SWATTIVERSARY! 2006!!

[SWAT Team]

[Powerman 5000's "Heroes and Villains" begins to play as the screen comes to life with various SWAT footage]

Chip off the block

SWAT World Heavyweight Champion Nick Collyer standing tall after New Years Nightmare

Seems that I'm not
As good as I thought

Collyer making Rage Sadler tap out at Broken hearts

Or as bad as you want

Sadler laying Collyer out on iFIESTA!

The line has been drawn

Footage from the last iFIESTA! with Team SWAT staring down Legion X in the ring

What side are you on?

Individual footage of each member of the 10 men in the War Games

Try to do it right

Rockin Rick Owen's return to wrestling

But everything is wrong

Lonewolf McNeely eyeballing Rick

And so I stare at
The dregs of the earth

Lucifer Jones holding up the Springfield Title

Clear blue skies

Reverand Cornelius Marsh giving a sermon

To the deepest of dirt

Ignacious Conner standing over Kaycee Tanner

With hands stretched out
Looking pious and pure

Jerry Nelson III coming to Genity Howard's aid

To the ten padlocks
Strapped on your front door

Nelson, with a crazed look in his eyes attacking Howard with legion X

Well
There ain't nuthin'
But heroes and villains

Paul Soutter and Dracon Xanathos

More villains than heroes

shots of JW Madison, the Main Ingredient, and Tony "The Bull" Jackson with the Bermuda Title

But can you tell
One from the next?

The Punisher turning on Soutter and joining Legion X

Can you go down from zero?

There ain't nuthin'
But heroes and villains

John Ferrigno and Seven fighting in the D-Back's locker room

More villains than heroes

Jace Mingla with the Rockies Hardway title

All lined up
From the east to the west

The words "Overtaken Early:" cross the screen with footage of
Rockin Rick, Lonewolf, Haven Martin Montana and the Jackel

Black hat born or an 'S' on your chest

Who got in your head?
Who told you those things?

Dracon bringing Triple B into Legion X

You better put 'em up
When you hear the bell ring

Triple B staring down all of Team SWAT

Seeing things clear
In the blackest of night

CK Panic taking a stand against Legion X

And sometimes the good guys
They dont wear white

The Rising Sun talking with "The Punisher" Dan Stein in a bar in Detroit

NO!

There ain't nuthin'
But heroes and villains

RIOT Watanabe and Keiko Nakamura attacking Ms Noriko

More villains than heroes

Rage Sadler and Ignacious Conner

But can you tell
One from the next?

Legion X turning on Stan Wilson/Sly Fondell joining Legion X

Can you go down from zero?

There ain't nuthin'
But heroes and villains

Genity Howard diving off the barricade onto Dracon and Nelson

More villains than heroes

Jason Taylor attacking Lucifer Jones at New Years Nightmare

All lined up
From the east to the west

The words "Tag Team Scramble" flash across the screen with footage of
The Hellhounds, High Maintenance, Dew and Matt Myers, Killer and Dave McIntyre

Black hat born or an 'S' on your chest

Gangsters and mobs
With itchy trigger fingers

Legion X attacking Fierce and Syberus

Do-gooder knights

Adrian Tanner and CK Panic double teaming Dracon

Or some love song singers

Tommy Danger freestyling at the 1st Arizona show

They all got their rules, man,
their trades of the trick

James "Platinum" Fierce addressing his "millions" of Chinese fans

But give 'em one chance and
I swear they'll all switch

Slow motion shot of Deja Vu being unmasked as Dracon

There ain't nuthin'
But heroes and villains
More villains than heroes
But can you tell
One from the next?
Can you go down from zero?

There ain't nuthin'
But heroes and villains

Angel attacking Alice

More villains than heroes

Billy Cash making Steve Bishop's life miserable

All lined up
From the east to the west
Black hat born or an 'S' on your chest

A final image of the end of iFIESTA! with Legion X on the rampway staring down Team SWAT!

[HEY HEY HEY!
HEY HEY HEY!
HEY HEY HEY!]

[SWAT Team]

[The scene opens up the packed US Airways Centre, "Heroes and Villains" by Powerman 5000 booming through the PA as the big stage EXPLODES in pyro! The scene switches down to the ringside area at the Australian announce table.]

Jeremy Tucker: "Hello everyone, and WELCOME to Swattiversary! SWAT's biggest PPV ever is finally on the air! And what an amazing night we've got for you great SWAT fans tonight! Eh, Andy?"

Andrew Fulton: "Yeah, real great. I cant wait to see Soutter's fat ass get dumped out the door after the big War Games! Serves the fat bastard right for sticking me in god-awful Australia for all these years.."

Jeremy Tucker: "Yes, tonight folks..the fate of SWAT rests in the hands of 5 of our BEST, who are looking for war, and their gonna get just that in the main event of War Games! But we've got even more for you tonight!"

[The camera switches to another table across from Tucker and fulton where "Kinda Ol" Mike Ross and Melvyn sit.]

Mike Ross: "Indeed we do, Jeremy! Seven, count it...Seven HUGE Title matches tonight! Hello everyone, I'm Mike Ross, alongside my Arizona broadcast college.."

Melvyn: "Shut it, Mikey! The_real_fans know exactly who I am! I'm Melvyn, the FACE of Ring Syndicate, and the new face of SWAT! And tonight, I'll be showing all you peons how to really call a match!"

[The camera shifts over next to Fulton and Tucker's table, where the Springfield announce team is sitting.]

Roy Biggins: "Can you believe this chump? Who does he think he is, talking to us like this?"

Melvyn: "I'm your lord and saviour Roy-boy. Me and Andy used to own this place! Hey Andy!"

Kyle Richards: "Welcome everyone, to the biggest show of the year! We are the SWAT Springfield announce team..."

Andrew Fulton: "Melv? Melvyn, my good man! Long time no see. It's about time they hired someone else who knew what they were doing here!"

Kyle Richards: "We'll be bringing you all the action from the Springfield region, complete with "Rage On the Cage" for the Springfield Championship!"

Melvyn: "Tell me about it. I dont know how you and Vance can take these peons and their cookie-cutter generic announce "skills."

Kent Brockman: "Do you jerkoffs mind?"

Vance Knox: "Sometimes it's all I can do to not URAKEN~! the entire office."

Kyle Richards: "Boys, please...I'm trying to do my JOB here!"

Pablo Escobar: "Yeah-a! Come on-a! Let the guy do his-a job-a!"

Melvyn: "Oh I'm-a so-a sorry-a! Hey buddy, this is America-a-a-a! We speak English here, learn how to-a speak it-a before you talk to me-a!"

Pablo Escobar: "Why you-a son of a bitch-a!"

[The camera shifts over to the Caribbean table, Pedro Santiago and Rios Rivera holding a pissed off Pablo in place!]

Rios Rivera: "Let it go, man! He's doing this to get this reaction from you!"

[The camera cuts back to Jeremy Tucker and Andrew Fulton]

Andrew Fulton: "Fun night, eh Jerry?"

Jeremy Tucker: "Ugh...I'd forgotten how annoying you and Melvyn can be around each other."

Melvyn: "I could come over there and remind you in person, Jerry."

Jeremy Tucker: "Please dont. Well, it seems the intros are useless..Let's just get on with the first match. In addition to all the great Title matches we have tonight, we've also got some great non-title matches as well. First up is the Overtaken Early Match!"

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

As the chords and percussions of Cypress Hill's 'Dust' crash over the speakers, an array of grey, red and white strobe lights scatter all over the ramp.

When people stare at the scene like a machine of the team
looking for theme between cracks searching for cream
physical image can never be lost
never be cleverly read or took on into the search of your own
suckers are looking for treasures and pleasures endeavours images of plastic
material whenever your ready your steady rolling with deadly and friendly
territorial glorious story you've heard nothing but bull for me

Out comes Murphy, whose hoody is covering the majority of his face from the crowd, he stands silently at the top of the ramp, over looking the crowd.

Coming from ghetto the güero the heart in the metal
settle for gas as we passing you fast in the pedal
head to the floor and the horror is starting to pour
everything I just threatened your blood you can't take it no more
why did you try to forget it I said it to FUCK OFF!!
now you'll be headed said I'm making you try to do laws
that's what you get for faking it hot and no more
living I'm sucker I'm pushing the bomb.

He begins to make his way towards the ring, not making any eye-contact with anyone, just staring at the ground ahead of him as he makes his way down to the ramp. Steam geysers up from either side of the ramp as he makes his way down it, as though following him.

Murphy finally makes it to the ring and hops up onto the apron, he turns to face the crowd and flips his hood down to finally reveal his face, doing a double cut-throat motion before turning and slingshoting himself into the ring.

Do what you want do what you need the hardcore
breaking the law the new seed yes they want more
Cypress Hill Soul Assassins we smoking 420 all day
we ain't joking serve it up oh yes and the hard stuff
excess of the zest make it sound right beat it up all you want
it's a damn right get up in my way I'll cross your ass like dust.]

BOOM~!! Red pyro explodes from each corner of the ring as 'The Dark Jester' retreats to his corner to await the match bell.]

Frank Salazar : “First out from Dublin, Eire … 'The Dark Jester' Markus”

["Where the Streets Have No Name" by U2 hits. White Smoke, Blue Pyros. Rick runs through it all and down to the ring, slides under the ropes, climbs up a corner, and points to the heavens, cups his hands to his mouth, letting out a big rock-n-roll WHOOOO!!! And then points to the crowd.]

Frank Salazar : “Now making his way to the ring from San Francisco, CA… Rockin'… Rick Owen!”

[After descending the turnbuckle, he circles and stalks his opponent, testing him, with an intense stare, and an Errol Flynn like smile.]

["One Day Remains" hits as The Jackal walks down the ramp to lights that flash red then green then back to red then green etc. He slides into the ring and does a little spin in the middle of the ring before climbing to the turnbuckle, He holds up his arms them climbs down again.]

Frank Salazar : “Now in the ring from Austin, Texas…. The Jackal !”

[The entire arena goes black, save for the dim red illuminations from the exit signs. Across the sound system comes the sound of a continuous heartbeat. The beating steadily increases in rhythm over a 2 minute period before being joined by the sound of electric humming and interspersed screeches of feedback. After an additional 2 minutes all of the sounds save the heartbeat stop as 4 pyro cannons go off in succession. Everything is absolutely silent and dark for 30 seconds before a 5th, more intense pyro explodes, rattling the arena.]

[As the blast resonates, Killswitch Engage appear on stage and break into "The End of Heartache." As the lead singer, Howard, approaches the mic, The Enigma Adam Haven takes his place on the ramp and throws his head back and arms out in his familiar crucifix pose, to a huge pop from the crowd. Clad in black and grey urban style BDU shorts with the red "TAPOUT" logo, black elbow pads, black boots and Ken-Shamrock-style kneepads/shin guards, he methodically approaches the ramp leading to the ring with a plain white towel draped over his head, partially concealing his face.

Seek me, call me. I've been waiting.]

Rios Rivera:: Quite the impressive entrance for Haven.

Jeremy Tucker: Those pyros scared the piss outta me. These pants are gonna need ALOT of dry cleaning tomorrow.

[Seek me, call me. I've been waiting.

Haven slowly walks down the ramp, pausing to acknowledge both his fans and detractors.]

[This distance, this dissolution. I cling to memories while falling. Sleep brings relief and the hope of a new day. Waking the misery of being without youuuu.]

Frank Salazar : Now making his way to the ring...

[Surrender, I give in. Another moment is another eternity...]

Frank Salazar : From Cincinnati, Ohio

[(seek me) For comfort, (call me) For solace, (I've been waiting) For the end of my broken heart...

A guitar solo begins and is accompanied by a series of flashing strobes, in sync with the music]

Frank Salazar : Standing 6 feet 3 inches tall and weighing in at 245 pounds...

[You know me, you know me all too well. My only desire, to bridge our division. In sorrow, I speak your name and my voice mirrors...mirrors my torment...]

Frank Salazar : He is the former UCW Heavyweight Champion, the former UEA Extreme Deathmatch Champion, the former UEA Hardcore Champion ,the former IPW Unified King of the Deathmatches Champion, the former UWA Unified United Kingdom/Internet Champion, the former IWA Unified Commonwealth Champion and the former IWA World Television Champion...

[(seek me) For comfort, (call me) For solace, (I've been waiting) For the end of my broken heart...]

Frank Salazar : ..he is the Ultimate Fighting Machine...the Enigmaaaaaa Adam Haaaaaaaaaaavennn.

[Haven rolls under the bottom rope and turns to face the crowd again, removing the towel that was draped over his head and tossing it into the sea of rabid SWAT fans. He then makes his way to a corner and awaits his opponents]

[Godsmacks "Out of Line" hits and Dave Brickheart comes out through a thick cloud of fog and goes strait to the ring with an attitude. Never showing off for the audience, he just stands there staring at the men allready in the ring.]

Frank Salazar : “and from Hell, Michigan… Dave Brickheart….!”

[Sounds of a crying woman are heard as we then see pyro going off to and the arena lights begin to flicker. Blood lines stream down the video Tron.]

Frank Salazar : “Making his way out to the ring.. from Montreal, Quebec… Lonewolf McNeely!”

[Lonewolf jumps on the ropes and pulls out a knife from his shorts and slices it across his chest and draws a small amount of blood as he enters the ring. He yells at the referee and gives two fingers to the fans at ringside spitting more blood on the ground.]

[The arena goes dark, the X Files theme hits as spotlights flicker on and off all over the building, Montana then comes out to the entrance ramp looking around paranoid before then making his way down to the ring.]

Frank Salazar : “from San Francisco California …… Martin… Montana!”

[The bell sounds and instantly the match turns into a riot. Dave Brickheart and Lonewolf are renewing their rivalry by trading blows in the mid ring area. Murphy and Rick Owen are also tying up near them. Owen manages to get on top of things and grabs Murphy hitting him with an Overhead Belly-to-Belly suplex and makes a quick cover 1……2……. Murphy kicks out.]

Jeremy Tucker: Look at these men go at it, it’s like a riot in there. This match is going to be totally unpredictable.

Rios Rivera: I would have to agree this match is going to be chaos to call. We will just have to do our best to make sure we cover as much as we can.

Vance Knox: Excuses already Rios! I think this is going to be a walk in the park to be brutally honest.

[Martin Montana and Jackal are also trading blows in the ring. Jackal gets on top of things and whips Martin into the ropes opposite. Martin rebounds and Jackal hits him with a hard and fast clothesline. Dave Brickheart is winning the brawl with Lonewolf and whips him into the corner. He follows up by hitting Lonewolf with an impressive Missile Dropkick and covers him 1………….2……….. Lonewolf kicks out.]

Rios Rivera: Kick out by the legendary McNeely.

Vance Knox: Similarities have been drawn between Lonewolf and Brickheart before. However the truth is Brickheart is a cheap knock off of Lonewolf.

Jeremy Tucker: Well you could argue that, but in recent years Dave Brickheart has had more success in the business.

[Murphy and Adam Haven are in the corner. Murphy is laying into Haven with impressive lefts and rights followed by some rather stiff forearm shots to the chest. He hits him with about three when Haven manages to get an elbow out into the face of Jackal and then hits him with a Yakuza kick from nowhere sending him crashing back onto the mat. Haven chases Murphy up and forces him to his feet dropping him back down with a fast release Dragon Suplex.]

Vance Knox: Murphy planted there, classic Haven.

Jeremy Tucker: Speaking of having impacts on the sport, no one has had a bigger impact on wrestling than Adam Haven.

Rios Rivera: I think were lucky to have him here, he’s certainly a favourite to win this match in my eyes.

[Jackal forces Martin back onto his feet and presses him up against the ropes. He hits him with an uppercut sending Martin Montana out of the ring. Jackal is on his feet now follows him to the outside and forces him up to his feet but Montana hits him with an eye rake and then whips him into the steel ring steps sending him down to the floor after the rebound. Rick Owen is stomping away at Murphy and forces him up unto his feet once more. Rick goes to throw a punch at Murphy but Murphy grabs his hand and kicks him in the chest with a Toe Kick and hits Owen with a classic DDT and covers 1…………….2……… Owen gets the shoulder up.]

Rios Rivera: Murphy and Owen both impress me in the ring, I think these two could really start carving a legacy for themselves here.

Jeremy Tucker: This match is even getting a little Hardcore with out of the ring action taking place.

Vance Knox: Don’t try and fob me off with half assed hardcore wrestling. This isn’t UCW!

[Dave Brickheart forces Lonewolf to his feet. Lonewolf manages to get a headbutt in on Brickheart sending him back a little. Lonewolf goes nuts smashing into Dave with lefts and rights and the whipping him into the ropes. When Brickheart rebounds Lonewolf attempts to hit him with a Clothesline but Brickheart ducks under him avoiding the shot. He manages to turn and hits Lonewolf with a Bulldog smashing Lonewolf’s face down onto the mat.]

Rios Rivera: Smart wrestling by Dave Brickheart there!

Vance Knox: I honestly thought that Lonewolf McNeely had found his way back into this match here.

Jeremy Tucker: This is so unpredictable, anything can happen at any time and we still haven’t seen an elimination!

[Montana gets back into the ring where he bumps into Dave Brickheart who has the screwdriver readied in his hand. He plants him directly in the forehead with the screwdriver and covers 1………………………….2….kick out!

Rios Rivera: Classic Dave Brickheart hitting Montana with the infamous Screwdriver fist.

Jeremy Tucker: I don’t know how the fans will react to the obvious cheating though.

Vance Knox: This is an anything goes match friends, the fans will either love it or lump it.

[Jackal is now back in the ring and attempts to assault Adam Haven from nowhere but Haven sees him coming and manages to avoid him. Jackal goes straight into Havens path allowing Haven to lift Jackal across his shoulder in the Torture Rack position then drives him into the mat on the back of his head and neck and covers 1…………2…………..3!]

Frank Salazar : “Jackal has been eliminated!”

Vance Knox: Burning Hammer Haven style = no more Jackal!.

Jeremy Tucker: Jackal first out, but who will be last?

Rios Rivera: Well at least we know that Jackal isn’t going to win the match.

[Lonewolf blindsides Dave Brickheart and starts laying into him with lefts and rights. He forces Brickheart into the corner and hits him with a spinning heel kick sending him down to the mat. Rick Owen and Murphy are both exchanging slow forearms in the mid ring area. Owen starts getting on top of things kicking Murphy in the gut and hitting him with a Diamond Cutter and covers Murphy 1………………………2……………3!]

Frank Salazar : “Murphy has been eliminated!”

Rios Rivera: Now Murphy is gone!

Jeremy Tucker: It seems we have some tired heads out there, Murphy has been impressive here and he just got unlucky I guess.

Vance Knox: I don’t think so, he got lazy and thus was eliminated.

[Haven sees Lonewolf up against the ropes unguarded and charges him down with a clothesline sending him down to the mat. Dave Brickheart and Adam Haven then starts stomping away at Lonewolf McNeely however Martin Montana sees the opportunity and grabs Dave Brickheart from behind rolling him up for a quick cover 1………………………..2………………………3.]

Frank Salazar : “Dave Brickheart has been eliminated.”

Jeremy Tucker: Three in a row!

Vance Knox: Tick tack toe!

Rios Rivera: Well The Jackal, Murphy 'The Dark Jester' Markus and Dave Brickheart won’t be choosing their opponents for Overtaken. And thats a big pinfall for Martin Montana there, pinning former Caribbean Heavyweight Champion Dave Brickheart.

[Montana is jumping around the ring in celebration, Haven sees him and hits him with an eye rake and grabs a hold of him to hit him with a high angle back suplex down onto the mat. Haven climbs to his feet as he sees both Rick Owen and Lonewolf McNeely poised opposite him. Haven taunts them to bring it, and they do charging at him teaming up in the middle hitting Haven with an impressive hard and fast running Clothesline. ]

Jeremy Tucker: Haven proving not to be the most popular man in that ring.

Rios Rivera: The way I see it is they needed two Australia guys to plant one from the Caribbean.

Vance Knox: Oh Rios showing some character! That has to be a first time ever!

[Haven is rolling about in pain on the mat, Montana is stumbling to his feet slowly. Rick sees Montana and starts to throw stiff shots his way sending him back up against the turnbuckle. Lonewolf forces Haven to his feet and hits him with an impressive Spinebuster however Haven stumbles back to his feet right away and gives McNeely the finger. McNeely charges at him but Haven avoids taking him down with a drop toe hold and locking in an ankle lock. Lonewolf struggles a little but does manages to wrestle his way out of the hold.]

Jeremy Tucker: McNeely just too quick for Haven there.

Rios Rivera: McNeely is a wily veteran in that ring, he knows where he is and what he can achieve.

Vance Knox: Haven is far better than McNeely. Honest.

[Rick Owen grabs a hold of Martin Montana and gets him with the Abdominal Stretch , Montana manages to wrestle of the spot and starts hitting Rick Owen with hard and fats lefts and rights. Rick is beaten back into the mid ring area. Martin Montana attempts to grab a hold of Rick but Rick manages to avoid and turn to grab Martin hitting him with the infamous Banana Split Slam and covers 1………………2………….3!]

Announcer: “Martin Montana has been eliminated!”

Vance Knox: Now we are down to the final three!

Jeremy Tucker: What a way to start a show, this match has been truly phenomenal and one of the best we have ever seen here in SWAT.

Rios Rivera: This is the PPV of the year Jerry, you have to expect that all of our workers will be giving 110% tonight, it's only going to get better!

[Haven forces Lonewolf McNeely up to his feet. He plants him back down to the mat with a sidewalk slam, Rick Owen is now on Havens tail and starts hitting him with lefts and rights. Haven gets back into the corner, Lonewolf is up and the two men start assaulting him. They both grab him and get him up hitting him with a double Suplex. ]

Rios Rivera: Adam Haven is getting attacked by both McNeely and Rick Owen.

Vance Knox: That’s the name of this game, eliminate the best wrestler so they two normal runners up can get a win for a change.

Jeremy Tucker: That’s one way of looking at it, its still smart however you look at it.

[Lonewolf and Rick Owen stand up right away and nod heads to each other, they are a team, but this is everyman for himself, and as for there team, its hanging by a thread. They start stomping away at Haven who rolls out of the ring instinctively. Haven gets to his feet but is clearly dazed, he grabs Rick Owens silver baseball bat from beside the announce table where the referee placed it. ]

Jeremy Tucker: He’s got a foreign object!

Vance Knox: An “International” object.

Rios Rivera: He’s obviously going to even the score with it.

[Haven slides back into the ring where he stands opposite both Lonewolf and Rick Owen who are poised again looking rather pissed at him. Haven lunges at Owen with the bat but Lonewolf takes Haven down with a spear. Lonewolf gets up quickly and forces Haven to his feet holding him while Rick retrieves the bat. He makes a swing at Haven but Haven manages to break free and instead Owen connects with Lonewolf sending him down to the mat. Haven grabs Owen and throws him over the ropes and to the outside, he then quickly covers Lonewolf who is lifeless in the middle 1…………….2…………………3!]

Frank Salazar : “Lonewolf McNeely has been eliminated!”

Vance Knox: Rick Owen just screwed Lonewolf!

Jeremy Tucker: I would say it was more done to bad luck Vance.

Rios Rivera: Well folks here we are, we are down to the final two men in this match. Who is going to be able to select their opponent for Overtaken?

[Haven raises his arms in celebration. Rick Own slides back into the ring and the two men stare down as McNeely staggers to his feet. McNeely is fuming, staring at both Rick and Haven, the viens on his neck about to explode, Lonewolf takes a look at Rick and picks up the bat thrusting it into Havens head busting him open at the hairline and leaves the ring. Owen watches him head up the rampway, then leaps on top of Haven to make the cover

1……………………..2…………..3!]

Frank Salazar : “Adam Haven is eliminated and here is your winner of the Overtaken Early Match………. ROCKIN' RICK OWEN!!!”

Jeremy Tucker : Well earned victory to Owen there. He now has a choice of anyone he wants to face, from the WHOLE SWAT ROSTER at OVERTAKEN!

[SWAT Team]

[The scene fades to the back where J.W. Madison is standing in front of the SWATTIVERSARY logo. J.W. looks dead in the camera and smiles.]

JW: We are mere moments away from witnessing history unfolding tonight. Tonight I'll be walking into my Triple Threat match and walking out the NEW SWAT Bermuda Triangle Champion. See, it's obvious that I am the more superior and gift superstar in this match. My reign over SWAT has just begun, and it'll start with me winning the Title.

[J.W. grabs the camera, and brings it in on his face.]

JW: So, here's some notice for you Main Ingredient and Bull, enjoy the time you guys have in this match, cause it wont last long. Cause you'll be witnessing first hand the future of SWAT. As I pin one of you for the victory.

[J.W. walks off as the scene fades back to the ring.]

[SWAT Team]

We come back to ringside with the Caribbean commentary team set up.

Rios Rivera : Hola! What a night and now is the Caribbean's chance to shine Vato, as we showcase our Bermuda Triangle Championship to the world!

Pedro Santiago : Showcase is right. This is the stars of tomorrow competing in front of us today, essay.

Pablo Escobar : Caribbean-a should-a win this-a one-a.

Pedro Santiago : Well, of course they should, they are all from the Caribbean Pablo.

Pablo Escobar : Yeah, like i said-a, we should-a win-a this-a one.

Frank Salazar : LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL, AND IS FOR THE SWAT BERMUDA TRIANGLE CHAMPIONSHIP. INTRODUCING FIRST, COMING IN AT 6'3 AND 263 LBS AND HAILING FROM JAMAICA ... THE SWAT BERMUDA TRIANGLE CHAMPION ... TONY "THE BULL" JACKSON!!!

St. Anger hits as The Bull runs to the ring smoking a cigar. He slides into the ring and throws his cigar at the crowd. A young boy picking it up from the ground and taking a puff, thinking he is "cool" like "The Bull" only to start coughing and have his mother cuff him over the back of the head.[/]

Frank Salazar : COMING NEXT TO THE RING AT AN IMPRESSIVE 6'6 & 298 LBS ... HAILING FROM DENVER COLORADO ... J ... W .... MADISON!!!!

Training Montage hits and J.W. steps out from behind the curtain with a cocky smile on his face, as he walks by the fans and reaches out to shake a fans hand and quickly pulls it back in and laughs at the fans stupidity and then continues to the ring where he walks up the steps and onto the apron, once again looking out to the crowd and brushes them off before entering the ring through the second rope and stands in the middle of the ring and showcases his chest and stomach muscles before flexing.

Frank Salazar : AND INTRODUCIING THERE OPPONENT ... COMING IN AT 6'9 & 245 LBS ... HAILING FROM CHARLETTE NTH CAROLINA .. ACCOMPAINED TO THE RING BY THE MORTALLY MEAN MINISTER CHARLES ... THE .... MAIN ..... INGREDIENT!!!!

By the Way by the RHCP hits, lights go out and come back on with a black light type look. He walks to the ring doing Ric Flair like
struts now and then. When he gets to the ring he charges up the stairs and up the top rope and gives a kind of 2 finger salute with the index and middle finger kind of like the salute Al used to do on 'Home Improvement'. The crowd with a surprising cheer for Main Ingredient.

Rios Rivera : Main Ingredient seems to be the most popular of the three, he certainly has the crowd support, amigo's.

Pedro Santiago : I dont know why, he is meant to be a bad guy, but for some reason these fans are taking to him.

Pablo Escobar : Its-a like-a Shark-a Boy-a jobber syndrome.

Main Ingredient turns around after his entrance, and Madison kick starts proceedings with a running Big Boot to Main Ingredient, the ref immediately calling for the bell. Madison preens, proud with his sneak attack as Main Ingredient topples over the top rope to the outside, but Tony Jackson cuts his posing time down, with a sidewalk slam.

Rios Rivera : No time for celebrating with three men in there, Madison is going to have to concentrate a bit harder if he is to have any chance of winning this one.

The Bull stays on the attack, with a couple of stomps on JW, then a shoulder breaker.

Pedro Santiago : JW feels that he can breeze through this match amigo's, and has zero respect for his opponents, i like that.

Pablo Escobar : You would-a.

The Bull still on Madison, as Main Ingredient makes his way back to the ring, Charles getting in his ear and firing him up. The Bull with a big head but to Madison, then nails him with a Bull bomb derailer.

Rios Rivera : Madison in big trouble, but here comes Main Ingredient. He grabs The Bull and drills him with a big scoop slam. The Bull gets back to his feet quickly and Main Ingredient lights him up with a hard chop. Then a second and then a third!

Pedro Santiago : Brutal chops there from Main Ingredient amigo's.

JW gets back to his feet, and Main Ingredient lights him up with a hard chop as well. The Bull swings a right hand at Main Ingredient, but its blocked and Main Ingredient with a big right of his own ...

Pablo Escobar : Main-a Ingredient-a on a role-a!

JW crunches Main Ingredient with a hard knee to the back and he goes down, clutching at his back. Both JW and The Bull then double team him with some heavy stomps. The Bull lifts Main Ingredient up and delivers a Jamaican Slam (Oklahoma Slam). JW waiting on him, and plants his ass into the mat with a hard spine buster.

Rios Rivera : JW with the blank check!

Pedro Santiago : Cashed it on The Bulls account! Ha!

JW now in control, Main Ingredient making his way to his feet, and Madison lifts him up, holding him up there displaying his power, The Bull starts getting back to his feet, and Madison slams Main Ingredient right ontop of him. Madison then with a sit down full nelson slam on The Bull and a cover. Main Ingredient breaking the count at two.

Pablo Escobar : Near-a fall-a there-a to J-a W-a.

JW clobbers Main Ingredient over the back of the neck with a hard forearm, then hoists him up into a torture rack. Main Ingredient's lanky 6'9 frame dangling precariously in the submission, before The Bull breaks it up, with a low blow. JW drops down from the low blow, and Main Ingredient moves around into a DDT, ramming JW's head into the mat.

The Bull crawls across for a cover on Madison, getting a two count, before Main Ingredient breaks the count dragging him off of him, and jumping down for a cover of his own, which The Bull breaks up after two.

Both The Bull and Main Ingredient then start pushing each other in the chest. The Bull goes for a neck breaker, but Main Ingredient counters it, spinning around and drops him with a Diamond Cutter.

Rios Rivera : Diamond Cutter! Main Ingredient may have him!

Main Ingredient drops for the cover, but JW breaks it up with a stomp to the head. Madison then drills Main Ingredient with a piledriver. The Bull slow getting to his feet from the Diamond Cutter, and JW takes advantage, planting him with a gut wrench powerbomb. JW stays on Jackson, locking him in his Full Nelson Power Lock.

Tony "The Bull" Jackson writhing in the Power Lock trying to escape, Main Ingredient bounces off the ropes and drills The Bull (still in the Power Lock) with a spear, sending both The Bull and Madison to the mat.

JW starts heading to his feet, and Main Ingredient lines him up for another spear, he bounces of the ropes, but JW Madison catches him with a Black Hole Slam.

Pablo Escobar : THE PAY-A ROLL-A!!

JW Madison drops for the cover on Main Ingredient for the ......... 1 .......... 2 ............... 3!!!!

Rios Rivera : Madison did it! JW Madison capturing his first title here in SWAT, and keeping his undefeated Caribbean record intact to boot!

Pablo Escobar : Well-a done-a. All-a three-a men-a fought-a hard-a tonight-a, and any could of walked away-a with the belt-a.

Pedro Santiago : But JW Madison did, he is the new champ amigo!

Training Montage hits and Madison's arm is raised as he is handed the Bermuda Triangle Championship. He poses with it, then mocks the fans, heading up the rampway.

Tony "The Bull" Jackson then approaches Main Ingredient, not happy with Main Ingredient costing him the belt, and he starts letting him know, shoving him. Main Ingredient, who was being consoled by Charles, shoves him back, and it quickly generates into a post match brawl, both men rolling around on the mat, when Charles jumps ontop of The Bull, creating the opening for Main Ingredient, who promptly DDT's The Bull, then lifts him up into a fireman's carry, which he swings into a TKO Realization! Main Ingredient and Charles both snapping then and stomping away on the Bull, security streaming into the ring and breaking it up.

[SWAT Team]

*You ready?! Lets go!
Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we're all about
It's like this y'all (c'mon!)
Red and blue flashes blink simultaneously as smoke fills up the stage. The crowd is a bit unfamiliar to this new entrance and most are quiet. 'The Epitome' Troy Alston emerges out of the smoke to a mixed and quiet reaction. Wearing a suit jacket and baggy jeans, he struts down to the ring to boo's and a few cheers from those who watch other feds like EWA and FTWO. They've seen this guy's potential, they see how high he can go. Alston slides into the ring and pauses. He sees the kind of crowd he will be working with for the next couple years. After a couple seconds of pausing, 'The Epitome' motions for a mic and the crowd goes quiet...*

Troy: Some people walk into this business, thinking they're the best, saying they're the best. You've all heard it before. You've all seen pathetic, young wrestlers come in. Some make it, some don't. Well, I'm not different. I come in thinking I can be the best, I say I will be the best, and I will prove to be the best. It's just something you'll have to believe sooner or later. I bet you all are thinking the same thing:"This guy is just like all of the other cocky, young wrestlers. Soon to be jobber."

(Crowd motions 'Yeah' and some laugh)

Troy: I guess I'm a psychic huh? (chuckles) Keep thinking that. Actually, you should be thinking that. Many of you do not know 'The Epitome' Troy Alston. I have not proven anything to you yet. So keep believing that. It'll make out to be a big surprise once you see me rise to the top...(pauses and waits for crowd reaction)

(Crowd still quiet still confused)

Troy: In about a week, you all will see how big my impact to this federation will be.

(Some applause from crowd)

Troy: Surely, many of the wrestlers in the back didn't even know I existed, which is very good, surprisingly. They have no idea what they are facing when they step up against me. It's the ultimate edge. They do not know what will hit them. They'll underestimate me, and will suffer the consequences. They WILL get embarassed. S.W.A.T.'s elite wrestlers are going to be the stepping stones to my success. And there is nothing you all could do. Except watch, learn and appriciate. You have not seen anything like me in this federation and I will make a bang. So when you see me rise to the top, proving everyone wrong and laughing at those who doubted me..

(Troy climbs up onto the turnbuckle and raises the mic to his mouth...)

Troy: Don't be jealous.

*Troy jumps off the turnbuckle and returns back to the timekeeper. He exits the ring to a much better crowd reaction as he interacts with a few fans as he sternly walks up the ramp. He walks up to the stage where he turns around and puts his arms in the air to good crowd reaction and walks through the curtain with a smile on his face...*

[SWAT Team]

[We go backstage to see Isaac Black in his office, talking on his cellphone. From off camera we hear the door hit the wall as it’s flung open. Jace and Madison have just entered and Jace storms right up to Black’s desk.]

Black (into his phone): I’ve got a little issue here, I gotta go.

[Black puts his phone away]

Jace: You’re damn right you have an issue. You know, I can’t help but notice that you do have a working cell phone, so there is really no reason you couldn’t return my calls this week.

Black: Jace, I didn’t return your calls because I had nothing to say to you.

Jace (simmering): Isaac, I’m giving you one last fucking chance to call off my Hardway Title match….ONE LAST CHANCE! And if you don’t I’m going to rip your head off and shit down your throat!

Black (annoyed): Spare me the melodrama. Why the hell do you want this match canceled so bad anyway?

Jace: It doesn’t matter! I told you to cancel it!

Black: YOU LISTEN TO ME! SWATTIVERSARY is a tradition here in SWAT, a tradition I’m going to be a part of yet again…and I’ll be damned if I’m going to cancel my region’s world title match just because you come in here, pissing and moaning about how you don’t feel like defending tonight.

Jace: You know as well as I do that I’ll defend anytime…anywhere. Just not….him….

Black: Who? St. Clair?! Wait a minute….what the hell is going on with you two?! First, he helps you win the Hardway Title…and don’t think for a second I’ve forgotten about that!....then, he trashes you in his promo’s leading up to SWATTIVERSARY. You two got some kind of history I ain’t aware of…

Jace: JUST FUCKING CANCEL THE MATCH!

[Black is seriously annoyed now. He stabs his finger at Jace.]

Black: I HAVE HAD IT WITH YOUR SHIT! I’VE HAD IT! Now, I don’t know whats going on here, but this match is gonna happen, and I’m gonna be on hand, up close and personal, to ensure that it does! I’m making myself the referee for the match.

Jace: Oh….that’s cute…

Black: I’m glad you think so. See you in the ring.

[Black pushes past Mingla and Madison and leaves the room. Madison looks at Jace in shock.]

Madison: Who does that little prick think he is?!

Jace: It’s not a problem…

Madison: Yeah, it’s not a problem because I’m gonna go stab him!

[Jace grabs Madison’s arm before she can storm off]

Jace: No….no….this is fine, just fine. (devious smile) It’s going to be much more pleasurable doing it live and on camera. Our first random act of violence for the regime…

[The camera closes in on Jace’s leering face and this mysterious final comment before cutting back to ringside]

Tilt: What an announcement! Special guest referee! And what was that last bit from Jace about…?

Vance: Personally, I’m kinda disappointed in Black.

Tilt: Why?

Vance: That’s all he could come up with? I mean, if somebody messed with me like Jace has been messing with him, I’d do something much worse than a cheap ass guest referee spot.

Tilt: Such as…?

Vance: I’ll give you a hint: it involves peanut butter, fire ants, and the offending person’s testicles.

Tilt: Right for the genitalia joke, eh?

Vance: Eat me.

Tilt: Think I’ll pass. Looks like the champion is making his way out first!

[The lights dim and turn to a cold blue as the opening chords to Marilyn Manson's "Personal Jesus" hits. Jace steps out from behind the curtain with Madison Dyson as his side. Madison has the title on her shoulder and she caresses it lovingly. He heads straight for the ring with no wasted movement, getting right in the ring and climbing the top turnbuckle. He shoots an icy stare at all of the fans in attendance, drawing even more heat in the process. Finally, Jace jumps down and takes his gi top off and throws it over the top rope before sitting back in the corner and waiting for the challenger. Meanwhile, Madison is making her way over to the announce position. She lays out the Hardway Title on the table and forcibly takes a seat away from the timekeeper. Then, she reaches over and pulls off Tilt’s headset!]

Tilt: Hey! What do you…

[Madison puts the headset on and Tilt is now simply drown out by the crowd and music.]

Vance: HELLLLOOOOO NURSE!

Madison (coy): Hey Vance, how ya doin’?

Vance: Much better now! (to the side as Tilt continues to complain) Shut it Tilt!

[Vance sidles up closer to Madison]

Madison: Uh uh, not too close now!

Vance (flirtatiously): Oh…and what will you do to me for being such a bad boy?

Madison: Cut your balls off and force feed them to you!

Vance (mood killed): Uh…wha…?

Madison (bursting into laughter): AH HAHAHA! I’m just fucking with you Vance! We’re alright!

[The lights dim down as a faint voice sings the opening lyrics of “Dead and Bloated”]

I am smellin’ like the rose
That somebody gave me on
My birthday deathbed

I am smellin’ like the rose
That somebody gave me
’cause I’m dead & bloated

[With that, the song picks up and the lights return to normal as smoke starts to gather around the entranceway. Then out steps Jay St. Clair with his hands raised above his head flat against each other in typical Indian fashion. He sports his favourite silk robe running down to his ankles along with the vinyl pants differing in colour each time. Ray-Ban shades are covering his eyes as the NAW Television championship is securely strapped around his waist.]

I am smellin’ like the rose
That somebody gave me on
My birthday deathbed

I am smellin’ like the rose
That somebody gave me
’cause I’m dead & bloated

[Jay begins to strut down the ramp trying to avoid all contact with the fans. On the SWATtron, several clips of Jay in action are shown. Firstly, Jay is shown drilling Angelica with the Cataclysm on a steel chair in his debut match. Next up is a clip from SWAT as Jay locks in the Koji Clutch and knocks out Jack Flack unconscious. After that, Jay is shown executing a Crippled Hopes Backbreaker on Alexander Delvechio.]

Ohh yeah, and she says it’s natural
I feel I’ve come of age
When she peeks I start to run

Ohh yeah, and she says it’s natural
I feel I’ve come of age
When she peeks I start to run

[Jay takes a trip around the ringside area laughing at how the fans cuss at him. He spots an attractive female member in the crowd and goes over as she plays “Hard-to-get”. On the big screen, some more clips are shown of Jay with the NAW TV title over his shoulder. Next up is a clip of some hot blonde sitting on his lap and kissing him on his neck. After that, Jay is shown stealing Kilroy Evans’ trademark Big Boot to the head.]

You can’t swallow what I’m thinkin’

You can’t swallow what I’m thinkin’

[Jay climbs the apron and un-straps the Television Championship from his waist as he climbs the turnbuckle from outside the ring and raises it high in the air (ala The Rock). The final clip on the SWATtron is of the career ending Windy City Cutter from the top rope that Jay St. Clair gave to Bad Boy King Kong with several Singapore canes placed on BBKK's back]

I am trampled under sole of
Another man’s shoes
Guess I walked too softly

[St. Clair is in the ring, leaning into the opposite corner, his eyes deadlocked on Jace, never wavering for a second! By now, Tilt has retrieved another headset and takes his seat again between Vance and Madison.]

Vance: Whew…thanks for the company Tilt!

Tilt: “Oh, thanks for the company, Tilt!” Yeah sure, as soon as SHE sat down you couldn’t get rid of me fast enough.

Vance (half joking): That was before she threatened to castrate me!

Madison: Like I said sweetheart, just a joke. Besides, don’t tell me that didn’t turn you on at least a little.

Vance: You and Jace must enjoy one delightfully sadomasochistic love life.

Tilt (clears throat): ANYWAY…title match, anyone?

[Tilt puts his hand on the belt and Madison swats it away.]

Madison: Touch it again and lose the hand, fucker!

Tilt: Another joke?

Madison: No.

Vance: Nice….

[Then, “Back in Black” by AC/DC hits. It’s Isaac Black, and he’s decked out in full referee gear! Adidas kicks, a pinstripe ref shirt, and black athletic pants! The fans pop and one can’t help but notice the look of surprise on Jay St. Claire’s face! Jace, however, is enraged! He rushes the ropes, talking shit to Black as he makes his way down to the ramp. When Black reaches the ring apron he tells Jace to back off or forfeit the title. The fans continue to pop and finally Jace relents, drawing a “Jace is a bitch!” chant from the crowd!]

Tilt: The crowd here is all over your man, Madison!

Madison: Jace won’t let it bother him, he’s pays no mind to the prattling of the ants that crawl around at his feet.

Vance: Oooohhhh, again, nice!

Tilt: Maybe you should be taking notes.

Vance: Meh, no paper. I’ll just have to use your shirt.

Tilt: And then I’d expect a check for $500 from you Vance.

Vance: Wait, K-Mart sells $500 shirts now?

Tilt: Uh….yes?

Madison: Hey assholes, the match is starting!

Vance (sarcastically): Yes ma’am!

[Indeed, the match is underway in the ring. Jace and Jay lock up and Jace, with the slight power edge, pushes Jay into the corner. Jay puts his hands up and Black makes Jace get back from Jay.]

Tilt: So, Madison, can you clear this up for us? What is the deal between these two competitors?

Madison: “What’s the deal?”

Tilt: Well, yeah, I mean Jay St. Claire interfered to help Jace win the Hardway title. But then he talked smack mercilessly leading up to SWATTIVERSARY!

Vance: “Talked smack”? Sorry Whitey McWhiterson but you have no right to use that term.

Tilt: Um….adults talking Vance…

Madison: Beats the hell out of me. Don’t know the guy. Never met the guy. Maybe he’s an obsessive fan.

[Now, Jay and Jace are circling each other in the ring and they lock up again, but as soon as they lock up Jay snaps Jace down with a quick arm drag. Jace rolls into the corner and appears to be nursing his tweaked elbow…for….uh….a long time…]

Vance: Did he injure his elbow or something?

Madison: Maybe…

Tilt: Well, it’s not like the Iceheart to react to a simple arm drag like that.

[Finally, Jace seems to shake it off and he lunges in for yet another lockup with Jay, but then sneaks around him and rolls Jay up with a school boy! And Jay easily kicks out and rolls out of the ring. Jay seems to be moving slowly, and then he leans over and rests on the guardrail!]

Tilt: Uh….is there something wrong with St. Clair too?

Vance: Jesus! This is worse than watching a Hogan match!


Vance (turning around to the fan): Why yes, you Mom did fuck me last night! She wants you to get out of her basement too mark!

Tilt (rolling his eyes): And a new standard of professionalism is established…

Madison: Ohhhh! Jace’s elbow seems to be bothering him again! Poor baby!

[Black looks suspicious, and he orders Jay back into the ring, and Jay waves him off, so Black starts a 10 count.]

10…

9…

8…

7…

6…

5…

4…

Crowd: THIS MATCH SUCKS! THIS MATCH SUCKS! THIS MATCH SUCKS!

Vance: Hell has officially frozen over…because I agree with the masses.

3…

2…

1…and Jay just barely gets in the ring again. Only to have Jace lock up with him again, and Jace gets arm dragged again! Jace rolls out of the ring. He clutches his elbow and looks pissed! He kicks the ring steps and starts cursing at the crowd members who are jeering at him.

Crowd: BOR-ING! BOR-ING! BOR-ING!

Tilt: Seriously! This is our Hardway Title Match?! These guys didn’t even bring their “D” game here tonight!

[Black is looking pissed now! He starts a 10 count on Jace.]

10…

9…

8…

7…

6…

5…

4…

3…
Crowd: BOR-ING! BOR-ING!

2…

1…and Jace SLOWLY rolls into the ring. And Jay locks up with Jace again! But Jace breaks it! Jay locks up again! And Jace breaks it again! So Jay locks up with a vengeance this time….AND….OH MY GOD ARM DRAG~!! Jace rolls out of the ring again and appears to rest against the guardrail near the announce position.

Madison: Oh, he’s gotta be hurt! I gotta go boys!

[Madison gets up from the announce position and Vance and Tilt are looking extremely confused. Madison grabs the title and rushes over to Jace. She puts the title on Jace’s shoulder and Jace tells her to get him a mic, which she does.]

Jace (seeming exhausted and in pain): *Puff* Jesus…*Puff* Christ St. Clair…I….*gasp* underestimated you. You and those….*wheeze* “MOVES OF DOOM”! What the hell are those…?

[Now, Jay calls for a mic and gets one. He smirks as the crowd is still sending massive amounts of heat at the ring.]

Jay: Oh….that? That’s what I like to call an “arm drag.” You see, I learned that little number when I was on tour in Japan last year and…

[Black snatches the mic from Jay and he looks furious!]

Black: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?! How dare you do this! How dare you humiliate the Rocky Mountain Region…MY REGION!!

Jace: Are you going senile?! Did you see that shit?! I almost died! Jay should be disqualified!

[Black gets right up to the ropes and points at Jace.]

Black: Listen you little son of a bitch! I don’t know what you’re…

[Suddenly, Jay wraps Black up from behind and dumps him on his neck with a brutal German Suplex!!]

Tilt: Wait a minute….is this what Jace was talking about earlier…?!

Vance (laughing): Yeah…regime something…AH HAHAHA Black just got dumped on his ass!

Tilt: I don’t understand!

Vance: It’s simple Tilt, you got WORKED! This was the plan all along!

Tilt: Oh, and you didn’t get worked?!

Vance: I never get worked. I know all and see all. I’m omnipresent.

Tilt: Don’t you mean “ominipotent”?

Vance: Whatever. Nerd.

[Jay picks up the mic as Black is holding his neck down on the mat.]

Jay St. Clair: UH OH! SHANANIGANS!

[Jay outstretches his arms with a sarcastic smirk on is face, sucking in all the heat from the crowd. Black is trying to pick himself up in the corner.]

Jay: HEY! Who the hell told you to get up!

[Jay runs at the corner and dropkicks Black in the back, sending his face into the turnbuckle. Jace and Madison are cheering him on from ringside!]

Tilt: St. Clair is mugging him!!

[Jay pulls Black up and out of the corner, but Black starts to fight back, throwing some wild punches! Jace slides into the ring right behind Black and lands a dirty low blow! Jay, incensed, then hits a Double Armed DDT on Black! The fans are still booing like mad, but now Jace and Jay look deathly serious. Jace picks Black up and tosses him out of the ring.]

Tilt: They’re still not done! Somebody needs to help him!!

Vance: SHHHHH! This is by far the most entertaining thing I’ve seen all night! Don’t ruin this for me!

[Jace lays the boots to Black before picking him up and heaving him into the ring steps!! Black cries out as his hack impacts on the side of the stairs. Then, Jace pretends to help Black to his feet, but instead steps back and lands a stiff as hell kick to the side of Black’s head! Jay gets down on his hands and knees next to black, talking shit and smacking him in the face!]

Jay: YOU THINK WE’RE DONE?! YOU THINK WE’RE DONE?! WE AREN’T EVEN CLOSE ASSHOLE!!

[Jay picks Black up and he’s barely conscious! St. Clair tags him with some brutal right hands as Jace props him against the side of the ring. Then, Jace steps in and lands a stiff kick to Black’s midsection!]

Tilt: WHERE IS SECURITY?!

Vance: Common Tilt, even security knows good television when they see it! They ain’t coming out here!

[Black doubles up and Jace drops him back down to the floor. Madison grabs a chair from ringside and drops it on the ground and Jace whispers something into Jay’s ear. Jay picks Black up and….OH GOD! DOUBLE ARM DDT ONTO THE CHAIR!! BLACK HAS BEEN BUSTED OPEN! The fans are a mix of perplexity and anger!]

Tilt: What is the point of this?! WHAT IS THE POINT?!

[Jace picks up his mic again.]

Jace: Is this getting uncomfortable yet folks? Well, watch this! (to Madison and Jay) TIME FOR THE COUP DE GRAS!

[Jace heaves Black up again, blood running over his forehead. He drags Black back over to the ringsteps and takes Isaac’s head in his hands.]

Vance: Whoa…whoa…whats this?

[The camera at ringside closes in to reveal that Jace is propping Black’s mouth up on the edge of the ringsteps, so his teeth are essentially biting down on the metal.]

Tilt: Whoa…hold on! HOLD ON!!

Jace: Red rover, red rover! Madison….COME ON OVER!

[Madison charges at them and lands a running dropkick to the back of Isaac’s head as his teeth are pressed up against the ringsteps! Some in the crowd screech!!]

TILT: NO! AIIIIIIII!!!! WHY?! WHY DAMMIT?!

Vance: HOLY SHIT! He’s gonna be eating through a straw for a long time now!!

[The camera reveals the carnage of what just happened! Now, Black is bleeding profusely from the mouth as well, he sputters and moans in agony, roiling about on the ringside mat in his own blood! And Jace and Jay look more than satisfied with the carnage and suffering they have just inflicted. Madison gets down on her knees and spits on Black, after which she starts laughing in his face! Before long, paramedics and security rush down to ringside, and Jace, Jay, and Madison get in the ring! The security is forming a wall around Black, yelling at Jace and Jay to stay where they are.]

Jay (to security): Little late, eh chuckles?

Crowd: ASS-HOLE!! ASS-HOLE!! ASS-HOLE!!

Following the complete beatdown, Madison hops up onto the apron and holds the middle rope down for Jace Mingla first, and then who seems to be the Hardway Champion’s latest partner in crime, Jay St. Clair. The trio cockily struts around the place before St. Clair goes over to the timekeeper.

Jay St. Clair: YO JOEY! MIC ME!

A trembling Joey Halves after witnessing the castration of Isaac Black barely walks over to the ring ropes as his knees keep buckling from underneath him and hands a mic to the Anarchist.

Jay St. Clair: I BELIEVE THERE ARE 3 OF US IN THE RING!

Halves’ face contorts as if he’s just seconds away from crying and he literally knee-walks back to the table, grabs a mic in each hand and then knee-walks back handing them to both Jace and Madison.

JSC: Well, well, well, its time to let the cat out of the bag I suppose. What you see here, hoes and germs isn’t some overnight creation nor is it some sort of cheap merging of two powers such as AOL and Time Warner. This portrait right here symbolizes power, calamity, destruction, violence, astuteness and lastly…beauty.

5 second poses from all three members. Edge and Christian style.

JSC: All at its peak. Ay you, fat boy in the first row.

Fat Dude: Who me?

JSC: Yeah you. Face full of chocolate, American Eagle t-shirt and all. Why don’t you take a picture, make copies of it, and then hand ‘em out after the show? See I figure something so destined for greatness, no wait…so GREAT needs to be, deserves to be, and SHOULD be hung on every wall and elevated chasm possible. But now onto the real meat and pot…

JSC drifts off into “fantasy” land.

Jace Mingla: Uhh, he means potatoes…

JSC: Yeah, yeah, “potatoes”. Anyway, how exactly was this sheer stroke of genius made possible and thought of? Well straddle down kiddies because grampa St. Clair’s got a story to tell. No, not THAT kind of story you sickos. See, about 8 months ago, a young, attractive, charming, and a little talented kid ventured into the wrestling biz.

Mingla whispers something into Madison’s ear.

Jace Mingla: This should be good.

JSC: Hotheaded, arrogant, but definitely excited….this kid thought he could do it all. Highfly, mat wrestle, counter opponents move for move, slap on inescapable submission holds, shatter the ground with thunderous Powerbombs and certainly know how to use the sick. One of his beginning feds was a company well-established over the years. With former, current, and future World Champions under contract, the kid thought he would give it a go and try and make a name for himself there. So the kid wrestled with all his heart, with all his might, he forfeited his soul every match. The one thing he didn’t do was show his struggle. The kid was under the impression that if a wrestler shows how much hard work it takes, his reputation would drop and he wouldn’t be “cool” so to speak. But the kid kept on battling, both the men placed against him in the ring, and himself. He won a lot, but he never really won anything…if you know what I mean. His win/loss record was only the bright side of the moon. The proverbial blood, sweat, and tears were all going down the drain. He was swimming in circles. Going fast nowhere. It was literally the same shit every fucking day.

But he had that glimpse of hope somewhere deep down in that heart of his. And he remembered the saying that every dog had his day…unfortunately for the kid, his day never came. Until one night when a light went off in his head. Suddenly the not too distant future became all too clear and ultimately what it came down to were 2 choices: He could continue to climb that never-ending ladder and HOPE that maybe ONE DAY its rewards would pay off…or he could make things happen on his own terms. For the first time in his life he could get up, be a MAN and take control of the bitch of a life God gave him. The answer: one man. One individual that had a similar past linked to him, yet a completely different approach. The kid saw as this man grabbed life by the nuts and spit in its face. There was something heroic embedded among the maelstrom of brutality, carefree “I don’t give a fuck” attitude, and out-of-control behavior this man possessed. Something to be admired rather than feared. Just like that, the kid realized that if he came under the wing of this wise man, the results would be groundbreaking. Without another thought to spare, this kid immediately formed a pact, a treaty, an alliance with the man. And perhaps the biggest reward that came from the union…that was the day the kid turned into a MAN…a warrior….an immortal so to speak.

I hope you all paid real close attention to that story because the kid was the man you’re looking at, listening to, and somewhere you 17 year old girls are jerking off to…Jay St. Clair. And HERE is my newest friend, partner, teacher, mentor….YOUR Personal Jesus, the ONLY Hardway Champion because there s nobody that can beat him, the man that would make Charles Manson shrivel up into a corner and bawl his eyes out….

Crowd: “SUCK MING-LA’S DICK” *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP

Jace: Is that an offer?

Crowd: *BOOS!*

Jace: Whatever, you know you loved it. You loved the carnage, you loved the blood, you loved the excitement, just like any other animal. Fucking hypocrites…

Crowd: *BOOS!*

Jace: You all better get used to this! Because this is not the end! Far from it! You see, Jay and I…we had a vision. A vision of an alliance unlike anything SWAT…hell, unlike anything WRESTLING has ever seen! We see SWAT as a beautiful nation with some garbage thrown all over the place. And this isn’t just any garbage, this is HUMAN REFUSE. Somebody has to take out the garbage, and numero uno was Isaac Black. And throughout history, remarkable men have stepped up to discard this human refuse from their nations. Stalin, Hitler, Hussein, Pol Pot, Nero the list goes on and on. WE are an extension of this great lineage.

Now, I can see by the glazed looks on these faces that the peons are confused. You’re all dazed and confused because you’re not seeing any violence or titties in this ring, your not seeing the simple things that keep your small minds entertained. So let me enlighten you…WE….are the new dictators of SWAT! And just like the men I’ve just named, we simply will not stand for opposition! Henceforth, those who defy us will be summarily rounded up and destroyed…SWAT’s very own holocaust…or, if you prefer, a Spanish Inquisition, but with more chairshots.

[They all have a good laugh at this as the crowd continues to boo]

Jace: Isaac Black was just the beginning! By the time this night is through, you will all be treated to yet another public execution. Of course, I won’t say who, or when, but needless to say it is coming. This isn’t just a simple tag team, or some pathetic wrestling faction whose only goal is the advancement of it’s members individual ego’s. Oh no….this will be something much more…we’re a machine, in the ring true, but also outside of it. We will not stop until the oppressive regime that we represent sings through the halls and corridors of each and every SWAT arena. Start looking over your shoulder, speak in hushed tones, and most of all, do NOT oppose the Party. What party?

The Violence Party.

Congratulations, you are now all nothing more than cogs in a machine, a machine that comes to life, here, tonight! Those who fall to their knees now and accept us will be spared. And those that don’t….

[Jace grin turns maniacal and eerie, like he’s entered some other zone of being.]

…can prepare to have the ovens slammed shut in their faces as we watch you burn. And we don’t care if your names are Jack Kross, Nick Collyer, or Legion X. In the end, you will fall to your knees or dig your own graves, waiting for the bullet to the brain that will serve as the final confirmation of the futility of your resistance.

[“Complications” by Nine Inch Nails hit and the trio slowly leave the ring to the sound of truckloads of heat from the crowd.]

[SWAT Team]

[We return to ringside to find Ring #1 filled with the SWAT:Arizona Roster. Spooky Doom trying to do his best "invisible" impression standing in the corner farthest from everyone else. John Ferrigno and Damian Payne talking about something, likely strategy for the match. Seven staring daggers at Ferrigno across the ring. F-Dot standing in the middle of everyone taunting anything that moves.]

Frank Salazar: "Ladies and gentlemen...this is the RUMBLE IN THE DESERT!"

[The crowd cheers. "Undecided" by Silverchair blares through the PA.]

Frank Salazar: "Indroducing next, he is the NEW SWAT Arizona Television Champion..from the Valley of Kings, AMON! RAAAA!"

[The crowd cheers loudly, remembering the efforts of the big Egyptian powerhouse that won him the belt, but Ra brushes off the applause, focused only on the ring.]

Mike Ross: "Welcome back folks to SWATTIVERSARY! Up right now we've got the Arizona region on display, the winner of this match will meet the SWAT Deathmatch Champ at our next regional show!"

Melvyn: "Mikey, Mikey, Mikey...you left out the best part!"

Mike: "I did?"

Andrew Fulton: "We're baaaaaaack!"

Melvyn: "That's right Andy! The TRUE kings of SWAT Announcing are back together. Which means its gonna be a looooong night for you Mikey."

Fulton: "So Mike, I heard my old buddy Melv taught you to dance. Care to demonstrate?"

Mike: "Guys, can we_please_just focus on the match?"

Melvyn: "Match Smatch. This is funner. Dance monkey!"

["Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger" interrupts our announcing fun as SWAT Arizona Commishioner Alex Kaige appears on the stage, dressed in his wrestling attire.]

Alex Kaige: "Hello monkies, I'm sorry to intterupt, but I couldnt let this opportunity go to waste. You see, while I'm positve that the roster of Arizona easily outclasses ANY of the other regions, I've also come to realize that right here tonight...SWATTIVERSARY..SWAT's "biggest PPV ever..."

"is well, rather BORING!"

[BOOOOOOO!]

Alex: (now walking his way down the ramp towards the ring) "And as such, I've decided that this match needs one more ingrediant..And I thought to myself, since SWAT: Arizona IS about "no limits," and seeing as I AM a contracted SWAT wrestler....I figured yours truly should enlighten you all as to how to really wrestle a match!"

[DAN-GER! DAN-GER!]

Alex: (now down near the outside of the ring) "Quit chanting his name, he's not here."

[BOOOOOO!]

Alex: "Well, what the hell are we waiting for? Referee, ring that bell!"

[Alex walks by a section of the front row and stops, walking over and shaking hands with SWAT: Arizona owners "Sensational" Shane Michaels and Bryant Tanner, and continues over to the announce table to put the mic down, when Shane suddenly stands up and asks for the mic.]

Shane Michaels: "Alex, Alex...Buddy, pal...Let me say first off, that I for one...LOVED what you did at Chase For the Gold!"

[LAST SHOW MENTION POP!]

Shane: "And hey, I think it's a great idea, you adding yourself to the match. It's so...you."

[Alex smirks as the crowd boos the mention of Alex Kaige]

Shane: "And your right, this match does need something extra...Soooo..."

[Alex stops in his tracks. The SWAT: Arizona commish turns and looks at Shane, Shane the one smiling now, grinning from ear to ear.]

Shane: "I've got one more surprise for this crowd Alex...Keep watching, you'll like this one."

[All the banks of lights went out and just before that crowd energized at the sudden darkness a lone light clicked on to shine on the stage. Though the crowd stirred it quieted quickly when a single item was shown basked in that spot light. It was a shirt. It was tattered and torn. Ripped to shreds. Crusted with blood. Though the shirt seemed just tossed there idly one could make it out. It was the C2K6 shirt Tommy Danger last wore towards the end of 2005. The one where the traitor, Essex, had covered him in on the night of the treacherous deed. The light shone upon it for a few long and aching minutes. Memories flooded back to the fans. To those gathered. Then, the light clicked off. The fans, they stirred in emotion once more.]

Mike Ross: (screaming like a 15 year old girl) "IT'S DANGER!"

Melvyn: "Aww hell, not this again!"

Fulton: (holding his ears) "What? I think Ross blew my eardrums out."

[Suddenly that light clicked off. The arena was again bathed in darkness. Then the tron glowed at the fringes with a slight yellowish glow. Mush like that of an eclipse. That glow ebbed and flowed but never grew, offering a give and take of light that grew and shrank. There was a slight hum in the air, offered by the cooling of the powerful incandescent lights that had just clicked off. Then it happened.]

*Tap*

*Tap*

*Tap*

[Hairs rose on the arms of those gather as the excitement suddenly grew. The eerily familiar tapping sent waves of emotion through the fans. Still, they did not let loose. They held their collective breath. Waiting. Hoping.]

*Tap*

*Tap*

*Tap*

[The tapping echoed and died out only to come back strong three more times.]

*Tap*

*Tap*

*Tap*

[Then there was darkness. The crowd popped in it's semi teased state and just before they were at the point of letting loose, the tron light up once more. There was a burning silhouette of a man.]

[HUGE POP!]

[The silhouette on the screen burned in near silence, the crowd having calmed once more and only the flickering of a burning flame could heard. Then a voice, obviously Essex's, could be heard over the PA system. But it wasn't live. It was recorded and it said one thing over and over.]

"Danger is dead. Danger is dead. Danger is dead."

[The PA crackled off and then on. There was a pause. Then a voice, hauntingly familiar, rose up. Live.]

"Can't kill a dead man."

[INSANE ROARRRR!]

[Out from behind the curtain stepped Tommy Danger!]

[MASSIVE FACE POP!]

Mike Ross: Danger's a legend in this sport! You two should be counting your lucky stars your able to see him in person!

Melvyn: "Mikey, we went through this before. Dont care."

Fulton: "What? Oh god, I'm deaf! ROSS! You'll be hearin from my lawyers for this, you little punk!"

[Tommy came to a stop at the edge of the ramp with that black bat on his shoulder. He looked out at the sea of fans that rose up and exploded with cheers. He then tossed the bat to a grip off stage and began to make his way to the ring. The PA system kicked up with Johnny Cash's "Hurt" and Tommy focused his eyes on the ring as he looked upon it from the ramp.]

Johnny Cash: I hurt myself today...

[HUGE FRICKIN ROARRRRRRRR!]

[Tommy power walked down the ramp, going directly for Alex Kaige, who still stood on the steps, jaw dropped in shock. Tommy walked over to the side of the ring and pointed right at Kaige, smirking...]

[YEAAAAAAAAAAH!]

[Alex took off, hopping off the steps and running to the other side of the ring, Danger followed, grinning as he walked by Shane Michaels. He rounded the corner right as Alex looked back...Alex hopped the barricade and Tommy took off after him, the crowd exploding as Tommy dissapeared into it after our esteemed SWAT:Arizona Commish.]

[YEAAAAAAH!]

Mike Ross: "Holy...Hodgeson's gone!"

*DING DING DING*

[The camera shows a replay, while everyone was focused on Danger and Kaige, F-Dot snuck up behind "Old School" Mark Hodgeson and tossed him to the floor!]

Frank Salazar: "Mark Hodgeson has been eliminated!"

Melvyn: "Shmuck."

Fulton: "Indeed."



Mike: "Oh god. Your both gonna do this to me?"

Fulton: "I dont know Mikey, I might be more inclined to participate...If you'd dance for us."

Melvyn: "Yeah c'mon Mikey...Dance!"

Mikey: "I hate you."

[John Ferrigno and Damian Payne were indeed talking strategy as they team up and toss "Giant" Yano Masoyoshi to the floor.]

Melvyn: "I dont see you dancing Mikey.."

Frank Salazar: ""Giant" Yano Masoyoshi has been eliminated!"

[Mike takes off his headset, stands up and starts a ballerina dance. In the ring, Spooky Doom ducks a huge haymaker from Blockade, then a clothesline from Amon Ra, which nails Blockade into the corner.]

Melvyn: "Uh uh, our guest cant see you properly. Out in front..."

[The mic picks up a barely audible "I hate you" from Mike, as he slowly moves out in front of the announce table and starts to dance again. Melvyn and Fulton trying to hold in their laughs.]

Fulton: "Ahahah...Man I've missed this. You wont believe the stupidity I've had to carry for the past two years with Jerry and Macca."

[Rud Groz goes after Spooky Doom, but Spooky slides under Groz's legs and kips up into a dropkick that sends Groz into Blockade and Amon Ra, and we've got a three-monster brawl! Big V stalking towards F-Dot while Payne and Ferrigno wait for a chance to attack someone.]

Fulton: "The other big guy chasing the shooty guy around the ring...Wait Melv, I think I've seen that look before! Big T looking at Shooty McShooterson like he's a Big_Mac!"

Melvyn: "Y'know, thatd be a great gimmick. A big, fat cannibal who tries to eat his opponents for dinner."

Fulton: "He'd come out to the McDonalds theme, obviously."

Melvyn: "Of course. "HAVE IT YOUUUUUR WAAAY!" It's gold I tell ya."

[Mike continues to dance. Big V has F-Dot trapped in a corner, F-Dot egging him on the entire time. Ra spears Blockade out of his boots. Groz nails Ra from behind as he gets up, and whips him into the ropes nearest, sending him off towards the other side of the ring where Payne and Ferrigno catch him and drop him with a double stun gun! Payne and Ferrigno barely move in time as Groz steamrolls past them, right into a huge clothesline on Ra that sends Ra over the ropes to the floor!]

Frank Salazar: "Amon Ra has been eliminated!"

[Mike Ross tires and walks back to his seat. Melvyn stops him.]

Melvyn: "Oh no you dont. We paid you dance, now DANCE!"

Mike: "But you didnt...pay me..."

Melvun: "DANCE!"

[Mike slumps his head in defeat and walks back out in front of the table.]

Fulton: "And change it up some, that Ballerina stuff aint cuttin' it anymore."

Melvyn: "Right on! C'mon Mikey, Robot for us!"

[Mike does the robot. In the ring, Groz turns, looking at Ferrigno and Payne who moved over to the other side of the ring and runs at them full-steam. Payne and Ferrigno duck a double clothesline attempt...then try one of their own as Groz comes back! Groz ducks that and runs the other ropes, Payne and Ferrigno quickly get behind him and toss him to the floor!]

Frank Salazar: "Rud Groz has been eliminated!"

[Payne and Ferrigno celebrate...until Ferrigno grabs Payne and sends him flying to the floor!]

Frank Salazar: "Damian Payne has been eliminated!"

Melvyn: "Hey! Lou's got a sack after all!"

[Payne sits there on the floor, looking up at Ferrigno in shock. Ferrigno shrugs his shoulders and mouth's "sorry" to Payne...]

*BAM!*

Fulton: "That numbered guy just caught The Hulk with a killer superkick!"

Mike Ross dancing the Lambada: "He's not the Hulk! He's.."

Melvyn: "Shut up and dance Mikey! He's the Hulk if we say he is!"

Fulton: "Indeed."

Melvyn: "Aww, the force of 6 or whatever's superkick sent Lou to the apron, but he holds on and rolls back in...And the Number guy's all over him!"

[Seven unloads in a fit of rage on Ferrigno, who covers up from the shots.]

Fulton: "Aint that the guy who got swirlied at your show?"

Melvyn: "Yeah. It was great. Public humiliation rules."

[Fulton and Melvyn look out at Mike, who's now doing the Tango.]

Fulton: "Indeed."

[Ferrigno rolls over and unloads with his own shots! He backs off and almost gets killed by a clothesline from Blockade! JW Madison can be seen walking down towards the ring, Bermuda Triangle Title around his right shoulder.]

Fulton: "Who's this shmuck?"

Melvyn: "Beats me. I officially dub him "Shmuck # 42 & 1/2."

Fulton: "I like it."

[Shmuck #42 &..er...NEW Bermuda Triangle Champion JW Madison walks around the ring, walking past Mike, who's now doing a Mexican Hat Dance around his "SWATtiversary" baseball cap, giving him an odd look as he watches as his buddy Seven chopblocks Blockade from behind while Blockade had Ferrigno in a powerslam. Blockade falls forward and squashes Ferrigno anyways. Seven runs and kicks Blockade hard in the head! Seven pulls Blockade up and drops him with a DDT.]

Fulton: "Tubby #2 goes down to a DDT from the Numbers guy..Luvky Numbers or whatever turns and walks into an atomic drop by The Hulk!"

Melvyn: "Shmuck $42 & 1/2 looks like he's up to something..."

[Ferrigno runs to the ropes...But Shmuck #42..er..JW Madison reaches up and pulls the top rope down! Ferrigno crashes to the outside!]

Melvyn: "And Louie's gone! Shmuck #42 & 1/2 pulls off the upset of the night!"

Fulton: "Yes!"

Mike: "The match isnt..."

Fulton/Melvyn: "Shut up and DANCE, Mikey!"

[Mike starts doing the Hustle.]

Frank Salazar: "John Ferrigno has been eliminated!"

[Seven points at Ferrigno, laughing and cheering, like he just won the Stanley Cup for his team, as Ferrigno cant believe it. He turns around..]

Fulton: "Ahahahahahah!"

Melvyn: "Hey! The midget does something useful!"

[..And gets nailed by a dropkick from Spooky DOOM! The speed of the dropkick sends Seven staggering back and over the ropes to the floor!]

Frank Salazar: "Seven has been eliminated!"

[Seven gets up and gets right in the ref's face, yelling at him. Ferrigno pegs Madison with a stiff right hand! Madison stumbles back into Seven. Ferrigno climbs the steps...and nails them both with a running splash off the apron to the floor!]

Fulton: "Hulk angry! Hulk SMASH PUNY HUMANS!"

Melvyn: "Louie Louie taking it to the numbers guy and Shmuck #42 & 1/2!"

[Ferrigno, Seven and Madison brawl up the rampway and disappear into the back.]

Fulton: "And now we're down to the nitty-gritty. Shooty Mc Shootster, Midget McGee, Big T and uh...the other guy. Traffic Cone or something..."

Melvyn: "He certainly looked like a traffic cone after Jon-boy Richards got through with him."

[Mike Ross, sweating bullets stops dancing and reaches across the table for a bottle of water. Melvyn grabs it out of his hands.]

Melvyn: "Mikey Mikey Mikey..your not finished yet. You drink when you finish. Now, DANCE!"

[Mike Ross, Tuxedo shirt soaked in sweat and looking like he's gonna pass out, resumes dancing. By this time he's not even dancing a certain style..just dancing however he feels like.]

Fulton: "Big T and Traffic Cone staring down Shooty and Los Midgito..The two fat guys charge at the midget and the slightly less fat shooty guy...El Midgito ducks a clothesline from Traffic Cone, runs off the ropes and handsprings into a flying DDT onto Traffic Cone! The Cone is doowwn!"

Melvyn: "Is that like 'backing the mack?' Get dooown with the Cone!"

Fulton: "Works for me. Shooty McShooter saw Big Tubby coming and dropped down, punching Big T in the cajones as he stumbled towards him like Jared looking for his latest Crack..er..."Subway" fix! Shooty goes all "Oh no you did-nt!" (Fulton does the hand-snapping gesture) at Midget McGee and drops Big T with his own DDT!"

[Spooky Doom, taking the hint, nods to F-Dot and turns around. Blockade rushes the masked luchadore but Spooky's once again to quick! He drop toe-holds Blockade into the 2nd rope, then nails the big man with a 619! Blockade stumbles back and Spooky springboards onto the ropes, launching himself into a cross-body block...]

"OOOOOOOHHHHH!"

Fulton: "Sammich city for Mini-me!"

[Blockade catches Spooky Doom in mid-air, repositions the Grim Avenger and liquifies some of Spooky's insides with a falling front slam!]

Melvyn: "I wouldnt go mentioning Sammiches near Traffic Cone. He's one King-Sized Double Western Bacon CheeseBurger sighting away from eating everyone in that ring."

Fulton: "I thought that was Big T."

Melvyn: "Meh, all the big fat roid monsters look alike to me."

Fulton: "True enough."

[Blockade pulls himself up as F-Dot, who was watching Spooky get squished like a bug, gets speared off his feet by Big V! Blockade and Big V stare at each other...and they nod to each other as well.]

Fulton: "Looks like we've got a "which goofball can top the other" game going on between the 4 goofs in the ring. This time it's Traffic Cone and Big T's turn."



Melvyn: "Look at the big hulking Roid monsters having their fun. RAR! Look-it-me-Im-a-big-flaming-roid-monster! RAR! My testicles are the size of marbles! RAR!"

Fulton: "Little too much info there, Melv."

Melvyn: "Please..MY cajones are mountains of man meat! I havent had a woman yet who could handle their greatness!"

[The shot quick-changes around the arena, showing various crew members about ready to lose their lunches. Then back to the ring.]

Melvyn: "The roid-freaks on the other hand..."

[Blockade pulls Spooky Doom up into his own suplex position, but he stalls...holding the Luchadore in his arms for a time. He nods at Big V, then looks at F-Dot on the mat and starts to walk towards F-Dot...But Spooky slips out! Spooky slides off Blockade's grasp and bounces off the ropes as the big man turns around, Spooky jumps into an inverted twisting body scissors into a Diamond Cutter that sends Blockade flying ontop of F-Dot!]

Mike Ross: "COFFIIIIN...*cough* *hack*....CUTTEERRRRRR!!!!"

[Mike Ross slumps over and passes out on the floor in front of the announce table.]

Fulton: "Uh, Mikey?"

Melvyn: "Meh."

[Spooky Doom springs up, runs at Big V and goes for another Coffin Cutter...But Big V catches Spooky and plants him with a powerslam! Big V pulls Spooky up and picks him up into a firemans carry...he locks the Luchadore in a Torture Rack!]

Melvyn: "Big Tubby locking Not-so-Spooky guy in the Rack of Lamb!"

Fulton: "Does he really call it that?"

Melvyn: "How the hell should I know? But it fit's. Especially if he were to use our awesome Cannibal idea."

Fulton: "Got a point there. Although, I think "Rack of Ribs" might work better."

Melvyn: "Fair enough. Rack of Ribs it is."

Fulton: "Alrighty then. Well, Big Tubby's got that Rack of Ribs locked in tight, not like his huge flabby gut which is flailing all over the place everytime he puts more pressure on the submission.."




[....]


[NO! His Spooky-ness catches the top rope and holds on for dear life! Spooky pulls...and pulls...and skins the cat...right into Big V! Spooky wraps his legs around Big V's neck, choking him while trying to hang on!]

Fulton: "Mini-me using Big Tubby as a floatation device, hanging on for his life!"

Melvyn: "Wonder how many people have ever had that idea before?"

Fulton: "Big Tubby as a floatation device? Big Tubby the Anti-Drown device? Hey, another great gimmick idea!"

Melvyn: "Indeed."

[Spooky Doom still holding on for all his worth, Big V trying to desperately to get him off...Suddenly Blockade walks up behind Big and shoves him over the ropes, Spooky Doom still hooked on!]






Frank Salazar: "Big V has been eliminated!



[Is he...?]





Melvyn: "How the hell?!"

[NO!]

[Spooky Doom is STILL HANGING ON! He's dangerously close to the floor...His left foot touches...But he kicks his right foot, trying to stay alive and the crowd goes wild!]

"SPOO-KY! SPOO-KY! SPOO-KY!
SPOO-KY! SPOO-KY! SPOO-KY!
SPOO-KY! SPOO-KY! SPOO-KY!"

Fulton: "That's one supremely lucky lepruachaun."

Melvyn: "You can say that again."

[Spooky Doom is saved from a third attempt at elimination as F-Dot clips Blockade's knee from behind. Spooky uses his all his strength and rolls himself back into the ring under apron. F-Dot locking the knee up and drops down on it with his own knee. He gets up, still holding the knee and does it again. And again! He holds that position with a leg-lock and then reaches up and locks Blockade in a STF!]

Fulton: "Wow, Shooty can actually wrestle!"

[Mike Ross somehow crawls back over to the announce table, grabbing his headset and putting it on.]

Mike: "Though he...*cough* may not have the technical prowess of Spooky *hack* Doom, or the Power of Blockade, F-Dot is a...*big breath*..a...a stu...student of the game of wrestling. He knows how to work you down, and hes do...do...doing that with Blockade's knee now."

Fulton: "Hahah, 'do do.'"

Melvyn: "Welcome back to the land of the living Mikey."

[Mike doesnt respond, downing three bottles of water in a matter of seconds, drenching his already sweat-soaked tuxedo shirt in water.]

Fulton: "Shooty McShootalot lets go of that STF, and he turns Traffic Cone over..."

F-Dot: "Whooo!"

Fulton: "Figure Four Leglock! Shooty with a figure four leglock! Traffic Cone's crying like a baby with that already hurt knee thanks to The Shootster..."

[Blockade's not crying as much as Fulton makes it look like. He's in pain, but the big powerhouse is pushing through it, trying to turn F-Dot over...and he does! He reverses the Figure Four and now F-Dot's trapped in the hold!]

"OOOHHHHH!"

[Spooky Doom comes off the ropes with a perfect springboard legdrop right onto Blockade's head! Blockade's head eating mat breaks the hold, and F-Dot scampers away as Spooky gets up, bounces off the ropes and nails F-Dot with a dropkick to the face!]

Fulton: "El Midgito drags Shooty to his feet and tries to toss him over the ropes, but Shooty holds on. Shooty with elbows to the gut of Mini-me. Shooty with a couple punches to Mini-me's face..."

[F-Dot and Spooky scatter as Blockade runs at them full-speed...which only angers Blockade more when he misses. F-dot looks at Spooky, and they both look at Blockade...]

Fulton: "Ruh ruh Raggy. Someone's having a brainstorm..."

[Nodding to each other, Spooky takes off towards the ropes for momentum, then as Blockade turns around both Spooky and F-dot run towards him...Spooky going high while F-Dot goes low to the knee already worked over, nailing him with stereo dropkicks! The momentum and impact sends Blockade over onto his baclk to the mat, growling in agony at his leg.]

Mike: "Spooky and F-Dot pull Blockade to his feet, and send him into the corner. They converse, and then F-Dot whips Spooky from one corner towards the other where Blockade is...and Blockade takes Spooky's head off with a clothesline!"

Fulton: "Serves the midget right."

Melvyn: "Glad you could join us Mikey. You missed a hell of a match."

Mike: "I...but you...I..."

[Mike slams his head into the table as Blockade goes after F-Dot. F-dot ducks a clothesline, turns around and gets nailed by a big boot! Blockade stumbles, trying to keep his balance on his good leg...Spooky rushes him, but he ducks and backdrops Spooky over his shoulder...but the Luchadore lands on his feet and runs to the other turnbuckle...jumps to the top rope and flips over...]

Mike: "Double Jump moonsault! Misses! Blockade moves and Spooky Doom crashes into F-Dot!"

[Blockade looks down at the crash-site with a smile and limps out of the ring, ripping Frank Salazar out of his seat and taking the chair and sliding into the ring with it. He slides in and gets kicked in the face by Spooky Doom! Spooky grabs the chair, and throws it out of the way. Spooky runs off the other side of the ropes and runs at Blockade, but Blockade catches Spooky and send him over his head...]

Mike: "Oh my god!"

[Spooky lands on the middle of the top rope, balanced almost perfectly, trying to keep his balance..Blockade turns and looks on in shock...Spooky perched perfectly still...]

*flashbulb* *flashbulb**flashbulb* *flashbulb*

*flashbulb* *flashbulb**flashbulb* *flashbulb*

*flashbulb* *flashbulb**flashbulb* *flashbulb*

[Spooky jumps and backflips into a twisting cross-arm chop suicida to Blockade! Blockade goes down!...Spooky turns around...]

"SAAAAY WHAAAT?!"

*CLAAAANG*

Fulton: "Holy Ouch, Batman!"

Melvyn: "Every match should have a spot like that. Spooky Doom getting plastered by a steel chair. Awesome."

[Spooky Doom flies to the mat after getting cracked by that steel chair. F-Dot taunting Spooky Doom, mocking his high flying moves luchadore-ness..]

Mike: "And just like that...momentum goes right back to F-Dot! But what an awesome exchange of moves!"

[Blockade nails F-Dot in the gut, and tears the chair out of his hands..throwing it behind F-Dot. He lifts F-Dot, on shaky legs, up into a powerbomb...and drops him right on the steel chair!]

Mike: "Powerbomb on the chair! Why hasnt the ref done something about that chair yet, dammit? This is a battle royal!"

Melvyn: "It's a battle royal for a shot at the_Deathmatch_Title, you ignoramous!"

Mike: "...I hate you."

Melvyn: "Of course you do."

Mike: "Blockade pulling F-Dot up...he's trying to throw him over the ropes! But F-Dot's hanging on! Blockade pounding F-Dot trying to soften him up...Wait! What's...Spooky Doom's got that chair..."

Melvyn: "Ruh roh. Roid-monster's about to get shmucked by his own weapon."

Mike: "Shmucked?"

Melvyn: "Yes, shmucked. Look it up. It means, attacked by a shmuck. IE-El Midgito there. So, he's about to get shmucked."

Referee Mills Lane: "I'll allow it."

Fulton: "Score!"

[Spooky sets the chair open in a seating position, lining it up in the middle of the ring. He positions himself right...then runs off the ropes...hits the chair, jumps...]

*flashbulb* *flashbulb**flashbulb* *flashbulb*

*flashbulb* *flashbulb**flashbulb* *flashbulb*

*flashbulb* *flashbulb**flashbulb* *flashbulb*

Mike: "TRIPLE JUMP DROPKICK to Blockade!!!"


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"And BOTH Blockade and F-Dot tumble to the outside!"

*DING DING DING*

Frank Salazar: "Ladies and gentlemen, your winner...SPOOOOOOKY DOOOOOOM!!"

[Iron Maiden's "Dance of Death" plays as the referee raises Spooky's hand in victory!]

Mike: "Holy cow! The Grim Avenger pulls it off! Spooky Doom heads now to Showdown at the OK Corral, to face the winner of Marsh/Kross for the SWAT World Deathmatch Title!"

Melvyn: "Bah humbug."

Mike: "I hate you."

[Cut to elsewhere.]

[SWAT Team]

(The shot cuts back to the Springfield announce team, dressed in tuxedos. They all seem to be bickering over something.)

ROY: Just give it back already!

KYLE: NO!

ROY: It’s mine! Give it!

KENT: Just give it back to him already. I’m sick of listening to you two bicker.

KYLE: Alright but he has to promise not to play with it during the match!

( Kyle hands Roy a gameboy. He goes back to playing it instantly.)

ROY: Sucker!

KENT: It’s ok Kyle it’ll keep him from running his big mouth, Anyway folks, we have the second of three exciting SWAT Springfield matches about to start!

ROY: That’s right, we’re seconds away from a bloody bone breaking handicapped match.

KYLE: This isn’t a handicapped match Roy.

ROY: It is when Ruppy’s in it!

KENT: Easy now…

KYLE: Steve Bishop, the first ever All-State Champion, will defend his belt against…

ROY: That lovable scamp Ruppy! The only SWAT wrestler with 2 ½ diseases!

KENT: Damn it Roy, show some respect! Ruppy over came the odds to win the # 1 contender battle royal. Not many people had Ruppy picked to win that.

ROY: I bet on Sun…boy was my bookie pissed when we found out he wasn’t in the match.

KYLE: Typical Roy..,anyway Ruppy proved the doubters wrong. His reward is an opportunity of a lifetime. A shot at the All-State championship Belt!

ROY: Wait! I saw that aspergers syndrome promo of his! Didin’t Ruppy say he had trouble with buttons? How is he going to put the belt on if…

KENT: DAMN IT ROY! Folks all I can do is apologize for my jackass partner. SWAT does not approve of such comments. Ruppy is a very proven competitor who has overcome personal adversity.

(Just then “Tombstone by Isle Of a View” plays and Ruppy comes out from backstage. He has on a red hooded vest and black pants. He flips the hood down and poses for the crowd.)

KYLE: Well speak of the devil!

KENT: Look’s like Ruppy decided to debut some new theme music tonight at the pay per view.

ROY: I doubt it, he probably just forgot which song was his.

KYLE: We’re going to get sued…

WEIGHING IN AT 230 POUNDS AND STANDING SIX FEET TALL! THE COMPETITOR HAILING FROM HURON, OHIO! RUPP’YYYYY!

(Ruppy stands on the turnbuckle with his arms raised. The crowd gives him a polite response. “I lie, I cheat, I Steal” begins to play and the crowd jumps to their feet in anticipation. Bishop comes running out and the crowd blows him back with applause. He has on his black and red wrestling tight with The All –State belt strapped around it.)

KENT: Well it looks like Bishop has stolen the fans hearts.

ROY: Not to mention Eddie’s theme music…

KYLE: Now we’re really going to get sued…

WEIGHING IN AT 243 POUNDS AT 6 FEET TALL. HAILING FROM BOSTON MASSUCHUSETTS! THE SPRINGFIELD ALL-STATE CHAMPION! “THE GREAT ONE” STEEEEVE BISHHHHHHHHOP!

(The crowd explodes with applause. Bishop stands on all four turn buckles displaying the title belt. He then hands the belt to the ref. Afterwards Bishop extends his hand out in friendship. Ruppy is hesitant for a second but then shakes it. The audience applauds this show of good sportsmanship. The competitors each go to a corner and the ref signals for the bell.)

DING DING

(The wrestlers run at each other as Ruppy goes for a clothesline. Bishop ducks under it and nails Ruppy with a side kick, sending him to the ground.)

KYLE: And the agile Bishop lands the first blow.

( Bishop bounces off the ropes and land a leg drop on Ruppy. He then rolls him up for the pin.)

1…Kick out!

KENT: Bishop going for the pin up too early in this match up. The man may be champion but he’ll still need to wear Ruppy down more.

ROY: Well going down early…wasn’t that one of Ruppy’s ticks?

KYLE: Roy, you’re scaring me.

( Both competitors get back up and start to exchange blows. Ruppy blocks a left hook and nails Bishop with a knee to the midsection. He then grabs Steve and lands a cross power bomb.)

KYLE: An impressive cross powerbomb from Ruppy. He then picks up Bishop again and lands a DDT. Ruppy goes to pick Bishop up a third time…Ruppy is clocked in the face by Bishops raised right foot. He got the counter!

KENT: Ruppy tried to push his luck there and went for too much. It’s a rookie mistake but he has been improving.

ROY: He’ll have to make the mistake three or four more times before his mind can make the connection Like shock therapy.!

KENT: DAMN IT ROY! He’s a normal decent guy! Not a mental patient!

(Both competitors lock up and a battle of strength begins. Bishop wins it and irish whips Ruppy into the ropes. Bishop then sends Ruppy crashing down with a powerful clothesline. He then picks him up and lands suplex. He follows it up with another suplex.)

KYLE: The momentum in this match suddenly in the favor of Bishop.

KENT: He goes for the pin!

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KYLE: Oh and Ruppy gets the shoulder up. This kid showing how much heart he really has!

ROY: I’m glad he has a lot of something cause he sure is lacking…

KENT: ROY!

(Bishop picks up Ruppy and whips him into a turnbuckle. Ruppy painfully crashes into the metal post. )

KYLE: Ouch! Ruppy hit that turnbuckle full speed!

(Bishop nails Ruppy with a series of shoulder thrusts. Ruppy seems to be powerless against it. Steve then puts his boot up into a foot choke. He holds it until the ref makes him back off.)

KENT: Bishop is just bring it to Ruppy right now.

ROY: Well it looks like we’ve reached the end of this Special Olympics event.

(Bishop comes charging full speed at the turnbuckle again. Ruppy jumps up at the last moment and Bishop goes under him. Ruppy nails a super kick just as Steve turns around. His head ricochets against the turnbuckle.)

KENT: You were saying Roy?

ROY:…

KYLE: Ah…sweet justice.

(Ruppy picks up Bishop by the hair and lands a double arm power bomb. Bishop comes crashing down with a great thud. He then climbs the turnbuckle.)

KYLE: Just when you thought he wad done. Ruppy comes back with just as much force as Bishop had…maybe even more.

KENT: He goes for the flying leg drop! HE NAILS IT!


ROY:…
(The audience gives a good size pop to Ruppy. He waves and then rolls up Bishop.)


KENT: This could be it!

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KENT: NO! Bishop gets the shoulder up at the last second!

ROY: HA!

KYLE: That was as close to a three count as they come!

KENT: You’re damn right it was!

ROY: He barley had him down for a second.

KENT: Oh please!

(Both wrestlers stagger back up to their feet. Ruppy nails Bishop with a right hook knocking him back. He then nails Bishop again with a left hook. Again Bishop is knocked backwards. Ruppy comes in full force with one more right hook but Bishop ducks under it. He manages to get behind the rotating Ruppy and grab on to him.)

KENT: Rear naked choke! Bishop locks in the rear naked choke!

ROY: Ha ha ha! Now Ruppy is really twitching!

KYLE: DUDE!

KENT: Bishop is choking the life out of Ruppy. He’s dragging him around the ring.

( Ruppy flails his arms as Bishop pulls him from one side of the ring to the other. As they he tires, Ruppy drops to his knees and slowly sinks down.)

ROY: TICK tock TICK tock TICK tock…time’s runny out for Ruppy.

KYLE: Seriously man, I don’t want to get fired!

( Ruppy sinks down further until Bishop has to lay on his back and apply the hold with Ruppy on top of him.)

ROY: It’s done. Exactly what I expected it to be. 2 star match at best.

KENT: WAIT! What’s the ref doing?

KYLE: He’s going for a count! Bishops shoulder’s are down!

ROY: WHAT?!!?

KENT: Bishop has accidentally pinned himself! I don’t think he knows either!

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SHOULDER UP!


KENT: NO! Bishop realizes something is wrong. He gets up and is discussing something with the ref. He still doesn’t seem to get what happened.

( As the ref explains to Bishop what happened a crawling Ruppy takes out the champions knee. He falls over and Ruppy starts to twist his legs into a painful position.)

KENT: The sharpshooter!

ROY: You’ve got to be kidding me! Bishop pulled a Ruppy!

( Steve screams out in pain as Ruppy locks in the hold. He drags him towards the center of the ring.)

KYLE: Ruppy is trying to move to the center of the ring! He knows he has to keep Bishop from reaching the bottom rope.

ROY: This is hardly fair. They didn’t account for Ruppy Ogre strength when they booked this disaster! It’s like Steinbeck’s Of Mice And Men!
Ruppy is Lenny and Bishop is the poor defenseless puppy.

KYLE: I can already see my name on that pink slip…

(Bishop starts to pulls himself towards the rope with all the energy left in his body. Ruppy tries to pull him back towards the center. They begin a tug of war that goes back and forth. Eventually, Bishop starts to win and slumps his way over to the bottom rope.)

KENT: Bishop is battling back! He’s making progress towards the ropes!



KYLE: Ruppy can no longer hold him down. He tries to tug back but Bishop has regained to much strength. He almost at the bottom rope!
Almost in reach!

(Bishop battles his way ever closer. He’s practically face to face with the rope.)

ROY: Ruppy had the lucky break of the century and he blew it! Bishop is going to snatch the rope! He’s inches away! Seconds away!






KENT: NO! RUPPY PULLS HIM AWAY! WITH A SUDDEN BURST OF POWER RUPPY HAS DRAGGED BISHOP BACK TO THE CENTER!

KYLE: BISHOP LITERALLY WATCHED HIS CHANCE SLIP AWAY FROM HIM!

ROY: Well..um..aspergers syndrome..um…ticks….uh.

KENT: Who knew Ruppy had such technical prowess? Bishop is trapped in the center of the ring and he’s fading fast!

(Bishop stretches his arms out as far as he can. Grasping at nothing. His teeth are clenched in pain. He starts to shake violently.)

ROY: Now he’s just like…

KYLE: YELLOW CARD MISTER!

KENT: Things look bad for Bishop. Ruppy has had him locked in for a good time now. His body can only take so much punishment!

(Bishop continues to writhe around in pain. The ref asks him if he wants to submit and he shakes his head. He then lets out a scream.)

ROY: This is total bullshit…

KYLE: Bishop is convulsing! He’s shaking back and forth! He can’t take much more!



KENT: He’s slamming his head against the mat! Bishop looks like he’s running on empty. Any second now he could tap! It could end in moments!

KYLE: Ruppy The All-State Champion!?!?!

ROY: Say it ain’t so!

(Just then “ The Everlasting Gaze” By The Smashing Pumpkins play and the audience jumps to their feet. Out steps “The Silver Bullet” Matt Myers with a water bottle and black towel on his head. Next to him in an expensive suit and sunglasses is metrosexual Manager Joe Barchini. They both have steel chairs in their hands.)

KYLE: What’s going on?

KENT: That’s Matt Myers and Joe Barchini! They have no business in this match up!

(Ruppy releases the sharpshooter and rushes over to the rope. He suspiciously looks at the two as they make their way down the ramp. The ref also goes over and looks at them.)

ROY: He let Bishop go! That’s the Ruppy I know and love!

KYLE: You’re kidding me…

KENT: Ruppy has plenty of reasons to be cautious! Myers was one of the competitors expected to win The All-State Contender match! He unexpectedly went down Ruppy and is most likely not to happy about it.
This could be a form of retribution!

(The ref yells at them to leave. Barchini shakes his head and assures him that they’re just spectators. They set up the chairs and begin to watch. They both give innocent looks.)

ROY: How about that, they just wanted the best seats in the house.

KENT: I’m still not convinced their intentions are pure.

(Ruppy turns around and gets nailed by a kick from Bishop. Steve then snapmare driver him into the canvas.)

KENT: Snapmare driver! Snapmare driver! Ruppy wasn’t prepared for the attack. Bishop goes for the pin.

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WHAT THE? NO!

( Barchini drags the referee out of the ring by the foot. A very pissed off Bishop gets up and starts to yell at the Joe. Ruppy also rises to his feet.)

KENT: See those Damn Sun flunkies are trying to affect this match!

KYLE: Why did they stop a bishop pin though?

KENT: I…I...I don’t know.

(The ref is furious and demands they leave. Barchini nods and folds up his chair. Myers does the same.)

ROY: See Team Sun is made up of reasonable guys. They listen to authority.

(Joe Barchini then spins around and nails the ref in the head with the chair. He crumples to the mat. The fans are very confused and some boo.)

ROY: …that ref never had much authority anyway.

( A furious Bishop slides out of the ring and nails Barchini with a right hook. He spins down and does a girlish scream. Myers and Bishop start exchanging blows. Ruppy stands in the middle of the ring, completely confused. )

KENT: This match has turned to sheer madness! Team Sun is raising hell.


KYLE: Ruppy has no idea what’s going on.

ROY: Some things never change.

( Bishop comes at Matt with a big swing but Myers ducks under it. As Bishop turns around he gets nailed with a gore.)

KYLE: THE BULLET TRAIN! BISHOP GETS NAILED BY THE BULLET TRAIN.

ROY: Funny it’s the only finisher we’ve seen so far.

(A furious Joe Barchini gets up and tells Myers to put Bishop back in the ring. Myers lifts him up and tosses him over the top rope. Ruppy is looking at Team Sun with complete shock.)

KENT: What in God’s name is happening here?

ROY: …a Ruppy match.

(Joe Barchini yells to Ruppy. He tells him to attack Bishop while he’s down. Ruppy looks back and forth he doesn’t know what to do.)

KYLE: This has to be some kind of a trap.

(Ruppy won’t due anything so the two step in the ring. Barchini and Myers start to unleash on Bishop with steel chairs. The ref staggers up and calls for the bell.)

DING DING

YOUR WINNER BY DISQUALIFICATION AND STILLLLL ALL-STATE CHAMPION STEVE BISHHHHHHOOOOOOP!!!!!!

ROY: What a lame finish!

KYLE: I still don’t know what just happened.

( A dazed ref helps the bloody beaten Bishop to his feet. After accepting his belt back Bishop slides out of the rings and slowly staggers up the ramp. An angry Ruppy yells at and shoves Joe and Myers. He can’t believe they blew his shot. Just as Bishop gets halfway up the ramp “Step On You" by Alice Cooper plays. Out struts The Springfield General Manager Billy Cash. He has a cocky smile and a microphone.)



KENT: What is cash doing out here?

ROY: Maybe he’s going to apologize for booking Ruppy.

CASH: Just one second there Stevie Wonder. Where do you think you’re going? The match isn’t over. Get back down to ring.

KYLE: The match isn’t over?

CASH: I don’t care what some snobby glass jaw cry baby ref says. I will not have a Springfield title match end in DQ! Not on the biggest Pay Per View of the year. I have an image to protect and I will not let this jeopardize it!

KENT: Unbelievable…

CASH: Myers and Barchini understand this. They came down here and tried to make the Springfield match exciting. They helped “motivate” you two! I appreciate what they did.
So I’m restarting this title match with a no disqualification clause!

(The crowd pops at this statement. Bishop shakes his head in disbelief. He yells at Cash.)

BISHOP: This is a screw job! You’re screwing me out of my belt!

CASH: Watch it mister or I’ll have to send another motivational manager ringside. I swear I will.

(Bishop gets in Cash’s face. He starts shoving him. Out of the crowd comes The Rising Sun in a David Wells Bo Sox shirt and sweat pants. He spins Bishop around and lands a side kick to his face. The crowd boos.)

KYLE: THE RISING SUN!!

KENT: Bishop is right! This is nothing more then a DAMN screw job! Cash is screwing Bishop over!

ROY: Cash is INSANE! Does he want Ruppy to win?

(The Rising Sun irish whips Bishop down the entire entrance ramp. He comes crashing full speed into the ring apron. Myers and Joe stand their laughing at him.)

CASH: Ring the god damn bell!


DING DING




(Bishop stumbles into the ring. He gets to his feet and looks face to face with a bewildered Ruppy. )

ROY: And so we start again.

KENT: This is pathetic! Billy Cash is pathetic.

KYLE: …Bishop’s chances are pathetic.

(The two competitors lock up as Team Sun jeers from the outside. Ruppy irish whips Bishop into the ropes. Ruppy is goes for a clothesline but Bishops nails a flying elbow.)

KENT: Bishop still has some fight in him.

ROY: Not for long…

(All three Team Sun members slide in opposites sides of the ring. The ref stands powerless as they charge Bishop. Myers goes for another gore but Bishop rolls out the way. He nails Barchini instead. Bishop lands a snapmare on Myers.)

KYLE: Incredible! Bishop using his head to over come the odds.

(Bishop starts to beat on Sun with a series of punches. He then clotheslines him over the top rope. The audience explodes with applause as the three Team Sun members slink away injured.)

KENT: Steve Bishop is a true champion! He refuses to go down without a fight!

(Ruppy then grapples onto Bishop again. He whips him into one of the turnbuckles. Ruppy then does the ten punches as the audience counts along. Ruppy then backs off and comes charging at the turnbuckle. At the last second Bishop leap frogs over him. Ruppy smacks his head against the pole and starts to bleed.)

KYLE: NO WAY!

KENT: UNBELIEVABLE! Bishops survives another attack copying the technique Ruppy used on him earlier.

( Bishop drags the stunned bloody Ruppy a little further away from the corner. He then begins to climb the turnbuckle. Team Sun panicks on the outside. They seem to be bickering over what to do.)

ROY: No way Bishop is going for a high impact move after all the damage he took. I guess its true what they say. Stupidity is contagious…and he was in the ring with Ruppy.

(The wounded Bishop slowly makes his way to the top. He takes a second to catch his breath and keep his balance. Sun furiously yells at a disagreeing Barchini, who eventually rolls his eyes and nods. Matt Myers then gets on all fours.)

KYLE: What is Bishop doing?

ROY: What is Myers doing?

(Barchini then gets on Myers back human pyramid style. Sun backs up and gets a running start down the ramp. Bishop then pumps the crowd as Sun runs up his partners like a stair case.)

KENT: BISHOP COMES FLYING OFF THE TOP TURNBUCKLE

KYLE: SUN COMES FLYING OFF THE HUMAN PYRAMID!

ROY: RUPPY DOESN’T DO ANYTHING!

(Sun jumps off the pyramid on to the top rope. He then springboards off the top rope into a dropkick that collides with Bishop mid air. They come violently crashing down onto the canvas. The crowd erupts and chants “Holy shit”.)

KENT: DEAR GOD! A MID AIR COLLISION! THIS MATCH HAS BEEN UNPREDICTABLE!

ROY: I wish I brought more gameboy games.

(Sun rolls out of the ring and is assisted by his stable mates. Bishop and Ruppy both slowly get to their feet and stagger around.)

KYLE: Everyone is seeing stars!

KENT: It’s anyone’s match from here!

(Ruppy and Bishop blindly head towards the center of the ring. Neither of them seem to know where they are. Ruppy comes to his senses a moment before Bishop. Steve turns around in time to get the back of his head snatched by Ruppy.)

KENT: RUPP ROCKER! RUPP ROCKER!

KYLE: HE NAILED IT!

ROY: NO…WAY.


(Team Sun cheers Ruppy on as he rolls up Bishop.)


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ROY: NO…FUCKING…WAY….


(Team Sun rushes the ring and start to hug the winner. Ruppy sits on the mat in a complete silent awe, his jaw is to the floor. The referee hands Sun the belt who in turn gives it to the stunned Ruppy. Joe Barchini is then handed a microphone.)

JOE BARCHINI: I’d like to introduce you all to the 4th member of Team Sun. LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! BOYS AND GIRLS! YOUR BRAND NEW SWAT SPRINGFIELD ALL-STATE CHAMPION…RUUPPPPPPPPY!


ROY: NO…FUCKING….WAY

(Team Sun put the belt on Ruppy and then raises his arms in victory. Ruppy has a smile from ear to ear. “Welcome Home” By Coheed and Cambria, Team Sun’s Theme, begins to play as the exit the ring. Sun holds open the ring ropes and let Ruppy steps through. The others snicker as he does it.)

KENT: Look at that! I highly doubt that Team Sun really cares about Ruppy. There taking advantage of him and The All-state title.

KYLE: Myers couldn’t win the belt so they got a champion they could control instead.
This was nothing more to them, then a chance to gain power!

ROY: Ruppy…won…a…title…fuck…Ruppy…won…a….match.

(Team Sun lifts the ecstatic Ruppy on to their shoulders and carries him up the ramp. They pass by a pleased Mr. Cash who congratulates Ruppy. After they head backstage Cash talks into his microphone. He addresses the beaten Bishop who is still lying on the matt.)

CASH: Hey you…loser. Get up. Get your worthless beaten ass up. I know you need to mope like the little bitch you are but there’s more matches booked. Get out of my sight.

(Bishop staggers to his feet and the crowd rises to applaud him. The furious Bishop gives the look of death but Cash just scoffs it off.)

CASH: See you around Stevie Blunder.

KYLE: Bishop shakes his head in frustration as Cash heads backstage.

KENT: No doubt about it, Cash screwed Bishop. I’m sure this isn’t the last we’ll here from these two. This could be the start of a very long bitter relationship.

ROY: Ruppy…won.

(The shot fades out.)

[SWAT Team]

(The shot changes to The Carribean announce team. Rios and Pablo have on expensive tuxedoes. Pedro is dressed a little differently then the others. From head to toe he has on nothing but Legion X Merchandise. He plays it off all cool but the others clearly find it strange.)

RIOS: Well folks if you thought the last match was exciting then you’re going to love what we bring you next. Coming up is “The Icon” Stan Wilson versus Ignacious Conner in what looks to be an intense match up. This isn’t any normal match up mind you, the two men will face a test of strength over usage of “The Icon” nickname.

PABLO: Oh-a-boy-a!

PEDRO: That’s right all you cool cats and moon dogs. The hipster Stan won “The Icon” nickname from that square Conner awhile back. Stan was given the chance to pick a match stipulation, and he went with the groooy idea to battle over a knick name. Now it seems the fight has come again.

PABLO:…

RIOS: Pedro…what the hell are you doing?

PEDRO: What ever do you mean, Big Huge?

RIOS: Big Huge…look I mean why are you dressed in all legion X stuff and talking all “cool”?

PEDRO: Well, this confusing language you’re hearing for the first time Rios is called “Not still a virgin”. The reason I’m dressed like this is because I have to market MY own group.

PABLO: Your-a-group-a?
RIOS: Oh please…you’re not in legion X!

PEDRO: Of course I’m not just in it…I AM Legion X baby! They’re making me into the lone wolf cute rebel of the group.

RIOS: Give me a break!

PEDRO: It’s true, all the other members filed restraining orders against me. Distance will only help the angle.

RIOS: The rumors are true folks, this match will be Stan’s final match. He last battle will be other the name of a legend.

PEDRO: Why, he’s not that old, he’s got fight left in him. It’s not like he’s some DYING old man.

RIOS: Pedro…doctor’s don’t think he has long to live.

PEDRO: Oh god…oh god…for once…even I feel like a jackass.

("Remember the Name" by Fort Minor plays and out steps Brandon Young. He is blown back by applause but Brandon does not seem the least bit pleased. He has on a referee shirt and black wrestling tights.)

PEDRO: Brandon Young in ref gear? I knew SWAT is hitting some tough times but do we really need double book people like that?

RIOS: You have no idea what match this is do you?

PEDRO: I don’t even know what pay per view this is.

PABLO: Bash-a-at-a-beach?

RIOS: Brandon Young is the special guest ref for this match. It adds a very interesting X-factor to this contest. Brandon Young’s manager Kaycee Tanner has disappeared without a trace. All signs point to her long time stalker Connor. Ignacious has essentially black mailed Brandon into being the special ref. The chances of a fair match are very slim with Kaycee in danger.

PEDRO: Oh I’m sorry did you say something? I was busy scribbling t-shirt designs for Legion X. Look at this one, it has US fighting giant mutated ants like in the movie Them! See, Pablo the queen ant is eating your insides.
PABLO: No-me-gusta!

("Move" by Thousand Foot Krutch plays and out struts a cocky Connor. The crowd boos and jeers him but Connor just laughs it off. He
yells at a kid with a Big Stan sign before finally sliding in the ring.
He gets face to face with Brandon, who looks like he wants to kill Connor right where he stands. Ignacious lets out a big grin and does the evilest thing of all…he extends his hand to Brandon. A livid Young bites his lip and shakes hands with connor.)

FROM CHAMPAIGN, IL, WEIGHING IN AT 265 POUNDS! IGNACIOUS CONNOR!

(The crowd drowns him with boos but Connor just scoffs at them. The arena darkens and the beginning chords of "The Worm" by Audioslave strike up, as gold pyro begins to rain down upon the entrance ramp. Suddenly, the massive frame of Stan Wilson appears behind the pyro and the crowd erupts with applause. Stan gives out high fives on the way down to the ring. He points to Connor and then steps over the top.)

STANDING AT 6 FEET 10 INCHES AND WEIGHING IN AT 310 POUNDS STAN “THEEEE ICONNNN” WILSON!!!

(The crowd explodes with applause as Brandon calls for the bell.)

DING DING

(Connor bounces off the ropes full speed at Stan, who simply raises his fist. Connor runs straight into the punch and falls to the floor. The audience explodes with cheers and laughters.)

RIOS: Stan starting the offense in his final match!

PEDRO: Let’s hope its not as long as his terrible promos.

(Stan comes down full force with a big leg drop nailing Connor. He then picks Connor up and squeezes him.)

RIOS: Gorilla press! Stan is squeezing the life out of Connor. Brandon can’t help but smile a little!

(Stan then goes from the gorilla press to a power bomb. He slams Connor down to the mat with great force and then rolls him up for the pin.)

PEDRO: Oh thank god Stan’s last match is a short one too!

PABLO: It’s-a-over-a!

( Stan waits for the pin but Brandon stands in the center of the ring. He’s trying to figure out what to do. His mind weighing the pros and cons of each option. Stan yells at him to count the pin but Conner kicks out. Wilson then gets up and starts yelling at Young.)

RIOS: Stan is not happy with the decision made by the special ref. What can Brandon do? If things go badly for Connor then Kaycee’s life is in jeopardy!

PEDRO: Oh that’s why he didn’t count! I thought it was out of protest of Stan’s sloppy wrestling.

( Brandon tries to calm Stan down and explain it won’t happen again. Meanwhile Connor sneaks over and nails Stan with a low blow from behind. The audience boo’s loudly. As Stan is bent over Ignacious lands a snap ddt. He then comes off the ropes and lands a big elbow drop on Stan. Connor rolls him up for the pin.)


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RIOS: INCREDIBLE! Connor tried to end it with a fast count but Stan tosses him off like it’s nothing! This match may not be as easy as Connor originally hoped. Even with Brandon on his side, he still has to over come the sheer power of Stan.

(Stan starts to get up again but Connor kicks him in the back of the knee. Stan stumbles down and Ignacious continues the assault with a series of karate kicks to the kidney. Conner then gets in a drop toe hold on the fallen Stan.)

RIOS: Connor proving early here that he’ll scratch and claw to win this match. He’s not afraid to get dirty.

PEDRO: You’d do that to if you had to spend time next to Stan.

(Connor bounces off a rope and hits Stan with a leg drop. He then goes for the pin. He puts his feet on the second rope for extra leverage. Brandon shakes his head and points to the blatant cheating. Connor gets up and shakes his head back at Brandon.)

RIOS: Once, again we see that thug Connor using fear and black mail to run this match. He’s ruining Stan’s farwell!

PABLO: And-a-that-a-poor-a-kaycee!

(Connor gets in Brandon’s face and reminds him exactly what is at stake here. He then turn around and see’s Big Stan lumbering over him. Ignacious Connor tries to fight back but Stan has already got one big hand around his neck.)

RIOS: CHOKESLAM! STAN’S GOING FOR THE CHOKESLAM!

(Ignacious Conner flails wildly as he is lifted up and then slammed down. The crowd roars as Stan goes for the pin. Brandon slides in for the pin count.)

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(Brandon just waits for moment he shakes his head and say’s he’s sorry to Stan. The Icon scowls at him.)

KICK OUT!

RIOS: Connor survives by the fear of Brandon alone.

PEDRO: Actually, the rule is Big Stan has to pin someone for 6 seconds. It’s only fair. Ask my legion X buddies about it.

( Both men get back up their feet. Connor comes off the ropes and tries to nail Stan with a dropkick.)

PERDO: Connor with a dropkick….HE CAUGHT HIM! BIG STAN CAUGHT HIM MID FLIGHT!

PABLO: It’s-a-Incredible-a!

(Stan walks over to the ropes and tosses Connor out of the ring onto the arena floor. The crowd explodes and a Big Stan chant starts. Connor just rolls around the mat writhing in pain.)

RIOS: This is not the night Ignacious had in mind.

PEDRO: I’m starting to feel bad for Brandon and Kaycee. I just don’t see how Connor can even steal this one….I also feel bad for Stan. That’s not related to the match it’s just about how pretty soon he’s going to be…um…how do I word this? Not alive anymore.

PABLO: Wow-a!

(Stan goes over to Brandon and tells him to start the count out. A nervous Brandon tries to think of an excuse not to. Meanwhile Connor crawls under the ring apron. Stan yells at Brandon to start the count again. A moment later Connor comes crawling out and slides back into the ring. The charge at each other and start exchanging blows.)

RIOS: So much is on the line in this match. The farwell of Stan! The fate of Kaycee! The officiating of Brandon Young!

PEDRO: My interest.

PABLO: Uh-oh-a.

(Stan goes to irish whip Connor but he reverses it. Stan goes full force into the turnbuckle. Connor runs speeding towards the corner and crashes into. The impact slams Stan into the turnbuckle. He starts to wail on Stan with ten punches.)
RIOS: Connor relentlessly attacking The Icon.

PEDRO: I thought Connor was the Icon?

RIOS: Do you even know what show you’re on?

PEDRO: …TKOW?

PABLO: Oh-a-boy-a!

(Connor continues to beat on Stan well beyond the set ten punches. Young looks off into the crowd, no doubt worrying about Kaycee. Suddenly crimson starts pouring from Stan’s forehead.)

PEDRO: Blood, thank god! We’ll get ratings!

RIOS: What caused Stan to bleed? I know Brandon is letting Connor get away with a lot but those bunches alone couldn’t open up a big man like Stan.

PEDRO: Well he is…dying. Doesn’t the body start leaking blood before someone dies of natural causes?

PABLO: BRASS-A!

RIOS: Sweet Reagan-nomics Pablo is right! Connor has snuck on a pair of brass knuckles!

(Brandon finally notices the brass knuckles and comes running over to stop him. Connor tosses them out of the ring and then gives his tortured ref and evil smile.)

RIOS: Connor is running the show here tonight. Brandon is just a blackmailed puppet.
(Connor backs up and charges at Stan again. The Icon gets his knee up at the last second and Connor’s head crashes straight into it. The crowd pops again. Stan then picks up Ignacious and slams his head into the turnbuckle repeatedly.)

RIOS: Would you look at that, Stan using Connor’s own moves against him!

(Connor then slumps over. Stan grabs him and they climb to the top of the turbuckle. Stan then puts his hand around Connor’s neck.)

PEDRO: NO!

PABLO: HE-A-WOULDN’T-A!

(Stan launches Connor off the turnbuckle and out of the ring. He comes crashing down towards the announcer table.)

RIOS: LOOK OUT!

PEDRO: OH SHIT!

PABLO: AAAAAH-A!

(Conner comes colliding down on the table. It collapses and the announcers stumble around trying to get up to their feet.)

RIOS: UNBELIEVABLE! Stan tossed Conner through are table!

PEDRO: That asshole! He spilled my coolata everywhere! I’d kill him if father time didn’t already call dibs.

(The crowd goes wild cheering for Stan and he waves and poses for them. They cheer even louder. Brandon stands at the edge of the ropes hoping he won’t have to do a count out. Connor lays buried under a pile of table rubble. He too is now bleeding from the head. Eventually he has no choice but to start.)

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(Before Brandon can say five a trembling hand rises out from under the table. Conner weakly shakes his finger at Brandon in a tsk tsk tsk motion. Brandon stops the count out and Stan shakes his head in disgust.)

RIOS: With a shake of his hand the count stops! Despite being thrown through a table, Connor still shows his undeserved authority.

(The injured Connor slowly staggers up to his feet. He stumbles and Pedro catches him and helps him regain balance. Connor then staggers towards the ring. He stops to pick up the steel steps.)

PEDRO: Now what is Connor doing?

RIOS: After going through the table, I’m sure he’s not thinking straight.

PABLO:Not-a-good-a-start-a!
(Connor manages to lift up the stairs and places them on the ring apron. Before he can push them in the ring Stan comes running in with a baseball slide. The impact knocks the stairs right into Connor’s face. He goes crashing to the arena floor.)

RIOS: It backfires! The steel stairs collide with Connor’s face! He’s bleeding from the mouth!

PEDRO: We’re definitely going to beat UCW in the ratings this week!

(Conner rolls under the apron again and seems to fish some items out.)

PABLO: Oh-a-no-a! More-a-weapons!

(Conner comes out with a steel chair in his right hand and something small clasped in his left hand. He hops back on the arpon and waits for Stan to charge he then opens his left palm in his face. A white powder goes in Stan’s eyes, blinding him. Conner then tosses the chair and it collides with Stan’s head.)

RIOS: Stan was blinded by that powder! Brandon’s arguing the chairshot but Conner tries to write it off as accidentally hitting him since it was thrown!

(Conner gets in the ring and knees Stan. He then ddt’s him on to the chair. The crowd boos as he rolls him up for the pin.)

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RIOS: Stan still kicked out! Conner is now up and scolding Brandon for a very normal pin count speed.

(Stan gets up and locks arms with Ignacious. Connor tries to Irish whips him but he can’t pull the superior weight in his weakened state. Stan instead whips Connor into the ropes. He comes flying back with a flying elbow but Stan steps a head of it to get his hand around the neck.)

RIOS: HE’S GOING FOR ANOTHER CHOKESLAM!

PADRE: THIS COULD BE IT!

PABLO: OH-A-BOY-A!

(Stan nails Conner with a Chokeslam, covers. Brandon's really...really slow to drop for the count but he finally does.)

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KICK OUT!

(Stan eyes Brandon, and then pulls Conner up and sets up for the Tank Drop, but as he turns to hit it, Conner reaches out and grabs onto Brandon and falls off Stan's shoulders. Stan turns around and sees Conner by Brandons feet and snaps. He backs Brandon into the corner and grabs him by the collar of his shirt, screaming at him to stop interefering while Brandon tries to plead innocent.)

RIOS: Looks like Stan has had enough of Ref Brandon.

PADRE: If only The Make A Wish Foundation would get Stan his own ref too.

(Stan turns around and Conner DDTs him down. Conner drags Stan to his feet and yells at Brandon to help him with Stan.?

Brandon: "No! I'm done helping you!"

Conner: (snaps his fingers) "Just like that, Brando. And you never see HER again. Now help me!"

(Conner pulls Stan over to the corner, and looks at Brandon again, waiting...Brandon finally gives in and the two lift the big Tank up onto the turnbuckle. Conner turns around and gets in front of Stan, picking him up from the turnbuckle onto his shoulder, using the turnbuckle for the extra leverage...then walks into the middle of the ring...)

*BAM!*

RIOS: THE "ICONOMIZER! HE NAILED IT! STAN IS IN TROUBLE!

PEDRO: HE JUST USED HIS FINISHER ON A DYING MAN! WHAT AN S.O.B.!

(Brandon drops for the slow but eventual pinfall.)

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*DING DING DING*

Frank Salazar: "Your winner..."THEEEEEE ICOOOON" IGNACIOUS CONNER!!!"

(Conner does the old "heel forces the referee to raise his arm to all sides of the arena " spot and Brandon leaves the ring, but Conner stops him. Conner orders Brandon to come back into the ring. Brandon reluctantly slides back into the ring and Conner orders Brandon to grab a chair. Brandon shakes his head "no" and Conner again reminds him whats at stake. Brandon again reluctantly slides out of the ring and takes Frank's chair, throwing it over the ropes into the ring and walks off again.And again, Conner stops him, ordering him back into the ring.)

Rios: "Oh no, he's ordering Brandon to put that chair over Stan's neck. Conner's gonna break Stan's neck!"

Pedro: "Good riddence."

(Conner picks up the chair and shoves it into Brandon's arms yelling at him to do as he's told. Conner turns around and walks over to the turnbuckle and Brandon looks out at the crowd, looks at the chair, then at Conner.)

Rios: "Brandon thinking what we're all thinking..."

Pablo: "HIT-A HIM!"

(The crowd roaring at the thought as Brandon rears back with the chair, staring a hole through Conner as he soaks in the crowd before climbing the turnbuckle....Brandon takes a deep breath....)


Rios: "WHAT?!"

*CLAAAAAAANG!*

"BOOOOOO!"

(Brandon cracks the chair down at Stan's back and the crowd boos their 2nd hometown hero. Brandon mouths "I'm sorry" to the crowd before he lifts Stan's head and fits the chair around his neck...Conner sitting on the ropes now loving the crowd booing Brandon. Conner shoos Brandon out of the way and jumps off the ropes...)

RIOS: "OH MY GOD!"

Conner jumps and stomps on the edge of the chair crushing Stan's neck in the chair! The crowd goes silent.

Rios: "My....god...I..."

"BOOOOOO!"

("Move" by Thousand Foot Krutch hits again as Conner celebrates his victory, standing over Stan's unmoving body. Brandon slides out of the ring and walks up to the back, stopping to look out at the crowd with regret in his eyes before leaving to the back. Conner follows him, soaking up the jeers. The announcers are silent as the shot fades.)

[SWAT Team]

We come back to the arena for the Tag Team Scramble match, all four teams allready in the ring, Frank Salazar making the introductions.

Frank Salazar : LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS A TAG TEAM SCRAMBLE MATCH AND IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL. INTRODUCING FIRST, HAILING FROM THE LAND OF {No Means No} AND HONEY, COMING IN AT A COMBINED WEIGHT OF 610 LBS, AND ACCOMPAINED TO THE RING BY REVEREND CORNELIUS MARSH ... THE HELLHOUNDS!!!!

Shot of the Hounds being restrained by Marsh on there leashes

Franks Salazar : IN THE NEXT CORNER, COMING IN AT A COMBINED WEIGHT OF 565 LBS ... REPRESENTING SWAT ROCKIES ... KILLER AND DAVE MCINTYRE!!!!

Killer and Dave look at each other, Dave giving him a smug, I'm too good to be tagged up with a loser like you look. Killer staring back at him through his mask.

Frank Salazar : INTRODUCING THERE OPPONENTS, HAILING FROM MELBOURNE, AUSTRALIA AND COMINGIN AT A COMBINED WEIGHT OF 512 LBS ... "THE NEW SENSATION" NATHAN SLATER ... "THE ROLLS ROYCE" JONATHON RICHARDS ... HIGH! MAINTENANCE!!!

Shot of both members of High Maintenance, both oiled up to the max, flexing and taunting there opponents.

Frank Salazar : AND FINALLY, REPRESENTING SWAT SPRINGFIELD ... COMING IN AT A COMBINED WEIGHT OF 405 LBS ... MATT MYERS AND ... DEW!!!!

Dew and Myers pose for the crowd, and give each other a high five, seeming to be on the same page. Everyone then moves to the outside in there corners, Killer and Dew staying in there to start it off.

Jeremy Tucker : Killer and Dew starting this Tag Scramble off guys. Should be an interesting contest.

Roy Biggins : Hellhounds and High Maintenance hold the clear advantage, both being tag team specialists, the other teams are going to have to pull something out of the hat to pull this one off, especially Killer and McIntyre, just looking at there body language in the introductions, thats not going to work, i can see it already.

Killer and Dew hook up, and Killer clearly over powers the 140 pound Dew, lifting him up into the air, and then drilling him with a Baldo Bomb!

Mike Ross : Killer is jut a power house, Dew starting off with him is crazy, what was he and Myers thinking?

Killer picks Dew up from the mat and whips him into the ropes, Dew bounces off the ropes and ducks under a Killer clothesline, Dew then keeps running, bounces off the opposite ropes, slides beneath the legs of Killer, and gives him the mother of all wedgies.

Vance Knox : WEDGE!!! Dew with his patented wedgie on Killer, and boy is he pleased with himself.

Dew interacting with the crowd after the wedgie, turning his back on Killer and telling the crowd to "Do the Dew" ... CRACK!

Jeremy Tucker : Killer not happy with that wedgie, and he just ran threw Dew with a stiff clothesline to the back of the neck, sending Dew toppling to the outside.

Myers wastes no time and runs into the ring crunching Killer unawares with a big boot. Killer rocking, he didn't see that coming, gets slowly back to his feet and Myers drills him with a Double arm DDT.

Mike Ross : Don't forget fans, in a tag scramble like this, if someone goes to the outside, another person can enter the ring without needing a tag.

Myers whips Killer into the ropes, and the "New Sensation" reaches across with a knee to the back of Killer. Slater then tags himself in with a slap to the back of Killer and springboard body presses Myers.

Roy Biggins : High Maintenance into the contest, Myers saw him coming, but couldn't get out of the way.

Slater then tags in the big man, Jonathon Richards, locks an a abdominal stretch on Myers, leaving him wide open. The Rolls Royce comes in, measures Myers up, then near caves Myers face in with a brutal running head butt. Myers slumps to the mat and Slater cheap shots him with a stomp before leaving the ring.

Jeremy Tucker : Richards picks up Myers and drills him with a big shoulder breaker. He then tags in Slater again. Richards hoists Myers up and drills him with an inverted crucifix powerbomb as Slater ascends the top rope. Nathan Slater then coming down with a floating leg drop on Myers.

Vance Knox : Great tag team wrestling from High Maintenance.

Roy Biggins : Slater with a cover ... ref drops down for the count ... 1 ......... 2 ............ McIntyre breaks the count with a stomp on the back of Slater's head.

Dave McIntyre then lifts Slater up and European uppercuts him, then tosses him out of the ring with a handful of hair and tights. McIntyre then cockily covers the still down Matt Myers.

Mike Ross : Whats McIntyre doing? He cant come in like that and throw someone out, you only can come in "after" someone is sent out.

Vance Knox : Are you sure?

Mike Ross : Of course I'm sure Vance.

Vance Knox : Well then how come the ref is dropping to make the count.

Referee drops for the count .. 1 ......... 2 ...... Myers powers out.

Mike Ross : These officials, I swear i dont know how some of them even get there jobs. You can guarantee after a start like this, that his kid is going to completely lose control of this one.

Dave McIntyre with another European uppercut, this one to Matt Myers. Myers shrugs it off and snaps, picking up Dave and drilling him with a powerful spinebuster. Matt Myers then lifts Dave up onto his shoulder and plants him with a big Death Valley Driver.

Jeremy Tucker : The Reload there from Myers, very impressive, he took a fair amount of damage, but was able to get his second wind and take out Dave McIntyre.

Vance Knox : What he needs now is a tag.

Myers looks to his corner, see's little Dew and you can see a battle going on in his head. He then makes a decision and tags Dew back in. Dew grabs Dave McIntyre and slings him at the ropes for an Irish Rip, and when he rebounds back Dew knees him in the gut for a kitchen sink. Dave bends over in pain and Dew takes his chance to wedgy Dave... oooh, McIntyre in more pain and dazed. Dew's loading his boot... he's stomping it. The crowd cheers! They know what's coming!!! Oh my Gawd!!! Dew just kicked his opponent in the junk for his finisher!!!

Roy Biggins : This is madness! This kid Dew is an insult to our business, whats he even doing in there with an athlete like Dave McIntyre?

Vance Knox : Kicking his ass!

McIntyre hunches over cradling his sack, and Nathan Slater reaches over and tags himself in. He comes into the ring and starts bullying little Dew. Cuffing him over the back of the head, paint brushing and pie facing him.

WHAM!

Jeremy Tucker : KICK TO THE BALLS FOR SLATER!

Mike Ross : Dew on fire!

Roy Biggins : Holy shit! What is Dew doing?

Vance Knox : It looks to me like he's sticking his hand in his own ass.

Roy Biggins : But why?

Vance Knox : Your guess is as good as mine. May well have an itch, some nights i lay in bed and just cant stop ....

Mike Ross : Wait, he's pulling it out!

Jeremy Tucker : That can't smell good. Just look at his face as he gets a whiff.

Mike Ross : It looks like Slater just got a smell. He's turning around to see what it is!

Roy Biggins : Nooooo! Dew just stuck that smelly fucking hand in Nathan Slater's mouth.

Vance Knox : That's the kind of thing that toothpaste won't wash out.

Jeremy Tucker : That's the kind of smell that will be with you for days.

Nathan Slater begins dry reaching, then snaps, and nails Dew with a Superkick which sends Dew sailing over the top rope to the outside. Slater is irate and reaches over the ropes screaming at Dew about how he is "going to FUCKING KILL HIM!" Big Cerberus makes his way into the ring, Slater in his rage oblivious, and Cerberus crunches him with a running swinging lariat, Slater, unfortunately for him not going outside, but bouncing off the ropes back into the middle of the ring.

Vance Knox : HELLHOUNDS into action! And i am proud to announce to everyone that after tonight, the Hounds will be moving to the Rocky Mountains!

Jeremy Tucker : Very true Vance, and there manager, Reverend Cornelius Marsh will be making the move to Australia, possibly with the World Death Match title in his luggage.

Cerberus with a big chokeslam into a spinebuster on Slater. Slater crawling towards the corner for a tag, but Cerberus grabs him and drapes him throat first on the second rope then the 365 pounder delivers a running earthquake splash to the back of Slater's neck.

Mike Ross : Slater is in trouble, big trouble, no one can take apart a team like the Hounds, especially once they sense your hurt. They are like a shark smelling blood.

Roy Biggins : Cerberus picks up Slater and whips him into the ropes, Slater bounces off and puts the brakes on. Then WHAM! Bitch slaps Cerberus right in the mush.

Jeremy Tucker : SWEET JESUS! He must be insane! I dont think i have ever seen anyone do that to the Hounds before!

Slater then starts back peddling, Cerberus stalking him, but Nathan Slater slides out of the ring and in comes big Jonathon Richards.

Vance Knox : It was a plan, High Maintenance taking advantage of the Scramble rules, to get Cerberus chasing Slater, then in comes The Rolls Royce!

The crowd up on there feet as the two big men are in there together. Richards charges big Cerberus with a big Cactus clothesline from behind, the two big men toppling over the top. Reverend Marsh is waiting out there and blasts the Rolls Royce in the face with a explosive fireball.

Jeremy Tucker : FIREBALL!!! FIREBALL FROM MARSH!!

Marsh then pulls a table out from under the ring and he and Cerberus lie Richards ontop of the table, Psycho then (who had made his way into the ring) Springboard shooting star presses to the outside, putting Richards through table on floor!

Mike Ross : This is the Hellhounds we have heard about! The team that leaves Destruction in there path. Richards may well be blind from that fireball!

Vance Knox : Maybe if he's reaaaal nice, the Reverend will "Heal" him!

Roy Biggins : Both Hounds now pulling Richards up to his feet, Marsh goes off gathering more plunder for them ... if you will ... New Sensation Nathan Slater coming into the ring, bounces off the ropes and then charges at the other ropes, flying through the top and middle ropes with a suicide dive to the outside taking out both Hounds and his partner.

Matt Myers and Dave McIntyre then both make there way into the ring. Myers blowing Silver mist into Dave's eye's blinding him. Myers then crunches McIntyre with a Bullet Train Gore. He doesn't make the cover though, instead he heads to the top rope, and flies to the outside, taking out both High Maintenance and The Hellhounds with a excellent Flying Body press.

Mike Ross : Marsh is going to have a fair bit of healing to do after this one is threw.

High Maintenance manager Gavin Slater runs down to the ring with a jug of water and towel. Killer entering the ring as McIntyre is still blinded by the silver mist. Killer looks to be going in to check on his partner, but Dave cant see who it is, and swings wildly, sensing someone is near him, clocking Killer with a hard right. Killer snaps, picks Dave up with a great power display in a gorilla press, then tosses him to the outside onto all five men out there who were jostling back to there feet. The crowd going wild for Killer!

Jeremy Tucker : Killer using his own partner as a weapon there. Wonder if they practised that one together?

Mike Ross : Meh, McIntyre cant see anyway, may as well make use of him the only way he can!

Dew enters the ring and Killer waits for him in there ... Dew again in this miss match, but his confidence is up and he runs at Killer, who easily lifts him up in a Gorilla press, Killer then tossing him to the outside also, ontop of all six men.

Roy Biggins : Killer standing alone on the ring now, the crowd getting right behind him here in Arizona, as he makes his way up to the top turnbuckle.

Jeremy Tucker : Killer gets to the top, points to the sky and makes the sign of the cross ... then flies taking out ALL SEVEN MEN!

Mike Ross : ODE TO HAWK!!!

All eight men now in a heap on the outside. Rev Marsh pulls The Hounds out passing Cerberus a monitor, as Gavin Slater pulls High Maintenance out. Gavin tends to Richards eye's, dipping the towel in the water and washing the burns of his face, but Nathan Slater snatches the jug of water and starts sculling it down, trying to get the taste of Dew's crack out of his mouth.

Cerberus with a TV monitor now, sends Dew into next week.

Gavin Slater grabs Dave McIntyre and rolls him into the ring, High Maintenance following him in.

Psycho then starts choking Dew with TV cables that were attached to the monitor, Matt Myers and Killer both start duking it out with each other.

In the ring, Nathan Slater drags Dave McIntyre up to the top rope. The New Sensation up there with him, both men placed precariously on the top perch. Slater maneuvers himself around, to be facing the ring, Dave facing the crowd, and Nathan locks Dave in an inverted bulldog position .... The Rolls Royce Jonathon Richards then jumps up onto the second rope, hooks Dave in a German suplex, and Nathan takes off with the top rope inverted bulldog the same time as Richards executes the top rope German suplex.

Mike Ross : SILVER LINING!!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Richards with the cover .. .1 .............. 2 ............... 3!!!

Roy Biggins : High Maintenance win it!

Unfinished Sympathy (instrumental version) hits Slater and Richards are reveling in their victory, taunting the fans as they make their way up the ramp. Gavin Slater rushes up to them at the top of the ramp and raises both their arms in victory!

Vance Knox : Truly, this victory could not have come to two nicer guys! Bravo, gentlemen! BRAVO!

Mike Ross : While my broadcast colleague is sewing his lips to High Maintenance’s collective ass….

Suddenly, Slater and Richards are blindsided from behind! Gavin looks down in shock as his boys are dropped and turns around, right into a vicious chairshot from Jace Mingla!

Mike Ross: Damn it!! It’s The Violence Party!!

Roy Biggins : Whoa….what beef do they have with High Maintenance? Aren’t they from the Rockies?

Vance Knox : They sure are!!

Richards is the first to stagger to his feet and Jay St. Clair is on him! He swings with his chair and blasts Richards in the shoulder! Richards rolls down the ramp and finally get to his feet. Meanwhile, at the top of the ramp Jace grabs a handful of the New Sensation’s hair, but Nathan starts to fight back, landing some solid shots to Jace’s stomach, causing him to drop the chair! Around ringside, Jay tries to whack Richards with the chair again, but Richards ducks and Jay wraps the chair around the ring post instead.

Mike Ross : I may not always agree with those boys, but dammit show ‘em what the Arizona Region is all about!

At the top of the ramp, Jace and Nathan are trading blows, until Jace hits Nathan with a straight kick to the crotch! Nathan goes down again and Jace picks up his chair again and brings it crashing down on Nathan….once…twice…three times! Gavin is also trying to crawl to his feet and Jace drills him in the skull again too!

Mike Ross: These rotten bastards!

Meanwhile, Rolls Royce Jonathon Richards and Jay St. Clair are having it out right in the middle of the ring! They’re trading blows furiously and St. Clair Irish whips Richards, Richards rebounds and ducks under a waiting clothesline from St. Clair. He waits for St. Clair to turn around, boots him in the gut, and hits a diamond cutter! Richards is pissed! Jace slides in the ring and rushes Richards into the corner, but Richards hits a clubbing blow to Jace’s back. Jace goes down and rolls out of the ring, continuing to taunt him from the outside! Richards talks trash right back and Jay is picking himself up in the corner, where he appears to be pulling something out from under his shirt.

Jeremy Tucker : What’s that he’s got there?!

Jay walks up behind Richards and plunges the object into Richard’s back….JESUS, it’s a taser!! Richards goes down, arching his back in pain and Jay starts laying the boots to him. Jace also gets back in the ring and by now Slater is trying to make his way to the ring, holding his head as blood is trickling down from his brow. St. Clair readies the taser again and punches it right into Richards’ groin!! Richard’s cries out in agony! On the outside, Jace rushes to intercept Slater, but Slater cuts him off with a spinning crescent kick! Slater slides in the ring and guns it right for St. Clair. He and Jay start trading right hands and before long Slater starts to get the better of him! Slater spears Jay down to the mat and Jay drops the taser! It’s now a full scale donnybrook between the two men as they roll around on the mat, furiously trading hateful blows! By this point, security comes rushing down to the ring, where the barely manage to pull St. Clair and Slater apart! Both men fight against the security, eager to tear each other apart as two of the other security guards start flagging doctors from the back for Richards, who is clutching his groin and clearly in severe pain.

Finally, St. Clair relents and extricates himself from the security guards. He rolls out of the ring and joins Jace on the ramp, with a mic in hand.

Jay St Clair : Just like we promised, one more act of violence! High Maintenance, I’ve seen piles of shit more intimidating than you two! Don’t think for a second that because you won the Tag Team Scramble than your lame asses truly amount to anything here in SWAT. Because the Violence Party will always be here to keep you down in the dirt where you belong!

Enjoy your newfound low sperm count Johnny-boy….just a little somethin’ to remember us by….

Jay drops the mic as “Complications” hits and the crowd, for the second time tonight sends massive heat in the general direction of the Violence Party.

[SWAT Team]

The shot goes down to the Springfield announcers who are anxiously waiting their region’s main event.

Roy: Welcome to this historic night featuring SWAT’s first ever Rage On The Cage match, in fact that’s what we are waiting for.

Kyle: Welcome? We’ve been on already.

Roy: I like the word welcome… so what?

Kent: Ok… I think it’s time for the match now.

Kyle: I just want to note one thing. Lucifer Jones had to surrender his belt before the show tonight so it could be placed above the cell early.

The lights in the arena dim to a deep shade of blood red, while the sound of white noise feedback hisses out of the PA system. Then, "Homicidal" by Bad Luck 13 Riot Extravaganza plays and Lucifer Jones bursts through the entrance curtains, already talking shit about anyone and anything he see's, including the fans, and making fun of little crippled kids in the audience. He is beltless.

Rocco: Ladies and gentlemen this is the Rage On The Cage Triple Threat match for the Springfield Heavyweight Championship… making his way to the ring first… from the White Chapel district of London, England… weighing 237 pounds… he is your Springfield Heavyweight Champion… Lucifer Jones!!!

He walks over to the first group of fans in the aisle seats and immediately starts bullying someone. The whole time Jones just laughs and walks confidently down to the ring, slides in and cracks his neck a few times.

Kyle: He looks to be in a zone tonight.

“The Fire” begins to play over the speakers and smoke clouds the stage area. Taylor comes running through it ready for action, but without his personal assistant. He looks strait towards Jones as he walks down the ramp and ignore the bantering of those that hate him.

Rocco: And the first challenger… from Los Angeles, California… weighing 195 pounds… Jason “Shooting Star” Taylor!!!

He rolls under the bottom rope and stands in the ring, just looking back over his shoulder, waiting for Rising Sun to come out.

Roy: I think he really wants to get his hands on Rising Sun after losing to him last Rampage.

“Smiling Bomb” Begins to play and Rising Sun rushes down to the ring in a hurry to start this match.

Rocco: And finally from Cheshire, Connecticut… weighing 190 pounds… Rising Sun!!!

He slides under the bottom rope and stands in the center of the ring.

Rocco: I have just been ordered to let the technicians know to lower the cell.

The cell begins to lower around the combatants. All of them look curiously to the other two, you can taste the friction and lust in all three of their hearts. Rising Sun bounces on the balls of his heels as the cell gets into place. There is a clinking sound when the cell hits and then the turn of a lock, it’s in place.

DING DING

Jason Taylor and Rising Sun are both going at each other and Lucifer Jones sees this. He takes the moment to duck out of the ring and begin walking around the outside between the wall and the ring. Taylor and Sun are slugging it out, but Taylor manages to get the upper hand with a closed fist that shifts Sun’s mask. Taylor takes the opportunity to whip him into the corner.

Roy: Sun hit hard and still doesn’t know where he is.

Kyle: Did anyone else see where Jones went? I lost track of him.

Roy: You should pay more attention. If you had you’d know that he… hey, where did Jones go?

Kyle: I’m not the only one who lost him then.

Taylor stands on the second rope and starts to pound down onto the side of Sun’s head. Taylor is getting a large pop as the crowd counts the punches with him. He reaches 8 when a ladder comes up from the outside of the ring. Taylor leaps back just barely avoiding the ladder connecting with his head. The crowd roars.

Kent: Jones just tried to use that ladder on Taylor.

Sun falls out of the corner and Jones is holding a ladder looking at Taylor with shock in his eyes.

Kyle: I don’t think that’s what Jones intended on happening. In fact that’s a huge mistake, to fail to stop someone that’s on a roll.

Jones starts to back away towards the other corner of the cage. Taylor shakes his head and hops over the top rope and onto the mat. With a rush Jason runs at Jones and pushes against the ladder. Jones is pinned to the wall and Taylor begins to throw punches in between the steps.

Kyle: Damn, Taylor is cleaning house today.

Roy: He certainly brought his “A” game to this match. I sure hope he keeps this stuff up through the entire match. We could even see a new champion at this rate.

Kyle: Have you ever seen the original match from HDW?

Roy: No, what’s your point?

From behind Sun grab’s Taylor’s head and smacks it into the ladder. Jones then forces it out and it cracks against his face again. Sun slides Taylor into the ring and follows. Jones remains outside and sets the ladder up. Sun pulls Taylor to his feet and gets in a few knife edge chops before whipping him across the ring. A knee to the gut sends Taylor flipping over and onto his back. Jones leaps from the top of the ladder and takes out Sun with a flying clothesline.

Kent: That was a huge impact on Rising Sun!!!

Jones quickly moves over to Taylor and gets him to his feet. Vary carefully he whips him and catches him with a drop toe hold on the way back that sends Taylor fast first into Sun’s gut.

Roy: There’s the champion working a very calculated attack.

Jones walks over to the side of the ring and reaches out grabbing onto the ladder. He pulls on it trying to get it into the ring. Jones places two feet on the apron and jams the other two into the side of the cell locking it in place. Jones turns back around and stomps on both of the competitors. Then he goes out of the ring and grabs a second ladder from the ground. He slides it into the ring under the bottom rope.

Kyle: I think Jones’s plan is to put the competition into the hospital and then retrieve his title.

Kent: A rather smart move. If the others can’t stand up how can they climb a ladder or even the cell?

Kyle: They can’t, and that’s the ingenious part of it.

Jones slides back into the ring and picks the ladder back up. Sun and Taylor are both getting back to their feet and Jones makes a snap decision. He slams the flat end of the ladder into the side of Taylor’s head spinning him onto his back and leaving him out cold on the mat.

Roy: Sun is back to his feet and doesn’t look happy that Jones has a ladder.

Jones puts his head through the ladder and starts a helicopter spin. Sun has to duck every time that Jones makes a half turn just to avoid a ladder to the side of the head. Jones shifts heights keeping Sun just far enough away so he isn’t attacked while doing this. Then Jones starts to slow down.

Roy: Wait… what’s going on here.

The crowd starts to laugh as Jones wobbles about.

Kyle: Our champion is dizzy. That’s what you get for mimicking a scene from “Ready to Rumble”.

While Jones is disoriented Sun goes to the corner and climbs it. Jones wobbles over towards Sun in the corner with his head still through the ladder. Sun jumps off and hits a seated senton against the ladder and Jones sending all three of them crashing down in a mix of metal and man.

Roy: Holy mother of… Jones’s neck could be broken.

Kyle: Or Sun’s leg.

Sun is lying holding his upper leg where it landed on the side of the ladder and Jones is pushing the ladder off of his head, blood coming out of his mouth.

Kent: I think he bit his tongue or busted his lip when he landed.

Taylor climbs to his feet and sees an opportunity. He slides out of the ring and finds a third ladder lying on the mat.

Kyle: I think the last thing we need is another ladder screwing these people up.

Roy: You can not stop the metal mayhem Kyle, so just accept it.

Taylor holds the ladder up and aims the end towards one of the doors. He takes a running start and slams into the door. He bounces back, but it is forced open. The ladder jumps out of his hands and lands on top of one of the turnbuckles and somehow remains horizontal, legs facing into the ring.

Kent: Taylor has just breached the perimeter.

Taylor looks over his shoulder and sees that Jones is getting back to his feet and Sun is resting in the corner. Taylor chooses to get back into the ring.

Kyle: He looks to be trying to finish off Jones before going for that belt.

Taylor slides back into the ring and walks his way over to Jones bringing full back to his feet. Jones still has a hand grasping his throat. Taylor swings to whip Jones at the horizontal ladder, but Jones stops it and throws Taylor towards it instead. Smartly Taylor drops so he lands on his back under it. Jones then runs and smashes the ladder down onto Taylor with a crushing blow.

Kent: A good example there of a smart move turning out to be a bad move.

Roy: Or a display of the champion using his ingenuity.

Kyle: I swear you change sides more often then John Kerry.

Jones is now pumped and looking back at Sun. He pulls the ladder he just used on Taylor off of him and sets it up while Sun tries to get back to his feet. Sun is having problems because of what he had done to his legs with the senton. He staggers to the ropes for balance and looks up seeing Jones with the ladder standing. Jones comes over and drags Sun from the ropes, turns him around, and lays him chest first over the top rope.

Kyle: What the hell does Jones have in mind?

Jones quickly climbs up the ladder and looks down at Sun resting on the top rope. Jones jumps off landing his upper thigh on the back of Sun’s head, choking him across the top rope. Sun falls back into the ring clutching his neck and Jones lands on the outside of the ring roughly.

Roy: Whoa, I think Sun is out of this match for good.

Kent: I’ve seen greater comebacks in my time.

Jones slides back into the ring and looks around surveying everyone around him. Taylor is still moving so he makes his way over to him. Jones brings him back to his feet and whips him across the ring. A quick hips toss sends Taylor onto his back again and Jones goes and applies a rear naked choke.

Kyle: Is it just me or am I seeing a pattern with Jones? He’s been targeting the throat area, like he’s trying to incapacitate them.

Roy: Lu Jo is great at this sort of strategy tactic. He picks a method of attack and sticks with it unless it no longer is working.

Kent: And right now it’s working very well. Sun is on the ground trying his best to breathe and he is currently in process of getting Taylor to pass out.

Jones is rolled by the struggling Taylor, who manages to get them both to sit up, Jones’s legs still around Taylor’s waist. Taylor looks to be waning around consciousness and unconsciousness, his eyes rolling around almost freely. Suddenly the crowd breaks into a Taylor chant trying to urge on his escape. It appears to start working as Taylor rolls forewords and plants a foot on the mat. Then, showing great strength, he raises himself and Jones off of the mat with the single leg. Jones, realizing this reversal, quickly releases the choke hold and snaps around into a reverse neck breaker, flooring Taylor once again.

Kyle: I’ll admit more great judgment on Jones’s part. He certainly is proving why he is the champion and holds only one loss in the Springfield region.

Jones is back to his feet and looking down at Taylor, a little out of breath. He looks to the turnbuckle and walks over to it. He climbs to the top and looks down towards Taylor with a killer instinct. His hands rise above his head and he leaps off the turnbuckle. Taylor’s foot pops up and smashes into Lucifer’s face before Jones even gets into landing position. Jones falls to the mat as Taylor suddenly comes to life and leaps to his feet. The crowd is cheering him on somewhat.

Kyle: And now Taylor is on a sudden comeback.

Kent: Uh… may I say that…

Roy: Not now, watch Taylor.

Taylor pulls Jones to his feet and applies several punches to him until he drops again. Then he forces him back up and whips him so hard the Taylor goes to the ground. Jones flies under the bottom rope and crashes into the cell wall outside the ring. Taylor is looking pumped and looks strait up above him, seeing the title hanging there. Taylor points up to it and the crowd cheers wildly. Then, from beneath, comes Sun with a dropkick to the back. Taylor flies forewords and smacks his head into the ladder and falls over, a cut beginning to bleed from his forehead. Sun walks over to him, Jones getting up on the outside of the ring.

Kent: Shouldn’t Jones be careful? He is wandering under that ladder that’s set up between the ring and the cell wall.

As Jones rises under the ladder Rising Sun whips Taylor directly at that point in the ring. Taylor’s back slams against the ladder. The ladder comes together around Jones’s torso, crushing his head and ribs.

Kyle: Holy damn, two birds with one stone!

Roy: We’ve been seeing that sort of thing all match haven’t we?

Kyle: Yeah, but Taylor is still standing.

Taylor moves towards Sun, but Sun hits an arm drag. Taylor is up again and is caught into a second arm drag, then a third, and a forth. A glutton for punishment he walks into what looks like a fifth, but Taylor overpowers Sun and locks him into a full nelson, then slams him neck first to the mat.

Kyle: Taylor has been kicking ass this entire match. He succeeded at making comebacks from every offensive that Sun and Jones have thrown at him.

Kent: All three of these men would make a great champion, but the question is who is better here. Jones is the champion and has earned so. Taylor has proven to be smart and could easily carry the title. Then there is Sun, and he has just been amazing as of recently.

Roy: I’ve made up my mind, but I’m not saying who is winning.

Kyle: Of course that is just your way of saying that you are going to choose whoever wins and say that was your choice all along.

Roy: I’m sorry did you say something? Did it have something to do with your mustache fetish?

Taylor rolls out of the ring and walks over to the door, and swings it open. He tries to walk out, but his leg is suddenly grabbed by Jones. Taylor swings back around and is caught in the gut by Jones’s knee. He then smashes Taylor’s face into the cage opening his wound up further and causing blood to flow down his face. Jones walks over and shuts the door, then turns back to Taylor.

Kent: Jones isn’t looking to take this match outside just yet.

Jones swings Taylor back into the ring, prepared for some more wrestling. He drops an elbow across Taylor’s throat and gets back up making a little jig move showing he is getting his momentum back.

Kyle: You certainly can tell when Jones’s thinks he is doing well.

Roy: The champion is holding his own in the ring. A man who has lost only 3 matches in his SWAT career and never once tapped out.

Kyle: Yeah I know he is impressive. He holds victories over both the men in the ring, Steve Bishop, Mr. Big, and many other huge names in the business.

Taylor is dragged back up by Jones and Jones whips him down and slides him back out of the ring. Suddenly Sun comes up from behind flinging blows to the back of Jones’s head. He gets Jones bending over and knees him in the gut. Sun runs and comes back from the ropes, but Jones snaps up and catches Sun and hitting a sudden…

Kent: YANKEE CRACKER!!!

Kyle: He just put Sun away for good this time.

The crowd is not pleased as Jones gets back to his feet and looks over the fallen body of Sun. A cocky smile and he looks to the door, appearing to be finally ready to go and get his belt. He slides out of the ring and walks around to the door. As he comes around the corner of the ring Taylor rushes out of hiding holding a ladder. The end of the ladder slams into Jones’s cut and shoves him into the door. It swings open and they power through it to the outside of the cage. Taylor doesn’t stop moving until Jones slams into the barricade and screams out.

Roy: I think the champion’s rib cage was just shattered to pieces.

Kyle: Yeah, but Taylor looks beat. He is exhausted from this match so far.

Jason Taylor drops the ladder and rests against the cell for a moment, trying to regain his breath. After a few moments he turns and slowly finds his footing in the fence like wall. He makes it a few steps up before Jones regains his footing and pulls him off of the wall.

Kent: And now the champion is making a comeback.

Jones pulls Taylor around to face him and hits the uppercut to the jaw. Taylor bounces against the cage and comes back and Jones whips him around and into the announcer’s table.

Roy: Oh SHIT!!! I’m getting out of here.

Roy takes off his headphones and jumps into the audience running through it while the other two just stand and watch him run.

Kyle: We are down a person in commentary.

Kent: Well at least it was the annoying one.

Kyle: True.

Jones walks over to the table starting to take it apart. Jones turns around and Taylor boots him directly in the face with a spinning heel kick. Taylor lays on the mat for only a moment before he is back on his feet and walking to the cell. He begins to climb up, but very slowly. Jones gets back to his feet and shows he is less fatigued when he starts to climb with much vigor. Jones reaches the same height, which is around ten feet off the ground, and reaches sideways to try to pull Taylor off of the cage.

Kyle: These two titans are battling at an incredible height and risk here.

Suddenly Rising Sun is seen inside the ring running across it and bouncing off the opposite side of it. He then leaps onto the top rope and jumps off of it, then dropkicks strait into the side of the cage where Jones and Taylor are. The two of them go flying off of the side and crash through the announcers table. Sun tumbles to the mat between the cell and ring.

Kyle: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? Rising Sun just did a damn suicide maneuver, he must really want that title belt to do something like that.

Kent: I can’t believe the personal sacrifice people will go through just for a title belt.

Kyle: You have a lot to learn about this business still.

The crowd is cheering this match on, but not any single person. Sun suddenly rises from the mat, looking battle ready. He looks at the damage outside of the cell and smiles. He walks to the open door, swings it open, and walks to the outside. He turns to begin his climb to the top of the cell.

Kyle: Look at this, Rising Sun is going up the side without anyone stopping him!!!

Kent: He’s going to win this thing without any sort of help or anything.

Kyle: Well that’s kind of the point of the match, but look at him… wait… Taylor and Jones are moving!!!

Jones and Taylor both stand in the rubble of the announce table and look up at Sun climbing the cell. As quickly as they can they go to the side and start to climb up as well. Sun reaches the top as they get half way. He doesn’t realize that they are coming and he heads strait for the ladder.

Kyle: Sun either has to hurry or he is in big trouble. Taylor and Jones are nearly at the top of the cell, and if they get up there, Sun is in for it.

Kent: Isn’t there something he can do?

Kyle: Fight back?

Kent: Against two? He is screwed.

Rising Sun picks up the ladder, but Taylor and Jones reach the top of the cell. Jones rushes forewords and Taylor stops his advance to hang back and watch. Jones slams into the back of Sun causing him to drop the ladder. Jones goes for a bulldog, but Sun rolls out of it. Jones rushes to hit Sun, but he blocks and strikes back with a fury. When Jones is recovering, Sun backs away and then rushes in, but is shocked when Jones hits a clothesline. Jones gets strait back up, then gets a bicycle kick strait to the face from Taylor.

Kyle: Oh great, now Jason Taylor will win this match.

Kent: It’s just how it goes.

Taylor grabs the ladder and starts to set it up. He doesn’t notice the Sun is getting back to his feet. Taylor starts to climb the ladder, and Sun suddenly realizes this. He rushes over to it and begins to climb the other side. Taylor gets to the top and reaches up towards the belt, but Sun is there and strikes Taylor in the gut.

Kyle: Sun is on the comeback again.

Kent: Look at him go.

Taylor is bent over and Sun begins to beat him down on his back. Taylor looks a bit out of it. Sun then climbs up a few more steps on the ladder and the crowd is going wild. Sun flips getting his legs around Taylor and twists into a hurricanrana.

Kyle: Oooooooooh NO!!!

Taylor flies off the top of the ladder and over the edge of the cell. He comes crashing down into a second announce table, smashing that one into bits. Sun lands on his hands and knees safely on the cell. As quickly as possible he stands again and starts to climb back up the ladder.

Kent: The EMT’s are coming to get Taylor and Rising Sun is going for the title belt.

Jones suddenly starts to climb the other side of the ladder and the two of them begin racing. Jones manages to get there first and reaches up, just barely touching the title. Sun moves up faster and he locks his hands onto the belt, just as Jones does. The two of them keep one hand on the title as they use the other to start to battle each other.

Kyle: I can’t believe this. What it’s come down too. The champion and Rising Sun both have a hand on the belt. They are fighting each other in the final bout.

The ladder is wobbling under them, and then they just latch onto the belt. The ladder tips away and falls off the cell. Both men hang onto the belt for life and victory.

Kyle: Holy… this isn’t going to end well.

Suddenly the belt unbuckles and the two bodies go down with it. They hit the cell and it does not hold. They break through and land on the ring, but that does not hold either. They both smash through to the area beneath the ring.

Kent: How do we know who won if we can’t see them?

Kyle: Just hold on a moment.

The crowd sits in a silent aw as they watch for movement in the hole that was created by the falling superstars. Then movement and a hand raises out of the hold holding the belt into the air. The crowd is still silent, then…

DING DING DING

Kyle: RISING SUN!!!!!!!!! IT’S RISING SUN WITH THE TITLE BELT!!!!!!!!!

Rising Sun comes crawling out of the hold clutching onto the belt and hugging it in disbelief that it is actually here.

Kent: No one thought he could do it.

Kyle: But this proves that the training he did with Dan Stein helped him so much in this match.

Kent: That may not have been the reason he won.

Rising Sun’s music begins to play and he slowly gets back to his feet with the crowd roaring around him.

Rocco Mendez: Ladies and gentlemen… the winner and NEW SWAT Springfield Heavyweight Champion… RISING SUN!!!!!!!!!!

The cell begin to rise and Sun climbs out holding onto his new title and walking towards the ramp.

Kyle: Wow, that was a magnificent match, but there will be plenty of time to reflect on it later. Right now here comes the crew to fix the ring so we can continue this legendary night.

Match fades…

[SWAT Team]

[The shot cuts to one of the locker rooms. Both CK Panic and Ms. Noriko sit on opposite benches. Noriko is busy lacing her boots while CK sits there, studying her. When she finishes, she notices him and looks away, embarrassed.]

CK: Noriko...look at me.

[The complete seriousness of his voice makes Noriko look back. He looks her up and down and locks eyes with her.]

CK: I want you to know, before we go out there, that I'm proud of you.

[Noriko tries get up, but CK pulls her back to her seat.]

CK: I'm proud of all the work you've done to get here. I'm proud that you outdid yourself and won the Women's title. Most importantly, I'll be proud of you every match, win or lose. Because I know you'll do your best every time, and that makes me proud to be your manager.

[CK smiles warmly at Noriko, which she returns. CK checks his watch.]

CK: Oops, we need to get going. Game face on, champ.

[They both stand, and CK straps the SWAT Women's Championship onto Ms. Noriko's waist.]

Noriko: Thank you. For everything.

CK: We aim to please.

[They walk out of shot and the camera cuts elsewhere.]
Ask not what your fed can do for you, but what you can do for your Fed!
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[Shot goes to the crowd, in the front row where we see Sexy Anjanette Turner. She waves to the crowd, the flashes ... not her top, no, flashes a piece of paper, with Contract and SWAT on it.]

Vance Knox: Our next title match is for the Women’s Championship of the World. Alice and the current champ, Ms. Noriko have been going at it ever since Noriko dethroned Alice at whenever that show took place.

Rick Tilton: Do you even bother doing your research?

Vance Knox *shrugs*: I think it’s pretty obvious that I don’t. Anyway, can the attitude or I’ll get Black to can your ass…internship boy!

Rick Tilton: Isn’t Mr. Black in the hospital after that heinous attack?

Vance Knox: Hospital?? Hell, I almost sent Mrs. Black a “We’ll Miss Him” card! Good job Tilt, guess you came in handy after all.

[“Who the Fuck is Alice" by The Steppers hits and Alice makes her way down to the ring high fiving the fans on the way. She is wearing her waitress apron over the top of a full length white wrestling body suit. She’s also being accompanied by a figure following her.

Vance Knox: Oh what the f…

Rick Tilton: Sgt Cop Hill! Guess she had to bring someone down with her to match the inevitable outside interference hat has been plauging the womens division of late.

Vance Knox: You and her both need to stop getting together on Friday nights and sitting down with a bowl of Chocolate Mousse Royale while watching Law and freakin’ Order.

["Chocarena" by Draggor starts playing and Ms. Noriko steps through the entrance and waves to the fans. She wears a halter top, the upper half of which is black and the lower half is white. She also wears pants length wrestling tights, the upper half of which is white and the lower half is black. Her wrestling boots are white with a black heel and toe. She adjusts her black elbow pads as CK Panic, her manager, arrives in his usual suit-and-tie and walks with her to the ring. Ms. Noriko smiles and slaps hands on the way top the ring. CK follows close behind, greeting fans and politely informing those who tug at his suit to "watch the merchandise." When they get to the ring, CK pushes up the bottom rope as Noriko slides into the ring. CK takes his place at ringside.]

Rick Tilton: Here we go! Women’s title match underway and…

Vance Knox: Helllooooo. Another surprise? It must be my birthday!

[Brandi, takes her place at the announce table and dons a headset.]

Brandi: Gents, what would a Women’s title match be without the best women’s wrestler getting involved somehow correct?

Rick Tilton: Yes, but Angel isn’t here.

Vance Knox: Shut up Tilt! Nerd. Anyway, I don’t believe this! First Madison Dyson and now this! How goes it Brandi?

Brandi: Very focused right now Vance. No funny business, just wanna watch the match.

[Senior Rockies Official Ben Hernandez motions to ring the bell as both competitors circle the ring never taking their eyes off one another. Meanwhile, CK Panic and Sgt Hill exchange a few words. The match starts with a lock up but Noriko quickly gets the advantage with a go behind. She switches the waistlock into a sleeper from behind and flips over Alice into a snapmare. She then locks the challenger’s head in between her legs.

Rick Tilton: Ms. Noriko wasting no time in taking it to former Women’s Champion, Alice. CK and Kilroy must’ve really hyped her up before the match.

Vance Knox: EWW!! What’re you suggesting Tilt? You dirty bastard.

Rick Tilton: Not like that Vance! Ugh, for the first time I wish Brandi was talking.

[Brandi ignores the comment and keeps her eyes fixated on the match taking place. Alice’s head is trapped in between Noriko’s legs as Noriko simply sits up. Alice uses her size advantage and miraculously does a headstand in between Noriko’s legs. Taking her time, she jumps backward, getting herself out of the hold and then executes a dropkick right between Noriko’s eyes.]

Rick Tilton: That’s one way to get out of the hold!

Crowd: A-LICE-OWNS-YOU! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

[Noriko, taken aback by the impact rolls out of the ring as CK Panic “fans” her so to speak. He grabs a water bottle lying on Joey Halves’ desk and hands it over to Noriko who does her thing.]

Vance Knox: The champion must be really dehydrated with all the fast paced action that took place in the ring.

Rick Tilton: You mean all 2 minutes of it?

Vance Knox: Well if you know oh so much, then why is Halves doing the timekeeper’s job? You should do that as well Tilt!

Rick Tilton *muttering*: At least he gets paid.

[Noriko rolls back into the ring and sets her sights back on the challenge that is Alice. Finally, both women lock up and Alice again gets the strength advantage as she forces Noriko to both knees. Noriko, having the speed advantage, sweeps out Alice’s legs from underneath her and then jumps on her all while keeping the knuckle lock. Alice uses her own legs to handle Noriko’s floating torso as she quickly kicks Noriko back, hops to her feet, and then jumps up to connect with an X-Factor style facebuster.]

Rick Tilton: The first cover of the night!

1!

2!

[Noriko gets the shoulder up. Sgt Hill cheers on Alice from ringside as the challenger goes back on the attack grabbing the Women’s champion by the hair and tossing her to the corner. With a swift backhand, she connects with a knife edge chop. Ric Flair “Woo” chants follow.]

Vance Knox: Damn right! Wear them plastic tits down!

Rick Tilton: VANCE!

Vance Knox: That’s what it says here in my paper!

Rick Tilton: I thought you said you didn’t do your research. And that paper looks like a map from Wendy’s to get to the treasure.

Vance Knox: Uh…uh…hey look a match!

[With some more chops, Noriko finally walks over to the middle of the ring, leaning against the top rope. Alice whips her and then ducks but Noriko’s quick to stop and kick her in the chest. Noriko attempts a clothesline but Alice ducks this time and awaits a rebounding women’s champ to meet her with a devastating Lariat.]

Vance Knox: LARRRIOOTTAAAAAHHHH~! Shades of the great Andrew Karnage there.

Rick Tilton: That one turned Noriko inside out.

1!

2!

[Kick out. Alice signals for the end as her fans and Sgt Hill both start to go rowdy. She pulls Noriko up into a facelock and then takes her up in a Vertical Suplex position.]

Rick Tilton: She could be going for the Top You Up!

[But Noriko is barely able to wiggle her way out of it as she lands on her feet behind Alice. She places both her hands around Alice’s throat in a Cobra Clutch, but instead of keeping it locked in, she flips her over into a bomb.]

Vance Knox: What a move! Alice is down ladies and gentlemen! Alice. Is. Down!

[Following the Cobra Clutch Bomb, Noriko takes some time to recuperate and then strikes Alice in the ribs with a stiff kick the first chance she gets.]

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOO!!!!

[Noriko goes to town as she drops Alice first with a Scoop Slam. She follows it up with one, two, three elbow drops all to the neck area. To finish off the combo, she runs off the ropes and drops a leg (HULK HOGAN STYLE~!) before hooking the legs.

1!

2!

Alice gets a shoulder up. Sgt Hill cheers Alice to get back in control while CK cheers Noriko to stay in control. Noriko snaps her over with a quick suplex.

1!

Alice kicks out. Noriko stands in front of her opponent and waits. She runs right by Alice, quebradas off the second rope and lands beside Alice.]

Rick Tilton: Ms. Noriko catches Alice with a Russian Leg Sweep from that quebrada!! What a move!!

Brandi: Impressive.

Vance Knox *confused*: Who just said that?

[1!

2!

Alice kicks out again. Noriko grabs her from behind and takes her up into an Atomic Drop. Alice clutches her lower back and falls to her knees. Noriko steps back and…

CRACK!]

Rick Tilton: Stiff kick from Noriko. Those kicks must be like lead pipes.

Vance Knox: *CoughClicheCough*

[After two more kicks to the spine, Noriko locks on a Sleeper Hold. Ben Hernandez leans against the top rope and flirts with a woman in the front row until Noriko’s screeching voice grabs his attention. He looks at Alice and then grabs her arm…

…it falls.]

Ben Hernandez: ONE!

Crowd: ONE!

Vance Knox: What a bunch of sheep.

[He grabs her arm again and…

…again it falls.]

Ben Hernandez: TWO!

Crowd: TWO!

Vance Knox: TWOOOOOOO!!!....Sorry…got excited.

Rick Tilton: I’m sure.

[Ben Hernandez takes his time on the third try, holds it up…

…it falls…

No Wait!!! Alice still has some left in the tank. Alice’s eyes open. She doesn’t “hulk up”, instead takes her time to get to one knee. She wraps her hands around the back of Noriko’s head and then drops down into a jawbreaker. Noriko’s still strong as she keeps the hold tight but Alice uses her strength once again to lift Noriko up onto her shoulders. Noriko still having more energy out of the two rolls forward into a Victory Roll.

1!

2!


NO!!

Noriko goes over to the downed Alice but Alice springs up and tackles her down with a spear. For those 20 seconds, we see the typical rolling around.]

Vance Knox: CATFIGHT! CATFIGHT!

Rick Tilton: Breathe Vance…breathe…

[Finally, Alice takes control once again and knocks Noriko down with a right hand. Noriko gets up, and is again knocked down with a right hand. Alice goes livid with right hands as Noriko gets to her feet again and puts her hand in front of Alice’s face.]

Ms. Noriko: STOP!

[…and falls flat on her face. Alice smiles, turns her over, and then uses the turnbuckle to launch herself up, and turn in mid-air to hit a Legdrop right to Noriko’s gullet.

1!

2!

3..NO! She picks her up by the hair and tosses her to the other side of the ring. An enraged Noriko charges her challenger but Alice simply sidesteps and powerslams Noriko.]

Rick Tilton: She learned that one from the Master of the Powerslam Paul Soutter!

Vance Knox: Yeah, and I heard he also cleaned out her diner, ate two of her fellow waiters, and still didn’t pay.

Rick Tilton: I didn’t mean he taught her the move Vance. I meant that she was inspired by his variation of it.

Vance Knox: Well so am I but you don’t see me getting all huffy about it.

1!

2!

3!

NO! Noriko kicks out at the very last second. Alice signals for the end again but this time goes for her Testdrive finisher…but Noriko counters it by staying on her feet.]

Rick Tilton: Shake, Rattle, and Roll!! The cover!!

[1!

2!

3!

NOOO! Alice is able to get her shoulder up. Ms. Noriko grabs Alice in a ¾ facelock, runs up the turnbuckles, turns and then drops Alice with an Ace Crusher flat in the middle of the ring.]

Rick Tilton: Acid Drop!!

Vance Knox: This woman is a combination of Eddie Guerrero, Spike Dudley, Paul Soutter, Andrew Karnage, and Lucy Liu. Me likes.

[1!

2!

3…KICK OUT! Noriko pants heavily and stares at Hernandez in frustration. She decides to put away Alice when she picks her up in a Tombstone Piledriver position. Alice is able to avoid it and she grabs Noriko in a waistlock. She pushes Noriko forward and runs with her in an attempt for a roll-up but Noriko grabs the ropes and hangs on. Alice drops backward, but is quick to get back to her feet as she runs at Noriko. Noriko ducks and then grabs the oncoming Alice in a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker position…]

Rick Tilton: She turns the tilt-a-whirl backbreaker into a Tombstone. She hits it!! She hit the Kawaii Driver!!!

Vance Knox: Have a fun trip back to wonderland Alice.

[1!

2!


[Alice drapes her foot over the rope. Noriko can’t believe Alice survived her finisher. Noriko looks to put the nail in the coffin as she scoops up Alice into a Crucifix.]

Rick Tilton: Dark Lotus Crush coming!

[But Alice is again somehow able to avoid it as she lands behind Noriko and pushes her again. This time she succeeds as Noriko goes torso-first into the top turnbuckle and stumbles backward into a...]

Rick Tilton: Top You Off!!! This could be it right here!

Vance Knox: Hold on though, Alice doesn't look to be done. She grabs Noriko's legs and locks on a Sharpshooter!

Rick Tilton *amazed*: Did you actually mention a move???

Vance Knox: I know! I can't believe its me either. Heh, guess it must be the mere presence of Brandi eh? Eh?

Brandi: ...

[Alice yanks on tight as Sgt Hill cheers her on and at the same time tells Noriko to tap. Noriko yells in agony and reaches out to grab the bottom rope...

...reaches out...


....some more...


...she's almost got it...


...lifts her hand up to make one last reach...


...but taps out!! Noriko taps out!!!]

*DING DING DING*

Al Sharp: Here is your winner and the NEWWW SWAT WORLD WOMEN'S CHAMPIOOOON...AAAAALICCEEE!!!

[Alice releases the hold and lets out a sigh of relief. Sgt Hill grabs the belt from Joey Halves and presents it to her in the ring. She perches the second rope and stretches it for the world to see.]

Rick Tilton: Well, in a night of surprises, here we have another. Alice is once again the SWAT Women's Champion...of the world.

Vance Knox: I'm just surprised Halves didn't burst out crying when Hill grabbed that belt off his table.

[Alice exits the ring and notices Brandi who is now standing up and staring a hole through the new Women's Champion. Alice cockily holds up her newly won title to Brandi and the two start to exchange a few words.]

Rick Tilton: This could get ugly here. And quick!

[Just when the two are nose to nose, Brandi holds out her index finger and motions to someone at the side to "come over". Then we see a myriad of security guards come in, half seperating Alice and the other half helping Brandi walk away. Alice holds up her arms in forfeit and then showboats the title to the crowd one last time.]

[SWAT Team]

[The crowd is buzzing as “Don’t Fight the Pimpin’” by Suga Free hits and the crowd looks around confused. A skinny white kid in a Tarheel blue jump suit and a white wifebeater comes out on stage. He’s also decked out in K-Swiss all white shoes, and a large necklace reading MCMikeyMike in gold. A dew rag hangs out the back of his baseball cap. He’s got a microphone in his hand.]

MC Mikey Mike: Yo. Yo. Yo. Where’s my dawgs at?

[Confused Pop.]

MC Mikey Mike: Dat’s right, bitches. Since my Uncle Zeke had a little run-in earlier in the night, and I’m the only relative of his in the building. I’m taking over the book in the Rockies!!

[Heel pop.]

MC Mikey Mike: Now, don’t be hatin’. I didn’t set up that Violence Party attack, ya’ll, don’t be thinkin’ I’d do my own blood like that dawg. RESPECT.

[MC Mikey Mike bumps the mic against his chest.]

MC Mikey Mike: Well, I’m out here to announce what kind of match we will have a little later on for the King of the Deathmatch…

[Voting Pop!!!]

…so Vanna, show me the latest totals.



MC Mikey Mike: Yo. Push the enter button to put it up on the `Tron, ho.

[The blonde smiles and leans over pushing a button and the totals pop up on the SWATtron.]

MC Mikey Mike: Well, over 41 million people cramped their fingers voting for the stipulations, or just three really over-excited people on 24 hour rotation voting over and over, clearing their cookies, just to prove a point in an on-line poll.

So tonight we will see a Double Hell Match!!!

[Crowd pop!!!]

BUT!!! Hold up, dawgs and dawgettes. I see not one, but TWO rings down there. So the match that I voted for will also be going down. And that’s the classic WCW 1986 match.

[An “`86 was NWA” chant starts up in a pocket of fans.]

Shut up, bitches. Bill Watts love in the hiz-ouse. One ring will be all Double Helled, the other will be a traditional ring, and when they are in the traditional ring, no jumpin’ off the top rope, no tossing people over the top rope to the floor, or you’ll get disqualified.

If the wrestlers go in to the other ring… weh-he-he-hell all bets are off. Anything goes.

Ring attendant people, let’s get bizzay!!!

[“Don’t Fight the Pimpin’” by Suga Free starts up, and M3 heads into the back.]

Tilt: Give us a few minutes to get the rings set up. Take a look at these hilarious outtakes!

[We cue up footage of Tilt falling off his stool in for Rundown. A clip of Alice dropping a bunch of plates at her Diner. RIOT Watanabe pimp slapping a stage hand for bringing her turkey instead of ham. Jay St. Clair hitting on Jessika “Holly” Woods, who apparently blows him off, but when the camera angle changes we see she’s listening to her iPod, and couldn’t hear him.]

Vance Knox: God, those sucked. How did those make the package? Where’s my montage of Urakens?

Tilt: We don’t need to see that.

Vance Knox: Okay… we’ll settle for live.

Tilt: What?

Vance Knox: URAKEN~!

**SMACK!!!**



Vance Knox: Good thing we always give the invalids good seats to make us look good on television.

Tilt: VANCE~!

Vance Knox: What? It’s in the SWAT manual. [He pulls it out, and opens to a previously marked page.] Always make sure that cripples, blind people, and hot chicks are easily caught on camera. See? Right there.

[Tilt looks over.]

Tilt: I’ll be damned.

Vance Knox: Exactly… URAKEN~!

**SMACK~!**

Tilt: Ow.

Vance Knox: No montage, no mercy.

[Cornelius makes his way down past the beds of barbedwire, and goes over to the Bill Watt’s approved ring, and climbs up the steps, stepping out of his pinstripe suit, showing his white tights with a silver cross on them. He hands it to a ring attendant, stopping them and pointing a finger, and giving instructions for their care.]

Tilt: He’s telling the attendant not to ruin his dress suit.

[RAZOR RAMON NOSTALGIA POP!!!!]

Vance Knox: You have to like that.

[Alicia Moore checks The Good Reverend for foreign objects.]

Tilt: Checking for the International Objects.

Vance Knox: Gotta love the WCW PC.

Tilt: Or you can loathe it from your mother’s basement.

Vance Knox: Did you just burn your fellow Net geeks?

Tilt: I guess you are rubbing off.

Vance Knox: Yes… the Force is strong with this one.,,

Tilt: Who’s the basement geek now, Obi-Vance?

Vance Knox: URAKEN~!

**SMACK!!**

[“Walk” by Pantera starts up, and pockets of the crowd pop huge. The rest of the crowd follows, as the King of the Deathmatch appears at the entryway. He pushes his way past the heckling choir of Rev. Marsh, and slides under the c4 rigged barbed wire, into the Double Hell ring. He takes off the blood-red leather strap around his waist and lifts it over his head.]

Tilt: The King of the Deathmatch is here!!

Vance Knox: Upset of the early century, possibly of the millennium.

Tilt: Alicia Moore steps through the ropes, into the Double Hell, and checks Jack’s boots for weapons, and turns signaling for the bell.

**DING DING DING!!!**

Tilt: The two-stipulation Death Match is now underway. Two rings, two sets of rules per ring. Thanks to our new Head Booker, MC Mikey Mike.

Vance Knox: Step aside let the Wigger through.

Tilt: You are going to get us fired.

Vance Knox: You maybe. The good MC loves my stuff.

[Jack Kross is motioning, Cornelius Marsh into the Double Hell ring, Marsh is shaking his head, “No,” and staying put. Kross points to the Double Hell again, which garners a pop from the crowd, but again Marsh shakes his head.]

Crowd: YOU’RE A CHICKEN!! YOU’RE A CHICKEN!!

[Kross eggs them on, by putting his hands on his hips and flapping like a chicken. Marsh shrugs, and even sits down in the middle of the Watt’s ring.]

Vance Knox: That silenced them. Marsh isn’t going anywhere outside of that Throwback rules ring.

Tilt: Jack Kross shrugs and steps between the shared ropes, since the ropes on that side where taken down for the Double Hell match.

[Marsh rushes forward and kicks Kross in the head, and starts pulling up on the middle rope, giving Kross an uncomfortable horsey ride.]

Vance Knox: RAWHIDE~!

[Marsh pulls Kross the rest of the way into the ring and flips him over with a straight jacket northern lights.]

Alicia Moore: 1…





[Kickout by Kross.]

Tilt: Kross kicksout with authority and rolls to his feet, rushing at Marsh with a clothesline, but The Man of God ducks…

[Kross stumbles into the Double Hell ring, and Marsh motions to his choir to pass around the collection plates.]

Vance Knox: Marsh never passing up an opportunity for financial gain. All in the name of the Lord, of course.

[Kross gets back into the Watt’s ring, and Marsh signals he wants a test of strength. The much larger Kross smiles, and shrugs, putting his hand up where Marsh can’t get it.]

Tilt: The Suicide Messiah is toying with Marsh here.

[Jack laughs a little, and brings his hand down to lock up with Marsh, just before the second hand can lock, Marsh pulls away, and slides behind him with a hammerlock with both arms.]

Vance Knox: And wrestling usurps the stupidity of garbage wrestlers again.

[Kross winces in pain, but rushes toward the Double Hell ring, and drops down forcing Marsh to fly between the middle and top ropes…


HE’S IN THE DOUBLE HELL POP~!]

Tilt: And Kross showing some technique himself, finally managing to get Marsh into the Double Hell.

Vance Knox: Marsh is white as his pure white tights!

Tilt: Kross is now stepping into the Double Hell. He lunges for a collar and elbow, but Marsh drops down and crawls between Kross’ legs and into the safety of the Watt’s ring!

[HEEL POP!!!]

Tilt: The crowd not liking this predicament, but Marsh sticking with what works for him.

[Kross seems perturbed, stomping and pointing at the Double Hell, but Marsh is backing against the far ropes shaking his head furiously.]

Crowd: DOU-BLE HELL! DOU-BLE HELL!!!!

[Marsh back peddles into the corner, and wraps himself around the bottom rope, the more the people chant. Kross slides in between the rings and rushes at Marsh who quickly slips out of the ring. Kross tries to reach his hair from the ring, but Marsh grabs his ankles out from underneath him, and pulls him off his feet…]

Vance Knox: Looks like an old school set-up.

[…Marsh nods as the men in the crowd beg for leniency, and pulls Kross manhood first into the ring post. Leaning back as far as he can. Kross sells it like he’s giving birth. Alicia Moore applies the five count since Kross is technically in the ropes. Marsh milks it for all it’s worth, and lets go.]

Tilt: Kross’ men just took a beating there. Marsh slides back into the ring, and slaps a figure four on, and reaches for the facelock… but Kross keeps pulling his neck away…

Vance Knox: Until Marsh just FLINGS himself backwards, trying to snap Kross’ knee in half. Kross grabs his knee, Marsh locks on the front facelock quickly, and cranks away.

Tilt: This has to be the most technically sound Deathmatch in history.

Vance Knox: Gotta love it.

[Kross punches his way out of the facelock, and quickly tries to roll the figure four into an Indian deathlock, but just as he starts to overpower Marsh, the Reverend reaches down and pokes Kross in the eyes, and drops back adding leverage to the figure four yet again.]

Tilt: Alicia Moore is berating, Marsh for the eye poke, but Marsh is insisting that it was accidental. Moore is still making him break the figure four.

[Marsh goes right back to a kneebar, but Kross manages to kick at Marsh, one of the kicks landing perfectly with his nose, forcing the break.]

Vance Knox: That’ll make your eyes water, your sinuses scream, and costs 50 bucks in Singapore.

[Kross tries to shake out his leg as Marsh rolls around, clutching his face. Kross measures the Good Reverend, and drops a quick legdrop, but that jars his knee, and he can’t capitalize. Marsh takes a powder on the outside, leaning on Joey Halves vacated chair. Kross steps out on the ring apron and looks for a missile dropkick off the apron…]

**CLANG!!**


Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!

Tilt: Marsh just sidestepped the missile dropkick and blasted an airborne Kross with an unfolded steel chair to the face. Now he’s setting the bottom rung over Kross’ neck and sitting down on the steel chair…

Reverend Cornelius Marsh: Feel free to donate folks!! My Everlasting Jubilee can’t go on forever without support of good Christians like you!!

Tilt: Kross is turning blue, and fighting for all he is worth to get out from under that chair rung. He grabs at the chords nearby and pulls out someones feed and starts whipping Marsh with the chords.

Vance Knox: The Spanish Announcers looked pissed.

Tilt: Well, we know who’s feed died. Marsh takes a plug right to the eye and stumbles off the chair. Jack Kross lays on the outside gasping for breathe.

Vance Knox: Just so you people know at home, although these two where in the Watt’s Ring, the entire outside is deemed part of the Double Hell, so anything goes on the floor, and there is no count.

[Marsh grabs a soda out of a fans hand, and pours it on Jack Kross.]

Vance Knox: Not really pain inflicting, but the sticky humiliation is beyond some people’s ability to handle.

Tilt: Sometimes you scare me.

Vance Knox: Sometimes I can’t handle my awesomeness. It must be similar to that.

[Kross just gets mad at that though, and fights to his feet, but the chords he pulled loose, get wrapped around his throat, and Marsh drops back in a figure four headscissors with the chords around his throat.]

Tilt: Marsh is going to choke Kross to death right here live!

Vance Knox: If only that fan hadn’t slipped Kross that beer bottle…

**THUD**
[BOTTLE DIDN’T BREAK POP!!!]

**THUD**

[BOTTLE DIDN’T BREAK… AGAIN POP!!!]

**CRASH!!!**

[BROKEN GLASS POP!!!!]

Tilt: For all of Cornelius Marsh’s insistence that this be a standard match, he’s still bloody on the outside. He makes a retreat into the confines of the Watt’s ring.

[Marsh tries to pick glass out of his hair, while yet again, Kross is gasping for breathe on the outside. Kross eventually pulls himself up and rolls into the ring, where Marsh is waiting with a double hammer punch to the chest, but Kross simply grabs Marsh by the throat…]

Tilt: Paybacks a bitch, eh, Marsh?

[Kross gets to one knee, and then stands, all while maintaining a vicegrip choke on Marsh. The veins in Kross’ arms bulge with the pressure the Suicide Messiah is putting behind the choke. Alicia calls for a break on the illegal choke, Kross smiles, and hoists Marsh up easily into a military press…]

Tilt: What ease!!

Vance Knox: That’s the roid rage right there.

Tilt: Kross is pressing him up and down as these fans scream encouragement. Kross teases tossing him over the top rope, but Alicia cuts him off with the no-no gesture.

[Kross turns and runs tossing him over the shared rope into the Double Hell match. Marsh flops ¾ of the way across the ring, stopping short of going off the edge.]

Vance Knox: Is that a DQ?

Tilt: Alicia Moore is qualifying it as a ring to ring bodyslam it looks like, since Marsh didn’t go to the floor.

[The crowd starts up a “DOU-BLE HELL” chant as Kross steps into the Double Hell Ring.]

Tilt: I don’t think Marsh realizes that he’s in the Double Hell Ring.

[Kross picks the Good Reverend up, and irish whips him…]

***BZZZZZZZZZZZ BOOM!***



Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!

Vance Knox: He does now!!!

Tilt: Cornelius Marsh’s back is torn up by that barbed wire, the electricity flowing through his body and the c4 going off. He’s in a bad way.

[Kross smiles and fires a few jabs to the hung out Cornelius Marsh, and then grabs his wrist pointing to the crowd, mouthing, “One more time.”]

Tilt: Kross looking to give Marsh another taste of c4 and barbedwire… Marsh reverses the whip!!!

Vance Knox: OH NO!!!


***BZZZZZZZZZZZZZ BOOM!***


Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!

Tilt: I don’t believe what I just saw!!!

[The footage rolls again, of Marsh countering the irish whip directly into a drop toe hold driving Kross’ face directly into the spider webbed barbwire and the c4 explosion.]

Tilt: Kross is stuck face first in that barbed wire. The electric shock is still reeling through his body, he reaches up to pull on the wire…

***BZZZZZZZZZZZZ BOOM!!***

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!

Tilt: AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!

Vance Knox: Appearently all the charges on that side didn’t go off with his face first impact. Pulling on the wire set them off.

Tilt: Kross is a bloody mess with two explosions going off directly in his face. Alicia Moore thankfully grabs him from behind and pulls him free of the wire. Ugh…. I think I’m going to be sick.

[Kross kneels on all fours, blood streaming from his face freely, making a basketball sized pool beneath him. Marsh takes this opportunity to roll him up with a La Magistral…]

Alicia Moore: 1…










2…






Vance Knox: No way Kross kicks out, Marsh is Two time King of the Deathmatch…














[Kickout at 2 ¾!!! FACE POP!!!]

Rowdies: TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Tilt: Marsh can’t believe it!!! He pounds the mat in frustration.

[Marsh picks Kross up and drives him down with a single underhook brainbuster. And motions one of his choir members into the ring and for a chair.]

Vance Knox: Marsh setting up something sinister here.

Tilt: He places the chair over Kross’ ankle, and tells his choir member to get on all fours…

[Marsh runs off the ropes, uses his choir member for a launch pad, and drops a high angle leg drop right down on the chair, bending it around Kross’ leg.]

Vance Knox: The choir member rolls out of the ring, but his robe gets caught on the barbwire.

Rowdies: YOU FUCKED UP!!! YOU FUCKED UP!!! YOU FUCKED UP!!!

Tilt: The Rowdies are merciless.

Vance Knox: Like the demon spawn of Philly and the white trash of middle America.

[The choir member gets free, but his robe is torn…]

Reverend Cornelius Marsh: I’m not paying for a new one, Reuben.

[Marsh turns back and tries for another figure four leg lock, but Kross feels it coming and kicks off as Marsh has his back turned…]

Tilt: Marsh stops short of going face first into the barbwire. The crowd deflates as they where sure he was going to get a grill full.

Vance Knox: He circles around towards the ropes.

[Kross staggers to his feet, and Marsh rushes in with a flying crossbody…]

Tilt: CAUGHT BY KROSS!!!!

Vance Knox: He’s too close to the edge, he’s going in!!!

[Kross instinctively flips backwards like a moonsault off the edge of the apron…]










***BZZZZZ BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM***





Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!


Tilt: Moonsault Powerslam!!!!

Vance Knox: Into a pile of c4, barbed wire, and the light tubes that didn’t get used for the Lighttubes match.

[The replay shows, Jack Kross using the apron edge a catapult flipping over while holding Marsh in a cross hold across his chest.]

Tilt: Alicia Moore makes the count from inside the ring.

Alicia Moore: 1…











2…










3!!!!!!

[“Walk” by Pantera blares over the PA system, and EMT’s rush the ring.]

Tilt: Kross wins!! He was out to prove that his first win wasn’t a fluke, and I think he showed the world tonight a lot of heart.

Vance Knox: And blood, gallons of his blood.

[SWAT Team]

Scene cuts back to the jam packed US Airways Center, sat at the announcers table are Jeremy Tucker, Andrew Fulton and Rios Rivera.

Jeremy Tucker: What a wild night we've had already folks, SWATTIVERSARY is living up to all the hype!

Rios Rivera: That's true Jerry, our biggest PPV ever and up next we have The World Champion Nick Collyer putting his belt on the line against SWAT Caribbean's own Rage Sadler!

Andrew Fulton: Now Rios, we don't want any favoritism tonight, call it right down the line, just like I always do!!

Both Tucker and Rivera stare at Fulton in disbelief!!

Jeremy Tucker: Remember those words Andy when your kissing the ass of Legion X later on!

Andrew Fulton: Ah shut it Jerry, it's different when singing the praises of Collyer or that freak Genity Howard, your just a hypocrite!

Jeremy Tucker: Okay Andy, your right as usual!

Rios Rivera: It's show time amigo's! It's World title time!!

Camera view switches to the ring, Frank Salazar is stood in the centre, mic in hand. As the raises the mic to his lips...............Down with the Sickness by Disturbed blast from the PA system and President Dracon Xanthos steps from the entrance.

The crowd greet Dracon with a raucous round of booing and jeering

Dracon smiles his perfect smile and holds up his own microphone

Dracon: Hold it right there Salazar! Tonight we have a special guest announcer! Ladies and Gentlemen please give it up for the one, the only..............Sly Fondell!!!!!

The crowd again show thier displeasure

Girls, Girls, Girls by Motley Crue starts up as pyro's of silver and gold pop from either side of the rampway!!

Sly steps into view and shakes Dracon's hand, and heads towards the ring, mocking the crowd as he struts arrogantly.

Andrew Fulton: This is great! What a choice by the President!

Rios Rivera: Fulton, you kiss ass!

Sly steps into the ring and snatches the mic from Salazar!

Fondell holds up both arms as Golden beams from the lighting system shines down on him.

Sly is dressed in his wrestling gear and is wearing a T-Shirt with a road sign heralding the slogan "Welcome to Suplex City". Sly spins round and shows the back of the shirt which reads "Local Attractions include" and below a list of over thirty different variations of the suplex.

Fondell holds up the mic as the music stops.

Sly: The Model of Male Perfection has arrived.........Live and in the flesh baby!!!

The Crowd give Sly the response we all expect, a long chorus of booing

The trademark arrogant smirk breaks out on Sly's Handsome face.

Sly: Tonight you people will be lucky enough to say, I was there when Legion X destroyed Paul Soutter and his band of Freaks! I was there at the dawning of a New Era in SWAT! I was there to witness the greatest wrestler alive today, Sly Fondell, show why he is the 'master of the suplex'. I saw live at the US Center in Hicktown, (crowd boo) with my own eyes the 'last stand of Adrian Tanner Jr' and I was privileged to be present when Dracon Xanathos became President for life!! Tonight is THE night of Legion X, tonight we send a message and that message is "WE'VE TAKEN OVER!!!"

Sly grins broadly

Crowd: Sly's a pussy, Sly's a pussy, Sly's a pussy!

Andrew Fulton: These ignorant mule-farmers!

Jeremy Tucker: Freedom of speech Andy, Freedom of speech!

Sly: Now if you people would quieten down and keep your hands off your cousins for a minute, I have a match to announce!

Crowd: Fuck you Fondell, Fuck you Fondell, Fuck You Fondell!!!

Sly smirks that arrogant smirk.

Sly: Ladies and Gentlemen, Ha! That's a fuckin Joke! (crowd boo again) Anyway.........Ladies and Gentlemen this next match is set for one fall and has a sixty Minute time limit, and is for the SWAT World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first the challenger, hailing from Ipswich England, standing 5'11' and weighing in at 250 Lbs. Come on and give a big Hillbilly round of applause for .....................Rage Sadler!!

Crowd give response in a massive round of booing and jeering

“The Unnamed Feeling” the speakers and the arena darkens and smoke starts to pour from the rampway. As the chorus hits, fireworks shoot from the entrance way and Rage Sadler makes his way out onto the ramp and crotch chops twice before spitting on the floor and making his way down the ramp.

He gives the fans the finger on the way down while shouting profanities at them. He gets to the bottom of the ramp and starts to climb to the steps slowly. When he reaches the top he tears his back t-shirt off and throws it into the crowd whilst shouting back at them.

He climbs into the ring and climbs the opposite turnbuckle and spreads his arms out like wings He climbs down and walks into the centre of the ring. He the gets down onto one knee and spreads his arms out again looking directly at the camera as the music fades

Sly: And introducing his opponent, he is somehow the SWAT World Heavyweight Champion, a man described by PWi as "Inferior to Fondell". He hails from Bakersfield CA, Standing 6' and weighing in at 234LBs. He calls himself the future of Hardcore.......Here is the World Champion, for now anyway....................Nick Collyer!!!

Huge crowd pop

[“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, large pockets of fans cheer him. He stalks to the ring, the SWAT Heavyweight title strapped around his waist.]

#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 and stares down both Fondell and Sadler.]

#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. Nick hands over his title belt to the ref who holds it high for all to see.]

#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#

Andrew Fulton: Sly did a great job announcing, is there anything he can't do?

Jeremy Tucker: Yeah Andy, he won't be able to stop The Suit and Team SWAT taking back this company!!

Rios Rivera: He got you there Fulton, you suck up!

Collyer stares at Fondell who smiles back and slowly leaves the ring, all the while his arrogant smirk is beaming away, he gestures to his T-Shirt then back to Collyer as he heads up the ramp to the back.

Rios Rivera: Collyer showing great restraint to stop himself attacking the man who assaulted his wife a few weeks back!

Jeremy Tucker: Don't worry Rios, Nick hasn't forgotten and he surely won't forgive, but that can wait for another night. Like a true Champion he is focused on the job ahead!

Andrew Fulton: Yeah right, he hasn't got a sackful big enough to take on the Master of the suplex!

Referee McFee calls for the bell

Sadler and Collyer lock up in the centre, both men jockeying for position. Sadler pushes Nick back into a turnbuckle and holds him there.

Referee McFee steps in for the break, Sadler releases then cheap shots Nick by piefacing him with a right hand slap!

Nick powers forward and smashes into Sadler with a roaring elbow, Sadler responds with a right hook, Nick fires back with a European uppercut. Sadler with a kick to the gut, Collyer responds with a series of lefts and rights, Sadler manages to block one and comes back with European Uppercut of his own.

Collyer ducks under a left cross and cracks Rage's ribs with a Uraken Back Fist Punch.

Sadler rakes at Collyer's eyes and pushes him back into the turnbuckle and smashes a series of forearm chops into Collyer's chest. Sick Nick blocks the last flurry and hits a Shotay palm strike to Sadlers jaw.

Nick swings Sadler into the corner and hammers away with stiff knife edge chops to the chest.

Crowd pop in Flair like fashion!

Andrew Fulton: This aint the WWE, idiots!!

Referee McFee steps in to break the fight, as he does Sadler again rakes the eyes of Collyer.

Rage ignores the warning of the ref and floors Collyer with a Mafia kick!

Crowd: Limey bastard, limey bastard!!

Andrew Fulton: Whoo! Your boy Sadler is a man on fire Rios! And the local farmers don't like it!!

Rios Rivera: Rage Sadler is a very dangerous man folks, and he's crazy to boot!

Jeremy Tucker: Crazy or not, he seems focused on the task in hand here guys!

Rage lifts up Nick, holds on to his hair as he connects with a headbutt, Sadler keeps hold and lifts up Collyer and drives him into the canvas with a Death Valley Driver!

Rage drops into the pin fall

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2 -Kickout!!!

Sadler brings up Collyer and whips him into the corner. Sadler races in and connects with a flying dropkick!

Rios Rivera: Beautiful dropkick by Sadler!!

As Collyer sags into the ropes Rage sets him on the top turnbuckle and climbs up, a right fist to Nick's face and Sadler takes him up and over with a top rope superplex!!

Sadler floats over into another cover!

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2

Collyer flips out his shoulder!

Sadler screams at referee McFee demanding a faster count, he bangs the canvas three times in quick succession to demonstrate!

Rage lifts up Collyer by the hair and throat and whips him off the far rope, as Nick rushes back he ducks a clothesline from Sadler and races off the opposite rope.

Sadler turns just as Collyer connects with a running back heel kick that levels the Englishman!

Crowd: Kick his teeth down his throat, kick his teeth down his throat!!!

Jeremy Tucker: A desperation counter move from the Champ and what a move, you could hear that kick echo around the US Center!

Collyer slowly gets up and measures a rising Sadler, Collyer once more rebounds off the ropes.

Collyer impacts into Rage with a super stiff Shining Wizard!

Rios Rivera: Aieee! Man that's gotta hurt!

Andrew Fulton: Sadler may need to see a Dentist after that kick to the moosh, remember he is a Brit and thier dental hygiene sucks to begin with!

Nick brings a groggy Sadler back to his feet and grabs Rage and hits a beautiful Exploder 98' suplex, driving Sadler's head hard into the canvas!!

Jeremy Tucker: Superb technique shown by Collyer, with that variation of the Exploder!

Andrew Fulton: Sly's are better!

Rios: sigh!!

Nick climbs to the nearest top turnbuckle and leaps. The hard point of Collyers elbow connects with the back of Sadler's head.

Rios Rivera: The Meat Cleaver!!! Collyer working over the neck now, is this a prelude for the Minor Threat choke? Remember guys Sadler has stated he will not tap to Collyer again!

Jeremy Tucker: Sadler's crazy enough to back up that boast as well Rios, regardless of what damage it could cause!

Collyer brings up Rage once more, a Kick to the knee, then to the stomach, then to the knee again. Collyer grabs Rage's head and drops into a swinging neckbreaker!

Nick drops for the cover, jamming his forearm into Sadler's face!

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2

Sadler bulls his way out!!!

Nick drags up Rage and moves closer to the ropes. Collyer lifts up Sadler into a vertical suplex and drops him across the ropes, as Sadler bounces back up, a superkick sends him over the top to the floor!

As Sadler lays looking at the lights with a dazed look on his face the crowd jeer and mock him!

Collyer steps through the ropes, looks at Sadler and heads for the top turnbuckle! He climbs up and turns away from Sadler and makes the Arn Anderson throat slit

Crowd: Nick, Nick, Nick, Nick, Nick, Nick!!!

Collyer leaps from the turnbuckle, moonsaulting towards Sadler.

Rage rolls to the side just before Collyer connects. The World Champ lands hard and heavy on the thin padding.!!

Andrew Fulton: Crash and burn baby!!!

Rios Rivera: That's why it's called high risk, and theChamp came up short!

Jeremy Tucker: Sadler looks out of it as well guys, he's in no state to grab the advantage!

Referee McFee starts a count.................. slowly and the crowd join in!!

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6

Sadler starts to pull himself up using the ring apron

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8

Sadler grabs the ropes and heaves himself into the ring just as Collyer painfully starts to get up.

Sadler pulls himself up using the ropes, as Collyer uses the security rail to steady himself.

Sadlers screams and steps through the ropes and hurls himself at Collyer, the impact of Sadlers crossbody sends Nick into the metal rails and back to the floor.

Andrew Fulton: I like Sadler, he's crazy, you know the good kind of crazy, not like Genity Howard, he's the bad kinda crazy!!

Rios Rivera: Sadler took a risk and it's paid off for him!

Sadler gets up and stomps away on Collyer's back as the ref starts another count

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2

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4

Sadler lifts up Collyer and slaps him across the face!

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Rage waistlocks Collyer and positions himself closer to the ring then belly to bellies Collyer. Nicks back hits the ring apron hard as he is suplexed over

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Sadler gets up and mocks the crowd, they respond in kind.

7

Sadler climbs into the ring as a laid out Collyer holds his back in agony!

Andrew Fulton: Now that was a great suplex Jerry!!

Rios Rivera: Not very sporting, but it's even more damage after that missed moonsault!

Jeremy Tucker: And Sadler's going back to the outside to inflict some more! I don't like Sadler or his methods guys, but he's in pole position now due to his dubious ethical code!

Andrew Fulton: What?

Sadler climbs back to the floor of the US Center. He stomps again on Nick's injured back and drags him vertical and rolls him into the ring.

Sadler follows and drops an elbow across Collyer's lower back. A pick up and a quick side walk slam sends Collyer back to the canvas.

Sadler drops and hooks both legs!! The ref starts the count!!

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2

Nick rolls to the side lifting his left shoulder blade before the ref's hand hits the mat!

Sadler hooks both legs again shouting at the ref to count fast!!

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2

Collyer once more kicks out!!

Crowd: We like straight edge, We like Straight edge, We like straight edge

Andrew Fulton: Listen to this, these hicks are all on the old moonshine, what do they know!

Sadler gets to his feet and hurls some abuse at the crowd as he lifts up Collyer.

Rage sets Collyer up for a powerbomb, as he powers up Nick, the Champ shifts his legs and counter with a Flying Headscissors, as Sadler lands, Collyer shifts into a Crippler Crossface!!

Crowd: Choke, Choke, Choke!!!

Jeremy Tucker: The butcher counters with his Code-breaker Beta!! Fantastic ring awareness by Collyer, even after the beating he's taken!

Rios Rivera: And that crossface is locked in hard and tight!!

Collyer cinches in the crossface applying more pressure, referee McFee asks Sadler the all important question!

Sadler shakes his head and screams in defiance!

Slowly he reaches for the rope with his untrapped arm until his fingers grab the bottom rope.

Referee McFee orders Collyer to break the hold, in response Collyer holds the submission in place until the ref starts a DQ count.

Collyer gets up and takes a few valuable moments to shake those cobwebs loose and massage some feeling back into his spine, while Sadler lies between the bottom ropes.

Nick moves in and drags Sadler up to his feet, a combination of a roaring elbow followed by a Spinning Savate Kick send Rage into the corner, where he sags into the turnbuckle. Collyer puts him on his ass with a Gamenguri [Jumping roundhouse to the face].

Nick steps in and puts his boot against Sadler's face and starts with the rought boot scrapes!!

Andrew Fulton: Do your job referee, Sadlers in the ropes!

Jeremy Tucker: The champ shows his vicious side, imagine that happening to Fondell Andy!

Andrew Fulton: Your dreamin Jerry, trust me that will never happen!

Rios Rivera: Ah, Andrew Fulton psychic extrodinaire!!

Referee McFee orders Collyer to back up, Nick smiles sickly at the ref and backs away.

Sadler wipes blood from his mouth and spits more onto the canvas, he snarls at the sight of it and pulls himself up using the ropes.

Collyer moves in once more hammering away with rights and lefts sending Sadler back to the corner, Sadler manages to kick Collyer in the right knee and quickly pokes him in the eye.

Sadler follows up with a gut kick and grabs Collyer's head and plants him with a dangerous DDT!

Sadler almost collapses into the cover

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2

Collyer wisely sticks his foot on the ropes, breaking the pinfall.

Rage grabs Nick by the hair and starts hammering away with forearm and elbow shot as the referee tries to order him to back up.

Sadler gives the ref the finger and smashes another hard shot into Collyer, the ref starts a DQ count, holding up his fingers to Rage as he counts

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Another fist to Collyer

2

Followed by another

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A forearm shot to the head

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Sadler releases and stands back from the fallen Champion, as he does he glares insanely at the referee.

Andrew Fulton: Sadler looks like he's about to lose the plot, this is not a good time to stop him ref!

Sadler lifts up Collyer and grabs him by the hair and throws him over the top rope. Nick manages to hold on to the ropes, stopping himself.

Sadler charges towards Collyer and smashes a forearm shot to the chest. he grabs Collyer in a suplex position and ties to bring him back into the ring the hard way.

Collyer blocks the suplex and brings up Sadler in a reversal. Collyer lifts Rage vertical and falls backwards bringing Sadler down on the back of neck and head, straight into the hard US Center floor!!!

The hideous impact of the brainbuster stuns the crowd for a moment, as they look at Collyer holding his back and Rage twitching like he's been electrocuted!

Jeremy Tucker: Jesus, Mary and Joseph! Rage Sadler could have a broken neck after that sickening brainbuster!!

Andrew Fulton: Collyer is a maniac, he is trying to end Sadler's career!

Rios Rivera: I don't know about that, but that brainbuster was one hell of a way to get the advantage!

Crowd: Finish Him, Finish Him, Finish Him, Finish Him!!!!

Referee McFee looks at both men with concern and steps out to the floor, he checks on both wrestlers and starts a count!

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Collyer gets back to his feet

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Nick drags up the limp Sadler and rolls him back into the ring.

Collyer brings Rage vertical. Sadler breaks free of the hold and to the crowd's and Collyer's amazement swings a puch at the Champion.

The right hand strike connects with Collyer's jaw, staggering him!!

Jeremy Tucker: I can't believe it, not only is Sadler standing, he's fighting back, this is incredible!!!

Rage moves in and swings again, Collyer ducks under the wild swing, the momentum of the swing sends Sadler staggering round.

Collyer quickly steps into Sadler and applies a half nelson, Nick grabs his own wrist and takes Rage over with a half nelson, self-wristclutch bridged Tiger Suplex `85. The impact doing even more damage to the injured neck!!

Rios Rivera: The Blue Eyes White Dragon Suplex!!!

Referee McFee starts the count!

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2

3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Huge pop from the crowd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jeremy Tucker: Collyer pulls out the Blue Eyes White Dragon suplex out of no where to steal the victory!!

Frank Salazar: The winner of the match and still SWAT World Heavyweight Champion.......The Butcher of Bakersfield Nick Collyer!!

Another huge pop from the crowd!!

Collyer holds up his tile and acknowledges the fans, takes one last look at Sadler being checked over by the ref, then leaves the ring, pointing to the crowd as he leaves.

Sadler with the ref's help gets to his feet, he glares at McFee and pushes him away! Sadler slowly makes his way up the ramp and to the back, the anger evident on his face.

Rios Rivera: Sadler again within inches of taking the title, and look at him now guys, walking outta here on his own steam!!

Jeremy Tucker: Once more Sadler showing he has the ability to become a World Champion, but tonight The Butcher was just too much for him! Don't go changing that dial folks, coming up after his short commercial break, all the marbles are on the line as Team SWAT takes on Legion X and it's the company that's at stake. Stay Tuned!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Cut to commercials.................................................................................

[SWAT Team]

[September 23rd, 2004.]

[Shot of Deja Vu slidding into the ring behind Ruthless L Reeve. He stands behind him ... measuring him with his bokken .... the cheers of the crowd fading to silence as they sit and wait for what they all know is coming.]

[CRACK!!!]

Voice over of Jeremy Tucker continues : Deja Vu with a brutal attack from behind, the man is meant to be suspended, but he doesn't seem to care .... first apparently taking out our Commissioner earlier in the week, and now The Ruthless One here on No Mans Land.

[Shot of Deja Vu again smashing the Bokken into the head of Reeve, busting him open, then a third and a fourth shot, Deja Vu just wailing away with the Bokken like a mad man on the lifless Reeve.]

Jeremy Tucker : Deja Vu a man intent on taking out the whole roster of Swat ... one by one ....

[Deja Vu then moves to lock on the Bushido Breaker, he gets it on, and rips away at the now unconcious form of Ruthlee L Reeve ... when Soutter charges down to the ring accompanied by a team of security who drag Deja Vu off of Reeve.]

Soutter : Deja Vu ..... you have gone too far!

We suspended you for your little antics ... but it appears that that hasn't gotten through to you.

So ... consider your suspension over ....

YOUR FIRED!!!

[The crowd goes nuts, and Deja Vu lunges towards Soutter but cant get to him with all of the security holding him back as the scene fades to black.]

[October 4th, 2004.]

[Deja Vu hovers over the out of it Reeve for a moment or two, then heads over to the cage door, opens it up and casually steps out to the floor. "Freur Frei" by Rammstein hits and Deja Vu bends down under the ring, coming out with a padlock and chain in his hands, he snatches the mic from Frank Salazar and heads back into the ring.]

Macca : I don't like the look of this mate.

Jeremy Tucker : Neither do i Macca, neither do i.

[Deja Vu wraps the chain around his fist, then places the padlock on his knuckles and starts wailing away on the allready out of it Reeve, the crowd start to get real rowdy, and Deja Vu eggs them on, taunting them, and then moves over to the door of the cage and locks it with the chain and padlock.]

Jeremy Tucker : This does not bode well for Reeve at all, and this is the exact reason right here that Deja Vu was allready fired from this company.

[Deja Vu moves over to Reeve, grabs the long leg of the Ruthless One, and places the Kendo stick inbetween his arms and Reeve's leg, wrapping them around and holding the mic up in the process.]

Deja Vu : CUT THE DAMN MUSIC!

SOUTTER!!! NOW ITS YOUR TURN!

THIS PEANUT HERE CALLED ME OUT EARLIER TONIGHT, AND LOOK AT HIM NOW.

NOW I AM CALLING YOU OUT. IF HE MEANS ANYTHING TO YOU, YOU WILL COME OUT HERE RIGHT NOW AND MEET YOUR DESTINY!

[Soutter walks out from the curtain, no music or flash, he has a very worried look on his face, and jogs down to the ring, standing face to face with Deja Vu, the cage inbetween them keeping him out.]

Deja Vu (practically shrieking now in his rage) : LOOK AT YOU NOW FAT BOY. LOOK AT YOU NOW!!!

NONE OF THIS HAD TO HAPPEN YOU KNOW. ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS AGREE TO WRESTLE ME, BUT NO, YOU ARE TO BIG A HOT SHOT TO WRESTLE THE "TALENT". WELL, I AM GOING TO GIVE YOU ONE LAST CHANCE MR CENTRE OF ATTENTION. ONE LAST CHANCE TO AGREE TO FACE ME. DOMINO JUST ANNOUNCED YOUR LITTLE PAY PER VIEW, HOW ABOUT YOU AND I HAVE A LITTLE DANCE THERE AND GIVE THE PEOPLE THERE MONEY'S WORTH?

[Soutter stares at Deja Vu blankly, grabbing hold of the cage and shaking it violently back and forth. Deja Vu tightens his hold on Reeve's leg.]

Deja Vu : I WONT ASK YOU AGAIN PAL. YOU GIVE ME MY MATCH RIGHT NOW, OR SO HELP ME GOD, I WILL END HIS CAREER JUST LIKE ALL OF THE OTHERS.

[Soutter moves over to the commentary table and grabs a mic.]

Soutter : Ok ..... if you want the match that bad ... you got it ..... now ... let him go ... you got what you want, the match is on, you and me at Eruption, now please ... just let him go.

Deja Vu : I DONT THINK SO!!!

[CRACK!!! and thats not the crack of a steel chair or a kendo stick across the head, that was the sound of Ruthless L Reeve's leg snapping in half right before our very eyes.]

Jeremy Tucker : SWEET JESUS!

[Reeve squeals out in agony and Soutter grabs hold of the cage trying to force his way in there as the scene fades with Deja Vu laughing maniacally.]

[SWAT ERUPTION. October 24 2004.]

Macca: The Soutter Special and the grapevines pin!!!

ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!!!

Jeremy Tucker: Soutter nails the Soutter Special for the three count!!!

["Rip it Up" by 28 Days hits and Soutter poses for the crowd, with an excitement so huge that wants to blow out of his chest]

Macca: He did it! He got his revenge!!! He did it!!!

Andrew Fulton: I hate these happy endings.

[The Night the World Changed.]

[Deja Vu crawls, defeated, and grabs his Bokken!]

Jeremy Tucker: Oh no! Déjà Vu took his Bokken and is standing right behind Soutter!

[Déjà Vu goes to attack an unsuspecting Soutter, swinging it with all he has, but Soutter catches it under his arm, locking the wooden sword in place!]

Jeremy Tucker: Soutter is standing eye to eye with Déjà Vu! No more abuse on SWAT!!!

[Déjà vu struggles to regain control of the Bokken, but it is not going anywhere!]

Macca: Déjà Vu is trying to pull the Bokken from Soutter but the boss is too damn strong!

[The scene goes into slow motion black and white as Soutter reaches out with his other arm and suddenly rips the ninja mask right off of Déjà Vu… revealing…



SWAT Commissioner KJ "Dracon" Xanathos!!!]


[The camera returns to normal speed at the shocked look on Soutter's face.]

Jeremy Tucker: SWEET JESUS!!!!! I can't believe it! Déjà Vu is DRACON!!!

Andrew Fulton: I knew it all along!

[Soutter looks at Dracon in shock ... he is frozen, staring at him in disbelief… and Dracon rips the Bokken out from his grasp]

CRACK!!!



CRACK!!!

Jeremy Tucker: Xanathos just beating the hell out of Suit with those devastating shots to the head, neck and back… what has gotten into him?!?!

Macca: What has gotten into him? This mongrel has been planning this all along mate!

Andrew Fulton: I love it!

[Dracon continues to pummell Soutter with the Bokken, the crowd about to tear the place apart, he raises the Bokken over his head, standing over Soutter ... there is no music, no nothing .... just Dracon standing over the uncoiuncious Soutter ... and the crowd about to riot.]

[The scene freezes on Dracon and then distorts, the camera watching as KJ "Dracon" Xanathos turns into a monsterous, living, breathing giant fire-breathing Dragon!! He turns and looks at the camera, evil glint in his eyes and then spews fire at the screen, covering the screen in flames! The flames change and form words.]

L E G I O N -X-

[FADE.]

[Godsmack's "The Enemy" strikes up as the screen flares to life again.]

Hey! Oh, Mr. backstabbing son of a bitch

Dracon standing on the Death Star looking over his plans for world domination

You're living in a world that will soon be dying

Various shots of Dracon abusing power. Dracon firing Adrian Tanner, stripping Fierce and Syberus, Legion X interrogating CK Panic

And I know, everybody knows you try to be like me

Soutter with the Hardkore Tri-State Title/Dracon and The Punisher Dan Stien attacking Soutter

But even at your best, as a man you couldn't equal half of me

Soutter standing tall with the rest of TEAM SWAT at the end of iFIESTA!

I am realizing, that everybody's lost their simple ways

Jerry Nelson III, maniacal look in his eyes as he destroys Genity Howard

And now that is here, I see it all so clearly

Soutter's shocked face at Deju Vu being unmasked as Dracon

I've come face to face with the enemy

Legion X helping Stan win the World Title

oh the enemy!

You! You're another shit talking punk to me

Dracon firing Adrian Tanner/Tanner superkicking Dracon

You're living inspiration for what I never wanna be

Sly Fondell and Legion X turning on Stan

And I see, you've been blinded by what you believe

Dracon announcing the return of Triple B as his hired help/Bill Staring down all of Team SWAT 1-on-5

And now back up and sit down, shut up and act like you need to be

Team SWAT coming to Soutter's aid at iFIESTA!/Tanner and Panic tossing Dracon out of the ring/Genity and Fierce throwing Nelson out

I am realizing, that everybody's lost their simple ways

Genity Howard getting ransacked by Legion X/Howard beign set on fire by Fondell

And now that is here, I see it all so clearly
I've come face to face with the enemy, oh the enemy!

Digital image of Soutter the Barbarian with a golden sword in one hand, staring down the big fire-breathing Dracon

Come to me, come to me, the enemy, come to me, come to me

CK Panic, Sam Piltdown, and Genity Howard facing Legion X/The Connection taking on Stan and Triple B/The KGB vs Dracon & RHIII

So predicting, you're the reason why
I lie
Simple decision took me too much time
To fly
Oh, checkmate, checkmate...

A big shot of the WARGAMES double cage, which is now around the outside of the battle between Soutter and the Dragon

I am realizing, that everybody's lost their simple ways
And now that is here, I see it all so clearly

Soutter the Barbarian lunges, and Dragon spews fire. Soutter's golden sword blocks the flames as he continues forward

I've come face to face with the enemy, oh the enemy!

The dragon rears its head and tries to eat Soutter for brunch, but Soutter the Barbarian moves and jumps on the Dragon's head, bringing his blade right down into the Dragon's head. The Dragon falls down, dead.

Come to me

The final image, once again the ending to iFIESTA! Legion X on the ramp, Team SWAT in the ring, then a final shot of the cage...

Come to me...

SWAT PRESENTS:

W A R G A M E S

[FADE]