Rick Owen Cup

[SWAT Team]

("I'm a Survivor" by Destiny's Child plays and Jade marches to ringside. She sits at the comnmentator's table and puts on a headset.)

Jeremy Tucker : "We're being joined by Jade who lost to Lynn Brewster in the first round of the women's title tournament. You obviously have an interest in this match."

Jade : Really what makes it so obvious."

Andrew Fulton : "You stay away from me Rambo!"

Jade : "Don't do anything or say anything stupid and you may stay healthy fatso!"

Andrew Fulton : "I'm not fat!"

Jade : "Yeah sure."

Jeremy Tucker : "Everyone knows you and Lynn have been spilling lots of bad blood between you."

Jade : "That's right and I also respect her abilities."

Andrew Fulton : "How can you respect her if she's constantly in you're
face."

Jade : "We're in each other's faces cosntantly and we keep raising the intensity and filling SWAT Mid-South seats. Don't worry after this and Spring Break 2009 everything is going to get a lot more interesting."

Jeremy Tucker : "So who do you think is going to win."

Jade : "It's obvious that Brewster is going to win."

Andrew Fulton : "Kaycee's a Tanner and Tanner's are winners. They are...."

(Jade grabs him by the collar.)

Jade : "Say something stupid one more time and I'm going to kill you!"

Andrew Fulton : "Okay! Okay! Don't kill me!"

Jeremy Tucker : Believe me Jade he's made predictions before and embarassed himself. I'm saying Lynn's going all the way. Right now let's gop to the ring for the call."

(The beginning of piano chords of Ryanshon's "Apologize" plays as a glowing gold star appears on a red background on the SWAT Tron. When the song kicks in at :49seconds a pyro in the shape of a star explodes overhead with the words "Kaycee Tanner" appear written in fancy writing in the star on screen. Kaycee Tanner walks out as the ringsiders boo her and she ignores them. She is wearing a black t-shirt with the Arizona Wildcats "Catspaw" with "Kaycee Tanner" written on the front and "Bleeding Blue and Red" in the back in alternate colors over her wrestling attire. She slides into the ring, climbs the nearest turnbuckle and makes a gun motion with her hand. She cocks and fires before flipping off the ringsiders and jumps down to prepare for her match.)

Fifi : "This match is scheduled for one fall and it's for the SWAT Women's World Title. In the ring from Tuscon, Arizona. She comes in at 5'8" and 146lbs. She is the 'Arizona Wildcat' Kaycee Tanner.

(The ringsiders boo and start cheering as "Cat Scratch Fever" plays and Lynn Brewster enters ringside wearing blue jeans and a t-shirt. She glares ominously at Kaycee Tanner and then at Jade who ignores her.)

Andrew Fulton : "Would you like to leave now or would you like to die at her hands now."

Jade : "Would you."

Jeremy Tucker : "Lynn's really intense for this match and it doesn't help that Kaycee's mocking her."

Jade : "Give me a break Tanner."

Jeremy Tucker : "What is Kaycee thinking."

Andrew Fulton : "It's a good head game play. If you make the opponent mad the match is over."

Jeremy Tucker : "More like a death wish."

Jade : "She tries it with me and she'll know what death really means."

Fif i: "Now in the ring from Savannah, Ga. She comes in at 6ft. tall and 200lbs. She is 'Wildcat' Lynn Brewster."

(The ringsiders roar.)

Jeremy Tucker : "They meet in the center of the ring and they're in each other's faces."

Jade : "Kaycee's more like in Lynn's chest."

Andrew Fulton : "Hey I like that one."

Jeremy Tucker : "Kaycee shoves Lynn who shoves her back and Kaycee lands on her butt."

Andrew Fulton : "As usual this whole tournament is sponsored by Croc-o-nuts. Croc-o-nuts a real snack for real men."

Jade : "When why aren't you eating them."

Andrew Fulton : "I just endorse them."

(Jade motions for someone to come over and she tells him to get Fulton some Croc-o-nuts.)

Jade : "When he returns let's see if you eat some."

Andrew Fulton : "Or else what."

Jade : "Or I'll stuff them down your throat while I choke you!"

Andrew Fulton : "Okay! Don't kill me!"

Jeremy Tucker : "While my colleague and Jade were debating the nutritional aspects of arena snacks. Lynn and Kaycee lock up. Lynn easily forces Kaycee into the ropes. They circle each other and Kaycee wants a test of strength with Lynn."

Jade : "Kaycee's as stupid as her Vicious Circle pals."

Andrew Fulton : "Aww. You're upset because Kaycee and Mercy eliminated you in the first round."

Jade : "My so-called unreliable teammate couldn't do anything right."

Andrew Fulton : "Anyway it's a clever move if you ask me."

Jeremy Tucker : "You may be right. Kaycee is cranking on Lynn's arm and she delivers a series of forearm smashes."

Andrew Fulton : "Lynn counters and does a series of armwringers of her own followed by a hammerlock."

(The guy returns with the Croc-o-nuts and Jade slaps them into Andrew Fulton's hand.)

Jade : "There you go Fulton! Now eat them or else!"

Andrew Fulton : "Okay!"

Jeremy Tucker : "Kaycee gets to the ropes forcing a break. They lock up and Kaycee armdrags Lynn. She sticks her knee into the point of Lynn's arm and holds it as she delivers a few knee shots to Brewster's arm."

Andrew Fulton : "Tanner applies an armbar as Brewster makes her way to her feet. She armdrags Kaycee and is trying to get some feeling into that arm. Lynn delivers a series of very stiff chops to Kaycee's chest and throat."

Jeremy Tucker : "Lynn whips Kaycee into the ropes and clotheslines her hard. She attempts an elbow drop but Tanner rolls out of the way. Kaycee twists Lynn's arm into an arm wringer and holds it before bouncing off the ropes into a legdrop on Brewster's outstretched arm. Kaycee's now showing off some push ups."

Jade : "That's real funny Kaycee. Why don't you just concentrate on the match you bitch and not do a bad imitation of Randy Orton."

Andrew Fulton : "Kaycee turns around and Brewster delivers a series of hard punches forcing Tanner into a corner. Lynn delivers a series of kicks and knees to Kaycee's stomach and whips her into the opposite corner. She charges in but Tanner dodges out of the way."

Jeremy Tucker : "Kaycee runs up the turnbuckles while holding Lynn's arm and jumps over the ropes to the floor dropping Brewster's arm into the ropes."

(The ringsider's boo and chant "Die Kaycee Die!" "Die Kaycee Die!" Kaycee comes over to Jade.)

Jade : "You concentrate on the match bitch if you know what's good for you!"

(Kaycee slaps Jade and pits in her face.)

Jeremy Tucker : "Watch yourself Jade."

Jade : "Don't worry about me Tucker! Worry about what I'll do to that bitch the next time I see her!"

Jeremy Tucker : "Lynn delivers a series of headbutts stunning Kaycee. he whips her into the ropes and bearhugs Tanner. She keeps the pressure on Kaycee's back. Kaycee breaks the hold with a series of elbows. She double arm ddt's Lynn's hurt arm."

Andrew Fulton : "TannerStraightjackets Lynn's arms and runs her into the turnbuckles head and arm first. Lynn stumbles out and Kaycee dropkicks Brewster sending her back into the corner again."

Jade : "Come on Lynn! You want to be beaten by a loser!"

Jeremy Tucker : "Kaycee double backflips before charging in. She attempts a flying knee but Lynn dodges out of the way. She starts kicking that knee and turns it into a figure four leglock."

(The ringsiders chant "Break her leg!" "Break her leg!")

Jade : "I hope she does. Now eat your Croc-o-nuts Fulton!"

Andrew Fulton : "I am!"

Jade : "Not fast enough for me maggot!"

Andrew Fulton : "What are you a marine drill seargent."

Jade : "You'll wish I was."

Andrew Fulton : "Kaycee reverses the figure four, but Lynn uses her size to reach the ropes forcing a break of the hold."

Jeremy Tucker : "Lynn delivers a series of kicks forcing Kaycee into a corner. She chokes Tanner relentlessly with her good arm."

(The ringsiders boo as Veronica Rodriguez comes out to ringside.)

Jeremy Tucker : "What is Veronica Rodriguez coming out to ringside."

Andrew Fulton : "The same can be said about Rambo here."

Jade : "Ready to get her butt handed to her by me if she interferes or even gets in my face."

Andrew Fulton : "Ah ha! Now you just told everyone why you're out here!"

(Jade whips out her glock and points it at him.)

Jade : "Just enjoy your Croc-o-nuts Fulton or you may not have a head!"

Andrew Fulton : "Okay! Okay!"

Jeremy Tucker : "Lynn places Kaycee onto the top turnbuckle for a superplex, but Veronica yanks her off."

Jade : "First she trashes me and then thinks I challenged her to a match that I don't remember making! Now she thinks she can interfere in this match! I don't think so!"

(She yanks off her headset and storms away.)

Andrew Fulton : "Good riddance!"

Jeremy Tucker : "Jade and Veronica are brawling all over the ringside area. Veronica whips Jade into the ringpost and attempts a spear but Jade dodges out of the way. Veronica's hurt and Jade ddt's Veronica. Meanwhile Kaycee stands behind Lynn and, she grabs Lynn's arm and into a side-hammerlock, climbs to the top turnbuckle and sticks her knee into the point of her twisted arm. She kicks Lynn in the head with the other knee and drives her into the mat cinching in a modified neck/armbreaker combination."

Andrew Fulton : "Kaycee's doing the smart thing and is keeping Lynn in the middle of the ring. Lynn's in pain and the referee's checking her condition, but Lynn's refusing to submit."

Jade : "Come on Brewster! Kaycee's a worthless whore who's living off her big brother's name! What are you a real woman or a wimp!"

andrew Fulton : "What the hell is she doing?"

Jeremy Tucker : "Whatever it is she just gave Brewster motivation. She's attempting to get up and kicks Kaycee in the back but Kaycee uses her advantage and forces Lynn back to the mat."

Andrew Fulton : "Excellent strategy on Tanner's part. She's wearing down Lynn and keeping her from using the Catatonic."

Jeremy Tucker : "Lynn's attempting to get to the ropes. She's inching her way to the ropes, but Kaycee pulls her away. The referee's asking her if she wants to submit. Lynn still refuses and the match still continues. Jade reaches into the ring and pulls Lynn's leg onto the rope and screams at the referee. He sees it and forces a break."

Andrew Fulton : "That's not fair! She's helping Lynn cheat so she won't have to face a real woman like Kaycee Tanner herself!"

Jeremy Tucker : "Oh Veronica's interference wasn't for Kaycee's benefit."

Andrew Fulton : "Of course."

Jeremy Tucker : "Why did I expect that. Lynn's using her power and size advantage to attempt to counter Kaycee's attack. She lifts Kaycee up with her good arm and chokeslams her for a two count."

Andrew Tucker : "Oh goody a pin attempt after all this time."

Jeremy Tucker : "Lynn's really letting her have it with a ground and pound attack while Jade's egging her on and obviously scouting her as she chokes the life out of Tanner."

(Lynn gives Jade an ominous look as if that's her fate too, but Jade just scowls daring her to try it.)

Andrew Fulton : "Telling by their reaction to each other they want to have their match now. Jade is obviously senile or more like insane because Lynn almost did that to her."

Jeremy Tucker : "Jade and Lynn almost choked each other to death early on in their classic war."

Jade : "Come on! Come on! Show her you're the real wildcat and not that desert reject!"

Andrew Fulton : "Reject! She's a Tanner!"

Jeremy Tucker : "Lynn's breaks the choke and motions towards Jade to get out of her business."

Andrew Fulton : "Yeah take her advice and leave me alone too."

Jeremy Tucker : "Lynn's grabbing Kaycee by that wildcat's shirt and is ripping it right off."

Andrew Fulton : "Oh damned it! I was hoping to see a real catfight!"

Jeremy Tucker : "Yeah you would. Lynn attempts a suplex, but her arms still bothering her. Kaycee sets up and executes a brainbuster before placing Lynn's worked arm across her chest and hitting a standing moonsault."

Andrew Fulton : "Damned Jade's cursing and slamming her hands on the mat. I'm surprised she didn't throw a grenade at them. Lynn got her shoulder up before three."

(The ringsiders boo as Brandi comes to ringside.)

Andrew Fulton : "Wow the dominatrix of SWAT has graced us with her presence. Hey come sit with me Brandi."

Jeremy Tucker : "The only other nemesis of Jade's other than Lynn who's been a constant thorn in her side."

Andrew Fulton : "Gee how many thorns does Jade have up her that rocket launcher of a butt. Lynn gets her shoulder up. Lynn delivers some hard low shots followed by a jawbreaker. She sees Brandi and goes after her but Brandi grabs her by the hair and snaps her throat on the ropes."

Jeremy Tucker : "Jade sneaks up on her and smashes her into the ringpost. Meanwhile Kaycee sneaks up on Lynn and goes for a spinning leg scissors, but holds onto Lynn's arm and falls onto the mat into a cross armbar submisson. The referee is watching Lynn who still refuses to submit."

Andrew Fulton : "She's stupid not to give up to a real wrestling dynasty's history."

Jeremy Tucker : "Lynn's also part of a dynasty and she has a lot of pride and honor."

Andrew Fulton : "Not to mention Jade's irritating cheerleading and interference."

Jeremy Tucker : "Right and Brandi was out here to help clear Lynn's throat congestion."

Andrew Fulton : "It was quite nice of Brandi."

Jade : "Come on woman up Lynn! Come on you're better than that southwestern slut! She's as hot as cheap expired salsa! Come on let's see your guts Lynn! Let's see what you're really made of and what you can do! Come on! Come on! Come on!"

Andrew Fulton : "She still thinks she's a marine drill sargent."

Jeremy Tucker : "You forget she was the only Thailand commando so it should give you a clue. Lynn's getting fired up again and gets up. She picks Kaycee up and delivers multiple powerbombs. Turner is forced to break the hold and is favoring her back."

Andrew Fulton : "Don't worry Kaycee Dr. Fulton is here to give you a nice back massage and some Aleve for your back."

Jeremy Tucker : "Lynn scoops her up and delivers an Oklahoma Slam. She's relentlessly stomping and kicking Tanner's hurting back. She's screaming at Jade pointing that that's going to be Jade when she gets through with her. Jade's just sneering and shaking her head while her arms are crossed as if she doesn't care."

Andrew Fulton : "Told you she's sick in the head. Lynn whips Kaycee into the ropes, but she ducks another clothesline. She stops and sets up a side Russian legsweep, grabs Lynn's injured arm and twists it around Lynn's throat before finishing the move."

Jeremy Tucker : "Vereonica Rodriguez manages to recover and sneaks up on Jade. She and Brandi attack her and she's fighting both of them. Unfortunately, the numbers game can catch up on a wrestler and it does. Veronica holds Jade while Brandi taunts her and slaps her face. She briefly stumbles on something while trying to find an object. She grabs a chair. Brandi winds up and Jade ducks out of the way while Brandi accidentaly hits Veronica. Jade grabs the chair and hits her with it."

(Fury comes to ringside.)

Andrew Fulton : "Oh no! Now that irritating illiterate Fury comes out. Who's next Dearmon and Kokoro."

Jeremy Tucker : "Careful what you wish for. Lynn manages to get to the ropes forcing a break in the hold. Kaycee continues to hit that injured arm. Lynn tries to shove her away but Tanner keeps coming. Brewster blocks a punch and grabs Kaycee's arm and chort clothesline DDT's her for a two count."

Andrew Fulton : "Lynn's taking a lickin and is barely tickin. Kaycee Tanner is getting her facial features rearranged. Oh the horror!"

Jeremy Tucker : "You're a bad actor Fulton."

Andrew Fulton : "I'll have you know I was the star of my school play."

Jeremy Tucker : "Sure as the Christmas Tree. Lynn's now opening up a relentless can of Wildcat Whoop Ass. She's not stopping even if the referee's warning her. Lynn's obviously sending a message to Jade."

Andrew Fulton : "Who wouldn't listen even if it was blasted into her brain I might add."

(Jamie Dearmon comes to ringside holding and drinking from a flask.)

Andrew Fulton : "Oh no! Here's Jamie Dearmon coming to ringside."

Jeremy Tucker : "Told you not to wish for anything. Jamie is obviously interesting in the match too. She's drinking from her flask casually. Meanwhile in the ring Lynn whips Kaycee into the opposite corner and avalanches her. She charges in again and executes another avalanche. Dearmon just spit some whiskey into Lynn's eyes."

Andrew Fulton : "It's just a reaction to looking at those avalanches. She obviously spit the contents into Brewster's eyes. Gee poor country girl I'll just give her a hug."

Jeremy Tucker : "Oh what about Kaycee Tanner and her back."

Andrew Tucker : "Hey I can take two appointments at once."

Jeremy Tucker : "Lynn's blindness gives Kaycee an opportunity to recover and take advantage of the situation. She delivers kicks to Lynn's injured arm and is followed by a reverse armbar. Meanwhile Jade sneaks out from under the ring apron and attacks Dearmon before sneaking under the apron again. Dearmon sees a shocked Fury and screams as she goes after Fury."

Andrew Fulton : "I take everything I said about Jade back. She's a troublemaking coward. Now Jamie and Fury are going at it."

(Kokoro comes to ringside.)

Andrew Fulton : "Call security! It's the mad bomber of Japan!"

Jeremy Tucker : "She seems to so far be watching the action. Speaking of which Lynn's once again struggling to get to the ropes. She's inching her way to the ropes, but Tanner's pulling her back to the center."

Jeremy Tucker : "The referee's checking on her condition."

Andrew Fulton : "Just give up Brewster you can't defeat family history."

Jeremy Tucker : "He is also part of a wrestling dynasty and she also has more heart and guts. Back in the ring Jade lunges under the bottom ropes and wins a tug of war pulling Brewster to the ropes forcing a break in the hold. The referee forces Tanner to break the hold and is warning Jade who stands at attention denying that she's interfering."

Andrew Fulton : "Yeah and Kokoro's going to be standing pat, but she sees Veronica getting up. Oh no not another distraction."

Jeremy Tucker : "I thought you liked that kind of distraction."

Andrew Fulton : "Yeah if it's women in sexy lingerie."

Jeremy Tucker : "Oh boy. Lynn delivers a series of roundhouse rights and lefts rocking Kaycee. She bounds into the ropes and Brandi trips her. The referee's warning her and she's acting so innocent. Kaycee gets onto the top rope and Jade slides into the ring with a chair and crotches Tanner on the top turnbuckle."

Andrew Fulton : "Jade's a maniac. She's setting up that chair and....Oh no! Don't do that! Don't do that to that lovely woman! She's going to try what I think she's going to try! Oh my god! It's the Thailand Stunner! Tanner's career is over and so is part of my dream date!"

Jeremy Tucker : "Oh yes. Jade takes the chair and tosses it out before sneaking out of the ring. Lynn slowly goes over and makes the cover as the ringsiders happily count....One....Two....Three...."

(The ringsiders explode.)

Fifi: "Your winner and SWAT Women's Champion 'Wildcat' Lynn Brewster!"

Jeremy Tucker : "What a war this has been but Lynn Brewster weathered a withering assault by Kaycee Tanner."

Andrew Fulton : "Oh yeah with a little assistance from her hated enemy Jade. Speaking of Jade. She's in the ring and they're both staring each other down at least they're both the same height. Jade does a slow snap salute in respect, while Lynn holds up the title as if to taunt her with it."

Jeremy Tucker : "Jade doesn't react as she still continues to stare down Brewster. The intensity between the two has just been multiplied. Jade begins to leave, but as she turns Lynn grabs her and spins her around. Now she and Jade are brawling in the ring. They don't want to wait for their match at Spring Break."

Andrew Fulton : "Meanwhile, security and personnel can't even stop the other ladies from beating each other up. Jade clotheslines herself and Brewster out of the ring onto the floor where they continue their war."

Jeremy Tucker : "I've heard of Mid-South matches being all out brawls but this is ridiculous. What else can happen to make this even more memorable."

(A ninja dressed in armed forces fatigues comes out from under the apron and knocks out Lynn Brewster.)

Andrew Fulton : "You had to ask that stupid question."

Jeremy Tucker : "Whoever it is is standing next to Jade and they leave ringside together. Talking about a memorable event ending with one epic battle. However, the talk is going to be as usual about Lynn Brewster and Jade's latest chapter in their classic, epic and brutal war culminating with Lynn's championship crowning. We'll see what's going to happen next. For Andrew Fulton and myself that's all for us here and we'll see you the next time."

Andrew Fulton : "Hey these are good Croc-o-nuts. Jade thanks for the free snack. Ha! Ha!"

(The SWAT logo appears and the scene slowly fades to black.)

[SWAT Team]

Tucker: Fans, we're about to have our next qualifying match for the War Games finale later, but I'm being told we have a HUGE disturbance taking place in the back. Joel Dennery is there..Joel, can you hear me?

[Scene cuts to the back where Marcus O'Malley is seen wielding his kendo stick, as hes holding off a group of police officers, who are trying to get him to put it down]

Joel: Yes Im here..it seems the police are ATTEMPTING to detain Marcus O'Malley, who isnt exactly
willing to cooperate. If I can get one of these officers..sir..I know youre busy but why are you wanting O'Malley to come with you?

Cop: We wanna ask him a few questions about..

Joel: Holy Hell!! Brock Sisson just nailed O'Malley from behind, Sisson is standing over O'Malley as the police quickly move in to cuff him. Brocks walking away as quickly as he struck..guys back to you!!!

Fulton: Ha..maybe Legacy used HIS phone too..

[Fucking in the Bushes hits as Eryk Starr makes his way down the aisle. He holds his fists high, in a symbol of pending victory, he smiles as he heads toward the ring, suddenly, AGAIN Brock Sisson charges down the aisle and hits Starr from behind.]

Tucker; Hey...its Brock again!! Hes not even waiting for the introductions! He just waffled Starr from the back, Starrs down!! Chester hasn't even done the intros yet!!

Fulton: The bell just rang, obviously Rick Rakes isnt concerned about intros..Brock sends Starr to the rail, Starrs already in a bad way as Brock stomps away!!
Starr tries to fight back, but Brock really took the steam out of his punches with that attack!!

Tucker: Brock with a Short arm clothesline, drops Starr. Brock lifts him again, hard body slam to the floor. Brock rolls him inside and follows. Starr crawling to the corner, but Brock grabs the feet and pulls him back to the center of the ring.

Fulton: Brock lifting Starr...Delayed overhead suplex, Starr hard to the mat. Brocks kicking away, yelling at him to get up. Starr trying to get to his feet, hes got Brock by the legs, pulling himself up, Brock with a boot to the face..Starrs down again. Brock brings him to his feet..Inverted atomic drop, Brock hits the ropes..WOW.Clothesline that nearly took Starrs head off!!

Tucker: Brock covers..but Starr somehow kicks out at the 1 count..Brocks out to the floor,
hes under the ring..Holy Shit!! Andy..hes got a crowbar!!

Fulton: Indeed he does mate..Brock rolls back in the ring, hes circling Starr, who has no idea whats going on...DAMN!! Brock just split Starrs wig with that crowbar!! Starrs down..Brock lays the weapon down and grabd Starr, hes setting him for..No..hes gonna piledrive..Good God!!
Brock just piledrived Starr on that crowbar..Brock covers..

Referee Rick Rakes:
1.....
2.....
3 !!!

Chester: Here is your winner..advancing toi War Games..Brock Sisson!!!

Tucker: I hope SWAT NE has an idea of what theyre in for..Sisson is nuts and hes gonna be locked in a cage with the NE winners later tonight!!

WAR GAMES MAIN EVENT
SWAT North East
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VS

SWAT Mid South
Jason Birmingham
Brock Sisson
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[SWAT Team]

The back corridor of the arena comes into view. A couple of security guards make their way into the building as Brandi follows. Shes spotted by SWAT MS reporter Joel Dennery, who quickly catches her.

Joel: Brandi....we all saw the disturbing footage of what you put Princess Red Cloud through, why did you subject her to such acts of cruelty?

Brandi: Listen pencil dick..you shut your cake hole and get OUT of my fucking way before I put YOU through some acts of cruelty..ya READ me?

Joel: I got lawyers honey..but anyway, you're going after the Womens title tonight against Lynn Brewster, Stormy Weather AND Kaycee Tanner, can you POSSIBLY overcome those odds?

Brandi: Look no cock...I wouldnt be going into thbis match unless I KNEW something that the other 3 little girls DIDNT. I KNOW 1 of those 3 isnt healthy..I KNOW that that certain someone CANT give 100 %. I KNOW just WHO is the weakest link in this little chain and bet your ass Im gonna use it to MY advantage..BEAT IT!!

Brandi quickly storms away as Joel shakes his head in disdain

[SWAT Team]

Joel Dennery sees Stormy Weather with a jeavy suitcase and help her care it to a dressingroom!

Joel: I tryed to talk to Brandi she was in bad mood do, you know something you wanna share?

Stormy Weather: That bitch got hit from a disabled girl of six this morning when we did a photoshoot for new issue of Wrestling Up and Close-up!
The photograph had with him his disabled daughter and Brandi try to get on her rough way friendly.
Yes the girl got afraid and hit Brandi with her cask on her left arm.
Brandi you were lucky she was brought away from her caretaker else she had broke your nose!
You fucking bitch you don,t like disabled people but found good promotion for yourself,to get some pics with that poor kid.

Joel: Do you are sure that after she injured Princess Red Cloud she won,t put you on the shelf?

STormy: Honey you would wish it I possible won,t win but still have some business to finish with Brandi,and Kaycee the weird rough girl.
Joel thanks for help me with the suitcase please leave got to change clothes and don,t need a horny guy to help me!

Fade away.

[SWAT Team]

JT: It’s time now for the first qualifying match on the North-East side. The North-East ahs had a lot of turnover in their roster lately, so you’re going to be seeing a lot of new blood trying to make themselves established and maybe endear themselves to the boss by representing their region in War Games.

["Come On" by Waterproof Blonde plays as Terry Masters walks out, a cocky smirk on his face. He points to the crowd as he makes his way to the ring. After climbing into the ring, Terry circles around, still smirking as the fans chant his name.]

CA: The following contest is a SWAT North-East War Games Qualifier! Introducing first, from Hartford,CT... “THE LIVING CLASSIC” TERRY MASTERS!

JT: Terry Masters is a second-generation veteran who usually teams with his brother here in SWAT, but he’s getting a shot in singles competition here.

[“Keep the Fire Burning (2 inch dancemix)” by Dan Hartman plays as The Rookie dances his way down to ringside. The crowd roars, greeting the underdog hero, and in return The Rookie goes all the way around the ring, slapping hands with every fan in ring. He wears a black tear-up T-shirt that shows a lot of skin, bad bleached jeans and sport shoes.]

JT: The Rookie is a fan favourite who’s on a roll for the first time in his career, coming off wins over Sheik Farrouk and Cyanide.

AF: The fact that the fans love this poofter is the only bit of evidence you need to see that they have no taste, and just nothing going on in their heads.

JT: Hey, the Rookie has a ton of heart and fighting spirit, and I think that’s what has endeared him to the crowd.

[As The Rookie steps through the ropes he is immediately rushed by Terry Masters, throwing lefts and rights to his prone head. As The Rookie reels, Terry snaps him down chestfirst across the middle rope, then drags him out to the middle of the ring.]

JT: Terry Masters with a cheapshot, and he’s wasting no time taking the fight right to The Rookie!

AF: That’s what I like to see around here. Initiative!

[Masters drops down into a STF. He yanks back on the jaw, yelling at The Rookie to submit. When the European fighter refuses to do to, Terry begins tanning his head with slaps. Finally he pulls up The Rookie and gets him place for a Northern lights suplex.]

JT: Classic-plex on the way... no! The Rookie counters with an overhead toss.

[The crowd applauds as the veteran Masters falls onto the canvas. The Rookie siddles up to the second rope, and when Masters tries to get up he catches a spinkick off the ropes and to the face! Terry Masters rolls out of the ring to take a powder.]

AF: There’s the experience on the side of Terry Masters. He knows how to break the flow of the match when it’s not going his way.

JT:I don’t think you need to be a veteran to roll out of the ring.

AF: Obviously you know nothing about wrestling.

[The Rookie rolls out to follow the Living Classic, but Masters is ready and tosses Rookie by the hair into the ring steps. The fan favourite clutches his head as he stumbles out of the corner, and Masters connects with a blistering knife edge chop to the chest.]

JT: Yeah, that’s going to leave a mark in the morning.

[Terry Masters rolls The Rookie back into the ring, then climbs to the second rope and delivers a knee drop to his opponent’s sternum. He confidently covers.]

1...

2...

JT: Kickout by The Rookie! Masters wants to end this one early, but there’s too much fight in The Rookie for that.

[Terry pulls The Rookie up and hits him with a spinning heel kick, giving him a receit for the kick Masters took earlier. Terry Masters then drops the Dutch immigrant down across his knee in a gutbuster. The Rookie rolls over, clutching his stomach, but Masters isn’t done yet. He catapults The Rookie chestfirst into the ropes, and hits a crushing northern lariat on the rebound.]

AF: Terry Masters is just not letting up on this kid. Absolutely brutal stuff out of the veteran... just what I like to see!

[Masters hits a neckbreaker, putting The Rookie on his back. He then goes for an inverted sharpshooter, twisting The Rookie’s legs around to fit his, but the fan favourite fights back with a vicious upkick. Terry Masters tumbles back, windmilling his arms, until he runs into the ropes. On the ropes The Rookie hits a spinning backfist that levels the Living Classic.]

JT: Spinning backfist! That could be a knockout blow.

AF: Please. This guy’s punches couldn’t break paper.

[The Rookie covers.]

1...

2...

JT: No, Terry Masters kicks out. The Rookie has him up and headbutts him in the stomach. That’ll give you indigestion. The Rookie picks up Masters... there’s that sitout spinebuster!

AF: Wait! He couldn’t get it!

JT: Steven Masters came out of nowhere and tripped him!

[Indeed, just a few seconds earlier Steven Masters had reached out and tripped The Rookie while he had his brother Terry up in position for a spinebuster. The Rookie falls on his back, with Terry in a natural pinning position.]

1...

2...

JT: No! The Rookie kicks out! He won’t fall to dirty tricks like that.

[But Masters is quick to capitalize, pulling Rookie up into an Argentine backbreaker then spinning that out to the neckbreaker.]

AF: The Mastermind! Stick a fork in him, he’s dead.

1...

2...

3!

[The crowd boos as “Come On” plays again. Steven Masters rolls in the ring to raise his brother’s hand, and the two then quickly leave the ring and walk up the ramp.]

JT: With some considerable help from his brother and tag team partner, Terry Masters has ended the streak of The Rookie and advances to War Games tonight.

AF: Eh, Terry was always the better wrestler, Steven just helped out a bit.

JT: Right. Well, they’re making a quick getaway either way, and I think the North-East fans have just been disappointed after their first qualifying match.

[Some front row fans comfort The Rookie as the Masters brothers vanish behind the curtains.]

WAR GAMES MAIN EVENT
SWAT North East
Terry Masters
??
??
??

VS

SWAT Mid South
Jason Birmingham
Brock Sisson
?
?

[SWAT Team]

["Honky Tonk U" by Toby Keith hits as Jay walks out with a smirk on his face. He stands at the entrance ramp and lifts his arms in a victory pose as he looks to embrace the boos from his surroundings. After the brief pause, he walks down the ramp normally, ignoring the fans who extend their hands out to touch him along the way. Once in the ring, he climbs the top rope and raises his right fist to the air. He then jumps off and begins stretching on the side waiting for the bell to ring.]

CA: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a North-East Wargames qualifier! Introducing first, weighing in at 245 pounds, from La Grange, Texas... JAY WILLIAMS!

JT: Jay Williams was the one who asked for this match and you have to wonder what he’s thinking as he approaches the ring.

AF: Who cares? This match is just going to be two boy scouts barely findnig time to trade holds in between congratulating themselves about how much respect they have for each other. Boooring.

JT: Well, these two do respect each other a lot. Jay Williams considers Calvin St. James his mentor and wants to prove that he’s made the best use of his teachings.

[The lights go down as strobes go off all in time with the opening riffs of Hunt You Down by Saliva. On the pause, a huge blast of pyro goes off on stage as Calvin comes through the curtain. He stands at the top of the entrance and looks out at the crowd before raising his fist in the air as a huge 5 second display of machine gun pyros goes off behind him. He smiles as he walks down to the ring, shaking hands and interacting with the fans before climbing the steps and walking across the apron, climbing the turnbuckle and raising his fist in the air once more, flashbulbs going off everywhere as a stream of white pyros runs down the entrance ramp to the ring. He jumps down and stands in the middle of the ring as the four posts explode in silver sparks and waits for his opponent.]

CA: And his opponent, from Dallas, Texas, weighing in at 275 pounds... “THE IRON MAN” CALVIN ST. JAMES!

JT: Listen to this reception! This is St. James’ debut in SWAT, but it’s clear he’s carried over a bit of fame from his long and decorated career elsewhere.

AF: Eh, so he won some titles in promotions I’ve never heard of. So does every two-bit chump who comes in here.

JT: Calvin St. James is no chump. Also, who says “two bit chump” nowadays?

[Referee Andy Rhodes calls for the bell, and the crowd pops as the match gets underway. The two wrestlers circle briefly before Calvin St. James holds out his hand. Jay Williams grins and shakes it. The crowd applauds the show of respect.]

AF: Bah! This is what I’m talking about. All this “respect” disgusts me.

[Williams then offers his mentor a test of strength, a competition that St. James gladly takes. The two lock muscles and begins to push. Though they grunt and twist their bodies to try and add greater leverage, neither is able to make much of an impact.]

JT: This test of strength is a bit of a stalemate. St. James is the bigger man, but Williams has a lot of power for his size.

[Calvin seems to realize this and gets out of this draw by slipping out of one wrist-lock and swinging to the side to put pressure on the other. He twists Jay Williams’ arm, then shoots him off into the ropes and swings for the fences with a lariat. Williams ducks, as the arm cuts through the air and leaves a swooshing sound in its wake.]

JT: Williams just saved himself from that stiff lariat.

[Jay Williams immmediately puts on the brakes and goes back to back with Calvin St. James. Williams hooks St. James’ arms and drops down, going for a backslide. However, “The Iron Man” rolls over his student’s back and to his feet, holding onto the arms and landing a double-arm DDT that drives Jay’s face into the canvas!]

AF: Finally, someone hit something.

JT: After a great display of chain wrestling, Calvin St. James hits his Legendary Slam and draws first blood, proverbially speaking.

AF: I wish he had drawn some non-proverbial blood.

[Jay Williams gets up, rubbing his face but grinning. He throws an overhand right, a punch that St. James easily slips. Jay throws more wild shots, and Calvin almost dances his way around each of them. Calvin St. James shouts “Come on, I know you can throw a punch better than that!”]

JT: I feel like I’m watching one of their old sparring sessions right now. Which makes me sort of think CSJ still has the upper hand.

[Smirking, Calvin St. James steps into the hail of punches and goes to throw his own, but is unexpectedly met with a stiff, pinpoint right hook to the jaw. He stumbles, and all of a sudden Williams is all over him, throwing combinations to the head and body. Calvin gets in a nice hook to the ribs, but he’s backed into a corner and clearly being outpunched by Jay Williams.]

AF: Hey, when did this guy suddenly learn to punch?

JT: Williams was feinting to get St. James to let his gaurd down. Good strategy by the student here.

[Calvin St. James cannily sticks his head between the ropes to warrant a break. Williams raises his hands to show he is willing to make a clean break and backs off. The referee restarts the two in the middle of the ring.]

JT: Veteran move there from Calvin St. James. That got him out of a bad situation and gave him time to recover from that big shot.

[Williams immediately starts swinging again, but St. James cuts him off with a kick to the body. He whips Jay into the ropes,going for a back drop on the rebound, but Jay Williams leapfrogs over him. Pivoting around, Jay grabs Calvin’s legs and takes them out from underhim, bringing them down to the ground. Jay drops down to drive an elbow, then grabs onto it.]

JT: It’ll be interesting to see how these two match up on the ground.

AF: Interesting for a nerd like you, maybe. Wake me up when they start actually hitting each other again.

[Jay keeps a grip on the leg of Calvin St. James, torquing it to cause him pain. St. James grits his teeth and rolls forward, taking Jay Williams over into a pinning predicament.]

1...

2...

[Williams rolls through, still keeping a hold on the leg. He wraps his own legs around it and starts twisting.]

JT: Rolling leg lock! Jay Williams has picked out a target early.

[Calvin St. James reaches out and grabs ahold of the bottom rope on one of the rolls, and Jay gives him a clean break. Obviously frustrated, Calvin rolls out of the ring and makes a “T” with his hands.]

JT: Is Calvin St. James calling for a time out?

CA: Great, just what this match needed. Now, if you’ll excuse me I have to go to the concession stand...

JT: Sit down. So far it’s been CSJ who’s on the defensive, and he probably wants to turn that around.

[Finally, St. James re-enters the ring, stepping between the ropes to lock up with Jay Williams. Calvin grapples his way to control of his opponent’s head, then goes for a spinning neckbreaker, but Williams grabs onto the tights to block it. “The Iron Man” tries a different tact and takes him up for a jackhammer, but Williams drops behind and jumps onto Calvin St. James’ back to apply a dragon sleeper!]

JT: It looks almost like Jay Williams knows all of Calvin St. James’ tricks, and now he’s got him in that sleeper hold.

[St. James backpedals until he can drive Williams into the corner. The student collapses into the turnbuckle, and Calvin runs out only to come right back at him with a crushing running clothesline. St. James spins Williams around and violently shoves his forehead into the top buckle.]

AF: Finally, someone shows some killer instinct!

JT: Calvin St. James has been known to have a bit of a temper, and this has been quite an aggravating situation.

[St. James lifts Williams up onto his shoulders and hotshots his throat down across the top rope. Williams staggers back, clutching his throat, and Calvin St. James takes full advantage. Jay Williams soon founds himself on the receiving end of an Iron Cutter and pinned to the mat.]

1...

2...

JT: Jay Williams kicks out. St. James looks like he’s going for some sort of submission hold... Iron Vice!

AF: Man, how do you know all of this guy’s move names? He has like two dozen of them.

JT: I actually have a cheat sheet in front of me. Thanks for pointing it out.

[Calvin has Jay’s legs twisted in a pretzel with his sharpshooter. Williams grits his teeth and tries to edge his way towards the ropes, but the hold is in too tight to allow much movement. He seems to consider tapping out until St. James abruptly breaks the submission attempt, clutching his own leg.]

JT: What you have right there is Jay Williams’ earlier mat work paying off. CSJ didn’t have the strength in his legs to keep that sharpshooter on.

[Williams is like a shark smelling blood and immediately pulls St. James back into a rolling knee lock. Calvin shrieks in pain but again manages to get to the ropes. This time Williams doesn’t let him get back up though, instead dragging him out and slingshotting him into the ropes. But St. James is able to twist his body around so he takes the ropes backfirst. Williams charges in. St. James explodes off the ropes with a shoulder block. Jay counters with a knee lift and scoops Calvin up into a reverse brainbuster.]

JT: St. James was going for his Cock Block, but Williams knew it was coming. Again and again Williams is showing that he learned more than how to wrestling from Calvin St. James... he learned how to wrestle Calvin St. James.

[Jay Williams drags St. James up and smashes him facefirst into a turnbuckle.]

AF: There’s a little payback for you!

[Williams batters the already damaged knee of St. James with fierce leg kicks. He then scoops his hobbled foe up across his shoulders in a torture rack.]

JT: Jay Williams is thinking of the Tower Hacker Bomb! If he hits this, it’s over. No, countered into a reverse DDT by St. James!

AF: Looks like Williams isn’t the only one who knows his opponent well.

[Jay Williams gets to his hands and knees, obviously taken by surprise by the counter. “The Iron Man” wraps his good leg around his former student’s and drives it into the canvas with a point-blank legdrop. He rolls into a pin.]

JT: I’ve never seen that out of Calvin St. James before... hell, I don’t know if I’ve seen that out of anyone.

1...

2...

JT: Williams kicks out. St. James is going... up top?

AF: Well, that’s something Williams won’t be expecting at least.

[The 275-pounder takes a deep breath, steadies himself on the top rope, and leaps off in a picture-perfect elbow drop... picture-perfect, that would be, if it didn’t connect straight with the knees of Jay Williams. Calvin St. James flops over, clutching his stomach, and both men are out on the mat. The referee starts his ten-count as the fans clap, cheering on the heated battle between fan favourites.]

JT: Both men down! We could have a double count-out here.

AF: Tucker, in all your years of calling this sport, have you ever seen a match end in a double knockout?

JT: There’s a first time for everything.

[Both men manage to get up by 8, with Williams getting up a bit quicker and able to achieve a superior position. He gets a front facelock and spins out into a swinging neckbreaker, snapping Calvin’s neck down to the mat. Williams flips over into a cover.]

1...

2...

JT: Kickout... Williams is all over him though. STF! And with that injured leg hooked, it’ll be a lot harder to break out of than normal.

[St. James cries out in pain, but still refuses to quit. He inches towards the ropes, but it’s hard to do with Williams on top of him, pressing his body down to the canvas with every ounce of force he can make it. Finally St. James lunges forward...

...and his hand lowers...

...to grab onto a rope. MIXED POP!]

“LET’S GO CAL-VIN!” “GO JAY GO!”

“LET’S GO CAL-VIN!” “GO JAY GO!”

AF: This stupid crowd can’t decide who to cheer for!

JT: Well what did you expect? St. James gets himself out of that dangerous submission hold.

[Williams tries to take St. James up into an inverted suplex position, presumably setting up for the Impact Driver, but Calvin counters it with a quick shot to the gut. Instead he lifts Williams up into a sit-out ¾ powerbomb!]
JT: Cold Steel! Williams took that right on his neck, this could be it.

1...

2...

3?

JT: NO! He kicked out just in time. But St. James has Williams up across his back... he’s calling for Calvin’s Cross!

[Williams turns himself around and rolls up Calvin St. James.]

1...

2...

3!

JT: Roll-up out of nowhere gets the pinfall! Calvin St. James looks shocked.

AF: Finally, it’s over.

JT: What are you talking about? This was a great match, and in the end the student was able to just barely edge out the teacher.

AF: That’s great, give him a gold star.

CA: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by pinfall, advancing to represent SWAT North-East in War Games... JAY WILLIAMS!

[The crowd applauds as “Honkey Tonk U” plays again. Williams offers his downed mentor a hand. Calvin St. James stands up, brushes himself off, and shakes Jay’s hand. RESPECT POP!]

AF: Ugh. All of this mutual respect makes me shit.

JT: Another huge win for Jay Williams, who is making a big impression in a short time here in SWAT.

WAR GAMES MAIN EVENT
SWAT North East
Terry Masters
Jay Williams
??
??

VS

SWAT Mid South
Jason Birmingham
Brock Sisson
?
?

[SWAT Team]

We go back stage to Sasso and Christiansen's locker room, Brian in his ring gear. The hulking Jake is as well, although his gear isn't exactly what you would call professional looking attire. SWAT roving reporter Alfred Meeks is there awaiting word from the tag team.

Alfred: Brian, Jake, you two have been quiet thus far. Do you have any words on your opponents Kota and Legacy?

Jake: So dude, think we should like say anything about our match or something?

Brian shrugs his shoulders and gives a dismissive wave of his hand.

Brian: Nah, let's just ignore our opponents and act like the match is a foregone conclusion ... that's what all the cool kids are doing nowadays.

Jake looks confused, but ready to oblige.

Jake: Alright then man, whatever you say.

Brian shoots him a stunned look of disbelief.

Brian: That was sarcasm ....

Jake looks in thought for a moment.

Jake: Oohhhh .. right, I get it. I think .....

Brian just sighs before he turns to Alfred.

Brian: Listen, if House Of Pain wants to be concentrating on what they'll do once they get in War Games, on Paul Soutter, and filming wacky campfire videos among other various shenanigans, that's fine with me. I have no problem flying in under the radar and ....

Jake: They named themselves after the guys who did that "Jump Around" song?

Brian: And either way, I'm the type of person who ends up getting what he wants in the end. It's doesn't matter what route I take to get th ....

Jake: I mean ... seriously? How 90's is that?

Brian clears his throat.

Brian: ANYWAYS ... like I was trying to say, I'll admit I'm not an experienced tag team wrestler. I've been a singles guy my whole career, and still am everywhere but here. But with that being said, the two of us beat a "real" tag team last time so that doesn't bother us too much.

He scratches at his chin with his left hand, it's conspicuous that he only has three fingers on that hand, a change from the last time we saw him on SWAT television. A result of a match elsewhere, but not anything to dwell on.

Jake: Alright dude, let's rock and roll. Those irish rapper bastards will totally be remembering our names by the end of the night.

Brian: Right ... what he said.

Scene Fades

[SWAT Team]

[At the half time of the Rick Owen tribute show, the Mid-South heavyweight champion is on point. The American Freebear is on point! Pacing backstage outside of the locker room area, we see the big 338 pound flying champion bear deep in focus, knowing that he will need to defend his belt any time now.]

"Hurts, doesn't it? Hurts hearing the truth, hurts having to hear that the American Freebear is the greatest wrestler across the land!!! But see, the reason that I'm the best wrestler across the land isn't just because of my size, my strength or my agility: it's because everyone of these fans have acknowledged my skills inside the ring, something you still have trouble accepting!!!"

[Huge pop from the live audience!!!]

"Frostbite, if defeating you once didn't get you to understand, I doubt defeating you twice will... But I won't ever stop defending this championship belt!! While you will spend the rest of your life complaining, trying to sue, doing everything but wrestle to be the best... I'm going to be just that! What you can't accept, everyone else already knows for a fact!!!

[Yeah!!!]

"You go and watch horror movies. I think that's what you did last time I saw you. You keep on believing that I have no chance at all of winning. Bring warm thoughts as I contemplate what kind of victory dance I'll do once i fly off from the top rope and break you like an icicle. You keep on repeating everything you kept repeating since this contest started two months ago, broken record that you are... Hear me out: IT DOESN'T CHANGE ANYTHING!!! It doesn't change everything that i worked for, it doesn't change the kind of scumbag you are and it doesn't change the outcome of our match! All that this ensures... IS YOUR TOTAL AND COMPLETE ANNIHILATION!!!!"

"And another thing... Our title match being a qualifier for the War games main event? Yeah, no way is the Freebear missing out on that!!! NOBODY has represented the Mid-South as well as I did, NOBODY is better placed to lead the team!!! While you were preparing frivolous lawsuits against this wrestling federation I know and loved, I was fighting brutal wars against Eric Herrera, against anyone in my way to show the world that Old South wasn't dead. When the time comes, when people will look for a hero to lead the Mid-South in it's most dauting prospect yet... They'll look to the skies. Because that's where the Freebear flies!!!

"AND THIS BEAR... YOU CANNOT CHANGE!!!"

[Fade out.]

[SWAT Team]

[ As the SWAT cameras cut to the backstage area we see that Frostbite has just enter the building. Frostbite wearing an blue Armani suit with black shoes. He has a blue bag slug over left shoulder as he has an intense look in his blue eyes as he is ready for anything that can be thrown at him in his match later on against American Freebear.]

Frostbite: Tonight is the night where the Freebear comes to die right here in Texas.

[ A cheap pop from the Texas crowd.]

Frostbite: Freebear you reign here in the South is coming to an end. You have been saying for weeks that nothing is can stop the big bad bear well, Freebear this 230 pound stick of TNT is going to stop you and take back to Boulder the SWAT Mid-South title. These people down here in the South need someone that they can look up to and take them to another level and that Freebear isn't you. Your act is growing old, the south needs someone to come in here and rise it from its aches something only that Robert E Lee could do.

[ Frostbite inches ever so close to his locker room.]

Frostbite: So how does it feel Freebear to know that your time is slowly ticking away. You are losing your grasp of that title. Freebear as we get closer to bell time, I am sure there is a sick feeling in your stomach because you know deep down that I am correct. Your time as champ is coming to an end. I want you to enjoy the few more minutes that you have with the title because I am going to bury your hairy ass here in Texas tonight.

[ The camera zooms in on the intense look in Frostbite's eyes.]

Frostbite: Freebear it will be I, that will take Mid-South into War Games and get them the big win, and prove to you and the wrestling world that it is certainly a COLD ASS YEAR!!

[ Frostbite finds his locker room as he opens the door.]

Frostbite: Freebear, tick tock, it is all over.

[ Frostbite slams the door behind him, as we head back to ringside.]

[SWAT Team]

[ A few minutes have passed by as the cameras are now inside the locker of Frostbite, after he just got a few words with him. But now it appears can't get enough of the next SWAT Mid-South Champion. As we enter the locker room we see right away that Frostbite has gotten out of his Armani Suit and folded right neatly we might add inside the locker. But we don't see Frostbite anywhere in sight. We don't hear no water running in the shower. As we wait to see if Frostbite still might have a few more words for Freebear. We wait and wait and still no Frostbite. Suddenly we hear the flushing of a toillet, as we see Frostbite coming from the restroom with his long blue tights on, and shirtless at the moment.]

Frostbite: Damn, can't a man go take a piss without a camera following him around.

[ Frostbite walks toward the locker as he reaches inside and grabs his blue t-shirt.]

Frostbite: Freebear are you getting nervous? Butterflies flying around in your stomach? How does it feel there Freebear to know that you are just about to lose your title. I get tired of listening to you, and tell the south that you are the best think going. Freebear, I hate to tell you after tonight you are going to become an after thought. I want the camera to zoom in on this scar.

[ The camera zooms in on the scar that Frostbite is talking about. The one that goes from his left elbow to his left wrist.]

Frostbite: Take a good look there Freebear. This happening to me, about two years ago, when I was involved in an "I Quit match. The man that I wrestle on that night try to get me to quit by setting me on fire. Freebear you must forgive me, if I don't appear to be afraid of you. I don't really care about your size, or strength, or you clawing me all over my body. Freebear you can't stop the hungriest bastard alive. I told you consider yourself quite lucky in our first encounter. But you can rest assure that this time around, the Cold Hearted Bastard, will walk out of the state of Texas with the Mid-South title.

[ Frostbite puts on his t-shirt.]

Frostbite: Freebear you see there is one thing I never understood about you there big bad bear. Aren't you suppose to be afraid of the cold. You see I believe that is what it really is. You need to carry your hairy ass into hibernation and stay there. Freebear you realize that deep down that it is, I that has your number. It will be the cold that puts this bear on ice. I told you before Freebear that the South needs a new hero.

[ Frostbite sits down and laces up his boots.]

Frostbite: You talk about your fans Freebear. Well you can relax because after you go into hibernation, they will have someone that can look up to. We can give them a whole new look. We can call them the snowflakes, snowmen or women. Whatever the case maybe, there former champion. You don't have to worry about losing your fan base because I will make sure that they have a better and much improve hero to look up to. Freebear, the tiime is inching ever so much closer.

[ Frostbite finishes lacing up his boots as he stands up.]

Frostbite: How do you plan on stopping me this time. Freebear you won't do it this time. I usually get what I want, and this time around no ref, nobody is going save you. Freebear it is about time I put you on ice, and on ice for good.

[ Frostbite walks away from the view of the camera as we head back to ringside.]

[SWAT Team]

[We quickly cut backstage, where Frank Salazar (doing backstage interviewer duties for the evening) is standing.]

Frank Salazar: Fans Frank Salazar here, We've been given word that there's been a medical team dispatched to the locker room area, we're on our way as well, hopefully we can find out whats going on and... Holy HELL!!

[The announcer and camera man turn the corner to see both Brian Sasso & Jake Christiansen down on the floor. Both men's shirts are nearly torn off and they've obviously been brutally attacked.]

Frank: This is as chaotic a scene as Ive ever seen, one of the teams that's scheduled to be in the next match, they've been..well... MUGGED is the only term I can think of!! I'm gonna TRY to get a word from one of them, if I can make my way in... please pardon me here, EMT personnel trying to get the condition of these 2 men...

EMT: Back off pal!! These guys ain't gonna tell ya nothing ya cant SEE!! Beat it!!

Frank: Sorry guys, just trying to find out... hey... HEYYYYY...Just a God damn minute here...

[Frank walks just off camera and leans down and picks up an axe handle and shows it to the camera.]

Frank: Tucker... Fulton... I don't wanna go laying the blame anywhere but... well.....

[We cut back to the ring. "Still Unbroken" by Lynyrd Skynyrd starts as Legacy and Kota step through the entrance. They're followed by Packer, who smiles as he hangs back a few steps. The lights go dim as suddenly the picture cuts to a destructive Volcano spewing hot lava down a mountain side. Images of Red hot scorching Lave plowing through small helpless island villages plays out. The images then cut to Kota in various stages of Battle. Kota is seen standing in the ring holding the SWAT Statewide title high in the air. He is then seen holding the Hardkore World 6 Man tag title over his head. As the footage proceeds, Legacy slowly makes his way down the aisle. He has in his hand, his trademark axe handle and the UCW Xtreme title around his waist. He slowly walks up the steps and steps between the ropes. Once inside the ring, he makes his way to the corner and stands on the middle turnbuckle. He slides his finger slowly across his throat, in a sign of pending dismembering of his foe. Kota follows his partner into the ring and paces slowly in the corner, slowly removing his tribal island wear.]

Chester: Fans this next event is set for 1 fall and the winning team will advance to the War Games main event to represent SWAT Northeast!! Introducing at a combined weight of 665 pounds, first..accompanied by his long time manager and confidant Reginald Packer..he comes to us from Atlanta Ga..he is the current UCW Xtreme Champion and former Hardkore World 6 man tag team champion..he is Legacyyyyy!!!!!!

[Heel pop!

Chester: His partner comes to us from The islands, he is a former SWAT Statewide champion and a former Hardkore World 6 man tag team champion.. also represented by Mr Packer..he is Kotaaaaaaaa!!!!!!

[The crowd continues to boo.]

Tucker: And look at how innocent they act!! As if nothing is wrong...what assholes!!

Fulton: Hang on Tucker..if you were paying attention, you'd have seen Legacy HAD his trademark axe handle in his hand when he came out here... look... I can see it from here. Don't go pointing the finger just yet!!

Tucker: Andy... I hate to break this to you, but Home Depot sells them things by the ASS LOAD!! You think he only has one??

Fulton: I'm just stating the facts based on what I see.

["The Way I Am" starts playing over the PA as the crowd awaits Sasso & Christiansen. Several seconds pass and the crowd begins to boo. Legacy, Kota and Packer all look towards the entrance as a SWAT agent makes his way down the aisle to the ring.]

Tucker: This doesn't look good. We may not have a match here tonight, and IMAGINE what that means... the H.o.P has everything to GAIN here and NOTHING to lose... let's listen as Chester and the ref are done talking.

Chester: Fans, I have just been informed that due to unforeseen circumstances... Brian Sasso & Jake Christiansen will NOT be able to compete tonight..

Fulton: They're using this as a cop out??? What wimps!!!

Chester: Therefore..the referee has deemed this match be awarded to the House of Pain by FORFEIT!!!

[The crowd boos like hell.]

Chester: Your winners and ADVANCING to the War Games main event..Legacy and Kotaaaa!!!!!!

[The duo raise their arms in victory as Packer smiles a smug smile. They slowly exit the ring as the crowd continues to boo them.]

WAR GAMES MAIN EVENT
SWAT North East
Terry Masters
Jay Williams
The House of Pain
??

VS

SWAT Mid South
Jason Birmingham
Brock Sisson
?
?

[SWAT Team]

[We cut backstage to yet another promo by – wait, it’s not Frostbite this time! It’s Shawn Reyes and Keith Hennigan, and in the foreground their trainer Raymond “The Matador” Hernandez. Shawn and Keith are training, practicing holds on each other with more viciousness than seems prudent given that there big title match is coming up soon.]

RH: Is this it, Happy Faces? It’s been what, two months now, and you two couldn’t show your big cartoony faces once? And here I thought after beating my boys you were actually an elite tag team. I see now that it was just a fluke. What happened to respecting those belts? What happened to your unique brand of comedy? Disgusting.

You know what the real joke is, boys? It’s two clowns who go around winning belts, driving in golf carts and mocking everyone else, and then when they feel the heat of actually being champions they take off. I’m sure you’ve left a trail of tarnished title belts in your wake. Well don’t worry. After beating you from pillar to post, if you even show up, my boys will pick the SWAT North American Tag Team Titles off the ground, shine them up real nice, and show the world what real champions are made of. You should watch, you could learn something from it.

[With a knowing smirk, Hernandez turns back to his pupils to give them some more instruction. Fade to black.]

[SWAT Team]

Tucker: Well fans, I hear we’re seeing a lot of activity outside, which can only mean one thing...

Fulton: The garbage that IS SWAT Backyard has converged on Kyle Field to bring down the quality of the product, disgracing the good name of Rick Owens, with the ill conceived Vile “Vince” Viper memorial cup!

Tucker: Of course, even when SWAT organized an outdoor venue, they couldn’t coax the backyard contingent into the stadium, so we’re going to head out to the parking lot.

Fulton: We are?

Tucker: Well, a camera crew is... did you want to head outside to call it?

Fulton: You couldn’t pay me...

[Out in the parking lot, some SWAT fans have organized a tail gating party. Fans of North East and South West having drinking contests, while Midwest fans look out of place, and Texas fans mingle with all of them. Mixing in with the fans, are every low end, potentially dangerous INDY worker in North America. Not just the SWAT Backyard roster, but every low life who’s just itching for a Northeast contract. In between stealing the fans beer, the workers pull numbers out of a box... entrant order... there’s a ring in the middle of the parking lot. Looks like it might fall over. ...They know there order, but there is zero structure... who’s running this thing? A small shrine has been set up next to the ring for Vile “Vince” Viper. Oh right, the promoter died...]

Voice: Excuse me...

[All eyes turn to the Winnebago at ringside. Standing on top of the motor home is current SWAT BACKYARD heavyweight champion, and all around nice guy, Marduk the Magnificent. Next to him, Adrian Tanner’s sidekick Brandon is setting up a VCR to a flat screen television. Brandon hits play on the VHS tape, to show a countdown screen... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... yeah, that’ll work. Brandon gives Marduk the thumbs up, who proceeds to address the crowd with a bullhorn.]

Marduk <sad smile>: Thank you all for coming... as you know my brother Vince passed away on the last Northeast show <lowering voice> ...saving the world from aliens, but losing backyard in the process... <boisterous again> his LAST wish was for us to run a royal rumble in his memory. He wanted to give the young men he’d come to love like children, ONE more chance to shine on a world stage. So tonight... for the Vile “Vince” Viper memorial cup, VACANT SWAT ultimate title, a cheque for ALL the money he owed the winner, and a contract with SWAT Northeast... we are going to RUMBLE! <yay!> ...And since no SWAT official wants to touch this with a ten foot pole, we might as well start without them...

[Marduk sits down in a lawn chair, perfect view of the ring from the top of his motor home, the SWAT B heavyweight champion hangs onto his bullhorn so he can run commentary. Pulling out a blow horn, Brandon hits play on the VCR...]

Marduk: Here we go...

5... 4... 3... 2... 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[BLOW HORN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Marduk: ...and our first entrant is... AUDREY 2!!!

[The wrestlers forming the upper and lower mouths jump up on the pot’s shoulders to stand above the crowd. GIANT Tentacle, RIGHT tentacle, and BIG tentacle, then proceed to hoist POT up in the air... forming a pyramid that stands a good twenty feet over the crowd. A dozen guys dressed as vines follow this hulking performance art tribute to the musical Little Shop of Horrors, shoving drunken fans out of the way. The eighteen man movie monster hops into the ring, which creeks under their weight.]

Marduk: Not quite sure how Audrey 2 justifies entering as one person, instead of eighteen... wait... here come the roots... twenty men. We aren’t started yet, and already the ring is full to capacity. Still, not trying to take away, they’re all VERY TALENTED young men. I wouldn’t want to be their opponent...

[Brandon hits the rewind button, waits a second, then hits play again...]

5... 4... 3... 2... 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[BLOW HORN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

[Moderately decent pop!]



Marduk: Oh ho... Now there is a man with a lot of sordid history with Audrey 2, drawing the number 2, LEFT TENTACLE!!!

[Also dressed as a giant slimy tentacle, the former SWAT Twinstar champion uses his suckers to slap a few hands on his way down to the ring.]

Marduk: The former SWAT Ultimate champion was one of the breakout stars of the Backyard organization, and this TALENTED YOUNG MAN had to be considered a STRONG favourite, but drawing such an early number, against his arch nemesis no less? What are the odds! LEFT Tentacle started out his career as a member of the Audrey 2 collective, but won the Barry Malone memorial... standing out as a singles star while leaving his partners to wallow in mediocrity...

RIGHT Tentacle: Will you shut up?

[All the wrestlers, and large crowd, turn to the Winnebago... right... Marduk is using a bullhorn to call this, they can hear EVERYTHING. Before the audience can turn on your favourite announcer, Marduk pulls out a cowbell, ringing it frantically.]

DING!DING!!DING!!!

Marduk: And there’s the bell... LEFT Tentacle being surrounded by the vines, trash talking with the Upper and Lower mouth.

Upper Mouth: Resistance is futile---------!

[One of his fists shooting out of a sucker on the outfit, LEFT Tentacle SUCKER PUNCHES the Upper mouth, knocking one of the costume’s teeth out. Lower Mouth swings with a hard right, but LEFT Tentacle catches the fist, and falls back, pulling Lower Mouth forwards into the Roots. Jumping up to his feet, LEFT Tentacle turns to the camera with a cocky smile... it’s short lived as a dozen VINES jump on top of him, kicking the shit out of the Backyard rising star.]

Marduk: Some valiant offense by Tentacle, but the numbers just weren’t with him...

*BUMP*

Marduk: What are you doing here?

[The camera pans over to the Winnebago to find SWAT Midwest Superstar “Handsome” Henry setting up a lawn chair of his own. Sitting his perfect body down in it, Henry slowly pulls out a bull horn of his own, almost modelling it, before turning the obtrusively loud device towards Marduk – answering the question for all to hear.]

Henry: Can you BELIEVE that Midwest didn’t send any representation for this show? How is it supposed to be a SUPERCARD if SWAT’s top draw isn’t working it?

Marduk: Well... Midwest isn’t here for a reason...

Henry <evidently unaware of the closure>: What the hell is that supposed to mean? Midwest should be here... well... not the rest of those losers... not Copycat... but a talent of my calibre deserves to be here. I don’t know who Rick Owen is, but I’d DARE SWAT to find a wrestler that could make the memorial cup look good holding it.

Marduk: Why don’t you try to go for Vile’s Memorial Cup?

Henry: And win a contract with Northeast... I’m loyal to destroying Midwest, thank you. Why aren’t you trying for Vile’s Memorial Cup?

Marduk: Well, I already have a job. I’m enjoying my time over at Notorious wrestling... since I’m happily employed; I’m not going to steal the opportunity from one of these fine, good, talented young men.

5... 4... 3... 2... 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[BLOW HORN!!!!!!!!!!!!]


#3 - BIG BOOT

[At the make-shift entranceway, one of the production assistants – Jimmy the Page – places BIG BOOT at the edge of the flimsy curtains. The inanimate object having drawn the third spot in this rumble, watches vacantly from the entrance.]

Marduk: It looks like BIG BOOT is coming in at number three and LEFT Tentacle could use the help...

Henry: Not that any of Audrey 2 have noticed him.

Marduk: No. Here I thought BIG BOOT was just an inanimate object that happened to manage the DINGO EATING BABIES... but he’s trying to make it as a singles wrestler, and giving it his all. What a talented, ambitious piece of foot apparel... his never say die attitude can inspire us all!

Henry: Get a room.

Marduk: Hmm... Big Boot showing no signs of rushing down to the ring, perhaps my praise was too soon. LEFT Tentacle clearing that pile-up... reminds of a Japanese cartoon... never mind.

Henry: Upper mouth barking orders at the Vines... also unaware of LEFT Tentacle BEING IN THE NORTHERN CORNER OF THE RING.

[Paying attention to the bullhorn commentary, Upper Mouth nods to Henry for the assistance, while BIG Tentacle charges over at an annoyed looking LEFT Tentacle. Speaking forwards, LEFT Tentacle knocks BIG off his feet... grabbing the legs, LEFT Tentacle starts spinning...]

Marduk: EVERYONE DIES GIANT SWING!!!

Henry: So Left Tentacle only knows like... two wrestling holds?

Marduk: But he does them well! The rest of Audrey 2 trying to rush LEFT Tentacle, but he bats them aside... using BIG Tentacle like a weapon! One of the ROOTS sent flying... and there’s the other!

Henry: Now does LEFT Tentacle have to eliminate every member... or do the lesser parts even count as eliminations?

Marduk: Well we have security walking them to the back------ and 2 VINES get sent flying! Security doing a good job of keeping the eliminated players out of the ring, impressively so given the questionable state of our “ringside.”

Henry: I’m getting nauseous just watching them...

Marduk: LEFT Tentacle does spin around with that Giant Swing more than any other wrestler...

Henry: Yeah, I was talking about the spinning.

Marduk: Another Vine knocked out... and LEFT Tentacle finally letting go... OUT GOES BIG TENTACLE, KNOCKING ANOTHER VINE WITH HIM!!!

Henry: The former ULTIMATE champion whittling down the members of Audrey 2... but he still has a LONG way to go.

[...LEFT Tentacle falls back in!]

Marduk: LEFT Tentacle almost falling out of the ring, that was a close one! No longer cowering away from the giant swing, the rest of Audrey 2 go back to their gang beating! BIG BOOT shows no signs of helping.

5... 4... 3... 2... 1!!!!!!!!!!

[BLOW HORN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


#5 - She Ra Princess of Power's KOWL

[The crowd wants to disappear as the second freelancer shows up out of the makeshift “backstage.” It’s nothing against KOWL but the fans didn’t like She Ra Princess of Power in the first place...]

Marduk: The Vines running away as “Chief” John Razorback chases them around the ring with his tomahawk. What a beast! Drawing number five is KOWL... who may look like a reject from an eighties children’s cartoon, but don’t let that fool you... he’s a very talented young man...

Henry: You said the same thing about Razorback!

Marduk: ...I mean well.

[Kowl has barely entered the ring, when Razorback scalps the Hasbro Hero... to a thunderous ovation from the jaded crowd. Grabbing the bloody pink thing, Razorback heaves it out of the ring into the audience, who tear the critter apart.]

Henry: Kowl getting eliminated in record time!

[Razorback charges towards some Vines who quickly jump out over the top rope to avoid mutilation. One Vine remains. LEFT Tentacle tries to stay as far away from Razorback as possible, but notices how empty the ring is feeling. Back peddling, LEFT Tentacle staggers into a cowering RIGHT Tentacle... his former partner. The two men look at each other for a moment, then exchange a nod...]

Marduk: A chokeslam sends the last VINE flying... and... what’s this? It looks like LEFT Tentacle is reuniting with RIGHT Tentacle... these two were the best of friends before LEFT’s singles success. Could they put aside their bitter rivalry to get the job done?

Henry: HA! Not likely.

Marduk: Could even Razorback stand up to their combined might?! NO! Together they can do anything... and there they are, charging forwards, growing as people... DOUBLE CLOSELINE!!!

[...]

Henry: No sold!

[Well, the audience was behind it for half a second.]

RIGHT Tentacle: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Marduk: ...Right Tentacle SCALPED by the Chief.

Marduk: The last of Audrey 2 has been eliminated! LEFT Tentacle bleeding from the nose, and worse still, left in the ring ALONE with that brute.

[Razorback flashes Marduk a dirty look, not caring for his descriptive, before turning his attention towards LEFT Tentacle. Tentacle tears up, looking at the state of his former friend on the floor... balling up a sucker, LEFT gets back up on his feet. As Razorback moves in for the kill, the VCR starts its countdown once more...]

5... 4... 3... 2... 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[BLOW HORN!!!!!!!!!!!!]


#6 - "Bigamist" Jonathan Smith



Marduk: I can’t watch-----------JONATHAN SMITH SWINGING BIG BOOT KNOCKS THE TOMAHAWK OUT OF RAZORBACK’S HAND!!!!!! Even if you don’t like his life choices, and find them reprehensible, you have to give it up for the Bigamist, a talented man putting Razorback in his place!

Henry: Smith? This is BIG BOOT’s show.

[The Bigamist brings the boot down into Razorback’s face, forcing the monster to let go of Tentacle. Another BOOT SMASH is no sold, as Razorback knocks Smith off with a headbutt. Diving backwards, Razorback reaches out for his tomahawk... falling just short, as LEFT Tentacle hangs onto his leg.]

Marduk: Razorback scrambling for his weapon, but Tentacle keeping him at bay... stiff kick knocks Tentacle off, as the Chief again goes for his deadly weapon.

Henry: Razorback has it--------no, Smith with that BIG BOOT knocking it out of Razorback’s hand, this time sending it out into the crowd! What a great souvenir for some lucky fan...

Marduk: Smith charging forwards with BIG BOOT, but Razorback rolls under... TAKES TENTACLE’s head off with a closeline... jumps into the ropes... rebounds off... springboard kneedrop-----NO! Smith catches him with a dropkick! Razorback sent flying... no... caught his balance!

[The Panar Leopard Express join hands, running forwards with a double closeline... which is no sold! Left Tentacle tries to get under Razorback, only to get knocked off with a kneelift. Smith tries to go for a hiptoss, only to get battered back with a elbowsmash. Another elbowsmash keeps Tentacle off... and another for Smith... Tentacle... Smith...]

Marduk: Razorback fighting away from the ropes, batting off his competition...

Henry: Smith tosses BIG BOOT at him!

Marduk: Razorback CATCHES Big Boot-------------DOUBLE DROPKICK!!!

! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

[The crowd explodes as Smith and Tentacle double dropkick the boot straight into Razorback’s face, the force sending the racist character falling backwards over the top rope.]

Marduk: CHIEF JOHN RAZORBACK HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!

Henry: ...and he took Big Boot with him.

Marduk: Heroic sacrifice by Boot helped SWAT Backyard’s favourite tag team take the monster out!

[Incensed, Razorback RIPS Big Boot in half... can I get a Big Boot Memorial royal rumble?! Jumping up on the apron, The Chief tries to re-enter, only to be dragged down by security. Razorback punches a few, but is finally overwhelmed by the numbers, security escorting him away from the ring. Rather than wrestle, Smith and Tentacle just watch the outside talent being led away...]

Marduk: Ever the poor sport, we can only hope that the other freelance talent conduct themselves in a more professional manner.

Henry: <snort>

VCR: 5... 4... 3... 2... 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[BLOW HORN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


#7 - Bad Boy

[The crowd jeer as Bad Boy steps out of the back. The leader of YEAH Boyz sneers, evidently livid at his early number... why do bad things happen to good people? Someone throws a bottle at the contemptuous heel, who catches it and promptly throws it back. The bottle shatters as it hits the little girl’s face. Bad Boy seems pleased with himself... then looks in the ring... two against one... and they don’t seem as amused at the girl being assaulted. Damn.]

Marduk: BAD BOY is out next... alone in the ring with the former tag champions, you can’t like his odds. ...But if anyone can do it, it’s this FINE, TALENTED, YOUNG MAN!

Henry: Oh sure, against these two morons, Bad Boy won’t break a sweat!

Marduk: ...But taking his sweet time making it down the aisle... wait... what is RAZORBACK doing?

[Up on the makeshift ramp, “Chief” John Razorback starts to do a RAIN DANCE!]

Marduk: What a sore sport! He doesn’t win, so he tries to make it rain... wait... we’re in an outdoor venue! SOMEBODY STOP HIM!

[...]

Henry: I think Big Boot’s on it.

[ZOOM IN: BIG BOOT lying in pieces...]

Marduk: Do you think he can make it in time?

[THUNDERCLAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

[LIGHTNING FLASHES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

[...here comes the rain.]

Marduk: No! ...We need to cover up the camera equipment, we aren’t set-up for this... we’ll send it back inside, and be back shortly fans...

[Our last shot sees Bad Boy finally enter the ring, tossing salt in Jonathan Smith’s face, before charging at Tentacle...]

[SWAT Team]

On Camera

The camera can be seen catching up with Troy Poole, who is just arriving at the arena, seemingly pissed about something. He stops when he hears the running and turns around.

Camera: Troy, arriving a bit late aren’t you?

Troy: Well you tell that to the stupid airline I had to fly here from British Columbia. We had to land in Calgary because of some landing gear problem, but I’m here now for my match. What do you want?

Camera: Well the last few weeks you haven’t said a word to Washburn about tonight and we were I guess wondering why.

Troy rolls his eyes as if he’s dealing with imbeciles but he sets down his bag.

Troy: You want to know why I haven’t said anything to Washburn? Because you see I learned a long time ago, and the hard way, that sometimes leaping off the cliff can land you in the middle of a pack of wolves. That if I go off on my opponent about him and his supposed flaws that they throw it all back in my face. So I’ve learned to bide my time, but it seems just like so many other opponents I’ve faced lately that Washburn has taken the silent road or hell, for all I know won’t show up. I keep getting opponents who say they want to face me but when reality sinks in, when they get that chance, then do they realize just who they are facing. I’m one of the finest trained wrestlers in this business, a man who has forgotten more then a lot of these snot nose rookies have forgotten, and finally people are going “you know, maybe I should have shut up”.

As for Washburn, maybe he realized he can’t be in this match because he could jeopardize his future with his family. Before you ask what I mean by that, I mean maybe he’s realizing that he could end up so battered that he never wrestles again. Given that Miles Washburn was a businessman FIRST and then decided to be a wrestler should tell you something. Where I, on the other hand, am the opposite. I am a wrestler first and a businessman second. While I may be the general manager of another federation I do still wrestle here and to be quite honest I’m tired of opponents who wait forever to say anything. To me they are either scared or in over their heads…or both.

Camera: Fair enough. Have something else to ask you.

Troy: You ever heard of having to warm up for a match?

Camera: It’s simple. There’s a friend….or couple friends of yours also missing and that’s Lynn and Brian Brewster. We know Brian isn’t scheduled to be here tonight, but you have any explanation why the SWAT Women’s champion has not only kept quiet, but hasn’t arrived yet?

Troy: Is it my week to watch either of them? You said it yourself about Brian, he has no business here, and so if he chose to stay home in Savannah, then that’s perfectly acceptable. As for Lynn, the last time we talked was about….two or so weeks ago when she had a match in that fed I help run and she made no mention of not showing up at SWAT or anything of the nature. So maybe you should be running around here trying to find her, or find out why she’s running late. Maybe she had a family emergency, but then assholes like you and the fans don’t give two shits about things like that do you? Us first, and fuck everyone else. Well I’ll say it now, the first person who wants to bitch that maybe, and remember I’m only guessing here, but maybe Lynn had to put her family first can come talk to me and I’ll give them a beating they won’t soon forget for even thinking that type of shit. You got me?

Camera: Certainly. I …..I’ll go see if we can find her.

Troy: When you do, come let me know. Meanwhile I got a match to get ready for.

Troy walks off as the cameraman scampers away to find out any information about the missing SWAT Women’s champion.

[SWAT Team]

"Freak" by James Labrie hits the PA. Two gold spotlights shine on the center of the stage as BRIGHT white lights circle through the crowd in a strobe effect, in synch with the music as TY&R, Andre Alexander Young and Ryan "Rocket" Abrahms step out onto the stage. Ryan, always full of energy, bouncing across both sides of the stage while AAY stands front in the center of the gold lights. At 1:47 seconds, he raises his arms in the air, and gold sparks explode from the tron, showering him in gold. He angrily shouts at Ryan to follow as they make their way down the ramp. They get both climb on the apron, and AAY forces Ryan to hold the ropes open for him. AAY enters and they both head to opposite corner, Ryan more enthusiastic that AAY is....

Chester; This event is set for 1 fall and it is a War Games qualifying match. Introducing first...they come to us from Las Cruces, New Mexico and Milwaukee, Wisconsin, they weigh in at a combined 455 pounds..they are accompanied by Melody Abrams..they are Andre Alexander Young, Ryan "Rocket" Abrahms...The Young & The Reckless!!!

Tucker: The Young and The Reckless...looking to advance to the Main Event tonight for the Rick Owen Cup. They didnt exactly draw the toughest 2 guys in SWAT here.

Chester: Theyre opponents, already in the ring..The Alley Cats 1 &2!!

Fulton: Referee Jeff Rakes says we're ready as the bell sounds. I guess its Alley Cat 1 starting off, do we have ANYTHING on these fellas? I know theyre part of Playbox Inc. but aside from that...anyway...#1 and Ryan "Rocket" Abrahms start off, Abrahms with a side headlock, 1 sends him to the ropes, Shoulderblock takes 1 down, Abrahms off the far side, 1 tries a leapfrog, but Ryan puts on the brakes and connects with a spinning heel kick, then follows with a DDT!! 1 is down already, Ryan right on his man, lifts him to his feet, sets his man, snap suplex takes 1 over hard to the mat. #2 quickly enters the ring, Ryan sidesteps an attempted clothesline and connects with a beautiful Dragonrana!!

Tucker: Ryan taking on both Cats here, #1 charges from behind, Ryan grabbing the head, drives 1 into the corner, Ryan off the far corner..Top rope wheelbarrow kick takes #1 down..Both Cats are down as Ryan pumps the crowd up!! Ryan has the match well in hand as the Cats regroup on the outside. Young tags in as #1 rolls back inside, Young sending him to the ropes, Spinebuster!! Young may have it here..cover..

Referee Jeff Rakes:
1.....
2.....

Fulton:1 escapes just in time as Young brings him to his feet, backing hi to the corner, European Uppercuts staggering him, Young follows with a pair of Kicks to the ribs, neckbreaker by Young..covers his man again...

Referee Jeff Rakes:
1.....
2.....

Tucker: # 2 quickly in to make the save..Young sends #1 out to the floor as Ryan and #2 hook it up..Young joining them, #2 being double teamed in the corner..#1 down on the floor, Melody yelling insults..I guess..at him. WOW!! #2 taken down by the Cosmic Treadmill..#2 may be..wait..Andrew...look!!

Fulton: Thats..is it..it is..thats that Sheik guy!! Hes out here, Melody doesnt see him, hes walking towards her..this is a little..NOW she sees him!! Sheik is saying something to her, does she speak Arab?

Tucker: I dont kow but theyre having SOME kind of conversation...the ref didnt count the pin, Abrahms had #2 covered, but the ref was trying to keep... Abrahms quickly out to the floor,hes getting between Melody and the Sheik here. Sheik smiling, offering his hand in friendship.

Fulton: Everytime they do that the price of Unleaded goes up!! Young reaches through the ropes, grabs Sheik by the turban, pulls him to the apron..Sheik catches him in the face with an elbow..Young staggers back..#2 with a roll up..

Referee Jeff Rakes:
1.....
2.....
3 !!!

Chester: Here are your winners, advancing to War Games..Alley Cats 1&2 !!!

Tucker: This is unreal!! The Alley Ctas barely got any offense in at all!! Young and Abrahms had the match won..The Sheik was NOT here to help the Alley Cats, Im certain, but he accidentally did and now the Alley Cats are in the War Games!!

Fulton: Young and Abrahms are beside themselves!! The Alley Cats are stunned, theyre hugging..this is a HUGE win for them!! The Sheik is absolutely enraged out here!! He DID NOT mean for the Cats to win Im sure. This has to be another chapter in his feud with Playbox Inc and their boss Tum Tum. Ok..lets go to the SWATron..we see the updated teams for our main event.


WAR GAMES MAIN EVENT
SWAT North East
Terry Masters
Jay Williams
The House of Pain
??

VS

SWAT Mid South
Jason Birmingham
Brock Sisson
The Alley Cats 1&2
?