Battleground 45 : No Surrender (Show)

Just as Goth and Vampira are standing in the middle of the ring mulling over there decision if they should join Cannon and his crew or not, Cannon looks back into the ring at the two as he simply winks at them, as Mister Boothe is first to throw back the black curtain, Mister Boothe is simply looking spiffy as usually as he is wearing a gray suit with gray shoes as what is wearing as we usually say cost probably more than what everybody is wearing in hot Atlanta especially in the arena this evening, as he turns around Zoey is right behind him as she is wearing a black cut off tee shirt with a ring hanging from her navel, the young lady has black shorts and black boots, however the hair is a totally different story as she has one side of her hair pink and the other have purple. Right behind her coming through the curtain is Doomsday with a crew cut look must have gotten the cut since the last show, he has on a tan tee shirt with gray sweats and brown boots, as he turns around, we see Lucifer with his short black hair, wearing a red tee shirt with faded black jeans and black steel toe boots, with an intense look in his red glowing eyes. Our cameras move back out to the entrance ramp as Cannon continues to look at Goth and Vampira in the ring talking amongst themselves, as with a wicked smiles comes across his lips, he turns his attention toward the curtain as he pushes it back as the others are waiting for him. Cannon is wearing a blue tee shirt with long blue tights and blue boots even though he is not schedule for tonight show it appears that he is ready to for some action. The crew are walking away, until thet come to a complete stop as Warren Webber is approaching them.

Warren: Guys can I get a word with you about what just happen out there.

Cannon is about to say something, but Mister Boothe cuts him off before he gets a word out.

Mister Boothe: I got this. It is part of my job.

Cannon backs off as he well lets Issac Boothe do his job.

Mister Boothe: Warren, for weeks now we have approached Goth about joining us because as Mister Cannon has already stated. the management does not care about him at all. The man is a grand slam winner and gets treated like crap. We have tried to help him understand that, and hopefully he will come to his senses. Mister Cannon has tons of respect for him and what he has done here in SWAT over the years, and he simply wants him to get his just desserts. We know that he is one half of the tag team champions and maybe Goth is taking his partner into consideration which is why he has told him that David Victor has a spot as well with us if he wants it. You see Warren we are good people, and we want to do what is right. I can stand here and tell you if David is thinking about joining us or not but Mister Cannon feels that the young man has a great future here and he believes that he can help him get to that next level. But for Gith the time is ticking away.

Warren: I must ask about tonight main event a six-man tag team match.

As Mister Boothe is about to say something, Cannon cuts him off.

Cannon: I will handle this if you do not mind.

Mister Boothe backs off as the intensity builds up in him.

Cannon: Warren, I know deep down Goth will make the right decision. I have faith that he will do the right thing. He knows that I speak the truth. Besides these people right by my side, he and Bruni are the only others that I have respect for in that locker room. I have text Bruno he knows that he always has a place with us. You really believe cares for him. He has always used him and felt that he was underneath him but I always considered him equal. So Bruno my offer stands join us and MAister Boothe will make you an offer you cannot refuse and more money than Paul could ever give you. Just stand by my side is all you have to do. You see Warren there is a war brewing within this worthless company and you need great soldiers to follow you into battle and I am building an army to destroy this place once and for all and usher in a new era and not what is going on around here now. Management once again has not change. What is the difference in Blaze running things than Paul, nothing? But when we win this war, I promise you things are going to change for the better.

Warren: Still, want to talk about tonight main event?

Cannon: You know Warren I will handle this back over to Mister Boothe.

Mister Boothe steps back in.

Mister Boothe: Warren, I have to ask and maybe you know the answer to this question? Why is your World Champion not booked for this show?

Warren: Uh, he is in the main event, Eddie D.

Cannon cringes when he hears that.

Mister Boothe: Warren first off you need to get down on your hands and knees and tell this man.

He points to Cannon.

Mister Boothe: That you are sorry for calling Eddie D your champion because this man right here is your champion. Last week we thought that it was simply disrespectfully to have a World title match and the real champion was not involve in it. Vincent Wolf saw through this and called Eddie a false champion is own words, and the man was correct. Vincent should have come to us and ask for a title match and he would have given it to him because we respect, for what he has done around here. Cannon would have given him a title shot but it is just boggles the mind that nobody wants to call this man champion because last time I looked he never lost the belt so in my eyes he is the champion. But management wants to continue to play games with us then so be it but be careful what you wish for. And your boss last week decides to continue with this screw job as Cannon entered number one and at the end of it all should have won the rumble. Blaze claim that both of Cannon feet touch the floor.

Video footage is shown here, as only is left foot hits the floor but not the right one.

Mister Boothe: You see Warren there is proof. We are getting damn tired of this over and over again something must be done about this. I have my lawyers look into this and this worthless company will be hearing from them rest assure. Last week Amazons tournament where your boss decided to put herself in and she won it, and you call that being fair to the other women in that locker room? Tonight, we are going to get some type of retribution that I promise.

Warren: Well Mrs. Blaze did win the tournament fair and square. However, I must admit Zoey first match was impressive even though it ended in a first round lost.

Zoey pushes through Cannon as she is about to step to Warren as she has her hangs up as he is about to go for his throat. Warren backs up as Satan Disciples are holding her back as Zoey sticks out her tongue as it displays a earring right in the middle.

Warren: You need to get her under control. She is crazy?

Mister Boothe shakes his head.

Mister Boothe: Warren, you need to watch what you say because the very next time we have a conversation I will let this young lady beat your ass and trust me she could. Yes, she lost her match, but she showed great strides thanks to Doomsday training, and she will only get better. Tonight, she will have something special in store for your boss and Lucky Linda. I believe this young lady needs to be turn lose, and we do, I almost feel sorry for those two. She just may break every bone in their body.

Zoey cracks her knuckles.

Mister Boothe: Now onto your false champion, Eddie. He will have his hands full with these two seven-foot monsters. Now Warren taking nothing away from your champ, we all know Eddie is a talent guy, but he does not stand a chance in getting past these two tonight.

He points at Doomsday and Lucifer, who have that if looks could kill then we might be all dead.

Mister Boothe: Eddie is going to go through hell, maybe a table but he is going to get what is coming to him, because he needs to be taught a lesson in respect. You do not walk around here and call yourself a champion unless you really are on. Even though Cannon is not involved in the match, but he will be at ringside with me watching Doomsday and Lucifer destroy Eddie. I hope Blaze is listening to this because she better get ready for war. This company is not ready for it. And the three that we are getting into the ring with later are not ready for it. Cannon will have a watchfully eye.

Cannon gets right next to Mister Boothe as he takes the microphone from him.

Cannon: Blaze, I am sure you are listening to this, and you are probably going to ban me from ringside because i do not have a manger license that will be the excuse right. But a warning if you happen to let it go then you better not lay a hand on me or Mister Boothe because if you do, I will cripple your ass that I promise you. Because there will come a time where I have that feeling we must have to get into that ring handle business and when that day comes, you do not want any part of what I am going to inflict on you. Am I threatening the boss? You are damn right I am. But I promise you Blaze I will not lay a hand on you unless you do so first.

He drops his head.

Cannon: Linda, let's get real for a minute. You have always backed SWAT play no matter what. You are that true warrior. And that IA can respect. But what has it gotten you? Nothing, we both know that. I am sure you are going to call me a liar, but I speak the truth. Linda, there is a place within our group. I would treat you with the respect that you deserve, you think Blaze respects you. She is so damn drunk in power that she will do whatever it takes to advance her career here and will not give a damn to you she steps on and that includes you. Think about it Linda? You might hate me for what I did to that piece of tin, but I speak the truth.

Warren: Well?

Cannon cuts him off.

Cannon: Eddie, I do not understand how you can call yourself champion, when you never beat me. Eddie, I have already stated I will not get back in the ring with you because you do deserve a shot at my title. Blaze, I believe has already stated that I would not get a crack at the title but why would I need a crack at my own title that simply does not make any sense at all, but I come to understand that from management around here after all about last week screw job everybody ran out of there like a bat out of hell because they did wrong. But for here on out every time this company wants to screw me over then somebody will pay, and I do not care who. Management, wrestlers, the ref, interviewers, somebody backstage or even Tucker.

Warren looks around as if he is scared to death.

Cannon: That includes you, Warren. Your boss has bought this upon herself, and this company and our wrath will never be over with until you idoits call me champion and you should because I am. Satan Disciples will become the next tag team champions and Zoey will win the woman's title, and when we have all the damn gold around here that is after Goth does the right thing maybe he could become TV champion or Australian Champion whatever he decides to chase. We will have all the gold and there is nothing that Blaze or anybody can do about it.

Mister Boothe reaches for the microphone as Cannon drops it right in his hands.

Mister Boothe: We have only begun. Warren, tonight we make a huge statement in the main event. The future has arrived and there is nothing that can be done to stop it. And you thank management because they started this and we are going to end it.

They all walk away as Warren is at a loss for words.

'What fresh hell is this?'

Snapped an angry voice inside the dimly lit production truck, and the entire production crew stiffened in sudden dread. They all looked around in confusion, a few in clear dismay before they turned to see the form of the Harbinger of Death in the door. He stared at them from behind his mask, and his hand lifted with an absent motion of his fingers. He walked forward, his long leather coat swaying around him as he stared at the monitors before he stopped before the head of production. Behind him lurked the Baroness, Sinclair Godfrey.

She smirked, saying nothing as Donzig tilted his head. 

'You open this show with Frostbite and Goth?'

'He likes to be called Cannon--'

Donzig's hand snapped upwards, and his fingers dug into the man's throat. He gurgled, choking as Donzig leaned closer with a hiss from behind that mask. The man grabbed at that leather clad wrist, and Donzig loomed closer as he cast his glare around the room. Everyone froze, and he lifted his head as he murmured. 

'I didn't ask what he wants to be called did I? His name is Frostbite, and what he did was destroy my friend! What he did was tarnish the legacy of the SWAT Heavyweight title, and what he thinks is he will stand out there in my ring! In my FUCKING ring, and get Goth to protect him? Is that it?'

The producer hissed, face reddening as Donzig pressed closer. 

'Everyone suddenly wants to rebuild SWAT in their image, eh? Havok? Frostbite? Goth? But I have already remade SWAT, I have already forced SWAT to evolve into my vision! This is an age of darkness now, the time of the Dystopian Fall! I am the Great Beast, and SWAT is my hunting ground now!'

He released the producer with a shove, and the man fall back against the control panel with his fingers rubbing at his throat. He gurgled, hissing as Donzig stared at him before he started to open his mouth. Sinclair Godfrey arched a brow, and she reached inside of her long coat to produce a worn looking fur rabbit. The man stared at it, and then lifted his hands before he shut his mouth.

The threat was clear, the board had been forced into submission.

Donzig lifted a hand, dragging his wrist across the mouth of his mask.

'Frostbite is waiting on Goth's decision? Does that decision matter? Because I want to be very clear, I want everyone to understand what I am about to say. I am SWAT now, I am the Lord and Master of this place! So Frostbite and Goth can get their whole fucking stupid crew, the Zoes and the Daniel Victors and they can make a group called Gothbite! And Gothbite can have a big cakewalk in the middle of Atlanta, and do whatever the fuck they think they are going to do! But I will be waiting to knock them all the fuck down, eh?'

The production crew shifted in their seats, looking around as Donzig stared at them all with the empty eyes of the mask. He lifted a hand, and continued as his baleful gaze settled back on the producer. He shrugged his shoulders, and tilted his head before he took a deep breath.

'And if the day comes when you think that Death in High Places can not keep SWAT in check? If any of you miserable little cretins think you can take what is mine away from me? Just now that I will call down the fucking wrath of the Empire on it, and then? Well, let's not dwell on such unpleasantness.'

A sniff, and Sinclair nodded around the room before she settled on the edge of the control panel. Donzig said nothing, and he paced lazily before he lifted a hand.

'Instead of killing our ratings with this deadweight? You should be talking about how I will take what is rightfully mine, what is destined to be mine! And that is the SWAT world heavyweight title! I will break Eddie and I will take it from him! The sign of my dominion over this place, and over failures like Goth and Frostbite! And then? I will walk across the CWA draped in gold, the Imperial Tag Team titles around my waist, the SWAT championship across my shoulder, and I will lay claim to what Card stole from me! Do you all understand that?'

His hand snapped outward as he spun in a circle at the production crew who flinched away from him, he hissed as he loomed across one of them. His voice a snarl and he paced away once more, shaking his head before he stared into one of the monitors.

'Ah, Olympia. This show just keeps getting more and more insipid! At least she didn't try to impress me with her soap opera like our esteemed Australian Champion, who I noticed was very quiet after the beating I handed him at the Cruisereight Cup!'

A shrug, and he stared at the production truck.

'The lot of you had better get your shit together, because if I have to endure any more of this fucking drivel? I am going to come in here and I will not be as pleasant as I am now, eh? I will take that son of a bitch's face and shove it through that monitor.' He pointed at the producer, and the man jerked back as he started to stammer a protest. Donzig stared at him, then shrugged as he walked for the door before he paused to look back at them. Sinclair rose from the panel. following him as he looked at each member of the team silently until they looked away. 

Then he jerked the door open, pausing.

'See you soon.'

(Team Fairtex is finished suiting up for their four way tag team turmoil match and are starting their warm ups with their wives The Hired Killers watching as the door opens and they draw their Glocks as Warren W. Webber enters and Team Fairtex groans and rolls their eyes. They motion for their wives to stand down and they re holster their Glocks.)

Tong Fairtex: "Oh great guess who it is."

Phantam Fairtex: "The ever eternal pest Warren W. Webber. So what is it this time."

Warren W. Webber: "I'm just an interviewer."

Tong Fairtex: "Fine just get it over with."

Phantam Fairtex: "Yeah we have something called a match. You do know what that is don't you?"

Warren W. Webber: "It's a competition......"

(Team Fairtex groans and slaps their head.)

Warren W. Webber: "You asked what it was."

Tong Fairtex: "We were being sarcastic."

Warren W. Webber: "Okay."

Phantam Fairtex: "So can we get this interview over with."

Warren W. Webber: "You have a chance to become three time SWAT World tag Team Champions in a tag team turmoil match. One of the teams happens to be David Vector and your ally as well as John Cannon's ally Psychotic Goth."

Tong Fairtex: "Yes we know that and Psychotic Goth is Psychotic Goth and he does what he wants no matter what anyone thinks."

Phantam Fairtex: "Correctamundo!

"Warren W. Webber: "You also have to face Satan's Disciples who happen to know him too."

Phantam Fairtex: "Yeah we know them too since we faced them two years ago and they are two men who are hard to take down. We have a lot of respect for them and always do."

Tong Fairtex: "Correctamundo!"

Warren W. Webber: "You never faced The Hell Hounds."

Tong Fairtex: "Of course not but they have a reputation for being brutal in the ring and we're prepared for their assault just like we're going to be ready for that sermon spewing idiot of a manager Reverend Cornelius Marsh."

Phantam Fairtex: "Correctamundo!"

Warren W. Webber: "I guess you just heard about Donzig's sudden proclamation."

Tong Fairtex: "Okay what did the Phantom of the Opera have to say this time besides the usual undecipherable rants."

Warren W. Webber: "He claims he runs SWAT now."

(Team Fairtex looks at him incredulously.)

Phantam Fairtex: "What."

Warren W. Webber: "He runs SWAT now."

Tong Fairtex: "Let's see SWAT was founded and owned by Soutter."

Phantam Fairtex: "The real owner of SWAT mates!"

Tong Fairtex: "Then he brings in this dummy Joe Pesci who screws things up."

(Phantam imitates Joes Pesci's New York accent.)

Phantam Fairtex: "Yeah! Yeah! I run SWAT and Psychotic Goth still owes me for my cheap off the rack suit!"

Tong Fairtex: "Then Wildcat Lynn Brewster tried to run things in SWAT Amazons."

Phantam Fairtex: "Oh that was memorable."

Tong Fairtex: "Then Soutter returns and rights the ship again."

Phantam Fairtex: "Things were finally looking up."

Tong Fairtex: "Then Armand von Krause tries to run things."

Phantam Fairtex: "Oh no pure disaster!"

Tong Fairtex: "Then the great split and a new network with Soutter in charge."

Phantam Fairtex: "The best move ever made!"

Tong Fairtex: "Now we have Blaze Freya running things."

Phantam Fairtex: "A potential decision maker in the works."

Tong Fairtex: "Now we have Donzig running things."

Phantam Fairtex: "We must have a revolving door policy in SWAT. Is there any chance we can play SWAT owner since everyone on the roster seems to be getting a chance to play owner."

Warren W. Webber: "I don't think there is."

Tong Fairtex: "Too bad."

Warren W. Webber: "What do you think of his threat about The Empire."

(Phantam starts playing The Imperial March and Tong sweeps his leg and he lands on his butt.)

Phantam Fairtex: "HEY!"

Tong Fairtex: "Anyway, we heard about this Empire from someone we know in NPW and yeah we know Timeless Alex Turner."

Phantam Fairtex: "With the ever bodacious Roxylishus."

Tong Fairtex: "Primal."

Phantam Fairtex: "Jigsaw on steroids."

Tong Fairtex: "Then there is Steve Awesome."

Phantam Fairtex: "Like dude."

Warren W. Webber: "Donzig seems serious about making trouble for everyone and owning all of CWA's championships including SWAT's."

Tong Fairtex: "Like all the egomaniacs of the past, who want to reign over SWAT and want to play owner, are telling everyone to fall in line and do as he says. Let's get something straight here we do have our shit together and we go out there and we don't care what anyone thinks.
Our father told us to do what we have to do and conduct our business in the ring."

Phantam Fairtex: "Yeah we back up everything we say and we back up everything we do in the ring. Now if he or anyone has any problems with that step into the ring and we'll settle things. That's how we roll and that's what we do best when it comes to competing in the ring. Now
if Donzig can't comprehend that or his mask is too tight that the blood can't get to his brain."

Tong Fairtex: "Now ever since he's come to SWAT we've had to endure his constant hissy fits and angry rants and raving about being screwed here and there and everywhere. Now he wants to make everyone else's lives miserable just to fulfill his childhood fantasies of making people's lives miserable."

Phantam Fairtex: "Why don't you stick to what you do best and defend your championships. Then you can continue to act miserable and terrorize the other opera patrons until someone puts an end to your suffering while you play the piano."

Tong Fairtex: "Enough time and words wasted on him. Meanwhile back to our match tonight which is going to be a war and we intend to prevail and regain our SWAT World Tag team Championships. We intend to not just regain them but go into The Anzac Cup as the champions."

Phantam Fairtex: "Two time Anzac Cup Champions."

Tong Fairtex: "Right now we have to warm up so interview over."

(The Hired Killers escort Warren W. Webber out as they continue warm ups as the scene slowly fades to black.)

(Eddie D, The SWAT World Heavyweight Champion, is sat in his man cave at The Double D Club and is speaking into a camera set up to record a promo ahead of the “No Surrender” event in Atlanta.)

EDDIE: SWAT-the-Fuck is going on people, how’s it hanging. It’s your people’s champ here, Eddie D.


Now there’s been a lot of speculation about SWAT changing hands to some new boss. Well, it feels too soon to go from CWA network ownership and support to a whole new unknown buyer, but we all knew it was going to be turbulent when we left the safe coastline shallows of XHF. Now we’re on the open sea we have to look out for pirates and be careful we don’t swim out of our depth. I say that the potential bounty and riches of sailing our own path, with our own crew and no mooring ropes or harbor masters holding us back… that’s all worth the storms and dangers along the way. Hold firm the course and we’ll make it to safe harbor.

Enough of this nautical nonsense and let’s get back to wrestling.
Wolfie. Vinny. The Alpha ran me close last week. I know that the war of words got a touch disrespectful in the hype train for that bout, but hey… There’s no apology here for you, but a newfound respect for your abilities is all I can offer.


I have been criticized in the tabloid cheap sheets of being too focused on my opponent for a given PPV and not addressing the people at large here. Not commenting on the up and comers’ comments about me or the state of SWAT. Well, I am focused, but I am not blind and deaf to the talent out there, because I know as champ that I might get called upon to fight any one of them to defend my belt.


Donzig. He won the rumble, he helped bring down the KGB, crushed under the weight of his own ego, and now he thinks that he’s going to drag SWAT down by taking the strap from me. Well, Donzig you’re a mean looking SOB and sure take a punch well, but let’s not forget that Main Event Eddie is what the people came to see. I’m the guy driving up the buy rate. I’m the one that made SWAT great again. I am the one that beat half the Fed to get this title back. Your judgement is dog shit awful. You stood with the guy that threw the belt in the trash. You were there at the beat down when I was kicked out of the KGB. There will be a reckoning for backing the wrong horse and taking the selfish path all this while. Karma is gonna kick your black heart out the back of your rib cage and I’m gonna be there to pin your arse 1, 2, 3 and laugh at your comeuppance. The day of your title shot can’t be far away and I would gladly make it tonight if I had my way, but while the office is furiously finding its feet, I’ll bide my time.


Cannon. Frosty. The trashman himself. Stirring up trouble and gathering boys club buddies to make up for his shortcomings. You have no business in the topflight of wrestling when you disrespected the gold, the gold we all strive for. Taking a real person’s name, even if you're named after military ordinance, is a step in the right direction but you’re not fooling anyone. You’re still a crazy cold-hearted bar steward and your credibility is shot. You play around in the shadows, because the absence of the KGB has created a vacuum for bottom feeders like you to dwell in, but I’m still watching you. You haven’t paid for the way you turned on me and ejected me from the KGB. Not by half. So, I will claim that dept piece by piece every time we meet in the squared circle.


Maddox. What the hell happened with that guy? Went schizophrenic and disappeared. I was looking forward to seeing you climb the last few steps to my level and making some money. That would have sparked industry wide interest and it would have taken no effort to hype that God send of a match up. Instead of that, both halves of your persona vanished up their own arseholes and disappeared. Now there’s a Maddox sized hole in my title reign, and it’ll be tough to fill.


Ruin. You’re a monster, but I’m not scared of things that go bump in the night. I’ve fought men of every shape and size, but at 6’11’’ that’s on the impressive side of tall. And you throw down a sweet chokeslam which is always a crowd pleaser. If and when we fight it will be an epic encounter. I hope we can make that a reality someday. Half the men in the crowd must think I’m mad wishing to fight a man of your… scale? But they don’t understand what it’s like to be a wrestler do they Ruin. They don’t know what its like to be a gladiator that wants to fight for the love of the violence and the mark we leave on the people that saw us fight. One day big guy, we’ll lay down a brutality marker that they will struggle to follow for a generation.


Goth. I am loving that you took on a Padawan in the shape of a country boy like David Vector. Old world Norse meets old school Southern boy ‘rassler? It’s a strange combination but it seems to work. It’ll be a hell of an encounter for you and the boy to get through at No Surrender. The hellhounds are well named, and we all know the pedigree of Team Filofax. I wish you all the luck in the world… because tonight… I think you’ll need it.

I say you haven’t truly fought Goth unless you come away with a scar and I have two of those, so I think we know each other well enough to speak frankly. We’re both fan favorites now you and me. We shouldn’t quibble over the small stuff or fall out and should be on the same page when the new owner shows up. I know that you’ve seen the tide flow in and out of this place and whoever is in charge makes little difference to you, but I get the feeling that this time…. This time you might want to voice your say on how the fed reacts to the new boss. I guess we'll wait and see.

Then there’s the main event. There’s only one person I would rather be with than Blaze and Linda tonight, but that was my previous life in a previous fed and a tag gold jamboree that I’ll probably never experience or accomplish again. But ladies… coming second fiddle to The Icon Davie J… is no insult I assure you. I guess when the Anzac cup is just around the corner and there’s a beast of a tag match in the main event, I get nostalgic. I still don’t know who’ll be in my corner come the cup, but I want to be there, I want to get further than last year, and I want to give a good account of my prestigious tag pedigree in front of a SWAT crowd.

I will talk again from the ring in Atlanta and look the crowd I’m performing for right in the eye, lay down my intent and give thanks for their patronage and hospitality. Until then, adios amigos.


(Eddie clicks a button on the camera remote and the video ends abruptly.)



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