Turmoil #9

The arena goes black, on the big screen the Warrior's Prayer is displayed, as the crowd chants along to the words: Gods of War I call you, my sword is by my side.I seek a life of honor, free from all false pride. I will crack the whip with a bold mighty hail. Cover me with death shall ever I fail. Glory, majesty, unity....Hail..Hail..Hail....The music Gods of War begins to play ... as the marching sound begins on the song, 12 Japanese Warriors with their swords held high begin marching to the ring and surrounds the ring. The spotlight focuses on the center of the stage. Dragon king is kneeling on the stage ... He rises to his feet, with a dragon mask covering his face. He holds his swords high , clashes them together, as bolts of lightning strike the stage, erupting in fire on the stage. He removes the dragon mask and makes his way to the ring.

Frank Salazar : Ladies and Gentlemen .... the following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, hailing from Toyohashi, Japan and coming in at 6'3 & 240 lbs ..... DRAGON KING TATSUO TAKESHI!!!!!

And introducing his opponent .... hailing from Seattle, Washington and coming in at 5’7 & 190 lbs .... KNIFE EDGE TAKEDA YOKOSUDA!!!!

"War Ensemble" by Slayer hits and Knife Edge makes his way down to the ring.

Ace Scorpio : Yokosuda not happy to be here Jax. Seems he thought he was only staying on for the Helloween Cup and now this extended stay is not going over well with him.

Jax Carver : Nor with his former agent. (laughs)

Ref Bo Brady calls for the bell and the two men hook up, Takeshi slides behind Yokosuda and lefts him up for a belly to back suplex but Yokosuda flips back over him, lands on his feet, Takeshi turns around and is meet with a hard knife edge chop to the chest.

Ace Scorpio : Ouch! Takeshi grimaces in pain and clubs Knife Edge with a hard right hand. Takeshi then ducks under a round house kick from Yokosuda and discuss clotheslines him to the mat.

Jax Carver : Takeshi is much bigger than Knife Edge Ace. He towers over him!

Ace Scorpio : Hip toss from Takeshi, but Yokosuda rolls out of it and hooks the arm of Takeshi and swings around and circles him like a monkey, he is soo quick .... spinning DDT! Amazing!

Jax Carver : Knife edge stomps away on Takeshi, taking his anger for being here in SWAT out on him, Takeshi sweeps the leg of Yokosuda out from him and Takeshi locks on a scissored arm bar.

Ace Scorpio : He isn't spinning around THAT! Yokosuda has a big attitude problem for mine, firstly, he leaves his partner and our President hanging in the Helloween Cup ... just walking out on him mid match, and then, his actions in the promotional to his agent, that was very .... troubling.

Jax Carver : He doesn’t want to be here Ace, and he is going to make all in front of him pay for it.

Ace Scorpio : Looks like he is doing some paying himself right now in that scissored arm bar.

Jax Carver : Knife Edge wiggles around and gets a foot to the ropes breaking the hold.

Ace Scorpio : Weren’t we meant to open the show with a three way match added with the some new signee’s?

Jax Carver : They mustn't have arrived here in SWAT yet Ace. See if we get anything out of them for next show.

Ace Scorpio : Figure four scorpion deathlock with headlock by Yokosuda! The twisted path!

Jax Carver : Ouch! He is tied up like a pretzel! Give it up Takeshi!

Ace Scorpio : Takeshi refuses to submit, what an impressive debut, i envisage huge things from Takeshi here in SWAT-

Suddenly Stratovarious' "Phoenix" begins to play and SWAT's President appears on stage, making his way down to ringside in his dark red suit and cloth mask as well as a throwback HPWA t-shirt.

Ace Scorpio : SWAT President Phoenix appears and Yokosuda releases the hold and warily eyes him off telling him to get out of here.

Phoenix simply smiles at Yokosuda as he slaps hands with some fans, takes a seat at commentary and places headphones on.

Phoenix: How's it going guys.

Jax Carver : Good thanks boss.

Ace Scorpio : Yokosuda doesn't seem too happy to see you out here boss.

Phoenix: Aw now that's just too damn bad. I wasn't happy when he bailed on our match at Helloween but you don't see him too worried about that do you?

Ace Scorpio : Definetely disrespected you in the semi final of the Helloween Cup. Roll up! Takeshi rolls up the distracted Yokosuda!!!!




One .............................




Two ..............................




Thre .. Kick out by Yokosuda.




Phoenix: Damn right he did Ace. Some people have no honor. But really, the last laugh is on him, I got him here for six whole months, and I'm making it my personal mission to make his life a living hell!

Jax Carver : Takeshi with a running jumping neckbreaker.

Ace Scorpio : Facebreaker DDT from Takeshi, he is right on point! Tilt a while arm breaker .... Side Death Valley Drive! Cover by Takeshi .............




One ..............................




Two ................................




Thr .... kick out by Yokosuda!




Jax Carver : Big kick out that! He has a lot of fight and a lot of pride!

Phoenix: Didn't have much pride walking out on our match in the CUP! Come on ref, that was THREE!

Ace Scorpio : Takeshi on a roll, lifts Yokosuda up, but knife edge slips over and connects with a hard kick to the back of the knee of Takeshi, and another and another! Takeshi down to one knee ... jumping spin kick by Yokosuda which Takeshi ducks and while pleased with himself Yokosuda lands on the top rope from his jump kick and springboards off connecting with a tornado ddt. Cover from Yokosuda ............




One ..................




Two ....................




Kick out by Takeshi




Jax Carver : SAVATE KICK by Takeshi! Wow! Nailed it!

Ace Scorpio : Takeshi looking on top here .... LOW BLOW!!! Blatant low blow from Yokosuda!!!

Phoenix: Come on ref, that was right in front of you.

Jax Carver : Brady needs a seeing eye dog just to get to the ring.

Ace Scorpio : Ever since he got a whiff of Roxy's panties, he has never been the same.

Jax Carver : Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ... Roxies panties.

Group sigh

Phoenix: Nope that's enough of this crap.

Phoenix gets up from commentary and starts yelling at Brady, demonstrating there was a low blow. Yokosuda grins death at him, and pulls something out of his boot strap and clobbers Takeshi with it. Phoenix is on the ropes and Brady oblivious as the boss is distracting him.

Ace Scorpio : O Oh

Jax Carver : Yokosuda slips the object back into his boot and covers Takeshi!! Count it ref!!







One ..................






Two ......................





THREE!!!!!!




Ace Scorpio : NO! He cheated!

Jax Carver : That’s wrestling Ace! Maybe if President big dick didn't stick his schnoz in it, he could have seen what happened.

Frank Salazar : WINNER OF THE MATCH...... KNIFE EDGE TAKEDA YOKOSUDA!!!

Brady raises the arm of Yokosuda in victory as "War Ensemble" by Slayer blares.

Phoenix ; *grabbing the mic from Salazar* Touché Takeda. But that's the end of your luck. Next month, New Years Nightmare ... you face ME!

Phoenix drops the mic and storms to the back, Yokosuda dismissing him and celebrating his victory mocking the Baltimore fans.

[Somewhere in a holler is the biggest double-wide trailer you ever did see.]

The Hillbilly Assassin: The only good snake is a dead snake.

[The Hillbilly takes a sip from his favorite Mason Jar before fading to some boring mother fucker.]

Ace Scorpio: Well fans its time for Vile "Vince" Viper to take on a mystery opponent.

Jax Carver: That's right Ace, and the possibilities are endless. I’ve heard every big name from The Punisher Dan Stein and Leo Lyons to Marty Donovan and Rally Jackson. Even though we all hate his guts, signing Viper was a big deal for SWAT and old legends are coming out of the woodwork to beat the hell out the old bastard. The only question is which big name?

Ace Scorpio: Signing Lyons would be quite the feather in Phoenix's mask, we have seen a huge influx of talent recently, still I have my hopes on a return from Karnage.

Jax Carver: Whoever it is is going to have their work cut out for them; because after that Haunted House match, Viper is ready to kill someone.

Frank Salazar: LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first...


[The lights cut out in the arena.]





! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !





A spotlight hits the entrance curtains, which pull back to reveal a figure turned away from the crowd. The light bounces off the silver sequins on his black robe, revealing his name. You know it.]

Ace Scorpio: It's COBRYN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[The crowd erupts, until the house lights come on, and the extra light reveals that "FUCK" has been written on the robe above "COBYRN." Spinning around, Vile "Vince" Viper flashes his pearly yellows at his admiring public. The crowd boo as the Devil of SWAT slithers down the aisle.]

Frank Salazar: Standing at 5'9" and weighing in at 259lbs, please put your hands together in welcoming the scarlet serpent...

V I L E

V V I N C E

V V V I P E R R R R R R R R R R R ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

[Decked out in his vintage FUCK COBRYN robe, TripleV slaps the hands of unwilling crowd members; or just punches them; on his way down the aisle. At ringside, he snatches the microphone out of Frank Salazar's hands, because his WORTHLESS opponent needs no introduction.]

Vile "Vince" Viper: Don't worry folksss, that sorry son of a bitch will be out in a minute, and if you think you're disappointed now, wait till you see him in the ring.

[Sliding under the bottom rope, Vile soaks in the jeers before centering himself in the ring, then turning back to the entranceway.]

Vile "Vince" Viper: It's not ring rust people, he's always been that bad.

Now Cobryn might sssuck as a performer, but I didn't realize how obscenely selfish he was until he no-showed the Adrian Tanner memorial. He may have let Tanner down that night, but I know here, in front of all his peers... shitheads that you are... he'll do the right thing. Sure its only been a few months since I made my triumphant return to SSSWAT, but it has felt like a god damned eternity. I cannot wait to get this over with, so I can finally leave the hell that is Sssyndicate Wrestling. My "mystery opponent" of the night has been ducking me for so long it is like the cowardly piece of shit enjoys watching me suffer in the company of all you inbred, backwards, uncle loving SWATards... and just when I think I can't hate this fed anymore than I already do, I'm presented with angles like a guy who turns into the incredible hulk after he forgets his autism meds or insulin or some shit... like if you become a badasssssssssss who is capable of actually winning matches if you don't have your payday bar, put that shit down! And beyond the obscene stupidity, we have indignities like Kilroy Evans HEADLINING A SHOW THAT _I_ APPEAR ON... the fuck... well NO MORE... in case retardation is as communicable as HEP C, I need to get the fuck out of this cesspool... and only one man can give me that sweet freedom...

COBRYN, GET YOUR ASSSSSSSS DOWN HERE AND SSSAVE ME!!!

[The Crowd boo Viper as much as they cheer for the returning legend.]

Ace Scorpio: TripleV has it in his head that after months of baiting him, he's finally coaxed Cobryn into returning to SWAT.

Jax Carver: He really has his hopes on it.

[Ignoring the trash that's thrown in his direction, Old Scratch fixes the daggers in his eyes on the entrance curtains.]

[Stuck in the Middle With You by Steelers Wheels starts to pump over the PA system.]

[The crowd goes nuts, but Vile snarls "Son of a Bitch" as he recognizes the tune.]

Ace Scorpio: Vile Vince Viper, your day of reckoning has finally arrived!

! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

[Pushing through the back curtain is The Hillbilly Assassin James Fierce, he raises his arms in the air to a thunderous ovation.]

Ace Scorpio: After months on the shelf from a brutal fire attack, James Fierce is back in SWAT, and looking for revenge on the man who put him out!

Jax Carver: His beard isn't as awesomely thick as usual, probably from burn tissue, so Viper can take some pride in that.

Ace Scorpio: I'm sure he will. You want to tell him that Jax?

[Razor sharp nails dig into the top rope trying to stifle his fit of rage as Vile is fixated on Fierce, cursing a streak. That would have been a hell of a reveal if Fierce hadn't randomly shown up on SWAT TV last week. Vile even put off airing the segments of him having sex with Fierce's cousins and them getting suicidally depressed when they discovered he wasn't their father; all to maintain suspense for this damned moment. Did he have sex with many members of Fierce's backwoods family just for the fun of it? Is that what you're trying to tell me? You clearly haven't seen Fierce's family. VVV looks mean mad.]

Jax Carver: Maybe later, he seems kind of scary right now.

Ace Scorpio: This is going to be a hell of a barn burner!

[As Fierce and Viper lock eyes on each other...

! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Ace Scorpio: SOUTTER FROM BEHIND WITH A BASEBALL BAT!!!!!!!!

[With Viper distracted, Soutter catches him square in the back of the head with a Louisville slugger. No selling like a champ, VVV ignores the blinding pain and droplets of blood sliding down his back to turn and greet his attacker.]

Ace Scorpio: How did 32theV brush that...

#SMACK#

A second shot catches Viper in the temple. He reaches up stunned, then screams in agony as his face splits like the red seas for Moses. In seconds VVV is so blinded by crimson he doesn’t notice CSK and Bruno sliding into the ring with baseball bats of there own, going to town on the old man like he was a pinata. Soutter is certainly smiling like its his birthday.]

Ace Scorpio: JAMES FIERCE WAS THE MYSTERY MAN, BUT IT WAS A SET UP - KROSS GLOBAL BANDITS IN THERE BEFORE THE MATCH COULD START, AND JUST BRUTALIZING VIPER! THE AUDIENCE IS INCREDIBLY CONFLICTED!

Jax Carver: I think if it was anyone else giving Viper this beating they'd be eating it up, as it stands they are only slightly cheering very hard for this vicious assault.

[For his part James Fierce is taking his sweet time going down the aisle, stopping to take pictures with his adoring fans. Stuck in the Middle with you is still blasting over the sound system, reminding viewers of Reservoir Dogs as the KGB ground VVV into a fine red paste.]

Ace Scorpio: CSK taking in a sheet of glass, and BRUNOBOMB through the glass!!!

Jax Carver: That suit absorbs some of the impact, but he's getting cut to ribbons on that glass.

Ace Scorpio: Bruno and Soutter now taking shots with their bats as Christian Sebastian Kennedy lifts him up for... modern restoration into the broken glass!!!

Jax Carver: Viper looks like a stain on the canvas! Good God what a beating!

Ace Scorpio: Bruno and CSK setting up a glass table as... yes... Now its Soutter's turn... and calling for the Soutter Special...

! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Ace Scorpio: HERE COMES THE BACKYARD ARMY!!!

[Letting go of Viper before he can have the satisfaction of hitting his finisher, Soutter, CSK, and Bruno join James Fierce out on the floor as the SWAT Backyard refugees hit the ring. Sirius Man, LEFT Tentacle, That Good Guy Doll possible possessed by the Spirit of Charles Lee Ray, The Tree from Evil Dead 2, Horse Boxer Black Stallion, Feral Boy, "Crippling Porn Addiction" Foster's BEER Man, LizardMan IV, FireRed Ninja, Snide Etch E Sketch, Zork Nontext, MAD Max Nolan, and the non-descript wrestler who get really angry when he lands on his house keys ALL hit the ring to chase of the KGB. They may be misfits, but there is an army of them. The last man out of the ring, Bruno almost reads Snide Etch E Sketch... which could have resulted in a career ending bout of depression.]

Ace Scorpio: Even by Backyard standards I don't recognize half these guys, you'd think he'd bring his regular misfits for back-up.

Jax Carver: The Not Ready for SWAT Contract Players clearing the ring, but the KGB are celebrating out on the floor... from the looks of Viper, they may have just ended his reign of terror.

Ace Scorpio: That was a VICIOUS beating.

[In the ring, the SWAT Backyard guys wonder if Viper is dead. They almost hope he is, because if not, he might hurt them for not saving him sooner.]

Ace Scorpio: Here comes Pesci to celebrate with the rest of the gang.

Jax Carver: What's he got with him?

Ace Scorpio: Pesci handing Soutter a microphone and a black bag.

Soutter: How bad is he concussed, I want him to be conscious for this.

[Spitting up teeth and blood, Viper partially open his less crushed eye to stare blankly out at his gloating attackers.]

Soutter: Hey VINCE, I saw you searching through Tanner's estate. You looked desperate and pathetic even by your standards. Were you expecting to find something there? Did you have your hopes up for something big?

[Soutter reaches into Pesci's black bag.]

Soutter: Something like this...

! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Soutter: Was THIS what you were looking for?

Ace Scorpio: Jesus!

[The crowd loses there shit as Soutter lifts up the last box of Mr. T breakfast cereal in the world. The same brand of cereal that cost VVV the HARDKORE Frank A. Marano memorial tag tournament in 2009. The one thing he needs to repair his relationship with his estranged grandson. In short, his stupid reason for living. Even beaten half to death, in the haze of a concussion, a distraut VVV manages to gurgle “nooo” through all the blood and missing teeth. The backyarders try to console the old man, but he weakly shoves them away, his pathetic attempts at pushing them away would be heart wrenching if he wasn't VVV.]

Vile "Vince" Viper: ...ris-s-ssst... no... orry... 'll g... go... ju...just...

Soutter: Yeah, Adrian gave this to me a year back. He must have really hated you. I know you seem to think this will let you connect to another human being, we all know you're that crazy. I was originally going to eat it in front of you, but I'm not sure what thirty year old stale dated cereal can do to the human body... so we're just going to open it and piss all over it in front of you, sound good?

Vile "Vince" Viper: ...leass-s-s... ooo... n... o...

[James Fierce starts to unzip, as Soutter drops the box on the ground. Not liking VVV much either, the production team takes a still image of VVV's bloody face and use it as a censor over Fierce's nudity... which is equally disturbing.]

Ace Scorpio: That's disgusting.

Jax Carver: Probably makes it healthier though...

[In the ring, TripleV mutters something to Sirius Man before having LEFT Tentacle hold a microphone down to his battered mouth.]

Vile "Vince" Viper: ...it...ai... <cough> wai... <cough> wait... pleasssse...

Soutter: Keep begging VINCE, its going to make this all the sweeter...

Vile "Vince" Viper: You... your going to... want...

[Sirius Man returns with a black bag of his own.]

Vile "Vince" Viper: Tanner didn't... have the cereal in his complex... but he did have thisss...










! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !







[The audience LOSE their shit!]







[CSK is about to lose his shit, realizing the stakes have gone up, Soutter pushes CSK away from the Mr. T box. Holding back his friends as he looks up in horror at Viper's newest prize.]






Soutter: ...for fuck's sake...

Jax Carver: Another one?

Ace Scorpio: VILE VINCE VIPER HAS THE SWAT AUSTRALIA HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE!!! APPARENTLY TANNER BOUGHT IT AFTER THE REGION CLOSED, BUT REGARDLESS OF HOW HE GOT, VILE VINCE VIPER HAS IT NOW!!!

[Using the golden belt to prop his pained head up, Vile bleeds down the side of it.]

Vile "Vince" Viper: ...You have that box... I have this belt... so.. here... is what... I'm thinking... <spitting blood="" on="" the="" belt=""> NEW YEARSSS NIGHTMARE.

You and me.

Ssssssssssssssstreet fight.

You put that one the line, and I'll put thisss. You have my biggest regret in your hands, and I have what could yet be yours. We'll lock them away. Winner takesss all. No tricks, no saving face, just two men who don't care for each other putting on the bloodiest brawl in your ssshitty companiesss hissstory.

Soutter: Well you've already spit on the belt, why don't we just continue with the cereal and see how you feel?

Vile "Vince" Viper <pained laugh,="" collapsed="" lung="">: ...Becaussse Paul... if ANYTHING happens to that Mr. T cereal between now and when I murder you at New Yearssss Nightmare...




I will FIND A WAY to make MARCUS WHITE the OFFICIAL SWAT AUSTRALIA HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!

A stunned shock comes over the crowd.]







[Paul Soutter swallows hard.]

Ace Scorpio: That'll do it.

Soutter: ...

Vile "Vince" Viper: Thats probably a rib. How could I possibly pull that off?

Soutter: ...that's not fair.

[All Soutter wanted to do was prevent VVV from ever seeing his grandson again, there is NO COMPARISON between the two threats. Thats like bringing an atomic bomb to a knife fight. No need for that kind of escalation. Not cool Viper.]

Vile 'Vince" Viper <ignoring soutter="">: Nah, that's just a pipe dream. White as Ausssssssie champ? I'm probably just bluffing.

Soutter: fine.

Vile "Vince" Viper: You know me and my crazy threatsss...

Soutter: Fine.

Vile "Vince" Viper: ...nothing ever comes of them.

Soutter: I SAID FINE GOD DAMN IT!

Vile "Vince" Viper <spitting out="" another="" tooth,="" or="" maybe="" its="" glass="">: ...good.

"Then let me make it official."

[The crowd finally have someone to cheer for as Phoenix comes out of the back with a large detail of security guards.]

Phoenix: You two want a street fight at New Years Nightmare? You got it. You want us to lock those two jokes away until the event? If it keeps them off SWAT TV, then I'd encourage it. Welcome back James.

James Fierce: Hey everybody!

[James Fierce waves at the president, he's glad his epic return didn't get lost in this elaborate sneak attack.]

Phoenix: It seems that before Viper set him on fire, James read a very interesting piece of paper.

Soutter: An invitation to the haunted house? We all know Viper was just trying to thin the numbers to steal the win.

Phoenix: No actually. A flyer. A program for an event being run that night in the same town as Turmoil. An event that was also using the SWAT brand. Not Amazons. A RIVAL SHOW IN THE SAME CITY, ADVERTISING OUR COMPANY AND OUR STARS AT A DIFFERENT LOCATION.

! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

James Fierce <to soutter="">: Oh yeah, I mentioned the flyer.

Ace Scorpio: Wait, what does this mean.

Jax Carver: oh no.

[There is too much blood on his face to read his expression, but you think VVV is smiling.]

Phoenix: Apparently the BACKYARD REGION of SWAT is still very much ACTIVE, and is actively running shows not just to hurt our name like the last time they festered, but to drive down business.

Our low gates? That is ALL on Viper.

[The security enter the ring and start escorting VVV's wrestlers out of the ring.]

Phoenix: SWAT doesn't take too kindly to outlaw regions, and doesn't let wrestlers compete in more than one region, so if Backyard is back, I don't expect to see any of you on our broadcasts again. Sorry if you were counting on that backup at the PPV Vile, but maybe when the KGB does another round on you in a no dq set-up the problem will sort itself out. Hell, I might eat your cereal myself.

[The SWAT Backyardigans are forcibly objected, as the KGB start getting cocky again. Paramedics enter the ring to check on VVV, but they don't do a very good job because he is a monster and they hate him.]


Phoenix: So I guess the only thing left to say is... how could YOU let this happen?









! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

[The crowd lose there shit as Phoenix points at a livid Soutter.]

Soutter: I'm the ONLY ONE FIGHTING this cancer! What the hells your problem?

Phoenix <pointing at="" fierce=""> : Your boy has known about this MONTHS and management is only finding out about it TONIGHT? This is ON YOU Paul. I have a meeting with the board tonight, and this is squarely on your shoulders. Good luck with your street fight, but personally I hope you both kill each other.

Vile "Vince" Viper: Hey ph...pheonix...

[In the ring VVV is being fitted for a neckbrace as the paramedics roughly strap him down to a stretcher. Starring up at the lights the old man cackles.]

Vile "Vince" Viper: ...How many times can you rissse from the assshesss? I'm not just asking for Fierce...this place is going to burn.

Phoenix: Get that trash out of my ring!

[The crowd is on fire as Phoenix turns to exit, security start to escort the KGB away as well.]

[As VVV is stretchered to the back, James Fierce trips one of the paramedics.]

[VVV lands on his car keys.]

[Security drag Fierce off as he laughs at his ultimate revenge. The Devil of SWAT has a lot of keys.]</pointing></to></spitting></ignoring></pained></spitting></cough></cough>

[Gore splashes up!!!]

[Paramedics work tirelessly around the clock.]

Paramedic #666: Its no good, there are just too many of them.

"Crippling Porn Addiction" Foster's Beer Man <poking his="" head="" into="" the="" ambulance="">: Oi Vile, you right bastard, don't be a bludger, this ain't the time to hit the turps, you still have to defend the strap over at Turmoil ...

Paramedic #31: Do you see how many keys he's fallen on? Wrestle tonight? He'll be lucky to get through his front door.

"Crippling Porn Addiction" Foster's Beer Man: Right on, you're as cunning as a dunny rat Vile, Pheonix will owe you some mad compo. Still, you got a match <pulling our="" a="" fosters="">, so I figure a gutful of piss 'll cure what ails you.

Doctor: I'm afraid that leg is going to have to come off...

[Not wanting to be disabled for the rest of his life, because he's short but still manages to look down on them, Vile does the only thing he can think of...]

VVV: I... can... dothis... n... NO SELL!!!

[..........!]

Paramedic #247: I can't believe IT WORKED!

Doctor: It's a Christmas miracle! We might be able to save this leg yet.

VVV: I'm famous for my sssuspect ssselling...

Paramedic #26: Well that takes care of your car key, how about the rest of them?

VVV (rest of them?): NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

[In conclusion, fuck you Fierce.]

"Crippling Porn Addiction" Foster's Beer Man: ...I don' suppose you lads 'ill be done in this 'ere ambo anytime soon?

[Gore splatters FBM in the face as they attempt to detach the mail room key. That's upsetting. Dejected, the pale lager spokesman with the unhealthy love of artistic photography decides to take his laptop to a more secluded vehicle.]</pulling></poking>

Ace Scorpio : And we are back for the next match folks, already in the ring we have Cade Corso, Everett “Rock Hard” Aloni , Brian Brewster & Alex Conors.

Jax Carver : 4 men walk into a bar ... i mean ring.

Ace Scorpio : None walk out. Bang!

[The lights in the arena go out. "It's Goin' Down" by X-Ecutioners erupts over the PA of the arena

Frank Salazar : Their opponent. Hailing from Denver, Colorado and weighing in at 295 pounds. He is “Sadistic Insanity” Damian Payyyyyynnnnnee!!!

The camera zooms in from the bottom of the entrance ramp to the top as “Sadistic Insanity” Damian Payne steps out onto the entrance ramp and glares out at the crowd before making his way down the entrance ramp. He has shoulder length slightly curly light brown hair and a light brown goatee beard… Damian Payne is wearing a pair of black boots, a pair of knee-length denim shorts and a pair of black elbow pads. He is also wearing a black T-shirt with "ChokeBomb Central" in orange on the front and "Hell Has Relocated!!!" in orange on the back. He pulls the T-shirt off and throws it into the crowd, he then looks under the ring, grabs a steel chair and slides under the bottom rope and into the ring. Setting the chair up in the corner and taking a seat.

Jax Carver : Payne said he was going to do this, think he will sit out the whole match there?

Ace Scorpio : Not if he has any plans on winning it he won’t be.

Evil green mist bellows out of the ring entrance as a woman screams and Psychotic Goth laughing maniacally as "Welcome To Your Death" by Annihilator plays and Psychotic Goth powers to ringside in chains while holding his homemade weapon. He ignores the ringsiders and stops at the ring for a ring attendant to unlock the chains and Psychotic Goth rubs his wrists hard as he climbs the ringsteps and enters the ring and stands in his corner. He slowly takes off his trenchcoat and jewelry before he lowers his head and raises his arms before throwing his head back revealing his pale handsome gothlike looks looking and snarling like a demonic maniac crazed and intimidating as he is given his homemade weapon and he caresses it before placing it in his corner.

Frank Salazar : and introducing their opponent .... hailing from the Depths of Hell, coming in at 6’5 & 235 lbs ..... THE ATLANTIC COAST HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION .... PSYCHOTIC GOTH!!!!

Jax Carver : This is going to be GREAT!

Ace Scorpio : Referee Bo Brady calls for the bell and this one is under way. Corso and Aloni both charge Goth and he double clotheslines them.

Jax Carver : Brewster charges next and is met with a big boot. Conners now looks down on all three competitors floored, and then looks around for where to go, Goth feigns a charge and he flinches.

Ace Scorpio : Goth then feigns nothing and storms at Conners destroying him with a HUGE SPEAR!

Jax Carver : Payne applauds from the corner, still seated. He has got balls of steel.

Ace Scorpio : What’s he doing in this match anyway?

Jax Carver : Goth went on a rampage at the Helloween Cup. Every no show, he took out in a brutal and sadistic fashion, Payne was one of them, he has since been active again and doesn’t belong in there with these others jobbers, but he wanted a chance at payback on Goth for taking him out.

Ace Scorpio : Goth lifts up Conners and Crucifix powerbombs him thudding to the mat!

Jax Carver : He grabs Aloni and Corso and double noggin knockers their heads together, then lifts one up with each arm simultaneous and choke slams the pair of them!!

Ace Scorpio : He is a mad man!

Jax Carver : Wouldn’t you be Ace? I mean, someone here in SWAT has kidnapped his wife!

Ace Scorpio : The KGB have her, everyone knows that.

Jax Carver : They deny it and where is the proof?

Ace Scorpio : Time will tell.

Jax Carver : Time will tell? She is god knows where, with god knows who, doing god knows what to her Ace! How dare you be so blayzay!

Ace Scorpio : Im not being blayzay ... i was just ... (changing the subject back to the match) Goth with a German suplex throw on Conners.

Jax Carver : Goth with a electric chair on Brewster!

Ace Scorpio : Northern lights suplex from Goth to Corso ... he bridges for the pin

One ................................

Two ..................................

Thr ... (Payne breaks the count with a thudding chair shot to Goth)

Jax Carver : Wow! Payne then turns around and blasts Aloni with a chair shot also.

Ace Scorpio : Payne was picking his spot, he grabs Brewster up for a powerbomb, and CHOKE BOMBS HIM, RIGHT ONTOP OF GOTH!!!!

Jax Carver : Payne with the cover on Brewster, Goth laying under them also but Payne has Brewsters shoulders on the mat ....

One .....................................

Two ...................................

Goth breaks the count shoving them both off of him.

Ace Scorpio : Goth and Payne back to their feet and look at them staring each other down!

Jax Carver : Corso rushes them both and they both stick their palms out halting him, he stops in his tracks. DOUBLE BIG BOOT TO CADE CORSO!!!

Ace Scorpio : Corso tumbles all the way to the outside .... Payne then goes over to work on Brewster, stomping him, and Goth grabs Conners and gorilla presses him over the top down ontop of Corso on the outside!

Jax Carver : Payne grabs Aloni and delivers a devastating F5!

Ace Scorpio : Goth heads to the top and flies at both Conners and Corso! Double Flying Lariot! Devils Whip!!!!

Jax Carver : Payne grabs Brewster and delivers a CHOKE BOMB! Wow!

Ace Scorpio : Goth grabs Conners and locks on a torture rack!

Jax Carver : Payne covers Brewster

One ..................................

Two ..........................

Thre .. Conners taps to the torture rack and Brady calls for the bell

Ace Scorpio : Payne got it! He is celebrating in the ring. Goth throws Conners off him and the torture rack impaling him on the safety rail.

Brady goes over to converse with Frank

Frank Salazar : Winner of the match by submission .... PSYCHOTIC GOTH!!!!!

Brady raises the arm of Goth and Payne snarls in frustration. He and Goth lock eyes as "Welcome To Your Death" by Annihilator blares thru the arena, Goth holds his Atlantic Championship up in Payne’s face then heads to the back, Damian Payne never taking his eyes from him.

{{Backstage, intrepid reporter Tye Gibson is snooping.}}

{{Who is the returning SWAT star? Was it only James Fierce? Is there someone else coming back? Rarely getting a chance to use his snooping skills, Tye is a man on fire! Plus with Pesci now controlling interest in the company, it is a good time for Gibson to justify his name on the payroll.}}

{{Where to start? Everyone was at SWAT HQ last week. One person was paying attention to all their comings and goings as he tried to act like a locker room leader. Its this lead in mind that sees Tye Gibson opening the door to the private dressing room of Luchian Inc.}}

Tye Gibson: Is it true that your manager Zoran Sainovic made an appearance in the outlaw region, SWAT Backyard?

{{Inside the dressing room, sparks fly as "The Industrial Man" Attila Balan attempts to use a welding torch to incorporate a toaster into his mechanical arm. Evidently, the derisive comments by Vincent Viper in the long car ride to Turmoil left our robotic philanthropist with an inferiority complex when it came to his ability to warm up carbs on the fly. Balan looks up at the intruder with an inviting smile.}}

AB: My company employs a lot of people. Luchian compensates well, but I would never fault them for picking up freelance opportunities elsewhere. In the free spirit of commerce and industry, I openly encourage it. While I question the company that Zoran keeps, that is his choice. My prime directive's loyalty is to the great fans of Atlantic Coast.

TG: What are you doing?

AB: A hardware upgrade, would you like one?

TG: Will it make me a better reporter?

AB: The path to better journalism starts with a quick software update.

{{Before Tye can politely refuse, Balan's valet Bobbi has helped him into an industrial strength steam sauna cabinet. As Gibson starts to relax the questions just flow out...}}

L U C H I A N
I N C .
P R E S E N T S

T H E
A S S E M B L Y
L I N E

TG: When you were inviting wrestlers to ride up to Baltimore with you, did you notice any former stars that might be set to return?

AB: I thought the big surprise return was James Fierce? The Hillbilly Assassin is such a spectacular performer. I am so happy to see him back. I am really looking forward to testing my programming against his unique set of abilities. Plus I have been informed that Fierce has a wonderful recipe for a possum stew that would be perfect for an upcoming cookbook my publishing wing is developing.

TG: But no one else?

AB: You have to process that I am relatively new to the company, and while I enjoyed viewing the product as a fan back in Europe, unless its Sly Fondell or Genity Howard - my data banks do not have sufficient profiles to accurately scan for past stars. If there is another return other than Fierce, I hope it is Vampira. She seems like a nice person, and her unknown whereabouts are a stain on the chrome of this great company.

TG: Man this machine is amazing.

AB: Machines are.

{{Bobbi roles the portable sauna over to his 20' flat screen television so that Gibson can continue watching the show.}}

AB: This has been an optimal show thus far. My system required extra coolant to process the Dragon King Tatsuo Takeshi having his hard-earned victory stolen by that two-bit thug Takeda Yokosuda. During our lengthy car trip, I found Tatsuo to be an upstanding talent who can bring a lot to SWAT. Takeshi isn't the kind of person to make excuses for the defeat, but a few errors on the part of my navigator added an extra eight hours to our journey here, which is fine for a person who can bend time, but it did not help with the rest of our preparations. I take personal responsibility for trusting Timeless with the map and offer the Dragon Empire my sincerest apologies for any inconveniences it caused. Beyond the timing factor, you still have Takeda Yokosuda as a man who does not respect the sport, taking liberties, and stealing wins. I was hoping when Knife Edge ran away from our Helloween Cup match, that I could purge my random access memory of him. Sadly he continues to appear on my scans, a virus in this otherwise pristine simulation. Fortunately, I know Pheonix will stamp out that particular problem at the PPV.

TG: New Years Nightmare is really shaping up.

AB: With Pheonix putting an end to that surly yakuza wannabe Yokosuda, and my dear friend Buster winning the gold from Psychotic Goth; I'm running out of potential partners for my dance card. I will be putting the majority of my substantial resources into Buster's victory, that is the priority, but it would be nice to have a five star fight of my own. I was thinking of challenging Daniel Collins to man up after I pinned him during the Cup, prove his worth as champion, but when Kilroy Evans finishes with him this evening, Daniels will not be a champion. Do I go after Evans? That would be quite the encounter, but I would not want to come across as materialistic bot only after the titles.

TG: You haven't really talked about Beelzebozo since your loss in the finals, is there a reason for it?

AB: Buster and myself have a bond that does not require communication.

The friendship of steel.

After the first match, I congratulated him on a well-earned victory. It was not required to be spoken, but you know humans. Buster has started down a path towards maximizing his full potential. This is in line with my goals and pleases me greatly. For the next step in that journey please see Goth, Psychotic. Management pairing us up together a second time so soon after his initial triumph is an unnecessary distraction. If the audience was so enthralled by our last encounter, I will endeavor to provide them with a suitable sequel. However, recording promotional material for this contest will just create excessive data for Buster to process, distracting him from the Goth encounter and quest to become the best Buster Friendly imaginable. A quick diagnostic with this scenario explains my mute mode.

After that Match of the Year Contender to hold an immediate rematch, and make it the undercard for Evans and Collins?

That... does... not... compute.

Balan Friendly roman numeral Two should be the name of a pay per view. If our blood sport of choice had been boxing instead of wrestling, the percentages are in its favor. Perhaps when our third opportunity comes around the higher powers of Syndicate Wrestling will see the benefits in investing in Buster's star the way I do. A PPV titled Balan Friendly roman numeral three, subtitled Funny Business or Bust? Imagine the undercard.

My tonal inhibitors must require recalibration, as it seems like I suggest this match was an error.

{{Removing the last of the screws, the toaster on Balan's arm no longer looks like it will burn carbs, but it gives him an idea. Upgrading his move settings, Attila Balan thinks of some new holds that his reinforced arm can pull off. Even though it isn't a fully functioning toaster, it worked out. So when The Industrial Man looks up at the camera, please don't consider his line to be a condescending reference to Beelzebozo.}}

AB: ...Sometimes the best things can come from errors.

Even though the next level up for Buster Friendly is the title shot, there is still a lot to take away from tonight's contest. This includes displaying the personal integrity required to wrestle your closest friend when the only incentive is a few points on a flow chart. Having the clarity of vision to ignore where the match stands in the larger war, but not lose sight of the match. Lastly the personal pleasure in solidifying the quality of our last encounter as not being the product of the evening's tournament but the quality of our characters.

This brings me back to Collins and Evans. The two men, that while talented, are relying on merits forged before we arrived. I believe the mouth breathers call it "coasting." The international champion and his opponent may be the textbook definition of Atlantic Coasting, but that ends tonight.

Just as I attempt to aid Buster in bringing out his best, Beelzebozo will grow as he attempts to help you grow. While Buster may not vocalize this altruistic streak, I have little doubt he will want to upstage your little title fight as much as my circuits do. Following us? I do not envy you. Can you keep up with the future? The breakneck speed of progress? Or will you be embarrassed as disappointing models of yesterday in desperate need of cancellation? As I give Beelzebozo a beating that is counterproductive to his title chances, and he attempts to end my functionality for laughs, know that it is you two that are truly taking the hits. You have a 20% chance of rising to the occasion, but much like the Helloween Cup I would surmise that Collins finds everything beneath him and Evans has an in-joke that is more promising. Careers are made to be broken.

You ask me about a returning star, Tye? It would not upset my predictions if that star aligned with those two getting such high card placement. So even as I seek them out for a pay per view opponent at least one of them has a 67% chance of already being taken. This is predictable, but matters not. No matter how many anomalies continue for their main event status, ythe days of Atlantic Coasting are numbered.

You are our opponents tonight.

You will lose.

That is the promise of steel.

{{Fade to----

TG: So you're saying I should look into Collins and Evans pasts if I want to discover the returning star's identity?

{{That would have been such a great place to finish.}}

AB: I am saying Mr. Gibson, that the more you sweat, depriving your flesh body of essential fluids, the sharper your mind becomes. We shall leave you here in the embrace of that mechanical sauna, where I am sure you will achieve a journalistic nirvana, and the answers shall present themselves to you.

TG: Um... if you're sure?

{{The Luchian crew leave Gibson behind in the dressing room as they prepare for the upcoming war.}}

TG: Uh... guys?

"F E A R

T H E

V I S I O N

O F

T H E

I N D U S T R I A L

M A N "

Ice T Peel their Caps Back (instrumental) blares and The KGB, Christian Sebastian Kennedy, The Big Bad Bustling Bandit Paul Soutter and Bruno make their way down to the ring glaring at the crowd with disdain.

Frank Salazar : Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!!! Introducing first, coming in at a combined weight of 673 lbs ... The Sovereign of SWAT ... Mad Dog Paul Soutter!!!! The Harbinger of Death ... Christian Sebastian Kennedy .... THE K_G_B!!!!!!!!

Ace Scorpio : Look at the KGB, strutting around that ring like they own the freaken place.

Jax Carver : They DO Ace!

Ace Scorpio : Well, half do now, did you just see what i saw, Joe Pesci just bought half the FED!

Jax Carver : He is one of them as well Ace, Game_Over!

Ace Scorpio : Guess that makes this board meeting coming up PX was talking about before moot.

Jax Carver : The meeting MOOT? It makes PX himself MOOT i think.

The baseline instrumental keeps hammering thru the arena, fans sitting at home and in the audience could watch the Bandits stalk the ring to this baseline for the entire Turmoil and walk away satisfied.

Ace Scorpio : Things got REAL serious earlier Jax, REAL SERIOUS, and now at New Years Nightmare, we have the dream match of Vile Vince Viper Vs The Suit.

Jax Carver : Man, i can smell the ppv buy rates already!

Frank Salazar : And introducing their opponents .... coming in at a combined weight of 596 lbs.... Hells Bouncer .... and Scotty Bishop!!!!

Highway to Hell by ACDC hits and Hells Bouncer and Bishop make their way out, they stand on the ramp way, stare at each other then at the KGB and Bishop slaps him on the chest and says “Lets do this” and they both power walk down to the ring together.

Ace Scorpio : Here we go Jax! CSK and HB starting it off. CSK has been quite quite since dropping his belt to Goth.

Jax Carver : No shame in going down to Goth, as we just saw last match and have witnessed all year long. CSK concentrating on the Bandits now for the time being, and solo glory will come again before we know it.

Ace Scorpio : Referee Bo Brady calls for the bell and HB with a right hand to CSK, CSK no sells it and boots him in the guts. CSK then with a chop to the neck, and tosses HB into the ropes, Hells Bouncer bounces off them and drops CSK with a hard shoulder block.

Jax Carver : CSK kips up and HB grabs him and whips him to the ropes, as he bounces off them he tags in Suit and then slides under the legs of Hells Bouncer .... HB turns around to be met with a European Uppercut, and then Soutter from behind bulldogs him unawares. Great tag team wrestling!

Ace Scorpio : Both Bandits now with the double stomp on HB!

Jax Carver : Come on ref ... get one of them out of there!

CSK and Suit keep both stomping on Hells Bouncer, and Brady is putting the count on them, CSK yells something at Bishop, as he goes to enter the fray, but Brady blocks him, and as he does, Suit and CSK keep stomping the hell out of Hells Bouncer

Ace Scorpio : Man, this is unreal, Bishop is trying to push past Brady and he is doing the right thing holding him back, but its enabling the two on one and Bouncer is getting stomped to kingdom da-juice!

Jax Carver : Oldest trick in the book!

Ace Scorpio : CSK reaches over the top of Brady and paint brushes the face of Bishop, and Bishop loses it and jumps the top rope, Brady actually holding him back and pushing him out of the ring ... Bishop is losing his shit, he wants to get in there.

Jax Carver : Fool. Soutter lifts up Hells Bouncer and holds him in a bear hug ... CSK springboards off the ropes and guillotine leg drops Hells Bouncer as Soutter turns the bear hug into a spine buster.

Ace Scorpio : Soutter stands up behind Brady, right in the wrong corner as he is still admonishing Bishop and makes a loud clap with his hands and then leaves he ring, leaving CSK in there with HB. Wake up ref!

Jax Carver : Im telling ya, Brady aint ever been the same since Roxy’s panties came into his life.

Ace Scorpio : Nor have you the way you keep going on about them.

Jax Carver : CSK nails a swinging neckbreaker!

Ace Scorpio : CSK goes for the cover

One ........................

Two ............. HB gets a shoulder up.

Jax Carver : That might of been three if Brady was paying attention on the ring and not fooling around with Bishop in the corner.

Ace Scorpio : CSK with a gut wrench suplex!

Jax Carver : Tilt a whirl cross body from CSK!

Ace Scorpio : CSK with a spinning heel kick .... NO!!! Hells Bouncer just caught him! MY GOD! And he choke slams CSK hard down into the mat! WOW!

Jax Carver : Soutter runs into the ring angry and eats a spinning 360 discuss clothesline from HB!

Ace Scorpio : Hells Bouncer on a roll! DDT on Soutter!

Jax Carver : Hells Bouncer with a Big Boot to CSK!

Ace Scorpio : He has cleaned house. The crowd going wild! They are getting behind this powerhouse.

Jax Carver : Either that or that just hate the KGB that much they will cheer anyone who stands up to them.

Ace Scorpio : No, its more than that, they are really warming to him, he has been winning them over for a few months now.

Jax Carver : Bishop jumps the rope again, Brady tries to hold him back ... Bishop shoves him off him, and he joins up with Hells Bouncer side by side.

Ace Scorpio : Now we got a fight, two on two! WHAM!!!!

Super kick from Bishop ... right to HELLS BOUNCER!

Jax Carver : WOW!!!

Ace Scorpio : Bishop just super kicked his OWN PARTNER!

Jax Carver : I know these two don’t get along, but i must say, to do that mid match, and then walk out on your team mate, its bad form.

Ace Scorpio : He aint walking out. Check this out Jax!

All three men in the ring, Soutter, CSK and Bishop, triple stomp Hells Bouncer.

Jax Carver : What the absolute f ...

Ace Scorpio : Bishop grabs referee Bo Brady by two hand fulls of shirt and man handles him, yelling at him DONT MESS WITH THE BANDITS!!!

Jax Carver : Oh My God!

Ace Scorpio : Bishop is a Bandit?

Jax Carver : CSK grabs Hells Bouncer and levels him with the Emperors Statement (One-handed electric chair driver)

Ace Scorpio : This is not necessary! Hells Bouncer doesn’t deserve THIS!

Jax Carver : Yes he does Ace! The Bandits offered HIM a spot, and he practically spit in their face!

Ace Scorpio : He merely told them no thanks, like a man. They ambushed him then, and now again here this is sickening!

Jax Carver : Bishop slides out of the ring and digs a table up from under the ring and slides it in, Soutter is making his way to the top ropes, CSK lifting an out of it Hells Bouncer up to Soutter on the turnbuckle as Bishop finishes setting up the table in the ring.

Ace Scorpio : NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! SOUTTER SPECIAL!!! (Rikishi Driver) FROM THE TOP ROPE THRU THE TABLE!!!!! Referee Bo Brady holding his hands in his face at the carnage .... Soutter with the cover .................

One ...............................

Two ................................

THREE!!!!!

Jax Carver : You could of counted to 100!

Ice T Peel their Caps Back (instrumental) hits and Soutter, CSK and Bishop all hug in the ring, the three of them triple stomp Hells Bouncer once more for good measure, then slowly make their way up the ramp, jaw jacking with the fans.

Frank Salazar : Winners of the match .... THE K_G_B!!!!!

Frank goes to leave the ring, but Hells Bouncer grabs his pants by the ankles. Frank looks down on him and HB pulls himself slowly to his feet, resting on the top rope, wonky legs he snatches the mic from Frank

Hells Bouncer : KGB!!! I knew you pussies rolled like this!

HB pants, out of breathe and worse for wear

Hells Bouncer : Bishop, this doesn’t surprise me one bit! But you’re not done with ME!!!! I’ll see you at NEW YEARS NIGHTMARE BISHOP!!!

HB drops the mic and the fans erupt for him. Bishop snarls and nods his head motioning to the CSK and Suit he can’t wait, and he “got this”