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Post by SWAT eFed on Nov 21, 2021 5:06:12 GMT -5
Syndicate Wrestling & Tradition and the Continental Wrestling Alliance presents .... Jeremy Tucker : Welcome. Welcome to Moscow! Welcome to Battleground! WELCOME TO SWAT!!! What a show Turmoil was! We saw the day after he captured the World title from Eddie D, the Championship he had coveted for years and years, Frostbite take that belt and HE MADUSA'D IT! Threw it in the trash! Our esteemed belt!
Andrew Fulton : He sure did Jerry! Then the board ... fed up with The Founder Paul Soutter and his antics and holding him responsible for this travesty ... they 86'd him to the curd and appointed Blaze Freya as our new Commissioner!
Jeremy Tucker : Never one to go the easy route, Blaze said no one hands her anything, and declared she and Suit would fight and the winner would be in charge, and low and behold ....
Andrew Fulton : SHE WON! My girl did it! I knew she could!
Jeremy Tucker : I thought you were a Bandit?
Andrew Fulton : Well, I am ... but I have always loved her Jerry. Always.
Jeremy Tucker : For once you speak the truth. We all are well aware of your infatuation with her.
Andrew Fulton : Blaze then announced that there would be a tournament for the vacated belt at New Years Nightmare ... with us having 4 qualifying matches tonight and another 4 next Battleground.
Jeremy Tucker : Tonight's Four matches feature Alpha Pride Champion Vincent Wolf going head to head with The Unbelievable Oxford Osland.
Andrew Fulton : Also Ox's ReV co holder of the Tag Belts The Ultimate Kingpin Keith Williams and Lucky Linda La Fey will do battle.
Jeremy Tucker : In a rematch from last week, The Ruler Paul Blair and The Floridian Psychopath Mike Maddox battle for a spot at New Years Nightmare ...
Andrew Fulton : And then we have The Handicap Hero Claudio Corino facing off with Isaac Boothe's mysterious first signing John Cannon!
Jeremy Tucker : The world is wondering who Cannon is, and Boothe has assured us we all know and it will blow the roof off the Moscow Arena!
Andrew Fulton : It's one heck of a tourney and what about the eight man tag team main event! Blaze, Eddie and Team Fairtex against the KGB!
Jeremy Tucker : Blaze decreed no Bandits were allowed in the tourney and Donzig snapped and Stunned Frank Salazar! Now he, Sinclair and his Death Squad get to take out their frustrations in the Tornado Eight man tag. All that and soooo much more tonight ..... let's hear now from our SWAT Warriors and then first up ... John Cannon and Claudio Corino!
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Post by Donzig on Nov 21, 2021 16:58:53 GMT -5
'I fucking hate this city.' snarled Donzig as he stood with his minions outside the arena beside their gleaming black limousine. Their breath turned to mist as they stood in the cold watching the road leading down to the rear of the building. Sinclair said nothing, her long coat pulled tight around her against the cold. Her face barely visible beneath her hood, and she seemed to shiver as she would stomp every so often. The huge brutes, Mormo and Moloch said nothing but they looked equally cold and miserable as they stood in their huge parkas. Mormo had his furred hood pulled up around his face, and he scanned the parking lot before he gave a shrug.
Only Donzig seemed to not care about the cold, his eyes narrowed as he stood there. The Harbinger seemed to be in a foul mood, and every so often his hand would lift to tug at his beard. A shrug, and he growled at them. 'You know it is weird we are here. You see when Stalin rose to power he had to purge the Communist party of anyone he couldn't trust, anyone who was a threat to his power, or the regime! And so he murdered thousands upon thousands of people to make sure his reign was not threatened from within. You see he knew exactly what a collection of monsters he had under his thumb, knew what they were capable of.'
A pause, and Sinclair lifted her head as though in question. Donzig merely watched the road, licking his lips as he hissed. 'Without a strict and unforgiving chain of command, chaos is inevitable. Order must be maintained, and if it isn't?'
A shrug, and Sinclair started to speak again as the eyes of the Death Squad stared at Donzig. But then a car was pulling down the frost covered road, gleaming back as it slowly pulled into the lot. The rear door opened, and Soutter climbed out. He looked tired, glancing up at the Children of the Fall as he lifted his cellphone. He shrugged, and shook his head before he sighed. 'The Board is not answering my calls, I don't know what to do. I guess Blaze is in charge, I need to do something.'
The Founder fumbled for words, and Donzig sniffed. Sinclair saw his cheek twitch, but he stepped forward to place his hands on Soutter's shoulders.
'No. The Board of Directors will soon see that Blaze can not run SWAT, and they will see the error they have made. They will remember who runs this fucking place, and it is not the Blackpool Bombshell and her crew of would be do gooders! We will get it all back, Soutter. All of it, the gold, the company? All of it, it will belong to us again! This is and always will be Bandit Country, eh?'
Soutter forced a smile, and gave a quick nod. 'Anyone seen Joanne?'
Donzig looked to Sinclair, who shrugged. 'Haven't seen her since her little vanishing act last week, you know when she realized Olympia had her number.'
Soutter started to say something, but Donzig waved a hand. 'Peace, woman. Joanne will have to wait for another time, we have bigger problems.'
'I couldn't get you into the World Title Tournament, Donzig. The Board is standing besides Blaze's decision.' Soutter paused, and he shoved his hands in his pockets. 'They actually were talking about fines and suspensions for what you did to Frank.'
The Death Squad quickly drew back as Sinclair gasped, a hand pressed over her lips. And Donzig stared down at Soutter, hissing as his face twitched a few times. Then he shrugged, waving a hand before he clapped Soutter on the shoulder. 'Frank deserved it, besides it is not like I am planning on walking down to that ring and beating the living shit out of that horny little turncoat Fulton! So maybe they can double the motherfuckers.'
Soutter blinked, and held up his hands. 'Please, please, just try to be chill this week. You have a match to focus on, right?'
Donzig nodded, and forced a faint smile to his lips. 'True. If I hurt Blaze enough, she can't very well make any more stupid fucking decisions can she?'
Again everyone in the garage winced as his voice rose to a scream, that shriek grating on taunt nerves. The Death Squad drew back another step, and Soutter stared at Donzig. Sinclair stepped forward, placing a hand on his shoulder as she whispered something. Donzig sniffed again, and his cheek twitched as he lifted a hand. Sinclair turned to Soutter, and smiled. 'Let's go inside, we can figure this out.'
'Yes. You see we are the KGB not some band of rabble, and we will be back on top again. We take what we want, and we don't have time for fucking weaklings who get in our way! We run this place, because we are strong! Anyone who can't stop us? Too bad for them, because we are Bandits.'
Soutter nodded, smiling as he bumped a fist into Donzig's shoulder. 'Fucking right, mate! Let's go show them, why we are Bandits!'
Soutter walked past Donzig, locking arms with Godfrey as she led them inside. And the Death Squad fell in beside them, heading for the door. Donzig stood there not moving, his cold eyes narrowed on the Founder's back as his breath swirled around him. His fingers clenching into fists as his cheeck twictched again, and he finally started forward as well. Slowly reaching inside of his coat to produce his mask, and slowly pulled it down over his angry features.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2021 18:38:04 GMT -5
Click!
The sound of a projector sliding a picture into place is the first thing heard and as our scene opens up inside of a dark room, we are inside of a theater and the picture seen on the screen is of John Lennon, legendary Beatle. Sitting in one of the empty chairs with his feet propped up on the chair in front of him is the newest acquisition to SWAT in Richard Drake. With a small remote held firmly in the palm of his right hand, Richard looks to his left where the camera is located and begins to speak to all of the people who are waiting in anticipation to hear what he has to say.
“December 8th, 1980.”
Speaking boldly and confidently, the sound of Richard's voice is thick with a Dutch accent.
“The Dakota, New York.”
Keeping his feet propped up on the back of the chair directly in front of him, Richard maintains a very soft spoken composure.
“Mark David Chapman assassinated the legendary performer and then proceeded to remain at the scene of the crime reading J.D. Salinger’s The Catcher in the Rye until police arrested him.”
Extending his arm out and pressing a button on the remote, another clicking sound is heard and the picture shifts from John Lennon to former American president, John F. Kennedy.
“November 22nd, 1963.”
Removing his feet off of the back of the chair, Richard places them onto the floor and leans forward in the chair that he is sitting in.
“In Dallas, Texas on that very day at 12:30 PM, now former American president, John F. Kennedy was assassinated as they were riding through the Dealey Plaza by Lee Harvey Oswald. Everyone has heard the old “I was the second gunman on the grassy knoll” bit and most people have heard the conspiracy theory about the magic bullet.”
Aiming the remote at the screen again, the Picture immediately shifts from John F. Kennedy to Martin Luther King Jr. who stands at a podium on the front steps of the Lincoln Memorial.
“April 4th, 1968.”
Once again lowering the remote, Richard simply stares into the lens of the camera with a look of compassion on his face.
“Memphis, Tennessee.”
Taking a moment to pause, this was definitely for dramatic purposes.
“At the Lorraine Motel, James Earl Ray assassinated Martin Luther King Jr. simply because he had one motive in mind and that motive was hatred.”
Suddenly rising to his feet, Richard tosses the projector remote into the seat where he was sitting as the lights slowly begin to come to life as if this were the end of a movie but in all actuality, this is the beginning of what is to be a promo for the upcoming event, Battleground #43: March to Moscow.
“Now I want to make it perfectly clear that I am in no way, shape or form comparing myself to those men who I mentioned.”
Placing both of his hands behind his back in a strict military fashion, Richard begins to walk through the empty aisles while continuing to speak.
“When I woke up this morning, I received a notification and when I checked that notification, I discovered that I would be having my first match in this company and lo and behold, I discovered that I would be going up against the “Indian Assassin” Rajiv Khan.”
Peeling his baby blue eyes off of the camera, Richard gathers his thoughts for only a moment before immediately continuing to speak about his upcoming match.
“I know that I am the new blood around here and from what I can gather, you enjoy yourself a nice piece of fresh meat, don't you Mr. Khan? You lick your lips at the mere thought of breaking the next guy in and I can understand that. You have been around here for a while now, would you say that's correct? Well Mr. Khan, you can look into breaking me into this company but I want you to understand that this isn't going to be an assassination, quite the contrary as a matter of fact. Do you know what this is going to be?”
Separating his hands, Richard uses simple hand gestures to further his point.
“This is going to be the start of a very beautiful thing in this company and that is the rise of yours truly, Richard Drake.”
Turning his head to the right which is where the camera is positioned, Richard flashes a simple smile at the camera.
“Yes I know, you have probably heard that same song and dance so many times now that it gets old. Am I right? Well who am I to say that I blame you? I mean, as far as you know, I don't offer anything new or exciting that hasn't been seen before but that's just it—that hasn't been seen yet. See Rajiv, that's where things get really interesting because I know what I bring to the table but you don't. So how are you going to approach this situation? Of course the obvious answer would be to say that you are going to approach this situation just like you do all the others and that is with Indian Assassin Style.”
Tapping the left side of his temple with his left pointer finger, he spins his frame on a dime to where he is facing the camera now.
“I admit that I don't know a lot about that but the beautiful thing is, there's a lot of information out there for me to study. Now surely you will do the exact same thing, right? I would hate to think that you will simply believe that one style can cut through them all because I have to tell you, I'm not like the other people around here and I mean no disrespect to any of them but I'm different and I pride myself on being different. I have always been a very firm believer that the pen is mightier than the sword so if you feel the need to utilize bully tactics because you feel that would be the best approach then by all means, do so, but do realize that it's not going to go the way you intend for it to go.”
Shaking his head from side to side in a slow manner, this isn't Richard being arrogant or anything but simply stating the truth. People have tried to utilize bully tactics against him before and every single one of those people have failed in the past. Now will Rajiv be the first to succeed in that matter should he choose to utilize it? Nobody knows just yet but we will find out very soon.
“Now I know, I will have my work cut out for me and that's fine. I have always been the kind of competitor who strives to be the very best. I have always been the kind of competitor who wants to face everyone at their best because I don't believe in taking the low road and I most certainly don't believe in facing anyone when they're not at their best. So hopefully Rajiv, you will be at your very best because if you're not? Well I don't want to sound arrogant or anything but it's not going to bode very well for you.”
Once again shaking his head, he speaks with conviction and brutal honesty which is one of the reasons why he was dubbed the Silver Tongued Pope. Walking back in the direction where he came from, it's at a very slow pace which is by design since he has more to get off of his chest regarding his debut match.
“Let me ask you a question if I may, Rajiv. What are your thoughts when it comes to making a first impression?”
Removing his eyes off of the camera, he looks down at the floor momentarily while continuing to speak.
“See, I have always been a very firm believer that you should make a good first impression. Now in this instance? The two of us are going to do battle and as far as we know, there's absolutely nothing on the line other than our pride. I can't speak on your behalf Rajiv but I can tell you that when it comes to pride and making a good first impression? I do WHATEVER it takes to show the world who I am and what I am capable of inside that squared circle. But do you?”
Continuing to walk very slowly back to his seat, Richard removes his glare from off of the floor and places it back on to the camera which records his every movement as well as his every word.
“Now before you think that I am counting you out, I want you to understand that I'm not. I ask that question with genuine curiosity because I know that a lot of people, especially when they're veterans in the business tend to become complacent and so I want you to think about that question before you simply spout off an answer. So I ask you again and I implore you to think about it with an open mind but have you become complacent, Rajiv?”
Allowing a sly grin to form along his face very slowly, Richard makes his way back to the seat that he was sitting in and bends down to grab the projector remote. Aiming it back at the screen, he presses the button and another click is heard which ironically brings up his very own picture.
“That's what I ask you because when I look at my own Picture on the projector screen? I know that I haven't become complacent. I know that I have the hunger of a lion and I know that when you and I step into that ring in Moscow—it's not going to be pretty but that's what happens when you take two men such as ourselves and tell them to prove why they are the best. When I look at my own picture on the projector screen Rajiv, I know for a fact that I'm not going to be your next victim. I know for a fact that I'm not going to be "assassinated” and not because you're not good enough but simply because I believe that I want it more and now is the time where you have to prove me wrong.”
Tossing the projector remote back into the seat, he extends both of his arms in a questioning manner.
“So can you?”
Speaking with raw passion and conviction, Richard knows that he is in a really good place right now because Rajiv has to prove him wrong.
“The world will find out in Moscow, Russia.”
Once again grinning from ear to ear, Richard lowers his arms placing his hands into the pockets of his pants. Turning away from the camera as well as the screen projector, he simply exits the scene and out of the theater as there's nothing left to be said right now but there will be in due time.
Stay tuned!
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Post by sniper on Nov 21, 2021 19:23:04 GMT -5
Johnny Sniper sits alone in a chair illuminated only by the light of a signal bulb swaying to and fro above his head.\
"Miss me? I know it's been a long ass time since anyone has see or heard from me. And, to be honest, I often wondered if you would see or heard from me myself, hell I wondered if I would hear from me."
Sniper hangs his head.
"I'm not afraid to say this, I almost lost myself. I let the words of doubt, and fear take control of my life, and it almost became to much to bear. And I was too blind to see it, to stubborn, to stupid to listen. To involved with myself to realized, I was losing everything. I was losing myself.
Sniper stops for a moment and closes his eyes for a bit longer than a standard blink.
"It took me a while, but I began to find myself. I know my faults and flaws. And that makes me so much more dangerous.
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Post by SWAT eFed on Nov 22, 2021 4:44:39 GMT -5
Rajiv Khan : Have I become complacent? [We see ‘The Indian Assassin’ in the Moscow arena warehouse feeding his Elephant Sabu some hay.] Rajiv Khan : Welcome to SWAT Richard Drake. They call me Khan. Rajiv Khan. [He does his best James Bond impression in his gutteral Indian accent.] Rajiv Khan : They call me the welcoming committee at SWAT. Well, let’s be honest, it’s more the welcoming mat. Every joker who walks through these doors thinks they can mow right past me. And, what really grinds my goat, is, they all do. Back in India, I was a banker! My Cousin Mohammad was a Prince! We lived the high life. I moved across the world to be a SWAT Warrior and now I am an embarrassment to my family. Mohammad came to try and help me turn it around and he too is now stuck with me on the, how you say, struggle street. But we do not give up our dream We stay and we try and we fight! With all we have. Last week, we have them jobber’s ‘Been Jamin’ and Conrad Hay right were we wanted them. We were set to get our very first win ever! Stardom awaited! Then …. Then them slimy Hellhounds returned! Ruined the party! Well Hounds! We will LEASH YOU! We are SWAT Originals! We put in the hard yards, week in week out and we know we are better than you! We should be the Tag Team Champs! We should be The Anzac Cup winners! [Sabu bellows agreement and Rajiv rubs his trunk fondly.] Rajiv Khan : I should have all the pretty girls, girls like Dangerous Donna. I was about to make my move on her at Turmoil when that blocker Ox got in my way. The grub. I will get you Ox! And the ReVs! [He snarls, his accent showing disdain for the Tag Team Champions.] Rajiv Khan : As for you … Richard Drake! You ask if I am complacent? Let me ask YOU! Does it sound like I am complacent? You can take your ‘complacent’ and you can jam it in your privileged ass! Come Sabu. We go! [He motions dramatically walking off, Sabu stands still as a statue and Rajiv has to stop his dramatic exit to coax the beast onward.]
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2021 13:01:23 GMT -5
“My privileged ass, huh?”
Walking down the sidewalk on this beautiful day, Richard is surrounded by lush green grass, clear water ponds and even innocent white ducks that swim in them. With his head lowered, he stares down at the concrete and has a grin curled upon his face at the remark that Rajiv made.
“Normally people would get upset by such a remark but me? There's no reason to because you're not wrong Rajiv.”
Bringing his head up, he has a soft smile of humility expressed.
“My grandfather is a legend in this sport. He made history all throughout the Netherlands and to this day, people STILL talk about him as if he is still going strong in the business even though he has been retired for a long time now. See Rajiv, I’m not going to shy away from the truth because that's what it is, the truth. When I made my debut into this business back in 2017? It was for one of the top promotions in the world at the time. Yes, I got that spot because my grandfather made some calls and pulled some strings to get me there and it was very short lived because of my own doing.”
Showing a strong sense of humility, this part of Richard's story keeps him grounded.
“I had the talent, that was never the issue. But I wanted to party, I wanted to get high and instead of focusing on my career like I should have—I blew my money on drugs and well, needless to say, it wasn't very long until the company was forced to release me. At the time, I didn't understand why and I was very bitter at them for doing so but now that I have gotten clean and have put my nose to the grind where it should have been from the very beginning? I completely understand why they made the decision that they did because even though you may be naturally gifted when it comes to something; you are still representing them in the end and I deserved what I got.”
Instead of trying to place the blame on anyone else like many people would have, Richard takes responsibility for his own actions because he understands that it was his fault. Nodding his head in a very slow manner, he keeps his hands placed in his pockets and continues walking down the sidewalk very slowly to enjoy this beautiful day.
“But due to the fact that I was naturally gifted, I was hired on as a trainer in Japan. My dream as I knew it was gone because I was too busy starring in adult films, putting white stuff up my nose and even running my own stripclub. But earlier this year—my good friend Emily Emmett, who saved my life because I overdosed a year prior, asked me how I felt about returning to the business but as a wrestler.”
With tears welling up in his eyes, he maintains his composure but just barely. This meant everything to Richard because he thought he had ruined his chances forever but here he is, four year later and competing in the business that he genuinely loves once again.
“What do you say to that, you know? So I had been clean for about a year at the time, even longer now and we had found a company that was willing to take a chance on me and I won't get into those details but—here I stand before you now, Rajiv. I’m clean, sober, and my privileged ass had to scrape the bottom of the barrel to get where I'm at today because yeah; I HAD that privilege once upon a time but then I went and ruined it and had to start over from the very bottom and truth to told? I'm SO glad that I did!”
Speaking with a genuine conviction, this made Richard grow up and understand what needed to be done.
“I have learned a lot about this business through trials and tribulations but I would say that the most important thing is, I have learned a lot about myself. Now I would like to state that I respect your heart and passion when it comes to this business Rajiv because a lot of people would have given up by now. A lot of people would have given up the moment when they starting losing every match that has come their way but you have this persistence about you, you have this undying passion to be successful in this business and it's hard for me to discredit you for that because I see myself in you in a lot of ways, Rajiv. We both have a dream and that dream is to be the best. Unfortunately that dream will only follow one of us around and I don't mean any disrespect when I say this but I have absolutely no choice but to use you as a stepping stone here in this company if I want that dream to follow me around and trust me Rajiv, I do, and I will do whatever it takes to make that dream become a reality.”
Nodding his head to show that he is incredibly serious and passionate about making a successful return, Richard stops at the edge of a pond and simply watches the ducks. Taking a moment to pause, this was intentional as he wanted to understand the simplicity of a duck's life because all they have to do is search for food, for shelter, and simply enjoy life for what it is instead of having a bunch of obstacles placed in their way.
“No, I’m not going to ask you if you would do the same because I already know the answer to that question. You made it crystal clear that you're not complacent and I respect that. I respect the fact that you showed so much fire and passion because that's exactly what I wanted out of you Rajiv. I wanted to know that I would be getting the best Rajiv that you could muster up and now that I know that, this is where things get really interesting because I have a feeling that the two of us are going to tear the roof off of the Luzhniki Stadium in Moscow, Russia.”
Feeling the adrenaline coursing through his veins, these kinds of matches always excite Richard because his dream is to be the absolute best in the business and he knows that he can't do that unless every single opponent who is placed in his path is at their absolute best as well.
“I know that you can feel the electricity in the air Rajiv. I know that you can feel the excitement and I know that you can feel the implications of this match. This could very well be the victory that you have been searching for all along but then again, this could very well turn out to be just like every other match that you have had thus far and I hate to be the person to burst that bubble of yours because believe it or not, I do like you Rajiv but when it comes to this business? I don't care who you are. If you stand across that ring from me then you are my opponent and I will treat you as such until we go from bell to bell. So Rajiv, I hope that you understand where I'm coming from because this isn't personal, it's strictly business and when business calls?”
Removing his right hand from out of his pocket, he reaches up and scratches the side of his head very lightly as a gentle breeze blows through his hair. Continuing to watch the ducks, they make several splashing sounds as well as quacks which cause Richard to smile.
“I answer the call! Yeah, I know, that's a really cliché thing to say but it's the truth. So lace up those boots Rajiv and please; continue to follow those dreams because even though you probably won't be picking up a victory against me—I do believe that there's still hope for you and I want to see you succeed.”
Growing quiet almost immediately thereafter, Richard quietly clears his throat and simply stands there watching the simple things in life. Stopping to take a proverbial smell of the roses, our scene slowly comes to a close as Richard is most certainly prepared for March to Moscow.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2021 14:47:57 GMT -5
BROADCAST OF LEAKED SECURITY FOOTAGE!
The University of Manchester, Manchester, England,
June 6, 2018.
The national championships for Lacross have just begun as Vincent Wolf sits on the bench waiting for the game to begin. He's not only representing the University of Oxford and the Lacross team but the Wolf family bloodline. Vincent Wolf has been the all-star of the Lacross league every year, he's played and now as a college Sophomore he has already set several league records.
This will be Oxford's first championship title in over a decade if the team can manage to get a victory over Manchester United. The crowd of fans cheers as each and every name gets announced as both teams take the field. Vincent Wolf takes the field to a standing ovation as his name is announced. He can hear the chants for him but he can also hear the voices of the ones who doubt him, as they yell and shout "you can't win, you have limits".
While Vincent stews on those words, he takes off scoring within 45 seconds of the starting whistle, he refuses to live by limitations while continuing to prove that to the fans. Most of all he continues to prove that he can have success beyond limits to the Grand Elder of the "Council of Elders" that are always watching him.
Oxford would go on to win by a huge margin as Vincent Wolf would be named the all-star of the game as he continued to break league records. At the end of the game, he would stand on the field shouting at the naysayers and the doubters "SUCCESS BEYOND LIMITS".
As the field empties and the fans disappear Vincent Wolf can still be seen walking around the Manchester United field enjoying the championship victory when five men in hooded robes approach him. Vincent instantly knows who they are as he has seen them before, these men are the "Council of Elders" and the Grand Elder. He refuses to allow their presence to ruin his celebration so he waits to speak until he knows why they are here.
The Grand Elder doesn't waste any time as he holds his hand up halting the other council members in their place as he begins to speak.
~The Grand Elder~
Vincent, congratulations on your victory, tonight was very successful not only for yourself and the Lacross team but for the "Council of Elders" as well.
Vincent Wolf just stares at the Grand Elder with curiosity and wonder as he speaks.
~The Grand Elder~
Tonight we have come ever so closer to finding your limitations, finding your limits will be the downfall of not only your success but your family bloodline. Then and only then will the Wolf family name be ever forgotten!
~The Grand Elder~
Tonight continues the trail of your bloodline, tonight continues your fight for your family name, and tonight we will continue to see just how much of your grandfather's blood runs through your veins.
The "Council of Elders" just stand there with emotionless expressions on their faces waiting for the grandson of the greatest Elder to ever live, Deidrick Wolf to react to their words. But Vincent shows them more than they were ready for as he walks up and slowly leans in as he whispers into the ear of the Grand Elder...
~Vincent Wolf~
Success beyond limits!
The Office of Vincent Wolf, Wolf Enterprises, Berlin, Germany,
November 21, 2021,
The door to the CEO's office is closed with the blinds pulled down, as Vincent Wolf sits in their joined by Isabella Palmer. With everything moving so quickly for Vincent Wolf and Wolf Enterprises he has been hounded for a personal meeting by the CFO of Dark Horse Industries.
The two sit leaned back in the maroon leather wingback chairs, as Isabella Palmer sips on an expensive glass of Chardonnay and Vincent, as usual, drinking a bottle of iced cold purified water as they sit there speaking about business along with a small bit of personal business as well.
~Isabella Palmer~
Vincent, darling, so tell me what's it like living the dream, living your dreams?
~Vincent Wolf~
It's amazing, I am the owner and CEO of my late grandfather's business, I am currently wrestling for a huge wrestling company, SWAT, Syndicate Wrestling, and Tradition. I have received my inheritance from my grandfather's will, but that's a story for another time.
Vincent smiles at Isabella as he says that, she gives a short little laugh and continues to stare at the million-dollar smile of Vincent's.
~Vincent Wolf~
Although don't get me wrong, with everything going, my way I'm still not living my dreams, I would rather say I'm living in my dreams.
~Isabella Palmer~
Why is that, you seem to have it all, looks, money, championship gold what more could there be?
~Vincent Wolf~
SUCCESS BEYOND LIMITS!
~Isabella Palmer~
Once again I have to ask what more could there be? You have unlimited resources, and by what I have seen unlimited talent as well.
A shine appears in "The Alpha's" eyes as Isabella Palmer's words leave her beautiful lips. He sits there for a moment allowing her words to resonate in his own mind as he ponders his next few words.
~Vincent Wolf~
Yes, yes I do but you see I want more than just unlimited money, even with that I am limited in what I am allowed to do, now, don't get things twisted as I am not limited on what I can do.
With those words, Isabella moves in closer as she sits on the edge of her seat listening she reaches out grasping the hand of "The Alpha" and continues to listen with intrigue.
~Vincent Wolf~
As the world knows I have an unbelievable opportunity coming up at SWAT's Battleground 43 when I face Oxford Osland "The Unbelievable" in a qualifying match for the SWAT World Championship tournament.
~Isabella Palmer~
Of course, any true wrestling fan knows about SWAT and Battleground 43, but what about your upcoming CWA World championship tournament match against the winner of the Frostbite, Rob Riot match as well?
~Vincent Wolf~
Oh, believe me, I am ready for both matches and both tournaments, although at this moment in time I want to focus on Oxford Osland. A man who currently holds one-half of the SWAT Tag Team championships and understands what it takes to hold duel championships at once.
~Vincent Wolf~
"The Unbelievable" has been just that throughout his career, unbelievable, now it's my time to show the world I can have success beyond limits. As I claim victory over Oxford Osland and as I claim the CWA World championship becoming the first-ever as well, proving success beyond limits.
A look of pure admiration, complete and utter trust along with unbridled lust radiates from the face of Isabella Palmer while she sits there holding the hand of "The Alpha".
~Isabella Palmer~
I wish you all the best and I believe I now understand what you mean by success beyond limits, I also believe that people believe you are limited because you are a wealthy young billionaire, they assume you are limited because they assume you don't work as hard as anyone else, that everything is just handed to you. I trust you when you say you are not limited and you will prove it.
~Vincent Wolf~
I know you do, and soon the world will understand and believe me as well, including Oxford Osland. The world forgets what I can do when I set my mind to it, I am the SWAT Alpha Pride champion and soon I will be not only the CWA World champion but the undisputed SWAT World champion.
~Vincent Wolf~
I have always dedicated my matches to my grandfather Deidrick Wolf and to our bloodline, this match against Oxford Osland "The Unbelievable" I will also dedicate it not only to them and to success beyond limits but to you as well Isabella.
Isabella Palmer blushes a bit as she places her hand onto the cheek of "The Alpha" Vincent Wolf...
BROADCAST FEED CUT!
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Post by theshootfighter1963 on Nov 22, 2021 20:40:57 GMT -5
(Olympia is in the infirmary with the doctor who is checking her eyes out after Necra's black mist was sprewed into her eyes. There is a look of rage in her eyes as the doctor lowers her pen light.)
Olympia: "Look I'm okay to wrestle tonight."
Dr. Kovinsky: "I'm still concerned about the fact that your eyes aren't a hundred percent."
Olympia: "I'M OKAY AND I WANT TO WRESTLE!"
(The door opens and Dragonatrix enters.)
Dragonatrix: "What seems to be the trouble."
Dr. Kovinsky: "Olympia is being stubborn and wants to wrestle Necra tonight."
Dragonatrix: "What's your analysis."
Olympia: "Hell with the analysis. I want necra and I want her right now I want to tear Necra apart and continue to tear her apart until I'm satisfied that she's laying all over the ring in pieces."
Dragonatrix: "Look that's up to Blaze to decide."
Olympia: "Blaze?"
Dragonatrix: "Yes she's the new owner of SWAT after Soutter was removed, but she defeated him in a match since she didn't to be given the position. So she's the new owner. You didn't know did you."
Olympia: "I was getting my eyes cleaned and checked after that mist."
Dragonatrix: "I stand corrected. Look what the doctor says goes. I know you want to wrestle Necra though wrestling isn't what you have in mind tonight after what she did to you."
Olympia: "You have no idea what I have in mind for bitch. I want to wrestle Necra and I want to wrestle her tonight in the ring and I don't care if I have to be led to the ring by a seeing eye dog with a cane. I'm going out there to face Necra doctors orders or not. So tell Blaze I intend to be facing Necra no matter who tells me differently."
(Dragonatrix sighs and looks away but turns to face at Olympia.)
Dragonatrix: "Fine. I'll tell Blaze how stubborn you are and I'll be back with her decision."
Olympia: "Fine. Lock the infirmary so I can't get out and have a pre match before the match with Necra when I track her down and maul her."
Dragonatrix: "You try and security will find you and throw you out of the arena and you won't have a match with Necra."
Olympia: "Fine. I'll stay here and wait for the decision."
(Dragonatrix looks at her with doubt but leaves with the doctor.)
Olympia: "Imagine Necra you conveniently wanted to protect your precious ally Joanne Cannelli. Well mission accomplished Necra. The thing is you just angered you should not have angered. You pissed off one angry Amazon Necra and you are going to be wishing tonight that you chose a scrub. A loser. A jobber. Yet you decided to provoke me. You decided to have your debut match against 'The Spartan' of the SWAT Amazons Division."
(Olympia glares into the camera the intensity growing.)
Olympia: "You decided that I was an easy mark for your debut but you're going to find out that I'm not some stepping stone for you Necra. I'm no ones stepping stone and you are going to find out when I start tearing your limbs off and stretching you into positions that you never even knew you could do. Maybe you can learn some new yoga moves that were never known to anyone if you actually do that. I doubt you can do that Necra."
(She crosses her arms her fists clenched as she does so.)
Olympia: "You don't know what I'm capable of Necra when I'm in a foul mood and believe me I'm in a truly foul mood. Don't worry Necra you're going to find out in a matter of moments. You're going to find that out and find out in a very painful way. In fact I may decide to make you
swallow your black mist and watch you gag before I beat you down without any remorse whatsoever. You want to see real darkness coming from an opponent out for revenge. You're going to be getting it and getting it at full fury. You want that Necra. I know you do and I'll be glad to
put you in your place. Don't think I'll do it Necra. Try me and you'll see I keep my word Necra. I keep my word and I my vow and I setout what I intend to do."
(She uncrosses her arms her fists still clenched.)
Olympia: "So good luck Necra and hope that you have room for a couple of black eyes. Maybe even blood coming from both your nose and mouth Necra. We'll see in a matter of moments. Won't we Necra."
(Olympia sticks her face into the camera.)
Olympia: "Won't we."
(She backs away from the camera and the scene slowly fades to black.)
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Post by BRAVE1 on Nov 23, 2021 11:58:29 GMT -5
[Pre-Recorded.]
[Battleground #42.]
[The Aftermath.]
Scoring the deciding fall in the Main Event at Madison Square Garden will standout as one of the most important aspects of Oxford Osland's career. The culmination of years on the mat, years of travelling around the world, and it came to a head in one match, in one moment. The outcome was enough to momentarily erase the poor taste in Osland's mouth from his trip up North, and the eventual outcome of the Great Northern War.
This was his moment, and nobody could take it away.
What seemingly added to the lore of the moment, was the fact that Donna was there to witness it. Not only was she there, it was her pep talk and her unwavering loyalty and support that brought the proper outlook to the levity of the situation at hand. One might argue that someone like Oxford Osland is always looking for the bigger and better deal. Willing to leave anything of true substance in the shadows, while he outwardly chases his goals and dreams. The desire to reach the pinnacle of the sport was his calling, and he wasn't about to allow anyone to become a distraction.
Osland's desire to remain at the top of his game has come with great sacrifice over the years. Never let anyone get too close. Keep oneself guarded, so that there isn't any possible way to fear a double-cross. This was different though. Osland had done his best to push Donna away on many occasions, and while he's likely undeserving of her attention - they're drawn to one and other.
With Donna by his side, Osland took one last walk from the backstage area out into the middle of the arena. The SWAT stagehands were hard at work, taking down the ring and clearing out the area. Osland walked slowly, taking it all in. He looked up at the rafters visualizing how they were full of raging SWAT fans, and that it was his in-ring prowess that would be the last thing the jam-packed arena would see before going on their merry way.
Donna: "You did it."
Osland looked to his left and saw the Bonnie to his Clyde looking up at him.
Osland: "We did it."
Donna blushed, overwhelmed that in this moment they could both sense that they were both thankful for one and other.
"Excuse me..."
[...]
"Oxford, can I get word?"
SWAT reporter Katie Moss had crept up behind the duo with a mic in her hand and a camera man in tow. Donna nudged Osland to take this opportunity to speak his mind.
Osland: "I'm in a good mood Katie, lucky for you. I'm sure you saw what just happened out here no more than an hour ago?"
Moss: "The Agony of Defeat I believe it's referred to?"
Osland: "Only the most vicious submission in the game today. Once I lock those arms together and roll forward, your shoulders are going to burst from their sockets if you don't tap fast enough."
Moss: "I noticed that you arrived at the arena an hour prior to your match..."
Osland: "My flight was delayed coming out of Nova Scotia. In the end, it worked out well for me. I didn't have the opportunity to let the moment at hand allow doubt to creep into my psyche. I arrived, saw the face that seems to make everything fall into place and marched forward like a soldier going to war."
[Osland and Donna exchange a look. Katie sees it, but isn't going to poke at that on this occasion.]
Moss: "I'm not sure if you saw, or heard - but our new commissioner Blaze Freya announced that there was going to be a tournament to crown the next SWAT World Heavyweight Champion. The catch? No KGB allowed!"
Osland: "Trying to keep up with the inner workings of the KGB is a daunting task. Their reputation precedes them as a vicious group of individuals who come together for a common cause. As of late, cracks in their armour have started to show. While I have had very little direct exposure to in regards to the KGB, as an outsider it appears as though things could implode at any moment."
Moss: "While that might be true, I'm curious about your mindset heading into the tournament. You were once the SWAT Television Champion. You're now currently holding one-half of the SWAT World Tag Team Championships. IS a foray back into singles competition something you could see taking place in your future?"
Osland: "From day 1, the goal was always to prove that I'm the best wrestler in the world. Right now, I'm living proof that along with Keith Williams - we are the Best Tag Team in professional wrestling. This championship proves it, and our victory in the 2021 Anzac Cup hammers it home. When it comes to tandem competition there is no-one better. The ReVenants also proved that we're capable of headlining events on the grandest stage as the Tag Team Champions."
Osland pauses for effect, while also searching for the proper words.
Osland: "Who else could be capable of holding two championships at once? Other than one slip up, your boy is undefeated in singles competiton since signing my contract over a year ago. So, the headline shouldn't be about the KGB not being allowed to compete. The Headline should be about Oxford Osland being on the verge of of capturing the SWAT World Heavyweight Champion."
We hear the sound of a cell phone notification. Katie looks down to check on it, and it appears as though the official brackets for the tournament have been released. Being the good journalist that she is, Katie shares the latest developments with Osland.
Moss: "It appears as though Blaze and the rest of the SWAT Brass haven't done you any favours with your first round opponent."
Osland: "Me any favours? What about the poor schmuck that has the unenviable task of trying to defeat yours truly?"
The tenuous relationship between Osland and Katie Moss has been well documented. With a glint of happiness in her eye, Katie delivers the bombshell.
Moss: "Your opponent is the current Alpha Pride Champion of Swat; Vincent Wolf."
Osland rubs his hands together, mulling over the news.
Osland: "Hm. Champion vs Champion."
Osland lets it linger, as if examining the levity of the upcoming contest and what it could mean for the future of the promotion.
Moss: "Off the cuff, give me your thoughts."
Osland: "In order to be the best, you have to beat the best. Vincent Wolf has taken the promotion by storm early on, and holds impressive victories over some very talented wrestlers here in SWAT. But to be fair, this is a step up in class for Vincent."
[Osland sneers.]
Osland: "With where my mindset is right now, I don't want any short cuts. I want to continue to test myself against the best wrestlers in the world. I want to remind everyone that anything of value or substance in SWAT runs through me. I sat idly by and watched the likes of Eddie D, Frostbite, Jon Valentine and Rally Jackson seemingly dubbed the best singles wrestlers in SWAT. Why though? None of those men hold victories over me?"
[Osland lets it linger.]
Osland: "The SWAT World Heavyweight Championship needs to find its way around the waist of yours truly. Now that I have my first opportunity to chase it down, It's going to be a sticking point for me going forward. Once I get a taste for the hunt... Once I get that feeling deep inside of me.... It's not something I'm capable of turning off."
[Osland looks over at Donna who continues to stand at his side.]
Osland: "I'm in a good place right now. I'm in the kind of place that should make my opponents weary."
Moss: "Vincent Wolf comes from a long line of gladiators, professional wrestlers and all-around shooters..."
[Before she can finish putting Vincent Wolf over any further, Osland interrupts.]
Osland: "Perfect."
[His words jolt Katie into place. Osland is unrelenting.]
Osland: "These are the types of challenges that I want, that I'm seeking. I hold no ill-will towards Vincent Wolf. He hasn't given me a reason to walk down that path up until now. Our respective fates have brought us together for an epic clash between two superstars who represent this company as champions. The end goal is the same for both of us. To succeed, and to make those who have stood by us proud. Inside of the ring, I believe my skills on the mat are second to none, so I fancy my opportunities to make 'good' there. As far as in the stand up, I'll come prepared with a gameplan to defend, and to keep myself away from the ropes and in positions to score takedowns to keep the fight in my world."
[Osland speaks with an air of confidence.]
Osland: "I've been biding my time and waiting for the right opportunity to seize my position at the top of this promotion. Vincent Wolf is arguably one of the favourites to win this tournament...."
[...]
Osland: "But so am I."
[Donna can't hold back any longer. She takes the moment, and makes it her own.]
Donna: "You have your quotable material for the SWAT Website now, Katie. If you're looking for 'my man' to waver in anyway, or take a step backwards, you've got another thing coming. Before you came out here and interrupted us, we were soaking in the ambiance while appreciating the moment at hand. Why don't you save the rest of your questions for Moscow."
[Osland smiles, feeling as though Donna was right on target with her timing.]
Osland: (Dismissive) "Run along Katie..."
[Katie scoffs with a stink face that could win awards.]
[Undeterred, Dangerous Donna and Oxford Osland resume their moment together under the lights. Their hands comes together, which demonstrates the trust that Osland has in her. Before long, the lights in the arena dim, and the ring crew has finished their duties.]
[Another Life Changing Opportunity Awaits...]
[Cut.]
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Post by theshootfighter1963 on Nov 23, 2021 20:21:58 GMT -5
(The screen shows Psychotic Goth at an old Russian Gulag walking through the abandoned prison labor camp despite the cold weather and snow. he seems both unaffected and practically enjoys looking at the old bunkers and rusty fences as well as the guard stations.)
Psychotic Goth: "The ancient gulags of the old Soviet Union. Where thousands and millions of prisoners and political enemies of men like Joseph Stalin and others would send them to places like this in Siberia. A place where hell and death is welcome compared to the hell the prisoners had to go through during their labors."
(He smiles sadistically.)
Psychotic Goth: "This place of purgatory that housed these slaves of the condemned. This place where all who were enemies of the state had no chance to be free or experience freedom again."
(Psychotic Goth roars in a Russian dialect.)
Psychotic Goth: "This place of ultimate hell is a place where people were herded in but they never left or escaped even if they were lucky to do so. They would have been hunted down and returned or killed if they were lucky since death would have been welcome compared to the gulag's nightmarish tasks that awaited them."
(He laughs maniacally as he picks up a pick axe and looks at the rusty tool.)
Psychotic Goth: "This tool of labor split soil and rocks. They slaved and toiled never to leave the gulag's confinement again unless it was in a pine box. Oh such hell they went through. I can feel and hear the souls and spirits around me as they slave away within these fenced
barriers under the unforgiving gazes of the guards."
(Psychotic Goth roars like a beast as his eyes start glowing red.)
Psychotic Goth: "This is my place of solace. This is the kind of place I love with all of my heart. It is the kind of hell and purgatory that I relish so much."
(He laughs demonically.)
Psychotic Goth: "Tonight in Moscow David Vector and I shall be facing the appropriately named Hell Hounds Cereberus and Psycho. They are led by someone I know quite well. Yes I remember you well Reverend Cornelius Marsh. In the old Hardkore Rocky Mountains Region where my wife faced off against you over sixteen years ago and you defeated her. I'm going to get back at you for that by putting your Hell Hounds through hell."
(Psychotic Goth looks at the pick axe and caresses it lovingly.)
Psychotic Goth: "You think David and I are easy opponents. Then you had better be praying to your god or shall I say false god Cornelius Marsh
because your Hell Hounds shall experience hell that you have never experienced before. I don't mean your previous opponents of Rally Jackson and his bodyguard posing as a luchador. I mean a real tag team who will hurt your precious little pets and we shall personally send you and your Hellhounds to the gulag."
(He smiles and laughs demonically again.)
Psychotic Goth: "Imagine trying to raise money for your crappy ministry from a place like this Marsh with your Hellhounds playing the role of the prisoners. Who knows maybe the souls of the dead and suffering will make appearances just to help create that effect. David and I shall be more than happy to grant you that wish. We shall be more than happy to beat you and send you here to your eternal fate of hell."
(Psychotic Goth sees a skull laying on the ground and he picks it up.)
Psychotic Goth: "Such a poor soul you are oh Gregor. You have suffered so much on the ground and yet you never were buried and your soul shall never experience the true peace. Imagine if the Hell Hounds saw you and instead of respecting you they sniffed you and pissed on you as if you were another fireplug. We shall avenge that humiliation on you. We shall teach them a lesson they shall never forget and even Vampira shall be smiling with satisfaction."
(He puts down the skull and then starts using the pick axe to start digging into the hard soil until he stops and slowly places the skull into the hole before placing the soil back to where it is. He looks into the camera still smiling demonically.)
Psychotic Goth: "Hell Hounds you shall feel the wrath of both myself and David Vector. Your handler the not so good con artist Reverend Cornelius Marsh shall never be able to save you from your suffering. We shall make sure of that and you shall see what real hell is."
(Psychotic Goth lowers his head and raises his arms before flinging his head back revealing his pale handsome goth like looks.)
Psychotic Goth: "Tonight in Moscow hell shall come to you full force in the form of David Vector and myself. You shall feel our wrath and wish you never heard of us. Thus I have spoken and thus we shall carry out your punishment."
(He roars as thunder is heard in the background and he disappears as the screen goes dark.)
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Post by SWAT eFed on Nov 24, 2021 2:53:18 GMT -5
[The Soviet Flag is moving at a fever pitch as it is going back and forth simply because of the strong wind here in Moscow. Our cameras are looking up at the pink skies as if there might be some type of indication that maybe snow could be in the forecast but then again, I am no weatherman, yet as soon as we ponder the thought, we see a white snowflake hit the cold floor below and trust me it’s not melting away either as it feels as though it is 20 below outside but that might be a slight figure of speech but it is that cold.]
Andrew Fulton: Ah, that is just great. It appears that it is getting ready to snow here. I guess we will get 20 feet of snow and be stuck in this awful country.
Jeremy Tucker: What is wrong with the snow?
Andrew Fulton: For one thing, I just stated I hate this country and do not want to get stuck here? Are you losing your hearing?
Jeremy Tucker: Nothing like a nice snowfall especially up in the mountains. It is beautiful.
Andrew Fulton: I guess you are going to bring up that it is winter right around the corner and that means Christmas as well, and some fat guy in the red suit will be here soon.
Jeremy Tucker: Well, yes that is all true.
Andrew Fulton: Another Christmas, where people like you and I, and I am sure these morons as well give Santa a long list of stuff that they are never going to get.
Jeremy Tucker: Wow, we haven't even gotten there yet and you are acting like Scrooge already.
Andrew Fulton: Have we forgotten about Thanksgiving already? Eating massive amounts of food and getting drunk.
Jeremy Tucker: So that means, you want an invite to dinner?
Andrew Fulton: Look, your wife's cooking is not that good. Did she not burn the turkey last year?
Jeremy Tucker: It might be a little dry but she did not burn it.
Andrew Fulton: I must have been so drunk that I do not remember that.
Jeremy Tucker: I had to drive you home as well because you were so drunk. Which reminds me, you owe me some money for cleaning my leather seats after you puked in my car.
Andrew Fulton: I think it was the wife's cooking and not from the drinking.
Jeremy Tucker: Keep it up, I might not invite you at all. Trying to be nice here.
[As the snow picks up, we see a white limo is pulling into the back of the arena, it heads right down a slope as it comes to a stop in the back of the entrance. The back passenger door is slowly pushed open as our cameras catch the brown shoes and these shoes look to be quite expensive as you can tell.]
Andrew Fulton: Those shoes probably cost all of my paycheck.
Jeremy Tucker: I would say both of our checks and half the locker room.
[The cameras pan upward as we see the black slacks and the white dress shirt, this person is straightening out his black tie. He looks around at the arena and nod’s his head.]
Andrew Fulton: That is Issac Cornelius Boothe.
Jeremy Tucker: The young man certainly made an impact at the end of our last show as he came out and got his client to enter into the SWAT World title tournament.
Andrew Fulton: John Cannon? But who is this guy?
Jeremy Tucker: Nobody knows? I had my sources try to dig something up, but nothing on this John Cannon. But Mister Boothe is a good businessman to get his client into this tournament and we have not even seen this guy wrestle.
Andrew Fulton: Maybe he needs another client? Maybe he can get me a better contract around here?
Jeremy Tucker: Maybe with the new boss around here, maybe you might stand a chance.
Andrew Fulton: I will have to give Mister Boothe my business card.
Jeremy Tucker: Your business card?
[As Issac Cornelius Boothe looks back into the limo and then he turns back around, we see Warren Webber approaching the limo.]
Warren Webber: Mister Boothe, welcome to SWAT. You certainly made quite the impact last week as you got your client in the tournament to determine our new World Champion.
[Issac ignores him as he looks back into the limo.]
Warren Webber: People want to know just who is this John Cannon? Because nobody knows. From what I can gather nobody knows about this man in the wrestling world?
[Issac turns around as he just shakes his head, he then begins to look up and down at Warren as if he is probably thinking, that I do not need to answer that question because simply put Warren is beneath him.]
Warren Webber: Is John Cannon in the limo?
[Warren is about to stick his head inside but Issac shuts the door quickly. ]
Warren Webber: I wanted to get a word with your client about tonight's opening round match in the tournament as he will be getting into the ring with "The Handicap Hero" Cladio Corino. Does your client know anything about his opponent? Has he seen him on film? Come to think of it, Cladio does not know anything about your client.
Voice: So many questions there Warren?
[The voice is coming from inside the limo but the voice is not quite clear, so very familiar though.]
Voice: Warren, and for the record, yes this is Mister Cannon that you are talking to you. But you can relax because all will be revealed very soon. My manager is very good at his job, because he got me into a World title tournament and nobody in the company knows anything about me. That is saying something about how good this man really is?
Warren Webber: I would like to get your thoughts?
[John cuts him off.. ]
John Cannon: Look your company is in quite an uproar since Frostbite trashed your World title or should I say burned your title. I do not know, what Frostbite’s beef was with Mister Soutter, but it must have ran really deep to have him do what he did. Hell, it cost him his job and we are under new management. Maybe Mister Boothe could offer her a contract and join us.
Warren Webber: Are you trying to bribe the boss?
John Cannon: No, far from it. We are conducting business, plan and simple. When we see talent, Mister Boothe likes to go after it. He saw something in me, right?
[He laughs.]
John Cannon: And our business is to win the World title. We first must get by Cladio Corino. I must admit, I have caught some video footage of this young man and he is not such a bad fellow. He has talent, and maybe someday this young man who is a hero I am sure too many will become a champion, but not on this night. You see, the element of surprise is a thing of beauty. He knows nothing about me, but I know everything about him. Trust me after tonight, you will all see and understand just what myself and Mister Boothe are all about. SWAT needs a fresh new face around here instead of the same old tired locker room.
[Mister Boothe opens up the passenger side once again.]
John Cannon: Let's just say to new beginnings. After tonight, Warren, things will start to look up here in this company. If you are not on our side of things then I hate to think what will happen to you. When I win this tournament, things are going to change around here. Maybe Mister Boothe could buy this damn place.
[Mister Boothe strokes his chin on that idea.]
John Cannon: To coin a phrase from Joker.. Wait until they get a load of me. Warren, after I win the title maybe if you are good to me, I might keep you around because I will not only have the title but I will run this damn company, and that will be beautiful.
[John Cannon steps out of the limo with a red mask on his face, but dressed in a navy blue suit.]
John Cannon: Cladio, see you in the ring, but trust me if you really knew anything about me, it would do you..
[He pauses.]
John Cannon: NO DAMN GOOD!!!
[He and Issac quickly walk into the building as the scene fades out.]
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Post by SWAT eFed on Nov 24, 2021 4:47:07 GMT -5
[O Fortuna hits and out to the rampway comes Isaac Cornelius Boothe. He looks down on the Soviet crowd with disdain, then John Cannon comes out to join him, same red mask on as he wore when exiting the limo. They walk together to the ring, exuding confidence.] Jeremy Tucker : Cannon is in real good shape, what a specimen. Andrew Fulton : Only the best for Isaac Boothe Jerry. ["You're The Best Around" by Joe Esposito blasts over the PA system Calvin Corino hobbles out from behind the curtain cane in hand accompanied by his personal caretaker Enyo (who carries a sign decreeing Calvin's beliefs such as "Hardcore is Trash" "No weapons at ringside" "Flippy-Doos? No Thank You! Etc) following Calvin as he hobbles down the ramp purposely ignoring all the outstretched hands of the fans. He then rolls into the ring and flashes the crowd a smile and a big thumbs up as he waits for the match to begin.] Jeremy Tucker : And we are underway. Cannon looks like he is going to wrestle with the mask on. He and Corino measure each other in the ring and circle warily. Cannon pulls back and dramatically removes his mask. Andrew Fulton : FROSTBITE!!!!!! Cannon is Frostbite Jerry! Jeremy Tucker : That son of A BITCH! The whole arena is frozen, they can’t believe it! Andrew Fulton : I can’t believe it! Jeremy Tucker : How can he show his face here after what he did! Andrew Fulton : Corino is frozen even, he doesn't know what to do …. Jeremy Tucker : LOW BLOW! Frostbite with a low blow blatant kick to The Handicap Hero! This guy is too much! Andrew Fulton : Boothe has pulled the coo of the century signing Cannon! What a team! Jeremy Tucker : Corino is clutching at his groin, Frostbite … or is it Cannon? Frostbite hooks Corino …. DDT! Andrew Fulton : This could be over right here Jerry! Jeremy Tucker : Cover by Frostbite, very cocky cover too ….. One ……..
Two ……..
The …. Corino rolls the shoulder. Andrew Fulton : Frosty can’t believe it! He grabs referee Mike Donovan and starts manhandling him. This is an even MORE aggressive Frostbite we are seeing! Jeremy Tucker : Corino catches Frosty coming at him with an arm drag. And then another. Corino then delivers a neckbreaker to the former World Champion. Andrew Fulton : He never lost that belt Jerry! He decided he didn't want it and threw it in the trash and burnt it. Jeremy Tucker : Then why enter the tourney for the NEW belt then? Andrew Fulton : Because … he wants to Jerry! Jeremy Tucker : Good luck to him winning the tourney, he will have the entire company gunning for him. Andrew Fulton : Running European Uppercut from Corino. He is having a go! Jeremy Tucker : Enyo tosses Corino in his cane and he brandishes it to the Soviet crowd. They are willing him on to take Frosty out with it. Andrew Fulton : They will cheer for anyone. Look at Donovan, he clearly see’s the cane and isn’t doing anything about it! Jeremy Tucker : Corino goes to the use the cane but Frostbite knew it was coming and catches it in one hand, glaring at Corino. Andrew Fulton : He’s fucked now! Jeremy Tucker : Frostbite pulls Corino in close to him using the cane and short arm clotheslines Corino, damn near taking his head off! Andrew Fulton : Pump handle slam by Frosty! Jeremy Tucker : Tilt a while gut buster by Frosty! Andrew Fulton : Wind chill factor.. ( drop throat across top ropes as they fall back hit them with Crossroads.) Jeremy Tucker : SNOW STORM!!!! (Front brain buster.) This one is academic now. One ……..
Two ……..
THRE!!!!!!! Andrew Fulton : Frostbite advances to New Year's Nightmare! Jeremy Tucker : I can’t believe it! This man is scum, and he has just wormed his way back in here with Isaac Boothe! Andrew Fulton : Boothe is a genius! Jeremy Tucker : (sighs) Folks … I just can’t right now. Let’s go to a break. |
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Post by theshootfighter1963 on Nov 24, 2021 20:44:16 GMT -5
(Team Fairtex and their wives The Hired Killers are in their locker room warming up for their Eight Man Tornado Tag Team Match with The KGB. The Hired Killers watch them as the door opens and The Hired Killers draw their Glocks as Glamourous Glenda enters and The Hired Killers stand down.)
Tong Fairtex: "What can we do for you Glamourous Glenda."
Glamourous Glenda: "What do you think of the new ownership of SWAT."
Tong Fairtex: "You know it reminds me of those days of Hardkore World when The Great Syberus took control of SWAT after he defeated Jonnie Valentine. Then there was Soutter throwing that moron Joe Pesci out of SWAT's ownership and now it's Blaze Freya running SWAT. She looks like she can be a good owner though knowing Soutter he's going to pull every stunt he can to get ownership of SWAT back."
Glamourous Glenda: "You think he'll try."
Tong Fairtex: "Believe me Glamourous Glenda he will pull all the stops out."
Phantam Fairtex: "Now we know you aren't here to ask us about the latest episode of As The Ownership of SWAT Turns."
Glamourous Glenda: "Yeah what do you think about your Tornado Tag Match against The KGB."
Tong Fairtex: "You know we've been in some wild matches and this is definitely going to be one of the wildest matches we've been in. Hell we'll be glad to face The KGB win this kind of match and when Blaze Freya needed a dependable tag team. There's no one more dependable then Team Fairtex. You needed us and we answered the call."
Glamourous Glenda: "The KGB has The KGB Death Squad managed by Sinclair Godfrey."
Phantam Fairtex: "Oh you mean Moloch and Moron...or is it Moblach and Moron. Who knows what their names are but it's going to be the same result and that is The KGB is going to be embarrassed. That you can be assured of tonight one hundred percent guaranteed."
Glamourous Glenda: "Did you know Donzig trashed Russia."
(Team Fairtex look at her with mock shock.)
Tong Fairtex: "Really. He hates Russia with a vengeance. Oh what an outrage that is."
Phantam Fairtex: "Like totally brother Tong."
Tong Fairtex: "Doesn't he know that when you wrestle in SWAT. You wrestle all over the world and that includes Russia which we are used to travelling here being we were here few years ago when the Russians hosted the Winter Olympics."
Phantam Fairtex: "Oh the intrigue we got into when we were mistaken for someone who was trying to smuggle something out of the country."
Tong Fairtex: "A Faberge Egg we might add. Yeah Donzig you would be pissed off if you got caught smuggling a Faberge Egg out of the country and be held by who else."
Phantam Fairtex: "The KGB."
Glamourous Glenda: "What do you think of Blaze's partners."
Tong Fairtex: "Blaze made a great choice of partners with Eddie D. and herself and Team Fairtex. We all have something in common and that is we can't stand The KGB. Eddie D. was KGB but they turned their backs on him. They tried to recruit Blaze Freya and failed because she's more intelligent than those morons gave her credit for."
(Glamourous Glenda looks dubiously at Team Fairtex who roll their eyes.)
Phantam Fairtex: "Okay we were part of The KGB once and Psychotic Goth never forgave us for doing so after we were kicked out of The KGB.
Anyway, each of us has a real grudge with The KGB and we're going to take it out on each and every one of them."
Tong Fairtex: "That means we can do whatever we want to those pieces of trash including The KGB Death Squad. Lets see how tough these two Bulgarian Bullfrogs are when it comes to facing one of SWAT's toughest tag teams."
Phantam Fairtex: "Lets see what they are really made of and what they can really do. They won't know what really hit them when it's too
little and too late and even Sinclair Godfrey will be too stunned when we embarrass them along with Duncy. When it's over Team Blaze will burn The KGB proving who is the better competitors in SWAT."
Glamourous Glenda: "Anything else you want to add."
Tong Fairtex: "Tonight Blaze Freya, Eddie D. and Team Fairtex are going to add to the embarrassment to The KGB. We plan on making sure they feel how it's like to be true losers."
Phantam Fairtex: "Tonight it's war KGB and we are going to win it because we're in it to truly win it."
Tong Fairtex: "Right now we have business to attend to and we intend to do so. Interview over and we're out of here."
(They leave followed by The Hired Killers.)
Glamourous Glenda: "Well Team Fairtex is ready for this match. back to you guys."
(The scene slowly fades to black.)
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Post by frostbite52 on Nov 25, 2021 17:44:08 GMT -5
John Cannon along with Mister Boothe are standing on the ramp way as look back at the ring as they both have a wicked grin across both of their faces. The two men look at each other and then back into the Soviet crowd as Cannon simply flips them off.
Crowd.... ASSHOLE....... ASSHOLE.......ASSSHOLE....
Cannon laughs at the crowd as Mister Boothe smiles as his new signing just advance into the next round of the SWAT World title tournament. The two men push back the black curtains as they are now backstage. Mister Boothe and Cannon shake hands. Some of the backstage hands that are nearby are completely in a state of shock as to what they have just witness because nobody thought that Frostbite or should we say John Cannon would ever show is face again. Suddenly Mister Boothe phone as he reaches into his coat pocket as he takes this call.
Cannon.. We will talk more later.
Mister nods his head as he walks off taking this certainly important phone call. Cannon looks at some of these backstage hands.
Cannon... What in the hell are you idiots looking at.
Some of those backstage hands part ways as Cannon is more than likely heading back to the locker room.
Voice.. FROSTBITE...
Cannon ignores whoever is calling his name.
Voice.. John Cannon.
Cannon turns around as he sees Warren Webber comes racing around backstage trying to catch him.
Cannon.. Damn.. Warren what in the hell do you want.
Wareen.. I can not believe you would show your face back around hear after the stunt that you pulled.
Cannon looks confused.
Cannon.. What stunt are you talking about.
Warren.. You know, burning the title.
Cannon.. Look Warren, I do not know what you are talking. It appears that you have me confused with this Frostbite. If my memory serves me correctly, I thought Frostbite is gone. I thought the man had retired.
Now Warren looks a little bit confused.
Cannon.. I am not this Frostbite you are talking about. Look, I will admit this Frostbite fellow had quite the reputation around here and yes I saw where he burned the title. Warren, that is in the past, this is new, a brand new day if you will. A new championship to talk about. This is new beginnings Warren, whatever is in the past we must toward the future and that would be myself winning the championship.
Warren.. What are you talking about. You have pulled the wool over our eyes. You leave this company, burned the belt, got Soutter fired and maybe broken up the KGB, and have a nerve to come back here.
Cannon.. Warren, I am not this Frostbite character. Maybe we look the same and maybe use the same moves, but I am nothing like him. What I hear Frostbite was a evil bastard. I, on the other hand am simply a businessman. You see my management did a great job getting me into this tournament as you are trying to crown a new champion. But Warren I have a question for you.
Warren.. That would be.
Cannon.. What if for some reason that I do not win the tournament which I will. What if this Frostbite fellow comes back and he never lost the title, what if he shows back up and reclaims the title.
Warren looks baffled.
Cannon.. Now I have lawyers on standby if this does happen. Mister Boothe is a very smart man, he thinks of everything trust me when I say this.
Warren.. What do you mean by all of this. Are you once again pulling the wool over our eyes.
Cannon.. Warren you need to get a grip. How many must I tell you I am not this Frostbite you talking about. When you are in any business you must have all your bases covered. I am going to grab a shower, and watch the rest of the show. Must look at my next opponent and find his weakness. I have business to conduct and championships to win. Now if you will excuse me.
Warren still looks confused as Cannon walks away.
Cannon.. Frostbite.. Please.. I am way better than that bastard.
He laughs as he heads around the corner as he fades away.
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Post by SWAT eFed on Nov 26, 2021 22:57:32 GMT -5
Jeremy Tucker: Up next we have a great match. Andrew Fulton: That we do. Up next we have Johnny Sniper taking on Benjamin Bolt. Jeremy Tucker: Speaking of Bolt he's already in the ring waiting for the match to begin. Frank Salazar: This match is scheduled for ONE fall. Introducing first, Benjamin Bolt! And introducing his opponent, hailing from Parris Island South Carolina and weighing in at 217lbs he is Johnny Sniper! The video screen shows a low angled shot of a pristine white title floor a pair of black boots. The boots move towards the camera as it pulls back, until the boots stop and turns to the left, the camera then pans up and frames the face of a young man. "Aye Sir!" The young man yells. The camera then shows another face. "Aye Sir!" this on yells. It then shows another face. "NO Sir!" Another face. "Yes Sir!" The camera then pulls back to the show the full room. A group of boot camp recruits stand at attention in front of the beds. Their Drill Instructor takes two steps towards the front of the room. "What Do We Do!" "Fall In Line, Sir!" "I Can't Here You!" "Fall In Line, Sir!" "Now Let me See Your Warface!" The recruits yell as the video cuts, as the lights go out. "Fall back in line (Fall back in line) Now is the time To open your eyes" Is heard in the darkness as the light come back on Johnny Sniper is seen standing on stage. He face changes from a smile to one of pure anger, as he marches down to the ring and get right in the face of his opponent, almost begging them to hit him. Andrew Fulton: Let’s see what sort of ring shape Sniper has returned in. Jeremy Tucker: He always looks after himself, he looks incredible to me. [The bell sounds, and Sniper hits Bolt with a drop kick sending him to the mat with a hard thud. Sniper goes for a quick pin…] One ………… Bolt kicks out, as he tries to grab Sniper only to have Sniper grab him and drag him to his feet. Bolt Irish whips Sniper into the ropes, and goes for a spear but Sniper moves out of the way as Bolt hits the ring post shoulder first. Jeremy Tucker: That had to hurt! Andrew Fulton: I'm sure it did. As Bolt starts to get to his feet Sniper readies for the Kill Shot. Bolt turns around starts to move toward Sniper only to be hit with Kill Shot and sends him to the mat as he goes for the pin... One ….... Two …….... THREE!!!!!!!
[Sniper gets to his feet, and has his hand raised in victory.]
Frank Salazar : And here is your winner, Johnny Sniper!
Andrew Fulton: That was quick!
Jeremy Tucker: It sure was.
Andrew Fulton: I don't think Bolt knows what hit him.
Jeremy Tucker: I think you might be right. We'll be back after this.
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