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Post by SWAT eFed on Jan 28, 2022 5:46:20 GMT -5
Syndicate Wrestling & Tradition and the Continental Wrestling Alliance presents .... [We open up on the Amazons arena and see Jeremy Tucker and Andrew Fulton ringside.] Jeremy Tucker : Welcome! Welcome to SWAT! Welcome to CWA! WELCOME TO NO MAN’S LAND!!!! Andrew Fulton : Welcome to the AMAZONS ARENA JERRY! Jeremy Tucker : Yes! Great to be Home! What a night New Years Nightmare was! We saw Eddie D become a two time World Champ! Andrew Fulton : Three of the best he went through. In one night. Goth! Drake! OSLAND! Respect Jerry! Jeremy Tucker : (looks at Fulton waiting ….) Clean in the middle of the ring! And then … Andrew Fulton : JOHN CANNON! He and the Disciples had a little after party planned for Eddie! Jeremy Tucker : Then your girl Blaze gate crashed the after party! Andrew Fulton : She sure did! She ran Cannon and his goons off, gave Eddie his new belt and then put Cannon in for number ONE in tonight's Royal Rumble! Jeremy Tucker : And …. Andrew Fulton : And tonight she is going to win the No Man’s Land Tourney! Jeremy Tucker : She may well. Seven others will feel different right now and after tonight is all said and done we will know. Two Million Smackeroos up for grabs for the winner! All the best to them all! Andrew Fulton : All the best to Ayren Angel also! He represents SWAT tonight and has a shot at the CWA World Champion Chris Card! Card is next level and Angel is a relative unknown still here at CWA! Could he shock the world? Jeremy Tucker : Anything can happen, Angel may be new but he is also undefeated, Card though, he is a HUGE star and we are privileged to have him here in a SWAT ring! Andrew Fulton : Who do you like in Eddie Vs Wolf? Jeremy Tucker : I like the prospect of a great matc …. Andrew Fulton : (interrupting) Pick a side for Pete's sake Jerry! Jeremy Tucker : Ok. I think Eddie is a great wrestler and he just went through three of the best in SWAT BUT … I think now is Wolf's time and he has gone through every Champion SWAT has to offer and Eddie is feeling it after that tourney and now could be Wolf's time! Andrew Fulton : What about Canelli and Olympia? Jeremy Tucker : What a battle! These two have been around the loop. Culminating last show when Sinclair felt the brunt. Andrew Fulton : Sinclair has gone from coveting that Amazons belt and a piece of Canelli to instant blood feud with Olympia! One show and one act is all it can take! Jeremy Tucker : I think it’s Olympias time. The Bandits are done and now, Canelli has no back up she is going to be found wanting. Andrew Fulton : What about Necra? Jeremy Tucker : She has her own hands full in the Tourney. Andrew Fulton : Ok. What about the Rumble? Who will win that? Jeremy Tucker : 30 men are entered! THIRTY! The best of SWAT! The best of CWA! Former World Champions Psychotic Goth! John Cannon! Rally Jackson! Legends like The Hellhounds and Calum Morgan! Mike Maddox! The Ruler Paul Blair! Oxford Osland! The Harbinger of Death! Richard Drake! The Cream of SWAT! We even have the NPW Dual Crown Champion Jesse Jamestar entered …. And his arch rival Timeless Alex Turner! This is the most star studded Rumble in SWAT history! Andrew Fulton : XH What? Screw them guys! Said it before saying it now and will say it forever! People come and people go. SWAT! We push through! We persevere! Since the day we moved to and helped establish this new network people from all over the world have flocked to be a part of this! Jeremy Tucker : It wasn’t so bad there either. Andrew Fulton : It’s the way of the world Jerry. One day you are Fed of and Fed Head of the year and the next you got Rebecca Cross leading the sheep to Boo you. Well, from the voice of SWAT to anyone listening! FUCK YOU REBECCA! Fuck you too haters! Jeremy Tucker : Normally. I would say to ‘reign’ it in, but, truthfully. I agree with everything you just said. Andrew Fulton : Finally you show some balls Jerry! Jeremy Tucker : It’s a new year! And it’s not about me … or YOU! It's about our SWAT Legends! So … let's take it to them … before we go to the first round of the No Man’s Land Tourney! Andrew Fulton : Women’s wrestling folks! Fulton winks a fuck you we are sexist, we been promoting this shit since before you saw Xena survive the ‘walk’ wink |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2022 8:48:14 GMT -5
”I bet you all loved that, didn't you? You absolutely loved to watch The ReVenant Dakota Jennings tap out. It must have made you all smile to see the traitor get her just desserts. I turned on Linda La Fey and I turned on all of you. For that, I apologize.”
Dakota is sat in one of the many corridors in the arena, she has her all too familiar chiller bag. There is a silhouette of a man just behind her, but you cannot tell who it is. Dakota takes a bottle out of the bag and it is unmistakably Birra Moretti. She opens it with her teeth and then takes a mouthful.
”Looks like the mask is slipping, doesn't it? This mask I wear of being a tough bitch who takes no shit, slipped when I tapped out to Necra. I looked for help from Keith Williams, my nemesis and he wasn't there, I now understand why. Handcuffs are a hella bitch. Still, the mask fell, I went into that match unbeaten, and now I have a one in the L column and do you know what? IT FUCKING EATS AT ME!”
She flings the bottle against the wall, lager splashing everywhere, it is on her skin, on her hair, her trademark ginger hair now sodden with lager. Her green eyes show the biggest hint of regret, of anger, but then she smiles, taking another bottle out of the chiller bag.
”I apologize to every one of you. I apologize for actions out of my control, I apologize for my failure, I apologize to Linda La Fey, you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. I apologize to The ReVenants for failing them. I apologize to EVERYONE taking the time to watch this shit. I failed EVERY one of you. I failed Ashley Williams, who helped train me, I failed Chloe LeBeau. I failed Cross Recoba, who had believed in me since 2017. I came to this company seeing it as some attempt to rebuild my career after I walked out on the AWF. Do you know why they dumped me? I didn't want to be a host. I looked there from a fans perspective and I watched a good man, Adam Sanders, take the hit because I went and took my ball home. I'm not gonna go for the usual spiel of you fans knowing what it's like to be a failure because that is fucking trite!”
She takes a sip of the lager and for a moment, her demeanour softens, she gives a smile.
”Not one of you fans knows what it feels like to be a failure because you all work jobs, you all look after your children and when you see that poster, that poster that says “Dakota Jennings VS Necra.” You pay your hard earned money and you come to see a show. That is not failure! That is life, it is what you FUCKING deserve! You work hard, you get treated, you get the life you deserve. After all my hard work of trying to give you guys what you deserved, I failed. I didn't give you the match that you deserved. Twenty Five minutes will argue that perhaps I and Necra put on the match that you all deserved, but twenty five minutes is FUCK ALL when you talk about one of the most technically gifted wrestlers in the world. The fact remains that I TAPPED OUT. I broke my arm in my very first MMA fight and do you all know why I broke my arm? Because I refused to tap out! That speaks a LOT of Necra! I'm thirty-one years old now and even I begin to realize that my career may be winding down. I have bled for this business, I have nearly been blown up for this business, I had to look Robert Jennings in the eye and tell him that I was never born to be a lawyer. I was born to be a wrestler. And in that claim, I failed. I'm not a wrestler, I'm a fighter with absolutely no counter moves to a submission attempt. ”
She takes a bigger sip of the Moretti and then there is this glint in her eye. It's one of those glints that you can never quite describe, it's something, something that you can perhaps only ever say in French.
”This time will be different though, Necra, because I am not even going to give you the chance to sync The Serpent in, you fucked my ankle up and you tried to sacrifice me to whatever the fuck it is you believe in. Trust me, it will NOT happen again! You hurt me, mentally and physically, you left me lying in a bed back in Scottsdale, Arizona, wondering if I could even go back. You, Necra, did sacrifice me, there is no doubt to that. You stripped me of every confidence I ever had, you physically broke me and you left me in the ashes of a career I once thought great. ”
She took another sip of her lager, this time necking most of it. She makes a satisfied noise as she finishes the bottle off.
”Now I ain't too certain any of you may know Robbie Williams, but he once sang a song in about 1998 named Phoenix From The Flames. I'll let you figure out the rest. ”
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Post by frostbite52 on Jan 28, 2022 18:32:31 GMT -5
Once again which it will be about the million time because after all who really in SWAT wants Cannon and his band of rejects inside there locker room so with the help of Isaac Boothe and his millions of dollars that his company have, he has decided to have the RV traveling around everywhere they are going as they are parked outside here in New York which at times can be a scary city but for there indivduals this is a simply walk in the park they fear nothing. However they are a few snowflakes that are dropping from the sky as they is suppose to be a winter storm taking over the east coast but to be blunt tonight the storm that is taking over will be when Cannon and company make a huge showing but not only that but only that but the debuting Zoey Cannon to the annual Amazon tournament where the young lady could win two million dollars that would be a nice way to enter the business winning that much money. As we approach the blue and gray RV, we see Chuck standing there with his arms folded,Chuck has goosebumps or should say chill bumps going up and down his arms because it has a dropped a few degrees here in the last few minutes. Chuck looks around playing his role as the bodyguard or look out. Chuck is wearing a black tee shirt with black jeans and black boots. He turns around as he sees somebody coming out of the RV, the person is wearing a fur coat that would cost as much money as everybody paycheck inside that building, he has on tan slacks and black shoes. He walks down a couple of steps as he looks at Chuck. But in the meantime, a chill comes over him as he shakes a little.
Mister Boothe: I hate New York with a passion.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Mister Boothe: I can hear those idiots inside a bunch of morons if you ask me. We have the best wrestler on the planet in Cannon who continues to get screwed over my management. The best tag team around that does not get a shot at those titles.
He turns his head to the left as he tries to look over Chuck's large shoulders as he hears something.
Mister Boothe: It appears that are new client is getting ready for her debut match.
Our cameras look over Chuck's large shoulders as we see a young lady throwing punches in thin air. The young lady had mult-color hair as she is wearing a black tee shirt with black shorts and gray boots.
Mister Boothe: Zoey everything going okay.
Zoey looks toward him as she continues to throw her punches, and then switches up with a few elbow strokes.
Mister Boothe: You see with my great wit especially I was able to get my client into the Amazon's tournament. I know you are going to say that this is her first match and she has no chance to win this at all. But you must understand she has been trained by two of the best in this industry. Her childhood as hard as it was, she is all the ready for anybody tonight.
Zoey starts to throw knee strikes and kicks as well in the air as the snow falls all around her but it does not seem to bother her at all not even fading her the least. She does not even have bumps on her arms.
Mister Boothe: This conditions does not even bother my client. What makes you believe a body shot from somebody in the tournament is going to stop her. My client is a Buzzsaw she will go right through everybody in this tournament on her way to winning it.
Zoey continues with those strikes.
Mister Boothe: Hey Zoey come over here if you do not mind.
Zoey stops as she walks over to stand next to Mister Boothe.
Mister Boothe: Sinclair I get it my client is an underdog and you believe she probably has no chance to beat you, and less of a chance to win the whole damn thing. But tonight my client is going to prove these morons in here, that she is for real.
The cameras turn to Zoey with an intense look in her green eyes.
Mister Boothe: You have anything to say to your opponent.
Zoey bangs her fist together.
Mister Boothe: I think that says it all. She is ready and Sinclair you better be.
Zoey: She isn't.
Mister Boothe: My client is a woman with a few words but they say action speak louder.
Mister Boothe smirks as the scene fades out.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2022 19:47:32 GMT -5
A Small Cottage, Wierschem, Germany,
December 13, 1998,
A slight breeze can be seen blowing the soft snowflakes all around Weirschem, Germany, as the residents wait for the biggest winter storm they have ever had. The small cottage owned by Victoria and Virgil Wolf is already being covered in the light snow, steam, and smoke flow's out of a small chimney as a small child can be seen sitting on the front porch.
The little boy sits there holding onto a wrestling figurine, Bam Bam Bigalow to be exact, the little boy loves his wrestling and it helps him when his parents start arguing among themselves. The sound of his parents arguing can be heard throughout the small estate grounds. They have been fighting more and more with each passing day, each day makes the little boy feel more and more alone.
With every tear that falls from his eyes, another one can be seen running down his cheeks. He squeezes the small wrestling figure each and every time his dad's voice raises. It seems to be getting worse with every argument, he blames himself for their arguments and fighting. His name comes up a lot while his parents are arguing, he jumps as he hears a loud crash behind him and then the sound of his father's voice shouting out his name...
"VINCENT", "VINCENT", "VINCENT"
He doesn't waste any time getting to his feet and through the front door of the cottage.
~Vincent Wolf~
Yes, father, you wanted me?
~Virgil Wolf~
Get your lazy a** in here and bend over the couch.
His father, smelling of expensive cologne and liquor removes his belt from his waist almost falling over before he begins to beat his child. Vincent's mother can be heard crying in the next room as she screams for her husband to stop every time she hears the expensive leather belt smacking the bare skin of her son's back. Vincent doesn't make a sound the whole time knowing his father would just beat him harder and longer if he cried.
After what seemed like an eternity, Vincent gets dragged to his room where he lays on the floor with his head buried in his blanket trying to mute the sounds of his mother and father now fighting full force. He can hear his mother screaming at his father about some woman who's apparently pregnant with his father's child. Virgil Wolf shouts back denying everything when eventually the place goes completely quiet, leaving only the sound of silence throughout the cottage.
Several minutes go by without a single sound, Vincent gets worried so he slowly creeps through his bedroom door and down the hallway to the living room where he finds his father lying on the floor bleeding from a huge gash on his head. His mother holding her face with a small bust of Julius Ceaser laying next to her on the floor covered in blood as well. Vincent runs over to his mother grabbing her around the neck as he tries to comfort her, never looking more than a second at his father's body.
A couple of hours go by without a single word being said to them when they hear the sound of police sirens in their front yard...
A Small Cottage, Wierschem, Germany
January 28, 2022,
"The Alpha" Vincent Wolf stands outside the front door of the very same small cottage he was born in and watched his father take his last breath, the very same cottage his mother was taken from by the police, memories he doesn't want to remember. Flashes of his last night ever in the small cottage run through his mind, he can still smell the booze on his father's breath. The aroma of his father's blood, that seeped through the carpet and into the old wooden floorboards staining them a crimson red.
"The Alpha" hasn't thought about that night in almost two decades, yet it feels as if it just happened. He pushes back the pain, the anger, and the sorrow he's being bombarded with. Instead, he starts thinking about his upcoming match against the World Champion Eddie D, "The Good Guy".
Vincent stands there almost frozen as prepares himself to enter the small cottage taking one deep breath after another. He knows about Eddie D's past the fact he was brought into the business by legendary Hulk Hogan, the fact that he has held gold everywhere. But Vincent still pictures himself holding up both the Australian Heavyweight belt with the SWAT World Championship belt at the end of "No Man's Land".
He slowly begins walking around the cottage, he notices it's still furnished just as it was when he was taken from his mother, that faithful night. He runs his fingers across the antique bookshelves leaving streaks in the dust that covers everything. He can feel the emotions building within him but he has to look around, he needs to look around and find the answers he deserves. But with every memory of his father or that faithful night that crosses his mind another flash of Eddie D beating another opponent flashes through as well.
He comes across an old maple wood desk he wipes off the dust as he sits down in the matching chair. He tries to give his brain a short interlude so he can get his thoughts under control. After a few nightmarish moments, he begins to talk to himself as if he was having a conversation with his opponent Eddie D.
~Vincent Wolf~
Congratulations Eddie, It's great to see your hard work has paid off, but I need to give you my condolences as well. Yes, my condolences since it would seem your SWAT World Championship reign will be an extremely short one.
He smiles as if his opponent could see him, running his fingers through his stylish hair.
~Vincent Wolf~
You see Eddie, they may call you "The Good Guy", but they call me "The Alpha", another thing that's is true is the fact you are the SWAT World Champion yet you are not the one bringing in revenue for CWA and the SWAT brand, I am, "The Alpha".
~Vincent Wolf~
Now, don't get me wrong Eddie, you have my respect, my admiration, and my best. When we step into that ring you will get every ounce of fight I have within me. You will get every scrap of ability I can muster up and you will get a beating like no other as I stake claim to that SWAT World Championship.
While Vincent stands up chatting amongst himself as if he was about to discipline an employee or child. A familiar face can be seen holding a video camera recording "The Alpha" through a broken window. This time, this place is an unknown location to anyone who knows Vincent Wolf, except for his half-brother Augustus Wolf who has apparently followed Vincent here and is recording him now.
~Vincent Wolf~
I already know what you and any other doubters will say... You will claim I have no chance of beating you and becoming the SWAT World champion. You will state that you just beat three people in the same night to win that prestigious championship and that one there is the truth. You did beat many people to reclaim a championship you once held.
~Vincent Wolf~
Although that may be your downfall, as you are not that hungry anymore, unlike myself who has the hunger of twenty wold packs. I have never had the opportunity to hold that championship or any World title. My hunger surpasses your hatred, your ego, or your experience.
~Vincent Wolf~
Eddie, we will fight, we will beat each other senseless and we will do it all for the SWAT fans, and the right to call themselves the "Alpha Champion" around the world.
Augustus tries to get a little bit closer still recording when he knocks out a few small chunks of glass from the window, causing Vincent to look in his direction.
~Vincent Wolf~
One last thing Eddie, I hope you bring every bit of hunger, every bit of experience you have, and every single ounce of raw power because I don't want you to lay down or have any excuses when I beat you for that belt
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~Vincent Wolf~
Now, I have to get back to the reason I came here today, so it's time to get back to my roots, and to the family bloodline.
As Vincent finishes his sentence and walks into the next room Augustus can be seen speaking into the camera as well.
~The Heir~
So everyone, especially you Eddie D, I hope you all listened to what my brother had to say because soon enough he will have plenty of time for wrestling. So pay attention!
With those words, Augustus Wolf ends the "Live" stream for every social media he could and rushes around front knocking on the door.
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Post by Lucky Linda on Jan 28, 2022 20:00:53 GMT -5
”Aye Lass. You can knock them back” says Grandpa La Fey, wiping the froth of his Guiness off his top lip as he and Linda plonk their empty glasses on the table of the Irish bar they are at in New York.
“Must be in the genes” smiles Linda, looking across at her grandfather with love in her eyes.
“I got to say Darlin, I am real proud of you. When you first decided to become a wrestler, I was admittedly concerned.” he has apparently had a few more before we saw them polish off that last one and sways a tad then smiles at Linda “Your Gran, she would be proud too.”
A tear forms in Grandpa La Feys eye and then one also in Linda’s and they both go back in time in their minds. It's the concrete jungle of Belfast and there are people running everywhere panicked. Buildings exploding, shots fired. Eight year old Linda is frozen scared stiff. A building explodes and crumbles above her and her Gran makes the ultimate sacrifice and dives on top of her. Shielding young Linda from the blow. She passes in Linda’s arms and we see them both glow light blue, the aura of her Gran going into Linda. Her Pa then runs to join them but too late and he cries to the heavens in grief.
“She loved you so much, more than life itself.” says Grandpa La Fey, his eyes welling up and then he forces them away. “Barkeep! Two more Sir!”
Linda and her Pa quietly sip the brews. “This Dakota Jennings has some nerve. Apologizing to you? And everyone else. Who does she think you are to be betrayed like that?”
“I don’t think it was personal on her part. I was just like, there?” Linda muses. “But! She mustn’t know our Irish blood! I don’t care why anyone crosses me! Their reasons can be the most well intentioned in their mind for all I care or completely selfless. Regardless. Mess with me, then to me … It is DAMN PERSONAL!” fumes Linda.
“That’s the girl Lass.” Grins Pa La Fey. “That’s how we raised you. Don’t take no crap!”
“You know, I was really hoping I would meet her in the first round. I am a patient woman though. You need to be in this game.” Linda has a sip of her brew. “You know what infuriates me Pa. Dakota is so bent out of shape because she lost to Necra. Because she tapped out.” Linda shakes her head. “Let me tell you something Dakota. In another five years … I don’t think anyone will even remember you and Necra had a match. It was an incidental random battle. Battles are won and lost all along the way … what happens when you lose them is, you get back up, dust yourself off and come back for more! No matter how hard you get hit and how many times. You get back up and come back for more. There is always another day. That’s how you win a war. Not a battle. A WAR!”
“That’s why I have won this tourney before!” says Linda now looking into the camera. “That’s why I was runner up last year to Isabel Rios! That’s why she is now not here anymore and I am still standing at the top of the pile as the Amazon of the Year and a two time Amazon Champion! That’s why I defeated my former tag team partner and inaugural No Man’s Land winner Avery McCullen and ran her out of SWAT! Because I can take a loss! I can take a beating! I have resolve and self belief and know I can’t win them all but also know if I get back up and keep coming for more nothing and no one can stop me in the end!” Linda is staring fire into the screen.
“That’s the girl” says her Pa putting his arm over her shoulder in support. “Dakota will get hers. Be it if you both advance to the next round. Or another day. Every dog has their day.”
“Ain’t that the truth!” agrees Linda. “First things first though. Natasha! She is an unknown here at SWAT! From what I have heard, she is big, and strong. And …… “does the spooky hand wave mockingly “really scary”
“Well Natasha” says Linda determinedly. “I have seen them all come and go here! Apparently you are some legend in other parts. I am not foolish enough as some to discount that and think if it didn’t happen here it doesn’t count.” Linda grins. “I eagerly await this encounter. I always want to face the best! Always! Are you one of the best Natasha? Do you have what it takes to get past Lady Luck?” asks Linda. “Time will tell. See you soon! Goddess of Death.” Linda rolls her eyes at that name. “You can embrace the dark and death. Me, I prefer the Light! The Light will always prevail! Buckle up! We are about to go on a wild ride!” Linda grabs her brew and clinks glasses with her Pa as we fade with them draining the drinks.
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Post by frostbite52 on Jan 28, 2022 21:09:39 GMT -5
As we Zoey goes back behind the RV to finish off her workouts as she gets ready for her debut match. Mister Boothe looks at Chuck.
Mister Boothe.. Keep an eye out for her, I need to prepare my clients inside for the rumble match.
Chuck nods his head, as Mister Boothe heads back up the steps as happens the door as he heads back inside, as he shuts the door behind him. As he walks through the big RV and about midway, we see a large brown table as we see two large individuals playing what might be poker as they are four large hands holding some cards, and money in the middle of the table. As Mister Boothe walks toward the table. One pair of large hands pushes some money into the middle of the table as they look over at the other person with an intense look in their red eyes. We see this person has a three aces in their hand. Mister Boothe nods his head at this person.
Mister Boothe.. I must admit nice hand there.
This person looks at the money in the middle of the table, as they also push some more money into the middle of that table as Mister Boothe take a a couple of steps to the other side of the table as they see what they have in their hand as they appear to have a straight flush.
Mister Boothe.. Nice hand.
The gentleman looks over at Mister Boothe with a look of intensity in his brown eyes. This person has short brown hair and wearing a gray tee shirt with matching sweats and brown boots. Our cameras zoom in we see that it is Doomsday.
Doomsday: Okay big dog let's see what you have?
The other gentleman is wearing a black tee shirt with black jeans and black steel toe boots, he looks over at Doomsday with an intense look in his red eyes. We see that it is Lucifer.
Lucifer: Okay.
Lucifer lays down his cards showing the three aces.
Lucifer: Can you beat that.
With a serious look on Doomsday face, he lays down his cards to reveal his straight flush.
Doomsday: What do you think about That?
Lucifer slams his fist down on the table as Doomsday with his big hands takes the money.
Doomsday: When will you ever learn you can not beat me in poker.
Lucifer: Hold on, did I need beat you last week and collected a good amount from you.
Doomsday: Ok, you got me then, but I believe I got my revenge.
Lucifer looks over to Mister Boothe.
Lucifer: And you could not tell me?
Mister Boothe: I think that would be cheating, and besides you both are my clients so no favorites.
Mister Boothe squeezes in right next to Doomsday.
Doomsday: Ah you want a little bit on the action.
Mister Boothe: Not right now, maybe later.
Lucifer: He will take your money.
Mister Boothe: That I am going to doubt. I know a few tricks.
Doomsday: Ah I see that as a treat.
Mister Boothe: A warning is all.
Lucifer: So what about This rumble match. I know Cannon is hot after being put a number one spot.
Mister Boothe shakes his head.
Mister Boothe: After the reaction he has been quite calm about things.
Doomsday: Calm before the storm. I know him, he is pissed and the others are going to pay.
Lucifer: I believe we are in that rumble.
Mister Boothe: Ah very true, which brings me to business at hand.
Doomsday: That would be.
A long pause.
Mister Boothe: Cannon and I have talked this over, we know that with you being associated with us you might get screwed over. For all we know you might get a number like who knows two or three.
Lucifer: We figure that much, but if you think about it could that play to our advantage.
Doomsday: Think about it, if that happens the three of us could just dump people over the top right and left and st the end of it all it could come down to the three of us.
Mister Boothe: Yes that could happen, and..
He gets cut off by Lucifer.
Lucifer: But that makes me wonder are you going to tell us if that happens to get down to the three of us we are suppose go over the top ropes and allow him to win.
Doomsday: I was thinking the same thing.
Mister Boothe: Well then again the two of you could throw Cannon over the top ropes and come down between the two of you.
Lucifer: Very true.
Mister Boothe: Look Cannon has played that scenery in his head.
Doomsday: He has?
Mister Boothe: Look Cannon is the champ, he all know it. He believes if one of you win it, that either of could beat Wolf or Eddie and that set up a match between the either of you for the title.
Lucifer: I can see where you are going with that.
Mister Boothe: So it does not matter to him everybody comes out a winner.
Doomsday: However, everything sounds great but you know how management around here is. They are going to try and screw us over.
Lucifer: You know they are. What can be done about That?
Mister Boothe: Look I have had my lawyers look into the management decisions of getting Cannon kicked out in the first round of the world title tournament. But heard nothing back as of yet.
Doomsday: That would figure right?
Mister Boothe: I have had my lawyers working overtime as to why you have the two of you have not received a world tag team title shot. If you do not get what we want then we will take this company for everything.
Lucifer: It is high time we get what is coming to us.
Mister Boothe: I agree you two deserve way more and that is what I am here for to make sure that you get your just due.
Doomsday: We like the hear of that. For years we have been screwed over and now somebody is looking out for us.
Lucifer: But tonight we get to hurt people and throw plenty of people to the floor.
Doomsday: You know it, tonight we make a huge impact.
Mister Boothe: I know you will.
Lucifer looks over at Doomsday.
Lucifer: Deal the cards. I must get my money back.
Doomsday: You want to lose more money.
He looks at Mister Boothe.
Doomsday: You want to get in on the action.
Mister Boothe: No thanks, I have a busy night ahead of me. I have to talk to Cannon now.
They nods there heads as Doomsday deals the cards, as Mister Boothe looks back as the scene fades out.
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Post by theshootfighter1963 on Jan 28, 2022 22:06:07 GMT -5
(Olympia has just entered the arena dressed in her Olympic jumpsuit and her gear bag draped over her shoulder. Despite the cold and snowy weather Olympia doesn't seem to mind the weather as Glamourous Glenda comes up to her.)
Glamourous Glenda: "Olympia a few comments about your championship match with 'The Jersey Devil' Joanne Cannelli."
Olympia: "You know ever since we first wrestled two years ago, which was a bloody hardcore battle, in which I defeated her. We haven't settled anything and last show she kept pushing her luck by thinking I wasn't going to sign the contract to face her. Well there's only one thing she forgot and that is I don't back down from a challenge."
Glamourous Glenda: "Tonight you get a shot at Joanne Cannelli for the SWAT Amazons Women's Championship."
Olympia: "Yeah this has been a rematch two years in the making and this feud has been just going with her running her mouth and when she had a legitimate challenge. She either cheated by having others interfere or used foreign objects to retain her title. Remember a couple of shows ago when Necra interfered costing me the chance to beat Cannelli."
Glamourous Glenda: "I remember that match."
Olympia: "I guess that shows how desperate she is to remain champion. Well tonight it all ends and there's going to be a new champion and that's going to be me...'The Golden Spartan.'...Olympia."
Glamourous Glenda: "There's also the specter of 'The Ninth Baroness' Sinclair Godfrey. She's shown her complete distain for you and has vowed to destroy you once and for all after some of the things you said about her."
Olympia: "I could care the hell about what she thinks. If she wants to make my life a living hell and interfere in my match with Cannelli that's her choice. We should have had a three way instead but if Sinclair Godfrey wants a piece of 'The Golden Spartan.' Well that's okay by me but you know what they say."
Glamourous Glenda: "What do they say."
Olympia: "They say 'Careful what you wish for. You just might get it.' Well if Sinclair wants to see how it's like to open her mouth and speak my name and trash me. Let's see what happens when I kick that overstuffed fat ass back to that fancy castle of hers and lock her up into that tower. I'll even send her back to the dungeon that holds that black hole where she came from."
Glamourous Glenda: "So if you managed to defeat Cannelli Sinclair or not. You plan on facing Sinclair next for the championship."
Olympia: "I don't plan on getting ahead of myself and whether or not I win the SWAT Amazons Women's Championship. That doesn't totally matter tonight. I'm totally focused on Cannelli and Sinclair's in the back of my mind. When my business is done with Cannelli and if Sinclair is gutsy enough to sign a contract to actually wrestle me in the ring. Then we'll see if she can back up her smack."
Glamourous Glenda: "So you're putting the whole Amazons roster on notice."
Olympia: "Yeah if you want to open your mouths and talk smack about me. Then step into the ring and fight me like a real woman and see if you can back up your smack. They know who they are and they know what they have been saying about me. So if you want to line up and face me like a real woman. Then here I am and I'm ready to see how tough they aren't and I'll be glad to either pin them including both Cannelli and Sinclair. I'll even be glad to submit them or anyone else. Like I said I'll be glad to do that to them our anyone else."
Glamourous Glenda: "I'm sure the Amazon locker room is watching and listening to what you are saying."
Olympia: "If that's what they are doing right now. That's what they are doing and it's their choice. I hope both Cannelli and Sinclair are watching and I don't mean in some bad mob setting where Cannelli can arrogantly brag about this and that and what she plans on doing this and that to me. Please do that Cannelli and fill yourself with a false sense of security and I'll be more than happy to deflate your ego and end your reign of terror. 'The Golden Spartan' is going to war and she is going to be the new champion tonight in No Man's Land."
(Olympia leaves."
Glamourous Glenda: "Olympia is fired up and ready for Joanne Cannelli and is warning Sinclair Godfrey and putting the SWAT Amazons locker room on notice. Back to you."
(The scene slowly fades to black.)
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Post by Lindsey Calaway on Jan 29, 2022 2:26:37 GMT -5
 -Time for a change- We open up outside a studio somewhere in California where we see a beautiful redhead walking through a door and into a huge room where a band called Ice Nine Kills was rehearsing for an up and coming tour. The band had just about to take a break when the female stood in front of the stage.  Spencer:
Look who finally decided to grace us with her presence. The leader of the misfits. Lindsey Calaway!//Lindsey laughed a bit before going to sit on the stage.// Lindsey:
Aww it’s good to see you guys too! Which I might add yall are sounding awesomeness as usual. //Spencer grabs a water before walking over to Lindsey. He sits beside her putting his head on her shoulder.//
Spencer:
Why thank you my dear. Soo what’s with the visit? Come to finally be my next bloody victim in our next video? Word around the asylum is that you are signing to a new wrestling company ?Lindsey:
Just say when ((she laughs)) , but the last part is partly true. I’m undecided at the moment. I know it will more than likely be a yes , but when or If I do. I’ve been thinking of changing my theme music..//Spencer jumps up taking Lindsey’s hand with him.// Spencer:
It’s going to be Welcome to Horrorwood isn’t it?Lindsey:
Yeah.. Spencer:
Yesss! It’s about time! You haven’t changed themes in a long ass time. Lindsey:
It’s time for a change and what better way to show you guys off. Spencer:
Thank you for this. Lindsey:
Y’all are one of my favorites. So thank y’all for letting me.The rest of the band comes back into the room for more practice as Lindsey hangs out a bit more before she heads out to fly to New York ___________________________ +New place ,Same old Me+ The next day floated around in cold crappy New York City. The scene opens up inside of the SWAT arena where we see “ One Of A Kind” Lindsey Calaway looking around the place as she walks in. She bit down on her lip ring and thinking to herself if this was a good idea.
She felt down to her pocket of her yellow and black plaid punk rock type pants. She unzipped the pocket.. grabbing her phone to answer it .
 Lindsey:
I just got to the arena. Yeah just trying to make sure if I’m making the right decision on coming here. I read the card and fuckkkk it feels like I’m back to where I started 20 years ago. I don’t think the higher ups thought this entirely through when they wanted to sign me. I haven’t faced a decent female wrestler in a good while. They all might run for that shitty thing they call a ballpark after I make my debut, but then again I see Necra name on the list so it can’t be all that bad.
//Lindsey walks down the hallway still on the phone. She gets to her locker room before feeling the cameras on her . She let out a ugh before turning around.//Lindsey:
Looks like I have some company. I’ll talk to you later.:: She slides her phone in the back of her pocket before looking up.. smirking at the camera.::  Lindsey:
SWAT! How the hell are you guys? Now I don’t need any introduction. You guys know who I am and if you don’t .. you will eventually. Some call me the most down to earth girl in the world and then there are some that think I’m a total psycho. Just depends on which side you want to be on.
I’m totally fucking with you or am I .. but really it’s pretty cool to be in a new place, with new faces to be in the ring with that I haven’t faced constantly. I’ve been in this business since I was 13 .. and I’m 35 now. I’ve been through it all , been called every name in the book. So nothing anyone around here can do or say .. will not bother me at all.
Swat might think they are doing us girls a favor with this all female tournament which I hear is what.. the fourth one they have put on? Mm I give them props for finally thinking of the female first.
And this is we’re the blunt Lindsey comes in.
// The smirk she had on her face went straight to serious cold mode. She made sure the camera was on her good and steady.//
Since I have stepped foot into a wrestling ring.. I have busted my ass to prove I am just as capable of kicking a guy's ass as I can a girl . I’ve had some pretty gurling match in my time and this tournament isn’t going to prove shit that I haven’t already done.
Don’t get me wrong I’m not knocking any of these females in these matches . I know y’all are young and hungry for that money . It’s never been about the money for me. I love this business for what it is and the fans. The money and fame I never gave a crap about.
So what I’m trying to say as nicely as
I can. You can take that money and shove it! I’m here for the fights and what titles I can get my hands on.
Which brings me to my first opponent in Swat. Dude .. I've been looking hella forward to facing this person ever since swat came to me and wanted me to sign, “The Blackpool bombshell “ Blaze Freya!
I didn’t think we would be meeting so soon. It’s normally me against some other new person in the company, but I guess swat has to pay the bills somehow and they landed on us two. Which I have no problem with that at all. I want to give everyone a fight they will always remember and this just might be one they talk about for years to come.
I don’t know you all that much except for what I have seen. It’s not much , but it is enough for me to know if we ever do step in that ring together. It would be awesome. I don’t say that about everyone so don’t feel special okay :: she laughed.:
But really thought. I don’t talk shit on anyone I don’t know. That’s not me . I’ve been judged enough to know not to judge a book by it’s cover ,because you never know what they are capable of.
I’m going into this match with nothing to lose or gain. Like I said that money I could care less about. It’s the match between us I’m more on the line for and what will begin my start here.
I’ll see you soon.
Lindsey turned around walking into her locker room as the scene fades.
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Post by theshootfighter1963 on Jan 29, 2022 11:05:41 GMT -5
(Team Fairtex are walking through a corridor on the way to their locker room as Warren W. Webber comes up to them. Team Fairtex rolls their shake their heads and rolls their eyes.)
Tong Fairtex: "Warren what can we do for you."
Phantam Fairtex: "Or say to get you out of our way."
Warren W. Webber: "Am I that irritating."
Tong Fairtex: "You really want to know."
Warren W. Webber: "I guess not."
Phantam Fairtex: "So what wisdom can we bless you with."
Warren W. Webber: "Well you're in the big 30 man battle royal and what do you think of your chances."
Tong Fairtex: "Team Fairtex is going to have a good to great chance to win the big battle royal. No matter which brother wins we're going to be sharing the glory like we do in all our tag team matches."
Phantam Fairtex: "Even if we enter separately we still operate as a tag team wrestling machine."
Tong Fairtex: "There's plenty of tough competitors including Michael Maddox and his split personality. Then there's The Hell Hounds and KGB
Death Squad who are two of the toughest teams we have seen and probably be in the ANZAC Cup as well as Satan's Disciples."
Phantam Fairtex: "Correct brother. Then there's the bottom feeders. You know the scrubs who don't belong like Benjamin Bolt and company as well as idiots like Corino who use their disability to get out of getting a real beating. Then there's that idiot Rainbow Serpent or whoever he calls himself thinking he's an ecological savior."
Tong Fairtex: "Speaking of ecological saviors....."
Phantam Fairtex: "Or any other politically correct saviors....."
Tong Fairtex: "Also known as 'The Golden' God' Rally Jackson."
(Phantam barely holds in a laugh.)
Tong Fairtex: "Who just loves to run around and scream about the food."
(Phantam laughs.)
Phantam Fairtex: "Oh and the time he claimed to be a feminist and then he and Keith Williams got into a ribbing match. Yeah he really deserves to be a battle royal entrant."
Warren W. Webber: "Changing the subject there's the matter of Cannon wanting to takeover SWAT."
Tong Fairtex: "Don't tell us he's going to lay waste to the ring while everyone's in the battle royal."
Phantam Fairtex: "Oh wait he can't do that."
Tong Fairtex: "You're right. Blaze declared him the first man in the battle royal and he can't commit arson."
Phantam Fairtex: "Unless he plants an incendiary device under the ring with a timer."
(They look at each other and shake their heads laughing but clear their throats.)
Team Fairtex: "Nah."
Warren W. Webber: "Actually he's planning with Mr. Boothe to buy SWAT stock......"
(Team Fairtex slaps their heads groaning as they shake their heads.)
Tong Fairtex: "Oh come on. Where have we heard that before brother Phantam."
Phantam Fairtex: "Last year when that Egyptian chain smoking blimp travelling egomaniac Armand von Krauss tried to commit to a SWAT hostile
takeover. We were about to sell when Psychotic Goth stole our stock and buried it in Canada. Imagine a cool $25 million and he blew our chance at making a profit."
Tong Fairtex: "At least everyone saw how much of a loser Armand von Krauss was when he betrayed SWAT and fled to XHF where he can leech off them and play world conquerer all he wants."
Phantam Fairtex: "As for Psychotic Goth our actions during this battle royal shall not be of our responsibility. He caused us this trouble ad he's going to pay the price when we both eliminate him on our way to winning the battle royal."
Tong Fairtex: "Nobody and I mean nobody shall stand in our way to winning this event. That includes each other if we are the last two in the ring."
Phantam Fairtex: "We won't hold nothing back until one of us is eliminated and the other is declared the winner. That's the kind of competitor we are and always will be."
Warren W. Webber: "Who is going to be your most dangerous competitor."
Tong Fairtex: "Anyone except for the worthless scrubs and like I said don't belong in this battle royal except to fill out the battle royal
event. Yeah the only real reason they entered is to show their insignificance and become sacrificial lambs for the rest of the roster."
Phantam Fairtex: "Oh woe is them who felt sorry for those scrubs who entered this event. We shall not regret or shed tears for those lowly bottom feeders who are only around to give the rest of the roster victories."
Warren W. Webber: "So what do you plan to do with your stock if Mr. Boothe makes an offer."
Tong Fairtex: "If the price is right we'll consider it but it's doubtful we'll sell."
Phantam Fairtex: "However, right now we have a match to prepare for and we intend to be ready for every one of these competitors."
Tong Fairtex: "Let's do this."
Phantam Fairtex: "Interview over."
(Team Fairtex leaves.)
Warren W. Webber: "Team Fairtex looks ready for the battle royal. Back to you."
(The scene fades to black.)
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Post by brokennecra on Jan 31, 2022 22:19:50 GMT -5
Act 1: I'm always watching...
"I live in the shadows, move around you and you never even notice. Death creeps among the living hiding within the shadows, but when your time comes, it will be the only time you see me."
The scene opens on the beautiful countryside of Georgia. The sun was low in the sky and the heavy clouds threatened rain. The camera moves along the road passing by the now empty fields and toward an all to familiar home. The massive estate loomed over the grounds that sat in complete silence. A single light seemed to come from what appears to be the basement. The camera moves to the interior of the massive silent house and to an open door that lead down into the basement. It was nothing more than what appeared to be an old storm cellar, except for the new wooden walls and wooden floor to match. The sound of voices could be heard coming from one of the rooms that had been made and a red light seemed to flood the air even out of the crack that could be seen. Inside was what appeared to be photos hanging over sinks full of some sort of chemical. We see a shadow move across the room blocking out the light before we see an all to familiar face. Necra's golden eyes seemed to focused on a piece of paper that seemed to be forming into a picture in front of her.
Voice 1: Are you sure no one saw you?
Necra: Not at all. She was sound asleep.
Voice 2: She's not photogentic at all.
Necra: I know but that's not why I was there Rarity...
Voice 1: She wants to stalk her prey.
Necra smirks as she sees the picture starting to form in front of her eyes.
Necra: She's crossed me to many times now. She has to pay for what's she done Fluttershy.
Rarity: Yes but you made her submit to you, just as a Goddess should.
Fluttershy: You need to stalk her, hunt her like the dog that she is...
Necra: Both of you are right. My uncle always taught me that you need to be one step ahead of them at all times. I've already put her to shame, this time it's just to show my dominance! Dakota has a lot to say when she isn't in front of me. I mean look at what I did to her. I'll enjoy beating another lesson into her.
Fluttershy: It's simple Necra. She is not worthy of your time.
Rarity: She doesn't have any style either.
Necra: I don't care what she looks like. The fact that she is beneath me is what bothers me. I've faced off against Dakota like twice before and yet she still doesn't seem to understand and I am and always will be her superior. Like she said I made her tap and sacrificed her to whatever God I believed in... But she was MY sacrifice. I am the Goddess of the Dead, The Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End. When she steps into the ring with me again there will be no leaving for Dakota. This is where her career ends.
Necra laughs as Rarity and Fluttershy laugh as well.
Necra: When I'm done with Dakota this time they will have to carry her out of the ring. The Serpent is not what I call my perfect move, but I have one in mind that's a lot worse. The Pegasus Device. It's something new and I haven't had a chance to use it... Maybe, just maybe you'll be the first to feel the device come down on you.I'll be ready for anything that you can throw at me Dakota, and trust me blood will flow, but it won't be mine. There is no rescue, there is no one that will come to help you in the end. You're so called boy toy was pathetic especially when he ended up handcuffed to the ropes. By the end of this you will be lucky if you can breath on your own. I'm not holding back on you, because you won't hold back on me.
She looks down at the picture that finally forms and a strange almost sinister smile appears on her lips as she takes it out of the chemicals and hangs it up.
Necra: Oh and Dakota... You had a really nice room in Scottsdale...
Necra walks out of the room as the camera focuses on Dakota sound asleep in the picture with a slender hand pushing back a piece of her hair as the scene fades to black.
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Post by eddied on Feb 1, 2022 9:14:38 GMT -5
 (Eddie D is pushing a heavy trolley full of equipment, helping set up the ring ahead of the No Man's Land event when Warren W Webber approaches the SWAT World Heavyweight Champion with a camera crew.)
WWW: What are you doing? EDDIE: What does it look like? I am helping set up the ring. Just because I am champion doesn't make me above helping the fed from the bottom up. It doubles as a good workout ahead of my clash tonight. WWW: Well I'm sure the roadies appreciate your muscle ahead of a big set up. Congratulations on the tourney win last week. How does it feel to be champion again? EDDIE: I am the happiest guy in the world. 123 center of the ring after beating some of the best SWAT talent? Not a bad performance for a guy with a bum knee huh? Not bad for a guy that "will only be fit for the tag division". Not bad for a guy that's "only ever destined to be a stable enforcer"? WWW: I didn't say all that about you did I? EDDIE: No. The media is bigger than just your mutterings WiFi Webber. WWW: Well I guess you proved some doubters wrong, but there's no need to be so sour about it... Well who do you think will win the women's tourney? EDDIE: Lucky Linda got to the final last year. I think she has what it takes to take it one step further this time out. WWW: Oh. So you are not rooting for Blaze? EDDIE: Why would I? She's probably the only other person in the tourney that could prove me wrong tonight. Ooh... Right. So not only have the press written me off as a competitor over the years, but now you're sinking to the gutter of tabloid bed jumping? I am not chasing Blaze as a love interest and I'm sure that Blaze for one is delighted by that. I am sure she's far too busy as commissioner to be worrying about the romantic advances of a hefty bit of skirt like me. Any way. Me and Trixie are golden. WWW: What about your chances against our Australian Champion tonight? Will this be one of the shortest lived title reigns in SWAT history? EDDIE: The kid is on a hell of a run of form. All that means is that this snot nosed pup is going to feel the burn of defeat all the more painfully when I beat him. What is he? 12 years old? Mother's milk still wet on the bum fluff on his top lip. WWW: He's proved to be a very able champion? His age seems to have been no hindrance to his success thus far... EDDIE: His play boy lifestyle, drinking, dancing and his chasing women will be his undoing. He pretends to be this rich boy devil-may-care European, but he's just a punk who needs taking down a peg or two. Though I did hear that he is taking this fight seriously because he completed dry-January? WWW: Sober all January you mean? EDDIE: No. dry-January, he didn't wet the bed all month. I know it's all meant to be anonymous but I was proud to be Wolf's sponsor. Taking it one night at a time. Well earned one month chip. See you at the next meeting. Getting better not wetter. You can do it buddy. WWW: You realise in that joke you must be a bed wetter too? To go to these imaginary meetings with him? EDDIE: And true to form WiFi Webber sucks all the fun out of an interview. I have a ring to put up and a few things to do. So if you'd like to get out of my way? I'll see you later when I get to hit the ring, belt on my shoulder and lay out a good old fashioned from the squares circle promo. Take it easy WiFi. (Eddie D comes very close to bashing Warren W Webber with the heavy trolley as Eddie forces the trolley suddenly into motion and rattles past the camera crew. The scene fades to black as Webber complains and a soundman helps him regain his balance.) |
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Post by frostbite52 on Feb 1, 2022 15:28:36 GMT -5
Warren Webber number one ace reporter here in SWAT is walking backstage as he is looking back at his camera crew that is following him around, as Warren gets to the backdoor which leads out to the parking lot, he slowly pushes open the brown door as he and the camera crew head outside as we see a few fans still coming into the arena for tonight great show, a few recognize Warren as they wave at him and he waves back, but Warren is on a mission but why in the world would Warren take a camera crew and head out to the parking lot there could only mean one thing. Warren looking damper if you want to say that, he has a checkered color coat which has quite a few colors on it, so much so that it might give Zoey a run for her money especially with her hair, his pants are quite tacky well maybe wrinkle because of all the running around and interviews that he has been doing involving the Amazon tournament, a World title match well two I should say since the CWA World Champion is here as well, and last but not least the Royal Rumble itself where others are looking for a future match with the SWAT World Champion, Eddie D or will it be Vincent Wolf after tonight. Warren continues on his journey might be to hell if we are right to where he might be heading. Warren as to stop for about a second as he is about to fall after almost tripping over his shoelaces, as he bends down to tie them, we see that Warren could use a new pair as them seem to be scuff up big time. As he gets up he and the camera crew continue to there path to maybe pending doom.They finally reach there destination as Warren and the crew must catch their wind after a long walk which seems like miles as they finally get to the blue and gray RV where Cannon and his crew are hanging out in. As Warren and the camera crew approach the RV, we see Chuck standing guard as usually, as he sees Warren and the crew right on top of him.
Warren Webber: Is Cannon in there?
Chuck looks at Warren like he might snap him in half, and probably could along with the camera crew with his face hands.
Chuck: He is not around at the moment.
Warren: Or he does not walk to talk to me.
Chuck is right now getting frustrated because Wareen does not believe him, and as big as Chuck is, I believe Wareen better tread carefully.
Chuck: If I say he is not here, he is not here.
Wareen: Okay where did he go because I am on a deadline to get this interview.
Chuck is starting to reach that boiling point as he looks at Warren and the camera crew as he is about to pounce on somebody until we see the RV door swing open. We see a couple of large indivdual poke their heads out and then both step out of the RV. Both men are taller and bigger than Chuck, as our camera crew zooms in we see that it is Doomsday and Lucifer.
Doomsday: We heard you from inside Warren, and it appears by the look on Chuck's face it is a good thing we came out here because he was about to beat all three of you.
Lucifer: I am sure Mister Boothe would not want a lawsuit on his hands right now.
Warren: Do you two have any idea where Cannon is at.
The two laugh at him.
Warren: What is so funny?
Doomsday: He is out taking care of business and that is all you really need to know.
Lucifer: And you might want to turn around.
Warren slowly turns around as we see a short blonde haired gentleman with an intense look in his blue eyes wearing a blue tee shirt with long blue tights and blue and black boots, we see that it is John Cannon.
Cannon: Well if it isn't Warren and the dip shit camera crew. What may I ask do you want?
Before Warren is able to say anything, Cannon holds up his right hand.
Cannon: I know you want to cut a interview and get my thoughts on the Royal Rumble and your wonderful management team in there abusing their powers and make me the number one entrant into it.
Wareen: Well yes that would be part of it?
Cannon: Part of it.
Wareen: Doomsday tells me you were conducting business? Could that business be this mystery person that you were talking to last week. We would like to know just who this person really is? Could they be part of the rumble?
Cannon: So full of questions aren't we? And besides you really believe I am going tell you and this idiots here in the locker room and New York city just who I have been talking to?
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO....
Cannon: Listen these idiots in there. When is the last time did they actually have a winning team here. The Jets and Giants suck and the Knicks have not be reverent for years. These people should be thankful that a champion had graced them with my presence.
Crowd.. ASSHOLE... ASSHOLE...
Cannon: A great bunch of people in there, bunch of freaking losers and always will be.
Warren: Excuse me, you said champion?
Cannon: I did not shudder did I. Yes I am the champion.
Wareen: I just talk to Eddie not long ago.
Cannon bends over as he bust out laughing for a few minutes and he cannot stop either. Warren is getting frustrated as he is trying to do this interview.
Wareen: What is so funny?
Cannon gathers his composer as he straighten up.
Cannon: First off Warren, it is none of your damn concern who I am doing business with. I know it might shock they'll out of you that I am talking to someone in the SWAT locker room because you feel that I have pissed so many people by burning a worthless piece of tin, but you would be quite surprise there are people inside that locker room Warren that hate management as much as we do. So I have not going to reveal just who in the hell it is whether it is a man or woman but once you idiots find out then all hell will break loose. And to the second part of that question who asked what was I laughing about.
Cannon shakes his head.
Cannon: Did you call Eddie D champion?
Wareen: Yes I did, he won the tournament last week, to crown a new champion.
Cannon: The tournament, what a complete joke it was right. First off here your champion was put into this silly tournament in the first place because what sense did it make to put me in this tournament or even have one. I am the champion, why can management see that. I know I pissed off people by burning that piece of tin and management somehow believes that I gave up the title. Warren, management around here is really stupid. So you want to call Eddie D a champion and he has not beaten me, so how can he really call himself champion.
Warren: Well that is management decision.
Cannon: I did not have to me in the tournament but Mister Boothe made sure that I was, but instead giving me a fair shake, no I bump into a ref by accident and that gets me kicked out of the tournament in the first round. So Wareen tell me if I can not trust management or the refs around here then what am I suppose to do.
Warren shrugs his shoulders because he really does not have an answer.
Cannon: But management decides to make Eddie the champ, a tournament that means nothing. What did Eddie win? He won nothing. Sure the management decided to give me a piece of tin and call him a false champion. What a great company we all work for right, but Warren he might be your champion but I am the champion and everybody knows it. But I am sure maybe in management warped little minds that but try and down the road book a match with the false champion that would be Eddie against the real champion, and that would be yours truly. But Warren, I am not interested in that because I have beaten Eddie, there is nothing there for me. Mister Boothe will see to that, because I am moving on to bigger and better things and onto new opponents. People that should get a shot at trying to beat the real champion.
Warren: Well Eddie is considered the champion and for you to be the champion you are going to have to win the Royal Rumble tonight and get that chance.
Cannon: Wareen, I am suppose to stand here and believe management is going to be fair. I can see it now I get throw through the ropes that will consider that out and not over the top ropes. I bet if for some reason I get thrown over the top ropes and one do it might touch the floor I will be considered out, and for good old fashion funny I am number one. So Wareen I ask again, do you really believe I am going to really get a fair shake out there tonight.
Warren is speechless.
Cannon: That is what I thought. Mister Boothe has filed a motion to get that number one entrant throw out and file a lawsuit against this company for how there champion is being treated around here.
Cannon looks at Warren.
Cannon: Please do not say that Eddie is the champion. I wonder how he can sleep at night calling himself champion. I am sure he can because the man has no conscious because he and everybody in that locker room knows who the champ is. I feel kinda of sorry for Vincent Wolf, what he goes out there and defeats Eddie and wins the match. What would he have won? Nothing because Eddie is not the champ, but if Vincent beats Eddie then he can come and see the real champion and maybe Mister Boothe and I, could work out a match.
Warren: What about the Royal rumble?
Cannon: What about it Warren? 29 others must follow me and they will all go over the top ropes one By one. I know that Doomsday and Lucifer are in it. If that get lucky and win it, then I will be more than happy to give either man a shot at the title because they deserve it, I would look forward to the match, after all we are family here. But Warren I stand here and I must ponder a thought. When I go out here and win the Royal Rumble. Is there really a way to challenge yourself? Since I am the champion, it would hard to do so, but maybe I could use that win to challenge the CWA World Champion, maybe I could do that, would have to get Mister Boothe to check it on that one. I know Wareen you are going to say that I would challenge Eddie for the title when I win, but that is where you are wrong.
Warren: That is how it works.
Cannon: I can not challenge myself Warren, but I must admit I can not win or lose right. But Warren I know management is going to try it very best to screw me over, I can see it in the cards. I am there champion why can not they learn to deal with that. I am sure that Eddie and his boy Arnold had a great celebration of winning nothing. But Eddie and the rest off the locker room and management get it through there heads that I am the champion and whether they liked it or not that is the way it is and will be. It appears that management wants the champion to jump through some special hoops to prove myself, well I guess I will win the rumble then. But another questions comes to mind would be this.
He pauses..
Cannon: When I run through 29 others should that be consider a title defense? After I do that then, I will have nobody in the locker room to beat and then maybe I will retire the belt and then maybe thus company can have another tournament and crown another champion of maybe just call Eddie champion that would seem to be the way they do business. It is quite sad, Warren. This company had decided to stop so low, but is it quite okay. But think about it, when it is all said and done. I am the champion, Satan Disciples will be the tag team champ, Zoey women champion, and maybe we get the Australian championship as well and then management would have no choice but to do business with us.
He puts his right hand on Warren shoulder, as he looks toward the camera with an intense look in his blue eyes.
Cannon: But for the 29 other participants, I have tried my very best to change who I am, and become a much better person but not does not appear to be the case. So I going to have to find him once again which he is always around. You can relax he is not going to burn down the arena or the ring around you, even though the idea would be cool. No, you morons want him to comeback so damn bad. You saw the damage he did one his way out, but if he returns do you know what he can really do. I am going to make this my hell on earth one way or the other. This company will call me it's champion or everybody in that locker room will pay with their careers. So right now the ball is in the management court either you recognize me as champion or they will not be a locker room for you to run.
He takes his hand off of Warren shoulder.
Cannon: You can take that message back to the locker room and to management. My family and I have work to do, so off You do not leave I will have Chuck throw you out.
Chuck walks toward Warren and the crew,as they turn around quickly, as Cannon and the Disciples head back into the RV as the scene fades out.
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Post by frostbite52 on Feb 1, 2022 17:23:32 GMT -5
As we once again for it appears to be about the million time today or okay that might appear to the case. We are once again right outside the area and right back at the RV home to Cannon and his so called family. And yes once again, Chuck is outside arms folded looking around to see if anybody is coming after the family, but it appears to be quite quiet, all they we can hear is a little bit of noise coming from the capacity crowd on hand for tonight action. As we enter inside the RV our cameras zoom right through it as nobody appears to be around or so we think you never know when Cannon or the Disciples will jump out and scare the crap out of us. But we hear a couple of People talking from the very back of the RV, as we hear a couple people talking but also a device or sort maybe being operated back there as well. We enter the kitchen, we see Mister Boothe who looks sharp as usually wearing a suit that would be about as expensive as anybody paycheck or combine checks here in the arena or any wrestler in the back, as he is wearing a gray suit and black shoes. However he is standing over a blender as he is mixing up something that looks green a lumping green at that. As he finishes it up, he looks behind the counter and grabs a glass as he sits it up on the counter as he takes the blender as he pours it into the glass as the green mess if you want to call it that slides slowly out of it.
Mister Boothe; How can you drink that mess?
Our cameras follow as right on the other side of the counter we see someone grab the glass. This person has mult-color hair with a black tee shirt and black boxer type of shorts and black boots. It is the newest addiction to the SWAT foster Zoey.
Zoey: I like this stuff. I had this staff made for me at the home. I did not think I would like this stuff but I did. It has kale, broccoli, kiwi, celery and a few other things. It is actually good.
Zoey takes a sip of it, as Mister Boothe stands there about to puke because she is actually drinking it down.
Mister Boothe: The stuff actually stinks as well, but if this is what you like, then I will have to make sure management takes goid care of its clients and shocked this fridge.
Zoey continues to drink her shake.
Mister Boothe: I must admit when Cannon wanted me to bring you aboard. I did not want to think. He told me about your past and I am so sorry for what happen to you it never should have happen. I know Cannon wishes he knew about what was going on with you and your dad. He told me that his parents would have adopted you.
Zoey finishes her glass.
Zoey: Look Cannon feels guilty about it but it is not his fault, he did not physically or mentally or even sexually abuse me that was my dad.
Mister Boothe: That is all behind you. Trust me when I say that you have a family here and you can feel safe with us that includes, Cannon, Doomsday, Lucifer and even Chuck outside. Nobody is going to hurt you.
Zoey: I know that, Cannon is like a brother to me. Doomsday is a great trainer he prepared me for this moment, and I know Lucifer is like a bigger brother.
Mister Boothe: Yes and you can certainly trust me as well we are all here for you.
Mister Boothe finishes pouring the smoothie or whatever you might want to call it. Zoey grabs the glass as she finishes it off.
Mister Boothe: I must admit, Doomsday did a great job in getting you in shape, I know he worked you rather hard.
Zoey finishes off the smoothie as she puts the glass down on the counter. She jumps out of the chair, as he drops to the floor as she starts to do some stomach crunches, as the camera catches her abs and she actually has almost a six pack as Zoey appears to be in great shape.
Mister Boothe: Do not want you to over do it, we have a match shortly.
Zoey: I will not just relax.
Mister Boothe walks over to the other side as he sits on the stool as he watches her do her crunches.
Mister Boothe: Look, Cannon was saying to be earlier when you win this tournament tonight you have the two million dollar check in your hands. He had already had me set up an account in your name. He wants for you to put it in there and use that money to buy a nice home anywhere you want it does not have to be in Boulder, in fact he wants for you to live in another city and get far away from those bad memories as you can. I have a realtor buddy that could help you out with that. Maybe a decent car to get around in. Cannon wants for you to have a good life something you deserve.
Zoey finishes her crunches.
Zoey: He worries too damn much but underneath that bad ass attitude which he certainly does, he has a heart.
Mister Boothe: I know he does and he wants to put this company out of business. He wants the Disciples to become tag team champ and you to hold the woman's title sure I understand it might take a little bit of time but we will get there and tonight that journey starts.
Zoey jumps to her feet as she starts to throw punches in thin air.
Mister Boothe: It starts with Miss Godfrey and it ends with you getting your hands on that damn check. There are lot of woman that have more experience that you but they do not have that fire in your belly which I know you do.
Zoey: Every woman that is in this tournament I simply see my dad in their faces and trust me, I promise I will make every single one will suffer, that I promise. Miss Godfrey becomes the first of many. I know she has been in the business for awhile but that means nothing to me. I will bring honor to the family and pick up my very first win in this tournament and to the rest of the woman from here on out plenty of bones to break and I will become two million dollar richer. It is not about the money, it is about pride and respect and I will beat it them both out of you.
Mister Boothe nods his head in agreement as Zoey continues her workout as the scene fades out.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2022 19:10:26 GMT -5
SWAT Amazons Arena. New York City
Day of Show,
As "The Alpha" Vincent Wolf enters the SWAT Amazons Arena, in downtown New York City, he is bombarded with questions by Warren W. Webber and his camera crew. Vincent sets his gym bag down and prepares himself for Webber's onslaught of questions.
~Vincent Wolf~
Okay, okay Warren I see you are anxious to find something out, so go ahead and ask your questions.
~Warren W Webber~
Thanks, I have just finished an interview with your opponent for tonight the SWAT World Champion Eddie D. He had some rather questionable remarks about you and the match tonight. So I would love to get your thoughts on the match and your opponent.
~Vincent Wolf~
Questionable remarks like what, he doesn't know me personally and we have never been in the ring together so I don't know what he would have to say about me or the match.
~Warren W Webber~
Well, let me quote exactly what Eddie D had to say...
"The kid is on a hell of a run of form. All that means is that this snot-nosed pup is going to feel the burn of defeat all the more painfully when I beat him. What is he? 12 years old? Mother's milk still wet on the bum fluff on his top lip."
~Warren W Webber~
He would go on to say...
"His playboy lifestyle, drinking, dancing, and his chasing women will be his undoing. He pretends to be this rich boy devil-may-care European, but he's just a punk who needs taking down a peg or two. Though I did hear that he is taking this fight seriously because he completed dry-January?"
Vincent Wolf stands there with a smile on his face as he hears the negative words from his opponent.
~Vincent Wolf~
Hold on, hold the telephone, PLAYBOY lifestyle?
~Warren W Webber~
Yes, the playboy lifestyle he also claims you wet to bed.
As Vincent hears the wetting to bed comment he begins to laugh out loud as if he was listening to Jeff Dunham and his many puppets.
[/font]~Vincent Wolf~
Okay so let me get this straight, I'm a playboy who wets the bed and still suckles on my mother's tit, God rest her soul?
~Warren W Webber~
That's pretty much what he was saying, so is there anything you want to say?
~Vincent Wolf~
YES, YES, YES,
Vincent begins laughing for a few moments while Warren W Webber stands there with a puzzled look on his face.
~Vincent Wolf~
I respect the champion and what he has accomplished, and I will not talk down to him and I will not talk trash against the man who holds the most prestigious championship in the wrestling world, the SWAT World Championship.
~Warren W Webber~
Really?
~Vincent Wolf~
Yes, really, I was taught by one of the greatest men in the world Diedrick Wolf to respect my opponents and to respect the championships. My grandfather told me if I talk trash about my opponent and he beats me it makes me look bad. Also, he taught me to respect any and all championships because if I disrespect a championship when I win that belt it wouldn't mean a damn thing, so I respect my opponent and the gold.
~Vincent Wolf~
It doesn't mean that I like my opponent or anything it just simply means I respect his abilities and the gold he wears.
Vincent reaches down picking up his gym bag as he gets ready to head to the dressing room.
~Warren W Webber~
That sounds great and all but don't you think some people may consider that cowards look at things, that you are afraid to say anything negative about your opponent.
~Vincent Wolf~
No, Warren, no I don't. I believe respect is earned and respect is a man's behavior. So I will respect Eddie D and earn his respect by showing him exactly what this playboy can do.
~Warren W Webber~
Well, "The Alpha" Vincent Wolf, I respect that and I wish you all the luck in the world going into your match tonight.
Vincent smiles that million-dollar smile as he turns to leave, he takes a few steps then turns around speaking.
~Vincent Wolf~
Hey Warren, tell Eddie D that this snot nose-pup is coming to fight, and I will take my respect from him.
"The Alpha" turn's walking away as Warren W Webber heads towards another member of the SWAT roster.
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Post by davidvectortherookie on Feb 3, 2022 17:10:01 GMT -5
- ( "Gimme Back My Bullets" by Lynyrd Skynyrd hits the arena speakers and David Vector "The Rookie" jogs out onto the ramp with the SWAT WORLD TAG TITLE on his shoulder. The State flag of Virginia and The Stars and Stripes flashes up on the SWAT-tron screens. Vector accepts the applause that greets him by applauding them back in gratitude. Vector slaps the outstretched hands of the fans at the guard rail as he takes a slow jog out to the ring. Vector soaks in the atmosphere, jogs up the ring steps, wipes his feet on the apron and hops through the ropes. Vector scales the turnbuckles throws up his arms to accept their adulation, punches the air and jumps confidently down into the ring. The music fades and Vector is thrown a microphone....) -
- Ladies and Gentlemen and wrestling fans of all ages, I am one half of your SWAT tag team champions and I couldn't be prouder to represent this fine Federation.
I only have y'all to thank for my rapid climb to success. Without support and the lights and the spectacle it's all just getting bloody and sweaty; glorified sparring and gym work. I surely do appreciate everything and I will do my best to represent the Fed and the title and myself in the best light possible.
No Man's Land is a hell of a show and it's a privilege to be on the card. I know that the ladies are set to steal the show and give us a hell of a display... but The Rumble is a big deal too. A mountain to climb no matter when you get chucked in there. I look upon it with trepidation. LIVE from the SWAT Amazons Arena. New York City. It's a pinnacle for me and I am buzzing with adrenalin.
Now there were some whispers that Goth and I aren't a natural team. There's tittle tattle that we're destined to break up, because we were forged as a temporary tag team. Some of that is hard to deny, but destined to fail and destined to split aint on the cards. No Sir. I reckon' we have survived facing off one on one, when we were tag team partners. If we can survive knocking 7 colors of shitola out of each other (pardon my Francais), then we can survive time apart... following contrasting solo career goals and still come back to defend the gold when required. Lord willin' and the crick don't rise, we'll be together a whiles longer yet.
I just keep plugging away and living by my mantra...
My pledge to you tonight and always:
….to show courage, fight with pride and give the fans what they paid for. -
- The crowd joined in on his mantra and Vector takes a moment to enjoy their engagement and chuckles to himself before continuing -
- Bless your hearts.
I was in a Battle Royal not long ago and that helped prepare me for tonight in a way... But a Rumble is a whole new scale of mayhem that I've never been exposed to before. Then again... I never thought I would be standing here with a SWAT World Tag Team Title either. Stranger things happen at sea.
I have a shot at something special tonight.
Why in the name of all things red, white and blue wouldn’t I back myself and give it 100% in The Rumble?!
Why wouldn’t I show off some skills and some tenacity to get the kids screaming my name?!
Why wouldn’t I ride your love and admiration like a tidal wave towards the top of 'rasslin'?!
Exactly.
There’s no reason why yours truly couldn’t, shouldn’t, wouldn’t win The Rumble tonight and take this place by storm.
I am ready for our encounter tonight SWAT Locker room.
Can you say the same? -
- (David Vector drops the mic., raises his hands and the crowd pop. "Gimme Back My Bullets" by Lynard Skynard plays as Vector makes his way out of the ring.) -
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