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Post by MongotheDestroyer on Sept 3, 2021 6:19:41 GMT -5
[We open to a jam packed Wembley Stadium, London England. The camera pans the audience, jumping up and down like wild, as Playerunknown's Battlegrounds Song _ I Will Not Lose! Hits, then the Battleground logo comes up on the SWAT Tron. ]
Warren W Webber : Hello SWAT LAND ... and welcome to BATTLEGROUND!!!
Melvyn : International Championship on the line tonight Waz, with new champ Daniel Collins defending against Massacre Member Malyce!
Warren W Webber : Now two time Champion Collins! Also tonight we have Vile Vince Viper going one on one with another member of Massacre ... the huge masked monster, Menace!
Melvyn : Vile is going to burn him alive! Burn that mask right off his fat head so we can all see what we all know already that that is Soutter under there.
Warren W Webber : You dont know that Melvyn.
Melvyn : You dont know what i know. If i say i know something, i know it! Like i KNOW youre about to go to Frank for the first match.
Warren W Webber : Ok Melvyn, if you say so, lets go to Fra ... Damnit!
Frank Salazar : LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL. Introducing first, one half of the BRO CODE AND WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPION .... THE RULER ... PAUL BLAIR!!!!
["OOOUUU", by Young M.A. blare over the house PA and the crowd blows the roof nearly off the building as out walks "Britain's #1 Bad Boy" Calum Morgan wearing a blue shirt that has two fists fist pounding on the front and the "#BroCode" logo on the back, blue loose fitting Calvin Klein jeans and a custom pair of blue and gold Nike Air Jordan's made especially for in ring action. Calum drags his SWAT World Tag Team Title behind him in a cocky manner. Walking beside him is his partner "The Ruler" Paul Blair who is wearing old school blue trunks, a "#BroCode" t-shirt and matching blue wrestling boots. He is of course sporting his 80's sunglasses and a cocky grin. He has his SWAT World Tag Title drapes over his left shoulder. They both get halfway to the ring when they stop, and take off their shirts and throw them into the crowd then give the #BroCode fist pound side to first each other, then a couple of lucky fans at ringside. Then Blair hits the ring and Calum heads to the commentary booth.
Melvyn : Calum! Man, thanks for joining us in commentary for this match, its great to see you man.
Calum Morgan : Yeah, yeah. Great to see too mates. You didnt think i would miss this show did you, one half of the World Tag Team Champions set to school the Golden Boy in Jolly Old England! My home country!
Warren W Webber : Bro Code sure is the talk of SWAT Calum, its great to have you with us down here.
Melvyn : Look at you fawning all over him like a teenage girl Waz, please, how about a little dignity. Calum, would you like a drink?
Calum Morgan : (laughing) Maybe after the show mate.
Warren W Webber : If anyone is fawning its you Melvyn! A drink? Come on, thats just embarrassing, sorry about this Calum.
Melvyn : Embarrassing, well, i think you just count yourself out on our party after the show Waz, hey Calum.
Calum Morgan : Easy fellas, look at The Ruler in there. This guy is a throw back and a technical genius. He is going to tie this Golden Girl up in knots. When did we sign Betty White up here anyway at SWAT?
Frank Salazar : And introducing his opponent ... THE GOLDEN BOY!!!! RODERICK CAGE!!!!!
[Unhinged by Dale Oliver hits and out to the rampway come five beautiful valets, Marie Rose, Lisa Hamilton, Melody, Sarah Bryant &Helena Douglas. They all separate and leave a guard of honor and Roderick makes his way down through the middle, and they ring arms with him and all head down to the ring.]
Warren W Webber : Man, he has him some girls.
Melvyn : FIVE? Wow! Who is this guy?
Calum Morgan : Oy, he goes alright. (laughing) Thats breakfast for me mate! (yelling out to Cage) Where is the main course!
Warren W Webber : Youre too much Calum. Blair looking on in a check this guy out pose, then the bell rings and we are under way.
Melvyn : Cage and Blair circle and as they go to hook up, Blair pulls back and then theatrically takes off his old school sunglasses. He places them carefully in the corner, and then indicates he is ready to go.
Calum Morgan : Man, he loves them sunnies. Knock his block off Blair!
Warren W Webber : Collar and elbow tie up, Golden Boy Cage with a nice arm drag.
Melvyn : Blair a bit surprised. He comes in and nice move by Cage, hip tosses Blair over, then as Blair is getting back to his feet, delivers a beautiful drop kick.
Calum Morgan : Cage is the real deal! But it takes more than a few arm drags and hip tosses to get over on the Bro Code!
Warren W Webber : European Uppercut from Blair rocks Cage, and another, and another. Blair then hooks him and overhead belly to belly suplex!
Melvyn : Cage slides out of the ring and the valets swoon over him.
Calum Morgan : Theyll be feeding us grapes by nights end Melv, mark my words.
[Melvyn fists pumps with glee like a child at Christmas.]
Warren W Webber : Cage slides back in to the ring and another tie up, throws Blair to the ropes, Cage ducks a clothesline and Blair bounces ... another drop kick from Cage! Shades of the Killer Bees with that one! Spot on!
Melvyn : Timeless is well known as the best drop kick in the game, but man o man, this guy is poetry in motion.
Calum Morgan : He has the makings a champion, credit where its due.
Warren W Webber : Blair with a side Russian leg sweep, then drops a knee to the chest of Roderick. So Calum, whats coming up for the Bro Code and yourself?
Melvyn : Keep Up Waz! We are going out after the show man!
Calum Morgan : Well, Waz, mate, after this show we have the Memorial show for Packer and Tanner. In that show i, and Paul will both be competing in the Challenge of Champions match. The winner earning a Golden Ticket to the World Title match at Helloween!
Warren W Webber : What a great World Champion you will make.
Melvyn : He already is one Waz, World Tag Team Champion. Jeez.
Calum Morgan : Two belts are better than one. And five valets are better than 4! Oi! Darling ... come on over here for a minute.
[Calum calls out to one of the valets and she starts moving over and Cage notices and slides out of the ring and blocks Calum, telling Melody to move to the other side of the ring.]
Warren W Webber : Man, what a spoil sport! Blair bounces off the ropes and baseball slide drop kicks the unsuspecting Cage. He then high fives Calum, and grabs Cage by the hair and rams his head into the commentary table.
Melvyn : Have a drink Paul.
[Melvyn passes a bottle of water to The Ruler, who splashes some on Cage then takes a long drink .... LOW BLOW by Cage!]
Calum Morgan : Come on mate! Thats just not kosher!
[Cage grabs the bottle and throws it at Calum. Calum fumes but then shrugs it off, and grabs the bottle, casually taking a sip. Cage stomps on Blair and then tosses him back into the ring.]
Warren W Webber : Man Calum, thought he was going to trigger you there for a second.
Calum Morgan : Me too. (Calum chuckles)
Warren W Webber : Golden boy with a full nelson facebuster, a discuss elbow smash ... running big boot! Cover by Cage
One ..........................
Two ..........................
Th ... kick out by Blair.
Melvyn : Blair with a bear hug, BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!
Calum Morgan : Blair is the king of the Suplex mates.
Warren W Webber : Blair with a Nothern Lights suplex! Brutal!
Melvyn : Hey Melvyn, whats all this Mutant stuff he was going on about?
Calum Morgan : Operation SAM?
Warren W Webber : Blair with a stalled verticle suplex, all the blood of Golden Boy is rushing to his head!
Melvyn : Yeah, Operation Sam, and mutants and stuff.
Calum Morgan : Its a personal thing for The Ruler. He has a battle there and ... Oi! Whats all this then mates?
[Wolverine (or someone dressed as him) as if on que as soon as they bring up Operation SAM and the mutants is running to the ring and he jumps on the apron and slashes at Blair with Freddy Krueger like blades on his hands.]
Warren W Webber : WOLVERINE! WOLVERINE IS IN SWAT!!!
Melvyn : As Blair evaded the slash of Wolverine, Cage caught him with a swinging neck breaker, it was a thing of beauty! He just flows does the Golden Boy!
Calum Morgan : This aint right! (takes off his set and heads to the ring)
Warren W Webber : Blair reeling still from the attempted slash ... ARGENTINE BACK BREAKER FROM CAGE! Cover ....
One ......................
Two .................... (hooks a leg)
Thre .... (Blair rolls the shoulder.)
Melvyn : Just kicked out at the last second. Calum is yelling at Wolverine to get out of here, Wolverine brandishes his knives at Calum, and Calum ducks under them then pop up cutters him!!!
Warren W Webber : Calum Morgan just pop up Cuttered Wolverine!
Melvyn : Thats the last thing i thought we would be calling tonight!
Warren W Webber : Cage tells Morgan to get off Wolverine yelling over the ropes ..... BACKSTABBER!!!! Blair with the Backstabber on Roderick Cage!!!! Cover by Blair!
One ..........................
Two .........................
THREE!!!!!!!
Melvyn : Blair wins it! Huge victory there to The Ruler and Bro Code!
Warren W Webber : Nice outing too by the Golden Boy, i think we will be seeing big things in his future.
Frank Salazar : Winner of the match ... THE RULER ... PAUL BLAIR!!!!
Melvyn : Calum jumps in the ring and helps Blair put his sunnies on and raises his arm as "OOOUUU", Young M.A. still blares thru the Wembley arena.
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Post by MongotheDestroyer on Sept 3, 2021 6:20:06 GMT -5
Warren Webber: It is time for one of the ugliest feuds in SWAT to come to a head, as Simply Amazing Spike Nelson goes one on one with Beelzebozo!
Melvyn: and there are no pin falls or submissions in this one, the only way to win is to make your way to the DJ booth, and play the recording of yourself rapping!
Warren Webber: Thats the strangest stipulation I ever heard.
Melvyn: It is a match between a human cartoon character and an alcoholic clown. Was anyone going to take it seriously?
[Dare to be Stupid by Weird Al Yankovic blares over the PA system, and the curtains part to reveal Simply Amazing Spike Nelson. Spike burst forth, his wild blond hair uncombed, wearing his usual garb of Adidas track pants, wrestling boots designed to look like Converse Chuck Taylor All-Stars, and his Spot Monkey t-shirt, available for sale at Hot Topics everywhere! Spike races down the ramp, leaps onto the apron, does a slingshot front flip into the ring, and starts breakdancing
.. badly. He kips up and strieks a pose, soaking in the roar of the crowd.]
Frank Salazar: In the ring at this time, from the Jersey Shore, one half of the greatest tag team of all time, Better Than Sex
..here is SIMPLY AMAZING SPIKE NELSON!!!
**MEGA POP!**
Warren Webber: Why is this guy so popular?
Melvyn: Its a mystery to me.
[The arena goes silent. No music plays. The place goes dark. A single spotlight shines on the entrance, and Beelzebozo shambles out of the back. He is even more drunk and broken inside than usual. The lack of music or any kind of entrance sends a chill through the arena.
Frank Salazar: And his opponent, from Huntington, West Virginia, he is the Clown prince of Chaos
.. BEELZEBOZO!
**HEEL HEAT**
Warren Webber: Buster Friendly looking even more lost than usual.
Melvyn: He doesnt even have his sack of weapons!
[Beelzebozo walks down to the ringside area, and starts to drunkenly climb the ring steps. As he is reaching for the ropes to enter the ring, Spike races across the ring, leaps over the top rope, and grabs Bozo on his way down, bringing him crashing to the outside with a sunset flip powerbomb!]
Warren Webber: OH MY GOD! They are wasting no time and did you see Beelzebozos head smack off the concrete!?!
Melvyn: I think he is concussed two seconds into this match!
[Beelzebozo grabs the back of his head in pain, and Spike leaps to his feet, motioning for the crowd to cheer him on. Spike jumps up onto the apron and stalks his prey, waiting for Beelze to get back to his feet. Buster starts to stand and Spike runs down the rampway, taking flight and crashing into Buster with a shooting star press!]
Warren Webber: Great athleticism by Spike Nelson!
Melvyn: There is nobody else like him in the world of professional wrestling!
[Spike gets up and grabs a fistful of Beelzes colored hair to raise him to his feet as well. Spike Irish whips Bozo to the ringside barricade, but the clown reverses it, and Spike goes crashing back first into the unforgiving steel structure. Beelze grabs Spike and flings him into the ring apron, then the barricade, then the ring apron, then the barricade, leaving his body to fall in a crumpled heap.]
Warren Webber: These two are going to war! No feeling out process here!
Melvyn: This is a personal rivalry, and these two are bringing the hate!
[Beelze straddles Spike and rains punches down on his face and forehead. Beelzebozo lifts Spike up, then sends him crashing down across his knee with a gutbuster. Spike rolls up in pain, trying to catch his breath, but Beelzebozo gives him no chance to recover, lifting him up again, running across the ringside area, and hurling him into the barricade with a buckle bomb!]
Warren Webber: Spike just got wiped out!
Melvyn: Beelzebozo punishing him at the ringside area!
[Beelzebozo walks over to the time keeper and grabs his chair out from under him, tossing it towards Spike. He then does the same with the ring announcers chair, carrying it with him towards his opponent.]
Warren Webber: Two chairs?
Melvyn: What does he have in mind here?
[Beelzebozo lifts up the chair and crashes it down on Spikes back. The Jersey Shore Spot Monkey arches his back and yells in pain, but Bozo is still right on top of him. Beelse takes one of the chairs, and sticks Spikes head through the opening on the back of it so that he is wearing it like a bizarre necklace. Beelze then takes the second chair and swings it at Spike, nailing the first chair and sending it flying into the third row. Spike crumples to the floor, not moving.]
Warren Webber: Beelzebozo just swung for the fences!
Melvyn: Thats going to be a lawsuit!
[Bozo lifts up Spikes unmoving body and leans it against the ring post. He then picks up the chair again and swings it towards Spikes face, but Spike ducks at the last second and the chair connects with the post, making a sound so loud old women throw up in fear. Beelze turns to take another shot at Spike, but Spike superkicks the chair into Beelzes face, sending him down to the floor and the chair flying.]
Warren Webber: SUPERKICK OUT OF NOWHERE!
Melvyn: Spikes favorite move!
[Beelze crawls across the floor, using the stairs to bring himself up, as Spike tries to catch his breath after the brutal beating he had received. As Beelze starts to stand, Spike races around the ring in the opposite direction, until he comes up upon the stairs Beelze is holding on to for support. Spike runs up the side of them, hooks Beelzes head, and hits a tornado DDT on the drunken clown.]
Warren Webber: I think Beelze just got a second concussion!
Melvyn: What a DDT! Spike is lighting fast!
[As Beelze is laid out on the ground, Spike rolls into the ring. Slamming his hands on the mat, Spike gets the crown to clap along, urging him on. Beelze begins to rise, his abck to the ring, and Spike hits the ropes. As he races across the ring, Spike then leaps into the air, landing on the top rope in one motion, which he then uses to do a springboard shooting star press, grabbing a hold of Beelzebozs head and dropping him to the arena floor with a Spike Cutter!]
Warren Webber: I DO NOT BELIEVE WHAT I JUST SAW!!!
Melvyn: WHO DOES MOVES LIKE THAT???
Warren Webber: Only one man can even think to pull that of, and its Spike Nelson!
Melvyn: That is why he is called Simply Amazing!
:CROWD: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
[Both men lay on the ground not moving, as the crowd gives them a standing ovation.]
Warren Webber: Neither man seems to be moving, but this crowd is on their feet!
Melvyn: Can you blame them? That was the most incredible move I ever saw!
[The crowd feeding him energy, Spike starts to show signs of life. He staggers to his feet and cocks his hand like a gun, pointing it at Beelzebozo. As Beelze starts to stand, Spike races towards him, jumping u into a hurricanrana, but Beelze doesnt flip over, instead spinning his body 180 degrees and countering with a thunderous powerbomb onto the ring steps!]
Warren Webber: Somebody needs to stop this match! These guys are going to cripple each other!
Melvyn: it wont stop until we hear that rap song!
Warren Webber: How can such brutality be ended by such a ridiculous stipulation?
Melvyn: Welcome to SWAT, where insanity is the order of the day!
Warren Webber: How much more can these two do?
Melvyn: I have no idea. This match has only been going on for a few minutes, but I feel like they have done enough damage to each other to make it feel like a match three times its length.
[[Spike lays on the steps, not moving. Bozo grabs a hold of another chair, and brings it crashing down onto Spikes head! The crowd lets out a groan, as Spikes head has nowhere to go. Beelze holds the chair up and stands over his opponent, who has been busted open.]
Warren Webber: Spikes head exploded after that impact!
Melvyn: He is a bloody mess and somebody needs to get out here and stop this.
Warren Webber: This isnt a wrestling match, this is a war.
Melvyn: These two legitimately hate each other, and they will stop at nothing to win.
[Beelze lays the chair down on Spikes head, then climbs up onto the ring apron. He takes a running start, then leaps off the apron with a front somersault, cannonballing onto Spike, but Spike moves out of the way at the last instant, and Beelze crashes down onto the stairs!]
Warren Webber: He tried to end his career and he may have crippled himself in the process!
Melvyn: Did you hear the impact when Beelze hit those stairs? That was sickening! He may never walk again!
[Beelze lays on top of the steps, his body folded across them. Spike lays on the outside, breathing heavily, then starts to stir. Spike grabs a hold of the chair and uses it to stand up. He staggers over to Beelzebozo, and sends the chair crashing down across his face!]
Warren Webber: OH MY GOD!
Melvyn: These two have gone full blown sadistic on each other!
Warren Webber: I didnt know Spike had this killer instinct in him!
Melvyn: He is Vile Vince Vipers grandson, its in his blood!
[Spike looks down, and Beelze is now also covered in his own blood. Spike raises the chair into the air with one hand, smiling as his own blood pours down his face and onto his shirt.]
Warren Webber: The crowd is roaring their approval as Spike shows them the blood and guts of both these men.
Melvyn: These sick freaks in the audience are loving it!
[Spike raises the chair up overhead again with both hands.]
Spike: KING KONG AINT GOT SHIT ON ME!!!
[Spike brings the chair down again and again on top of Beelzebozos head beating him unconscious. Spike then lays the chair down across Beelzebozos head and slides into the ring. Spike leaps up onto the top turnbuckle, steadies himself, then does a front flip over the post to the outside, landing feet first onto the chair and driving it, and Beelebozos head, into the unforgiving steel steps!]
Warren Webber: HE KILLED HIM! SPIKE JUST KILLED HIM!
Melvyn: Beelzebozo is not moving.
Warren Webber: GET SOMEBODY OUT HERE, GOD DAMN IT! ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!
Melvyn: Blood is everywhere at ringside, and Beelzebozo may have lasting damage here.
[Spike crumbles to the outside, his legs taking quite a bit of damage from the insane move he just pulled off. Beelzebozo slumps off of the steps and lays on the ground, unconscious. Spike starts to rise, but falls back down. Trying a second time, he gets to his feet. Spike walks over to Beelzebozo, and sees he isnt moving. Confident the match is over, Spike starts to stumble his way up the ramp.]
Warren Webber: Spike going for the DJ booth.
Melvyn: This needs to end.
[Beelzebozo starts to stir, reaching under the ring. He pulls out a bottle of Southern Comfort, and pops it open, bringing the bottle to his lips and drinking the whiskey. As if it was Popeye eating his Spinnich, Beelzebozo rises to his feet, a crazed look in his eyes. He races down the ram after Spike, and leaps up, planting him with a Bulldog!]
Warren Webber: WHAT!?! HOW!?!
Melvyn: This guy isnt human!
[Beelze reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a lighter. As Spike rises, Beelze flicks the lighter on, then spits the whiskey out, creating a fireball that hits Spike in the face! Spike shrieks in pain and falls off the ramp, as Beelze throws the bottle at him, hitting him right in the head.]
Warren Webber: Spike has been burned!
Melvyn: I dont believe it!
[Beelze, using the last of his strength, staggers into the DJ booth, falling down onto the equipment as he hits the play button.]
Beelzebozo: Spike's the junior partner in his tag team, Vile's the only reason he gets paid/like Joe Pesci in 8 Heads in a Duffel Bag, getting upstaged by David Spade/Your partner is a snake, but I'm the one spitting out venom, your references couldn't be more dated if your jacket was denim/You may be from Jersey but you ain't the Boss, if BTS is so great, why is Marcus your last loss?/when you turned your back on me, it was like tightening the noose/I will put you six feet under, Anonymoose/You keep cracking jokes, and say your lame rhymes/When I'm done, you'll be deader than Optimus Prime!
Warren Webber: Beelzebozos rap!
Melvyn: He did it!
**DING DING**
Frank Salazar: the winner of this match
.. BEELZEBOZO!!!
Warren Webber: Can you even call that a winner? Look at him, he cant even stand he ahs lost so much blood!
Melvyn: There are no winners in this one
.only survivors.
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Post by MongotheDestroyer on Sept 3, 2021 6:20:26 GMT -5
Frank Salazar- This is a one fall Tag Team Contest. Coming down the ring Team Fairtexxxx. And their opponents Strike Forceeeeeee.
Bell Rings- Ding Ding Ding
Warren W Webber : Well, we have a big tag team match here in Team Fairtex facing Strike Force, this should be interesting.
Melvyn : Well we will find out here as Shane and Tong lock up and Tong just shoves Shane across the ring with one push of strength, that's amazing right there. And Shane just shrugs it off and go to attempt another lockup and a drop toe hold from Shane to Tong
Warren W Webber : And as Tong stands up and looks at Shane and waits for Shane to come at him and out of no where a Double A type Spinebuster. Tong grabs a handful of hair and throws Shane over the top rope to the floor. Tong in the ring tags in Phantam, Shane gets thrown in by his partner Nick. And Shane tags in Nick as he rolled to the corner.
Melvyn : I just want to see lots of blood and that would make my day great here tonight.
Warren W Webber : You may see it and Nick comes charging at Phantam and clothesline to Phantam and he gets up and another clothesline and a third clothesline, Nick is on fire and he drop kicks Tong off the apron, and as Tong comes in the ring the ref holds him off and now a double team on Phantam as they both got him surrounded and BAM double Superkick for Phantam's troubles and Phantam drops like a ton of bricks.
Melvyn : Damn a Double Superkick usually a pin would follow but no one is covering Phantam. But now Shane is back in was there a legal tag well who cares. Shane is stomping away at Phantam and climbs up to the top rope awaiting Phantam to stand as he does and delivers a missile dropkick off the top rope.
Warren W Webber : Yes and Phantam in trouble. Shane slowly lifts up Phantam kicks in the gut and delivers a DDT. And Shane finally makes a cover here.
Ref Counts;
One
Two
Th kicks out
Melvyn : Phantam kicks out at Two. Shane goes tags in Nick, as Nick lifts up Phantam and delivers a belly to belly suplex with authority. Nick is up and stomping away and Phantam needs to tag in Tong, I think Tong is ready to destroy someone. Nick takes Phantam bouncing off the ropes and delivers a drop kick, and a beautiful drop kick as well. I honestly don't think Phantam knows where he is at the moment from the beating he is taking. Nick again sends Phantam off the ropes and he was preparing for a back body drop and Phantam kicks the chest and delivers a powerful clothesline dropping Nick. And now both guys are down and Phantam is reaching for his partner Tong.
Warren W Webber : Blood Blood Blood. Hehe. I want blood and Nick tags in Shane and Shane leaps half the ring to nail Phantam. And now Phantam stands up tries to kick Shane and Shane grabs the leg and Phantam his insecury and tags in Tong and oh my Tong is heated and clotheslines Shane and runs over to knock Nick off the apron. Tong is stance stalking Shane and grabs him by the throat and delivers a massive chokeslam from hell. I still want blood. Damn it no blood.
Melvyn : Tong takes Shane up and sets him across his shoulders and delivers a spine painfully backbreaker. And now Tong showing off to the crowd, bad idea and Shane waits as he turns delivers a knee to the stomach and lifts him up in the air BAM a piledriver. Shane moves Tong to the closest corner buckle as Tong laid out. Shane calls his finisher. Heads up to the top and lands a 450 splash that is it. I think its over as he covers Tong.
REF COUNTS
One
Two
Thre kicks out
Warren W Webber : I can't believe it at last second Tong kicks out and Shane is losing it to the ref. Ref saying it was a two count. Phantam kneels down setting up Shane and he turns around. GORE GORE GORE. Phantam hits Shane but can't make the pin. As he is reaching for Tong and he tags in Tong.
Melvyn : Tong takes Shane and throws him across the ring to Nick as Tong takes Nick and delivers a big boot to the face. Tong takes Nick and sits him up on the top rope and Tong heads up and lifts up Nick and nails a Superplex from the top rope and Nick is feeling that more than Tong. And Tong takes Nick lifts him up and nails a sit down powerbomb, and covers nick.
ref counts
one
two
thre.. no kick out
Warren W Webber : OMG Nick kicks out! This is amazing and crowds cheering this is awesome.
( Crowds cheering THIS IS AWESOME THIS IS AWESOME )
Melvyn :b Look we got company. Top Guys running down the ring Scott Drake and Dash Walker, Top Guys take out the ref from behind, and now trying to end Shane and Nick by beating both men senseless, Wait look at this Calum Morgan and Paul Blair coming out now.
Warren W Webber : This is an all out beatdown on everyone here what the hell is going on. They eliminate Tong and destroy Phantam and now Calum and Paul come beating up on everyone else here. Nick without notice wakes ref from unconsciousness and covers Phantam for the pin.
Ref Counts
One
Two
Threeeeeeee.
( Bell Rings Ding Ding Ding )
Melvyn : Its over now but the attacks still going on but winners after this melee. Strike Force. And the fight still going on
Frank Salazar- WINNERS OF THIS MATCH BY PINFALL STRIKE FORCEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
Warren W Webber : Tag Team Champions are out here and everyone making a statement. Top Guys taking out winners Strike Force, Team Fairtex is out. I see reason Top Guys wanted in this match. Wait Scott Drake has a microphone.
Scott Drake- ( with microphone ). We are tired of this. We are the best team in SWAT Today and we should be the ones in these big Tag Team Matches. Just remember that. ( Calum is standing beside Scott and tapping him on the shoulder in agreeance, Scott thinks its his partner and is full of enthusiasm after there display, turns to face him brimming with Pride and sees its Calum, hes eyes open wide and WHAM! Eats a Pop Up Cutter!)
Melvyn : Calum having the last say with the Bro Code showing THEY are the force in tag teams here at SWAT!
Warren W Webber : What will the repercussions be from this? Well we will just have to wait and see for ourselves.
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Post by MongotheDestroyer on Sept 3, 2021 6:21:03 GMT -5
( As HB is preparing for his match he leaving locker room interviewer Tye Gibson with cameras and cameramen stop HB )
Tye Gibson- HB can we have a moment of your time please?
HB- Well being the Murmur and earl of hell guardian of the gate. How can I help you Mr Gibson.
Tye- You have upcoming match with James Fierce, he plans on taking the Hardcore Title tonight he claims. Your Thoughts?
HB- My thoughts are simple like I did ending the career of Industrial Man, I will destroy James Fierce and bring him to my version of hell that he will not be able to escape from.
Tye- As of late you have many enemies coming for you because of some of your actions. Care to respond?
HB- First off, I am not worried about who likes me or not. I have backup if needed. But tonight is special for me as I do what it takes to shut up James Fierce hoping forever. See you ask me all these questions like I am the bad guy here when you should be asking James Fierce and Goth and all them what they really have against me and I can tell you one word that they have against me.
Tye- And that is?
HB- Jealously!!!!
Tye- Why do you think these guys are jealous when they have made it to top of SWAT and your just for now Hardcore Champion and never been to the top of the mountain here?
HB- What kind of question is that? I signed a contract in February 2017 in this company. Renewed it a year later and all I have been is Hardcore Champion that is true but see we have about 5 months or less left in 2018 and Helloween is coming up, and I now demand to be in the World Title Match to prove im the best of the best.
Tye- Any final thoughts?
HB- Yeah starting next week, I have brought back my personal interviewer and he will interview me because your stupid as hell questions should cost you a beating. now leave go away.
Tye- There you have it. Tonight Hells Bouncer v James Fierce, who walks out Hardcore Champion.
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Post by MongotheDestroyer on Sept 3, 2021 6:22:00 GMT -5
Warren W Webber : Wow, the Massacre just took it to James Fierce, and now, their head honcho Menace is going one on one with Vile Vince Viper, what an epic contest this shapes to be.
Who's The Man by the Killers blares and Kim Parish walks out to the ramp way, she stands at the top of the ramp then does the two hand point to the entrance and Menace makes his way out. He storms past her and makes his way down to the ring, the masked monster power walking with purpose and intent. He stops and removes a mask from his head, he had another underneath and gives it to a small child, who joyfully puts it on.
Frank Salazar : Ladies and Gentleman, the following contest is a fireball slash mist in the eyes match. First person to execute a successful fireball or mist in the opponents eyes, wins, kids, dont try this at home. Introducing first, currently in the ring accompanied by Kimberly Parish, hailing from parts unknown, weight unknown .... MENACE!!!!
And introducing his opponent, hailing from Bucharest, Romania, coming in at 59 & 259 lbs .... VILE VINCE VIPER!!!!
Ramones cover of "It's a wonderful world" hits and Triple V makes his way out to the ramp way, the crowd booing and jeering him, man, they hate this guy, he mocks them making his way to the ring, stopping to antagonise several sections on his way down, some get heated and near look like will get out of control and he dismisses them and moves to the next lot, he then makes his way into the ring and starts stretching in the corner.
Melvyn : These two last met at New Years Nightmare in the Las Vegas St Fight, Viper coming out victorious that night, as most, my money is on him again tonight.
Warren W Webber : These two? I dont recall Menace and Vile ever facing before.
Melvyn : Just stop Waz. We all know Menace is Suit and that they faced off at New Years Nightmare, please, enough of the facade.
Warren W Webber : Facade, o, you have proof of this? I dont recall ever seeing Menace unmasked.
Melvyn : Referee is giving instruction to both men and calls for the bell, as it rings, Viper right away blows mist right at Menace, but Menace somehow swerves his big frame out of the way, and the mist goes right in the eyes of the ref, and he flays on the ring, screaming in pain and blinded.
Warren W Webber : The ref is blinded! Vile went for the mist right on the bell and Menace was ready for it. Menace grabs Vile and delivers a thunderous head butt, then a second, and then holds Vile up by his dyed black hair and crunches him with a third headbutt. Menace then poses for the crowd as a new ref runs down to the ring.
Melvyn : 2nd ref checking on the first, Vile gets to his feet, and Menace unleashes a FIREBALL!!!!! Vile ducks it, and the second ref is consumed in flames! Man o Man! This is unbelievable!
Warren W Webber : Road Agents run from everywhere with fire extinguishers they had on stand by for one of the wrestlers being fireballed, and put out the ref, but he looks disfigured and has what could be 4th degree burns, the Agents call for some EMTs who usher both refs out, and then a third ref quickly, and warily, if the two can be used to describe one action, takes over the match.
Melvyn : Is that Dan Stein working as a Road Agent? Not the start we were expecting to this one Waz.
Warren W Webber : Vile is laughing at the injured refs and mocking Menace, telling him look at what you just did, Menace is not fazed and circles the Devil of SWAT. Viper signals him to halt, and lets end this, then pulls out some sort of device from his ring gear, he slowly counts to three, then clicks a trigger, a detonator of some kind .... and there is a massive commotion and ruckus in the crowd. The camera switches to the crowd and we see the boy Menace had given his mask too, aflame, a fireball having been triggered by the detonator, Vile set that mask to explode on Menace and he unknowingly had given it to the fan.
Melvyn : Says you unknowingly.
Warren W Webber : Menace is beside himself and rushes to the childs aide, lifting him up and as a stretcher arrives Menace places the boy down on it, WHAM! Vile with a chair shot to the back of Menace!
Melvyn : Menace no sells the chair shot and turns around in fury, and wears another chair shot, right to the head and this one fells him!
Warren W Webber : Viper then smashes the chair a third time to the head of Menace. He is so pleased with himself, he is looking at the injured child being hauled away, and there is unabashed joy in his eyes, this man is sadistic!!
Melvyn : Vile is taunting the crowd, they are incensed at his actions, and he couldnt care less, he is trying to rile them up even more, folks, we could have a riot on our hands here!
Warren W Webber : Vile would like nothing more, he likes to be the main event, he thinks he is the main event, not being the main event eats at his soul, if he has one left, he would cause a riot here if only to be the main event and the rest of the night be cancelled.
Melvyn : And that would be a just desert to the SWAT bookers not having him as main event to begin with.
Warren W Webber : Menace coming too, he sees Viper causing the riot and the place is a tinder box, ready to explode. Menace fiddles with his pants and then unleashes another FIREBALL!!!!
Melvyn : No! Vile was dragged into the crowd, the fans have grabbed him, look!
Warren W Webber : A replay shows a fan with a chain hooking it around Viles neck and dragging him over the rope into the crowd as Menace unleashed the Fireball, and several fans behind them getting lit up.
Melvyn : Who on earth sanctioned such a match! This is madness!
Warren W Webber : Pesci man! Joe Freaken Pesci! He booked this match purely to humiliate and punish Menace against the best in the world. And look at the repercussions!
Melvyn : Menace hops the railing and goes into the crowd, the fans choking Vile out with chain, Menace starts stomping on him while they are choking him, and then several others join in the stomps, and its like a wild mob out there!
Warren W Webber : The fans lift Vile up and start crowd surfing him along, each one he passes punching and whacking him and slapping him, these fans have been tipped over the edge!
Melvyn : Menace trying to keep up and get his hands on Vile, but the crowd is ahead of him now and Vile slides off the surfing and starts crawling through their legs, no one can see where he is, and he comes up around behind Menace and delivers a devastating low blow.
Warren W Webber : Vile goes to grab a chair but a fan holds onto it and doesnt let him, Vile backhanders the fan and grabs the chair and goes to finish off Menace but another fan dives in front of Menace and takes the bullet for him, Vile knocking his lights out with a thunderous chair shot.
Melvyn : On his knees, Menace looks up at Vile, and the close up of Viles face shows he could not be happier, he is in the middle of complete chaos, and loving every second of it!
Warren W Webber : Menace on his knee, following the low blow, measures Vile and sprays him with the mist! NO! Another group of fans just jumped on Viles shoulders and back and forced him to the floor and the mist from Menace misses its mark!
Melvyn : Menace gets to his feet, and there is at least a pile of twenty fans laying on top of Viper. Menace starts pulling them all off him, one, two, three, four, more and more, he removes them all, and Vile isnt there, he isnt under the pile!
Warren W Webber : Viper sprays the mist! Right into the eyes of Menace! NOO!! Another fan just happened to take the bullet, inadvertently walking into the mists path.
Melvyn : Remember this night fans, the night Vile Vince Viper incited a riot and the fans wore the brunt, we will be sued to the cleaners after this mess, and Pesci will be lucky to have a fed left.
Warren W Webber : Huge roundhouse forearm from Menace to Vile, staggers Vile, and he then boots the knee of Menace and falls him. A fan grabs Vile, and Vile head butts him and throws him off into a pile of fans bowling them over like ten pins.
Melvyn : STRIKE! Vile then grabs Menace by the scruff and the back of his pants and runs him at the security rail, and runs him right through it! Genius! He wasnt going to be able to lift him over it!
Warren W Webber : Vile goes under the ring and security is trying to keep all the fans back inside where the barrier was broken, good luck!
Melvyn : Security? Where have they been all match?
Warren W Webber : Vile comes out from under the ring and is holding a bag of something, but Menace is back on his feet and running spears Vile, back first into the steel steps~!
Melvyn : Menace lifts Vile up in a gorilla press and throws him over the top rope and into the ring. Man, he is strong, a real brute!
Warren W Webber : Menace steps over the top rope, and Vile chop blocks him down by the knee. Vile then stomps on the head of Menace. He digs his talons into the eye holes of the mask of Menace and gouges him, blinding him.
Melvyn : Menace is holding his mask, and Vile delivers an exploder suplex~!
Warren W Webber : Wow! Menace tries to get to his feet and Vile with a spinning heel kick, NO! Menace catches him and spins him around and delivers a huge Black hole Slam!!
Melvyn : Menace flexes, posing for the fans and feeling the moment! What a show boat.
Warren W Webber : Menace grabs Vile and lifts him up .... SOUTTER SPECIAL!!! Menace with the Soutter Special!!! (Rikishi driver)
Melvyn : I told you it was him!
Warren W Webber : The move doesnt prove anything (unconvincingly)
Melvyn : Menace drops for the cover, what is he doing?
Warren W Webber : He has forgotten the stips in the madness of the match, and the ref is telling him, no three counts here.
Melvyn : Vile would have kicked out anyway.
Warren W Webber : Menace nods, and reaches into his pants, but seems they are empty. He slides out of the ring and goes to his spokes woman Kim Parish who pulls out something from her bag and passes it to him ... Vile is up on the top rope .... FLYING CROSS BODY, TAKESOUT BOTH PARISH AND MENACE!!!
Melvyn : Never count Viper out!
Warren W Webber : Vile is reaching around for what Parish was giving Menace. He grabs it, and so does Menace, they are tugging at the bag, and Menace rips it off him, he is too strong! Menace quickly tries to active the contents and goes to throw the FIREBALL at Vile, but it doesnt work ... MIST IN THE EYES!!! Vile Vine Viper just blew that tar like mist right into the eyes of the masked Menace! And this one is over!
Melvyn : I knew he would win it! Go Vile! Youre my hero!
Warren W Webber : The ref raises the arm of Vile as Parish desperately tries washing the eyes of Menace out, a fan jumps the rail and jumps on Vipers back, Vile twirls him around and crunches him with a mad scientists bomb to the hard floor!
Melvyn : Folks, dont ever put your hands on a wrestler.
Warren W Webber : Vile lays a boot into the fan for good measure, then exits the arena, Its a Wonderful World reverberating thru the incensed crowd.
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Post by MongotheDestroyer on Sept 3, 2021 6:22:53 GMT -5
Warren W Webber : Wow, the Massacre just took it to James Fierce, and now, their head honcho Menace is going one on one with Vile Vince Viper, what an epic contest this shapes to be.
Who's The Man by the Killers blares and Kim Parish walks out to the ramp way, she stands at the top of the ramp then does the two hand point to the entrance and Menace makes his way out. He storms past her and makes his way down to the ring, the masked monster power walking with purpose and intent. He stops and removes a mask from his head, he had another underneath and gives it to a small child, who joyfully puts it on.
Frank Salazar : Ladies and Gentleman, the following contest is a fireball slash mist in the eyes match. First person to execute a successful fireball or mist in the opponents eyes, wins, kids, dont try this at home. Introducing first, currently in the ring accompanied by Kimberly Parish, hailing from parts unknown, weight unknown .... MENACE!!!!
And introducing his opponent, hailing from Bucharest, Romania, coming in at 59 & 259 lbs .... VILE VINCE VIPER!!!!
Ramones cover of "It's a wonderful world" hits and Triple V makes his way out to the ramp way, the crowd booing and jeering him, man, they hate this guy, he mocks them making his way to the ring, stopping to antagonise several sections on his way down, some get heated and near look like will get out of control and he dismisses them and moves to the next lot, he then makes his way into the ring and starts stretching in the corner.
Melvyn : These two last met at New Years Nightmare in the Las Vegas St Fight, Viper coming out victorious that night, as most, my money is on him again tonight.
Warren W Webber : These two? I dont recall Menace and Vile ever facing before.
Melvyn : Just stop Waz. We all know Menace is Suit and that they faced off at New Years Nightmare, please, enough of the facade.
Warren W Webber : Facade, o, you have proof of this? I dont recall ever seeing Menace unmasked.
Melvyn : Referee is giving instruction to both men and calls for the bell, as it rings, Viper right away blows mist right at Menace, but Menace somehow swerves his big frame out of the way, and the mist goes right in the eyes of the ref, and he flays on the ring, screaming in pain and blinded.
Warren W Webber : The ref is blinded! Vile went for the mist right on the bell and Menace was ready for it. Menace grabs Vile and delivers a thunderous head butt, then a second, and then holds Vile up by his dyed black hair and crunches him with a third headbutt. Menace then poses for the crowd as a new ref runs down to the ring.
Melvyn : 2nd ref checking on the first, Vile gets to his feet, and Menace unleashes a FIREBALL!!!!! Vile ducks it, and the second ref is consumed in flames! Man o Man! This is unbelievable!
Warren W Webber : Road Agents run from everywhere with fire extinguishers they had on stand by for one of the wrestlers being fireballed, and put out the ref, but he looks disfigured and has what could be 4th degree burns, the Agents call for some EMTs who usher both refs out, and then a third ref quickly, and warily, if the two can be used to describe one action, takes over the match.
Melvyn : Is that Dan Stein working as a Road Agent? Not the start we were expecting to this one Waz.
Warren W Webber : Vile is laughing at the injured refs and mocking Menace, telling him look at what you just did, Menace is not fazed and circles the Devil of SWAT. Viper signals him to halt, and lets end this, then pulls out some sort of device from his ring gear, he slowly counts to three, then clicks a trigger, a detonator of some kind .... and there is a massive commotion and ruckus in the crowd. The camera switches to the crowd and we see the boy Menace had given his mask too, aflame, a fireball having been triggered by the detonator, Vile set that mask to explode on Menace and he unknowingly had given it to the fan.
Melvyn : Says you unknowingly.
Warren W Webber : Menace is beside himself and rushes to the childs aide, lifting him up and as a stretcher arrives Menace places the boy down on it, WHAM! Vile with a chair shot to the back of Menace!
Melvyn : Menace no sells the chair shot and turns around in fury, and wears another chair shot, right to the head and this one fells him!
Warren W Webber : Viper then smashes the chair a third time to the head of Menace. He is so pleased with himself, he is looking at the injured child being hauled away, and there is unabashed joy in his eyes, this man is sadistic!!
Melvyn : Vile is taunting the crowd, they are incensed at his actions, and he couldnt care less, he is trying to rile them up even more, folks, we could have a riot on our hands here!
Warren W Webber : Vile would like nothing more, he likes to be the main event, he thinks he is the main event, not being the main event eats at his soul, if he has one left, he would cause a riot here if only to be the main event and the rest of the night be cancelled.
Melvyn : And that would be a just desert to the SWAT bookers not having him as main event to begin with.
Warren W Webber : Menace coming too, he sees Viper causing the riot and the place is a tinder box, ready to explode. Menace fiddles with his pants and then unleashes another FIREBALL!!!!
Melvyn : No! Vile was dragged into the crowd, the fans have grabbed him, look!
Warren W Webber : A replay shows a fan with a chain hooking it around Viles neck and dragging him over the rope into the crowd as Menace unleashed the Fireball, and several fans behind them getting lit up.
Melvyn : Who on earth sanctioned such a match! This is madness!
Warren W Webber : Pesci man! Joe Freaken Pesci! He booked this match purely to humiliate and punish Menace against the best in the world. And look at the repercussions!
Melvyn : Menace hops the railing and goes into the crowd, the fans choking Vile out with chain, Menace starts stomping on him while they are choking him, and then several others join in the stomps, and its like a wild mob out there!
Warren W Webber : The fans lift Vile up and start crowd surfing him along, each one he passes punching and whacking him and slapping him, these fans have been tipped over the edge!
Melvyn : Menace trying to keep up and get his hands on Vile, but the crowd is ahead of him now and Vile slides off the surfing and starts crawling through their legs, no one can see where he is, and he comes up around behind Menace and delivers a devastating low blow.
Warren W Webber : Vile goes to grab a chair but a fan holds onto it and doesnt let him, Vile backhanders the fan and grabs the chair and goes to finish off Menace but another fan dives in front of Menace and takes the bullet for him, Vile knocking his lights out with a thunderous chair shot.
Melvyn : On his knees, Menace looks up at Vile, and the close up of Viles face shows he could not be happier, he is in the middle of complete chaos, and loving every second of it!
Warren W Webber : Menace on his knee, following the low blow, measures Vile and sprays him with the mist! NO! Another group of fans just jumped on Viles shoulders and back and forced him to the floor and the mist from Menace misses its mark!
Melvyn : Menace gets to his feet, and there is at least a pile of twenty fans laying on top of Viper. Menace starts pulling them all off him, one, two, three, four, more and more, he removes them all, and Vile isnt there, he isnt under the pile!
Warren W Webber : Viper sprays the mist! Right into the eyes of Menace! NOO!! Another fan just happened to take the bullet, inadvertently walking into the mists path.
Melvyn : Remember this night fans, the night Vile Vince Viper incited a riot and the fans wore the brunt, we will be sued to the cleaners after this mess, and Pesci will be lucky to have a fed left.
Warren W Webber : Huge roundhouse forearm from Menace to Vile, staggers Vile, and he then boots the knee of Menace and falls him. A fan grabs Vile, and Vile head butts him and throws him off into a pile of fans bowling them over like ten pins.
Melvyn : STRIKE! Vile then grabs Menace by the scruff and the back of his pants and runs him at the security rail, and runs him right through it! Genius! He wasnt going to be able to lift him over it!
Warren W Webber : Vile goes under the ring and security is trying to keep all the fans back inside where the barrier was broken, good luck!
Melvyn : Security? Where have they been all match?
Warren W Webber : Vile comes out from under the ring and is holding a bag of something, but Menace is back on his feet and running spears Vile, back first into the steel steps~!
Melvyn : Menace lifts Vile up in a gorilla press and throws him over the top rope and into the ring. Man, he is strong, a real brute!
Warren W Webber : Menace steps over the top rope, and Vile chop blocks him down by the knee. Vile then stomps on the head of Menace. He digs his talons into the eye holes of the mask of Menace and gouges him, blinding him.
Melvyn : Menace is holding his mask, and Vile delivers an exploder suplex~!
Warren W Webber : Wow! Menace tries to get to his feet and Vile with a spinning heel kick, NO! Menace catches him and spins him around and delivers a huge Black hole Slam!!
Melvyn : Menace flexes, posing for the fans and feeling the moment! What a show boat.
Warren W Webber : Menace grabs Vile and lifts him up .... SOUTTER SPECIAL!!! Menace with the Soutter Special!!! (Rikishi driver)
Melvyn : I told you it was him!
Warren W Webber : The move doesnt prove anything (unconvincingly)
Melvyn : Menace drops for the cover, what is he doing?
Warren W Webber : He has forgotten the stips in the madness of the match, and the ref is telling him, no three counts here.
Melvyn : Vile would have kicked out anyway.
Warren W Webber : Menace nods, and reaches into his pants, but seems they are empty. He slides out of the ring and goes to his spokes woman Kim Parish who pulls out something from her bag and passes it to him ... Vile is up on the top rope .... FLYING CROSS BODY, TAKESOUT BOTH PARISH AND MENACE!!!
Melvyn : Never count Viper out!
Warren W Webber : Vile is reaching around for what Parish was giving Menace. He grabs it, and so does Menace, they are tugging at the bag, and Menace rips it off him, he is too strong! Menace quickly tries to active the contents and goes to throw the FIREBALL at Vile, but it doesnt work ... MIST IN THE EYES!!! Vile Vine Viper just blew that tar like mist right into the eyes of the masked Menace! And this one is over!
Melvyn : I knew he would win it! Go Vile! Youre my hero!
Warren W Webber : The ref raises the arm of Vile as Parish desperately tries washing the eyes of Menace out, a fan jumps the rail and jumps on Vipers back, Vile twirls him around and crunches him with a mad scientists bomb to the hard floor!
Melvyn : Folks, dont ever put your hands on a wrestler.
Warren W Webber : Vile lays a boot into the fan for good measure, then exits the arena, Its a Wonderful World reverberating thru the incensed crowd.
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Post by MongotheDestroyer on Sept 3, 2021 6:23:11 GMT -5
[We fade in on "The Industrial Man" Attila Balan, who sits in a high tech hospital bed. You can hear the roar of the audience bleed through the arena to the broadcast truck playing the footage, as I-Man's faithful fans breath a sigh of relief for the most popular man in SWAT. The wonderful mechanical man who is a friend to all but hates nature, looked like he was about to swan song on the last broadcast, but now he almost looks factory sealed.] AB: Optimal. [The Windows Vista shutdown sound chimes in, and the light in the robots eyes grows cold.] AB: ... [The jarring hum of Windows Vista starting up, sees the robot jerk back to life.] AB: Optimal. [The Windows Vista shutdown sound chimes in, and the light in the robots eyes grows cold.] AB: ... [The jarring hum of Windows Vista starting up, sees the robot jerk back to life.] AB: Optimal. [The Windows Vista shutdown sound chimes in, and the light in the robots eyes grows cold. The positive cheers of the crowd quickly dies, a pained silence ushering over them for the conflicting emotions at this truly horrible fate. Trapped in a loop of Hell's Bouncers promos. And the fucking idiot brags about it. The image of I-man goes in and out of focus as his closest friend pulls back the iPhone this footage has been taped on.] Beelzebozo: I knew this would happen. Anyone who gets too close to me gets sucked into my world of pain and suffering. [The clown prince of darkness has been strapped down to a gurney waiting for medical evacuation. Not recognizing the need for kayfabe, the medical personal responsible for making sure that Buster Friendly doesn't puncture a lung with his broken ribs, have left his gurney next to the greatest Anzac Cup winner of all time, "Simply Amazing" Spike Nelson. Nelson is also strapped down, with his eyes almost swollen shut from the beating. What little pupil can be made out, appears to be tearing up as it views I-Man's horrifying fate.] Beelzebozo: Kind of reminds you of Optimus Prime, right. Spike Nelson: ... [The former Anonymoose has no come backs. That video was sickening. It was just like the start of Transformers The Movie... but his grandfather isn't Megatron. Is he?] Beelzebozo: Spike, what happened to you? You used to be such a pure soul. You were the ultimate good guy. But now your soul has been corrupted by that snake you delude yourself into thinking is your grandfather. And there really is no going back from that. Once purity is taken, it can never be restored. If you take a can of white paint, and pour some black into it, it will always have grey in it from that point on, no matter how much more white you add. Vile "Vince" Viper: Get that Painted White TRASSSSSSSSH away from him! [Stalking over in his street clothes, VVV is fighting mad. The king of snakes tries to put a cigar out on the clown's crotch, but a half dozen security get between the two before they can come to blows. Viper burns a few of them with it for ruining his fun. Beelzebozo starts trying to shake himself loose from the straps, possibly bursting a lung in the process.] Beelzebozo: worried I may open his eyes? Vile "Vince" Viper: You're so full of shit, Beelz, you should try getting some fibre in your diet --- I hear your pal, Balan, is a vegetable! [Twice as many security have to enter the frame, throwing themselves on top of Buster Friendly to restrain him from murdering the albino.] Beelzebozo: I've had enough of you, Viper. You need to be stopped, and I'm the only one willing to do what it takes to take you out. Vile "Vince" Viper: You think I'm afraid of you?! [With his free leg, the barely breathing Beelzebozo manages to kick off two of the security guards. Totally not afraid in the slightest, the scarlet serpent positions Spike's gurney between him and the clown... you know, so that he can wheel Spike out faster if something should happen.] Beelzebozo: Face me, Viper. You and me, one on one. Two men enter, one man leaves! Vile "Vince" Viper: TALK A BIG GAME! WHEN THE SSSSECOND "IT" GOES OUT OF THEATRES, THAT'S YOUR FIFTEEN MINUTESSS, MORON! Joe Pesci: Get him out of here! [At the arrival of the SWAT owner, another dozen security guards arrive to wheel the spitting mad Beelzebozo into a waiting ambulance. As the cursing clown is dragged to the medical attention he so desperately needs, Pesci tries to get control of the chaos, and Viper turns to check in on his grandson.] Vile "Vince" Viper: You ok there, Spike? Spike Nelson <mouth so="" swollen="" he="" can="" barely="" speak="">: ...gran...pa... you... don't think... I'll end up like... Balan... do you... Vile "Vince" Viper <fighting back="" tears="">: Of course not Spike... of course not. There's no Hell's Bouncer promos where you're going. Spike Nelson <coughing up="" blood="">: ...that's... that's a relief. Wait... no Psychotic Goth either?! Vile "Vince" Viper <hates lying="">: ...Don't think about that now... just save your strength. Spike Nelson <coughing up="" gummy="" worms="">: ...so... so cold... Vile "Vince" Viper: Don't worry Spike. We'll have you patched up in time for Pesci to undermine your next blood feud with a break dance off. Spike Nelson <coughing up="" mr.="" t="" cereal="">: I'll...i... I'll n... no sell it, Grandpa. Vile "Vince" Viper <patting spike="" on="" the="" shoulder="">: Sure you will, Spike... sure you will. Spike Nelson: NO SELL... [Spike flatlines.] Vile "Vince" Viper: ...he no sold his own pulse. Everyone: ! Vile "Vince" Viper: Angels never flew so low. [...because the electrocardiogram hasn't been attached yet. Of course he has no heart beat. Duh. When the medical attendant finishes hooking it up, and its bouncing again, Vile stabs the male nurse in the eye with his cigar.] Vile "Vince" Viper: SON OF A BITCH! [The king of snakes spins around, spitting black venom at the ambulance that Beelzebozo has just been loaded into.] Vile "Vince" Viper: I MAY HAVE BROKEN YOUR ONLY FRIEND, BUT <pointing> YOU WENT AFTER MY FAMILY! FAMILY! YOU DIDN'T SEE ME TURN YOUR CARNIE FREAK FRIENDSSS INTO A SLURRY DID YOU!?! CHRISSST! WELL MAYBE I SHOULD! <spitting more="" black="" venom=""> YOU WANT A MATCH... LET'S TAKE THIS CLOSE TO YOUR HOME... YOU AND ME... AT THE TURNER MEMORIAL... CARNIVAL DEATH MATCH!!!! Joe Pesci: Hold on just one friggin' second! I went along with that DJ Booth stipulation because you were going to MAIM Soutter! Maim, Vile! You beat that Aussie prick, but he doesn't look all that maimed to me! So I'm not risking an expensive lawsuit over another of your dangerous match concepts! Vile "Vince" Viper <dirtiest look="">: Joe... I'm not at the Turner Memorial as a representative of Europe... fuck Europe. I'm putting this together as the head of BACKYARD... which means I'm producing this. Even if Beelzebozo thinks he knows what he's getting into... he won't even know how to WIN until my arm has been raised in victory! This might be his stomping grounds, THE ONLY HOME HE'S EVER KNOWN... but its MY backyard! Joe Pesci <cold>: If that's the way you want to pla----- [Wheels screech, as the ambulance takes off at high speeds! Having freed himself, but barely able to lift his head, Beelzebozo has managed to get behind the wheel. The ambulance swerves, heading towards the king of snakes at ramming speeds! Fortunately, the morphine kicks in, and the ambulance stops on a dime! Unfortunately, the dime was in Joe Pesci's pocket!] #CRASH# [Viper and Pesci lunge out of the way, as the ambulance rams into the wall. The impact sends enough debris flying that Spike Nelson's gurney rolls away, turning over so violently that the straps break, and leave Simply Amazing sprawled on the floor.] #COUGH# #COUGH# [The dust clears.] #SMASH# [Not physically able to open the door, he's in such bad shape, Beelzebozo opts to break open the window with his elbow, sending glass flying into the face of Viper.] Beelzebozo: I'm coming for you, Vince! I'm going to end you! [The clown prince of chaos manages to spit blood into Viper's face, before the army of security once again pull the two men apart. Closer to the garage exit, Spike Nelson finds his limp body half proped against a door from the force of the impact. How did he get released from the stretcher under his own power? Is this a christmas miracle in August?] Spike Nelson <slowly raising="" his="" arms="" in="" the="" air="">: No sold! [No sooner has he raised his arms, then Spike doubles over in agony. He's not going to try moving by himself for a month. Or eating cereal. Paramedics run over to Nelson, as Viper and Beelzebozo take turns spitting at each other separated by a sea of security in the background.]</slowly></cold></dirtiest></spitting></pointing></patting></coughing></coughing></hates></coughing></fighting></mouth> |
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Post by MongotheDestroyer on Sept 3, 2021 6:23:31 GMT -5
A whistling comes across the speakers, starting "Eye of the Storm". Daniel makes his way out of the back, no pyro, no flames, nothing. He simply moves to the top of the ramp, looks over the crowd, a sinister smile crossing his features. He walks down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. Standing, he walks his way around the ring, looking over the crowd, leering away.
Frank Salazar : Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE fall and is for the SWAT INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHI!!! Introducing first, currently in the ring and hailing from Red Bank, New Jersey, coming in at 64 & 233 lbs ..... THE REIGNING SWAT INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION ... DANIEL ..... COLLINS!!!!
Blonde Redhead - For the Damaged Cod hits and the masked Malyce masks his way out to the entrance, he slow walks to the ring, never taking his focus from Collins, Menace and The Earl of Hell Henry Hells Bouncer Brown following him down and Malyce enters the ring just standing there dead still looking to Collins. Menace takes a seat at the commentary booth and puts on a head set.
Warren W Webber : Main event of the evening folks, and how about this for a treat, Menace is joining us on commentary.
Melvyn : Menace, are you ok after your match just then with Triple V? It was a near riot?
Collins and Malyce hook up and arm drag by Collins.
Menace : .................
Hip toss from Malyce
Warren W Webber :Menace, we have never heard you speak before, everyone claims that you are Paul Soutter, care to comment on that?
Hard forearm from Collins. Snap suplex from Collins.
Menace : ...............
Melvyn : You do know when you commentate; you have to actually speak right?
Henry Brown on the outside trips Collins and Malyce seizes the advantage, delivering a face drop kick then a cross body.
Warren W Webber : People say the reason you have Kim Parish as your spokeswoman is that you know we will all recognise your Australian accent sir, care to comment on this?
Menace : (when we hear Menace speak it is with a voice modulator attached to his throat and his voice is unrecognisable) ..... Spokes person Waz.
Melvyn : You speak? Whats with the modulator?
Warren W Webber : Malyce stomps on Collins. Menace, this is very unexpected, we thought you didnt speak. That was some match you just had with Triple V.
Menace : Came up short, but i will tell you, he thinks he is so great, but he didnt pin me, he didnt make me submit, blew some gunk on me, so he is a spitter, bravo, next time i get him in the ring i will break him in half. Much like Malyce is doing right now to Daniel Collins.
Melvyn : Knee buster from Malyce, he then chokes at Collins, the ref breaks the choke and Malyce gets in his face, as he does so, The Earl of Hell Henry Brown chokes away at Collins.
Warren W Webber : Whats up with the cheating Menace?
Menace : Its only cheating if you get caught, this is 2018, there is no more good and bad guys. You do what you got to do!
Melvyn : Vile vince Viper did what he had to do to beat you.
Warren W Webber : Malyce with a falling headbutt on Collins, but Collins rolls out of the way.
Menace : Watch your mouth Melvyn or you wont see out the show. Collins with a knee drop to Malyce.
Melvyn : You cant threaten me! I work for Pesci, you know him, the man who took your company from you?
Warren W Webber : Melvyn, please. Collins with an enziguri on HB on the apron and he tumbles off.
Menace : Its ok Waz, hes a big boy, he can look after himself. Pesci has this obsession that i am someone, he can think what he likes, we are the Massacre, in name and in nature. (grabs Melvyn suddenly by the scruff and lifts him in the air with one arm above the commentary booth, then slams him down thru the table with a huge choke slam.
Melvyn : ..................................
Warren W Webber : My gawd! Sou ... I mean Menace just chokeslammed Melvyn to hell! Collins in the ring delivers a brain buster to Malyce. Menace, this is completely unacceptable behaviour!
Menace : Where i come from, they teach you one thing. Dont talk shit if you cant fight.
Warren W Webber : (shaken) Well, who am I to argue with such a philosophy.
Menace : Believe me, the world would be a better place, instead of all these outraged triggered entitled humps being all offended and demanding we change our life to cater for their minority way they ran from to begin with!
Warren W Webber : Ill stick to wrestling i think if thats ok with you.
Menace : Fine by me. Collins is fairing ok, he delivers a drop toe hold and then a step over cloverleaf.
Warren W Webber : Was your attack earlier on James Fierce at all KGB related?
Menace : Im no Russian. He unmasked one of us last Battleground, and he paid the price.
Warren W Webber : Collins has the clover leaf on tight, and the ref asking Malyce if he will submit, but he refuses, and HB jumps back up on the apron, he has something in his hand and is trying to get in the ring, Collins releases the clover leaf and boots the ropes as HB is entering and HB hits the canvas, holding his balls. He dropped the item he had in his hand, what was it?
Menace : This guy Collins, he has been putting his hands on the Massacre all match long, i have had about enough of him.
Warren W Webber : It is his match, its his job to fight his opponent, how is it his fault others want to interfere.
Menace : The world hates a smart arse Waz. Collins grabs HB and delivers a Phoenix Driver! Malyce reaches over and grabs the item HB dropped, its a screw driver!
Warren W Webber : Malyce stares at the screwdriver for a moment, he is a bit trippy this guy, then WHAM! Blatantly stabs Collins in the forehead with it! Come on ref! Thats a DQ!
Menace : Collins hits the canvas and Malyce dives ontop of him and repeatedly stabs at him with the screwdriver, and Collins is gushing blood! KILL HIM MALYCE! KILLLL HIIIIIM!!!
Warren W Webber : The ref has seen enough and calls for the bell! And Malyce is incensed with this and starts bullying him into the corner with the screwdriver.
Menace : A DQ? You gotta be kidding me!
There is a tapping on a mic sound, and we look up to the rampway to see President Phoenix standing there.
Phoenix : My feelings precisely Suit. Ref, there is only one thing i hate more than a shitty dq finish, and thats a shitty dq finish in the main event, so, what we are going to do, is restart this match, and it is now ... NO DISQUALIFICATION!
Warren W Webber : The crowd are going nuts. Malyce shoves the ref out of the way, and pounces at Collins again with the screw driver, but Collins gets his hands up and catches the handle of the screw driver and the two of them are having a test of strength for the screw driver.
Menace : Get in there HB!!!
Warren W Webber : Hells Bouncer does get in there and as Collins and Malyce are struggling to maintain control of the screw driver, Hells Bouncer slides in the ring and levels Collins with a double ax handle.
Menace : Get him!
Warren W Webber : Hells Bouncer grabs Collins and puts him in a full nelson. Malyce has the screwdriver and brandishes it to the crowd. Phoenix is now at the ring, he steps thru the rope and as Malyce is going to finish Collins off with the Screwdriver, Phoenix clobbers HB with a wicked neck breaker, and Collins blocks the Screwdriver shot again!
Menace : Think this is requiring a little personal touch Wa ..... (Ooooofff)
Menace is waylaid from behind, the shot opens up to show Carpenter has come though the crowd and has a chain wrapped around his neck and is choking him out.
Warren W Webber : CARPENTER IS HERE!!! And he is choking out Menace! Folks, we are now seeing Massacre Vs The Freak Angels.
Melvyn : (finally coming too) Whats going on Waz? Where are we?
Warren W Webber : I think you have a concussion Melvyn. Can we get a medic down here? (the shot shows the carnage going on) Perhaps a whole team of them?
Melvyn : Im ok, man, (looking at Menace getting choked out by Carpenter) Choke that stupid voice modulator up his Aussie Ass Carp!
Warren W Webber : Some people will never learn. Collins boots Malyce square in the balls. Grabs the screwdriver from him and digs it into his mask, he is tearing the mask open with that screwdriver, we are going to have another unmasking here tonight!
Melvyn : Menace breaks the choke and snap mares Carpenter over him, and clobbers him with a round house forearm, then, while Carp is hunched over, Menace splashes him! Right to the top of the head! That will cause a broken neck!
Warren W Webber : Carpenter folded up in half! Phoenix lifts up HB and drills him with a Phoenix Driver! See ya later HB!
Melvyn : Collins with a Phoenix Breaker (burning hammer) to Malyce!
Warren W Webber : Menace grabs the foot of Phoenix and drags him out of the ring! The two Titans of the sports start exchanging lefts and rights!
Melvyn : Carpenter sweeps the legs of Menace and he and his brother stomp the holy hell out of Menace on the outside. The Freak Angels are my Official new favourites! They are like Batman coming to my personal aid.
Warren W Webber : Collins with the cover on Malyce ..........
One ........................
Two ..........................
THREE!!!!!!
Melvyn : Yes! Collins retains! What a win!
Warren W Webber : What a match and what a night!
"Eye of the Storm" by WattWhite hits and the ref raises the arm of Collins in victory as the carnage continues at ringside as we begin to fade from the air.
Warren W Webber : See you all at the Tanner / Packer Memorial folks!
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