Homecoming 2016

[SWAT Team]

Get Free by the Vines blares and the shot zooms over a jam packed Dandenong Basketball Stadium. Fans are going wild and jumping around for the return and Homecoming of SWAT to Australia.

Jeremy Tucker : Welcome to SWAT!! Welcome to Australia! Welcome to HOMECOMINGGGGGG

Andrew Fulton : Welcome to my show SWAT Fans!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Your show?

Andrew Fulton : Damn straight my show! Why else you think all these unwashed are clamouring

Jeremy Tucker : I would most likely say to see the great SWAT Wrestlers we have on show for everyone tonight! SWAT has a storied history in this country and this here very arena!

Andrew Fulton : Blah blah. A storied history of me entertaining the half wits while the grunts roll around in the ring.

Jeremy Tucker : (ignoring Fulton now) What a show we have lined up for you all tonight SWAT Fans! THree singles matches featuring the in ring return of CSK! And a huge main event 6 man tag with Kilroy, Marcus White and Syberus going up against the team of Daniel Collins, Faust and Timeless Alex Turner.

Andrew Fulton : Now we are talking, Turner is indeed that, Timeless, what a prospect! And how about them controversial comments from Marcus White in the pre show interview he held, did you hear his confession of he and his team mates Jerry?

Jeremy Tucker : I saw it, WOWEE is all i can say to that. Did you see the looks on Kilroys and Syb's faces as the shot faded .....

Andrew Fulton : Timeless it was Jerry! TIMELESS!

Frank Salazar : This match is one fall. First from Mason City, Iowa….this is Nasty Ned Champers!!

A spot light shines on a phone booth standing in the middle of the entranceway. Smoke starts to fill the phone booth as “Headstrong” by Trapt starts playing. When the chorus hits blue pyro falls from the ceiling onto the phone booth. Red pyro blasts from where the phone booth was. When the Smoke dissipates the phone booth is destroyed. “This Just got Nasty” Rolls across the Aussie-Tron. As the Crowd realizes who it is they all start to cheer.

Crowd- Ned Ned Ned Ned

The Spotlight now pans to the top of the Tron where a man stands starring down Alex Turner with his arms crossed. The Crowd just goes nuts for everyone’s favorite crime fighting wrestler. The man walks off the SWAT-tron to that’s right nothing he is floating in the air. The man starts moving closer to the ring. As he gets closer to the ring the lights turn back on to reveal Ned Chambers floating along to the ring.

Frank Salazar : And his opponent, from Chicago…..Eric Herrera!!!

The bell rings and the match begins. The two men circle each other and finally Ned charges at Herrera, but Herrera steps aside at the last second, and Ned collides with the turnbuckle. Herrera moves in, taking Ned by the hand, and then driving Ned’s face into the mat. Herrera steps back and allows Ned to get to his feet. Ned is angry and charges at Herrera again, but once more Herrera sidesteps aside. However Ned anticipates this and dives, tackling Herrera to the mat. Herrera manages to fight Ned off, but not before Ned drives his elbow into Herrera’s nose, and now blood is pouring out of Ned’s nose. But Herrera manages to remain on the attack, and drives a right hand to the throat. Ned stumbles but quickly regains his footing and his senses and throws a blow of his own to the throat. This knocks Herrera off his feet and Ned goes for a cover.

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2…..

Before the count reaches three, Herrera manages to get up using the ropes. Ned seems to be stalking Herrera but Herrera runs at Ned and lands an elbow to the face dropping Ned once again. Ned slowly gets his wits about him and when Herrera turns around Ned nails Herrera with an enzugiri that takes Herrera down. Ned starts posing for the crowd as Rain Herrera to his feet. Herrera stands his ground waiting for Ned to turn around. When Ned finally does Herrera nails Ned with an enzugiri of his own. He follows this up with an elbow strike to the face, and several open handed blows. Herrera allows Ned to get up, and Ned thinks he’s going to take advantage of this and repeats his moves that he started out the match with. After Ned bounces off the second turnbuckle Herrera throws Ned against the ropes but when Ned comes back to Herrera, Herrera catches Ned with a dropkick. Herrera goes for the Eye of the Storm….and nails it! He covers Ned…..

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3….!!!!

Frank Salazar : Your winner…..Eric Herrera

Jeremy Tucker : An impressive and solid win by Rain, solid performance.

Andrew Fulton : Looked like he just phoned it in to me, both these guys need to lift there game if they think they can ave any future here in my company/

Jeremy Tucker : Your show ….

Jeremy is interrupted as a cheer rises up from the crowd as a hooded figure appears. Rain sees the figure coming so he jumps out of the ring but Ned is barely moving. The figure gets in the ring and lands a kick in Ned’s stomach and Ned rolls over so his back is exposed. The mysterious person lands another kick, this time to the back, knocking Ned down once more. The figure pulls Ned up and sends into the ropes and catches him in a belly to belly suplex that lays Ned out completely. The figure looks down and the camera catches a slight glimpse at the bottom part of the figure’s face and they seem to be looking down at Ned in disgust. He looks up and sees security coming, so the figure jumps the railing and disappears into the crowd.

Jeremy Tucker : ….who the hell was THAT?

Andrew Fulton : I don’t know if it’s someone who has a beef with Ned or just someone trying to make a point to the rest of SWAT. Either way, and whoever they are, the roster better learn to grow eyes in the back of their heads.

Jeremy Tucker : Indeed. This kind of thing won’t be tolerated for long.

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker : Welcome back folks, coming up next, we have CSK going up against Tong Fairtex, this one I have been looking forward too.

Andrew Fulton : Christian is a stone cold killer, this could be over in a matter of minutes.

Jeremy Tucker : Tong is not to be underestimated Fulton, he had a great SWAT career in our earlier runs and its great he has jumped back in with us.

Andrew Fulton : Yeah, yeah. We’ll see how great it is for him when he steps in the ring with the Harbinger of Death Kennedy!

The lights go out with a spotlight dimming on center stage. CSK is shown with his back facing everone and his arms spread out. Black lights are used in the arena until getting into the ring. He turns around and dumps a golden chalice filled with some strange liquid over the top of his head. It's considered his holy water.

Frank Salazar : INTRODUCING FIRST, COMING IN AT 6’4 & 245 POUNDS … HAILING FROM THE HOLLYWOOD HILLS …. CHRISTIAN_SEBASTION_KENNEDY!!!!

UFC Remix plays as Tong Fairtex comes to the ringside accompanied by his brother, Phantam Fairtex. He does a brief dance before going to each corner to say a brief prayer before going to his corner jumping up and down slapping his body, chest and face glaring as he is introduced and his brother is in his corner talking and psyching him up as he also gives him instructions.

Frank Salazar : AND INTRODUCING HIS OPPONENT ….. COMING IN AT 6’0 & 235 POUNDS …. TONG FAIRTEX!!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Here we go folks, two very different styles here, Fairtex the mixed martial artist and Kennedy the power brawler risk taker.

The bells rings and the two men go to hook up, CSK with a right hand fist to the face of Fairtex, and then another, Fairtex is rocking, he evades the third shot and goes for a kick to CSK but CSK catches his leg and leg drags him to the mat, dropping an elbow to the floored Fairtex, CSK then picks up Fairtex and delivers a gut wrench suplex.

Andrew Fulton : CSK on top early here, what did I tell you Jerry, this one could be over in a matter of moves.

Jeremy Tucker : CSK drops down and locks Fairtex in a cross face, but Tong counters it escaping and locks in a PHSF!

(Tong applies an STF and turns onto his back and continues to apply relentless pressure rocking back and forth until opponent taps or submits)

Andrew Fulton : CSK counters this breaking the hold and hip tosses Tong over the top rope.

Jeremy Tucker : CSK quickly heading to the top turnbuckle, he is a risk taker folks, MOONSAULT LEGDROP TO THE OUTSIDE!!! NAILED IT!!

Andrew Fulton : CSK rams the face of Tong into the steel ringpost, then slides him back into the ring.

Jeremy Tucker : CSK with a cover … 1 ……………. 2 ………… kick out by Tong.

CSK is irritated and glares at the ref, then whips Tong to the ropes and swings around meeting him with a discuss elbow smash

Andrew Fulton : CSK slams Fairtex to the mat and he is going up top again Jerry!

Jeremy Tucker : He sure is, CSK perches his 6’4 frame up on the top rope, the fans giving him a serve and he glares at them as if they are beneath him.

Andrew Fulton : As if they are? They ARE beneath him Jerry!

Jeremy Tucker : Tong starting to get to his feet, Kennedy took too long up there interacting with the fans …. FLYING NECKBREAKER FROM THE TOP!! CSK is on fire!

Andrew Fulton : He is as good as anyone in the business. Better than.

Jeremy Tucker : We’ll see about that. CSK with another cover 1 ………. 2 ………… kick out but Tong. Man he is resilient.

Andrew Fulton : He is good at taking a beating i guess.

Jeremy Tucker : He is a damn good fighter, and will go a long way here in SWAT, just arriving I don’t know he was quite ready for this match, but he will turn it around.

Andrew Fulton : Not tonight he won’t!

CSK delivers an airplane spin to Tong, then lifts him up, signaling its over.

Jeremy Tucker : CSK looking to end it here.

CSK lifts up tong and plants him with a one handed electric driver.

Andrew Fulton : THE EMPERORS STATEMENT!

Jeremy Tucker : Wow.

Andrew Fulton : Impressive move indeed.

Jeremy Tucker : I’m more astonished you know the name of it.

Andrew Fulton : It says it right here on your notes Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : CSK brushes off his hands arrogantly and covers Tong …… 1 …………… 2 …………..THREE!!! It’s all over. Valiant attempt by Tong but clearly outmatched here this evening.

Andrew Fulton : Valiant attempt? Kennedy wiped the matt with him, just as I predicted he would I’ll gladly remind you Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : (ignoring Fulton) Fairtex will turn it around, im certain of that. Whats next for Kennedy though. After his actions at Rio and brutally attacking new President Rick Owens I must think there will be repercussions heading his way.

Andrew Fulton : Rick would be best advised to take it on the chin like Tong just did and move on or else get even worse. CSK is a brute, a beast, and god help anyone who stands in his way.

Vilify by Device hits and CSK taunts the fans as he celebrates his victory heading to the back.

[SWAT Team]

Rip It Up by 28 days hits as we switch back to the ring. SWAT Owner Paul Soutter is in there wearing a Hawaiian shirt open over the top of a Reginald Packer House of Pain t-shirt with a black arm band around the left arm. There is a lounge suite in the ring and on the SWAT Tron we see doctored footage of Tom Cruise jumping up and down on the couch imposed in the ring. Then more doctored footage showing Rick James / Dave Shappelle on his back stamping his feet on the couch “FUCK_YOUR_COUCH”. Now a shot of Heidi giving Suit a lap dance on the couch.

Soutter : WELCOME TO SUIT’S SUITE!!!

Hello everyone! Tonight is historical and SWAT is reborn and is back here in Melbourne where it started. We’re looking to be the world wide force we were a few years ago, and starting SWAT out is a man who has the drive and know how to get thinks working. I would like to introduce….Troy Poole!!

The arena goes dark and then “Burn in Hell” by Dimmu Borgir plays. A red and blue light flash intermittently and smoke fills the stage. Suddenly, instead of the customary two figures, one figure appears and stands there. At 1 minute, 13 seconds Burn in Hell sounds, and the figure makes his way to the ring. Troy runs at the ring, and slides in the ring and stares at the ramp.

Troy climbs in the ring and shakes hands with Soutter and then takes a seat that is offered to him.

Soutter: Last time Troy people of SWAT saw you, you were the SWAT NorthEast champion, and now you’re back ready to be on the other side of the cameras and such. My question is first, are you really qualified. I mean…the only thing I have seen you do is wrestle.

Troy: I would hope you had done your homework a bit more. Yes I wrestled for 20 years, and yes I walked away from the business but a few years ago I was General Manger of a company, and honestly when the owner let me run it, it ran smooth. We had no issues, we had minimal problems. The minute the owner was back, not only did he destroy everything I had built up but he decided to fire me because he thought I was being “too” fair.

Soutter: So….that lasted what? A couple months.

Troy squirms in his chair but stays quiet.

Soutter: Let’s face it Troy, you think because you wrestled for so long that you can do it now. But let’s move on. You are the first person to step forward and agreed to help to take this company upwards but where are you…..well working.

Troy : After careful consideration I have decided to take over the Rocky Mountain region of SWAT.

Soutter : Which covers?

Troy : Roughly Montana, Wyoming, Colorado, Utah, Idaho and such.

Soutter : And who do you plan on having in this region?

Troy : Right now? Everyone on the SWAT roster. And I hope to soon see one of these people as the Rocky Mountain champion.

Soutter : And what are your feelings on a very touchy subject around SWAT. Question is…well how do you feel about women taking on men?

Troy : Obviously I don’t mind it, given one of my best friends is a woman wrester, but it needs to be a relative even match. While I can agree that a woman say….5 ft 10 inches tall, maybe weighs 175 pounds should be allowed to face guys not a huge amount bigger than them. I do take exception of these ladies who are maybe all of 5 foot 2 and weighing 100 pounds and they think they can defeat a male wrestler who is 6 ft 4 and weigh 260. There is a line where you have to stop and say “ok wait a minute” and I know that my friends would….or should agree with me.

Soutter : But are you sure they will appreciate that for the time there is a definite line that says men will only take on men and…

Troy : The line is very definite. Now if the higher ups of SWAT say that’s changing, I’ll be the first one to agree. But I’ve seen matches that the sides are very uneven and these itty bitty girls are being destroyed by monsters. We’re talking guys who make me look like an Oompa Loompa. Some of these girls are just way too small to take on 7 foot 3 monsters.

Soutter : Besides the fact you will be crowning a champion soon and that for now you won’t be doing intergender matches what else do you have hopes for?

Troy : That we lead the way. That what I’m envisioning for the Rocky Mountain region all the other regions, as they open, will see us as a perfect example of what to do.

Soutter : Now I have my personal feelings about what happened after our opening match but what are your thoughts?

Troy : My thoughts? My thoughts is that someone is a coward and is hiding their face because they know if they show themselves to me I’ll break their back over my knee. I don’t stand for cowards and if whoever attacked Ned wants to be working for me, they WILL show everyone who they are.

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker: Up next we have what could either be a barn burner of a match, or a small cab driver being ripped apart and eaten by a pissed off 7-foot monster.

Andrew Fulton: That's implied racism AND cannibalism!

Jeremy Tucker: ...I said nothing about either of their races, Fulton.

Andrew Fulton: I was talking about Bruno, the big oaf keeps getting in poor Rajiv's way! All the guy's trying to do is make a living!

Jeremy Tucker: You're obvious biases never cease to amaze me, Fulton.

""Generic Bollywood" music hits and Rajiv Khan heads out from the back, he stops at the top of the entrance and looks down on the crowd with disdain and disgust, and snarls at them as he heads to the ring

Frank Salazar: The following contest is set for one fall! Introducing first, from Bombay, India... RAJIIIIV KHAAAAAAN!

"I came to bring the pain!" by Method Man hits and Bruno does a slow walk down towards the ring, slapping hands with the fans on the way. He stops at the edge of the ramp and raises his arms high into the air as pyros shoot off behind him and the crowd roars in approval. He uses one hand to pull himself up onto the apron and then lifts first one leg, then the other over the top rope into the ring, staring daggers at Rajiv the entire time.

Frank Salazar: And his opponent! From the West Coast, he is the WHOLE F'N SHOOOOOOW, BRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNOOOOOO!!!

The ref calls for the bell and Rajiv looks for a lock up but Bruno just shoves him onto his ass. Rajiv runs at Bruno with a clothesline but Bruno just stands there and takes it, flexing his muscles with a smirk as Rajiv bounces off of him. Rajiv backs up and takes a running start looking for a dropkick but Bruno steps to the side and swats him away like a fly.

Jeremy Tucker: You're gonna have to do more than to take the Big Dawg down, kid.

Andrew Fulton: He's just sizing him out, Tucker. You'll see. Rajiv's a man with a plan. Those Indians always are.

Jeremy Tucker: ...Now who's being racist?

Andrew Fulton: Who?

Tucker sighs.

Jeremy Tucker: Nevermind.

Rajiv, frustrated, rolls to his feet and gets another running start. He rushes at Bruno with a mafia kick but Bruno catches him mid-kick, picks him up over his head tosses him over head and behind. Rajiv crashes hard to the mat and the crowd roars with cheers. Bruno yanks him up and presses him with both hands above his own head, posing for the crowd as he basically uses Rajiv for weightlifting practice. During one lift Rajiv frantically reaches down and rakes Bruno's eyes with his fingers- which only pisses the giant off even further and he tosses Rajiv down to the mat as hard as he can while rubbing at his eyes.

Jeremy Tucker: I don't think this guy's gonna be making friends with Bruno any time soon.

Andrew Fulton: Who needs friends when ya got money?

Jeremy Tucker: I don't know, I'd probably want friends while I'm being manhandled by a seven foot giant.

Andrew Fulton: He'll get his, Tucker. Don't worry.

Rajiv, for his part, is quick to his feet once more, showing little fear. He storms up to Bruno, and slaps him in the chest with a normal chop, followed by a karate chop. Bruno just stands there and takes it before mouthing "c'mon, really?" at him. Rajiv throws a savate kick at him, but again Bruno catches the leg. He yanks Rajiv forward and hooks his neck with his hand motioning for a chokeslam!

Jeremy Tucker: Uh oh, I think it's chokeslam time!

Bruno roars as he squeezes Rajiv's throat before lifting him off the mat, but Rajiv rakes his eyes again before managing to use the momentum to land a swift kick right to the side of Bruno's head staggering the giant for the first time in the match!

Andrew Fulton: Ha! What'd I say? There we go!

Jeremy Tucker: One move, Fulton. He got off one move. Let's see if he can keep the momentum going before we declare the new guy the winner.

Bruno staggers backwards from the first kick and Rajiv nails him with a mafia kick to the chest that sends him further backwards leaning against the ropes for support. Rajiv hits the other ropes for speed and rushes at Bruno with all his might with a jumping clothesline that takes both men over the ropes to the floor!

Jeremy Tucker: Ohhhh!

Andrew Fulton: You were saying, Tucker?

Jeremy Tucker: I'm still in the 'wait and see' camp, but this guy's definitely taking it to Bruno now!

Andrew Fulton: Sho' nuff.

Jeremy Tucker: Sho-what?

Andrew Fulton: What?

Another heavy sigh from Tucker. Back to the action, both men get to their feet about the same time. Bruno charges Rajiv but Rajiv manages to duck the giant fist and drop toe hold Bruno sending him head-first into the steel ring steps! Rajiv lays into Bruno with repeated punches and chops and kicks to the side before rolling back into the ring, ordering the referee to count Bruno out.

Jeremy Tucker: Come on, surely he doesn't think that's enough to keep Bruno down!

Andrew Fulton: I sure hope it is!

The referee shrugs but starts counting. He gets to five before Bruno angrily gets to his feet. Rajiv shouts angrily at the referee, then at Bruno, before hitting the opposite ropes once more and diving through the ropes at Bruno with a suicide dive! But Bruno, the wily vet that he is, grabs Rajiv mid-dive. He runs and slams Rajiv hard back-first into the ringpost before letting him crumple to the floor in pain. Bruno roars again and walks over to the one of the tables, throwing all the monitors and equipment out of the way. He pulls Rajiv up into a powerbomb position before slamming him down back-first onto the ring apron. He holds on and pulls him back up then turns around towards the tables powerbombing him right through the one he cleaned off!

Jeremy Tucker: HOLY CRAP!

Andrew Fulton: NOT THE CROATIAN ANNOUNCE TABLE!

Jeremy Tucker: BRUNO BOMB THROUGH THE TABLE!

Andrew Fulton: THAT MONSTER! THOSE ANNOUNCERS HAD FAMILIES, BRUNO!

Jeremy Tucker: They're not dead, Fulton...

Andrew Fulton: No but their table is. That monster...

Bruno drags Rajiv to his feet and rolls him into the ring, rolling in after him. He drops down for the pin.

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2.

-NO foot on the ropes!

Jeremy Tucker: In his haste to finish this thing, Bruno forgets the cardinal rule of wrestling.

Andrew Fulton: Always check the feet placement! Haha, serves him right!

The referee points out Rajiv's foot and sighs and shakes his head. He pulls Rajiv up and sends him hard across the ring into the opposite turnbuckle. Rajiv gets about 3/4's of the way there and crumples to the mat. Bruno shares a look with the referee who backs Bruno up while he goes to check on Rajiv. He helps Rajiv up into the corner, asking if he's okay and he wants to continue, which Rajiv nods yes to. As soon as the referee turns around to signal to Bruno, Rajiv grins evilly at him behind the ref's back. Bruno charges at Rajiv but Rajiv yanks the ref into his path causing the ref to eat a huge boot to the face!

Jeremy Tucker: OH MY GOD!

Andrew Fulton: SEE TUCKER, I TOLD YOU! WHAT A MONSTER!

Jeremy Tucker: It wasn't his fault! Rajiv clearly pulled the ref in his way!

Andrew Fulton: You say tomato' I say 'another life unfairly ended by that cruel monster.'

Bruno looks down at the referee in shock, he doesn't notice Rajiv roll out to the floor and grab a chair from under the ring. Rajiv slides back in and charges for Bruno but the big man sees him coming, swings around and punches the chair out of his hands! Rajiv waving Bruno off, pleading for mercy but there is none to be had at this point. Bruno charges him, taking him down with a huge clothesline, then quickly yanks him back up and sends him flying right back down with an F5!!

Jeremy Tucker: That's it! Rajiv put up a good fight but it's light's out!

Andrew Fulton: But the ref's still out, ya goof.

Bruno makes the cover, the fans loudly count "1! 2! 3!" for him, but it doesn't count because it didn't come from the ref, who Bruno finally notices is still laying on the mat in a heap. He walks over to him and drags him into the corner, trying to will and talk some life into the only man that can legally end this thing. Meanwhile, Rajiv crawls over to the punched away chair, groaning in agony but still alive. He uses the chair to lift himself to his feet, seeing Bruno still preoccupied with the ref. He picks the chair up and rushes Bruno, slamming it down into his back and causing Bruno to slam into the referee, crushing the poor referee between himself and the turnbuckles! The ref crumples back to the mat and Bruno turns around even more angry than before- right into a shot to the head with the chair! Bruno is rocked but he shrugs off the pain. He rushes Rajiv but Rajiv ducks low and jams the end of the chair right into Bruno's knee!

Jeremy Tucker: OW!

Andrew Fulton: That's the way you do it! Do it for your people!

Jeremy Tucker: Fulton!

Andrew Fulton: What? Cab drivers are people too!

Jeremy Tucker: ...

Bruno stumbles around howling in pain from the chair to the knee and Rajiv takes the opportunity to slam the chair into the back of his leg as well! Bruno crumbles to one knee and Rajiv whacks him in the back of the head with the chair before dropping it onto the mat and DDT'ing Bruno face-first into it. Rajiv grabs the chair again and slams it down over and over again into the back of the leg he originally hit. Bruno screams in pain at every shot.

Jeremy Tucker: Oh god! Someone needs to stop this!

Andrew Fulton: The ref's unconscious. Everything's legal!

Jeremy Tucker: That doesn't make it right!

Andrew Fulton: It does in my books!

Rajiv puts the chair down on the mat again, placing it under Bruno's knee. He grabs Bruno's tree-like leg and slams it down repeatedly into the chair, and Bruno howls more in pain. Rajiv just smiles, opening the chair and placing it around Bruno's leg as best he can before he climbs up to the nearest turnbuckle.

Jeremy Tucker: Oh god no, don't do this!

Andrew Fulton: Do it! Do it!

Rajiv jumps with all his might and a sickening sound is heard as he comes down right on the edge of the chair! Bruno screams, thrashing around wildly in pure agony.

Jeremy Tucker: OH GOD! THAT MIGHT'VE BROKEN HIS LEG!

Andrew Fulton: GOOD!

Rajiv pulls the chair off Bruno and shoves it outside the ring as he sees the ref slowly getting to his feet. He shouts out for the ref to hurry before turning Bruno over onto his chest and going for the cover.

1!

2!

NO! BRUNO KICKS OUT!

Jeremy Tucker: How the hell-

Andrew Fulton: I'm with you on this one, Tucker. Stay down you giant oak tree fuck!

Rajiv gets to his feet and shouts at the ref, arguing with him saying it had to be three. Frustrated, he turns back to Bruno to inflict more pain but as he reaches down the big man throttles him by the throat and tosses him as hard as he can sideways through the ropes. Rajiv crashes to the outside. Bruno uses all his might to pull himself to his feet but he can barely stand on the leg. How he's standing at all is a miracle, or just the product of being Bruno. He tries to shake out the pain but that just makes it worse. He tries to walk it off but he only gets a couple steps before his knee threatens to buckle. The ref asks him if he wants to stop but Bruno shouts "NO!" at him. It's at this point that Rajiv rolls back into the ring. Rajiv rushes Bruno but Bruno again grabs him by the throat. He pulls Rajiv closer and nails him with a giant headbutt that sends Rajiv staggering backwards. Bruno shakes off the pain of the headbutt and forces himself off the ropes. He takes a tentative step forward, then another, wincing with every step but still mobile.

He hobbles over to Rajiv and throttles him once more, pulling him to his feet before he can fight back. He roars out at the crowd as he lifts him up once more.

Jeremy Tucker: CHOOOOOKESLAAAAA-NOOOOO!

Andrew Fulton: CHOKESLA-YEEEEEES!

As Bruno goes to lift him for the chokeslam Rajiv flails about and manages to nail a hard kick to the already hurt knee, buckling Bruno over as he drops Rajiv. Rajiv hits the ropes and weighleighs Bruno with a swift mafia kick right to the side of his head! Bruno falls to the mat in a heap. Rajiv goes back over to bruno's leg and stomps on it over and over and over again, the referee shouting at him to stop but to no avail. He turns Bruno back onto his back before once more climbing the nearest turnbuckle. He dives off with a top rope leg drop right onto Bruno's throat!

Jeremy Tucker: Ooooh top rope leg drop! That's gotta be it! Bruno's a soldier but his leg's gotta be broken. Rajiv for the cover!

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2!



3-NO HE KICKED OUT!

Andrew Fulton: STAY DOWN DAMN YOU!

Jeremy Tucker: At this point I'm almost inclined to agree with my broadcast partner. Bruno is a legend and he deserves that status but you have to know when to take the loss and get yourself fixed up. The longer this goes the worse this is gonna get for his leg.

Rajiv shouts angrily at the ref again, screaming that it had to be three this time before getting back to his feet. He turns Bruno back onto his back and hops back onto the turnbuckle, diving off with another leg drop- this time to Bruno's leg! Bruno shouts out in pain but Rajiv doesn't care. He grabs the large tree trunk of a leg again and slams it down with all his might! With an evil grin, he crosses Bruno's legs together in an Indian deathlock!

Jeremy Tucker: SCORN OF CIVILIZATION!

Andrew Fulton: THERE WE GO! PUT THE OLD DOG OUT OF HIS MISERY!

Bruno screams bloody murder but he refuses to give up. He WILL NOT tap to this asshole.

Jeremy Tucker: Bruno will not give up! He's going to do serious damage to his own leg if this doesn't end!

Andrew Fulton: Good, serves him right. That monster.

Bruno keeps fighting. Keeps pushing. Keeps trying his damnedest to pull himself any which way to make a break, or force enough energy out to shove Rajiv off but he just can't. But still he won't tap.

Jeremy Tucker: Bruno come on man, there's pride and then there's just-

Andrew Fulton: Stupidity?

Jeremy Tucker: I wouldn't call Bruno stupid but this is just too much. Stop the match already, ref!

The ref goes to do just that but Bruno reaches out and grabs his foot, shaking his head furiously. Rajiv holds on with all his might and torques the injured leg even harder. Bruno's struggles get weaker and weaker before he drops to the mat, unmoving.

Jeremy Tucker: Oh my god...

Andrew Fulton: ...

The referee looks shocked then immediately calls for the bell. Generic Bollywood music begins to play again as the ref rushes over and forces Rajiv to break the hold. Rajiv stands over Bruno with an evil glare as he forces the referee to raise his hand in victory. The crowd boos mercilessly as he raises his arms high in the air.

Frank Salazar: Here is your winner, RAJIV KHAAAAAN!

Jeremy Tucker: Well there you have it folks. The newcomer taxi driver pulls off a huge win over the veteran Bruno. In a sickening display of violence-

Andrew Fulton: Sickening or no he won, and that's what matters!

The referee forces Rajiv to leave the ring as more referees and EMTS rush in to check on Bruno. Rajiv gloats to the crowd as he slowly makes his way up the ramp. He shouts at them to help him to his feet but they all tell him that's a bad idea. But he's adamant, mouthing something that sounds like 'one last time' to them.

Jeremy Tucker: What? Did he say-

Andrew Fulton: It sounded like he said one last time. Oh boy.

Jeremy Tucker: Oh so now you have sympathy for him!?

Andrew Fulton: Hey I don't like the big goof but even I can't deny how much impact he's had on our part of the sport!

Jeremy Tucker: That was almost touching, Fulton.

Andrew Fulton: I'm a big softie, what can I say?

The referees and medical personnel all look at each other, Bruno shouting 'please!' and they relent and gently, and with a lot of help, they get him up to his feet. The crowd comes unglued, everyone standing out of their seats chanting "BRU-NO! BRU-NO! BRU-NO!"

Jeremy Tucker: The SWAT fans showing their support and love for the Big Dawg here!

Bruno raises his arms as best he can into the air as "I came to bring the pain!" hits again, the crowd never stopping with the cheers and the chanting. The refs and medics gently help Bruno over to the ropes where they somehow load his 7-foot tall self onto a stretcher. Bruno raises one arm high into the air, the other holding onto his knee as they wheel him up the ramp to the back

Jeremy Tucker: That might've been the end of a legend's career but at least he got to go out smiling.

Andrew Fulton: If you call smiling having his leg broken by a taxi driver, then sure.

Jeremy Tucker: ...You're an ass, Fulton.

Andrew Fulton: You wouldn't want it any other way.

Jeremy Tucker: Sometimes, I really would. But nevertheless, we salute you Bruno! Thank you for all the wonderful memories and I for one hope you get better soon!

The crowd continues to chant "BRU-NO" well after he's disappeared into the back with the medics as we cut elsewhere.

[SWAT Team]

[We cut backstage where we find the camera, or someone who the camera is using as a POV, watching a particular clip from one of the promo videos leading up to this show.]

wrote:
You don't blindside and then injure, of ALL PEOPLE, a member of the damn Tanner family!!

Superimposed shot of the pipeline protest which is actually a shot of Woodstock labeled as "Tanner Family Reunion 2016".

Do you have any idea of the floodgates you have opened up on this federation? You take out one Tanner, three more join to take his place and you're hearing Bullet songs and gunshots everywhere, it's pandemonium at it's worst!!

Female voice: Heh.

[The voice might be familiar to some, though its one that hasn't been heard on screen in quite some time. The POV camera shot continues as we move down the hallway. Eventually we stop in front of a door and the camera looks up at the name plate on it.]

[ROCKIN' RICK OWEN.]



Kaycee Young (nee Tanner) : Mister Owen.

Rockin' Rick Owen: Miss Tanner? What a lovely surprise!

[Rick gives that smile that only Rockin Rick can, before offering a warm handshake, Kaycee smiles back and shakes his hand.]

Kaycee: It's actually Young now, but it's definitely nice to see you again.

Rick: Oh really? Congratulations, I hadn't heard! I've... been away for awhile.

Kaycee: Thanks! Hah, you and me both.

Rick: I assume this isn't just a personal call, though? Come on in.

[Kaycee nods and follows Rick inside the office, sitting in the seat across from the desk while he closes the door and sits opposite of her.]

Rick: So what can I do ya for, Mrs. Young?

[He grins.]

Kaycee: Well, Mister Owen, I'm ah... here about Brandon-

Rick: Ah yeah, apologies for what happened last show. Faust got out of hand, but rest assured he's being dealt with.

[Kaycee shakes her head.]

Kaycee: No no, that's alright. You had no idea what that monster was gonna do. And Brandon's a big boy, he knows the risks getting into this. I'm not here for apologies.

Rick: Then what-

Kaycee: I'm here for a job, Mister Owen.

[Rick sits back in his chair, contemplating the interruption and the news.]

Rick: I'd love to have ya back, Kaycee, but we're a little understaffed in the Women's division at the moment...

[Kaycee rubs her chin in thought. She knew that was coming. A small smirk crosses her lips. It's almost like it's genetic.]

Kaycee: Then put me in with the guys.

[Rick's face tenses. He's had this conversation too many times with other talent and he doesn't like it. He doesn't like good, hard working people no. But alas...]

Rick: I'm sorry Kaycee, but I can't do that. SWAT has rules and-

Kaycee: And?

Rick: And, they're the rules. I'm here to enforce 'em, not break 'em.

Kaycee: The big guy made you the Boss, Rick. You can make or break whatever you want.

[She sighs, sitting back in her chair.]

Kaycee: Look, I know it's asking a lot. I know SWAT has rules. But I also know those rules are bass ackwards and out of touch with what wrestling has become. I've handled my fair share of guys in that ring before, and I can do it again. With Brandon hurt, well, we don't really need the money but- I've seen the fun my husband and brother have been having since they've come back fulltime and it gave me the itch to get back in the ring again myself.

And with Brandon injured, well, we can kill two birds with one stone. He can spend more time with Olivia, and I can take his place here for awhile.

Rick: Olivia?

Kaycee: My- Our daughter.

Rick: Aww, congrats!

Kaycee: Thanks. So what d'ya say?

Rick: I really wanna help ya, Kaycee, I do. But my hands are tied.

Kaycee: Okay well, how about this? Don't sign me to a contract. Treat me like any other rookie. Give me a chance. Put me against anyone ya want and I'll knock 'em down.

And when I knock 'em down-

Rick: ....IF you knock 'em down.

[Kaycee stops mid-sentence, shock registering on her face.]

Kaycee: Pardon?

Rick: IF you win... I'll give you what you want. Full contract, you can fight whoever ya want. Men, women, bears, whoever.

Kaycee: Ugh please no bears. I still have the horror stories from Adge.

[It's Rick's turn to be confused.]

Rick: Sorry?

Kaycee: Nothing.

[Kaycee chuckles. ]

Rick: So, deal?

[Rick reaches across and offers his hand again, which Kaycee gratefully accepts.]

Kaycee: Deal!

[She stands up, excited gleam in her eyes as she heads for the door. As she opens it, Rick calls out to her.]

Rick: I want you to know, I'm not gonna go easy on ya. You're gonna have to earn this.

Kaycee: I wouldn't have it any other way. Earning things is my middle name.

Rick: I hope so. In fact...

[He looks down at the papers on his desk, shuffling through various documents before he lands on one in particular. Looking back up, he gives his own grin.]

Rick: I've already got your opponent lined up for ya.

Kaycee: Oh? Do tell.

Rick: You wanted a challenge, I'm gonna challenge you. Admittedly this is a bit of revenge for me too but, he's as tough as they come. Maybe your brothers can help you train for him, they know him pretty well.

[Kaycee quirks a brow. That sounds... ominous.]

Rick: Your opponent, next show, will be none other CSK himself. Christian Sebastian Kennedy.

....Kennedy.

[Rick chuckles at his own joke. Kaycee stares in shock at Rick for a long moment, before nodding her head in reluctant acceptance.]

Rick: Hey, you asked for it.

Kaycee: I did. Thanks Rick, I won't let you down.

[Rick nods, Kaycee steps out of the door and closes it. Rick sighs and shuffles through more papers as we cut elsewhere.]

[SWAT Team]

Jeremy Tucker : Folks, we are back, and ready for our main event 6 man tag match, all 6 members in the ring, lets go to Frank.

Frank Salazar : LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL, INTRODUCING FIRST, AT A COMBINED WEIGHT OF 698 LBS, MARCUS WHITE …. SYBERUS …. AND KILROY_EVANS!!!!

All three acknowledge the crowd who are cheering loudly for them.

Frank Salazar : AND INTRODUCING THERE OPPONENTS, AT A COMBINED WEIGHT OF 805 LBS, DANIEL COLLINS ….. “TIMELESS” ALEX TURNER …… AND FAUST!!!!

Crowd boo them and Syberus, White and Kilroy rush them, hitting with a drop kick each, then as they get to their feet, three hip tosses and as they jump back to their feet again, three tandem clotheslines sending Turner, Collins and Faust all tumbling to the outside.

Jeremy Tucker : Team Kilroy off to a great start here.

Andrew Fulton : Team Kilroy? Why not team Syb? Or team White?

Jeremy Tucker : (ignoring Fulton) Turner reaches under the rope and trips up Marcus White by the ankle and drags him to the outside, he then rams his head into the guard rail, and whips him to Faust who tilt a whirls him onto his knee.

Andrew Fulton : Collins looks at his team mates with disdain and slides into the ring, challenging Kilroy or Syb to take him on. They both smile and both start to circle him.

Jeremy Tucker : Collins charges at Syb and launches at him, and they roll on the mat jockeying for position, Kilroy drops an elbow onto Collins.

Andrew Fulton : Two on one Jerry, this just isn’t right!

Jeremy Tucker : Referee Bo Brady doesn’t seem too perturbed, maybe it’s a tornado tag … yes, im just getting word in my head set this is a tornado tag match. Syb with a right hand to Collins rocks him, Kilroy now with a hard right also, and Kilroy and Syberus are both playing tennis here with Daniel Collins head!

Andrew Fulton : Collins blocks Syb’s right and Syb catches his arm in the block and rolls into a crucifix arm bar. Kilroy bounces off the ropes and comes down hard on Collins with a diving head butt.

Jeremy Tucker : Syb and Kilroy both bring Collins to his feet by the hair and then running toss him over the ropes ontop of his team mates Turner and Faust who were still pummeling Marcus White.

Andrew Fulton : Syberus and Kilroy high five each other to a big pop, then, run and bounce off the ropes and then both launch themselves over the top rope and suicide dive onto the staggering opponents.

Jeremy Tucker : SWAT fans, you are witnessing two of the best wrestlers in the history of the business out here, and together, they just may well be unstoppable.

Andrew Fulton : Kilroy grabs Faust and rolls him into the ring, Syb checking on Marcus White, and YES! Low blow by Turner to Syb.

Jeremy Tucker : Since when have you been a cheerleader Fulton?

Andrew Fulton : Since I started this job Jerry. (Fulton grins) Syberus took his eye of the ball there checking on White!

Jeremy Tucker : Marcus White is infuriated and runs at Turner, who drop toe holds him onto the steel ring steps, and Marcus White is busted open.

Andrew Fulton : Tell me Jerry, what do you make of Marcus Whites pre show comments regarding his and his team mates sexuality?

Jeremy Tucker : Well …. Ummm … I don’t know if that’s appropriate we discuss it.

Andrew Fulton : HE brought it up Jerry, we must be professionals and discuss it.

Jeremy Tucker : Well, apparently Marcus White is not just a lady killer, but also likes the men by his own admission.

Andrew Fulton : And his team mates also Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : Well, I wouldn’t put much stock in that, it was just Marcus White fooling around speaking out of turn for them if you ask me.

Andrew Fulton : Either that or they will be having one whacko celebration after tonights match

Jeremy Tucker : Back to the action, please. Collins now in control of Kilroy and delivers a hard spinning clothesline. He follows it up with a swinging neck breaker, then plants Kilroy with a double arm suplex.

Andrew Fulton : Turner slides into the ring and starts laying the boots to Kilroy. Whoa, what is this?

Jeremy Tucker : Looks like Collins is none to pleased with his team mates assistance, he is telling him to back off, he’s got this.

Andrew Fulton : Turner brushes him aside and continues stomping on Kilroy. What the hell is Collins problem?

Jeremy Tucker : He doesn’t seem to think he needs or he wants any help, and he is now letting Turner know, pointing his finger in his face …. Syberus with a double bull dog drills both of them!!

Andrew Fulton : Collins has lost his mind, they had this, Turner is going to be pissed!

Jeremy Tucker : Syb helps Kilroy to his feet, and then irish whips him, right into both Collins and Turner staggering to their feet, and Kilroy spears them BOTH!

Andrew Fulton : Faust now in the action and coming for both Kilroy and Syb, but he is cut off by a bloodied Marcus White who double ax handles him! Boy, he is bleeding big time from them steps.

Jeremy Tucker : Marcus White is crazed in there, he belly to bellies Faust, and the big man is out! That’s White’s finisher, this right here could all be over !!

Andrew Fulton : Syb and Kilroy are standing by watching on , amused with the display of White, and White is on fire, he double clothelines Turner and Collins over the top, and the crowd goes wild.

Jeremy Tucker : Syberus grabs the stunned Faust, PURE CONFIDENCE!!! That’s it, put a fork in him, this one is done!

Andrew Fulton : Marcus White now pointing to Kilroy and the crowd going off tap!! On the outside, Collins shoves Alex Turner, and he shoves him back.

Jeremy Tucker : Trouble in paradise on the outside there for Collins and Turner, but not as much trouble as for big Faust in the ring ….. BAD TOUCH!!! Kilroy Evans with the diamond cutter Bad Touch on Faust!!! He covers him …… ONE …………………. TWO ……………………. THREE!!!!

"Dogsong" by Mr. Feral (YT Link: www.youtube.com/watch?v=z2fY1zOkfbQ) hits and Kilroy, Syberus and Marcus White celebrate in the ring, Daniel Collins and Alex Turner look back with disgust and bicker all the way up the ramp way with each other.

Jeremy Tucker : TEAM KILROY WINS …. That’s a night here from us in Australia SWAT fans, be sure to stay tuned, as coming up we go to the Rockies for the new regions first card!!!