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Post by unchainedgawd on Feb 12, 2022 10:51:50 GMT -5
[Syndicate Debut]
[Money CAN Buy Happiness......]
[February 6th 2022]
[5:16 AM]
*Skyler Vincent Levesque is seen at a local hospital, doing a Make-A-Wish for a family which he loathes. But he takes a deep breath, and walks inside to see where their room is. With his phone charger in his pocket and phone in hand, the brash young and arrogant bastard walks up to the desk.
"Do you get paid to watch TikTok videos all day or all you actually going to help me, I've been standing here for the last 45 minutes! Is it such a hard time to show me where room 666 is?"
*Skyler says as he slams his fists on the front desk and ringing the bell, growing tired of waiting any longer, he goes to find the room himself. Pushing nurses out of the way, punching orderlies in the face, he finally reaches the room. He walks inside and takes a look around. There he sees a family surrounding a bed*
"Why all the gloom faces, you all look like someone just died. It's like they're going to go knock knock knockin on heaven's door. No? So what you mean all tell me is that she's not taking the stairway to heaven?"
*The distraught family crying hysterically while Skyler mocking them at this point. He folds his arms, and just looks at them shaking his head as he walks to the bed. Putting his hand over the plug for the life support machine, he looks back at the sobbing mother.*
" Look at her laying there all helpless, and defenseless. She'll never be able to give you grandchildren, or her father here will never walk her down the aisle. But don't worry because tonight, tonight she's going to send one last message. A message that NEEDS to be seen, not heard! That ONE message is simply this...*
* Skyler Vincent Levesque pulls the plug off the life support machine. The mother instantly collapses to the floor sobbing. The father grabs his chest, goes to throw a punch but falls to the floor. While SVL just finds this amusing. He then walks to the daughter who's already gone, and makes out with her. He breaks the kiss and looks into the hard camera with that smug look.*
"Let this be a lesson to the other 29 pukes I have to share a ring with! I'm going to do whatever it takes, and I do mean I'll do whatever it takes! Just like that poor poor family, you'll both have one thing in common after tonight."
*SVL plugs in his phone where the life support machine used to be plugged in. He pushes the corpse off the bed and sits.*
" Just like this family here got to watch TWO people they love die in front of em. 29 other schmucks get to watch their dreams go up in smoke. Do you know why that is? Because I am Skyler Vincent Levesque, and I am far more PERFECT than you'll ever be!"
[End of Scene]
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Post by Timeless on Feb 12, 2022 20:27:01 GMT -5
[We see the night lights of New York City and then we zoom in and see standing atop the bridge the hottest couple in wrestling, Timeless Alex Turner and Roxylishus. Timeless is wearing a baseball style Timeless shirt, it’s unbuttoned and his body glimmers in the New York lights, his ‘T’ necklace sparkling. Roxylishus is wearing a hot red boob tube and they are bursting at the seams to get out of it (if only) and matching ruby red lipstick. H_O_T!]
Timeless : Howdy SWAT! I’m baaaaack.
Yes yes. I know. But you lost a loser leaves SWAT match. To the worm Caffrey of all people.
[Timeless and Roxy both at the same time wretch poking their fingers mockingly in their mouths]
Roxylishus : But …. The thing about that clause was … it was part of another network's stipulation. (She does a limp wrist pose to describe ‘which network’) So we did a little research, and it turns out that shit don’t mean shit here at the CWA!
Timeless : Precisely!
Roxylishus : So WALLAH! Here we are!
[Pec pop. By both of them. Eyes bulge.]
Timeless : Man, this city. This fed, it sure brings back the memories.
Last time I entered a rumble here, I put that worm Caffrey in a set of concrete boots and hoisted him out over the top like the sack of shit he is!
Next time I see him will do the same! Into this very river!
Just like I did to that bug boy Radu. Sacrificial Idol my ass!
Sacrifice WHAT? His body for the fed?
Roxylishus : There is a new Sacrificial Idol here at SWAT I saw.
Timeless : Damn straight. The Wrestler of the Year! Now that is sacrifices what that man made!
When the shit hits the fan, when times are tough, you find out what people really think of you. Know where you really stand.
Sissy freaks can try and cancel culture the whole world. I don’t play that shit.
Roxylishus : Cancel this!
[Double crotch chop.]
Timeless : (does the John Cena hand wave.) You can’t cancel me!
What a rumble this is. Some of the best wrestlers in the world.
The Unbelievable Oxford Osland!
Roxylishus : Our Empire brother Donzig!
Timeless : The Harbinger of Death! I got your back in this one and everyone!
Roxylishus : The Hellhounds!
Timeless : Legends who enter these fights just for kicks.
Roxylishus : Psychotic Goth!
Timeless : We have been around the loop with him. What a warrior. Former World Champion. Has done it all!
Roxylishus : John Cannon!
Timeless : The man who trashed the SWAT belt. That will go down in infamy! Gotta say, ballsy move.
Roxylishus : Rally Jackson!
Timeless : The Golden God! SWAT Grand Slam Champion!
Roxylishus : Mike Maddox.
Timeless : (laughs) His biggest problem is himself. And I don’t mean Dread. Check it Mike. A friendly tip from me to you. Don’t worry about no bullshit and just worry about fronting up and kicking ass and having fun. Before you know it, you may actually make something of yourself.
Roxylishus : Paul Blair!
Timeless : The Ruler! This is my type of guy. Hope we meet up in the rumble.
Roxylishus : Calum Morgan.
Timeless : One of the Favorites to take this whole thing out. Britain's number one bad boy. We have seen him before and this guy can do it all. The sky's the limit for him. Which, (segway city) he will be flying through as I send him sailing out of the ring.
Roxylishus : (going into reporter mode) A star studded field. Who will win is anyone’s question. The best of SWAT against the best of NPW! With Sir Winsalot Timeless’ Alex Turner and Jesse Jamestar entering also.
Timeless : Which brings us to the real reason we are back. That’s you Jay Jay (he pronounces the name in the elocution of a young girls privates)
[Timeless’ eyes pierce through the lens with intensity.]
Since the day them cream puffs at that mardi gras freak show tried to cancel me and ban me from the air waves. You made it your business to be their hero.
You wanted to be a hot shot!
Parade around like your Clint Eastwood after sending the villain out with a Jesterplex.
Bravo Sport!
I hope it got you over with them!
Only problem is though!
You mess with me I mess with YOU!
If it wasn’t enough reason for me to come for you that you are walking around wearing what should be MY belts! That was business. This. This is now personal!
So, I heard you had signed up over here to enter the rumble.
And told myself. Here is your chance to come and turn the tables. To send YOU packing from somewhere just like you did to ME!
Know this Jay Jay! This. Tonight!
It’s just the beginning!
I’m coming for you pal!
With everything I have!
Until the end of time if need be!
Want to be the big man?
Let’s see if you got what it takes to be that man!
If you haven’t! Just sayin …. You’re screwed!
I am not here to win this rumble!
I have said it 100 times. I don’t care about winning and losing.
I am here. To make sure you don’t win and get a piece of you in the process!
Ya got it Mutha Fucka!
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Post by SWAT eFed on Feb 13, 2022 2:26:11 GMT -5
Jeremy Tucker: Fulton it's time for our next match of the night, and it's the Lady Sinclair and Frostbites protege Zoey going at it, the winner advancing to meet Blaze in the semi final. [Referee Mike Donovan and ring announcer Frank Salazar can be seen standing in the ring ready to begin the match.] Andrew Fulton: Two women desperate to reach the top of the Amazons division. I like that in a women Jerry. Desperation. It's a very attractive quality you know. Who will prevail in this one? Jeremy Tucker: Yeah, but which Amazon will be the future of the division here tonight? [Referee Mike Donovan checks with both ladies making sure they are ready.] Frank Salazar: The following contest is a 1st round SWAT No Man's Land match! Introducing first …. Coming in at 5'7" and 140 lbs … hailing from the unknown …. the "9th baroness" Lady Sinclair Godfrey!!![The lights go down and come up red as Sinclair walks down the ramp, pausing to lift her coat before she looks out over the crowd with a faint smile. Then she walks down to the ring, climbing the stairs before wiping her feet on the apron. She steps under the ropes, lifting the coat before she shrugs it off to toss it to the ref. Pausing in the center of the ring to lift her arms.] Frank Salazar: And her opponent… standing at nearly 5'5" and weighing in at a solid weight of 122 lbs …. Hailing from Boulder, Colorado, USA…. "The Buzzsaw" Zoey Cannon!!![As Toxic begins to blast over the sound system Zoey and her manager Mister Boothe walk through the curtain. Zoey looks toward the ring with a blank stare in her green eyes as she tilts her head as it cracks so loud that even Mister Boothe believes she has broken it. Zoey goes through a few stretches, as she heads down to the ring with an intense look in her eyes, as she gets to ringside, Mister Boothe says a few words in her head as she continues to look in the ring at her opponent with the same intense look in her green eyes. She climbs the steps as she looks back at Mister Boothe who nods his head, as she steps through the ropes. Zoey bounces off the ropes, and after she does that she puts each leg on the top ropes getting in that last-second stretch to get ready.] Andrew Fulton: Will Cannon or Godfrey walk away with the two million dollars tonight? Jeremy Tucker: I'm not sure which one will advance but they both look ready to go to war. Andrew Fulton: The bell has just rung and the match is underway. Jeremy Tucker: Both ladies, tie-up as they attempt to gain an early advantage. Andrew Fulton: Both women back up against the ring ropes still trying to get the advantage over the other. Jeremy Tucker: Sinclair quickly turns the table taking down Zoey with an Arm Drag Takedown. Andrew Fulton: That had to hurt, she landed hard. Jeremy Tucker: Sinclair is right on top of Zoey, giving her no time to breathe. Jeremy Tucker: Yeah, but Zoey is fighting her way back up on her feet. Andrew Fulton: These two women really want to win the two million dollars. Jeremy Tucker: Well the fans seem to be cheering for Sinclair here tonight showing that the stink of Frostbite and Boothe after what he did has now attached itself to Zoey. Andrew Fulton: Sinclair doesn’t care for their cheers nor does she covet them. Zoey seems to be taking control of this match. Jeremy Tucker: Better believe it she's been firing Elbow strikes after Elbow strike and delivering some major Knee strikes as well. Andrew Fulton: Sinclair, can barely stand up, after that barrage of strikes. Jeremy Tucker: DAMN, Zoey just nailed her version of Crossroads, and she appears to be setting Sinclair up for a Flatliner. Andrew Fulton: Jerry just listen to this crowd, they are really giving it to Zoey. Andrew Fulton: Sinclair is trying to get back to her feet but Zoey is relentless. Jeremy Tucker: Zoey is now walking around the ring smacking herself in the face. Andrew Fulton: The fans know what that means it's time to end the match and Zoey isn't wasting any time. Jeremy Tucker: "Daddy's little girl" (A running backward reverse piledriver) "Daddy's little girl", "Daddy's little girl" Andrew Fulton: Zoey hooks the legs. One… … … Two… … … Andrew Fulton: OH MY GOD! She kicked out, this match is still going. Jeremy Tucker: Might not be for long, Zoey is setting her up for one of her signature finishers. Andrew Fulton: "RINGS OF SATURN", "RINGS OF SATURN" Jeremy Tucker: It may be over Sinclair is fading fast. No, Sinclair counties the hold rolling Zoey over onto her own back. One …….
Two ………
Godfrey with both feet on the rope to hold Zoey down.
THREE!!!!! [Referee Mike Donovan rings the bell ending the match.] Andrew Fulton: And it's over just like that, but both women put on one hell of a show. Jeremy Tucker: Zoey looked good but Sinclair was too wily and got the counter and a great quick early win. Andrew Fulton : Thats a great bonus for her going in relatively fresh still into the second round, especially after that war Blaze just had with Lindsey. Frank Salazar: Your winner by pinfall..... SINCLAIR GODFREY!!!! |
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Post by BlazeFNfreya on Feb 14, 2022 22:58:16 GMT -5
-We fade into the General Manager’s office behind a six foot tall dark haired man, he seems to be in the middle of a conversation with The Blackpool Bombshell and we seem to be interrupting-
“Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy to be in the semi’s regardless but I REALLY wanted to send a message to Frostbite through his protege.”
-The man with dark hair goes to speak but is cut off by Le Boss who is very passionate after her big victory in The No Man’s Land 2022 Tournament-
“I suppose I’ll have to settle for this, then… -Turns toward us- Hello, Frosty. -Waves politely- Contrary to popular belief, I actually enjoy your presence quite a bit. I honestly do, n’ if it were me running this global success of a company that you intentionally shat on when you destroyed the WORLD Championship, I’d make sure you never competed for another title again. However, even if I did have one-hundred percent say-so, I wouldn’t get rid of you. No… instead I would keep you around so you could watch as everyone else on the roster breaks any and every record you ever set, I would keep you around to see every Champion crowned so you could wish it was you but it never would be. That’s IF I owned this place. As general manager, all I can do is encourage everyone, apparently. That was the job title about a few weeks after the oldheads got jealous of my popularity. At first, I was under the impression I could just fire Frostbite if I wanted to, but no- I have to jump through hoops just like everyone else therefore Richard Drake, the name in which should not be spoken, was even more full of shit for acting like I was abusing my power for joining the World Heavyweight Title Tournament. I get signed up for all this shit JUST LIKE YOU DO, FUCKERS!!!”
-She shouts that last part directly at our camera which moves around to get a good glimpse of her and possibly a new addition to the SWAT roster, under Freya, of course-
“In reality I’m a glorified assistant to whoever the fuck IS in charge of SWAT. So, from here on out you will all treat me as such! After I win the 2022 No Man’s Land Tournament with EASE! I will go onto buy my first ever fuckin’ gym, I’ll train the next generation of Syndicate athletes n’ I will takeover by FORCE if necessary. It doesn’t matter if it’s Sinclair Godfrey or literally a Goddess in her human form, I will win this tournament not because I need the money, but because I could use it. I’m not gonna waste anything I get from the board of dumbfucks, they rarely give me anything as is. The next time, if there ever is a next time that I get a World Championship Match, I’ll win that, too! I’m tired of waiting for my year, month, week or day, it’s my fuckin’ time right now! If anyone disagrees you can come to my office so I can slap the taste into your mouth. This tournament is mine, whatever title I’m in line for next is mine, n’ soon this whole damn company will be mine whether Paul Soutter likes it or not!!!”
-Blaze stands up and walks around her desk, carelessly knocking over a cup of pens as she places an arm over the shoulder of the tall man-
”But after I finish off what remains of The KGB, win The No Man’s Land Tournament and go onto purchase my first fuckin’ gym, you’ll be my first fuckin’ trainee. -Guides him toward the door- N’ that’s all I got to say about that, thanks for stopping by, Jack. I look forward to your next visit.”
-The man named Jack just nods in agreement and turns around to face the beautiful general manager of SWAT once more before going on about his night-
”My pleasure, I have a good feeling about our plan. Slán.”
-He says with a heavy Irish accent, only to get a door slammed in his face by most likely the rudest member of the roster. Could this be her protege? What plan was he speaking of? WHO WILL WIN THE NO MAN’S LAND TOURNAMENT!? Stay tuned to find out, ONLY on Fite Network!-
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Post by frostbite52 on Feb 15, 2022 18:30:27 GMT -5
Standing outside the arena and yes once again right in front of the blue and gray RV, where we see Chuck once again with his arms folded as he continues to look around and possible be on the lookout for SWAT talent but might try and seek some type of revenge, on Cannon for burning the title, but enough of that. Our cameras try to stay away from Chuck simply because of the immediate presence, and well yes it his quite a big size, as he looks to the right and left. Suddenly the door swings open to the RV, as we see Mister Boothe steps out first. It appears Mister Boothe has changed out of his first suit and change out of it. He is wearing a black suit with a white dress shirt, and by they the way that suit looks it is probably more than we all might make in a year. He has on brown shoes, he looks back as Chuck turns his head and nods at Mister Boothe.
Mister Boothe: Chuck says the coast is clear.
We see the top of someone's head, a blonde head is actually poking out, they step out onto the steps ad they look around taking in that New York air. They close there eyes as they are listen off in the distance to that famous New York traffic as you can hear the honking of several car or truck horns, as a smile comes across there lips. We see this person is wearing a black cap and they are wearing it backwards. They have on a blue tee shirt with long black tights and blue and black boots.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Out steps Cannon, as he finishes the walk down the steps, he looks at Mister Boothe.
Mister Boothe: I am so sorry for Zoey lost her match. I feel it is my fault.
Cannon shakes his head.
Cannon: Nonsense my good man. It was her first match as a matter of fact she looked really good in that ring. She was beating her ass and the young lady got lucky and won the match. We all can not win first match. Zoey will learn from her mistakes and get better, and with your guidance and Doomsday teachings the sky is the limit.
Mister Boothe: What about the other matter at hand.
Cannon: It is going to take sometime and I thought it would, but deep down they will come around to our thinking.
Mister Boothe: if they do not.
Cannon: As they say if you are not part of the solution, then you become part of the problem or however they say it. But I really believe at the end off the day, I believe they will join us.
Mister Boothe and Cannon walk toward the building, Chuck is right behind them making sure that nobody gets them from behind.
Mister Boothe: Doomsday and Lucifer are already inside.
Cannon: Excellent..
Mister Boothe: What about Bruno. I thought you talk to him as well.
Cannon: I have sent him a text. Bruno knows that he always has a job with me and I would pay him and treat me way better than Soutter ever would.
The two continue to walk toward the building as Cannon stops for just a second.
Mister Boothe: What is wrong?
Cannon points as he suddenly spots Katie Moss coming towards them. Katie wearing a white blouse with a black mini skirt and black high heel shoes. Cannon looks up as he just can not believe this at all.
Katie: Cannon, can I please get a word with you?
Mister Boothe steps in the middle of Katie and Cannon.
Mister Boothe: The champ does not need to speak to you or these idiots in that building. He has a rumble that he is going to win tonight.
Katie: Look, it is my job to talk to the wrestlers.
Mister Boothe: And you do a crapping job of it. Now if you will excuse us, we have a rumble to win.
As the three are about to walk away.
Katie: So Cannon do you believe you can win this tonight because starting number one,it is a long shot go pull it off.
The three stop in there tracks once again.
Katie: What about the comments from our general manager?
Cannon strokes his chin.
Mister Boothe: You do not have to answer these questions at all.
Cannon pats Mister Boothe on his right shoulder.
Cannon: You are right, I do not, but why in the hell not
He chuckles a little.
Cannon: We heard Blaze comments about that she is not abusing her powers. Let me ponder that thought for a second if I can.
He does pause.
Cannon: So I am guessing disrespecting your world champion a match that I must mind everybody I should not be involved in because I am the champ, you decided to make him the number one entrant into the rumble.
He shakes his head,
Cannon: That is not abuse of power at all. However Ms Freya is going to understand really soon, what Soutter found out the hard way never underestimate what I am capable of. You see I have a feeling in the very near future is starting to become another Soutter already and had not been on the job that long and already screwing up. Blaze I can see at some point you just might have to step into the ring with Cannon and when that day comes.
He drops his head, as she slowly picks it up with an intense look in his blue eyes.
Cannon: And that will be the end of not only your management career but your wrestler career as well. You can take it anyway you see fit, but you better get your act together because we both know that I am the damn straw that stirs the drink. You can lie your ass off and tell the world that you can do without me, but for the last year in this company people tune in to see Cannon plan and simple. Go check the ratings because nobody will ever cone to see you.
He looks at Mister Boothe and then back into the camera.
Cannon: You red headed bitch. And you can fine my ass all you want after I called you such but we both know Mister Boothe will cover it, but nobody can cover up the crappy job you are already doing.
Cannon snaps his fingers.
Cannon: By the way, you better get your refs in check and they better be able to call the match right down the middle because if they do not, I will take matters into my own hands and beat ever ref within an inch of their pathetic lives. If you do not think I will do it, then try me and see what will happen. But remember you have already you do not want to fire your best wrestler, right. I bet that makes your refs feel relieve to hear this, right? Then again, it would not look goid to fire the world champion right.
Katie: But..
Mister Boothe steps in.
Mister Boothe: This man is your World Champion and not Eddie D. We do not care what the management or these idiots believe. This man has never been pinned and thus is your champion. It is disrespectful to this man to have someone else around here call himself champion, when this man.
He points to Cannon.
Mister Boothe: Is the Champion.
He looks at Cannon.
Mister Boothe: I am sorry, I had to step in and say something.
Cannon: Quite alright. I could not have said it any better myself.
Katie: I am sure that will not go over to well with the boss.
Cannon: And you really believe I care what Blaze or the board of assholes think. I am the World Champion, treat me like the best damn wrestler in that locker room. It is so sad, that we really have only two champions defending there belts tonight. The CWA World title is on the line and the woman's title because certainly not the SWAT World title because Eddie is not the champion. I told you when I take over things are going to change. You see I am a man about giving people chances. I will give anybody a shot at my title since I am the World champion.
Mister Boothe looks at Cannon with a odd look on his face.
Cannon: Relax, my good friend. I know what I am doing. So if you want to see where you really stand around here then you need to get into the ring with the best in the world.
He shakes his head.
Cannon: I do not want anybody to take me to count over some type of trademark on that catch phrase either.
He winks.
Mister Boothe looks at Katie.
Mister Boothe: Are we finish with this interview.
Katie: I got to ask one more question.
Mister Boothe: The rumble itself.
Katie: Well yes.
Cannon is about to say something but Mister Boothe puts his hand as to say I got this.
Mister Boothe: Katie we have already stated that this man should not be involved in this match for the simple fact that he is the champion. This rumble is for individuals that are trying to earn that right to face the champion. When my client goes out there and beats out 29 other individuals that what is he suppose to do fight himself. Do not mention Eddie D in this man presence that false champion because he is standing right before you. He is the best in the business and SWAT knows that and should build a statue outside of SWAT headquarters in this man's honor because he is the best thing to ever hit a SWAT ring ever.
Cannon: Certainly a great speech there, I could not top that if I tried.
As the two are about to head into the arena, Chuck begins to walk about to the RV.
Cannon: Katie, I am going out here tonight and once again prove that I am the best there is, the best there was, the best that will ever be.
He laughs.
Cannon: Sorry another trademark that I have stolen, I am sure my lawyer will get a call in the morning about that. But Katie, it is time that this company show me the respect that I certainly deserve. I am the champion and I guess it will appear like a title defense to me. I will defend my title against 29 others and I will be the one to survive. That would be a nice way to stick it to the management. It does not matter if you are someone that had been in that locker room for years or maybe you are a returning star who remind the world that I have some big balls, or a rookie or an outsider from another company that wants to try and make a name for themselves or maybe a close friend. Tonight, when I go out into that ring and prove once again that I am the best period and your true World Champion.
He looks at Mister Boothe
Cannon: I believe we have a rumble to win.
The two head inside as the scene fades out.
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Post by Donzig on Feb 16, 2022 19:37:40 GMT -5
'All of these people, all of these fucking people, they have forgotten you. Have forgotten what you did for them, have forgotten what you did for this place, what you meant to all of us. But I haven't, I haven't.' growled Donzig's voice from the darkness, and you could see him kneeling nearby. He lit two candles, creating a small pool of light around him. And you could see his mask was leaning before him amidst the pipes and cement of the basement room, and he continued.
'So tonight when I walk into this Rumble, when I walk into that den of thieves, that nest of liars, and all of the fucking vipers and rats come for me? I will crush them in your name, I will destroy them one by one by one for us! For what we were, for what we are! Because I won't let them disgrace your memory, I won't let them bring shame to your creation! No, no, no.'
A pause, and Donzig was silent for a minute before he reached down to scoop up the mask. He slowly pulled it across his face, and the camera showed the Oblivion Death Squad kneeling nearby as well. Their faces hidden behind their masks, and Donzig waved a hand as he continued.
'All of them, all of them! They profited from what they did to you! For throwing insults at you, from betraying you, from using you! Well, tonight that all ends! Tonight I punish them all for what they did to you! Starting with the Don, starting with Frostbite, and it ends with Eddie D! Oh, they will all suffer at my hands, and I will do it for you!'
Donzig shifted back, and sitting there before him propped up on the rusted pipes was a framed picture of the Founder, Paul Soutter. Donzig stared at the picture, and he lifted a hand to drag across the mouth of his mask. A shrug, and he tilted his head.
'You see tonight, everyone in this rumble? They are fighting for themselves! For their own glory, for their own fucking pride, to get the gold! To get paid! But I? Donzig-gun and I? We are fighting for something else, we are fighting for the memory of the Founder! We are fighting in the name of Paul Soutter! Because Paul Soutter believed in us, Paul Soutter never doubted the power of Oblivion! And as these fucking people, all of them, these parasites that infect SWAT made him weak!'
Donzig's hands curled into fists, and he glared at the picture from behind his mask.
'You see I may have had to put down the Founder, I may have had to send the Mad Dog packing! But it was all of these people, the fucking Frostbites, the Blazes, and the fans sitting around in the cheap seats with their beer and hot dogs! It was all of their faults that it had to happen! It was their fault that Soutter become weak, that he become a disgrace in his own company! It is their fault that the Bandits fell apart!'
Donzig lifted his head, staring at the picture sitting between it's candles. A hiss escaping him, and he shook his head.
'But tonight? I am going to avenge Paul Soutter, I am going to make SWAT, I am going to make all these people that he fucking created? Pay. I am going to walk down there and I am going to decimate this roster, I am going to beat and brutalize every single one of the fuckers that I can get my hands on! I will maul them, I will take my pound of flesh from them! And as I throw them out of my ring, one by one by one! I will whisper the name of the Founder, so they know why I am doing it! And then? I will get my hands on that fucking piece of shit who calls himself our champion! I am talking to you, Eddie!'
Donzig slid to his feet, and he started to pace back and forth. The picture of Soutter still behind him, and the Death Squad watched as he lifted a hand to point.
'Oh, I know you weren't there when the KGB fell apart! I know you were long gone when I had to put Soutter down! But you were the beginning of the end, Eddie. You were the first fucking cancer! You see time after time, failure after failure, disgrace after disgrace the Founder kept picking you up and dusting you off! He gave you chance after chance to win that belt, and then everytime he turned around? There you were, simping after Blaze, chasing your whore, hanging out with celebrities instead of taking care of business! Instead of taking care of KGB business, you were only worried about yourself! You turned your back on him long before you were thrown out Eddie! You just didn't have the balls to leave like a man!'
A pause, and he shook his head.
'Even now, you hold that belt because that fucking bitch kept me out of that tournament! Even now, Soutter is gone because you weren't good enough to stop Frostbite from taking that title in the first place! Well, I am coming for you Eddie. No one escapes the touch of Oblivion, no one escapes the hand of Death, not even you! So when i am standing over the broken forms of 27 other men? Know that I am coming for you! That Blaze can't save you, that the Founder can't give you another chance! And I will drag your broken form to every corner of that ring so the rabble! The so called SWAT fans know that I am their king now, and their fucking precious hero is dead at my feet!'
Donzig paused, his eyes on the picture once more before he looked back to the Death Squad. He motioned angrily towards the door, snarling.
'Mormo. Moloch. Sinclair has a job for you, make sure you do not fail! And then you will join me in the Rumble, tonight? Donzig-gun will rise!'
The pair rose to their feet at once, bowing slightly before pressing their hands to their chests. They stalked from the room under his baleful gaze, and then he turned once more as the door banged shut. And he took a deep breath, then spoke once more in a cold whisper.
'Frostbite, whatever you are calling yourself now, your name is Frostbite. You think you can escape me? That you can escape Death in High Places? Oh no.' Donzig wringed his hands together, twisting and wiping at them heedless of the tape wrapped around them as he snarled. 'No, no, no. You see if I have blood on my hands? You put it there! Above all others, your betrayal was the worst. It was your betrayal that made me destroy my only friend, the only person not in Donzig-gun that I trusted! You destroyed the Bandits, not me! You made me destroy Paul Soutter! Well? Your time is up, because today is judgment day! You see my friend, above anyone else in this tournament? You're the one I want.'
Donzig stared, and he leaned closer to the camera as a hand lifted to drag across the mask. His hand waved, and he hissed.
'You? Eddie? Canelli? You were all KGB, you all know exactly what I am capable of. You all know what I will do, what I am going to do to all of you. You see I was the hand that struck down the Founder, but the three of you? You dug his grave, and I will never forgive any of you for it. But I want you to last Frostbite, I want you to do whatever you have to do! Hide behind Boothe, beg for time, whatever you have to do! Because I don't know when I am coming? But--'
A finger lifted.
'I want you there when I do. Because, I promise you, I promise you! If I have to hunt you down? It won't be pretty. Because tonight you pay for what you did to me! You pay for what you did to him!' He pointed at the picture of the smirking Soutter, and he snarled as he slammed a fist against his chest.
'YOU PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID TO US! AND GOD HELP ANYONE, ANY FUCKING HERO OR WANT TO BE BADASS IN SWAT WHO GETS BETWEEN US!'
Donzig paused, and he took a deep breath as he drew back from the camera. And he slowly turned back to the picture, a roll of his shoulders before he spat from behind the mask.
'See you soon.'
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Post by The Hellhounds on Feb 19, 2022 20:37:09 GMT -5
You are watching The Blessed Be Network, next up is Comfort From the Storm, with The Reverend Cornelius Marsh.
(The familiar whimsical organ music plays as the camera fades to Reverend Cornelius Marsh seated at a talk show desk with the J-Rok Trios Championships. Next to him is the pink haired middle aged woman petting her white pekingese dog, Chloe. Marsh has his hair slicked back and a honey sweet Southern voice)
Reverend Cornelius Marsh: Hello brothers and sisters, and welcome to Comfort from the Storm. I am the resplendent and propitious Reverend Cornelius Marsh.
Nancy: (waves with both hands) Hey ya'll. I'm Nancy! Why they so many Rumbles right now, Rev?
Reverend Cornelius Marsh: They cannot help themselves, Nancy. Every booker in the planet right now is trying to book surprise guests, rush people back too early from rehab and have their April PPV earmarked for the winner. But The Hellhounds have no use for battle royals. Throwing someone over the top rope is an opening hold for Cerberus and Psycho. But It is hard to convince them not to follow their wounded victim outside and continue his judgement.
Nancy: You mean they too dumb to win?
Reverend Cornelius Marsh: Short answer yes with a but, long answer no with a however. You do not use a chainsaw to slice a cake, and you cannot ask The Hellhounds to stop at throwing anyone over the ropes. I've shown them power points, I've reenacted scenarios with action figures, and I've ever come up with fun rhymes to remember. "Sure I'd like to rip his hair out patch by patch, but I have to win this match."
Nancy: (unconvincing) fun...
Reverend Cornelius Marsh: But the people want to be entertained, and The Hellhounds don't want to disappoint their Hell Puppies...
Nancy: Rev...
Reverend Cornelius Marsh: I know, as soon as I heard it, I knew it was bad, but nonetheless The Hellhounds will be in the Rumble to exact as much bloodshed as a battle royal will allow, which is not alot.
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Post by SWAT eFed on Feb 20, 2022 2:45:01 GMT -5
Frank Salazar: The following match is for the Amazons Championship, the challenger entering the ring at this time, she is Olympia! [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 ramp way 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 ramp way. 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 honouring 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 tassels. 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.] Tucker: This one is going to be a banger, there is a lot of bad blood between Olympia and the Champion! Fulton: Joanne Canelli is not afraid of Olympia, Jerry. [The house lights go down, as a spotlight goes over the crowd. As the spotlight comes to a stop at the back of the entrance way, as Courtesy Call by Thousand Foot Krutch begins to play. A picture of the Italian Flag appears on the screen with the letters F.B.I over the flag, with the words "FULL BLOODED ITALIAN" is written underneath. It soon changes to scenes of mob hits, newspaper clippings from just recent to the late 1900's, but soon changes once again, to shots of the Mafioso, sitting in a large office, and in limos, and in arena's from times since past. The spotlight focuses on four figures figures standing at the back of the ramp. This is Joanne and her bodyguards. They make their way down the ramp with Joanne in the middle with Reno and Rude on either side, and Scarpaci following behind, , talking among themselves ignoring the crowd around them. When they reach the ring, Reno holds open the ropes for her, as she slips inside, only to follow behind and stand in the middle of the ring, around her. She removes her jacket, and hands it to one of the guys, before they head out of the ring.] Frank Salazar : The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall. Introducing first. Hailing from The Jersey Shore, New Jersey. Coming in at 5’11 & 135lbs … she is the reigning Amazons Champion! The Don! JOANNE CANELLI!!!!Tucker: The Champ looks ready for a fight! Fulton: Joanne Canelli is always ready for a fight, Olympia is going to get her clock cleaned here tonight! [Joanne holds up the belt, glaring at Olympia before she shoves the title at the referee. She talks trash, and Olympia just nods and smirks. When suddenly, the lights go down with a burst of pyro before coming back an angry red.]
Tucker: Can we go two minutes on his show without Donzig-gun causing chaos?
Fulton: That was Jerry, I want that clear!
[Sinclair stares at the ring, smirking at the pair who glare back at her. Then her and the silent forms of Mormo and Moloch walk around the ring. Sinclair waving at them absently even as Olympia leans over the ropes to yell at her. Sinclair smirks, and pauses at the announce table before claiming a headset as she sits down. The Death Squad standing beside her, and she smiles.]
Sinclair: Boys, boys, boys. How is it going? I am out here to watch after my interests.
Tucker: Oh? I figured you were just out here to cause trouble.
[Mormo growls something, and draws a laugh from Moloch.]
Tucker: What was that about?
Sinclair: Oh, I wouldn’t worry about it.
[Meanwhile, Canelli has had enough and walks across the ring to yell at Sinclair. Shouting at her from inside the ring, and leaning across the ropes. Olympia stalks over, grabbing her arm to spin her around. Canelli draws back a hand to deliver a slap, but Olympia grabs her wrist to toss her over her shoulder with a judo throw. The fans cheer, and Canelli comes up furious to be caught with an arm drag!]
Sinclair: Canelli should really pay attention to Olympia, unlike some people I don’t need to bury my opponents on commentary. And Olympia is as good as she says she is.
Fulton: Ah, so you think Olympia could win this?
Sinclair: Oh, Fulton.
[Canelli is back on her feet, snarling at the ref as she narrows her eyes on Olympia who shrugs at her. The ref calls for the bell, and the Jersey Devil Diva charges across the ring for a spear! But Olympia grabs for her, and lifts her high for a brutal looking powerbomb!]
Tucker: Pop up powerbomb from the challenger!
Sinclair: Olympia is the master of counter-wrestling, Tucker. Canelli had better get on her toes.
Fulton: Olympia stacking her high for a quick pin!
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Canelli kicks out!
Tucker: Canelli looking annoyed!
Fulton: It was almost over right there!
[The Champion is on her feet, shaking her head before Olympia comes back in. The two lock up, pushing back and forth before Canelli gets Olympia into the corner. The fans boo, and the referee calls for a break. Canelli draws back, and starts delivering hard chops to Olympia before she drags her out to whip her at the far corner. Olympia reverses, and Canelli crashes into the turnbuckle! Olympia charges in after her, but Canelli moves low to drop her across the ropes. Olympia lands on the apron, and the fans cheer as Canelli grabs for her head to slam it into the ringpost!]
Fulton: Canelli bringing the fight to Oympia!
Sinclair: Canelli has to keep this a brawl, or it will play to Olympia’s strengths.
Tucker: What?
Fulton: It is nice to have someone with expertise out here!
[Olympia falls to the outside, her head bleeding as she leans against the mat. And the fans boo as Canelli runs back across the ring, before hitting a sliding dropkick that sends Olympia crashing into the barricade! The fans boo, and Canelli waves them aside as she walks over to grab Olympia’s bloody hair before she swings her around hard into the barricade!]
Tucker: Oh my god! Olympia is in trouble!
Fulton: Did you see the way she swung Olympia like that!
Sinclair: Boys, no one ever said Canelli wasn’t strong. I just said she was a real Catch You Next Tuesday.
[Olympia is on her hands and knees, blood dripping from her face as she tries to get back to her feet.]
Sinclair: Canelli rolling to the inside to break the count, smart move from the champ.
Tucker: Is it? She could claim the champion advantage!
Sinclair: Canelli wants a win, Tucker. Get it together.
[Canelli glares at Sinclair, yelling something as she drags Olympia to her feet before she throws her at the mat. Olympia bounces against the ring, holding at her back as staggers forward before Canelli scoops her up across her shoulder.]
Fulton: Oh no! The Jersey Devil Diva with evil on her mind!
[Canelli runs at the ringpost, clearly trying to drive Olympia into the steel! But Olympia slides off her back, and shoves Canelli into the post instead! The fans cheer, and Canelli staggers back before Olympia grabs her to hit a huge Olympic Slam across the hard edge of the apron! Canelli falls in a heap, kicking and failing before Olympia breaks the count this time! The ref calls for them to get back in the ring. Olympia glares at Sinclair, dragging Canelli up to throw back into the ring.]
Tucker: If Olympia wins this match, she needs to do it in the ring! Smart move from the challenger!
Fulton: These women are fighting a war at No Man’s Land!
[Olympia slides into the ring, grabbing Canelli as she pushes herself upwards to hit a release German Suplex that sends Canelli sprawling in the center of the ring! Olympia pushes her bloodied hair back from her face before stomping a boot on her back.]
Sinclair: Olympia getting for a submission!
Fulton: Texas Cloverleaf!
[Canelli flails for the ropes, dragging herself across the mat as Olympia yanks back on the hold. Applying pressure to Canelli’s knee and back, tightening the hold as Canelli yells at the ref as she claws for the ropes.]
Tucker: Canelli not giving up!
Fulton: New Champ tonight! I can feel it!
[Canelli’s hand hovers over the mat, but she gives a final lunge to grab the bottom rope! The fans boo, and Olympia holds it until the four. Shaking her head at the ref before she goes back in for the now limping Canelli.]
Sinclair: Canelli is in trouble, her strength is one of her main advantages! That vertical base has been compromised.
Tucker: Ah, I didn’t know you were quite scientific.
Sinclair: What you don’t know about the Children of the Fall could fill a volume.
Fulton: Easy, easy!
[Olympia grabs Canelli, but the Champion fires back with a huge head butt! Olympia staggers, and Canelli grabs her to lick at the blood on her face. That seems to bring a look of fury across the Champion’s face and she chops Olympia across the throat! Olympia doubles over, and Canelli hits ‘Roll the Dice’!]
Fulton: Roll the Dice! Roll the Dice! It’s over!
Tucker: Dirt off your shoulders! Canelli smirks, and wipes a bloodied hand across her mouth before she drops for the cover!
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Sinclair: Olympia’s foot is on the ropes! The ref breaks the pin!
[The fans explode, and Canelli looks stunned as she starts to argue with the ref. The ref holds his ground, shaking his head as he holds up two fingers. Canelli is in his face, screaming as she stares at him in a fury!]
Sinclair: Canelli should get her temper in check! Olympia is back up! Olympia wastes no time, grabbing Canelli as she is still berating the ref to hit another Olympic Slam! The places explodes, and Olympia strains to hold the pin!
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Tucker: KICKOUT FROM THE CHAMP!
Fulton: Olympia can’t believe it!
[Olympia shakes her head, staring at her hands before she pushes herself back to her feet. But Canelli is up to, and as Olympia turns around she is caught with a knee t the face! Olympia drops to the mat, on her hands and knees as Canelli sneers at Sinclair. Then she backs up, and charges forward for the ‘MOB HIT’!]
Tucker: Olympia is down, this is over!
Fulton: Canelli isn’t even going for the cover, and the referee is checking on Olympia.
Sinclair: Hmph.
[The ref is indeed checking on Olympia, trying to see if the flailing and bleeding challenger was done. But Olympia pushes him back, shaking her head as she sits up slowly before forcing her way to her knees. Canelli reaches into her pants, producing the brass knuckles as the ref isn’t looking! And when he draws back from the dazed and stumbling Olympia, Canelli charges in fairly shoving the ref aside to slam the brass knuckles into Olympia’s face.]
Fulton: Power of the punch! Power of the Punch! It’s over!
Tucker: Not like this! Not like this! Canelli smirks, and hides the knucks as she makes the cover.
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[/center]And the referee is ripped from the ring! The fans explode on confusion, as Canelli rises to see the ref sprawled at the feet of Sinclair Godfrey. The Baroness smirks at her, a hand wiping across her mouth as she laughs at the Jersey Devil Diva. Tucker: Canelli is furious! Fulton: She is not taking this lightly! [Canelli slides from the ring, pointing angrily at Sinclair before she stalks forward. But Sinclair steps back a step, before her head snaps forward to unleash the Black Mist! Canelli jerks her head back, shrieking as she wipes at her eyes before swinging wildly. Then she is caught up by the Oblivion Death Squad, who send her crashing to the floor with the Reality Falls! Sinclair laughs, and jerks a finger at the ring. Mormo flings Canelli inside, and then Sinclair slaps the ref awake to throw him inside.] Fulton: What is happening! Tucker: Donzig-gun has robbed Canelli! Fulton: WHO CHEATED? [Olympia who looks worse for wear, looks around before she crawls over to drape an arm across Canelli seemingly on instinct!] Tucker: Olympia with a cover! I don’t think she knows what happened! Fulton: I don’t think she knows where she is! [center[1… 2…. ….. …..THREE! THREE! THREE![/div] Tucker: NEW CHAMP! NEW CHAMP! Fulton: OLYMPIA HAS DONE IT! [Sinclair grabs the Amazons title from the timekeeper, rolling into the ring with it before she drops it on the mat. Her eyes blaze with fury before she grabs Canelli’s arms, twisting her around before she stomps her head down on the title with the Witch’s Hammer! The fans give a mixed pop, and then she grabs the belt to fairly toss it at Olympia. The bloodied and battered new champ stares at her and the belt, then her eyes widen as she sees the black smeared across Canelli’s face. Her eyes narrow, and she frowns as Sinclair looks down at her.] Tucker: I think Olympia just put it all together and she doesn’t look at all happy! Fulton: She will be happy when she is done being concussed! [Sinclair shrugs, and leans downward before mouthing to Olympia.] ‘See you soon.’ [/div][/a][/b]
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Post by Jesse Jamester on Feb 20, 2022 6:37:49 GMT -5
No Man’s Land returns from commercial break as we see the tron at the AMAZON arena light up with a black and white static display. From the top of the screen we see a lizard head pop into frame. The creature walks slowly over the static background before the static and the lizard begin to spiral and mix together, transitioning to a black screen. A flicker and the camera shows the NPW North American Double Crown championship title up close and personal. Zooming out, the fans show a mixed reaction for the Canadian Nightmare, Jesse Jamester as he cracks his neck.
Dawning his traditional black and green dragon scaley mask that earned him nicknames such as Murder Lizard. His dark brown hair flowing down to the shoulders in a wet messy look, Jamester sported a new look to his No Man Land Rumble attire, showing red outlining the trim all over his gear opposed to the normal white.
Only a year ago Jesse Jamester had competed for his first time in the company at the SWAT Rumble. While he would find himself on the losing end, a lot had changed in a year. Draping the coveted Canadian promotions most prominent championship belt on his shoulder, was the most obvious change.
Jesse Jamester: Welcome to the Nightmare NEW YORK!
The Amazon arena crowd pops to their city being recognized by the NPW talent! Not long after, the ‘Booos’ followed from the SWAT loyalist, showing their fandom was as all wrestling fans were, passionate about their favorite promotion. The mixed bag of response was not out of the ordinary for the polarizing person standing somewhere in the building backstage. His whole career he had chosen to do things his way, whether the decisions he made were popular with fans or not, never seemed to be part of the equation. A rollercoaster of a career ups and downs with periods of popularity and pure hate from the wrestling fans; but tonight it was due to him being the outsider and a direct representative of the rival promotion, Northern Pro Wrestling.
Jesse Jamester: I bet everyone at home and many of you here tonight are asking the same question.
Pausing, Jesse raises his hand to his chin, rubbing the end of it as he looks up in a thought processing look as he continues.
Jesse Jamester: Why is the N-P-Dubya champion here tonight? Why did Jesse Jamester decide to come back to SWAT and enter the No Man Land’s Rumble in twenty-twenty-two?
His hand drops slowly out of frame as the camera zooms in on his upper torso, the championship gold still visible on his shoulder as his face is focused in on.
Jesse Jamester: Timeless? Donzig? Osland? Eddie D? Frost-uh-wait didn’t he name change to something-uuuh Fangwolfpuck maybe eh?
Pointing to the camera man Jesse appears to direct the question to him, to which he nods no and Jesse shrugs.
Jesse Jamester: Regardless, I’m not here for one person. I’m not here to make someone pay… (pauses) I will if I get the chance, but it’s not my motivation. No, you see, I know what I need to do to make my stake for the CWA World Heavyweight Championship, and tonight I came to scout Chris Card as he makes his defense against Ayren Angel.
Nodding, Jesse reaches out of frame and grabs a large red and white striped popcorn plastic container that has been wrapped in barbed wire. Known for his history of violence and his affinity for the chrome barbs of hell that pierced many of his foes flesh, Jesse grabs a few popcorns and throws one up, catching it in his mouth as he leans his head back.
Jesse Jamester: You may be thinking, then why not buy a ticket Jesse? Why enter the rumble? Hell, my history in Rumbles these past two years should tell me not to right? But I got to thinkin’ – What better way to earn a shot at the CWA World championship, than to go win the SWAT World Heavyweight championship first and then with two companies most prestigious belts. How could the CWA World Champion say no to my request for a title shot then?
Nodding his head at an angle, Jesse sets the popcorn down out of frame again, Jesse taps the North American Double Crown title belt with his fingers and brings his focus back to the camera - talking to the crowd and the fans watching.
Jesse Jamester: SWAT members should take notice tonight. Their chances of finding glory are not a dream that will come true this evening. I’m not in this for anything less than victory tonight. I don’t have any reason other than getting my shot at the SWAT champion Eddie D, who yeah, I expect very much to retain his championship in spectacular fashion. Eddie, I see you doing your thing, and I'm looking forward to locking horns with you soon enough.
Motioning to the camera man, Jesse begins to walk left, grabbing the barbed wire wrapped popcorn container as he heads through a set of doors and looks out at the fans from what looks like a suite box. Not much unlike the one he broke into at the first SWAT Rumble he appeared at. Unlike the first time, the room was his tonight, as it announces over the wifi in an Alexa voice type way “Hello Jesse, welcome to your SWAT suite.” The high class technical advancements had really put the perfect touch on the comfort that money could buy. Not alone however, Jesse nods to a man not known to SWAT, the seven-foot walking texas chainsaw lookin’ menace of a man, Clyde. The behemoth was sitting on a couch taking up two-thirds of it with his mass and wrapping a chair in barbed wire, while a stack of weapons sat next to him already done.
Jesse Jamester: What was it that Timeless was chirping on and on about eh? Oh yea, he was saying he made it his mission tonight to take me out and in the process take everything I have. Yea, I’m not sure Timeless knows what’s good for him or his career by doing that. Turner, if I had a toonie for every time someone threatened me, I would be Bezos rich by now. I can’t wait to throw Turner head first like a javelin over the barricade and straight down at the feet of the fans here in the Amazon arena. (makes a javelin throwing gesture, whistling as he does) That's right fans, tonight you get to meet Timeless up close and personal, that will be my gift for you, a souvenir for coming tonight. Remember, he may look like a man, but he's grade-A, USDA approved, certified - bitch.
A sarcastic shake of his head as he sets the North American Double Crown championship on an island kitchen counter that connects to a sink and has four bar stools on one side. The room was quite large, and the front suite window had a grand view of the arena, with the ring sitting perfectly square with it. On each side of the room hung two massive televisions with the pay-per-view on, and we can see Jesse’s face in an inception moment as he stands in between them and the camera comes around him.
Jesse Jamester: The numbers are not in my favor and they never are. I have fought with my back against the wall my whole career, an underdog by nature; and I find a way. What makes me dangerous though, is I’m the guy nobody was ready for. While men like Donzig and Timeless have squared off with me at one time or another, I am the anomaly of the Rumble. When I was asked if I wanted my name announced, I said go for it – Warn them. Warn them that the Nightmare is coming. From Vegas to Canada and now New York, whether I’m in a Northern Pro ring or a SWAT one, I’m ready to rewrite the history of wrestling one championship belt at a time!
Sitting on the stool, Jesse turns and looks over at Clyde who is now inspecting a chair he finished wrapping barbed wire around. Quality control; a true craftsman he was.
Jesse Jamester: One last person I need to address. (clears throat) Donzig. I have not forgotten about you and Las Vegas, oooooh yea, the Scourge gave me the stunner after I retained my championship. I have something special planned for the Scourge. It doesn’t matter where you hide or who you coerce to help you, I will find you tonight and make the score even. That’s a Canadian promise, and we don’t go back on our word. Stay tuned, the show is just getting started!
With that the camera man slowly backs out of the suite, capturing Jesse Jamester grabbing a Singapore cane from the unfinished pile of weapons to Clyde’s right. The doors of the suite shut and the show transitions to a commercial break.
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Post by theshootfighter1963 on Feb 20, 2022 19:39:43 GMT -5
(Olympia is in the infirmary getting medical attention with Dragonatrix watching her. Olympia should be celebrating but for the fact she feels her victory was tainted and her honor was besmirched by Sinclair's interference. The door opens and Glamourous Glenda enters a bit reluctantly considering Olympia's mood isn't very celebratory.)
Doctor: "You took quite a concussion."
Dragonatrix: "So how long will she need to recover."
Doctor: "A couple of weeks at least and you will follow SWAT concussion protocols."
Dragonatrix: "She will and I'll make sure about it."
Glamourous Glenda: "Olympia can I have a few words about your victory."
Olympia: "What is a tainted victory but unearned. I didn't even know that Sinclair Godfrey interfered in the match until I saw her say 'See you soon' and I saw it wasn't an earned victory. So I consider this victory tainted and my worthiness to be champion in doubt."
(Glamourous Glenda looks shocked.)
Glamourous Glenda: "You going to return the championship to Joanne Cannelli."
Olympia: "I should but I must carry the burden of this tainted victory. I am 'The Golden Spartan' and I shall begin repairing my tainted victory by avenging myself. I must prove my worthiness as SWAT Amazons Champion and I'm going to start by issuing this challenge to Sinclair Godfrey."
(She looks into the camera glaring with rage and fury never seen in her before.)
Olympia: "Sinclair Godfrey you dared interfere in my match. You dared to taint my victory. Tell you what 'Ninth Baroness' and you better be listening. You want to get a shot at this championship. You're going to get it. You better sign the contract because I plan on signing it and when we step into the ring it's going to be a war and if there's one thing this 'Golden Spartan' does best and that's going to war. Anytime and any place and at any event Sinclair we'll meet and we're going to settle this once and for all."
Glamourous Glenda: "Will you be a hundred percent."
Olympia: "I plan on being a hundred percent no matter what I have to do to recover."
Glamourous Glenda: "Well I wish you a careful recovery. Well back to you guys."
(The scene slowly fades to commercials.)
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Post by SinclairGodfrey on Feb 20, 2022 23:14:42 GMT -5
We come back from commercial to the back and it is a scene of pure chaos, as a group of EMTs and SWAT security are trying to fight off the rampaging Oblivion Death Squad. But Donzig's footsoldiers are easily throwing the men aside, tossing them into the walls as they push them away from the prone form of Joanne Canelli who is strapped to a gurney. Sinclair Godfrey punches one of the EMTs, swatting them aside before he leans down over the prone form of her archenemy.
'I know you can't hear me, Joanne. But did you think the Scourge spoke in jest? Did you think he made idle threats? No, no, no. Tonight, everyone who brought Paul Soutter low must answer to Oblivion, the Void has whispered their name!' Sinclair hisses, and she smiles a pretty smile but one could see the madness that lurked in the gaze of the Baroness. She normally hid it better then the rest of Donzig-gun, but you could see it as her hand rested against Canelli's cheek. 'But I am not going to pretend I didn't enjoy getting rid of you.'
The gurney was flipped over with a shove, and the EMTs yelled before they were driven back by the angry looking Moloch. Sinclair wiped a hand across her mouth, shrugging before she snapped her fingers. Mormo grabbed the gurney, flipping it over roughly and almost fell over again before Sinclair grabbed the Gurney to drag it away from the ambulance. The paramedics yelled, screaming as she pushed it towards an empty dock nearby before she shoved it hard. It flew Canelli and all to bounce off the dock, and the EMTs ran over to check on the former Champ.
Sinclair stared, and she took a deep breath before a hand lifted. The Death Squad stopped, and paused behind her as she smoothed her hair before she spoke.
'Olympia. I did you a kindness, you see? Canelli hit you in the face with a pair of brass knuckles. She cheated you, and so I? Me and the boys? We set it right, we stopped her from stealing from you.' Sinclair frowned, and a hand lifted to wave her fingers.
'But instead of thanking us, instead of saying appreciating what I did for you? You sit there and act like you're the wronged party? You dare?' Sinclair paused, and she lifted her chin as she shook her head. The paramedics were dragging the gurney back onto the dock in the background, and Sinclair glanced at them before she spoke once more. 'You want a war with me, Olympia? That is what happens when you go to war with Oblivion! Is that what you want? Because Golden Spartan or no? I will give you a war.'
Sinclair snorted, and then spun on her heel to stalk off. The Death Squad fell into line behind her, and she growled to them as she stopped in the doorway. 'What numbers did you boys get? Let me see.'
The Death Squad dug into their pockets, and handed the small slips of paper over to the Baroness. She scanned them in turn, before she produced a third slip of paper which she handed to Moloch. Another paper was given back to Mormo, and she slipped the third into her coat with a sneer. 'We're switching it up like the Boss wants, he expects the two of you to remember the plan. And he wants Frostbite protected until he shows up, you got it?'
Mormo growled something, and Moloch slammed a fist to his chest before they all stalked off again.
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Post by Lucky Linda on Feb 21, 2022 7:29:58 GMT -5
The Amazons Arena is rocking following the big win by Olympia over Joanne Canelli for her to capture the Amazons Gold. “You go Girl!” Says Lucky Linda. She is wearing her ‘Kiss Me I’m Irish’ T Shirt. “Then, Sinclair Godfrey just haaaas to stick her beak into everyone else's business.”
“We just witnessed a war, Godfrey! In the Amazons arena for the Amazons belt!” roars Linda. “Canelli may have been many things, and she may well have had that coming many would say ….. But …… you know who else has something coming?” asks Linda
“You Dakota Jennings!”
“The Firecracker”
“That’s who you are?”
Linda feigns an apology.
“Oh. I know who you are.” states Linda. “I just want to clear it up for the fans at home. Who if they aren’t paying clooooose clooooose close attention. Wouldn't know you from a bar of soap.”
“Not to say our great fans don’t wash.” Smiles Linda. “I would never imply such a thing. It really is an unpleasant analogy now, isn't it? “ Asks Linda.
“Do you wash Dakota?”
“I wouldn’t know. Frankly. I don’t know a god damn thing about you. You came from some dead fed and think that makes you something. Even though what, you left them cause you lost a match or something?” Linda looks puzzled. “I don't really follow it all, so please. Correct me if I am wrong.”
“Now, you are here. To join the mighty ReVenants.”
“But … after the swerve … the illustrious leader Keith Williams has vanished.
“And that leaves you at my hands”
“At my mercy!”
“And … Dakota! I dont show any mercy!”
A Cobra Kai No Mercy symbol appears on the screen.
“You know why?”
“I know you already know why” states Linda plain as fact.
“Because you joined them fools at my expense!”
“Like I was just some collateral damage!”
Linda is angering.
“Now we will see who is the collateral damage!”
“Some may get one by me here or there.” States Linda.
“But then! Then they gotta EARN IT! Pay their way!”
“Have you done that here Dakota?”
“Don’t bother to answer. We all know you haven't.”
“You can come up with reasons why all you like, Keith didn’t live up to his promises. SWAT wan’t really for me. I broke a nail.”
“Truth of the matter is Dakota, you over here really aren’t that special. Sure you had a big rep. Guess what? Everyone walking through the doors has one of them. Some friend whispering in someone else's ear … this new member is the best you will EVER see”
“Then … we don’t see them”
“Sorta like you.”
“Yeah, you haven benn invisible, but have you been visible? More like, in my opinion, gone through the motions. Tried to coast by. That may serve you well over on the old network But here at SWAT! Whatever network we air on is regardless. One thing is tantamount! And that is putting on a show!”
Linda shakes her head. “Only time you have come close to that Dakota, Was at MY expense! And now!”
“Now!” Linda grits her teeth and stares down the lens of the camera. “Now! Paybacks a BITCH!”
“Natasha had a go.” States Linda. “Far more effort than you. She failed but with dignity!”
Linda looks around thinking.
“She was really a very admirable foe, Brought it all, Big time. I would love to go to war with her again one day.” Linda grins a nostalgic grin, looking down at her t shirt. “Yes. You inspired me to wear this Natasha. But, On reflection, maybe this is a bit harsh. You fought well. With pride and honor, You say you are where you are meant to be, maybe that was just to show me what I needed to do to prevail tonight!” Linda smiles. “Maybe. We were destined to meet. Are you ‘meant’ to be my long time foe Natasha, and bring me some competition and excitement?” Asks Linda.
“Are you meant to become my friend?” Linda ponders. “Anzac Cup is not far away and I do not have a dance partner yet” Linda shrugs in an open what will be will be way.
“Dakota though! You are now in my sights. Retribution will be mine!”
“So! You got to ask yourself a question Dakota! Do you feel lucky? Well? Do ya? PUNK!”
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Post by Donzig on Feb 21, 2022 21:19:45 GMT -5
SWAT staff and crew scatter as an equipment crate careens down the hall, slamming against the wall. A chair soon follows spiking against the wall, before two security men run forward only to thrown across a stack of equipment before the other is dropped with a huge punch. The few remaining crew draw back, pressing against the wall as the angry looking Donzig storms past them. His coat snapping and swirling behind him, and he looks around wildly before his gaze settles on the panic stricken Warren Webber. Warren stammers, and looks around wildly before he starts to back away.
The Indian Assassins stand before him, clearly doing an interview that had been interrupted. Rajiv steps forward, lifting his hands as he starts to speak before Donzig grabs the front of his shirt. He hauls him forward, hissing from behind his mask before he fairly throws Rajiv aside. His cousin stammers, yelling in hindi before Donzig drives a boot into his stomach before hitting a stunner that sends him sliding across the floor. Donzig slides to his feet, looking around wildly before his hand snaps out to grab Webber's tie to drag him close.
Webber gurgles, choking as he stares into the mask before he lifts the mic when Donzig stares at it.
'Jay Jay, you have some fucking ball balls don't you, eh? You dare, you FUCKING DARE to walk into my house and start running your mouth? Is that it? You think you can walk into SWAT and call me out? Is that it? You can walk into the FUCKING house that Paul Soutter built and say my name! My Name! In my FUCKING RING!'
Donzig shook Webber, and he lowered his masked head before it snapped upwards as he leaned closer.
'No, no, no! This isn't N P Dubya, Lizard Boy! This is SWAT! And in NPW I maybe a king?'
A pause, and Donzig jerked on that tie as Webber's face turned slowly purple.
'But in SWAT? I am as a GOD! So you want to find me, Jesse? That's good, that's real good! Because here in SWAT? In my fucking temple? The Harbinger of Death is not a hard man to find! He is not a hard man to find at all! Come and get me, Lizard Boy!'
Donzig shoves Webber, releasing his tie to send him sprawling across the catering table. He grabs the mic, and then flings the table backwards to send Webber crashing to the floor amidst food and mess before he turns to the camera. A hand lifts, tapping against the mask before he shrugs. Hand sliding across it before his fingers dug into the eyes, and he yanked it off. His eyes blazing with cold fury as he licks his lips before he growled.
'Because I will definitely be looking for you.'
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Post by SWAT eFed on Feb 22, 2022 1:41:17 GMT -5
Jeremy Tucker : ’The Firecracker’ Dakota Jennings Vs Lucky Linda La Fey. Two of the hottest not only women but Wrestlers in the World, will clash here head-to-head in this show stealer of a Semi-final. This could be the clash of the night. Do you think this will be revenge for Dakota swerving Linda to join the ReVs Andrew? Andrew Fulton : No. (awkward silence)Jeremy Tucker : So… Do you think that this will be the night that Dakota puts in a performance that once and for all establishes her as the top female performer in SWAT? Andrew Fulton : No. (awkward silence)Jeremy Tucker : Jeremy gives Andrew a withering look, but Andrew just shrugs at him. Well one of these women is going to win tonight… Andrew Fulton : Of course, we’ll have a winner out here, but your questions are looking for a mountain of hype that a “No Man’s Land semi-final” just doesn’t need. Every female wrestler in SWAT has set their year’s performance goals around peaking at this tourney. To try to win the show that puts them centre stage. Dakota Vs Le Fey playing out in a few moments time has all the goodness baked into it that we need Jerry. The history doesn’t change the odds tonight. It’s unfolding now and it’s gonna be special. ’The Firecracker’ Dakota Jennings struts onto the ramp as her music and SWAT-Tron video kicks in and throws open her arms to the crowd and is met by a wall of boos. Dakota puts on an exaggerated expression of mock upset that they don’t like her. Revelling in the boos, she strides down to ringside. Dakota jumps up onto the apron and slinks sexily through the ropes in a deep lunge and meets the referee with a deathly stare. The referee checks her boots and Dakota rolls her eyes in frustrated impatience at the formalities. Frank Salazar: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and the winner will progress to The Fourth Annual No Man’s Land Tournament Finale Main Event! And your first competitor… Hailing from Syracuse, New York, by way of Scottsdale, Arizona coming in at 5’6 & 120 lbs. …. She is ’The Firecracker’ …. DAKOTA …JENNINGS!!!!!!! Jeremy Tucker : I often wonder how fair it is to demand these great feats of stamina in lengthy tourney events like we do in this industry… Andrew Fulton : Yeah, maybe it’s a big ask at times, but if a fat galah like Eddie D can get through a night of matches and hold a belt at the end of it… Then these prime specimens should be able to fight for a fortnight. Linger, by the Cranberries hits and Lucky Linda makes her way down the ramp way, high fiving the fans. She points an accusatory, challenging finger at Dakota as she approaches the ring. Dakota puts on an expression of mock fear and pretends to tremble before laughing and giving Linda the space to enter the ring. Frank Salazar : Introducing now, hailing from Dublin, Ireland. Coming in at 5’5 and 130 pounds... LUCKY LINDA LA FEY!!!Jeremy Tucker : Here we go folks… The bell is rung for this one ... Dakota and Linda waste no time dancing around and come straight together in an exchange of punches ... There’s a flurry of roundhouse rights, forearm smashes and face slaps as the pair unleash hell on each other… the referee shouts at the pair about the closed fists and the pair go straight into a collar and elbow tie up… The referee has spotted that Dakota has a fist full of Linda’s hair in the clinch… The referee shouts at her to let go… Linda uses the distraction and twists out of the tie-up with Dakota’s hand and applies a wrist lock... Dakota edges towards the ropes but Linda applies the pressure and Dakota drops to one knee ... Dakota tries again and gets to the ropes this time ... Linda drops the hold and hits Dakota with a knife edge chop …. Dakota staggers a pace backwards ... Linda grabs Dakota, spins her around and hits an Irish Destroyer!!! (Canadian Destroyer) …. Linda covers ... … … …1 … … …2 Kick out by Dakota! Andrew Fulton : Linda grabs an arm while Dakota is still down and applies a wristlock …. Dakota is suffering … Dakota shows great agility there as she manages to twist and turn her way out from under Linda to get back to her feet... Dakota tugs a fist full of hair to distract Linda and escapes the wristlock… Linda shouts at the unsighted referee and gestures that her hair was pulled to get out of the hold... Dakota fanes innocence and winks at Linda to antagonize her as the two women pace around each other... Jeremy Tucker : Collar and elbow tie up.... Linda breaks from the clinch and drags Dakota down to the mat into an arm bar… Dakota looks to have found a way out, but Linda adjusts the hold and Linda has Dakota face down on the mat in a wristlock now…. Andrew Fulton : Like I said… Yes, there was some history fuelled fury at the outset, but now the mat wrestling comes through and she’s working that limb like a pro. No love lost, but this is business and there’s a final to get to. Jeremy Tucker : Look at the effort and pain etched on their faces… Dakota looks like she’s powering her way out of the hold ... Linda feels that she’s losing her grip and switches to a side headlock … Dakota lets out a groan but has got back to one knee and forced Linda back up to her feet… Dakota walks Linda into the ropes and Linda drops the headlock ... The referee calls for a clean break … And gets one… Linda and Dakota circle each other… Dakota shakes out the pain in her wrist and comes straight back at Linda … Collar and elbow tie up.... And Dakota puts Linda in a wristlock of her own … Linda curses and winces... Linda tries to adjust to lessen the pain but it’s locked in tight …Dakota looks pleased with herself and the crowd boo… Dakota is about to tighten the hold even more when Linda manages to free herself with a nice forward roll… Linda has managed keep Dakota’s arm, ended up behind her with a hammer lock applied… Dakota tries to grab at Linda’s head.... Linda applies more pressure on the arm and Dakota winces… Dakota tries to pace her way out of the hold… They circle the ring with Dakota still in the hammer lock… Linda trips Dakota and has the hammer lock applied on the mat now… Dakota is face down and grimacing… Linda lifts herself up in a handstand and brings her knee down hard on Dakota’s bent arm … Linda tells the referee to ask Dakota if she quits… Dakota yells at the referee to go away and twists counter-clockwise out from underneath Linda and wrenches herself free … Linda is frustrated at letting her get loose.... Dakota shakes the pain out of her arm and comes angrily back at Linda and they lock up again… Dakota slips Linda into a side headlock… Dakota’s got it locked in well ....Linda drops to one knee as the pressure comes on… Linda begins to lift Dakota off her feet … Side suplex! …Dakota gets back to her feet… Linda hits her with a ferocious chop and Dakota is back down again… Dakota rolls to the outside and tries to walk off the pain to a huge boo from the crowd… Andrew Fulton : Wise change of pace from Dakota… Taking a few moments respite to break up Linda’s momentum… Linda waits for the referee to turn around to begin counting out Dakota … … 1 … … 2 … Linda darts around the referee and steps out onto the apron… Linda runs along the apron edge and leaps off and Bulldog!! …Linda cutting Dakota’s breather short with an unsighted bulldog… Linda dragging her back up and rolling her into the ring… Linda follows in, and Dakota begs off to a huge suspicious mutterings and booing from the fans… Linda punches the downed Dakota hard in the face, drags her up and sends Dakota into the ropes with an Irish Whip… Linda hits the opposite ropes and meets Dakota with an IRA KICK!!! (Yakuza kick) … and covers… … … …1 … … …2 Kick out by Dakota! Jeremy Tucker : After the kickout Dakota rolls to the outside and heads over to the ring steps at ringside to rest against… I think her ears must be ringing after that kick to the head… Linda wastes no time heading out after Dakota…. Dakota goes to slap Linda, but she ducks it and grabs Dakota by the hair and bashes her head off the ring steps!! Andrew Fulton : The referee threatens Linda with a DQ, Linda shouts back at the ref to back off, Dakota uses the moment of distraction to thumb Linda in the eye to buy her some time… Jeremy Tucker : Linda clutches her eye but looks to grab at Dakota again… Dakota follows up with an open palm strike and a kick to the gut… but no, Linda caught her foot… Dakota thinks quickly and Enzigirui!! Andrew Fulton : Dakota gathers herself, feeling her head for potential blood after that clash with the ring steps moments ago but finds none… Linda looks stunned but has found her feet again… Jeremy Tucker : In a desperate move Dakota grabs a fist full of Linda’s tights, launches herself backwards and the momentum sends Linda sprawling headfirst into the security railings!! Andrew Fulton : The referee is shouting that the pair are on their last DQ warnings and demands that they bring the fight back to the ring… Jeremy Tucker : The referee begins to count the pair out… 1… … 2… … 3… … 4… Dakota drags Linda up and Scoop Slam onto the unforgiving blue padding at ringside! Andrew Fulton : Dakota breaks her count at 6, but Linda is still getting herself together after that brutal slam… Dakota is telling the referee to hurry the count… 7… … 8… … 9… … Linda rolls into the ring and Dakota stomps on her as she comes in… Linda uses the bottom rope to shield herself from most of the onslaught… The referee demands that Dakota step back and get the fight going again… Jeremy Tucker : Dakota is shouting in the referee’s face about the interruption… Linda gets back up quickly and steps in behind Dakota… Dakota realises that she’s there but too late… Linda leaps up and… Backstabber!!! Andrew Fulton : Wow! Linda out of nowhere hits that move and both these competitors are down…. The referee checking on them… fawning over them like they're made of porcelain or something… Jeremy Tucker : … understandably concerned for their welfare… Andrew Fulton :…understandably… but now the ref’s counting them both as the pair struggle to get back to their feet… … 1… … 2… … 3… … Linda and Dakota both begin to move and use the ropes to regain their feet…. Jeremy Tucker : The referee is trying to stay out of the way as the two wrestlers circle each other… Dakota grabs Linda under the chin going for the DKO?! …but Linda blocks it, …Dakota thinks fast and switches it into a swinging neck breaker!! Andrew Fulton : Amazing block and counter there… I thought this one was over… Jeremy Tucker : Linda and Dakota both roll away from the impact, Linda clutching her neck, and they use the ropes to regain their feet…. the two battle-weary wrestlers circle each other… Dakota grabs Linda under the chin going for the DKO again?! …but Linda blocks it a second time, …Dakota thinks fast and twists Linda into a side headlock, runs up the nearest turnbuckles and hits the It Came From Scottsdale!!! (Sliced Bread #2)Dakota covers… … … …1 … … …2 … KICK OUT! Andrew Fulton : Linda is probably still in this, you count her out as a commentator at your peril, but she’s down and hurting right now… Dakota is shouting at the referee about the count, convinced that she had the 3-count… Linda is still struggling to get up… Dakota stomps on Linda repeatedly to knock her back down, turns away and… Standing Moonsault!! … … …1 … … …2 … … KICK OUT! Jeremy Tucker : Dakota can’t believe it… but she wastes no time heading up to the top rope to try and finish this match off… Linda is still down… Dakota stares out at the crowd and drags a thumb across her throat and scales the turn buckles… She’s set for lift off… It Came From Scottsdale! III (Frog Splash) !!! …But no! At the last-minute Linda brought up her knees!!! Andrew Fulton : Dakota lands hard and rolls away clutching her ribs… Linda is still barely moving… If my calling it “too close to call” was in any way just platitudes and respectful comments before… This one really could go either way now… Jeremy Tucker : Linda and Dakota are back on their feet and they find themselves in the corner overlooking the ring steps and they somehow find the energy to exchange knife edge chops and the crowd “woo” and “ooh” as the sound of those blows rings out across the arena… Linda seems to be getting the better of these blows and delivers a stinging gut punch that doubles up Dakota in pain… Linda lift Dakota up on to the top rope… Linda climbs the buckles to begin to join her up there… Dakota starts to punch out at Linda… Linda and Dakota exchange punches, but are beginning to stand up on the second rope… Andrew Fulton : That looks like a terrible idea at this stage of the match… How dangerous and precarious does that look?! Now they’ve gone to the bloody top rope! …Sharing a top turnbuckle for balance and still hitting out at each other…. Jeremy Tucker : On No! Balance is being lost in those tired legs and Dakota is going to fall to the outside, ONTO THE RING STEPS!!! …But no! Linda throws out and arm and saves her from falling!!! Then Linda hip tosses Dakota high into the ring!!! Dakota crashes down and clutches her back… Andrew Fulton : Sat on the top rope, Linda looks out at the crowd and throws up an arm as a signal… She edges tiredly up to the top rope, launches herself skyward and LUCKY DIP!!!!! (450 top rope splash) She hooks both legs and leans into the cover for all she’s worth! … … …1 … … …2 … … …3! Frank Salazar : Your winner of the match… And progressing to the No Man’s Land Tournament Finale Main Event... LUCKY …LINDA …LA FEY!!!Jeremy Tucker : So, that save on Dakota from Linda, from the fall to the outside in the dying moments there… I know a dozen wrestlers that would have watched her fall… Was that an act of kindness or did she just want to finish it in the ring with her favorite finisher? Andrew Fulton : I don’t think the industry needed another controversial injury on PPV in today’s climate of Health and Safety and televised fighting censorship, so I commend her for doing it… but I think it was just instinct. Maybe if instinct hadn’t forced her arm, if her well reported dislike for Dakota had been an ounce stronger, perhaps even if she’d had another second to dwell on it? …Well, we’ll never know will we… Congratulations Linda. We have our first finalist. Now over to Bob for a quick sponsored weather report.
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Post by SWAT eFed on Feb 24, 2022 0:52:11 GMT -5
(The show returns from spots for upcoming SWAT shows, the official SWAT videogame along with the latest movie releases and television premieres before returning to ringside where fans are holding signs saying "Hell's Angel!," "Technical Perfection Personified!," "Angel Owns Card's Fate!," "Chris Holds The Cards!," "Card Has A Full House!" before fading to the broadcast table where Jeremy Tucker and Andrew Fulton are sitting wearing headsets.) Jeremy Tucker: "Welcome back to No Man's Land coming to you from the heart of SWAT Amazons Arena, New York City, NY. So far this show has been living up to the hype and SWAT Amazon’s has come along way since it's humble beginnings four years ago." Andrew Fulton: "Yeah and Angela almost sent SWAT Amazons into extinction." Jeremy Tucker: "She did what she had to do and speaking of the Amazons we forgot to mention one of the earlier wrestlers. One of the women who made her debut in early 2018 was Olympia, who held both the SWAT Pan Amazons and the SWAT Women's Championship, but wasn't mentioned as one of the founding Amazons. Believe me she was in a terrible mood and hasn't gotten over that sore spot." Andrew Fulton: "Saying she's in a sour mood is putting it mildly. Olympia's in such a bad mood the other Amazons are avoiding her even the one's whom she respects. Angela and Dragonatrix can't even talk to her." Jeremy Tucker: "That boded badly for 'The Jersey Devil' Joanne Cannelli because Olympia just took the Amazons Belt from her. However, let's get to this match between NPW veteran and future Hall of Famer Chris Card and rising SWAT superstar Ayren Angel." Andrew Fulton: "Oh this is going to be oh so good since Chris is going to show why he's Techno Perfecto and why he and Natasha are superior to everyone else on the SWAT roster. In the end you can bet that Chris is going to twist Ayren into positions he never knew he could do." Jeremy Tucker: "The most interesting thing is both are hated in the CWA and both want that CWA World Championship. Chris feels he has every advantage because he's a well respected champion and has a well earned background black belt in Brazilian Jiu Jitsu and is well trained in Muay Thai. He has strikes and grappling that are both educated and lethal." Andrew Fulton: "That means nothing since he was just lucky in his debut, but Chris Card is going to deck him and he's going to make Angel wish he wasn't in SWAT. Chris Card is going to be taking him to school and he's going to show why Old School is more superior to New School anytime and anyplace and at any event." Jeremy Tucker: "Well 'The Deacon of Light' is going to have an uphill battle with Chris Card and vice versa. Ayren Angel vowed to teach Chris Card a lesson that he's never going to forget and prove he's real and deserves to be in SWAT." Andrew Fulton: "Oh such a tough guy Ayren is but Chris eats egos and cockiness of all opponents for breakfast, lunch and dinner. He bleeds confidence and he exudes charisma." Jeremy Tucker: "There's no doubt about that. 'Technical Perfection' is an Old School guy and has never changed his wrestling style and has shown no fear in facing opponents. He's one of the CWA's, NPW's and XHF's greats who came from the deceased AWF." Andrew Fulton: "Do not say Xyayyyyy......HHHHHHHAAAAAAAYYYYYY......Effffffe........" Jeremy Tucker: "Just say XHF." Andrew Fulton: "SSSSHHHH!" Jeremy Tucker: "So far these two have been able to back up their smack talk and now they're going to see who's smack talk is legitimate." Andrew Fulton: "Chris is going to stuff Ayren's words right down that self righteous throat of his." Jeremy Tucker: "We'll see who can back up their smack talk and walk the walk as they say. Right now let's go to the ring for the introductions." Andrew Fulton: "Oh Chris is going to back up his smack and this match is going to be something else. Come on Frankie get on with the ring introductions already. I can't wait for Chris Card to wrestle and twist that bitch Ayren Angel into knots." Frank Salazar: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it's for the CWA World Championship. Introducing first from Los Angeles, Ca. He comes in at 6ft. and weighs in at 200lbs. He is 'The Deacon of Light' Ayren Angel." "Pull Me From the Edge" by Like a Storm hits the arena and white fog covers the entrance area. The words Ayren Angel appears on the SWAT Tron and blue lights flash across the arena. Soon a figure emerges wearing a white leather jacket with a hood covering his head. He has his back turned to the and extends his arms out like a cross. Fireworks explode and he turns around, throwing his hood off with a cocky smirk on his face. Ayren Angel then continues down to the ring and looks out to the crowd with disgust at the people in attendance and walks over to touch hands with a little kid in the crowd, but pulls his hand back and runs it through his hair and laughs. The crowd boos him heavily, but he eats it up. He then walks over to the steel ring steps and slaps them with his hands before rushing up then and taking position on the ring apron. He wipes his feet on his ring apron and goes to step through the ropes, but mid-way in he starts trash talking somone in the crowd and points out to them. He then continues on inside the ring and throws his arms out in a cross pose and drops to his knees, looking up at the sky as a spotlight focuses on him. He grins from ear to ear and spins around, landing on his side and props his head up with his arm and acts bored to be there and yawns as he waits for the champ to make their entrance. Andrew Fulton: "What an overrated entrance compared to a real man's entrance in a few moments." Jeremy Tucker: "Ring entrances are nice but it's the wrestler's skills that win the matches." Frank Salazar : "Fighting out of one of Canada's richest postcards, the beautiful Rosedale neighborhood in downtown Toronto, he weighed in tonight at one hundred kilograms and stands one meter ninety tall and if you don't understand the metric system, get with the 21st century. He is known worldwide as 'Technical Perfection' and 'The Real Man's Wrestler' and he is very......" Crowd: "Booooo!" Frank Salazar : "Very good at what he does. Chris 'Big Match' Card." "Burn" by Kobra and the Lotus" plays and Chris Card comes to ringside. He enters all business." Jeremy Tucker: "These two are burning holes through each other." Andrew Fulton: "The looks on their faces say murder and Chris Card will do just that to Ayren Angel." Jeremy Tucker: "They waste no time locking up. They pivot attempting to throw each other but they refuse to break the tie up. The referee attempts to break them up but they refuse to break the grip. Chris and Angel slip to their knees and slide out of the ring still keeping up the lock up." Andrew Fulton: "They finally break and are pushing and shoving each other with their knuckles. Chris Card's showing this young punk he isn't one to back down." Jeremy Tucker: "Neither is Ayren Angel, who is looking to show he never backs down either, as the referee is counting and ordering them to return to the ring. They dare the other to enter first and both literally race and storm the ring at the same time." Andrew Fulton: "Chris for the photo finish proving he's faster than that no witted low watt 'Deacon of Light' Ayren Angel." Jeremy Tucker: "Now that they are back in the ring Chris wastes no time taking Ayren to the mat. He keeps him on the mat and applies a front facelock but Angel counters with a hammerlock which is countered by one by Card. They both spring back up to their feet." Andrew Fulton: "That's true 'Techno Perfecto' by Chris Card. Just look at him gesturing to Angel with respect proving that Chris Card is making Ayren Angel a star just by wrestling him. He's even telling him that he's going to shake his hand in sportsmanship." Jeremy Tucker: "Just before he delivers a series of stiff Muay Thai kicks that he is known for using on opponents. He aims those kicks to Angel's knees and legs and Angel is trying to shake it off but Chris is relentless proving that his MMA style strikes are for real and quite legitimate." Andrew Fulton: "Which proves that Chris Card has more brains and talent than Ayren Angel. Chris whips Ayren into the ropes and clotheslines 'The Deacon of Light' before dropping a series of elbows to Angel's chest before making the cover for a one count." Jeremy Tucker: "Chris starts working on Angel's left arm. He slowly wrenches Angel's arm while increasing the pressure on that arm before switching to an armbar but Angel slowly works and counters with an armdrag. He counters with another armdrag and a third armdrag before cinching in an armlock." Andrew Fulton: "So what? Any wrestler in the locker room can execute an armdrag and an armbar or armlock. Chris forces Angel into the ropes and thumbs him in the eye. He unleashes a series of hard rights, but Angel counters with a series of hard rights of his own." Jeremy Tucker: "Ayren whips Chris into the corner and running dropkicks him in the face. Chris slumps into the corner but is holding the ropes. He sets up Chris and snap dragon suplex's 'Techno Perfecto' followed by another snap dragon suplex." Andrew Fulton: "Chris is just playing possum with that moron. Ayren feigns a lionsault as Chris rolls out of the ring....Watch out Chris...Oh no Ayren just executes a suicide dive out of the ring and both end up crashing into the barricade." Jeremy Tucker: "The referee is counting as they both slowly stir and make their way to the ring. Chris double axehandles Ayren and smashes his head into the hard concrete floor. He re enters the ring and goes to one knee admiring himself. What an egomaniac." Andrew Fulton: "Who are you calling an egomaniac." Jeremy Tucker: "Chris Card." Andrew Fulton: "What you call ego is what I call confidence and who has more confidence than Chris Card? No sooner than Angel returns Chris delivers a roundhouse kick to his face. He quickly follows up with an inside crescent kick. Now that was a beauty of a inside crescent kick." Jeremy Tucker: "Chris attempts an outside crescent kick but Angel ducks it and executes a Kentaro Crusher. He follows up with a belly to back suplex and 'The Deacon of Light' is now delivering a sermon to Chris Card that he can wrestle too." Andrew Fulton: "Chris is the one who is really preaching the word of wrestling compared to that demonic Ayren Angel. Ayren suddenly Busaiku and goes for a weak cover for a one count. Chris surprises him with a roll up for a close two count." Jeremy Tucker: "Chris has always been a cheater for his whole career. Ayren blocks another attempt at an outside crescent kick and German suplex's your hero. He bridges up for Chris to power out. Chris rolls out of the ring to regroup as Angel climbs to the top turnbuckle." Andrew Fulton: "Only for Chris to catch Angel flying with that outside crescent kick he kept attempting proving his superior skills once again. Now that was also a thing of beauty and keep up the great moves. Chris delivers another outside crescent kick and then another inside crescent kick with even more speed, power and grace like he always does." Jeremy Tucker: "I'm surprised you don't have your own sign up supporting and singing Chris Card's praises." Andrew Fulton: "Au Contraire. Now that you mentioned it Jerry my dear broadcast colleague and co-star of our SWAT broadcasts." (Andrew bends over and pulls something out from under the table.) Andrew Fulton: "CHRIS YOU ARE A TRUE GOD! GO CHRIS!" (Jeremy Tucker groans holding his head.) Jeremy Tucker: "You are incorrigible." Andrew Fulton: "But I'm consistent." Jeremy Tucker: "Why do I even bother. Chris throws Ayren back into the ring and picks him up and Thai clinches delivering stiff knees to the gut. Angel barely blocks some, but Chris is relentless and he releases the Thai clinch and teep kicks Angel into the ropes." Andrew Fulton: "Only to Thai clinch Angel again and deliver even more stiff knees to his gut before tossing 'Deacon of Light' onto the canvas like the trash he is and he mounts and grounds and pounds him. Angel is forced into the guard and is paying for all his sins." Jeremy Tucker: "Ayren forces Chris over and returns the ground and pound. They continue to roll back and forth pounding each other until they fight their way back to their feet. They still continue to use their fists until Angel kicks Chris borderline before delivering a Gotch style piledriver." Andrew Fulton: "That should have been a disqualification. Chris gets an arm up and Angel side cross bodies Chris and they grapple on the mat in a slow circle. Chris delivers a series of elbows to Angel's ribs as Angel does the same thing. As always Chris Card is showing his superior skills and is the better ground fighter." Jeremy Tucker: "They reach the ropes and the referee calls for a break. Chris picks up Ayren and whips him into the ropes and catches him in a belly to belly suplex before he mounts Ayren again and delivers a series of palm strikes to his face and it looks like he's done being the nice guy." Andrew Fulton: "Oh now you realize that Chris wasn't playing around. The referee continues to warn Chris who gets up and howls before looking down on Ayren who slowly gets up. Now watch as Chris goes into his thinking pose to decide what he wants to do next as he goes behind Angel and cinches in a cobra clutch in the middle of the ring I might add." Jeremy Tucker: "Yes they are in the middle of the ring. Ayren is struggling but isn't giving up as he slowly fades but refuses to submit or tap out as he strains to reach the ropes and barely does. The referee is warning Chris again to break the hold." Andrew Fulton: "So what if he's waiting until the last second to break the hold. This is Chris Card we're talking about and he can do what he wants, where and whenever he wants as I mentioned earlier. He continues thrashing Ayren like a ragdoll until he truly releases the submission and pleads his case which that dumbbell zebra refuses to listen to his argument." Jeremy Tucker: "Chris resumes his assault on Ayren delivering another series of Muay Thai kicks to damage any attempts for Angel to use his high flying skills. He unleashes a series of European uppercuts but Ayren counters with a series of European uppercuts of his own." Andrew Fulton: "Weaky! Weaky! Weaky! Chris Card just absorbs them all and slowly moves in on him like The Terminator and delivers some vicious Muay Thai elbows to Ayren Angel's head. Anyone who says 'Technical Perfection' Chris Card isn't an efficient wrestling machine better not face him in the ring." Jeremy Tucker: "I'm not saying he isn't. Chris moves in again and Ayren delivers a spinning back fist which Chris no sells and he counters with one of his own which does. Ayren looks like he's knocked barely semi-conscious." Andrew Fulton: "Chris is going to knock him out on his ass. Chris continues to have the upper hand as usual and kicks him in his nuts while the referee is out of position." Jeremy Tucker: "Chris has always been a cheater his whole career with rarely a clean victory or easy victories. He's loved shortcuts and rarely wins a clean match and this seems like a rare exception. Ayren attempts to superkick but Chris catches his leg and bodyslams him BJJ style. He's daring Ayren to get up but Ayren tries to headbutt him in his nuts." Andrew Fulton: "Big mistake little man. Chris grips him in another Thai clinch and delivers vicious knees to Ayren's head followed by a series of vicious Muay Thai elbow strikes. Ayren attempts to get up but is kicked in the face and the referee warns him to back off." Jeremy Tucker: "He could be disqualified and probably be stripped of his championship. Chris cinches in a rear naked choke and he has it in real tight, cutting off Ayren's air. He's too near the ropes and Ayren grabs the ropes to force Chris to break the hold." Andrew Fulton: "Only for Chris to send Ayren into Cardiac Arrest Alpha before making the pin....One.....Two.....Th....No! Chris just broke the pin intentionally and the referee just acts like Chris committed an offense." Jeremy Tucker: "That's because he decided to break the pin to his already beaten opponent just to punish him. Chris cobra crunches Ayren and now he's back to his arrogant Thinker's pose." Andrew Fulton: "Chris looks like he's decided to end this now and picks up Ayren Angel and delivers a real stormy Maritime Hurricane and makes the cover." Jeremy Tucker: "He double hooks the leg and this time he doesn't break his own pin.....One.....Two.....Three." Frank Salazar : "Your winner at 25minutes and still CWA World Champion the Pride of Rosedale 'Technical Perfection' Chris Card." [Card stands over Angel as "Pull Me From the Edge" by Like a Storm hits, the ref handing Card the CWA World Belt. Card holds it high over his head and he looks down on Angel with contempt and disgust. Then heads out of the ring making his way up the rampway.] Jeremy Tucker: "Chris Card looked like he was in trouble earlier on but he came on strong and dealt with Ayren Angel in impressive fashion."
Jeremy Tucker: "Who is that masked man?"
Andrew Fulton: "Who knows. It looks like a UK mask! Captain Britain?"
[The lights go out and when they come back on, the masked man is out of the ring looking on warily and DREAD is standing over Angel. He picks him up and delivers a devastating double arm sit out choke slam. He monsters over Angel and the crowd explode. The lights go back off and when they come back on, Mike Maddox is in the ring now with the masked man, who unmasks and its Calum Morgan! He grins, that charming bad boy grin of his and then he stomps on Angel. Yelling the title shot should have been theres and next time the CWA Champ comes to SWAT, there will be a much tougher challenge at hand!”]
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