S.W.A.T. International Championship Tournement

[SWAT Team]

We open to the SWAT Amazons arena (an old warehouse converted into coliseum style grandstands surrounding the ring and entrance in Manhattan New York). The crowd is full and fireworks are going off as 24K Magic by Bruno Mars is blaring

Jeremy Tucker : Hello everyone, and welcome to SWAT! What a fitting theme song, as tonight, we will crown a new Champion, the SWAT International Championship, now this is a special title here in SWAT, as the title holder will tour not only OUR regions defending the belt, but also will be going to other feds to defend it, and to go with that, we have brought in 4 wrestlers from around the globe to give them a shot at this Championship.

Andrew Fulton : Like they have a chance, please Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : You never know, they have as much chance as any of our guys, and this is a golden opportunity.

Andrew Fulton : (scoffs) This is a marketing ploy, pure and simple. Who makes the money? PPV buys, merchandise, gate sales, advertising?

Jeremy Tucker : We do of course. Lets go to Frank and get the first match under way.

Frank Salazar : Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall .... introducing first, AJ FLARE!!!

AJ makes his way to the ring no theme music, the crowd yelling abuse at him.

Andrew Fulton : Who is this guy Jerry?

Jeremy Tucker : We haven’t seen much of him, well, anything really, he is a big fan on the SWAT fbook page and was keen to enter, but then nothing from him.

Andrew Fulton : And he is facing CSK? (Fulton laughs) Hope we have some paramedics on hand.

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 : and introducing his opponent, hailing from the Hollywood Hills, coming in at 6’4 & 245 lbs .... CHRISTIAN SEBASTION .... KENNEDY!!!

Jeremy Tucker : CSK is on a roll here in SWAT, he just captured the Rocky Mountain Heavyweight Championship, and now is one of the favourites to become our International champion also.

Andrew Fulton : He is a lock to take this tourney out!

Jeremy Tucker : Referee Bo Brady calls for the bell and we are under way, CSK meets AJ with a European uppercut, then another. AJ goes for a right hand, but Kennedy blocks it and short arm clotheslines him.

Andrew Fulton : This kid is in trouble already Jerry. This is gonna be GREAT!

Jeremy Tucker : Sadist. Gutwrench suplex from CSK, he then plants AJ with a swinging DDT!

Andrew Fulton : CSK looks down at AJ Flare in disappointment, what sort of name is AJ Flare anyway? Why not call yourself Hulk Savage, or Roman Ambrose, King Kong Studd?

Jeremy Tucker : We get it Fulton.

Andrew Fulton : Wait wait, how about Andre Lesnar!

Jeremy Tucker : We all got to start somewhere Fulton.

Andrew Fulton : Well, starting with CSK is NOT the place you want to begin.

Jeremy Tucker : True that. Kennedy picks up AJ and airplane spins him, then delivers a spinning powerbomb.

Andrew Fulton : That could be it right there, pity for the rookie CSK doesn’t know the meaning of the word mercy.

Jeremy Tucker : He knows the meaning, he just has no interest in that.

Andrew Fulton : Why would he? Step in that ring, and you got to be prepared to take as well as give Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : CSK heads up to the top rope .... MOONSAULT LEGDROP!! Cover from CSK ................ one .............. two ........... CSK breaks the count himself.

Andrew Fulton : Normally a fatal error, but something is telling me not tonight Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : He should of just taken the win, he still has two more matches to contend if he is to go all the way, and they will not be as easy as this, i assure you.

Andrew Fulton : He has never lacked confidence in himself, and since joining the KGB and aligning with the Suit, he has never looked better.

Jeremy Tucker : CK now signalling to the crowd that its time, One-handed electric chair driver, THE EMPORORS STATEMENT!!!! Cover ...... one .............. two .................. THREE!!! Kennedy wins!

Andrew Fulton : Just a formality, one down, two to go for him.

Frank Salazar : Your winner, and advancing to the 2nd round .... CHRISTIAN SEBASTION .... KENNEDY!!!!

Vilify by Device hits and CSK looks down at the fallen AJ Flare with disdain, shakes his head then heads to the back focused already on what lays ahead.

[SWAT Team]

We catch up to CSK grabbing a backstage reporter and snatches the microphone away from him. A camera pans around to the front of him.

Christian: Really? Is this the best that SWAT can offer me? Let me thank each and every one of you for making this the easiest night of my life.

I walked in here with one Heavyweight title, and I’m walking out with two.

AJ Flare? Good grief even Marky Mark White made me drop one bead of sweat before I sent him packing.

Let me tell you how this is going to play out here tonight.

I’m going to face Mr. Chuckles, Charlie I’m only here for a short time, because I’m not good enough for the big time, whatever his last name is.

Then I’m going to face Daniel Collins, in the finals unless he brought his personal life to work in which case I’ll face Hellboy.

Fact of the matter is this is the KGB’S night!

There’s nobody in SWAT be it here, the Rockies, or anywhere else in the world fit to lace my boots. So boys prepare yourselves.

Because for two of you, this is the night you become famous.

This is the night you lose to Christian Sebastian Kennedy and become a foot note in history as I become the first ever International Heavyweight champion.

You’re welcome!

One of CSK’s valets runs over and hands him his Heavyweight title as he drapes it over his shoulders and makes his way towards the curtains to watch the upcoming match.

Christian: I hope each and every one of you so called “big league” companies is paying attention. Because the bodies that I leave here laying broken and beaten………..

Is the same thing you’re going to see happen to your talent, when I come to town and defend MY International Heavyweight title.

If I were you, I’d start signing talent before all of you go bankrupt.

CSK throws his Heavyweight title up in the air and walks of.

[SWAT Team]

"Long Hard Times To Come" by Gangstagrass hits, "The HardK0re Ik0n" Charlie Feigel steps out from the back with his trusty kendo stick and roll of barbedwire. The legend walks straight to the ring, slides his trusty tools under the ring for safekeeping and slides into the ring. Peering up the ramp as if seeing his opponent waiting to make his entrance. The crafty veteran stretches and awaits the guy he is about to try and dismantle before the capacity crowd.

Frank Salazar : "Hailing from Syracuse, New York! Standing 6 feet 3 inches tall and weighing in at 245 pounds! THE HARDK0RE IK0N! CHARLIE FEIGEL!!!!"

Jeremy Tucker : Second of our first round match ups about to get under way folks, and this here could well be the most well credentialed of the eight entrants, he is a 63 time World Champion.

Andrew Fulton : How many times?

Jeremy Tucker :63.

Andrew Fulton : Get the fuck out of here. 63? We haven’t even had that many shows have we, in our storied history.

Jeremy Tucker :Thats what it says here, 63 World titles.

Andrew Fulton : Well i’ll be.

Jeremy Tucker :He is going to need every bit of them 63 title reigns experience here tonight, stepping in the ring with Psychotic Goth.

Andrew Fulton : and then some.

Evil green mist bellows out of the ring entrance as a woman screams and Psychotic Goth laughing maniacally as "Welcome To Your Death" by Annihilator plays and Vampira leads Psychotic Goth to ringside in chains while holding Psychotic Goth's homemade weapon. He ignores the ringsiders and stops at the ring for Vampira to unlock the chains and Psychotic Goth rubs his wrists hard as he climbs the ringsteps and enters the ring and stands in his corner. He slowly takes off his trenchcoat and jewelry before he lowers his head and raises his arms before throwing his head back revealing his pale handsome gothlike looks looking and snarling like a demonic maniac crazed and intimidating as he is given his homemade weapon and he caresses it before placing it in his corner for Vampira to hold until it's time for Psychotic Goth to use it.

Frank Salazar : and introducing his opponent, hailing from the Depths of Hell and coming in at 6’5 & 235lbs .... PSYCHOTIC GOTH!!!!

Jeremy Tucker :I was really looking forward to this match up, but we haven’t heard much from Goth, i am not sure he was aware he was entered into this tourney folks.

Andrew Fulton : He’ll be right, he wins matches like this in his sleep.

Jeremy Tucker :The bell rings and the two men approach each other, Charlie connects with a hard right, and a left, and then a right, looking to duke it out.

Andrew Fulton : Goth firing back with a left, Charlie pays it no heed and clobbers Goth with a couple more lefts, Charlie then delivers a forearm clubbing blow and then a couple of knife edge chops.

Jeremy Tucker :Goth fights back, a knee to the gut of Charlie, then plants him with a DDT.

Andrew Fulton : Goth picks up Charlie and whips him to the ropes, back body drop by Goth.

Jeremy Tucker :Charlie sweeps the legs of Goth, and then plants him with a pointed elbow drop. Charlie grabs Goth and drills him with an exploder suplex!

Andrew Fulton : Charlie looking good here, 63 title reigns we are witnessing a true master.

Jeremy Tucker :Charlie delivers a fisherman buster.

Andrew Fulton : Goth is in trouble here Jerry. This could b a big upset for the SWAT audience not familiar with Charlie’s work.

Jeremy Tucker :Goth blocks a right hand by Charlie and plants him with a headbutt. Goth then clotheslines Charlie.

Andrew Fulton : Goth trying to get back into this match, Charlie not having any of it though and he Irish whips Goth to the ropes, and delivers a spinning heel kick.

Jeremy Tucker :You must admit Fulton, Feigel is talented in the ring, stop mocking everyones accomplishments for once and give credit where it is due.

Andrew Fulton : Who says i am mocking? Since when do i “mock”

Jeremy Tucker :Since every time you open your mouth. Feigel nails a northern lights suplex, then a bridging German, holds for the count ........ one ............... two ............

Andrew Fulton : Goth gets the shoulder up.

Jeremy Tucker : Close call that for Goth

Andrew Fulton : Feigel delivers a implant DDT!

Jeremy Tucker :Crucifix POWERBOMB!

Andrew Fulton : This is really not looking good for Goth Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker :STALLING BRAINBUSTER from Charlie Feigel, thats the Chalkline Driver!! Feigel covers ................... one ...................... two .............. THREE!!!! Feigel wins and advances to the next round!!

Andrew Fulton : Welcome to SWAT Charlie Feigel! That is an impressive debut.

Jeremy Tucker :Is it what! What a match up its going to be with him and CSK next round!

Andrew Fulton : Lets not get carried away.

Jeremy Tucker :We will see, i see something in Feigel, he could go all the way tonight.

” Long Hard Times To Come" by Gangstagrass hits and Charlie Feigel celebrates his victory, Goth on the outside unhappy with what has occurred and venting to Vampira.

[SWAT Team]

The 'tron lights up in a backstage hallway on Daniel Collins, fresh off his beating inside a steel cage, sporting his new gear, Carpenter mask duct taped to a wall in front of him. He's leaning on the opposing wall, cell lit up, muttering something to himself about a "stacked as fuck slut", but a clearing of the throat by the cameraguy puts a swift end to his reverie, the cell blanking off and sliding into his boot.

"I cannot fathom how this event actually managed to start when it was supposed to. I've become so used to avoiding these arenas for weeks on end I nearly didn't arrive in time for the festivities! But I did make it, in what will become much to the chagrin of the rest of the fools that actually showed up to this, piss poor excuse at a tournament to award a golden belt. This has to be the biggest calamity I've seen since CSK won the Rockies title! It's a good thing that the powers that be recognized a cash in when they saw it and sent me to this thing instead of Syberus. Oh sure, it was a close call. Syberus has decades and decades of C-grade name power behind him, and Alex Turner has, well, shown me my ass a few times, usually by cheating while I've been napping, but there's something about this name, that just, gets em chomping at the bit. Love him, or hate him, he had a mark to make, and he made it. He brought TKOW back from the brink by putting it under the HPWA banner, he represented the failing UCW in it's worst times, he innovated three different new styles of destructive matches via his baby, the HPWA, such as the Phoenix Pit, the Prince of Hell, even the Brutality Cage. He fought, and fought, and goddamn FOUGHT, his way through countless federations, going nose to nose with any number of ruthless promoters, letting his opponents and the world at large despise his very existence but he GOT SHIT DONE. And that's what you're banking on here. You're hoping that somewhere, buried in my lifelong hatred, hiding behind the bloodlust I have, that the parts of him that made him worth watching, that made YOU keep going back to him when you needed to open a new fed, or reopen a fed that closed half a dozen times, is pushing along this little second generation star that could."

Collins tears his uncle's mask off the wall and affixs it to his belt before continuing.

"I suppose that means that maybe, just maybe, I should actually pay the slightest bit of attention to my opponent. Brian Miles, I do hope you'll forgive my ignorance of your relevance, much like I'm doing my very best to forgive yours. And yes, I spent my only free time before the doors opened on this great marketing strategy they're calling an open invitational being annoyed by one very long winded CSK. So I went back and watched what you had to say and, well, yeah I may as well have kept napping. Another face in the crowd being a braggart to a guy that spent the better part of a year being raised by a pain loving false sycophant, who got to eventually be trained by that same psycho nutbag in the finer arts of kinetic redispersal to the tune of using ones own damage to inflist worse on their opponent. This guy was something extra special. You can bring along all the bipolar car wrecked brain cases you want, it doesn't mean I'm ever going to care about your baker's dozen titles that you got in places like Southpaw Championship Wrestling and the tried and true ECW wannabe number seventy five "now with MOAR celebrity lookalikes!" You have such, storied, claims to fame like being the WWE Hardcore Champion, and winning the HCW title on it's OH MY GAWD VERY FIRST CARD.

Let me clue you in, Brian. This here is SWAT. As much as I loath most of the jackoffs that continue to stink up the very existance of the place, these guys, they know their shit. You notice that it took seven months, and something like six shows in multiple regions for a title to come into play? And this is a place where actual TALENT like Kilroy Evans came back to play.

No real fed crowns a champion immediately. No fed worth a damn, would call itself the "Dubbya-dubbya-eee". Hall of fame, what, a year or two into your career? Are you kidding me?? There are guys in this federation RIGHT NOW that have more talent, more REAL pomp and circumstance, faced off against ACTUAL CHALLENGES, that STILL never made ANY Hall of Fame. Know why?

Cause in THIS business, Hall of Fames are for losers that did exceptional in shit feds against shit opponents and any one of the REAL fighters of SWAT would shit on your pile of gold and wipe their ass with your Hall of Fame induction certificate. Alex Turner wouldn't give you a Participation Ribbon in exchange for any of your so called championship reigns. Who do you really think you're impressing, Brian? Me? The guy that barely cares that there's gold at the end of this rainbow? Yer gonna git lernt today son. Gonna git lernt REAL gewd.

Have a good, solid, talk with your partner. Really get to know the ins and the outs of a, relatively broken mind. See what good it does you. You don't know, me. You have proven you don't, GET, me. Your entire shpiel is based upon some ridiculous number of belts that don't prove a damn thing other than you really like the sound of you trying to impress the new guy.

Eric Hererra tried to impress me. He took his contract and bailed.

Alex Turner keeps trying to impress me. He's gotta cheat to stop me from killing him.

Syberus tried to impress me. I got dragged away by authorities.

Each of those names wouldn't blow his nose with your ring gear never mind stoop so low as to wave a bunch of championships over his head like an introduction banner."

Daniel snorts, annoyance plain to see.

"And you think YOU worry me?

Do yourself a favor Brian. Don't show up. Stay home with your cute little extended nuclear family. Don't put yourself in my path.

You might not wake up to regret it."

Fade.

[SWAT Team]

Frank Salazar : Ladies and Gentleman, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a first round match in the International Heavyweight Championship Tournament. Introducing first, hailing from Los Angeles CA, coming in at 6’4 & 240 lbs .... MARCUS WHITE!!!

Mind your business of C&C Music Factory hits and Marcus White saunters down to the ring, high fiving the fans on the way.

Frank Salazar : And introducing his opponent, coming in at 6’6 and 270 lbs .... HELLS BOUNCER!!!

Highway to Hell by ACDC hits and Hells Bouncer is standing on top of ramp, he lifts his head up and out from behind his trench coat a big mushroom cloud and a boom sound bellows, fire and fireworks explode and Hells Bouncer power walks down to the ring.

Jeremy Tucker : Two powerhouses here about to hook it up Fulton.

Andrew Fulton : One powerhouse, one fruit.

Jeremy Tucker : That’s offensive Fulton.

Andrew Fulton : Good.

Jeremy Tucker : The bell rings and the two men start duking it out, exchanging lefts and rights, its an even exchange and they tumble into the ropes, the referee getting in there and separating them.

Andrew Fulton : Hells Bouncer has a good look about him Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : That he does, and i have been informed that he has signed on to hang around here after the tourney.

Andrew Fulton : Why is it always you who is informed and not me as well?

Jeremy Tucker : Well, actually, we both “were” informed, but you just never check your notifications.

Andrew Fulton : What’s a notification?

Jeremy Tucker : Its research, you know, what professionals DO?

Andrew Fulton : Bah. I sit and watch and then i tell it like it is on what i see, you can have your research and your “notifications” and i still get paid the big bucks.

Jeremy Tucker : (angrily) Some things i will never understand.

Andrew Fulton : LOTS of things you will never understand Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker : Back to the action and looks like we are going to see a test of strength here.

Andrew Fulton : My money is on Hells Bouncer.

Jeremy Tucker : You seem to have some sort of issue with Marcus.

Andrew Fulton : No issue, i just can’t stand him.

Jeremy Tucker : Marcus and HB hook up fingers above their heads for the test of strength, neither man gaining an advantage, Marcus blows a kiss at HB and HB stares in shock, Marcus then head buts him right on the bridge of the nose.

Andrew Fulton : Dirty tactics by White, filthy tactics!

Jeremy Tucker : White turns towards us at the commentary booth and blows a kiss to you Fulton. I think he likes you pal.

Andrew Fulton : ACK! I think im gonna heave.

Jeremy Tucker : The crowd eating it up and Marcus giving them a show, i love it BAM!!! Hells Bouncer just SPEARED the hell out of a distracted Marcus White! Man o Man!

Andrew Fulton : Now pin that freak already!!

Jeremy Tucker : Hells bouncer goes for the cover .............. one ............. two ............ THR ... Marcus gets the shoulder up!

Andrew Fulton : No WAY!!! That was THREE!

Jeremy Tucker : Two only. HB glares at the ref, and then drills Marcus with a running bulldog .... SPINEBUSTER from Hells Bouncer, and another cover .............. one ........ two ........... Marcus kicks out again.

Andrew Fulton : Hells Bouncer is yelling at the ref, and ohhh noooo, Marcus catches him with a full nelson suplex!

Jeremy Tucker : Perfectly executed! Folded him up like an accordion! Marcus now with a high knee to the chin, then a spinning roundhouse kick, Marcus now going for a cover ................ one ............. two ........... Kick out by Bouncer.

Andrew Fulton : What do you think they pay the Bouncers in Hell?

Jeremy Tucker : Not much im guessing, and who are they Bouncing out i wonder.

Andrew Fulton : Some of our old workers will end up there, thats a lock.

Jeremy Tucker : Yes. Yes you will.

Marcus still in control, he delivers a T Bone suplex, and then signals its all over.

Andrew Fulton : Ohh no, this is no good, no good at all i tell you.

Jeremy Tucker : He is gonna go thru to the semi finals here, Marcus hooks for the Belly to Belly suplex .... Hells bouncer counters it and flips him over with an overhead release suplex, Marcus landing awkwardly on his neck.

Andrew Fulton : What a counter!

Jeremy Tucker : Marcus hasn’t moved, i don’t think he landed well there.

Andrew Fulton : He may have had a Viagra before the match and now suffering from a stiff neck.

Jeremy Tucker : Not your best work there Fulton.

Andrew Fulton : The referee checking on Marcus, he is not looking comfortable, Hells bouncer shoves him out of the way, thats it, finish him of Bouncer!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Hells Bouncer picks up a prone Marcus, who is not resisting in any way, he looks like he may be paralysed. Powerbomb!!! Hells Bouncer with a hellacious Powerbomb!! He runs and bounces off the ropes, SPLASH!!! Cover from HB ..... one ................... two ....................... THREE!!!! Hells Bouncer just defeated Marcus White, and is progressing to the semi finals.

Andrew Fulton : What a win!

Jeremy Tucker : Marcus White still hasn’t moved, paramedics rushing in there and wrapping a brace around his neck and stretchering him out.

Highway to Hell by ACDC hits and Hells Bouncer gets his arm raised in victory, the crowd a quite hush concerned for the welfare of Marcus White.

[SWAT Team]

Backstage, the camera tracks one Daniel Collins making his way to the stage for his match against Brian Miles. He seems to be laser focused, deadly intense in his gaze, a purpose in his walk-oh no never mind he stopped midstride and a quizzical, yet, annoyed look, takes over his face. He takes two long, slow, deliberate steps back and stands still in front of a locker room door. The camera pans around to see that a Participation Ribbon has been taped to the door. Collins, looking ever more annoyed, grunts, then turns to the door and knocks.

From inside;Turner: "Go answer that I'm waiting for a ribbon delivery!"

Daniel sighs and his head droops as the door swings open and Roxy is in full view, barely dressed, looking back into the room and not realizing who is at the door.

Roxy: "Ok ok I got it stop- Oh! Well, hi there!"

She's thrown for a moment as she turns to see Collins at the doorway but recovers quickly, her succulent lips plumping out with a smile that all but screams come hither, an extra tilt in her hips as she looks to get another mans blood boiling hot. Daniel turns his head slightly and regards her ridiculous form with a barely there head tilt.

Roxy: "Don't get too caught up in all this, stud, you need to be thinking straight as a steel beam for your match. I know you can handle that guy no problem, the way you managed to endure against-"

Timeless: "Hey how long does it take to sign for a damn box! You best not be- Oh you have GOT to be-"

Daniel flips a dual bird, one in Roxy's face and the other aimed past her at Turner.

Collins: "I don't know why you shitheads are here, but stay far, FAR, away from my match I swear to the Lord of Fire..."

Daniel backs up the way he was originally headed, flying the birds high, before bringing both down into a D-X style crotch chop, just the slightest hint of lust in his face, before turning and storming off. Alex grabs Roxy and pulls her back into the room before slamming the door. Muffled yelling can be heard, but no clear words make it out.

[SWAT Team]

Scene One: Setting the Record Straight

World Belongs to Me comes on around the arena and instead of Brian's usual delay tactics to appear on the titantron, he quickly moves out to the stage. He moves with purpose, as if he has something important to say. He makes his way to the ring, ordering the timekeeper to bring him a microphone. One gets brought to him and he walks back to the middle of the ring, pacing slightly. He looks slightly manic, a smirk crossing his face. He raises the microphone to his face and speaks.

Brian Miles: Daniel fucking Collins. My opponent for the night who apparently seems to make no sense. He even says that he might as well have fucking slept for his promo, yet wants to continue to say that he can beat me, that I'm pointless, blah blah blah. He tries to discredit my career, saying it was all pointless. But he is correct about one thing. He should pay attention to me, he should be worried about me. He paid too much attention to this bratty fight between him and this CSK guy, but now he's learned the folly of his actions. He realizes that he's fucked up. He realizes that this is no damn pushover of a match.

Brian continues pacing, letting out a rumbling laugh for a moment before he continues speaking.

Brian Miles: I couldn't give a fuck about who raised you, who trained you. I could care less to the level of your breakfast from a week ago. You want to bash my career because I actually competed in the big leagues, going against some of the top guys of the time. I have beaten Brock Lesnar, Randy Orton, John Cena, CM Punk, Jeff Hardy, Edge, Christian, Kane, Matt Morgan, while you've been facing no names for years on fucking end. No wonder you're trying to shit on my career, because you're trying to bring me down to your fucking level.

He continues, the rage building in his voice.

Brian Miles: I couldn't give a damn about impressing you. I don't have to impress you, I could give less of a shit what you think of me. What I care about is walking into that ring, kicking your bitch ass around the arena, and moving on to win that damn title. You claim that if I do show up to our match, that I won't wake up. You think I'm afraid of your threats? Tony's behavior, which you so thoughtfully brought up without knowing a damn thing about the guy, makes your threats like a toddlers temper tantrum over not getting a popsicle. I don't care what it takes, I don't care what I have to do, but I will make damn sure that I walk my ass into that ring and move on to the second round, then the finals. And I'll be seeing you on the sidelines, watching your reaction as you realize you fucking failed. And you don't have to worry about my friends, who you refer to as my nuclear extended family. You won't have to worry about them, they know I can handle myself. I have taken out bigger and better opponents than you without breaking a sweat. So get yourself a ticket to watch the rest of the tournament, because that's the only way you'll get to experience it.

Brian tosses the microphone aside as he laughs and makes his way to the backstage area.

Scene Two: Visiting and Old Friend

Brian steps out of his red Dodge Viper and hands his key to the valet. He is dressed in a black suit with a red tie. He smiles as he opens the door to the casino, letting out a sigh as he looks around at the interior.

Brian Miles: Hasn't changed a bit.

Brian walks down the stairs to the floor and makes his way through the crowd when he feels a hand on his arm.

Voice: I'm gonna need to see some ID.

Brian looks over, curious at who is speaking to him, but a smile breaks out on his face when he sees the pit boss, a stereotypical Italian pit boss, rings bedazzling his hand.

Brian Miles: Vinnie, it's been too long.

Brian hugs the shorter man, a smile across both of their faces.

Vinnie: Brian, what brings you back to these parts?

Brian Miles: I signed to a new company, operates around here.

Vinnie smiles as he hears this.

Vinnie: That's fantastic, congratulations.

Brian nods.

Brian Miles: Yeah, it's pretty good.

Vinnie: So you'll be around for a while?

Brian nods again.

Brian Miles: You know it.

He says cockily as Vinnie lets out a bellowing laugh.

Vinnie: There's that confidence. Please, walk with me, talk with me.

Vinnie begins to make his way to the bar towards the side of the casino and Brian follows him. The two sit at the bar and begin to drink and talk, catching up with each other.

[SWAT Team]

Daniel stops suddenly, hearing the shrill cries of a whiny bitch coming from a nearby monitor. He steps over to see Brian throwing a shitfit about all the things he swears on his Mom's Legends Contract he's done.

"...

What the ever loving tap dancing baby Jesus Kit Harrington Christ is this idiot on?? If he even so much as MET any ONE of those guys I'd eat Roxy's ass for dessert. Who the fuck signed this useless little HEY SYBERUS WHERE ARE YOU WHEN YOUD BE FUCKING USEFUL???"

Roxy: . Hey wait a minute will you??

Daniel turns just in time for Roxy to crash into him with a body wrapping hug and just a slight bit of a grind... Daniel absorbs it in shock for a moment before breaking the hold...

Like he'll do to Brian Miles, UP NEXT!

"WHOA! PERSONAL SPACE OVER HERE! What in the bloody hell of Brian Miles' delusions do you think you're doing??"

Roxy: Oh you know you like MY attentions. I just wanted to wish you luck in your match. How about a kiss for extra good luck?

"Uh, yeah no, have you listened to this guy? I'm pretty sure he's never even seen the inside of a ring. You could probably beat him while he was busy gawking at y... You know what? Just get outta my way alright??"

Daniel walks off, a bit flustered, as Roxy's ridiculous lips curve into a knowing smirk.

[SWAT Team]

World Belongs to Me blares around the arena as Brian's SWAT’ron playing, random clippings of shuffling cards. Brian walks out to the stage as the tron switches to Brian performing various wrestling moves. He smirks out to the crowd as he walks down the ramp, only giving the fans rampside sideways glances. As he reaches the ring, he jumps forward, diving under the bottom rope. He climbs up to the second rope at the turnbuckle and holds one hand up, his pinky finger, middle finger and thumb extended. He repeats this with the opposite turnbuckle before standing at one side of the ring.

Frank Salazar : Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the final first round match of the SWAT International Heavyweight Championship Tournament! Introducing first, hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada, and coming in at 5’10 & 245 lbs ..... BRIAN MILES!!!!!

Jeremy Tucker : This is it Fulton, winner of this goes onto to face Hells Bouncer in the Semi finals.

Andrew Fulton : I have been waiting for this one, im going out on a limb and will say whoever wins this match here, will go all the way and take out the Gold.

Jeremy Tucker : Thats a big call, but this could very well have been the main event and final, two of the best going around!

A whistling comes across the speakers, starting "Eye of the Storm". Daniel makes his way out of the back, no pyro, no flames, nothing. He simply moves to the top of the ramp, looks over the crowd, a sinister smile crossing his features. He walks down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. Standing, he walks his way around the ring, looking over the crowd, leering away.

Frank Salazar : And introducing his opponent, hailing from Red Bank, New Jersey and coming in at 6’4 & 243lbs .... DANIEL COLLINS!!!!

Andrew Fulton : Collins looks focused.

Jeremy Tucker : Referee Bo Brady calls for the bell and we are under way!

Both men hook up and Collins with an arm drag. Miles straight to his feet and whips Collins into the ropes, Miles drops to the mat and Collins runs over the top of him, bouncing again off the ropes, then Miles goes for a drop kick, but Collins somersaults under it into a handstand back bounce off the ropes jumping back elbow to Brian Miles

Andrew Fulton : Now thats wrestling!

Jeremy Tucker : What an exchange. Collins on fire early here.

Andrew Fulton : He has wrestling in his blood Jerry, and tonight is his time to shine!

Jeremy Tucker : Collins delivers an atomic drop, and then a swinging neck breaker.

Andrew Fulton : Miles rolls out of the ring and is regrouping, he looks frustrated.

Jeremy Tucker : He is, Miles slams his palms in frustration on the ring steps, and then slowly makes his way back into the ring.

Both men hook up again, and Miles powers Collins into the turnbuckle. Miles goes for a hard right hand, but Collins ducks under it and connects with a right of his own, Collins then goes to whip Miles to the other turnbuckle but Miles reveres it back in where they were and follows in with a hard clothesline.

Andrew Fulton : That was a huge clothesline Jerry!

Jeremy Tucker : Miles stays on Collins, and body slams him, dropping a leg on him. Miles now locks in a full nelson, he lifts Collins up in the full nelson going for a combo powerbomb, but Collins keeps flipping and counters, delivering a Scorpian death drop ddt!

Andrew Fulton : Man, what a counter!

Jeremy Tucker : These two putting on a clinic Fulton!

Collins looks pleased with himself for a moment, but then quickly focuses himself again, Collins quickly heads for the top rope, he launches for a SWANTON but Miles moves out of the way, Collins rolls to his feet

Andrew Fulton : WHAM!! What a big boot from Brian Miles! That almost took Daniel Collins head off!

Jeremy Tucker : Amazing! Collins drops for a cover .......... one ........ two .......... kick out by Collins.

Andrew Fulton : Close one.

Jeremy Tucker : Brian Miles is none too pleased, he is glaring at referee Brady, then picks up Collins and POWERBOMB!!! Powerbomb from Brian Miles.

Andrew Fulton : Miles now heading to the top.

Jeremy Tucker : Brian Miles steadies himself at the top turnbuckle, and 5 star frog splash!!! Connects!!!!

Andrew Fulton : Huge frog splash there!

Jeremy Tucker : Miles goes for the cover, ............ one ....................... (Miles hooks the tights) ... .two .................... Collins breaks the count.

Andrew Fulton : Daniel Collins has a ton of stamina, one of the best conditioned wrestlers in SWAT

Jeremy Tucker : That he is, don’t know how much longer he can last here though with the way Miles is hitting these big moves.

Miles lifts up Collins, but Collins quickly plants him with a side Russian leg sweep.

Andrew Fulton : Collins back in control.

Jeremy Tucker : See saw battle this one.

Collins nails a snap suplex, then a cobra clutch suplex, then a German suplex

Andrew Fulton : Great series of suplexes there from Collins,

Jeremy Tucker : He knows them all.

Andrew Fulton : He can do them in his sleep.

Jeremy Tucker : Daniel Collins now heading to the top.

Andrew Fulton : MOONSAULT!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Nailed it! Collins with the cover, this is it, all over ................. one ............... two ................. t ... Brian Miles gets a shoulder up.

Andrew Fulton : Big kick out there.

Jeremy Tucker : Daniel right back on Miles, grabs him by the hair, LOW BLOW!! Brian Miles just low blowed Collins!

Andrew Fulton : Anything it takes Jerry

Jeremy Tucker : Referee Bo Brady admonishing Miles, and Miles pays him no heed, and stomps away at Daniel Collins.

Andrew Fulton : SPIDER SUPLEX from Miles!!

Jeremy Tucker : The mile high he calls that!

Miles now heads to the top and sails with a flying leg drop.

Andrew Fulton : He nailed that flush!

Jeremy Tucker : Quite the high flyer is Miles! He can go!

Andrew Fulton : Miles signals its over, he picks up Collins and goes for the Steiner screwdriver.

Jeremy Tucker : Counter by Collins! Slides over the shoulder of Miles and half nelson suplexes Brian Miles!

Andrew Fulton : Folded him in half Jerry!

Jeremy Tucker : Daniel Collins now tilt a whirl powerbombs Miles.

Andrew Fulton : ANKLE LOCK!

Jeremy Tucker : Daniel Collins has the ankle lock on Miles, and he is writhing in pain.

Andrew Fulton : Miles is not giving in, he wouldn’t know how to.

Jeremy Tucker : Miles crawling to the ropes. Collins pulls him back to the centre of the ring.

Andrew Fulton : Miles starts crawling to the ropes again, reaches out, a finger tip away, but Collins again drags him to the centre of the ring, whats this Jerry?

Jeremy Tucker : We see Roxy coming down the aisle to the ring folks, what the hell is she doing here?

Andrew Fulton : Who cares, look at her! Wow!

Jeremy Tucker : Stop drooling will ya Fulton. She and Timeless were warned by Collins not to show up here, its a weird scenario, as she also just wished him luck before the match.

Andrew Fulton : Timeless don’t care for no warnings, he hates Collins and screwing him out of the tourney would make his day.

Jeremy Tucker : Daniel Collins can see Roxy on the outside and he releases the Ankle lock and looks around, wary for Timeless.

Andrew Fulton : Timeless is no where to be seen.

Jeremy Tucker : Collins heads to the ropes and motions for Roxy to beat it, Referee Brady also in there telling her to get out of here.

Andrew Fulton : Someone jumps the barrier behind them, ITS TIMELESS!!

Jeremy Tucker : IT IS!! Timeless Alex Turner leaps the safety rail from the crowd and slides into the ring. NO!!!!

Andrew Fulton : Timeless runs up to Brian Miles, and clocks him!!

Jeremy Tucker : WHAT? Timeless Alex Turner just struck Brian Miles, and he is out cold!

A close up on Timeless shows he is wearing brass knucks.

Andrew Fulton : Whats he up to?

Jeremy Tucker : Timeless rolls out of the ring and takes off back thru the crowd and Roxy steps down from the ring apron, Making her way back up the ramp way.

Andrew Fulton : Timeless just helped Collins?

Jeremy Tucker : Collins didn’t even see it.

Andrew Fulton : Brian Miles hasn’t moved!

Burning Hammer (Daniel hoists the Brian Miles onto his shoulders in a torture rack, then holding them there he turns 180 degrees, leering at the crowd, and finally hops, falling sideways and driving Miles head, neck, and shoulders into the canvas.)

Jeremy Tucker : PHOENIX BREAKER!!!

Andrew Fulton : This is over Jerry!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Collins covers Miles .................. one ......................... two ................... THREE!!!!

Andrew Fulton : What a win!

Jeremy Tucker : This is stuffed, we had a good tourney going here, and now this idiot Timeless had to come screw it all up.

Andrew Fulton : Thats wrestling Jerry.

"Eye of the Storm" by WattWhite hits and Brady raises the hand of Daniel Collins in victory

[SWAT Team]

Long Hard Times To Come" by Gangstagrass hits, "The HardK0re Ik0n" Charlie Feigel steps out from the back with his trusty kendo stick and roll of barbedwire. The legend walks straight to the ring, slides his trusty tools under the ring for safekeeping and slides into the ring. Peering up the ramp as if seeing his opponent waiting to make his entrance. The crafty veteran stretches and awaits the guy he is about to try and dismantle before the capacity crowd.

Frank Salazar : Ladies and Gentleman, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a semi final match for the SWAT International Heavyweight Championship. Introducing first, hailing from Syracuse, New York and coming in at 6’3 & 245 pounds …. CHARLIE FEIGEL!!!

Vilify by Device hits and the lights go out with a spotlight dimming on center stage. CSK is shown with his back facing everyone 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 : And introducing his opponent, hailing from the Hollywood Hills and coming in at 6’4 & 245 pounds ….. CHRISTIAN SEBASTIAN KENNEDY!!!

Jeremy Tucker: Referee Brady signals for the bell, and we are under way.

Both men go to hook up and Kennedy with a knee to the gut and some hard shots to the back on the neck as Feigel is gasping for air.

Andrew Fulton : Kennedy getting to a smart start here Jerry!

Jeremy Tucker: Smart? Its called cheating.

Andrew Fulton : Since when is a knee to the mid section cheating?

Jeremy Tucker: Kennedy whips Feigel to the ropes and clotheslines him.

Andrew Fulton : Feigel is slow out of the blocks her in this one.

Jeremy Tucker: Kennedy whipping him to the ropes again, but Feigel reverses it and hits Kennedy with a clothesline of his own.

Andrew Fulton : Feigel is a how many time world champion again Jerry?

Jeremy Tucker: 63.

Silence follows the reply. Feigel with a forearm club to CSK, CSK replies with a knife edge chop, a loud one too that can be heard thru the entire Amazons arena. Feigel with another forearm clubbing blow, it rocks CSK but he hits back with an even louder stinging blow to the chest of Feigel.

Andrew Fulton : WHAT A CHOP!

Jeremy Tucker: Feigels chest is red already, instantly bruising!

Andrew Fulton : Kennedy with a European forearm, and then a discuss elbow smash!

Jeremy Tucker: CSK means business, he made short work of AJ Flare in the first round, and one must think he is going to go all the way tonight.

Andrew Fulton : He is a wrestling machine, I can’t see anyone defeating him.

Jeremy Tucker: You just declared last match that the winner of Miles and Collins would go all the way.

Andrew Fulton : I meant to the finals Jerry, jeez.

Jeremy Tucker: Feigel with a Samoan drop on CSK, then a diving knee drop.

Andrew Fulton : Feigel showing his 63 World Titles experience there Jerry with them moves.

Jeremy Tucker: You are a clown sometimes. You don’t believe he has held them?

Andrew Fulton : Oh, I believe it, I just dot know how much stock I put in it, how can it be?

Jeremy Tucker: I’ll have you know he is one of the most respected workers in this industry today.

Andrew Fulton : He’d want to be.

Jeremy Tucker: CSK delivers a mule kick.

Andrew Fulton : Kennedy showing him what a true wrestler and Champion is in there.

Jeremy Tucker: Your out of line. Feigel is a bonifide superstar!

Andrew Fulton : He may well be, but he is NOT Christian Sebastian Kennedy, and I am telling you, he and his 63 world titles are completely out of their depth here tonight

Tucker sighs, CSK with a swinging DDT, then a pumphandle flipping release half nelson

Jeremy Tucker: Kennedy taking it to Feigel now, he goes for a cover ………. One ………… two …… Feigel gets the shoulder up.

Andrew Fulton : Feigel fights back to his feet, gaining the momentum with a legsweep.

Jeremy Tucker: Sidewalk slam from Feigel.

Andrew Fulton : Feigel feeling it, STINGER SPLASH!!!

Jeremy Tucker: Feigel goes for the cover ……….. one ……………… two ………… kick out by CSK

Andrew Fulton : Easy kick out you mean Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker: Feigel still on the offense, Gutwrench suplex …. Now an EXPLODER suplex!!

Andrew Fulton : Nice!

Jeremy Tucker: He winning you over?

Andrew Fulton : I like him, lets wait and see, he is in there with one of the best ever, so, I would really like to see more of him here with us, I would put one SWAT World title above 663 world titles in them hick Herrera zone feds.

Jeremy Tucker: Feigel with a spin out blue thunder powerbomb … cover ……….. one ……… two ……….. CSK kicks out.

Andrew Fulton : Wow, close one there.

Jeremy Tucker: Feigel signals its over … lifts CSK up …. MIST IN THE EYES!! CSK just blinded Feigel with the mist in the eyes!

Andrew Fulton : Five steps ahead Jerry.

Jeremy Tucker: CSK then nails a lifting heart punch, now Feigel can’t breathe or see!

Andrew Fulton : CSK is home here Jerry!

Jeremy Tucker: Kennedy sets Feigel up … EMPERORS STATEMENT!!!

Andrew Fulton : Nailed it!! Goodnight Irene!

Jeremy Tucker: Cover by CSK ……… one ………………… two ………………. THREE!!!!

Andrew Fulton : Kennedy thru to the final!! Yeah baby!

Jeremy Tucker: Feigel gave it his best shot, but CSK has his number here tonight and goes thru to the final of the tourney!!

Vilify by Device hits and Brady raises the hand of CSK in victory

[SWAT Team]

A whistling comes across the speakers, starting "Eye of the Storm". Daniel makes his way out of the back, no pyro, no flames, nothing. He simply moves to the top of the ramp, looks over the crowd, a sinister smile crossing his features. He walks down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. Standing, he walks his way around the ring, looking over the crowd, leering away.

Frank Salazar : Ladies and Gentleman, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a semi final match in the SWAT International Heavyweight Championship Tournament! Introducing first, hailing from Red Bank, New Jersey and coming in at 6’4 & 243 pounds .... DANIEL COLLINS!!!! ...... And introducing his opponent, coming in at 6’6 and 270 lbs .... HELLS BOUNCER!!!

Highway to Hell by ACDC hits and Hells Bouncer is standing on top of ramp, he lifts his head up and out from behind his trench coat a big mushroom cloud and a boom sound bellows, fire and fireworks explode and Hells Bouncer power walks down to the ring.

Jeremy Tucker : Here we go folks, semi final match underway, the winner to meet CSK!

Referee Brady calls for the bell and Hells Bouncer charges in for a big boot.

Andrew Fulton : Bouncer caught Collins off guard there!

Jeremy Tucker : He sure did, Hells Bouncer looks so intense. He seizes Collins and drills him with a spinebuster.

Andrew Fulton : Irish whip from Bouncer to Collins.

Jeremy Tucker : Collins ducks a clothesline, bounces again, Hells Bouncer with a leap frog, wow, the big man got up there, Collins puts the brakes on .... swinging neckbreaker!!!

Andrew Fulton : Collins is too smart for this Bouncer.

Jeremy Tucker : Collins follows up with a vertical suplex!

Andrew Fulton : Hells Bouncer back to his feet, side Russian leg sweep from Collins.

Jeremy Tucker : Daniel Collins in full control now, cobra clutch suplex!!! Cover from Collins ......... one ........... two .. kick out by Hells Bouncer!

Andrew Fulton : Kick out with authority!

Jeremy Tucker : Both men back to their feet, big right hand from Hells Bouncer

Andrew Fulton : Collins answers with a right of his own.

Jeremy Tucker : Hells bouncer an even bigger shot!

Andrew Fulton : Collins staggers, then chops Hells Bouncing and HB winces in pain.

Jeremy Tucker : Hells Bouncer with a head butt, that rocked Collins, he follows up with a knee to head of Daniel Collins

Andrew Fulton : Hells bouncer powering his way into control

Jeremy Tucker : Running Bulldog .... Bouncer with a devastating bulldog and he goes for a cover ............. one .............. two ...... Collins gets a shoulder up.

Andrew Fulton : “That close” Jerry to advancing to the final.

Jeremy Tucker : He is one of the strongest we have seen come thru the doors of SWAT in a long time, and has made a huge impression here so far!

Andrew Fulton : Collins catches the arm of Bouncer, and takes him over with an arm drag.

Jeremy Tucker : Collins now with a body slam, and follows up with a pendulum backbreaker!

Andrew Fulton : Double arm DDT!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Cover by Collins .... one .................... two ................. kick out by HB!

Andrew Fulton : Thought he had him there Jerry

Jeremy Tucker : Collins got by Brian Miles with the help of Timeless Turner earlier, how about that, what was that all about you think Fulton?

Andrew Fulton : It is not for mere mortals as us to question the actions of Timeless

Tucker scoffs as Collins hits a gut wrench powerbomb/

Jeremy Tucker : Collins glares down at Hells Bouncer, he is signalling it is all over .... BURNING HAMMER!!!

Daniel hoists Hells Bouncer onto his shoulders in a torture rack, then holding them there he turns 180 degrees, leering at the crowd, and finally hops, falling sideways and driving Hells Bouncers head, neck, and shoulders into the canvas.

Andrew Fulton : Say goodnight!

Jeremy Tucker : Collins with the cover ................ One ........................... Two .................................. THREE!!!!! Collins advances .... Daniel Collins advances to the final to meet CSK!!!

Andrew Fulton : Cream rises to the top Jerry! The two top seeds go thru to the final, this is going to be a huge battle, coming_up_next!

Jeremy Tucker : Hats off to Hells Bouncer, and all who competed in the tourney, he and Brian Miles both staying on here in SWAT and we are very lucky to have them hanging around with us!

[SWAT Team]

"Eye of the Storm" plays through the arena as Collins forces a prone Hells Bouncer to his feet and tosses him through the ropes towards the entryway. He takes a slow walk around the ring, eyeing up the crowd, before settling on the far corner, dropping to the canvas and lounging agains teh bottom rope. He signals for a mic and Fulton gleefully skips over and hands him one as "Eye of the Storm" fades.

"That's two down, one to go. One man left in the way of my path to to where I envisioned myself, in the way of my placement as "the guy", where I can finally begin my truth, my reality, in earnest. One more body to lay out so I can begin to truly trample the legacy that was left behind. The tarnished career that needs to be left in tatters. The time is nigh, and CSK is-"

"Orion-Eternity" kicks over, cutting Collins off, and the expression on his face turns sour as he glares up at the entranceway. Roxy sasheys her way out followed by Alex Turner, who has a big smirk on his face and the fist, wearing brass knucks, held high. Daniel grabs the ropes and pulls himself up and moves towards the front ropes, yelling into the mic.

"What the ever-loving hell do you two want?! I told you to stay out of my business and damn if I didn't mean it!"

Turner looks annoyed, and yells back, beginning to go after Collins, prompting the latter to jump up on the ropes and egg him on, but Roxy stope Alex cold and slowly slides a microphone out from her ample cleavage.

Roxy: Both of you should calm your animals and save em for later *giggling* If you find a way to play nice...

She trails off and Turner starts pacing on the stage, Collins grinning at his enemy until Roxy calls back his attentions, slowly and seductively making her way down the ramp.

Roxy: Daniel, honey, you need to understand, we're not here to mess up your chances, no matter how much you two thickheaded manly men may dislike each other. Sure Alex is a lille unhappy that you got picked for this tournament instead of him but he also understands an opportunity when he sees it.

"You need to find yourself a point and find it quick. I have more important people to think about beating on than you two..." Roxy smiles and adjusts her... two. "...three." Daniel corrects himself, slightly flustered.

Roxy: I'm just trying to show you how GOOD we can be together hot stuff. All three of us I mean. We're here to make you an offer, an offer to put aside these tiny little differences and team up for the Anzac and show these SWAT people what some like minded ass kickers can do! And you should really see our application. Could just change your mind...

She points up at the 'Tron and the end of Collins match with Brian Miles appears, where Roxy has Daniel and the refs attention, Turner gets in the ring and decks Miles with the brass knucks and bails before Collins hits the Phoenix Breaker for the win. Alex is posing on teh stage, knucks in hand, and Roxy turns back, seemingly very proud, while Daniel just looks, perplexed.

Roxy: We want YOU. The mean extra crazy asskicking you, to work with us, to take back this federation from all those old farts and teach them a proper lesson. You know my man can go, and he knows you can go, and I am DYIING to find out if you can go, so how about we get our cards on the same table and-

"SHUT. UP."

Collins cuts her off, visibly shaking, free hand on the fire painted Carpenter mask on his hip, fingers carressing the pitted surface as he tries to make sense of what he just saw.

"You two... you two stupid people... you don't know what you're asking for do you. You think that you've gotten a handle at who I am just because I've managed to gauge the kind of people you two are, You're weak, you're dumb, and you wouldn't last mere moments if you dealt with the real me and YOU. You keep at me, trying to wake up a THING that you know nothing about and you Are not prepared to understand the severity of the answer you seek. You believe that you are capable of making a deal with the devil while you offer nothing in return? You have nothing that interests me, Turner. Not even the thought of making you a bloody mess on the floor excites me enough to bring me forth and you have certainly tried more than most ever would dare. Everyone else is content, safe in their knowledge that they simply have to deal with that, speck. You need to entice me boy! aren't even going about it the right way. You need a new apporach, something that doesn't involve taking out your, leaves a long, wandering eye on Roxy frustrations, out on me. You need to make a believer out of me and taking a chair to me over and over again is just not going to cut it. Catch up with me in the Slain Asylum, and maybe, just maybe, I won't take out his frustrations all over your face. Maybe we'll just take them out on hers... Find another patsy, Roxy, I'm just not interested. Get out of here before Security has to escort you both out of the building!"

Roxy: Anything you say. Guess we'll see you at the Asylum then. I'll be sure to, keep you in mind. She slowly slides her mic back between her breasts, moving it up and down suggestively, as she backs up the ramp towards Turner.

Daniel looks a bit confused in the ring but shakes it off and goes back to the corner, trying to reset himself for CSK.

"Kennedy. KENNNNNEEDDDDDYYYYYYYYY. It comes down to this, to us, the way we knew it would be from the get-go. I knew none of these others would be able to hang, that the new guys would be washed out in moments, leaving the only two people that ever mattered in this thing to beat a win out of the each other and look see here we are. You're about to come out here holding your shiny little bought and paid for gold belt and wave it around like you actually earned something even though you know full well that the ONLY reason you're a champion, is the KGB, is Soutter.

Man, you are not good enough, by far, to be the champion of your local bingo hall, and by that, I mean, actual Bingo, in case you thought I was going to give some credence to one of Brian Miles' sixty titles by accident, as if my brain wasn't firing on all cylinders or something. I haven't exactly been tearing things up like I could, but frankly neither have you. Until NOW. Until just, now. We are going to do something special. We are going to show all these people here tonight, all the guys in the back, all the people struggling in our home feds, we are going to show them ALL.

Just how horrible you are.

Alex Turner made himself a factor non-factor in my match with Brian Miles and I regret that. At least Brian Miles acted like he had a shot. Hells Bouncer, I may as well have face off against Cam Devitt for all he brought to that match. You got to sleepwalk through both your matches, which, what a shocker that was, seeing as Suit probably booked the damn brackets. Sadly, you caught me on a good day. A day where I'm actually willing to give you a fight, give you a battle, give you a reason to actually wake up and try.

I know you're going to bring your buddies with you though. I mean, it's the KGB. Bruno can't keep his nose out of anything, be it matches his cohorts are in or his bosses asses, which is the only reason he still has a damn JOB. And Soutter, I mean, it's Soutter. That guy is just pissed that Ryback stole his catchphrase. So I'm sure he'll be out here Hustlin' Banditos cheering you on because you are exactly his type. Dumb and easily manipulated. You give the man credence. It's because of fools like you that he still thinks anything he does or says is relevant, yet he can't get any actual new blood to follow his ass into the abyss because, newsflash, we just aren't that stupid. We know what he wants. We know who he is. We know that his shortcuts aren't worth the laughing stocks we'll become.

It starts here Christian. It starts now, at the Finals for the International Championship. It starts with you.

And it ends. With you."

Collins flips the mic out of the ring and settles back, fingers tapping the mask unconsiously.

[SWAT Team]

Frank Salazar : Ladies and Gentleman, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is the main event of the evening, the final of the SWAT International Heavyweight Championship tournament!!! Introducing first, already in the ring at this time, hailing from Red Bank New Jersey and coming in at 6’4 & 243 pounds ..... DANIEL COLLINS!!!

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Peel their Caps Back instrumental by Ice T hits, and Christian Sebastian Kennedy makes his way out to the rampway, he stands there staring down the ring at Collins, then from the back to join him come Soutter and Bruno. They stand each side of him and all three slowly walk to the ring.

Frank Salazar : And introducing his opponent, accompanied by the KGB, hailing from the Hollywood Hills and coming in at 6’4 & 245 pounds .... CHRISTIAN SEBASTIAN KENNEDY!!!!

CSK hands his Rocky Mountain Championship to Bruno and Soutter heads over to the commentary table and joins them placing on a head set.

Jeremy Tucker : Here we go folks, the main event and final of the tourney.

Andrew Fulton : Welcome Suit! Great to have you join us.

Soutter : Good to be here.

The lights in the Amazons Arena DIE. Pitch blackness takes over the entire arena.

Jeremy Tucker: Uh...

Andrew Fulton: What the hell is this, Tucker? Did we already forget to pay the power bill for this dump?

Jeremy Tucker: Your guess is as good as mine, Suit?

A familiar guitar riff blares through the arena and suddenly the video screen lights up., showing a greenish-blue background a neon green line following along with the music. It looks like one of those old windows screensavers but cooler. Lyrics begin to join the music, the words materializing on the screen as they're said aloud.
A modern day warrior
Mean mean stride
Today's Tom Sawyer
Mean mean pride

Though his mind is not for rent
Don't put him down as arrogant
His reserve, a quiet defense
Riding out the day's events

The

river
After the word River the music cuts out, replaced by a LOUD dial tone sound and the lights die out again, leaving everyone once more in darkness for a long moment before everything returns to normal.

Jeremy Tucker: Oh my god, was that what I think it was?

Andrew Fulton: Well, CSK DID ask for competition.

Soutter : I like it like that!

Referee Brady calls for the bell and Bruno instantly step up to the apron, Daniel Collins ready for him nails him with a running dropkick as he gets up there and sends Bruno tumbling to the floor, but as he lands CSK levels Collins with a brutal clothesline.

Jeremy Tucker : One second, that’s all it took for the Bandits to get involved in this match!

Andrew Fulton : Look Jerry, you better watch your tone now, the big man is right_here.

Soutter : Say what you like Tucker, the fans at home know what is what.

Jeremy Tucker : What is what is that Daniel Collins just decided to bring the fight right to the KGB!

Andrew Fulton : And where did that get him?

Soutter : CSK stomping on Collins, he picks him up and nails a gutwrench suplex!! What a manoeuvre!

Jeremy Tucker : Kennedy is one of the best wrestlers in the world Suit, why does he need you and Bruno out here?

Kennedy delivers a swinging DDT

Andrew Fulton : Is this an interrogation Jerry? Apologies suit, it’s great to have you join us.

Soutter : No apologies necessary Fulton. It’s simple, that clown Timeless Turner already stuck his nose in this tourney in one match, and we are merely out here to prevent him or anyone else screwing our man CSK.

Jeremy Tucker : Didn’t look like that with Bruno trying to involved from the very first bell!

Collins with a legsweep on CSK and then body slams him

Andrew Fulton : Collins trying to fight his way back into it, lifts up Kennedy and airplane spins him, tossing him face first.

Jeremy Tucker : Collins sticking on it, and he front suplexes CSK .... RUNNING DDT!

Andrew Fulton : Collins drops for a cover.

Jeremy Tucker : One ...................... two ... CSK powers out.

Andrew Fulton : Daniel Collins glares down at Bruno on the outside who is screaming abuse his way.

Soutter : Collins whips Kennedy to the ropes but CSK reverses it, Collins bounces off and CSK leapfrogs him, coming down with a one handed bulldog early on Collins.

Jeremy Tucker : CROSSFACE!! CSK WITH THE CROSSFACE!

Andrew Fulton : This could be all over right now!

Soutter : TAP!!!!

Jeremy Tucker : Collins stares defiance and reaches out grabbing the bottom rope and breaking the hold.

Bruno rips his arm off the bottom and CSK rolls over into a Fujiwara armbar

Andrew Fulton : He is quite the submission expert CSK!

Soutter : We don’t just let any hump into the KGB you know. Only the best!

Jeremy Tucker : Collins breaks the arm bar, then drills CSK with a front Russian leg sweep. He then out of no where drop kicks Bruno thru the middle and bottom ropes!

Andrew Fulton : Collins landing right in front of us!

Soutter : (feigns swinging at Collins) Watch it kid!

Collins crotch chops him and then turns around CSK Corkscrew Plancha to the outside

Jeremy Tucker : Kennedy nailed it!

Andrew Fulton : (laughing) The Kid can’t focus Suit!

Soutter : Turkeys always thinking above themselves around here

Jeremy Tucker : CSK rams the head of Collins into the announcers table, and Soutter mockingly cuffs Collins across the back of the head. Then high fives CSK. What are you doing Paul?

Andrew Fulton : Thats Mr Soutter to you Jerry!

Soutter : Your beginning to irk me Jerry.

CSK rolls Collins back into the ring and heads to the top rope, he launches with a moonsault but Collins gets the knees up.

Jeremy Tucker : Collins quickly to his feet and he too heads to the top rope .... CSK getting to his feet, FLIPPING NECKBREAKER!!!

Andrew Fulton : Collins with a cover

Jeremy Tucker : One .......... two ................. Bruno pulls Collins off him breaking the count. This is ridiculas!

Referee Brady stares down at Bruno, then tells him, he is out of here, evicting him from the ring.

Andrew Fulton : WHAT FOR!?

Jeremy Tucker : Open your eyes kiss ass!

Andrew Fulton : Bruno is irate. He storms up the ramp fuming.

Soutter : This is not right, that is my personal body guard, he is employed to watch my back, how can he do that back there?

Jeremy Tucker : Best run off and join him then boss.

Andrew Fulton : Your pushing it Jerry!

Soutter : I’ve had enough of this. If you want something done right, you got to do it yourself.

Soutter throws his headset and grabs his chair heading to the ring.

Jeremy Tucker : What happened to this man, he used to be the fairest man in the world.

Andrew Fulton : Its all about the KGB Jerry!

Soutter stands there holding the chair over his head, posing for the crowd. Collins is whipped to the ropes and ducks a clothesline from CSK and flies thru the top and middle ropes spearing the chair right into Soutter!

Jeremy Tucker : CSK bounces off the ropes and flies outside, but Collins rolls out of the way and CSK comes crashing down on Soutter.

Andrew Fulton : WOW!

Jeremy Tucker : Collins rolls CSK into the ring, lifts him up ...

Burning Hammer Daniel hoists CSK onto his shoulders in a torture rack, then holding them there he turns 180 degrees, leering at the crowd, and finally hops, falling sideways and driving CSK’s head, neck, and shoulders into the canvas

Jeremy Tucker : PHOENIX BREAKER!!!! Ohh my GOD!! Collins just hit the Phoenix Breaker

Andrew Fulton : No one kicks out of THAT!

Jeremy Tucker : Cover ............. one .......................... two ........................ Soutter breaks the count pulling Collins off of CSK.

Andrew Fulton : Phew.

Brady screaming at Soutter now, and telling him he has to go also.

Jeremy Tucker : About bloody time.

Soutter is irate .... Collins telling him hit the bricks, Brady inbetween them arms spread trying to keep Collins behind him away from Suit. CSK runs behind them and hits Collins with a hard knee to the back, sending him flying into the back of referee Brady and both Brady and Collins collapse, banging heads.

Andrew Fulton : Soutter jumps up on the apron and enters the ring.

Jeremy Tucker : NOOO!!! SOUTTER SPECIAL!!! (Rikishi Driver) Soutter just drilled Daniel Collins with the Soutter Special!

Andrew Fulton : Soutter then leaves the ring looking pleased with himself and heads up the rampway.

Jeremy Tucker : This may as well of been a handicap match. CSK covers Collins ...............referee Brady slowly crawling to make the count .................................. One ............................................. Two ................................. Collins gets the shoulder up!

Andrew Fulton : Holy SHIT!

Jeremy Tucker : Man o Man! Collins kicked OUT!

Andrew Fulton : Kennedy hot now, he goes to the outside and grabs a chair from under the ring. He slides back into the ring and lays ghe chair ontop of Collins, then goes back outside, grabs another chair and starts climbing the ropes, holding onto it.

Collins somehow gets to his feet and slams the chair ontop of him into the ropes, unbalancing Kennedy and CSK topples to the mat.

Jeremy Tucker : Collins smashes the chair then onto the skull of CSK!! Powerbombs him onto of the chair! Collins lays the other chair ontop of CSK.

Andrew Fulton : A steel chair sandwich!

Jeremy Tucker : Collins to the top rope .... PHOENIX SPLASH!!!

Phoenix Splash with the opponent sandwiched between two chairs

Andrew Fulton : Unbelievable!

Jeremy Tucker : Collins with the cover .... one ............................ two ................................... THREE!!!! He did it!! Daniel Collins comes out victorious!!!

Andrew Fulton : Cudo’s to him, what a performance!!!

"Eye of the Storm" by WattWhite hits and referee Brady raises the arm of Daniel Collins in victory as we fade.