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Post by SWAT Team on Mar 23, 2019 21:02:08 GMT -5
We return to see Scotty walking into the arena. He stops and looks into the camera. As he looks into the camera with the smirk on his face that tells you the mood that he is in, well is far from playful. He is wearing some jeans and his KGB t-shirt.
Scotty: "So, I am supposed to be the knock knock joke of SWAT that The KGB is telling to amuse all the masses of SWAT. Well, we all know that the real knock knock joke is The KGB gives two shits what anyone has to think or feel. When Hell Bouncer ever thought I was going to be his partner. You see, the plan all along was for me to join KGB. My entire reason for coming to this company was to join The KGB. You see, and this message is for Frosty who will know what I am talking about. You see, KGB is just the force that is Frostbite chose to bring The Empire here we can shut them down. Just like any other team. We can shut them down. I was a Legend way before most of you in the locker room was even training to come into this business."
He nods. He lets the silence grow. While some dark Oakley sunglasses is covering his eyes, the tone in his voice is intense.
"This brings me to Triple V. You wanted to talk all this talk about how the KGB and how I am the regret of the stable. What in the hell are you talking about? Let me fill you in on a few things. Son, You placed a target on your back and you think for a second that you won't find yourself being carried out of the arena on a stretcher? Well, your mistaken. You have this mental image that you're some great wrestler. You are a very small fish in a very large pond. You might wanna take a look at my record. I have won more World Titles than you can even count. I have been in some of the largest and best companies of the World. While I have made my name, you been wishing you could get past your ego long enough to make even a small mark in the history books. While you think they done some bad move bringing me into the KGB, you will find out soon enough what's in store for SWAT. Shit is just starting to pick up around here.
Hell Bouncer, I know you are pissed for me turning on you like that. What did you expect after the way we started out? We weren't allies, hell we were pitted against each other from the start. It was meant for you to take the fall as I joined the most elite stable in SWAT. It's time for Bishop to make his mark in SWAT just like I have done in each company I step foot into. No Man's Land is just the beginning. Win, Lose or Draw I can promise this. Scotty Edwards is going to be remembered."
He adjusts his bags on his shoulder and takes off his Oakley's.
"I am going to address the rest of the men in this match. Get in my way if you think its the best move. But just like Bouncer got it. The rest can fall just like he did. I am coming for a fight. One way or another The KGB is going to win this match. We have sat back and let you lil boys play long enough. It's time for the big dogs to take back over. I'll see you all in the ring."
With that said Bishop walks off.
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Post by SWAT Team on Mar 23, 2019 21:02:32 GMT -5
Match Promo for the Rumble.
"The Dawn of a New Era."
Our scene starts in the middle of a staircase. A cameraman walks up the first flight where he comes across a horrifying scene. Just standing their looking dead at the cameraman is Swat Wrestler, Logan Burgess. It clear something is wrong with him, no words are exchange. Logan copies the way the cameraman's head looks, the way it is angled and the face expression. Logan is wearing a Black Do or Die skull mask to cover his lower half of his face. Pretty much his chin, mouth and the part of the lower half of his nose. Logan has on a ripped white t shirt and blue jeans. This man is out here in the middle of no where with no jacket or hoodie and it's freezing cold.
Their is spraying on walls leading up to the staircase, it says One vs All. Logan rolls his eyes into the back of his head which freaks out the camera man even more. The camera speaks first, he grips his camera to chest using his jacket to cover the phone up and hide it. The man starts to take a step back as he shouts "WTF" towards Logan who's eyes comes back to normal and meets the camera man dead in the middle of his eyes. Logan takes a step forward which almost sends the camera man falling backwards but the man keeps his balance by grabbing onto the railing.
" It ain't normal for someone to go through depression. Dumb me right? I am the same little boy, who thought that getting drunk after a hard days work was just the style. I thought my dad was leaving going to work and not just going to get drunk and cheat on mom. I thought fights in relationship and my mom was getting beating was normal. I thought the drugs was helping my dad and not destroying him. I am that same kid who is now a fully grown man. A man that doesn't believe he has a shot in this rumble. I am a man that knows he got a chance to go all the way!!"
"SWAT this isn't my first rodeo. I been here before, I have stepped in between SWAT ropes before. It will be no difference than anywhere else I have stepped foot in. People gonna see me and cast me to the side like a unwanted plate of vegetables, you're gonna pick on me, and talk about me. I don't want you to say behind my back if you got something to say please say it to me so I can turn all your hate into my fuel and give you something else to hate. Think of it like a cycle, you people feed me hate, I use that a fuel to do better and achieved things that you people think I can't do, like winning this rumble. I will do things that will go back towards you and make you hate me more."
The camera steps closer to Logan, Logan eyes darted from the man to the camera.
"Heh. Call me crazy but I feel this match is going into everyone imagination. Everyone is day dreaming of winning the rumble, everyone is day dreaming holding the big prize, the world title in their hands and be crowed the new champion. Hell I can't even lie, This rumble is the only thing that has been on my mind. This rumble means something, this rumble isn't just a spot fest, this rumble isn't just another match. This is a match where I am walking in a nobody, I am walking in unheard off. New company new settings. Unlike all the others no one eyes are on me. No one likes the outcast, I been sitting up here pulling my hair just thinking of all the shock faces when I win. I been up here laughing my ass off when I see the kids crying when their hero doesn't win."
Logan rips off a board and throws it to the ground.
"I WANT YOU'RE TO KNOW ONE THING ABOUT ME!!! Whenever I am walking down the street, I am in PAIN!!! Whenever I am in the gym, I am in PAIN!!! Every Night when I go to sleep, I am in PAIN!! Whenever I am fighting out on the streets, I AM IN PAIN!! Let's be honest if you're not in pain then you're not living. I love it, I love sending people through tables, I love punching people in the face over and over again. I love it when barb wire cuts their flesh, I might be a sick bastard. well early new alert. THIS SICK BASTARD IS GONNA BE ON EVERY HEADLINE!! YOU MIGHT HATE MY NAME BUT I AM GONNA BE ON EVERYONE MINDS!!!"
"Everyone is coming into this rumble with their dreams clear, well all your dreams are get CRUSHED!!! You gonna learn when it comes to me, the bad guys always win and the nice guys always finish last. You see one thing that is setting me apart from the rest of the guys coming in, is I didn't come here to impress anyone, I didn't come here to make friends, I came here to hurt people. If we are in the same ring, make no mistakes about it...I am gonna try to end your career. It doesn't matter woman, male, kid, old person it doesn't matter."
Logan puts his back to the wall and starts to side down slowly.
" I find it funny, that people hate on me for not being normal. I am the furthest thing from Normal, and I am okay with that. It's a blessing in the skies, I don't think like you people I don't wake up every morning with a goal to cause drama. I don't wake up every day looking to put people down, who are just trying to be themselves. All you so called "normal" people swear to everyone that up and down that you're real, or that you keep a stick on you and ready to shoot someone 24/7. This isn't the old me. I use to change my look and my get up just to fit in, when I was younger I wanted to be the jock of the school. Now I have grown up and realize that's get you no where."
" All it got me was laughed at and joked on. I stepped back and went a few years in the so called indies and got my name on the SWAT management desk, they gave me a call and wanted me to fly in. This is the big leagues the light are shinning the brightest. I have took titles and made them mean something. I have took titles and took them form trash to golden. Once I get in that title match for the world belt. I will be snatching it from whoever dares stands in my way and I will be the first holder and I will raise the belt to levels it can't reach with anyone, but don't you dare cheer me. I ain't your hero and I damn sure ain't a villain."
" What am I? A guy with a purpose, that purpose is to be world champion. I know you guys aren't gonna say in to my face, you guys are gonna talk over the internet behind a screen where you know you're safe. I want you to keep talking it fills me, I already said it, I will say it again and again your hate makes me want to keep pushing. Keep giving my matches bad rating. Tell the owner to fire me,I don't give a fuck now and I damn sure won't give a fuck when I am standing up high and proud with my hand being raised and being announced the winner of the Rumble. If we are all in No Man's land, I will stand in the middle of the battlefield and yell at each and everyone of you to bring it. As unlike you fake actors. I got the balls to. Be ready...I am coming to WIN!"
Logan walks down the steps leaving the camera man frozen. Logan turns a corner and goes out of slight as the camera man's camera dies. The camera man had forgotten to charge his phone before leaving. The man is frozen in shock as he is in unknown building by himself. He does what anyone would do.. The man dashes back the way he came running through dark hallway after dark hallway. He brushes out the same front door he came in from. He sees Logan just standing smoking a blunt. The camera man just stares at Logan back as the scene comes to a close.
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Post by SWAT Team on Mar 23, 2019 21:02:50 GMT -5
Frank Salazar The following contest is a match in the No Mans Land 2 Million Dollar Tournament! Introducing first, she stands at 5 feet 10 inches tall and comes in at 150 pounds, from Bangkok, Thailand
Jade
"Street Fight (On the Sunset Strip)" By Guns N' Roses plays and Jade comes to the ring slowly and ominously accompanied by her twin sister Kim. She jumps on the ring apron and does a sunset flip kip up before standing in the center of the ring looking slowly from side to side before slowly and ominously taking off her dark shades and placing them in her trench coat and slowly and ominously taking off her trench coat glaring as she slowly goes to her corner continuing to glare at the opposite corner and her sister does the same thing before giving her advice.
Jeremy Tucker: Jade has to be one of the favorites coming into the No Mans Land 2 Million Dollar tournament. She has loads of experience in big match environments.
Andrew Fulton: And she has faired just meh in those big matches. Need I bring up the name Yuko?
Jeremy Tucker: The world wishes you hadnt.
Andrew Fulton: True story. Say Shiro three times, I dare you.
Frank Salazar: And her opponent, stands 5 feet 9 inches tall, and weighs in at 173 pounds. She is coming from Gardner, Massachusetts
Alexis Rage.
Welcome to the Jungle by Guns n Roses plays as Alexis Rage makes her way down the ramp and into the ring.
Andrew Fulton: Two entrances. Two times Ive had to plug my ears. Axel Rose can eat a douche burrito.
Jeremy Tucker: Sounds delicious. The referee in charge is Bill Banks. The two combatants circle one another before Rage stops and smacks Jade right across her face.
Andrew Fulton: Bad decisions 101.
Jeremy Tucker: Jade enraged, nails Rage with a smack of her own, followed by a Japanese armdrag. Jades flows right into a cross arm bar, but Alexis is too close to the rope and Referee Bill Banks calls for the break.
Andrew Fulton: Thats what she and Tong call foreplay.
Jeremy Tucker: Alexis Rage shakes her arm to get the feeling back in it. The women lock up in a collar elbow exchange, Rage attempts to hit a double leg, but Jade sprawls and locks in a front headlock, she then sinks her legs down and squeezes in a guillotine choke, Referee Bill Banks starts to count,
Bill Banks: one
two..
Jeremy Tucker: And Jade release the hold before the count of three could occur.
Andrew Fulton: She almost gave Alexis the win there.
Jeremy Tucker: The effects of the choke still are evident as Alexis holds her throat trying to get in the air. Jade pounces with a rear naked choke, but once again Alexis is just too close to the ropes for it to be all that effect.
Andrew Fulton: Shes taking Rages air from her. I believe that to be a sound game plan.
Jeremy Tucker: Jade pulls Rage to her feet and starts with a fury of strikes to the throat of Rage. She hits one, two, three, four swinging double axe handle blows to the chest, neck, face region of Rage. Rage stumbles.
Andrew Fulton: Just like Soutter coming out of a Golden Corral.
Jeremy Tucker: Jade Irish Whips Alexis Rage into the turnbuckle. She follows closely behind and nails her with double knees to the back and nails a bank statement back stabber. Jade pulls rage methodically back to her feet and starts to slam her head against the top turnbuckle. One.. two.. three
Andrew Fulton: Some frustration showing itself from one Jade.
Jeremy Tucker: Four, five, Alexis stumbles down to her knees, and Jade continues the slams. One, two, three, four, five, six, she falls flat and now Jade is slamming her face against the canvas.
Andrew Fulton: Jade is green with fury here, Bill Banks may need to step in.
Jeremy Tucker: Youre not wrong. Jade is in danger of being disqualified.
Andrew Fulton: Rage is in danger of massive head trauma.
Jeremy Tucker: Jade pulls Rage back to her feet, but Rage falls flat. Rage pulls her up again and nails three, four five Thai need strikes to the face of Rage. She slings her to the ground and as she goes for Rage, she is grabbed and rolled up
Bill Banks: One..
Jeremy Tucker: And Jade is out! Jade jumps on Alexis rage in a full mount and begins with vicious elbows stricks, one, two, three, four, five, blood is flying from the forehead, but the onslaught continues, seven, eight, nine, strikes.
Andrew Fulton: Im speechless. Jade is like an attack dog, and Alexis is her bone.
Jeremy Tucker: The bone that referee Bill Banks better watch out for. The amount of blood flowing is scary here folks. Jade smears Alexis blood across her face and gives a rare smile for the camera.
Andrew Fulton: Im scared
and strangely aroused.
Jeremy Tucker: Rage needs to be rescued here folks, but Jade is not going to give her No Quarter. Jade lifts Rage up on her shoulders and nails a Bangkok Driver. This should be it! She goes for the cover!
Bill Banks: One
Twoo..
Jeremy Tucker: And Jade pulls her up by the head. This match should be over folks.
Andrew Fulton: Tong is her husband. I am sure there is TONS of frustration that she has to get out.
Jeremy Tucker:Jade pulls Rage up to her feet again, but she his barely able to stand. Jade calls Bill Banks over and throws Alexis Rages arm across his neck.
Andrew Fulton: Awww, she has empathy.
Jeremy Tucker: And a ghetto blaster! D-Blaster to the back of Rages head!
Andrew Fulton: Five seconds of empathy is still empathy.
Jeremy Tucker: Jade with the cover!
Bill Banks: one
two
three!
Frank Salazar: The winner of the match at 4 minutes and 21 seconds
and moving onto the next round
JADE!
Jeremy Tucker:Jade with the victory in the first round. This is a message to the other combatants.
Andrew Fulton: And that message is blood. She isnt going to show any mercy.
The scene goes to
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Post by SWAT Team on Mar 23, 2019 21:03:04 GMT -5
(Team Fairtex is in the lockerroom almost dressed in their wrestling gear when a Reporter walks in surprising them.)
Tong and Phantam: "Hey wait until we're fully prepared!"
Reporter: "Sorry."
(He covers his eyes along with the camera lens)
Reporter: "Is it okay now."
Tong Fairtex: "Yeah it is."
(The Reporter sighs with relief.)
Reporter: "Did I catch you doing something embarrassing."
Tong Fairtex: "No we were just finishing suiting up for the Royal Rumble."
Reporter: "Sorry."
Phantam Fairtex: "Better be."
(Tong gives him the look.)
Phantam Fairtex: "Sorry."
Reporter: "Speaking of the Royal Rumble you two have been talking about Marcus White and Yokosuda."
(Their expressions grow dark and ominous.)
Tong Fairtex: "Let me tell you something ever since Hardkore Helloween Yokosuda's been going around bragging about how good he is and thinking he's better than anyone else.
Well he didn't beat me did he. No I was beating him and guess who interfered with my match.
Yeah you Marcus. Well tonight Team Fairtex is going to put a hit out on you and we're going to collect on our own hit. I'm going to come after you Yokosuda......"
Phantam Fairtex: "I'm coming for you Marcus. You think you're some dancing machine that makes women go wild at your every gyration. Well I'm going dance all over your face and I'm going to stomp all over your damned body. I'm not coming to play around or engage in some rap battle or dance off. I'm going to put you in the ICU wing of the local hospital. I don't care who tries to help you out and protect you. I'm going to hurt you and hurt you good."
Reporter: "You know Yokosuda's dangerous and Marcus has been on a tear lately."
Tong Fairtex: "Yeah and who did Marcus beat ever since the crowd got behind him. He's beaten nobody and continues to be a loser. Yokosuda's a chain smoking used up wrestler.
Yeah he's still dangerous and I know what he can do since he is a member of The Warhammer Corp. Yet when he trashes SWAT as a backyard promotion. He insults a proud tradition that's been in operation for quite a while and has some of the best talent from the deceased Hardkore World to me from Hardkore World and the two of us from the deceased XPW. Let's see him survive this promotion and see if he stays or goes running and yelping with his tail between his legs. That's what 'The Bangkok Hitman' and 'The Handsomest Man in SWAT plans to do to both of them."
Reporter: "Did you know the SWAT Mid-West Region just re-opened and what are your thoughts."
(Tong's expression grows angrier and darker as his brother restrains him.)
Phantam Fairtex: "He has no comment about that at this time. Time for us to go Tong and I think you should be careful of the questions you ask my brother. Let's go."
(He leads Tong out of the lockerroom as Tong glares ominously at the Reporter as the scene slowly fades to black.)
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Post by SWAT Team on Mar 23, 2019 21:03:23 GMT -5
Switch to the back, Soutter and Pesci seated in the KGB change room. Suit wearing his KGB ring gear, Pesci a $5000 Italian Suit. Bruno standing arms crossed at the front door.
Soutter : Not long now Joe, not long until i make history and win this Rumble!
Joe Pesci : Im just glad to be out of the hospital, ok.
Soutter : We got some things we need to sort out, after this match. This isnt working for me.
Joe Pesci : Would you get over yourself and your mid life crisis already.
Soutter : Im serious Joe.
Joe Pesci : Im serious, once you enter this life, there is NO GETTING OUT!
Soutter : Enter what life? Im a wrestler! The BEST one in the world today! No one can do what i do! No ONE!
Joe Pesci : Well, Mr Best wrestler in the world, i am NOT a wrestler, but i am a business man, and in my line of business, you dont bring someone in for help and then think they can go away when you dont need them any more.
Soutter : I never brought you in for help, and i am not having any mid life crisis damn it!
Joe Pesci : Can it! I bailed you fucken out! I rescued you from them suits busting your balls, i made a sound business decision! We are going to make a lot of money here, and no bleeding heart will get in the way of it!
Soutter : Well deal with this later, i am not through with you! More importantly right now is this Rumble!
Joe Pesci : And what about that fiasco with the Mid West? What are we going to tell the fans about THAT!
Soutter : The truth. It was set to open, and circumstances beyond our control have changed and prevented it.
Joe Pesci : I have sorted out the new rosters, they are up for all to see.
Soutter : (rubbing his hands together excitedly) Mark them of Joe! Mark that roster off! One by One as i toss each and everyone of them over the top rope!
I am The Big Bad Bustling Bandit!
The Centre of Attention!
Master of the Powerslam!
The Sovereign of SWAT!
Mad Dog Paulie Motha Fucken Soutter!
I got the skill to thrill!
The name to entertain!
Im loud and proud, and well endowed!
Im Yelling it cause nobody else is telling it!
And i like it like that!
Joe Pesci : Hey .... try and look out for my nephew in there can you?
Soutter : Each and every man for himself Joe.
Switch to ....
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Post by SWAT Team on Mar 23, 2019 21:03:51 GMT -5
*Phoenix is backstage, smirking and rubbing his jaw as he walks through the corridors. He's carrying the Presidential briefcase and clearly on a mission.*
Cameraguy 7: Excuse me, Mr President? Do you have a moment?
*Phoenix pauses and glares, but his expression quickly softens.*
Phoenix: You know what? I didn't think I did, but I should take a minute. Just sit right there. And I'll tell you the story all about how my jaw got flipped turned upside down.
Alex, Alex Alex Alex. You really think it's that easy, don't you. You think some suit walks in here, flashes some cashes, and BAM. Regionhead? Signing banned talent like yourself? And then you get to kick me in the face and have NO consequences?! No no Alex. You may be Timeless, but like your last job, MidWest is over and done. Out before it gets started. If that's the sort of boss Mr Forbes is going to be, getting some no-talent hack to attack HIS boss? Don't need him here.
So I'm clearing the air. SWAT MidWest is NOT opening, reopening, having a show, having a coffee break, nothing. It's a pipe dream and I'm flushing it IMMEDIATELY.
You, Alex, I just signed to the Southern States region, if only so I know where you are at all times. Live it. Love it. You can watch your old nemesis defend the title HE STILL HOLDS in a four corners elimination match and Alex? I'm telling you this NOW. You. Roxy. Anyone associated with you. Inteferes. Comes out during. In any way so much as LOOKS in the direction of that match? You'll be wished good luck in your future endeavors so fast Roxy will fucking MELT.
Cameraguy 7: Nice to see you're still putting your foot down. Can I ask, do you have anything to say in response to these accusations from Frostbite?
*Phoenix gets a very dark look on his face, a primal growl, muted, gurgles in his throat as he is forced to remember...
UCW.
Version 328.
Or 492.
No one really knows.*
Phoenix: It's funny. I was actually on my way to discuss this very thing. But Since you're here, I suppose I can put this out there for everyone.
Frostbite.
I'm. Not. In. The. Match.
I don't know why you decided to aim your ire at me, beyond the jealousy you carry around in your duffel, but that guy that was out there talking you down? The guy that's gonna toss you straight outta the Rumble?
That's my kid, you blind and deaf buffoon.
I admit. He's got my stunning good looks and my extraordinary fashion sense but dude. Seriously. One too many Phoenix Drivers?
*NO. SUCH. THING.*
Frostbite wrote:
Please let's the record straight, once and for all. While you have walked away from this business for the 500 time, lonely old me, as continue to make a name for himself, while you have become an after thought. You see Phoenix when the going gets tough, you get going or whenever you don't get what you want, you throw a fit like a little old school girl until you get what you want.
Phoenix: I never said I didn't walk off. Hell, I've made a killing ripping on myself about it.
*The President opens up his suit jacket to show a new HPWA Shirt.
"Phoenix
F*ck This
I'm Out
No Wait
I'm Back"
Phoenix: I admited years ago that I'm a hothead. Check my statsheet. Since Day One I've said "might get frustrated and leave". You're not discovering anything new here Columbus.
Frostbite wrote:
There was a match that we were involved or about to be over who was going to become UCW World champion. It was suppose to be a triple threat match between the two of us and Sybrus. He couldn't make it, so it was decided that the two of us were to battle over the title. The results did end up in your favor, but there is a bigger story to tell. Dave Sadler, who is known here in swat, was our boss. He pulled me to the side and told me that he allowed you to beat me because if I had won you would go around crying and complain about you should have been champion. That I was not a worthy champion. So Sadler made you champion because I would not bitch about it. He knew that your ego needed to be fed, thus you became champion. Sadler, also was interesting in putting bodies in the locker room at the time and he knew I'd you did not win you would leave. I had to be the bigger man. Sadler knew that he could do go business with me, and not you. Phoenix that is the god honest truth.i had to choke on my pride because of it.
Phoenix: Are you high? Don't we drugtest these guys anymore? I beat you no less than three times, and I'm pretty sure ALL of those were first winning, then defending, the UCW Heavyweight title I've held twice and NEVER lost. As far as your sob story about my being willing to quit if I lost? Man, this was Sadler. You think he gave ANY fucks if I quit UCW? The fed that I took over from his ass TWICE? The fed that I closed? The fed that I ran roughshod over in three different incarnations?
Let's say, for a moment, that your delusion is even CLOSE to correct. That I put up my original UCW Title in this match for the NEW one, and said I'd leave if I didn't win. Let's say, you actually threw that match.
What about the other two?
Let me refresh you.
You came into that last match helping Star and I run that place while Sadler was dealing with personal shit. You were facing me for the title, AGAIN, having thrown multiple fits of your own that you hadn't beaten me, and you approached Sadler and told him to MAKE ME LOSE. You wanted that belt that badly, YOU went to the owner and pleaded for that higher power help because YOU. CAN'T. BEAT. ME.
And you know how I know this?
YOU FUCKING TOLD ME YOU GODDAMN MORON.
You can take your revisionist history and jam it into the backpay you owe Bruno for absorbing SOME of the damage I inflicted on you. My son was right. You were my bitch. You were the only one in UCW with a ballhairs chance in an inferno to even put on a decent match with me, which is WHY you got multiple title shots in a row. But after you failed over and over and over again, they actually gave up, and, you remember this, started sending me to beat the top names in SCW just to give you a damn break!
You're damn right that I think highly enough of myself to take my ball and go home if I am feeling mistreated, or just annoyed. I do it. I'll do it again. I'll make a fucking victory speech about it and celebrate that I'm the guy that was smart enough to say "FUCK IT" before he REALLY blew up. I have never. Ever. Lied about who I was, why I did the things I did, or why I hate who I hate. I have, however, found ways to move on. I worked with Sadler multiple times and I hated him. Worked with Star a few times and hated her. Worked with Soutter a couple and same. Business is business and you do what you need to do and that's that. And what YOU need to do is shut your hole before you actually DO have to face me again.
And lose to me.
AGAIN.
Frostbite wrote:
So yes we are going to clash, and yes this time around no botching because I toss you over the top ropes either.
Phoenix: So no. We are not going to clash. You are not going to toss me over shit.
CAUSE I'M NOT IN THE MATCH.
*Phoenix snorts metaphorical flames and gives a middle finger salute, before turning it into a thumbsup and smirking. As he walks away, we can barely make out moron uttered within an exhale. He marches up to a blank doorway and knocks on it. Waiting an excrutiatingly long moment, the door opens to pitch blackness.*
Phoenix: You think what you need to think. But I'm here for a favor. And my chain.
*Not the end.*
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Post by SWAT Team on Mar 23, 2019 21:04:11 GMT -5
*Knock. Knock. Knock.*
??: You should get that.
In the darkness, I stir. A being of blackened flames, equally at home in the blazing light of fire as in the pitch coldness of the dark, I makes my way with precision towards the shut door and take a deep breath, collecting myself as best I can before opening the door wide.
On the other side of the barrier stands the President of SWAT. He's in a suit. Carrying that ridiculous briefcase, as if it helps anyone take him seriously.
It doesn't.*[/i]
Phoenix: You think what you need to think. But I'm here for a favor. And my chain.
*I think that I should slam the door in his face. I think that I should unwrap the chain and beat you bloody with it. I think many things.
I motion him inside. Curiousity getting the better of my base emotions.*
Phoenix: Love what you've done with the place.
*Snarky shithead.*
Phoenix: I want to ask you to do a little something for me during the match later. I want you to follow through with what you said earlier. I want you to put a target on Frostbites back and pull the damn trigger. I don't know you as well as I should, but I'm pretty sure you're not at all interested in the Golden Ticket Token Aztec Medallion whatever. You barely cared about winning the International Title, never concerned yourself much with defending it, and didn't really try much for the ACW Title.
*Framed in the doorways light, he looks just a bit more, sad and drooping. This was the Phoenix of legend? It just couldn't be. He's expecting a response. I snort, derisively. He shifts his weight slightly, gets a little bit straighter. His eyes glinted with fire briefly. Maybe there's more there than I can see...*
Phoenix: Listen. Timeless wound up in the Southern States and I know your next match is there. I've threatened Turner's entire career if he tries anything at all.
"I want Kilroy."
Phoenix: I'm not sure there's much I can do about that...
"I. Want. Kilroy."
*His face is a contortion of annoyed and saddened. Same feeling I get looking at him. He should know how it feels... How I feel...*
Phoenix: There's grumblings he's looking to reti-
"He said that when he came back. Someone to go out with a bang against. Someone to PUT HIM OUT. It should be ME."
Phoenix: No. It should be any number of guys that AREN'T you. Then MAYBE it should be you. Regardless, if he's going out he's going to choose how. I'm not going to be able to sway him, not for the title, the family name, nothing.
*He tenses, expecting blowback. Knows he's risking things by attacking. Needed to make a choice, made it, ready to suffer the consequences even with plausible pain. Interesting. Give him slack. See reaction.*
"Fine. You owe me. Don't think that this thing gave you a leg up."
*Give back the manriki-gusari. Used to think it was stupid, but learned the usefulness. Did always admire the simplicity of how it was always available.*
Phoenix: Thank you s- Daniel.
*Crestfallen at the slip. Covers it well enough. Steels up as leaving. No point in thinking about him anymore.*
Told you.
"Shut up."
You needed to hear him. See him. Remember all the pain. It feels like you're going a bit, soft.
"I don't care about him. I don't need to be around him. I'm only doing this so the President of the company I fight for owes me. Nothing more."
Riiiiggghhhttt. Maybe you should tell someone that might actually believe you. This is me, boy. Uncle Carpenter. I'm the one that toughened you up. Taught you how to fight. HOW TO WIN. That? That's just a burnt out husk that you should have shattered long ago. He's a sperm donor who wasn't even smart enough to believe you were alive after having been attacked by a time traveler and TOLD ABOUT YOU.
"I'll never forget old man. I don't need your constant buzzing in my ear to remind me of why I chose the path I did. What the endgame is. The final goal. I'm going to break him. Break his spirit. Break his body. Break his legacy. Burn him to nothing but smoke."
Goooooood. Gooood. Then you should focus on the meat in front of you. Focus on what's coming your way. The bodies that would trample you in his name. Focus on the hate they have for him, that they'll NEED to take out on you and how much fight you want to put into teaching them the error of your ways.
*Focus. That's a good idea. Just get focused. Clear the mind. Stoke the flames. Burn them dark. Not Dark Phoenix dark. No. Now is not the time to release Him. No, this battle barely requires my attention. No one here is worth His yet.*
"Frostbite is first on the list. The prime cut choice beating has been reserved for the man that's not smart enough to pay his attention to what's going on in his new surroundings and in SWAT? That'll get you nothing but self destruction. Years later, after the fact, you are so torn up about being Phoenix's BITCH you can't help but see him everywhere. Let me guess. Did you finally wear UCW gold after he quit? Is that one of the seventeen titles you're crowing about? I've fought people with big title numbers. People like Syberus. Rain. Adrian Tanner Jr. Kilroy Evans. People that are actually respected all over this business. You? You're just a long-winded boring ass loser who's titles are about as important here and now as the guys you despise. There is ONE title that matters in SWAT as of this moment. One title that was instated ten months ago. One title that has existed all that time. One title that has been defended four times. The International Title.
My title.
You? You've shown your hand. You're a liar, and a fool. And all that does in SWAT is show that you are the lowest of the low. You're going to find out, real soon, Frostbite.
You were nothing years ago.
You're nothing now."
I felt chills. Did you feel chills? What else ya got?
"Hells Bouncer. I slapped you around in record time during the International Title Tournament didn't I? I saw your PowerPoint presentation on each and every body in this thing and I gotta tell you I'm didn't actually see the whole thing I went catatonic after the third bulletpoint and didn't regain conciousness till Bozo was on. Sorry man. I'm just gonna try and forget you even got into this match so my brain doesn't shut down again ok? Ok.
There's some other guys in this thing, new signees that literally mailed it in and then lost the postage so nothing ever showed up and now we're all here wondering how much their appearance fees are and if we can apply them to a bonus to Backyard for being so damned entertaining. I don't even care that they're actively trying to make me lose my job. It's just, eyecatching.
But for now, I'll mention The Enigmatic Creature Bobby "The Man" Maples Dean Green Matt Ryno Sasuke Daiki Justin Black and TJ Daniel and say hi guys no one knows who you are but enjoy the free airtime!
Get it? Cause you're gonna go over the ropes?
Through the air?
Hrm. If any of you bothered to show up you'ld be CACKLING right now. As is, you're just going to be crying soon.
I do, however, need to take a moment and look at the Backyard. Beyond being a point of sheer LSD fueled entertainment, Vince had some harsh things to say about me. Something about crabs, and embarassing Turner, and, oh yes, not touring his region.
His recently reopened region.
His non-official until like five weeks ago and still not exactly legal region.
Saying I'm avoiding your pirate island of regional misfits is the equivalent of saying that LEFT Tentacle isn't a danger to everyone around him every time he leaves... wherever you store that thing. Do you really want me to come down there and get crazy with your barnyard? Do you think that's the SMARTEST plan you could have? I expected better of you, what with the lunacy I've already seen spring from your mind, never would I guess you would risk your fifteenth paycheck on having little old me slap around one or more of your guys.
But hey. If that's what you want... I guess I'll swing by. Say hey. Answer all those emails I keep getting from swatbackyardguysrus.org about whether the belt is just gold foil wrapped chocolate or not.
Until then, yoga fire all day and night. Never bothered me anyway."
I might have to join you. Those freaks are just up my alley.
"I can handle it."
Not the point.
"What's Logan's point?"
Is that the guy trying to be me?
"He's in PAIN."
So it's Damian not Logan.
"No no. Damian IS Payne. Logan is IN pain."
Logan is IN Payne? I didn't realize Payne swung that way.
"Dammit no! Logan's hurting at ALL times."
Is that his secret?
"I guess so. He's in pain, we're gonna be in pain, blah blah pain. Something about his balls."
Ooo I got it! They're in PAIN!
"Probably? I turned on the latest Dragonball Super partway through watching these things."
Speaking of Payne...
"He's one of the only guys that revealed NOTHING about themselves. Is he new? I hope he's new. I'd hate to think he's another guy I haven't paid attention to lately."
No. You wouldn't.
"No, I wouldn't. What else? The robo-guy and the clown, right? This things actually a machine? I have NEVER noticed that. I watched his first couple spots and they made no sense, so I knew he was PERFECT for SWAT, and that's kinda it. Then again I didn't really pay attention to the clown, either, so I guess I'm gonna be in for a bit of a surprise... Uhm. Clown champ? Hey man. Good to meet you. I hear you're Buster. Well... uhm...
GET BUSTED."
You didn't stick the landing on that one.
"I just don't want to do this anymore. This whole things is beneath me. Not worth my time. In seven years, when the Heavyweight Title exists, I'll simply go win it, if I want to win it. I'm not getting some golden tampon to keep with me for god knows how long like Kilroy. I'm going to get in, beat on Frostbite, and then, have some fun. Eventually, I'll get bored, and that'll be that."
You have much of your father in you.
"Don't..."
That's exactly the sort of shit attitude he always had and look at what everyone says about him.
"I am not him..."
Yeah, you are. Much as you hate it. Much as you hate HIM. You ARE him, you spoiled lit-
"I AM NOT HIM!!"
*I slam my chair across the darkened room. I hear nothing but the clatter; Clearly missed. Lights on. Chair on the floor. Carpenter's mask, leaning on the bench above. Room empty.*
"Shit."
Fin.
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Post by SWAT Team on Mar 23, 2019 21:04:29 GMT -5
Switch back to the KGB change room, we see Soutter tightening his boots, Fierce reading a book on the Prophet, Bruno hovering protectively at the door, Bishop doing some curls with the stretchy cord thing. Pesci is seated on a bench scrolling his phone.
There is a disturbance at the front door, and we see Kilroy Evans standing there, Bruno blocking his way.
Soutter : Its ok bro, let him thru.
Kilroy Evans : Always a pleasure Bruno. Guys, i wont take much of your time.
James Fierce : Who are you? You are not the Kilroy Evans i know and love and hate!
Kilroy Evans : Ahhh Jimmy, you sound like a scorned lost love.
Soutter : Whats this all about?
Kilroy Evans : I was hoping to have a word with you boss, if you dont mind.
Joe Pesci : Sure kid. (looking up from his phone) Whats on your mind?
Kilroy Evans : (looks at Pesci and points to Suit) I meant this goober.
Soutter : Now? The rumble is mere moments away, can it wait?
Kilroy looks around the room, lost in thought for a moment.
Kilroy Evans : You know what? Yeah, I guess it can. You focus on what's coming up.
Pesci snorts, he is affronted by being ignored.
Soutter : After the show?
Kilroy Evans : How about first West Coast show, we'll take it to...Suits Suite.
Kilroy does a "jazz hands" motion when mentioning the interview segment, much to Fierce's annoyance. Kilroy sees it out of the corner of his eyes and smiles proudly.
Soutter : (beams proudly) Now were talking.
Kilroy Evans : Alright then. sing-song See you soon!
Kilroy walks off and Joe gets up putting his phone in his pocket and walks out of the room, he follows after Kilroy up a corridor and then another and then catches up to him.
Joe Pesci : Hey! FUCKO!
Kilroy turns around and points to himself, surprised.
Kilroy Evans : Who, fucko? Me, fucko?
Joe Pesci : Yeah, YOU fucko! Just who da fuck do you think you are ignoring me in there?
Kilroy Evans : I wasn't trying to be rude. I just needed to make sure I talked to Suit about setting something up. I just needed to get a bit of business out of the way before I put my focus on the match, you know?
Joe Pesci : Ohhh, i dont really know, see i been around here a long while now, and i have barely seen you. Sure you have this big rep and were apparently some big deal years ago ..... many many years ago. But you see, this is now MY company, and you PAL, you just ignored the wrong person.
I have been wondering why you are the only person qualified for the world title match before tonight with some relic gold medal from our first show, soooo, what im going to do, is, that is on the line tonight also.
Whoever eliminates you from the match, THEY get your spot in the World Title Match come Halloween!
Kilroy Evans : (smiling friendly) That...sounds awesome!
Pesci is taken aback by Kilroy's approval.
Joe Pesci : (incredulous) It's awesome? What do you mean, it's "awesome?!"
Kilroy Evans: Are you kiddin'? That's how you raise the stakes and make things even more exciting. Pressure's on now, right? God, this is gonna be fun as hell! I think you've got this shit down, boss man.
Kilroy walks off happy, even whistling a tune. Pesci watches him leave, angrily annoyed by the exchange.
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Post by SWAT Team on Mar 23, 2019 21:05:00 GMT -5
[Wait for it...]
[...]
[...The camera cuts to a BLACK CURTAIN!!!!!]
[...You don't mean...]
[YES! There is a S.W.A.T. logo on the black curtain!!!]
[Could this mean?]
[FUCK YES! THE DEVIL OF SWAT IS ACTUALLY CUTTING A PROMO USING A BACKSTAGE BACKDROP! HE WAS TOTALLY GOING TO DO IT FROM THE CENTRE OF THE EARTH, BUT ROASTING IN HELL MEANT HE'D HAVE A HARD TIME JUSTIFYING COMING BACK TO THE SHITHOLE THAT IS MELBOURNE~!]
[Stop yelling.]
[Does that really bug you?]
[...]
[As the camera turns on, Vile "Vince" Viper turns from profile to face his adoring public, standing in a medium shot against a simple curtain. Glorious.]
Vile "Vince" Viper: You know... I'm going to contradict myssself.
I guess everyone was talking SSSO MUCH SSSHIT, I just felt like I was being left out... so I talked a little too. When I said that Hell'sss Bouncer didn't stand a chance in H E double hockey sticks of winning the rumble? That was a lie. I enjoy lying. You might say that... Hell'sss Bouncer? <shaking head to emphasis humanitarian points> With his slopping Cro-magnon brow, surely he would be of more use at ringside with a projector running footage from the event on his autistic featuresss, taking advantage of his disability so that people in the cheap seats can see me kicking Jimmy Fierce in his almost perfectly trimmed beard.
Cameraman: You're thinking of Marcus White
Vile "Vince" Viper: ...Nah Marcus doesn't have a beard, he might have rubbed some shit on his chin to come up with some diabolical disssguissse, but Jimmy is the one with the (almost) ROCKSSSTAR beard.
Cameraman: No, Marcus is the autistic one... are you thinking of downs syndrome instead?
Vile "Vince" Viper <snapping talons>: THAT'SSS THE TICKET! Sssorry Hell'sss Bouncer... I didn't mean to say you suffered from Marcusssitusss, when I referred to your forehead acting like a film theatre screen, I meant your OF COURSSSE your down sssyndrome. Cut me some slack. I come from a time when all you tards were lumped together, not unlike your abundant chromosome 21.
[Pleased with his explanation, VVV can't help but smile fiendishly.]
Vile "Vince" Viper: ...But one missstake at a time, and the only missstake we're discussing here is that everyone in this rumble, from LEFT Tentacle to Anonymoosssssssssssssssssse can win this thing.
"But Vile, if you're involved in the match, how can anyone win other than you?"
Great question ME. Give yourself a fucking gold star.
[Reaching into his pocket, Vile pulls out a gold star and places it under his tongue...]
[...probably a designer drug.]
Vile "Vince" Viper: The only perssson who can beat VILE VINCE VIPER is... you guessssssed it... VILE VINCE VIPER!!!
I'm my own worssst enemy... <pearly yellows> which is just the way I like it.
Ssso how does that relate to LEFT Tentacle eliminating the V-man to win a golden ticket? <sneering like the question is putting him out> I'm SOOOOOOOO glad you asked. <motherfuckers> Well I'm a BIG MAN... <double take> where it counts... so let me draw you a map of how to undo my villainousss wilesss. <I reintegrate motherfuckers> If you believe in reincarnation, the ability of karma to come back to bite you in the ass --- so that when I kick it old school, I'll come back as the president of the united states or a dragon or some similar evolutionary step ---- if you believe you'll come back based on how you live your life... the question then becomes HOW THE HELL does an inch worm be the best inch worm he can be, hoping to reincarnate as a two inch worm. <aside> Cut it in half. <back> You know how Bucket of Boltsss Balan IS ALWAYS telling Bussster Friendly to be the best version of himself he can be? He's an alcoholic clown who basically wants to be ME. What's he going to do throw a little Frank Wilkes in there to go full Gacy? Asss sssad as he is, Beelzebozo has reached the pinnacle of being Beelzebozo.
...But is he the best copy of me he can be? Fuck no.
Beelzebozo, Anonymoossse, LEFT Tentacle... even Hell'sss Special Bouncer can still win this rumble. Not from doing their best... <ha> far from it... <shaking head> that really isn't good enough. No.
By being THE BEST Vile "Vince" Vipers they can be!
TAP INTO YOUR INNER VILE!
We all got it... and NO I'm not implying I had intimate relations with ALL OF YOUR mothers. I'd have died of AIDS decades ago. No. Jussst Kilroy'sss... and a few others.
Without being related to me, you can still tap into your inner Vile.
When you finish lacing up your boots, I want you to ask yourself... <shooting hands out like christ> WHAT WOULD VILE DO?
[That catchphrase will never get old.]
Vile "Vince" Viper: ...And the anssswer will be clear as day...
For example... sitting on the bench, Dean Green finishes scratching slash licking what we can only hope is chocolate off his pant leg... the rumble is almost here. Dean asks himself... WHAT WOULD VILE DO... the answer is clear.
Since Vile IS NOT Dean Green HE is going to win, but IF HE WAS Dean Green, he wouldn't stand a chance in hell.
Faced with losing options, Green decides that Vile wouldn't focus much on the rumble, instead choosing to hook up with one of the Amazon tournament participants. Even the losers of a singles match make more than the random rumble participants, plus low self-esteem for losing the tournament. A much better shot at a winner's purse, because the ladies will pay through the nose if you can look past their grotesquely boyish figures, as a bonus you also don't risk catching Marcusitis off these down under ring rats.
A life is saved. You're welcome Dean. ...Now should you feel indebted to me for saving your life Dean, do me a solid, and blow your brains out with a AK-47. Its long, and as a result, funnier.
Many SSSWAT stars have already taken up this wonderful gameplay...
Frossstbite'sss Bitch'sss Bitch, Ssscottie "desperate to stay in a gang because he can't make it on his own" Bissshop, Wish you were Right Tentacle, Phoenix rose from the ashes and left something behind, and the loutish Australian have already realized this amazing method to capture their inner Vile. What did they do? Realizing that they were facing an opponent they didn't stand a chance again, they asked "What Would Vile Do?" The answer? Cut promos so incredibly irritating that Vile takes his own life, realizing how many years have been wasted on a sport where people actually thinks that shit cuts it!
Nice try gentlemen, the old lull my opponent into a fatally depressed ssstupor. <aside> I hope you paid the full price for the VVV playbook, and didn't pick it up at a used book store, you cheap pricks. <back> Fortunately I don't actually watch any of your work <thank god> - I have assistants to do that for me. <gloomy> They're all dead now. <brightening up> But they used an AK-47 to do it, so it was funny.
It almost seemed like you gentlemen couldn't be bothered to put the effort in, until you were called out by name... like the great one mentioned you, so you were obliged to ressspond. <pained> You really weren't. If you ever hear me say something about a piece of shit as insignificant as LEFT Tentacle or yourselves, please know that I'm reading a teleprompter, and I have people write that shit for me. <grimace> Probably bring you up as a rib.
[Old Scratch only likes his own ribs.]
Vile "Vince" Viper: Ssscottie Bissshop... The Bish... that was quite the temper tantrum. The thought of your being the weakest link in the KGB -so incredibly inept and pathetic that the entire roster ran out to Soutter's aid at New Year's Nightmare because they just didn't think you had it in you - really hit home. Like you know how close they are to going... "in a federation with Pesci's nephew, we just have no use for the bitch... I mean Bish." Yeah, that little segment where they made a HUGE DEAL out of you joining was almost as embarrassingly self-indulgent as that time Pesci made a play for a younger woman. (...) Who am I kidding? Drawing attention to YOU of all people, BOTH turning on someone - oh my god what a surprise, AND joining the group? Jesus.
Soutter must wake up in cold sssweatsss EVERY NIGHT... and when Pesssci rolls off of him and asks what was disturbing his beauty sleep, you know that Soutter says: "I DREAMED WE LET BISHOP INTO THE KGB, WHAT A FUCKING NIGHTMARE. I JUST LOST YEARS OFF MY LIFE FROM FRIGHT, EVEN THINKING THAT AN ELITE GROUP WITH JOE PESCI'S NEPHEW IN IT WOULD STOOP SO LOW AS TO LET THAT NO TALENT PIECE OF SHIT HACK SCOTTIE BISHOP INTO IT. ...AND WE ACTED LIKE HIM BETRAYING HELL'S BOUNCER WAS A BIG DEAL... LIKE THAT MONGOLOID COULDN'T EVEN TRUST A MIRROR TO HAVE HIS BACK. WE WERE THE LAUGHING STOCKS OF THE WRESTLING WORLD, AND EVEN WHEN THE KGB WAS RUN OUT, EVEN WHEN THE REGIONS SPLIT APART A MAJOR MOVE ONLY DONE IN THE HOPES THAT SWAT FANS WOULD FORGET THE HORRIBLE TAINT THAT WAS BISHOP AS SURPRISE MEMBER WE KEPT AROUND TO CURTAIN JERK, THEY REMEMBERED ANYWAY... and we were ashamed."
...And then Pesssci ssswallowsss hard... and goes "uh... yeah... that sounds like a pretty bad dream that definitely didn't happen in real life honeybuns." ...at which point Pesssci climbs back on top of Soutter, spooning his brains out in the hopes that The Bandit dies before he thinks of having Marcusss White betray Marcusss White to join their elite club... BECAUSE THAT IS LITERALLY THE ONLY THING WORSE than having _YOU_ BISH swerve people and join the KGB, you stupid sack of shit.
...But for driving Sssoutter into the loving arms of Pesssci AND an early grave, I _have_ to congratulate you Bissshop on finding your inner Vile.
[Wow, this curtain backdrop is fun. Isn't it great when you can just talk smack without putting any thought into your setting.]
Vile "Vince" Viper <admiring the curtain>: Ssspeaking of promos that <ha> felt a little forced.
Frossstbite... after your six hour miniseries of "me and the wife discover a great way for you to lose weight, we talk while you vomit," I figured you'd said your piece going into the rumble... BUT NOOOOOOoooooo... "the king of snakes' teleprompter gave me face time, so I need to return the favour." <grimace> You really didn't have to. <infamous sneer> In this rebuttal, the role of the boring wife will be replaced by the slightly "Hell's Bouncer" personal assistant.
[That seems to be a new slang.]
Vile "Vince" Viper: This was how it was summed up for me: "OH MY GOD, I STILL HAVE NOTHING FOR THE AUDIENCE TO RELATE TO, I'M LIKE THE POOR MAN'S BOBBY MAPLES, SO INSTEAD OF GIVING THEM A REASON TO GIVE A SHIT ABOUT MY RUMBLE CHANCES I AM GOING TO TALK ABOUT HOW GREAT ICWF WAS." ...Hey Frossstbite... congratulations on all that success you had in that other fed that's been closed for a decade - that is only remembered these days for the EXTREMELY BRIEF Hopper run that you weren't a part of. "...But when there wasn't anyone there worth a shit, I won the world title twenty seven times." INCREDIBLE FROSSSTIE. <slow clap> ...What an amazing accomplishment.
...Still, you ask me what I've been up to lately, while you live in a slightly smaller past?
Not much, just exchange recipesss with the missus.................. oh does that mean nothing to you?
I thought that was the kind of shit you thought people were interested in?
FROSSSTBITE... we could talk a lot of crap... me ignoring your trivial accomplishmentsss, you showing your delusssion by somehow thinking we're in the same league.
No doubt hilarious I'm sure.
...But lets get to the heart of the matter. That last interview that focused on your Uncle Vile? That was embarrasssssssing. I don't think much of you... and it may be the dementia talking... but you're better than that. Rewatch it. My assssssssistants died watching it, the least you can do is put the same effort in. Does that represssent the mighty Frossstbite?
<shakes head> ...Now I'm pretty sure you're going to get eliminated in seconds, so we probably won't cross paths. HELL... you might be channeling your inner Vile to find a way not to be humiliated by me... <rolls eyes> I'm not the one you have to be worried about humiliating you. ...But we are going to be in the Sssouthern Ssstatesss together, so even if you dodge a bullet in the rumble, we're going to dance eventually.
...Between now and then, do me a favour, and shape the fuck up... because the Frostbite thats coming to this rumble? If I see him one on one, you're going to have to PRAY they reopen the ICWF hall of fame... because there will be nothing left to remember.
[Cold Blooded.]
Vile "Vince" Viper: ...Ssspeaking of guys I don't want to wrestle that I will probably end up wrestling in my personally war to annoy Fierce by becoming the king of the south... DARK HOOKED ON PHOENIX... at the first Sssouthern show, my boy Morrisss Bassssss is going to force feed you a disgusting amount of flash paper, because he knows how much I want to see you "spontaneously" combussst. <appreciative grin> Morrisss is cool like that.
Now... <holding imaginary suspenders> I'm no bankrupt wrestling federation president... that'd be your dad... but it seems to ME... that if you lost the strap to a Southern States worker, you'd be forced to join our redneck spectaculars while Morrisss continued to tour with the belt.
...I _REALLY_ don't want to wressssssssstle you. The thought painsss me. The only good thing about you being down there is using the catchphrase: "Much like the south, Dark Phoenix will rise again!" ...Its catchy, but not worth my suffering.
See the problem with making enemies out of every person I've ever met, and then wrestling for another thirty years... means that I've had my fill of second, third, forth generation stars that think they can somehow exceed their heritage of failure. "Oh, you murdered my great grandfather, I'm here to settle the score." <infamous sneer> Wrestling families REALLY suck.
Ssssssssssso the thought of taking on yet another entitled douche who thinks he's genetically predisposed to being awesome because his dad spent more time on the road doing coke then attending pancreas removals... well... wrestling another one of you just sssickensss me.
"Oh, its nothing personal, I just hate you." That's what they all say... but you wind up with the Sssouth, and the next thing you know you'll be defending the family honour, discovering that in the past I fucked your father or something. <shrugs> May have happened. Kilroy's Mom was like Mussolini when it came to running trains on time... but swords cross. The point is, forget about your pride, forget about the possibility of Kilroy being your half brother, FOCUS on losing in the rumble quickly so you can be fresh against Morrisssssssss. <aside> ...Don't tell him I'm giving you pointers. <back> I would much rather you lost the belt in the East Coassst so you could continue feuding with Timeless in some sort of Sarte inspired hell on a program I don't watch. Find your inner Vile and do the right thing... one second self-elimination... <smirk> ...ak-47 is optional.
[Spinning around on his toe, Vile slashes the curtain in two so that we don't get any more of these damned curtain promos.]
Vile "Vince" Viper: ...That leavesss usss with Paul...
Paul... I know what you're thinking.
If I told Bissshop what EVERYONE was really thinking... then it might not have been a dream that he joined the KGB, and life might REALLY suck right now.
[...]
Vile "Vince" Viper: Yeah, your stable is garbage. I wish I had better news for you. I really do. Maybe you can get Hell's Bouncer to join? Doesn't strike me as having the mental facilities to remember a grudge, and anyone beats the hell out of Ssscottie.
I'm not here to depressssssss you, Sssoutter... you have enough on your plate... no I'm here to cheer you up.
You sssee Paul... EVEN YOU... YOU... have a little Vile in you.
[...that was surprisingly generous.]
...That's what Pesci calls his penis.
[WHAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Vile "Vince" Viper <shrugs>: I guess he thinks it makes it cooler. ...He's not wrong.
SSSO SWAT... I HAVE PUT THE FEDERATION ON CALL, AND THIS IS WHAT YOU OFFER ME?!
I HOPE TO HELL THEY TAKE MY ADVICE ABOUT PROJECTING OFF OF THE WALL THAT IS HELL'S BOUNCER'S NOGGIN, SO THAT EVERYONE IN ATTENDANCE CAN SEE-----------------------
THE SCARLET SERPENT...
THE KING OF SNAKES...
THE LORD OF FLAKES...
THE FREAK SHOW STOPPA...
THE FEDERATION KILLER...
THAT FOUNDATION OF EXTREME...
THAT CHEAP HEAT MACHINE
3 2 the V, The V Man, Triple V, Vicious Virtue, Uncle Vile, The Devil of SWAT, Old Scratch, The Virtuous One, The Vile Side, V~V~V, The Man, The Myth, The Legend,
BY ANY OTHER NAME THAN VINCE - THE WRESTLING _GOD_ HIMSELF...
Moi...
Throwing out over thirty of the sssaddessst mother fuckers he's ever had the misfortune of stiffing the shit out of... KNOW that it is the highlight of those sorry sacks sketchy careers... be happy for them... this is the culmination of a lot of careers... soak it all in... and most importantly...
KNOW...
THAT IT-------
IS GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[The God of Wrestling pops another five golden stars into his mouth, so that you know he's going to enjoy tonight as much as the sorry SWAT personal enjoy being mistreated by him.]
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Post by SWAT Team on Mar 23, 2019 21:05:33 GMT -5
Frostbite is standing in front of a locker room as he is tapping up his fist. As he finishes up he is throwing rights and lefts in front of the locker. He takes a seat on the bench as he bends down and tapes up his right ankle which has been hurt recently but for the rumble he has medical clearance. As he tilts his head from side to side as his neck cracks, as a wicked smile comes across his lips. He begins to slide on his right boot you can see a little bit of pain etched on his face, but he laces up that boot.
As he is doing so Carrisa walks into the locker room with a bottle of water in her hand. Frostbite looks up with a shocked look on his face.
Frostbite.. I did not think you have access to the men locker room.
Carrisa.. I have access to go anywhere, since I am with you this evening. I saw the pain etched on your face as you slide on that boot.
Frostbite.. Ankle being acted up after that match I had in the Asylum recently. I think it might be broken.
Carrisa.. And they are letting you in the ring.
Frostbite.. I signed a waiver, Soutter knew of the ankle, but he is allowing me to get into the rumble. After the rumble I will get it looked at. But I am focus on winning this rumble.
Frostbite stands up and takes the bottle of water.
Carrisa.. Sir, I wondered if you heard what Phoenix had to say about you.
Frostbite.. Please do not call me sir. Frostbite or John is fine. But yes I did hear.
He puts his pair of blue gloves.
Frostbite.. Phoenix, thinks I have on drugs. Soutter needs to have this man tested. He is probably shooting up right now and watching porn in the locker room on his cellphone. From what I could pick up and with you talking out of your head probably from the drugs. Let me see if I can help the world understand something. You tell us that you did not like Sadler or Star or even Soutter. Phoenix did it ever occur to you that might be a pattern there somewhere and it all involves you. Phoenix you are not the best person in the world to do business with. You are a legend in our own mind. You think nobody can beat you.
What I spoke was the truth. Maybe as I sit here and think about it long and hard. Sadler might have told you one thing and maybe he told me something different. I have been in companies where management lies to their talent. Maybe if they tell something and another something else their performance in the ring will be better. If the show is better than more money in there pockets. I am sure to some degree that could have been the case here. I have had some issues with Sadler, but we figure things out. I did not work with Star to long to pass judgement. Soutter and the late Packer always did right by me. So please don't lie to everybody and say that I am hard to get along with because I never have been. When in fact you are talking about yourself.
I never went to Sadler and bitch about you have the title. Then again, it goes back to what I have already stated earlier. I am sure he told you one thing and told me something else. The last days within the UCW. Star did come in after you left the company and sure I won back the title. But to be quite frank, yes I did get the belt back. Like everybody else we thought Sadler was going to step back in and take over. But they never came to pass. Star offered me a chance to come to SCW, to wrestle a couple of matches which never came about. The company closed, and thus no more UCW.
Phoenix, I have never lied to you or the wrestling business about things. Hell the last few years, I have ran into problems where companies were screwing ,over and I had enough and walked out. Something that you are good at Phoenix. But I have my reasons for doing so. I am not going to keep arguing about our time in the UCW. Because you feel that you are right and I feel that I am right. I am so sorry that I was wrong about your participation in the rumble so sorry king Phoenix, and you wonder why people can stand you. Not because of your talent, but because you that God mentality that you have. I am sure if you have the time to cut another promo I am sure I will get an ear full.
Carrisa takes the bottle water away from Frostbite.
Frostbite.. I was find it funny. When this person or that person wants to beat my ass. And you wonder why that is the case. When I walked into any company people know that I am a threat to anybody. Phoenix spends a 20 page promo telling me how wrong I am about the past and I will never beat him. Because he knows that I am a threat.
What about Viper he also spends half of his promo telling me that I am not that good. But yet, he knows that I am someone to be taking seriously. So please, I certainly look forward to hearing the others downplay things. But the fact remains, that I am going to go out to the ring and show the world just how good I can really be.
He shakes his head.
Frostbite.. One finally note.. I believe it was Phoenix bragging about you he has beat. That always goes back where any wrestler will tell you that the company they were in was the A- league. I never took the chance to step into hardkore world for only a couple of shows before it closed down. I wish I would have went sooner, it was a regret on my part. I have been here in Swat and did well the first time and did well, but that was the past, this is the here and now.
Carrisa.. Anything else that I can get you.
Frostbite.. I am fine.. But later on, I guess I did to prove people wrong and that is what I am going to do.
He throws some more punches into the air as the scene fades out.
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Post by SWAT Team on Mar 23, 2019 21:05:49 GMT -5
(Olympia is fully rested and she is stretching to keep loose between sips of water as she psyches herself up for "Lucky" Linda La Fey as Glamourous Glenda comes in.)
Glamourous Glenda: "Olympia you're set to face 'Lucky' Linda La Fey."
Olympia: "It seem early for a champion vs. champion match up, but I'm not the one who does the pairings or seedings. Still it's going to be quite an interesting battle between us. I respect her wrestling abilities and Linda's a tough competitor and one of the best champions so far."
Glamourous Glenda: "Linda was both complimentary and critical about your victory over Suzi Spitz."
Olympia: "Some will say that I was lucky and my victory was a fluke. Some will think it was an upset that no one saw coming. Nobody thought Avery Cullen would beat SWAT Amazons General Manager Alice and nobody thought Linda would beat Tornado Red. Yet look what happened and there's probably even more surprises coming in No Man's Land."
Glamourous Glenda: "You could be right. So what do you think your chances are since you are the underdog going into your match with 'Lucky' Linda La Fey."
Olympia: "Well I relish the role of the underdog. Rocky Balboa was the underdog and he beat Apollo Creed in Rocky. Nobody thought that a Little League team from New York would beat the Japanese Little League team but they did. Nobody even thought of giving the Philadelphia Eagles a chance to be in the Super Bowl and yet they're playing in the Super Bowl. When it came to the Rio Games a year and a half ago. Nobody thought I would be able to win gold medals in two events Taekwondo and Judo but I fought my way through every competitor and won being the only competitor to win gold medals in two disciplines. So anyone who considers me the underdog is nothing short of complimenting me."
Glamourous Glenda: "So how do you plan on countering Linda's skills."
Olympia: "I'll be myself and stay true to what got me this far and see if this underdog can go all the way to the finish line at No Man's Land. Like I said this is for the fans and this is for the Good Ole USA and most of all for all those athletes striving for greatness and advancing their dreams. Hurrah!"
(She leaves as the scene slowly fades to black.)
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Post by SWAT Team on Mar 23, 2019 21:06:10 GMT -5
("Street Fight (Rumble on the Sunset Strip)" by Guns N' Roses plays and Jade makes her way to ringside and takes her seat between Jeremy Tucker and Andrew Fulton. She puts on her headset as the ringsiders cheer her.)
Jeremy Tucker : "We're joined by Jade who seems to have an interest in this match."
Andrew Fulton : "I know who I have an interest in and she is a babe....."
Jade : "Push your luck Fulton and you'll see what happens and yes I do have an interest in this match."
Jeremy Tucker : "If it involves a certain competitor that you faced at the Adrian Tanner, Jr. Tribute Show. Then I think we know the obvious."
Jade : "If we beat all our opponents nothing will stand in our way, but at the moment all I'm interested is in my match and that's all I'm focused on and I know she is focused on her opponent as well."
Andrew Fulton : "I know who I'm focused on."
Jeremy Tucker : "Well these two rivals will be continuing their long running feud to determine who will move on."
Andrew Fulton : "Nothing gets a real man like me sexually aroused than a woman's match like this."
Jeremy Tucker : "Tonight Wildcat Lynn Brewster and Candice Morelli have vowed to settle their feud in No Man's Land once and for all."
Jade : "Be assured about one thing and that is ours is just heating up and it's ready to boil over in all out war."
Andrew Fulton : "I just love a good potential catfight between two sexy women.....OWWWW!"
(Jade continues to put pressure on his crotch.)
Jade : "You were saying Fulton."
Andrew Fulton : "OWWWW! I just love it when you squeeze my balls.....OWWWW!"
(Jade pulls out her semi-automatic and points it at his crotch.)
Jade : "You want to love your crotch again Fulton."
Jeremy Tucker : "I'd take that warning seriously if I were you."
Andrew Fulton : "Fine. I'm sorry."
(Jade releases his crotch and puts away her semi-automatic.)
Jeremy Tucker : "Okay....Now that my partner's had his fun. Let's not delay and go to the ring for the introductions."
Frank Salazar : "This first round match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Jacksonville, Florida. She comes in at 5'7" and weighs 125lbs. Candice Morelli."
(The ringsiders cheer as Candice Morelli storms ringside her blonde hair flowing as she slaps and high fives the fans on her way. She jumps up onto the ring apron and sommersaults into the ring and gets onto the top rope yelling as she pumps her fist into the air and jumps down onto the canvas.)
Frank Salazar : "Now introducing her opponent from Savannah, Georgia. She comes in at 6ft and weighs in at 215lbs. She is the legendary Wildcat Lynn Brewster."
(The ringsiders boo as "Cat Scratch Fever" by Pantera plays and Wildcat comes out. When the lyrics start she walks down to the ring. She gets onto the ring apron looking around at the crowd, then gets in the ring and removes her jacket that says Wildcat on the back. She is wearing black leather pants, black and medium purple striped t-shirt her shoulder length auburn hair is worn in a pony tail. She remains oblivious to the boos almost enjoying it.)
Jeremy Tucker : "The bell rings and this match is underway. Lynn and Candice circle and lock up and they manoeuvre for position and Lynn easily gains the advantage. They lock up again and they grapple for both advantage and position but Lynn again easily gains advantage despite Candice's attempt to grapple with Lynn as she traps Candice in the corner."
Jade : "Candice ducks under Lynn's cheapshot and she comes firing back with a series of punches and kicks which is what she needs to do and that's use her speed to her advantage and attempt to wear Lynn down. Both these women want to advance and who will use their advantages the most during this match to advanc. Candice whips Lynn who reverses it and sends Candice into the corner, but Candice places her knees up and Lynn is a bit stunned. Candice gets onto the top rope and dropkicks Lynn. She attempts to clothesline Lynn but Lynn clotheslines her first. Now Lynn takes her down in a side headlock and they grapple on the mats in a circle."
Andrew Fulton : "Candice counters with a roll up which Lynn easily rolls through retaining the side headlock. She finally succeeds in countering the headlock with a head scissors and she has it in tight with those lovely legs of hers. Lynn makes her way back to her feet and presses forward using her power to her advantage to easily break the head scissors just as I was enjoying that action. She lunges forward to reapply the side headlock."
Jeremy Tucker : "Please #MeToo Movement and pardon my partner the sex fiend. Lynn and Candice make their way back to their feet and Candice forces Lynn into the ropes and she whips her into the ropes but Lynn blasts her with a shoulder block. Lynn bounds into the ropes and Candice drops down and kips up drop kicking Lynn. She delivers a series of high flying dropkicks forcing Lynn out of the ring and she is really steamed."
Jade : "You can tell the look on Lynn's face is nothing short of committing murder."
(Lynn looks at Jade and points at her screaming.)
Jade : "Don't blame me for drop kicking you out of the ring. Candice bounds into the ropes and she flies over them and delivers a flying bodypress sending them both into the guardrail. Candice psyches herself up and takes Lynn by the hair and she smashes her head repeatedly into the ring post and then into the ring steps before rolling her back into the ring. She grabs a chair and slides it into the ring."
Andrew Fulton : "Candice just treated Lynn to a few chair shots. She whips Lynn into the ropes and dropkicks her again. Candice is surprising both Lynn and all the ringsiders so far. She's obviously sending a message that nobody is going to dominate her, but she can dominate me anytime she wants....Oh baby please don't get killed by Brewster."
Jeremy Tucker : "Why am I not surprised you'd say something like that. Candice whips Lynn into the ropes but misses with clothesline. Lynn comes off the ropes and she tackles Candice to the canvas and starts grounding and pounding her with a vengeance. She's obviously sending a message to you."
Jade : "I'd rather have them directly sent to me in the ring. Candice manages to get the crook of her leg below Lynn's neck and forces her onto her back. She returns the ground and pound with as much vengeance as Lynn had. They roll back and forth grinding it out which works in Lynn's favour being she's stronger and heavier."
Andrew Fulton : "Catfight! Catfight! Two sexy women in a catfight MREOWW......OWWWW!"
Jade : "You'll get worse if I get my hands around your throat."
Andrew Fulton: : "Okay babe.....I-I'm sorry."
Jeremy Tucker : "They continue to grind the other down as they roll back and forth pounding on each other, but you're right Jade about Lynn using her power and weight advantage. Lynn came for both a fight and a beat down of Candice and she's starting to do just that."
Jade : "They roll out of the ring and continue to fight but Candice is at a great disadvantage. Lynn smashes Candice's head into the ring steps and repeatedly into the ring post repeatedly. She's obviously returning the favour."
Andrew Fulton : "Don't look now but she's looking at you Jade....."
Jade : "Just take Dragonatrix's advice Lynn and concentrate on Candice and your match."
Andrew Fulton : "Lynn whips Candice into the security railing and she splashes her.....Oh I do wish that was me. She grips her in a bear hug and smashes Candice's back into the......Oh what an arousal I'm getting....Oh please stop....OWWWWW!"
Jade : "Will you stop that."
Andrew Fulton : "Oh yeah.....Lynn now smashes Candice's back into the ring apron and rolls her back unceremoniously into the ring and points to you again."
Jade : "We'll have plenty of time to resume our war so concentrate on Candice."
Jeremy Tucker : "Lynn finds a sheet of metal under the ring and slides it into the ring. She waits and she begins beating her up relentlessly over the head with it. She sets Candice up and delivers a Three Amigos with it. She sets up Candice and suplex's her onto the chair and delivers another Three Amigos which isn't much of an amigo to Candice's back."
Jade : "Lynn goes for the pin....One....Two.....Candice kicks out. Lynn picks her up but Candice delivers a series of headbutts and then follows up with a series of European uppercuts and elbows. She whips Lynn into the opposite corner and stinger splashes her. She whips her into the opposite corner and stinger splashes her again."
Andrew Fulton : "What a wet dream of a match so far. Candice delivers a series of chops, but Lynn turns her around and she delivers a brutal series of kicks and punches beating Candice down. Lynn points to you as she delivers a series of really stiff chops to Candice's chest...."
Jade : "Concentrate on Candice Lynn and we'll see who kicks who's ass later."
Jeremy Tucker : "Lynn whips Candice into the ropes and powerslams her with authority into the canvas and goes for the pin.....One....Two....Candice barely kicks out. Lynn's face shows nothing but murder as she mounts and grounds and pounds Candice relentlessly as if sending you a message."
Jade : "Just the two of us in the ring will be where we can send as many messages as we want with our fists and anything else we can use in the ring. Lynn leaves the ring and finds a baseball bat as Candice desperately finds a chair and throws it at Lynn and executes a Vandaminator. She grabs that baseball bat and jams it repeatedly into Lynn's stomach and mid-section before smashing it repeatedly over Lynn's back with a vengeance."
Andrew Fulton : "Oh if they had tech that could film a brawl like this and you can replay it with various scenarios.....Oh that would be the ultimate fantasy come true for someone like me....."
(Jade pulls her semi-automatic out and points it again at his crotch.)
Jade : "You're on the verge of losing your manhood with your mouth."
Andrew Fulton : "That's my moneymaker....."
Jade : "If you want your moneymaker to keep making money. I advise you keep your mouth in check."
Andrew Fulton : "It's my nature."
Jade: "You're nature's going to get you into a whole lot of trouble Fulton."
Jeremy Tucker : "Candice jams and holds the bat in Lynn's throat pressing down relentlessly as she chokes her with it. She tosses the bat away and attempts a rear naked choke and has it close to cinched in."
Jade : "Candice's arm span is a bit too short for Lynn's muscular neck to have it cinched in sufficiently. Lynn easily resists by gripping Candice's wrist and is pushing it away as she arches upwards and turns around onto Candice working her hard with vicious forearms elbow strikes and don't even try it Fulton."
Andrew Fulton : "Okay....Okay. Lynn sets up Candice and she executes a series of German suplex's before she goes for a bridge pin....One.....Two.....Th....No! Candice barely gets a shoulder up infuriating Lynn even more."
Jade : "Candice survives another pinfall but for how long. So far Lynn's been dominant for the second half of this match and is probably starting to toy with her. If she's attempting to prove something to me. We'll meet when we deal with the rest of our opponents and we'll see who's going to be dominant since nothing has changed between the two of us."
Jeremy Tucker : "Lynn whips Candice into the ropes again and belly to belly suplex's her and follows up with a body slam with authority. She drops a series of really vicious knees to Candice's head and goes for the pinfall and this is it......One....Two.....Thr....No! Candice still refuses to be defeated."
Jade : "She barely got an arm up. Candice is game and she wants to prove she can hold her own against her rival Lynn but she's too overmatched now. Lynn's truly stepped up her game on several levels and she wants to win really bad. Lynn whips a barely conscious Candice into the ropes and gorebusters her....."
Lynn Brewster : "This is for you Jade....."
Jade : "Yeah we'll see Brewster."
Andrew Fulton : "Nothing like two rivals trying to dominate each other. Oh that is so sexy...I mean going all out to win this match. Lynn's leaving the ring and finds a table to slide into the ring. She sets up the table and places both chairs onto the table. She sets up Candice and executes a hanging tower suplex but holds it so the blood can rush into Candice's head before dropping her through the table."
Jeremy Tucker : Gets a shoulder up and Lynn's expression is of pure rage."
Jade : "Pathetic. Lynn should just stop sending me messages and end this match. Then if she wants to deliver her messages I'll be glad to send them back with an equal dose of ass kicking. Lynn sets up Candice and power bombs her into the remains of that table. Lynn can be sure it won't be that easy with me."
Lynn Brewster : "That ones for you Jade."
Jade : "Yeah. Whatever you say Lynn and you better be able back that up or I'll kick your ass out of the ring."
Jeremy Tucker : "Lynn sets up Candice again and executes an exploder....."
Lynn Brewster : "You see that bitch."
Jade: "I know I plan on really blowing her up with my fists when we meet in the ring."
Andrew Fulton : "Lynn sets Candice up and she points right at you again executes a move that gives me the ultimate arousal and that's the Dominator.....One....Two....Thr.....No! Lynn pulls her head up breaking the count."
Jade : "Yeah it takes a really tough woman to beat up a helpless opponent but let's see what happens when she faces someone who can really fight back like me."
Andrew Fulton : "She sets up Candice again and executes yet another Dominator and this time makes the cover....One....Two....Three."
Frank Salazar : "Here's your winner at 9minutes and 30seconds. Wildcat Lynn Brewster!!!"
Jeremy Tucker : "Lynn Brewster wins her first round match up as she continues to look at you and she just grabbed the microphone and threw the ring announcer out of the ring unceremoniously."
Jade : "Yeah talk some more to pump up your already overinflated ego."
Andrew Fulton : "Can you perhaps put your gun away."
(Jade sighs and puts her gun back into it's holster.)
Lynn Brewster : "Jade I know you were watching this match and I know you're really scared to face me. So I want you in this ring right now face to face if you have the fucking guts to do it."
Andrew Fulton : "Mreow! Hiss! Hiss!"
Jade :: "Just be lucky she called me out Fulton."
(Jade ominously takes off her headset and slowly gets up and leaves the table ominously heading towards the ring as the ringsiders buzz with anticipation. She ominously climbs the ring steps and enters the ring and they circle each other closing the gap quickly as they both refuse to blink as they finally stand face to face as the ringsiders continue to wait in anticipation.)
Andrew Fulton : "They're not going to wait for the possibility of waiting to meet in the ring. They want to get it on and get it on now. Oh baby let the claws come out and the cat fighting begin."
Jade : "Here I am Lynn. I'm face to face with you and I'm in your Space right here and now."
Lynn Brewster : "You finally had the guts to get into the ring with me."
Jade : "At least it wasn't while you were running your mouth and slapping an overmatched opponent. You wanted me to just let you win by DQ. Sorry to disappoint you Brewster."
(The ringsiders cheer as Lynn Brewster looks side to side.)
Andrew Fulton : "Oh baby just get it on! Let's see the claws strike and the fur and hair pulling and fur flying please!"
Jeremy Tucker : "I think you made your point to the #ME TOO Movement."
Lynn Brewster : "At least I don't hide behind dark shades to protect my eyes from becoming black and blue......."
Jade : "That's how you like it......"
(Jade slowly and ominously takes off her dark shades and places them back into her trenchcoat the look in her eyes are like lasers penetrating through iron with as much intensity and ominous rage.)
Jade : "There Brewster. Do I look scared to you and as I said I'm here face to face and in your face. At least you have no excuse to try and make my eyes black and blue. Hell I want to do the exact same thing to you too Brewster only worse. You see telling by your expression I bet you're scared of me because I'm not Candice Morelli who can be beaten on easily. This is Jade. Someone who can fight back and isn't going to back down from anyone including you......"
(The ringsiders chant Jade's name.)
Jade : "You see this reminds me of something someone once said 'If you keep calling someone out. They'll be there to see how brave and tough you are and when both meet. Everyone sees how tough the other is and who isn't after they fight.' Is that how you want to do this Lynn. You want to fight right now or wait. You're choice Brewster."
(The ringsiders urge them on enthusiastically as Lynn looks around before returning to meet Jade's eyes again.)
Lynn Brewster : "Fine. Let's not wait and do this now."
Andrew Fulton : "Oh please do it!"
(Jade takes her trenchcoat and holster off not taking her eyes off Lynn as she tosses her coat out of the ring. They circle as the ringsiders roar in anticipation until Lynn slowly leaves the ring and the ringsiders boo vehemently.)
Lynn Brewster : "I'm going to rest up first and then I'll kick the shit out of you bitch."
Jade : "Just as I thought Brewster. You're all talk and no action, but I'm willing to wait until we're paired up and then we'll see who backs who's trash talk with real action."
(Jade remains in the ring standing her ground as the ringsiders cheer and roar as the scene slowly fades to black.)
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Post by SWAT Team on Mar 23, 2019 21:06:32 GMT -5
"Even LEFT TENTACLE could win, if he just found his INNER Vile..."
[Taking these words to heart, The Assassin Appendage reaches deep down inside. Like he retreats into his giant squid tentacle costume, for all the clanking of pots and pans you'd think the interior had the dimensions of the TARDIS or at least Oscar the Grouch's garbage can. EUREKA!!! Overjoyed, a humanoid hand covered in a pink almost embryonic fluid shoots out of one of the suction cups that make up the Tentacle's abs...]
[...]
[...The fist opens to reveal a McFarlane 1997 EWF series Vile Vince Viper action figure with satanic strut hip motion. Its not in the package, but at least it exists!]
LEFT Tentacle: Does this mean...?!
[Yes LEFT, having found your inner Vile, EVEN YOU can win the the royal rumble. Continuing your new found confidence and levelling up ways, what would Viper do? Pick on someone who doesn't stand a chance against you to feel like a big man? Placing the toy on the bench next to him, Double A retracts the humanoid arm back into his slimy mass.]
LEFT Tentacle: ...Paul Soutter... you son of a bitch!
[NO LEFT! We said pick on someone that doesn't stand a chance of eliminating you.]
LEFT Tentacle: ...Er... I'm going to wish you the best of luck in the rumble and hope our paths don't cross because Joe is a really good friend of mine.
[Nice save. Now, pick on someone you KNOW you can eliminate.]
LEFT Tentacle: FROSTBITE you happily married son of a bitch...
[Damn it LEFT... go after the smaller fries.]
LEFT Tentacle: This girl came into the dressing room, and I was all "hey miss this is the men's locker room" and she was all "It's okay, I'm with Frostbite." ...it made me very uncomfortable. Like if your wife came around and was wondering why all these women were hanging out in the men's locker room... I'd rather not have to lie for you. Please don't put me in that position again.
[...Ok, now tell Bobby Maples how you'll treat him like lady in that La Blue Girl cartoon.]
LEFT Tentacle: James Fierce you son of a bitch...
[The camera starts to walk away...]
LEFT Tentacle: There isn't enough room in this rumble for TWO Assassins...
[Yeah, we're just going to give up on this one.]
LEFT Tentacle: ...But I'm willing to try if you are partner. How do you groom your beard so nicely?
[The cameraman SWOONS before reaching the door. BLACKOUT! When he comes back to consciousness he's been moved further from the door and LEFT is still attempting to do his best VVV impression.]
LEFT Tentacle: Attila Balan!
[For fuck's sake...]
LEFT Tentacle: I had a really good time driving up here with you... it was so much fun. Its easy seeing why you're the most popular guy in SWAT by a landslide!
[The cameraman starts to crawl towards the door...]
LEFT Tentacle: Vile "Vince" Viper you heroic son of a---------
[Inches away... but no... Tentacle has him by the foot, dragging out helpless cameraman into the locker room to continue this positive promo. While our videographer struggles to cut away, the image cuts to black.]
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Post by SWAT Team on Mar 23, 2019 21:09:14 GMT -5
The Olympic Theme plays and the Amatron shows an American Flag waving before fading to the Olympic flag as the words Olympia are shown. Olympia walks towards the rampway with her head bowed down low as red, white and blue pyros explode. She stands there and then lifts her head slowly before marching down the rampway. She removes the American flag and folds it with respect before doing the same with the Olympic flag and gives it to the ring attendant. She enters the ring and bows to all corners with respect and honoring the ringsiders before taking off her jacket revealing a red, white and blue MMA combat halter with the Olympic symbol on the front, tight red, white and blue MMA fighting trunks with USA on the front and red, white and blue wrestling boots with red, white and blue tassles. She takes off her gold medals and gives them and her jacket to the ring attendant. She tests the ropes and stares down her opponent with intensity and purpose.
Frank Salazar : LADIES AND GENTLEMAN ... THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL .... Introducing first, hailing from Olympia, Washington and coming in at 6 & 135lbs .... THE PAN AMAZONS CHAMPION .... OLYMPIA!!!
Linger, Cranberries hits and Lucky Linda makes her way down the ramp way, high fiving the fans.
Frank Salazar : And introducing her opponent ... hailing from Dublin Ireland ... coming in at 55 & 130 lbs .... THE SWAT AMAZONS CHAMPION ..... LUCKY LINDA LA FEY!!!
Jeremy Tucker : Here we go folks, Champion Vs Champion!
Andrew Fulton : Luck Vs Amateur skills.
Jeremy Tucker : Referee Bo Brady calls for the bell and we are under way. The two champions slowly circle one another and tap hands in a show of respect, then they go to hook up and Linda ducks under the tie up and drop kicks Olympia!
Andrew Fulton : Olympia rolls though it to her feet and catches Linda moving in with a waist lock take down. She wasnt so lucky then!
Jeremy Tucker : Linda tries to counter Olympia but Olympia using her amateur skills to hold the waist lock, then moves into a side headlock. Linda pushes her off into the ropes and Olympia reverses it and throws Linda to the ropes then catches her with a Mexican arm drag.
Andrew Fulton : Front chancery by Olympia.
Jeremy Tucker : Linda with a snap suplex!
Andrew Fulton : She got lucky there!
Jeremy Tucker : Linda follows up with a snap mare, and then a hard kick to the back of Olympia!
Andrew Fulton : Where are you mat skills now Olympia?
Jeremy Tucker : Are you all right Fulton?
Andrew Fulton : Im great! I cant lose Jerry! Both these goody too shoes, one always going to be getting smashed in there!
Jeremy Tucker : (snorts) Side Irish (Russian) leg sweep by Linda!
Andrew Fulton : Linda going for the cover ....
Jeremy Tucker : One ....... Two ... kick out by Olympia!
Andrew Fulton : Olympia rolls out of the cover and locks on a Code Red armbreaker!
Jeremy Tucker : Code RED!! La Fey quickly rolls to the ropes for the break.
Andrew Fulton : Olympia whips Linda to the ropes and delivers a flurry of judo chops, then scoop power slams La Fey to the mat!
Jeremy Tucker : Running baseball slide drop kick from Olympia, Linda reeling, Olympia picks her up and military press into a back breaker! Devastating! Cover from Olympia, this could be it! One ................. Two .... kick out by La Fey!
Andrew Fulton : Olympia sets up Linda, Linda counters though ...
Jeremy Tucker : EXPLODER SUPLEX! Wow!
Andrew Fulton : Olympia trying to quickly get back to her feet ... X FACTOR!
Jeremy Tucker : Lucky Linda on a roll! She runs up the ropes, and goes for a blockbuster!! Nailed it! Cover by Linda ................. One .................. Two ........... shoulder up by Olympia!
Andrew Fulton : Lucky Linda hits a scissor kick, then an Irish (German) suplex!
Jeremy Tucker : Linda with the cover .............. One ................... Two .......... Olympia again gets the shoulder up!
Andrew Fulton : Linda whips Olympia into the corner and Olympia runs straight back out of them with a BIG BOOT to the head of Linda! Out of luck La Fey!
Jeremy Tucker : Olympia applies an abdominal stretch, TITAN SLAM!
Andrew Fulton : Belly to back over head throw by Olympia, Linda in big trouble!
Jeremy Tucker : RUNNING OKLAHOMA SLAM! Olympia on fire, covers .............. One ............................ Two ..................... Linda gets the shoulder up.
Andrew Fulton : Olympia questioning referee Brady .... BACKSTABBER!!!!
Jeremy Tucker : LINDA WITH THE BACK STABBER!!! Standing moonsault!
Andrew Fulton : Irish (Canadian) Destroyer!!! Lucky Linda just hit the Irish Destroyer!!
Jeremy Tucker : Devastating! Cover by Linda ................. One ............................. Two .......................... Olympia gets a foot on the rope.
Andrew Fulton : It doesnt get any closer Jerry!
Jeremy Tucker : Olympia with Russian Sickle! Linda nearly lost her head on that!
Andrew Fulton : Nikita Koloff eat your heart out!
Jeremy Tucker : Powerbomb by Olympia into the ropes and spins and powerbombs Linda to the mat! Olympia holds on, lifts Linda back up and again powerbombs her to the mat!!!! Triple Thunder!!!
Andrew Fulton : Say goodnight Lucky Linda!
Jeremy Tucker : Cover from Olympia ........... One ......................... Two ........................ Linda somehow rolls the shoulder.
Andrew Fulton : Both back to their feet .... SUPERKICK! Linda just hit the superkick!
Jeremy Tucker : Linda hits a piledriver, heads back up the top rope, waits on Olympia and as she is getting up nails a flying body press!!!! Brady with the count ........... One ....................... Two ....................... kick out by Olympia.
Andrew Fulton : Olympia throws Linda to the ropes, Linda bounces off ....
Jeremy Tucker : TROUBLE IN PARADISE!!!! Lucky Linda with the Trouble in Paradise!!!!
Andrew Fulton : Linda signalling its over ... heads back up the top again ...
Jeremy Tucker : 450 SPLASH!!! THE LUCKY DIP!!! Perfect landing! Cover by La Fey ................. One ............................... Two ....................... THREE!!!!!!!! Lucky Linda wins!!! Lucky Linda the first competitor in the finals!
Andrew Fulton : Lucky says it alright!
Cranberries Linger hits and Linda celebrates, referee Brady raising her hand in victory.
Jeremy Tucker : Great effort by Olympia, Champion vs Champion and she held her own the entire way though.
Switch to the back where we see Amazon GM Alice watching on her monitor, she looks thrilled and is nodding her head in thought after the match.
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Post by SWAT Team on Mar 23, 2019 21:09:33 GMT -5
(Glamourous Glenda just caught up with Jade who is walking through a corridor talking on her cellphone.)
Glamourous Glenda: "Jade what is going through your head after that confrontation with Lynne Brewster."
Jade: "I'll talk to you later....."
(She turns off her cellphone and places it back into her trenchcoat.)
Jade: "What do I think of what happened in the ring just now. I'll be more than happy to tell you. Lynne just proved to everyone in the arena that she loves to call opponents out but when it comes to wanting to actually go through with her challenge. She just leaves and makes excuses as if it was all for nothing. You know what I call that Glenda."
Glamourous Glenda: "What."
Jade: "Cowardice and I can promise you this and that is when the two of us are finally paired in the ring. There's going to be bloodshed, violence and brutality that SWAT Amazons has never seen in anytime in it's brief history. Believe me the ringsiders shall see what we can do to each other when we're both angry and spoiling for a fight. Believe me I'm coming for you Lynne no matter who I have to go through to do it and be prepared to get torn apart just like you want to do the same to me.
You'll see how much brutality I'll deliver to you as much as you want to do it to me. Goodluck Lynne since you'll need it when I send you to the ICU wing at the local hospital. I'm out of here."
(Jade leaves and her cellphone rings as the scene slowly fades to black.)
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Jeremy Tucker : Coming up now fans, we have Jade Vs The Wildcat, and guys, these two girls just plain out dont like each other.
Andrew Fulton : Dont like? Jerry, they freaken HATE each other!
Jeremy Tucker : When you are right Fulton, you are right.
Andrew Fulton : When? Always Jerry! Geez.
"Cat Scratch Fever" hits the speakers and Wildcat comes out. She stands there, and when lyrics start she walks down to the ring. She gets on the apron edge, looking around at the crowd, then gets in the ring and removes her jacket, oblivious to any booing she's receiving, almost enjoying it
Frank Salazar : LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a 2nd round match up in the Amazons Tourney! Introducing first ... coming in a 6 & 215 lbs .... hailing from Savannah, Georgia .... THE WILDCAT .... LYNN BREWSTER!!!!
"Street Fight (On the Sunset Strip)" By Guns N' Roses plays and Jade comes to the ring slowly and ominously accompanied by her twin sister Kim. She jumps on the ring apron and does a sunset flip kip up before standing in the centre of the ring looking slowly from side to side before slowly and ominously taking off her dark shades and placing them in her trench coat and slowly and ominously taking off her trench coat glaring as she slowly goes to her corner continuing to glare at the opposite corner and her sister does the same thing before giving her advice.
Frank Salazar : And introducing her opponent .... coming in 510 & 150 lbs .... hailing from Bangkok, Thailand ...... JADE!!!!!!!
Jeremy Tucker : Both women charge each other and swinging wild lefts and rights, referee Bo Brady calls for the bell and we are on!
Andrew Fulton : We got ourselves a good old fashioned cat fight here Jerry!
Jeremy Tucker : They grab each others hair and start rolling around on the ground, Jade rolls on top of Brewster and rams the back of her head into the mat, Brewster swings Jade by the hair and rolls over mounting her and clobbering her with wild closed fist blows.
Andrew Fulton : Jade rolls through the ropes and both women tumble to the floor.
Jeremy Tucker : Jade grabs the ring bell and clocks Brewster with it!
Andrew Fulton : No Effect! Lynn shakes it off and german suplexes jade, back first onto the edge of the ring apron.
Jeremy Tucker : Jade clutches her back, Lynn moves in on her and Jade with a kick to the head. Jade then locks on a bear hug and runs Lynn into the ring post, she holds on and spinning belly to belly suplexes her.
Andrew Fulton : Jade grabs the camera cables and starts choking Lynn with them. This one is getting out of hand quick smart, i like it!
Jeremy Tucker : Burning hatred for each other, the pair of them. Brady telling Jade to get it back in the ring, he is showing a lot of leeway here.
Andrew Fulton : Two million big ones on the line Jerry, we dont want any weak DQs.
Jeremy Tucker : Jade charges at a prone Lynn, who catches Jade with a drop toe hold, and Jade slams into the ring steps face first.
Andrew Fulton :Jade is busted open from them steel steps, and Lynn wraps the cables around her forehead, digging into the cut, blood steaming around it as she tightens the cables, she wraps them around the throat of Jade and climbs up the ring apron, pulling the cables over them and lifting Jade up ...
Jeremy Tucker : SHE IS CHOKING HER!
Andrew Fulton : Its a Hanging Jerry!
Jeremy Tucker : Brady starts a 5 count and Lynn releases at four glaring at him. She grabs another handful of Jades hair and pulls her up the turnbuckles, both women now placed precariously on the top perch.
Andrew Fulton : Lynn jumps and Hurricanrana to Jade, Jade clutching again at her back, both women now finally in the ring.
Jeremy Tucker : Jade with a roaring discuss punch to Lynn.
Andrew Fulton : Jade sticking on her and whips her to the corner and delivers a big avalanche.
Jeremy Tucker : Jade ties Lynn up in a tree of woe, baseball slide kick!
Andrew Fulton : Lynn starts trying to climb the ropes.... Jade follows her up there ....
Jeremy Tucker : STRATUSFACTION!!! FROM THE TOP ROPE!
Andrew Fulton : Jade with cover ........
Jeremy Tucker : One ........ two ....... kick out by Brewster.
Andrew Fulton : Lynn with a running knee lift on Jade.
Jeremy Tucker : Lynn hits a snap suplex, BACKBREAKER!
Andrew Fulton : The Wildcat turning this one around.
Jeremy Tucker : Lynn stomps away on Jade, Jade grabs the ropes and Brady calls for the break. Lynn ignoring him, and she is standing on the back of Jade, Jade choking on the bottom rope. Brady yelling at Brewster to break the hold, and she shoves him away, putting her finger in his face and screaming at him, wow, that voice, she is screeching.
Andrew Fulton : Brady looks shocked, imagine being married to_her. (Fulton shudders)
Jeremy Tucker : Brewster turns around and Jade picks her up and delivers a F5! Out of no where!
Andrew Fulton : Brewster rocking.
Jeremy Tucker : Jade doesnt cover, instead goes for the submission, applying the read naked choke.
Andrew Fulton : Brewster refusing to tap, and she powers her way to her feet, Jade mounts her back and switches to a sleeper .... Brewster shakes it off, powers her up and WOW ... she lifts her up overhead in a gorilla press!
Jeremy Tucker : That is some display by the Wildcat! And BAM! She slams her down to the mat.
Andrew Fulton : Brewster snarls down at Jade, and then shakes off the effects of the F5.
Jeremy Tucker : Lynn heads up top ... SENTON SPLASH! Nailed it!
Andrew Fulton : Cover from Brewster.
Jeremy Tucker : One ................... two ......... kick out by Jade.
Andrew Fulton : Lynn cant believe it. European uppercut by Lynn.
Jeremy Tucker : Drop kick to the knee .... diving shoulder block! Brewster with a big time shoulder block. Covers Jade ............. One ................... Two .................... Jade rolls the shoulder.
Andrew Fulton : Jade with a hanging tower suplex!
Jeremy Tucker : Chokeslam from hell by Jade! That could be it .... coves ..................... One ........... Two ..... Brewster kicks out.
Andrew Fulton : SUPERKICK! Wildcat with the Superkick!
Jeremy Tucker : Covers .... One .................... Two .................. TH ... Jade kicks out.
Andrew Fulton : Lynn charges Jade ...
Jeremy Tucker : Back body drop! Jade rolls backwards with it into a sommersault moonsault ..... pin .... ONE .................. TWO ....................... THREE!!!! She got it! Jade with that great counter has just pinned Brewster, and advanced onto the finals!
Andrew Fulton : Wow! Talk about out of no where, great match up both ladies, but only one can advance.
Jeremy Tucker : Referee Bo Brady raises the hand of Jade as "Street Fight (On the Sunset Strip)" By Guns N' Roses blares ..... WHAM! Brewster with a brutal double ax handle! Sends Jade toppling out of the ring.
Andrew Fulton : Jade was not expecting that! Lynn is livid. She slides out of the ring and lifts up the ring steps and throws them ontop of Jade.
Jeremy Tucker : What a sore loser!
Andrew Fulton : Its not ballet.
Jeremy Tucker : The Wildcat heads to the top turnbuckle, the steps plonked on top of Jade .... FLYING LEG DROP! Right on top of the steps, and Jade is trapped under the steps.
Andrew Fulton : Jades sister Kim charges Lynn, who backs off and heads up the ramp, Kim is conflicted to pursue her or attend to her sister, the sister wins out and Kim is checking on her, Wildcat Lynn Brewster back tracking up the ramp way pleased with herself, the fans erupting in boos for her.
Jeremy Tucker : How on earth is Jade going to be able to compete in the final?
Andrew Fulton : Twin switch maybe Jerry?
Jeremy Tucker : No chance!
Alice comes out on the ramp way. Brewster backing into her, she stops and turns around surprised.
Alice : Well, well, well. So this is who the Wildcat Lynn Brewster is! A sore loser to go the post match revenge attack beat down route? Not on my watch!!!
Next show, at the FANCY DRESS BRAWL! It will be you, Brewster, and I!!!
Crowd erupts.
Alice : Thats right. Next Amazons show will be the Fancy Dress Brawl! Each Amazon will compete in fancy dress outfit of their choosing. See you there .... Wild_Cat!
Alice drops the mic and Brewster looks on angrily, motioning she is ready and bring it.
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