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Post by SWAT eFed on Nov 29, 2021 1:52:28 GMT -5
Nimbooda Nimbooda hits and Sabu the Elephant struts down the Moscow rampway. Rajiv is waiving to the fans on his back, Sabu stops at ringside and rears back on two back legs, bellowing loudly and then Rajiv runs down his trunk and somersaults into the ring.Jeremy Tucker : There he is, the Indian Assassin. He got a bit heated earlier tonight after his opponent accused him of being ‘complacent’. Andrew Fulton : Did he accuse him Jerry, or did he ‘ask’ him? There is a big difference you know? Jeremy Tucker : What is that difference? Andrew Fulton : Generally, it's in the tone, or, there may even be a finger point! [Fulton thrusts his finger in Jerry’s face for emphasis.] Jeremy Tucker : I’d definitely say he accused him then. That being said, Drake looks real good, what an addition to SWAT! Andrew Fulton : Looks ‘real good’ doesn’t even to begin to cover it, this guy has ’IT’ Jerry, IT! I am calling it right now, and he hasn't even stood in a SWAT Ring yet, but mark my words, this guy is a STAR! [Purple Rain hits and Richard Drake appears on the ramp way, pink tights and boots and fingers taped up. He makes his way to the ring high fiving the fans on the way.] Frank Salazar : The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall. Introducing first, hailing from Mumbai India, coming in at 5’11 & 219 lbs … The Indian Assassin … RAJIV KHAN!
And his opponent, residing in Puerto Vallarta, Jalisco … coming in at 5’10 & 195 lbs …. RICHARD DRAKE!!!Jeremy Tucker : Referee Vic Mackey calls for the bell and we are underway. Both men approach each other warily and Khan lunges at Drake but Drake catches Khan coming and plants him with a scoop slam. Andrew Fulton : Drake then locks on a side headlock and Khan runs him into the ropes but Drake bounces off them and runs through Rajiv with a huge shoulder block. Jeremy Tucker : SCHOOL BOY BY DRAKE!!!! center]One …….. Two …….. Th … Rajiv breaks it.[/center] Andrew Fulton : Rajiv is livid, look at him. He is losing it! Jeremy Tucker : Drake is looking at him wondering what is up. Khan roars and delivers a discus clothesline. Andrew Fulton : Nailed it! Jeremy Tucker : Spinning heel kick from Rajiv. Inverted atomic drop! Drake is in trouble! Andrew Fulton : Finish him Rajiv!!! Jeremy Tucker : Khan runs at Drake for a big spear but Drake catches him with a beautiful drop kick! Andrew Fulton : Drake is still feeling that onslaught by Rajiv. He gets his bearings and nails a swinging neckbreaker. Jeremy Tucker : DDT from Drake. Cover. One …….
Two ……..
THR .. Raj rolls the shoulder. Andrew Fulton : Split legged moonsault by Drake! Jeremy Tucker : Rev it Up! Andrew Fulton : Huh? Jeremy Tucker : That’s what he calls the moonsault! Andrew Fulton : Cradle Piledriver! Jeremy Tucker : Red Light Soirée!!!! Andrew Fulton : You are making these names up right? Jeremy Tucker : It’s called research! Khan is out on his feet, I believe Drake could pin him right here! Andrew Fulton : BLOCKBUSTER!!!! What’s that one called Jerry? Jeremy Tucker : Coup De Grâce!!!! And that's got to be it! Cover by Drake! One ……..
Two ……..
THREE!!!!!! Andrew Fulton : Drake got him! I knew he would! Jeremy Tucker : Khan remains winlesss and Drake picks up his first win here at SWAT. Andrew Fulton : First of many to come I tell you Jerry! [Purple Rain hits and Mackey raises Richard Drake's arm high in victory as Frank announces it to the crowd.] Frank Salazar : WINNER OF THE MATCH …. RICHARD DRAKE!!!
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Post by brokennecra on Nov 29, 2021 11:22:26 GMT -5
Act 1: Show us your Tits!
The scene opens on the a long stretch of crystal clear blue water just off of the coast of Greece. The water shimmered in the late afternoon sun with the last few rays starting to sink over the horizon. The sound of seagulls could be heard as they flew over heard in search of their next meal, as the camera moves over the water and soon stops on an island that seems to come out of nowhere. The island itself seemed to be still green and lush even as the cooler weather started to arrive for another year. The camera moves along the island and we see pathways that wound themselves around the island and lead to a massive home that sat on a hill that over looked the rest of the island. The camera follows one pathway that lead to a massive black temple with Anubis statues that stood on either side of the entrance way. The sound of chanting could be heard coming from within as the smell of vanilla, jasmine, and cherry seemed to float on the air as the camera moves into the entrance way. The walls inside were done in a white sandstone but the floor was done in a black marble and the pillars were decorated with the story of the Goddess that resided within. We soon see the main part of the temple where we see young men and women dressed in white togas standing in front of an altar where Necra laid dressed in a deep blue robe, with a heavy headdress. A young woman with blond hair stands over her chanting as Necra yawns.
Priestess: God of the Underworld, prepare a space for your bride. She awaits your touch to be brought across the river Styx...
Voice 1: Show us your tits!
Necra opens her eyes and looks toward the back of the room seeing Ex.
Necra: Shut up!
Priestess: Can I continue please?
Necra: Sorry Stacy... Continue...
Stacy: As the sun sets on this day, the Goddess will make her last trip to your side, and begin the season of death.
Voice 2: Show us your tits!
Necra sits up looking toward the back of the room once again.
Necra: Shut up!
Stacy: Do you mind?
Necra: Sorry...
Necra lays back down fixing her hair, as Stacy continues.
Stacy: Let her walk into the depths of her own free will, to sit at your side once again and...
Voice 3: Show us your tits!
Necra sits up slowly and looks at Stacy who by now, is rather upset. Necra hops down from the altar and moves through the followers as they bow to her as she passes by. She reaches the back of the room where she sees Ex standing with a man dressed in a t-shirt and pair of jeans, with a black cowboy hat on his head and a young blond haired rather busty woman, wearing a two piece bikini.
Necra: What are they doing here?
Young woman: We're on vacation!
Man: Yeah! Corona?
Necra: No thanks Johnny. They shouldn't be here Ex...
Ex: Why? It's not like you're sacrificing anything.
Necra: No we're not... But...
Stacy: Can we finish this ritual please? Wait... What are Johnny and Candy doing here?
Johnny: Vacation. Corona?
Stacy sighs, and rolls her eyes.
Necra: I'm sorry Stacy... Ex take them to the house. We'll be done in a few minutes...
Candy: Can we stay? I mean I've always wanted to see what you do...
Necra sighs, and turns heading back toward the altar. The ritual continues, and soon Necra seems to fade into what appears to be a small pile of sand as the scene fades to black.
Act 2: Cupcakes
"Everyone loves cupcakes"
The scene reopens on one of the massive bedrooms within the massive estate of the young Goddess. The room was massive in size with a bed that seemed to take up the center of the room. We see Necra packing a suitcase that laid on the bed, with shelves filled with My Little Pony merchandise. The plastic and stuffed ponies seemed to all stare at her as she passed by them.
Voice 1: Where are you going?
Necra: I'm heading to the other side.
Voice 2: To spend time with your other half?
Necra: Yes. I wish I could take all of you with me.
Voice 3: I don't... I mean it's dark, and cold, and depressing... Even for someone like you dear.
Necra sighs and nods.
Necra: I know but it's part of my life Rarity.
Voice 2: What about your match against Olympia?
Necra stops but a smirk appears on her lips as she turns to the shelf.
Necra: The same thing I always do Applejack.
Voice 4: Make her into cupcakes?
Necra: No Pinkimina... Even though it would be a good idea...
Pinkinimina: She would probably taste awful.
Voice 5: You shouldn't make cupcakes out of people... You should make friends with them Necra.
Necra shakes her head.
Necra: I don't need friends Twilight. Joanne is the only one that I need. I mean the two of us can do a lot of damage if nothing else.
Voice 6: Twilight she's looking to be the best of the best, not make friends. We all know that. Besides we all know that Necra can handle her own, and make everyone around her wish they were never born.
Necra: Thank you Rainbow Dash. Olympia is still suffering from the powder that I tossed into her eyes. That was only to help Joanne. Besides that was after the match. I don't know why she was so pissed off. It was nothing against her. I was just helping family after all.
Pinkimina: So what are you going to do to her?
Necra paces and turns walking to the balcony doors and steps outside. The night air felt good against her skin, as she looks out at the world below.
Necra: Olympia... Do you even realize what I threw at you? I don't think you do, do you? It was grave dirt and ash. It was meant to keep you down and out of Joanne's way. Besides it was after the match and I didn't have to do anything. You just happened to be in the way that's all. I could have hit the other girl with it, but it didn't. Oh well... Now you think that I should be afraid of you? I don't think so. You are nothing more than a wannabe champion with a name that you are not even worthy of. I know the true Olympia and you have none of her qualities. You are not a Goddess let alone someone that is filled with love, and beauty! And you never will be. Not only are you a wannabe, you can't even live up to your name sake.
Necra laughs as she leans against the railing as a wind starts to pick up.
Necra: Olympia I know you think you already have this match won, but I'm afraid that you don't. Things can change very quickly or you can face the facts and just give me what I want in the end. A win... But then again, I don't need you to lay down for me. I can defeat you, and utterly destroy you in the end. I'm not going to hold back, let alone stop after the bell rings. I will make you wish that you never stepped in front of me. Ask anyone that has ever faced off against me and they will tell you that I am not an easy target. I never have been.
Her eyes seem to glow red before they go back to their normal golden color.
Necra: This match is not going to be easy and soon you will learn why I am the best of the best in the end. Come at me with everything that you have, even thought we both know that it will never be enough. Now if you excuse me... I have to go and make... Cupcakes. See you soon and good luck, you're going to need it.
She smiles a strange smile as she turns and heads back inside as the scene fades to black.
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Post by davidvectortherookie on Nov 29, 2021 22:34:50 GMT -5
- David Vector is pictured lifting weights in a gym days ahead of the event in Moscow and a camera crew led by Warren W Webber walk through the busy gym to catch up with “The Rookie”. –
- Hey Mr. Webber. Are you regularly hanging around gyms? ‘cos you don’t look dressed to hit weights… -
- No… I was just told you’d be here and needed to get an interview… –
- Well, I wasn’t expecting you and I don’t have much to say. I got beat by Dakota last time out. It leaves a sour taste that I didn’t get my game plan right, but ‘rasslin is a trade where no one has ever batted 500. Even the best has losses in their ledger, so I aim to take solace in that knowledge and get back on winning ways. –
- Even with the mighty Psychotic Goth in your corner young man, I doubt that you’ll be back on winning ways in Moscow… –
- Are you kidding? Pessimism ain’t welcome in the free weights section, so take your team of naysayers and ‘get! Go on get out of here! –
- I really would rather complete this interview if you’ll give me a moment… I’m not being pessimistic; I just think that you’re unfamiliar with The Hell Hounds. They come with quite the reputation and quite the history. -
- I am a rookie in the ring, but I’m a fan of the bidness and have been for some years, so I know who these fellas are. Of course, I do. But I also know who my Tag Partner is. Former SWAT World Champion the Psychotic Goth. We were plumb out of luck last time out as a team, but I learn from mistakes… I don’t plan on repeating ‘em. -
- So you’re just going to ride on the coattails of your partner? Doesn’t sound like a fair partnership or the basis for success… –
- I have the courage, I have the pride and drive to give the crowd and the wrestling industry sceptics like yourself the performance they all paid for. I know that Goth doesn’t suffer fools lightly and know that he wouldn’t even tag with me unless he thought I could watch his back and give us a fighting chance at victory. This partnership looks sorry on paper, but we’re not planning on any origami out there. It ain’t gonna be pretty, but there’s a win in this tag team on the cards. I am pumping these darned weights in the hope that Moscow is the night we come good on our potential… –
- This isn't just a personal opinion. I’m not alone in not being convinced. The bookmakers have you as the under dogs in this match up…-
- Mr Webber… I told you nicely I didn’t want to talk with you and now you’re telling me I should base my preparation and confidence on the opinion of bookmakers? Well, you have yourself a flutter on The Hell Hounds if that’s the way you get your thrills, but maybe don’t put your house on it. I’d hate to have your financial ruin on my conscience. If you’ll excuse me Mr. Webber. As you already made clear, I need to prepare, so if you’ll excuse me gentlemen. -
- The Rookie David Vector heads away from the weights equipment and begins to throw some venomous heavy shots into a punch bag instead. –
- There you have it folks. David Vector in confident mood, but clearly blinkered to the scale of the hill he has to climb to beat a Tag Team of such deadly repute. We’ll see you at March to Moscow. -
- The scene fades to black -
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Post by theshootfighter1963 on Nov 30, 2021 21:14:53 GMT -5
(Olympia is in the locker room slowly shaking her head and sighing her arms crossed after seeing Necra's comments earlier.)
Olympia: "Necra I don't know if you were shooting a promo or doing a remake of Stargate or just doing a bad fragrance commercial. I mean you enter a temple with statues of Anubis at the entrance in of all places Greece. Since when did Greece have Egyptian gods unless this is part of a cult or like I just mentioned you were doing a remake of Stargate."
(Olympia gives it some thought.)
Olympia: "Then again I wouldn't be surprised since you dress like some queen or leader of some cult like I mentioned. I was surprised you didn't have Indiana Jones or some doctor name Daniel Jackson in the promo but then again that would be overdoing things won't it."
(She assumes a Thinker's pose.)
Olympia: "Then again I wouldn't be surprised if I inspired you to just that the next time. Seriously, Necra your excuses for costing me my chance to win the SWAT Amazons Women's Championship would amuse me if it wasn't for the fact I'm still pissed off. You see I don't believe your claim you were targeting someone else. Was it Sinclair Godfrey or was it your own ally despite your claims it wasn't. Either way I'm not going to fall for that excuse."
(Olympia grows serious placing her fists on her hips.)
Olympia: "Now about your plans to beat me up and turn me into cupcakes. Where have I heard that before? Oh it was when Joanne Cannelli threatened to do just that but you conveniently saved her ass with your little powder act. Who's compact did you steal that stuff from. Joanne's cosmetic catalogue."
(She glares into the camera.)
Olympia: "Now what's this claim that I'm coming off as some sort of goddess. Did I ever say or mention that at anytime in my promo or are you just hearing things from mischievous imps like Joanne or whoever those voices floating in your head. Yeah I'm as much of a goddess as you are a goddess or a cult leader. You aren't even close to one just like I'm not even close to one. So why don't you just give up Necra and drop your cult goddess or queen of whatever you are queen of and just wrestle in SWAT. I'm sure your roleplaying game pals won't miss you until the next time you resume your imaginary quest for that jeweled crown or scepter."
(Olympia continues to glare into the camera.)
Olympia: "Now since you and Joanne are such best buddies since you said that much. Let's see her save your sorry ass when I'm beating you down and turning you into cupcakes Necra. Let's see how it feels when you are on the receiving end and Joanne has to save you from the beating I intend to give you."
(She snorts derisively.)
Olympia: "What's she going to do to save you. She's going to spit blood into my face or bite me just to get you disqualified and then brag how you beat me Necra. Is that how it's going down during our match and how you want it to end. Would I be surprised if that's how you want it Necra. Now take it anyway you want to Necra since that's your choice and your choice only. I don't have any grudges with one exception and that is if nobody interferes in my matches and that includes you Necra."
(Olympia resumes glaring into the camera.)
Olympia: "So here's how it's going to go down and I know you probably have the same or close to the same idea or maybe something different. Then again just maybe we both have different ideas going into our match tonight. Let's see who's right and who's wrong or just maybe and I mean just maybe we're both right and wrong at the same time."
(She rubs her wrists her head cocked to one side.)
Olympia: "That's it isn't it Necra. We want to see who's really right and who's really wrong when we step into the ring and see who the better woman is. So let's see if you can answer this Necra and let's see if you are honest about the answer. You think your friend Joanne Cannelli will give you a championship title shot. My guess is never but then I think you're just going to just keep her championship safe in her little trophy case. Is that your answer Necra then you definitely know who your real allies are."
(Olympia starts to leave but stops.)
Olympia: "One last thing Necra. I'll see you in the ring."
(Olympia leaves as the scene slowly fades to black.)
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Post by SWAT eFed on Dec 2, 2021 5:12:33 GMT -5
Jeremy Tucker : Ok, coming up next, we have Olympia going up against Necra Octavian Kane, in her in ring SWAT debut. Andrew Fulton : At Turmoil we saw Necra come to the ring and interject herself in Olympia’s match with Amazons Champ Joanne Canelli. Olympia won that match due to Necra magically appearing when the lights went out, throwing some stuff in the eyes of Olympia, and then disappearing with Canelli.. Jeremy Tucker : So even though Olympia won, she didn't get the belt. Andrew Fulton : Necra and Joanne go way back it seems. Jeremy Tucker : Necra is claiming it was after the match, but that's rubbish, we all saw it, she cost Olympia the belt! Andrew Fulton : Well, now is Olympia’s chance to make her pay for that. Jeremy Tucker : And that she WILL! The Olympic Theme plays and the Amatron shows an American Flag waving before fading to the Olympic flag as the words Olympia are shown. Olympia walks towards the ramp way with her head bowed down low as red, white and blue pyros explode. She stands there and then lifts her head slowly before marching down the ramp way. She removes the American flag and folds it with respect before doing the same with the Olympic flag and gives it to the ring attendant. She enters the ring and bows to all corners with respect and honouring the ringsiders before taking off her jacket revealing a red, white and blue MMA combat halter with the Olympic symbol on the front, tight red, white and blue MMA fighting trunks with USA on the front and red, white and blue wrestling boots with red, white and blue tassels. She takes off her gold medals and gives them and her jacket to the ring attendant. She tests the ropes and stares down her opponent with intensity and purpose.Frank Salazar : The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL. Introducing first … hailing from Olympia, Washington. Coming in at 6ft & 135 lbs … OLYMPIA!!!The house lights go down as pink and blue spotlights go over the crowd. On the tron scenes from My Little Pony play before flashing to what appears to be darker versions of each of the ponies. "Welcome to The Show" begins to play over the loudspeaker as the Tron changes once again to creepy scenes from graveyards and abandoned places. The scene soon changes to what appears to be a temple where people dressed in togas all bow to Necra who sat upon a throne. Her eyes glow bright blue before the scene changes to scenes from Necra's matches and title reigns. On the stage mist rolls along the stage and down the either sides of the ramp way. Necra appears wearing a mask with an airbrushed look to it. On the side of it is the cutie mark of Pinkmina and a strange looking shirt that looked like it was from shirts that were part of Olympia's merchandise. In her hand she carries a cupcake. She reaches the ring and climbs in. She removes the mask and sets it aside before eating the cupcake waiting for the match to begin.Frank Salazar : And her opponent … hailing from Atlanta Georgia. Coming in at 5’11 and 127lbs … NECRA OCTAVIAN KANE!!!Andrew Fulton : She had me at ‘show me your tits.’ Jeremy Tucker : Referee Mike Donovan calls for the bell and this one is under way. Olympia goes to work on Necra from the get go, taking her down to the mat with her amatuer skills. Andrew Fulton : They lock up and Necra tosses Olympia into the corner and follows her in but Olympia meets her with a big boot! Jeremy Tucker : Olympia looks fantastic, I have never seen her in better shape. Olympia grabs Necra and plants her with a big military press into backbreaker (Spartan Backbreaker). Welcome to SWAT Necra! Andrew Fulton : Back to their feet and Necra just wallops Olympia with an open hand slap to the face. Jeremy Tucker : Such disrespect! Olympia snaps and charges Necra, and that is exactly what Necra wanted and she catches Olympia with a huge Guillotine Crusher. Andrew Fulton : What a move by Necra! Jeremy Tucker : Necra pounces following up with a High Angle German Suplex with Bridge One ……..
Two ……..
Kick out by Olympia Andrew Fulton : Nearly had her there. Jeremy Tucker : Running shoulderblock by Olympia. Follows up with a big Spinning sitdown powerbomb(Spinning blaster) That took ALL the wind out of Necra. Covers. One ……..
Two ……..
Th … Necra rolls the shoulder Andrew Fulton : Russian Leg sweep Facebuster by Necra. Jeremy Tucker : Necra with a Space Rolling Elbow and then a Sledge Hammer! Necra covers. One …….. (grabs the tights)
Two ……..
THR … Olympia powers out. Andrew Fulton : Both women criss cross ring and Olympia executes a lightning belly to belly suplex w/overhead throw. Jeremy Tucker : Olympia now with a Running vicious powerbomb into the corner. Powerbomb city from Olympia this match. Necra is reeling. Olympia mounts the top turnbuckle, Necra tries to make her way to her feet and Olympia flies and connects with a top rope Famasser!!! Andrew Fulton : I have never seen Olympia better! Jeremy Tucker : She is on a mission. Covers Necra …. One ……..
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THREE! No! Andrew Fulton : Foot under the rope by Necra. Great ring positioning. Jeremy Tucker : Ring positioning? It was just where she landed after Olympia pancaked her into the canvas. Andrew Fulton : Olympia grabs Necra but Necra hooks her and rolls her up in a small package. Jeremy Tucker : Donovan drops for the count. One ……..
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The … Olympia rolls out of it. Andrew Fulton : That was THREE Jerry! Jeremy Tucker : Two. Donovan clearly showing only two. Necra glares daggers at him and Olympia springs into attack and locks on a rear naked choke. Andrew Fulton : Necra is gasping for air. Olympia has this locked in real tight. This could be it. Jeremy Tucker : Necra lunges backwards planting Olympia onto the mat to counter the lock. Andrew Fulton : What a counter. Jeremy Tucker : Desperation move. Andrew Fulton : My Fair Lady!!!!! (twisting version of unprettier) Jeremy Tucker : That rocked Olympia. Cover by Necra …. One ……..
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Necra gets both feet on the middle rope.
THREE!!!!!!! Andrew Fulton : She got her! Jeremy Tucker : She did! Necra wins her debut. Olympia was robbed! Necra had her feet on the ropes. Andrew Fulton : Donovan didn't see it. Jeremy Tucker : I can’t believe it! This is a travesty. Folks, we will be right back.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2021 10:59:51 GMT -5
Moving On.
We open up to Michael Maddox entering with The Cloaked Female and he is ready for a fight. He wants his revenge on Paul Blair. He will get that this week. Maddox is seen walking down the halls as he drops to one knee. He screams in agony; The Cloaked Female pulls out her cell phone and dials a number. She has the phone on the speaker phone.
??  Hello?
Cloaked Female Yes Dr. Duarte, I need your help!! It’s Mike! He is screaming in Agony and his body has appeared to shift and he is starting to look different. Please can you meet us at the show site.?
Dr. Duarte I didn’t think this would happen so fast. I will be right down there. Best thing to do is get him into an ice Bath It will ease the pain and calm him down til I can get there...
Cloaked Female How the hell do you expect me to get a damn near fix foot seven two hundred 250 lbs man in a tub of ice?
Dr. Duarte Do not over think. He seems to respond to you well even in this severe state that he is in. It should be easy in a way. You know what to do. I have to get a needle ready for Maddox so meet you there in about an hour.
Cloaked Female Alright I will do my best.
With that being said. Maddox still screams in pain on the floor. The Cloaked Female just talks to Maddox and her soothing voice gives him the strength to continue walking wobbly down the hall. . The Cloaked Female gets Maddox to his locker room where there is a full on bathroom with giant tub in room./ The Cloaked Female Strips Maddox down to his Boxers. She looks at Maddox bulges and she whispers, “Can you put that thing away we don’t have time for that right now”! The Cloaked Female tells Maddox to get in the tub of ice water. She calls a concession stand to bring over a bunch of ice and dump it into the tub. They Comply. And dump ice on Maddox. Who is screaming in agony once again? Sooner rather Later Maddox pain begins to soothe.
Dr. Duarte shows up and gives Maddox a pain needle. As The Cloaked Female is speaking to Dr. Duarte .Maddox gets up and leaves without him noticing it. Not again by Staind blasts over The PA systems as Michael Maddox comes out wearing his black Hanes Boxer Short. Maddox begins to speak.
Michael Maddox Well, hello their sad pathetic insignificant peasants of The World your master and real Ruler of The World is I Michael Maddox and not in fact The Drooler Paul Blair. You see Paul the difference between me and you is relatively simple. You are a leech that likes to ride people's coattails. Look at your career and look at mine. Honestly looking at you suck the live right out of me. You are the reason I cannot sleep at night. Knowing that the Drooler Paul Blair moves on in this tournament after defeating me in such a fashion. But don’t fret it will all be over soon Blair. I will finally put you out of your misery.
Maddox drops down to one knee and starts yelling.
BLAIR FACING THE VESSEL MADDOX WILL NOT MAKE YOU T HE BEST IN THE BUSINESS TODAY. BUT DEFEATING MYSELF WILL NO SIMPLE TASK. I WILL RIP YOU APART LIMB FROM LIMB AND HANG YOUR ASS IN MY STUDY. BEFORE YOU STANDS THE TRUE TESTAMENT TO MICHAEL MADDOX. WATCH AND LEARN LEARN AND WATCH I DON’T CARE BUT YOU SHALL BE JUDGE PAUL BLAIR.
The Pain subsides and Maddox begins to speak once again.
Paul Blair only one of us can go on and that is going to be Michael Maddox you can take your burnt Swat Heavyweight Championship and shove it up your ass.
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Post by BRAVE1 on Dec 3, 2021 15:29:15 GMT -5
"Is this Business, or Personal?"
[Scoff.]
"It's both."
[We recognize the voice.]
"There are underlying differences though."
[Oxford Osland.]
[Our Hero stands below a SWAT Banner backstage in Moscow, Russia. His half of the SWAT World Tag Team Championship is fastened neatly around his waist. No shirt for today's promotional work, as Osland's physique tells the story of a trained athlete who takes his craft seriously. Say what you want about the man's personality and his outlook on life - there is no denying that he is as cunning as he is dangerous.]
"Dangerous Donna."
"Now that's personal."
[...]
"A true siren in every sense of the word. A woman with ambitions who broke free from her small-town roots to make something of herself in the world of professional wrestling. A woman that has come into my life at a time when I needed her the most. And you know what else? I wasn't looking for her, or anyone else to fill any sort of void or space in my life. Fate brought us together, that much I know without a shadow of doubt. Even in the moments where I resisted, and pushed her way, we still found our way back to one and other."
[Osland smiles, knowing that somethings are bigger than what can be put into words.]
"The universe wouldn't allow us to stay apart for long. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned..."
[...]
"Unless she's the right woman."
"A lesser version would've already gone out of their way to sabotage my life in order to exact revenge for a wounded heart. But Donna? She provided the proper space and distance to exist before the two of us could walk toward it at our own pace. When we reunited, we realized that nothing had changed. In the moments we were apart, panic and anguish didn't set in. Negativity didn't guide us...our ego's didn't stand in the way of a reunion that was destined to happen. Today? Well, Today - we're closer than ever before. The face that I seek when I need advice, or when I can be vulnerable. One of the very few people that I believe has my best interests at the forefront of their minds."
[...]
"Keith Williams."
"That's personal."
[Osland slaps the face of the SWAT World Tag Team Championship.]
"We've waged wars. We've fought under pressure and scrutiny. We did so, side by side, neither one of us ever wavering. We set out to accomplish goals, and we did. We set out to elevate our game, and we did. We set out to change the landscape of tag team wrestling in 2021, and we did. The ReVenant name is synonymous with excellence, and through our hardworking styles and limitless determination - we sit atop of the wrestling world with championship gold to prove it. There is no doubt in my mind that The Continental Wrestling Alliance is going to be shifting their focus to tag team wrestling in the near future to crown their first champions. I can assure the wrestling world that Keith Williams and I will be the team that any 'would be' contenders are going to have to go through to make it to the top."
[...]
"Vincent Wolf."
"It's just business."
[Osland rubs his hands together vigourously.]
"I don't have a negative word to say about SWAT's Alpha Champion. To my eye, his in-ring work is stellar, and the lineage he comes from demands proper attention and respect. Under any other professional circumstances, one might argue that Vincent Wolf and Oxford Osland could easily find common ground. So for those who are expecting me to go off on some tirade filled with one-liners to appease the suits in the press box - you're sadly mistaken. I've sat back, I've listened and I have to say that I admire the walk of life that Vincent comes from, and how he unapologetic about who he is. It's that precise mentality and outlook that helped him secure championship gold in short order in SWAT."
"One could double down on the fact that he just took one of the best wrestlers in the world to the limit in Rob Riot during the CWA World Heavyweight Championship tournament."
[Osland contemplates his next move.]
"Iron sharpens Iron."
"So, I have no doubt that the Vincent Wolf that will be standing across the ring from me in a few short hours will be better off having had the opportunity to tangle with one of our industry's best. Coupled with the fact that in a short turnaround, Vincent will be on a plane flying in from Las Vegas with lots of time to think, process and adjust. So, what does all of this mean?"
[Smirk.]
"It means that to my eye, I have the toughest path through to the next round. At least, that's what I believe... That's what I've been telling myself. You see, this is just business, but if I come into this contest at anything less than my absolute best..."
[Osland claps his hands together violently, startling the camera man.]
"My goal of being the next SWAT World Champion is going to be over before it ever got started."
[...]
"I wish you well Vincent. I expect you to be fired up for this contest, and I don't blame you. So before you decide to respond to me in a negative manner, I wanted to remind you of something."
[Oslnd takes a deep breath.]
"There has been one man... Just One."
[...]
"That has been able to pin my shoulders to the mat this year. In the lead up to that contest, I had lost my head. Distractions, career ambitions, and falling victim to a charade of prestige was the ultimate 'pill to swallow'. But that's where those 'personal' aspects of my life were able to reign me back into focus. Since then, more clairvoyance than ever before - which isn't something that my opponents want to hear."
[...]
"Winning the SWAT World Heavyweight Championship."
"Business."
[Osland chuckles to himself.]
"If you would've asked me this same question a year ago, you might've received a different answer. But today, the more hardened version of myself knows deep that in order to reach the pinnacle in SWAT, I must not allow emotion to creep in. I must keep a clear head, and prevent the lure of greatness, power, fame and wealth become the by-product of the hardwork I've put forth to put myself in this position."
"I look up and down this roster, and I'm not convinced that any of these so-called SWAT Superstars are capable of wrangling me on their best day. In fact, I believe many of them would've already have tried to do so by now."
"And for those who have..."
[Osland blows them a kiss.]
"I'll let you do the talking for me. I'll let you share with the wrestling world that it feels like to lock horns with me on the mat. I'll let my victims share with the world how they've become bitter and broken as I've left them in my wake week after week, month after month."
[Osland is dead serious.]
"I'm not a difficult guy to find. I go out of my way to be seen and to be heard."
"I make it a habit to linger around backstage and shoot cut-eye at anyone and everyone hoping that once... just once, someone is going to become too big for their britches and pop off at yours truly."
[Osland looks down at his wrist, pretending he's waiting.]
"Tick Tock."
"I'm still waiting."
[...]
"That's why this championship tournament is perfect for me. There is finally a reason to put the best wrestlers in SWAT up against one and other for the ultimate prize."
[Cold Stare.]
"Mark my words, you're all looking at the next SWAT World Heavyweight Champion. You all should be so lucky to exist in my presence."
"The sooner everyone gets accustomed to the new boss in town, the better."
[Osland turns his two hands in unison as if they were a couple of pistols. He stuffs his hands down into the front of his wrestling trunks as if they were his holsters.]
[Fading.]
[Cut.]
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Post by SWAT eFed on Dec 3, 2021 18:53:16 GMT -5
Jeremy Tucker: Fulton it's time for our next match of the night, and it's the undefeated Dakota versus one of the fastest rising stars in the Amazon division Kirsty McKinney. This is an Amazon match to see a glimpse of the future for the division. [Referee Mike Donovan and ring announcer Frank Salazar can be seen standing in the ring ready to begin the match.] Andrew Fulton: Two of the best Amazons going to hook it up here, Dakota is undefeated since arriving in SWAT and McKinney is on the precipice of superstardom. Who will prevail in this one? Jeremy Tucker: Yeah, but which Amazon will be the future of the division? [Referee Mike Donovan checks with both ladies making sure they are ready.] Frank Salazar: The following contest is a SWAT Amazons match! Introducing first …. Coming in at 5'6" and 120 lbs … hailing from Syracuse, NY, by way of Scottsdale, AZ …. the "Firecracker" Dakota Jennings!!![The lights begin to blink on and off in rhythm with "Omen" by The Prodigy, the fans jump to their feet as the "Firecracker" Dakota Jennings appears on the rampway wearing her trademarked MMA gear. The SWAT titan trons begin showing videos of the "Firecrackers" career as she makes her way down to the ring. As Dakota climbs through the ring ropes entering the ring the fans are still going berserk over her, she bounces around air boxing for a moment before she stands still in the center of the ring holding her arms in the air as she smiles at the fans before heading to her corner to wait for the match to begin.] Frank Salazar: And her opponent… standing at nearly 5'4" and weighing in at a solid weight of 140 lbs …. Hailing from Bluefield, West Virginia, USA…. Kirsty McKinney!!![As "In Walks Barbarella" by Clutch rips across the PA system, Kirsty McKinney wastes no time walking through the curtains, throwing one fist in the air. Not pausing on the stage, she breaks into a slow jog as she heads to the ring. Rolling in she tests the ropes with her back a couple of times then retreats to her corner, where she does some knee bends to limber up while waiting for (her opponent/the bell).] Andrew Fulton: Will McKinney be the one to hand the "Firecracker" her first loss? Jeremy Tucker: I'm not sure if anyone can do that but I would have to say Kirsty has one of the best chances of doing it, she's been on a rocket of success so far and is looking to continue that. Andrew Fulton: The bell has just rung and the match is underway. Jeremy Tucker: Both ladies tie up as they attempt to assert their dominance early. Andrew Fulton: McKinney with an arm drag sending the "Firecracker" down hard across the ring. Jeremy Tucker: But Dakota quickly makes it back to her feet taking down McKinney with a Double Leg Takedown. Andrew Fulton: That takedown almost appeared to be some version of a Spear. Jeremy Tucker: Both women are rolling around trying to get control, as it appears McKinney will get control as she mounts the "Firecracker" for the Ground N Pound particularly a crapload of elbows. Jeremy Tucker: The mouth of Dakota is bleeding from all of those strikes. Andrew Fulton: The "Firecrackers" undefeated streak looks to be in jeopardy here tonight.. Jeremy Tucker: The fans seem to be cheering for both ladies here tonight as they try to get their favorite star pumped up. Andrew Fulton: Daeriq Damien, continues to shout out instructions to McKinney. Jeremy Tucker: McKinney looks a bit distracted as Daeriq Damien stands on the edge of the apron. Andrew Fulton: The "Firecracker" rushes McKinney nailing a vicious German Suplex. Jeremy Tucker: McKinney is down but Dakota seems to be just standing there watching as McKinney struggles to get up. Andrew Fulton: Jerry that's why she was waiting for the perfect time to deliver It Came From Scottsdale! II (Shining Wizard) on her opponent McKinney. Andrew Fulton: And once again she's watching as Daeriq Damien shouts at McKinney trying to will her back up onto her feet. Jeremy Tucker: The fans are all on their feet screaming for both ladies, the house is about to erupt DKO (Randy Orton's RKO) Andrew Fulton: "DKO" "DKO" DKO" Jeremy Tucker: Dakota finally moves in for the pin... One… … …
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THREE!!! Referee Mike Donovan rings the bell ending the match. Andrew Fulton: And there is your answer to the question Jeremy, the future is Dakota Jennings, the "Firecracker". Jeremy Tucker: No, I believe both women are the future of the Amazon division. Frank Salazar: Your winner by pinfall AND STILL undefeated ..... the "Firecracker" Dakota Jennings!!! |
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Post by omniman on Dec 4, 2021 11:38:35 GMT -5
<Fade in to "The Golden God" Rally Jackson. He is being chased down by a camera crew.>
Rally Jackson: What? WHAT?
Cameraman: We were hoping to get some words from you about your match. It's up next.
Rally Jackson: ::disgusted:: My match? Against who?
Cameraman: Ruiner? Ruin maybe?
Rally Jackson: I don't know who the fuck that is. And I mean honestly, not in the "let me big league my opponent and pretend I don't know him" way. I literally don't know who the fuck Ruin is... or Ruiner is either. I don't know who half these people are.
Cameraman: Do you think you will win?
Rally Jackson: Hell if I know. I don't think I'm understood here. I try to do something different, make myself the hero of cancel culture and I get this...
"Rally you're doing great, now for your next rib I want you to run someone over with your car."
Cameraman: What does that have to do with....
Rally Jackson: What does that have to do with an opponent neither of us heard of? So I walk around with a t-shirt that reads "The Future is Feminism" and I get this...
"Rally you're doing awesome, now for your next rib I'd like you to commit sexual assault."
I hand out pamphlets to all the wrestlers about how we can reduce our carbon footprint and I get told this...
"Rally since you like ribs so much, let's put you in a rib off."
You know I didn't even come up with the rib idea? Another wrestler made that up about me because he couldn't think of anything to actually say about ME.
I'm a good sport, I went along with it, but that shit is just fucking disgusting. Everyone whose bag I shit in, I ended up using my own paycheck to buy new bags for along with brand new gear.
So here's what is going to happen next. I'm going to throw this t-shirt on that reads "Howard Springs or Bust" along with my fake man bun wig and say something about privilege and the patriarchy. Maybe splash in an endorsement for the booster.
I'll go out there, maybe I'll win, maybe I'll lose. Likely depending on whether or not my opponent cuts a promo....
Only to be told "you're doing great, now for the next rib I want you to push someone into a pool of acid."
<Fade.>
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Post by Donzig on Dec 4, 2021 12:44:03 GMT -5
Warren Webber motioned for his crew to be quiet as he approached the door, and from behind the door you could hear the angry voice of Donzig. His voice rising, able to be heard down the hall even through the door. And Webber held a finger to his lips, and they all leaned in as Donzig's angry roars filled the air. 'You sons of bitches! Do you know who the fuck I am? You think you can deny me what is mine? Is that it?'
A pause, and then the yelling started again. Donzig's voice rising to a shriek, and something slammed into the wall. 'You think this is over? Oh, no, no, no! Your little board of directors will suffer for this! You think I am just going to let you walk into SWAT and hand it over to that FUCKING WOMAN? Is that it? What? Do my worst? Do my worst?'
The sound of something shattering against the door filled the air, and there was silence for a long moment. Then the voice growled again, cold and distant. 'Webber is in the hall.'
Webber blinked, and he motioned for the crew to go. But the door was ripped open, and the camera man was flung against the wall. The camera jerking wildly, almost falling before Webber was dragged backwards. He bounced against the wall, and found himself face to face with the angry leering face of the monster known as Moloch. He loomed over Webber, only drawing back with Sinclair Godfrey laid a hand on his shoulder. Moloch shoved him, then stepped back as Sinclair sniffed while she looked at Webber. 'Having fun, Warren?'
Warren stammered, and Sinclair slapped him before drawing away as Donzig stepped into view. The Scourge adjusted the SWAT TV title on his shoulder, shaking his head before he handed it off to the Baroness. Donzig stared, and then reached up to remove his mask with a shrug. He scowled, handing the steel mask to her as well before her fingers lifted to stroke his tangled beard.
'The way the SWAT Board of Directors has treated Paul Soutter is a disgrace. And I will see them suffer for what they have done, they seem to doubt that.' Donzig tilted his head, and he sniffed before a hand lifted. 'They seem to think they are safe in their boardrooms, their glass buildings, and hidden from the sight of watching eyes? But no one is safe from Death in High Places, and I will lay bear their sins. I will make them regret what they have done, and I will see to it they pay for stealing from the Founder.'
Donzig glared about him, nodding to himself before he sneered. 'And you know who else thinks they are safe? Blaze Freya. You see Blaze Freya thinks she has won something, that she has defeated the KGB! And she sits there and denies me what is mine by right? Well, I will deal with her as well.'
He frowned, and then he curled and uncurled his fists as he tilted his head to glare at Webber. Then he shrugged before he continued with a snort before he licked his lips, and then continued. 'You see everyone in this place has turned their back on Paul Soutter, everyone who sat here and stood by Soutter as long as it suited them! They didn't mind Soutter when he was getting them money? When he was getting them on TV? Frostbite or whatever he calls himself now? Where do you think he would be without Paul Soutter? You think he would have a fucking title to throw in the trash without Suit babysitting his ass for all these years? Without giving him chance after chance?'
Donzig stared at Webber, and cut him off before he answered.
'Eddie D? Where would he be? Where is he now? Soutter made his ass, and he went soft because of what? Pussy? He wanted to simp so he became a weak ass little bitch and got himself thrown out? For what? A piece of ass? For Blaze?' Donzig gaped, and he shook his head as he turned to Sinclair. She shrugged, seeming to agree with him before he wiped his hand across his mouth. 'Blaze? Where would Blaze be without Paul? Where would she be without the KGB to fight? Nowhere! She would be nowhere! A fucking nothing! But Soutter runs this place bad? Soutter is a problem?'
Donzig scowled, fingers curling into claws before he flicked a hand towards Sinclair. The Baroness lifted her chin, and Donzig continued. 'Joanne is so jealous of the Baroness that she does nothing but undermine Soutter's authority! And then she questions our loyalty? Well, we have done our part for the KGB where as the Don has only down her part for the KGB when it serves her. When she can get her hands on some gold, because if it wasn't for that title that Soutter arranged for her to win? She would be NOTHING! But that's fine, because I will take care of the KGB's business like I have been!'
His hands rubbed together, and he shrugged before he sneered. 'Paul Soutter dragged SWAT out a mire to save these place for these people so they could be fucking free! So they could do what they wanted to do without answering to some mealy mouthed do gooders! And how do they repay him? With insults, with mockery, with greed! Well, fuck that! You fucking rabble, you ingrates! Soutter doesn't do what is best for business, he only looks after the Bandits, and every time I turn around? You all have your hands out!'
Donzig growled, eyes narrowing as Webber started to say something. The Death Squad stepped closer, huge shoulders rolling as they lifted their massive fists. Sinclair stared at him, and Donzig waved a hand before he continued. 'Let me tell you all something, when I walked into the Other Place. When I first came here, the only person who offered a hand to me? Was Paul fucking Soutter! He gave me a home, a place, a purpose! He gave me the freedom to be what I am, and so unlike all of you? I have his back, I will support Soutter, and I don't need the rest of the so-called Bandits to do it! And I will make sure all of SWAT suffers for what they have done, and that includes you fucking KGB turncoats!'
He turned to go then, taking his mask from the Baroness as he tugged back across his face. And he started for the door, his minions glaring at the crew before they started to walk away. And then Webber finally spoke up, stepping forward with a hand raised. 'Wait, there are rumors of tension between you and Soutter!'
Donzig paused, and he looked back with his mask before he hissed. Then he tilted his head before he spoke. 'For the strength of the pack is the wolf, and the strength of the wolf is the pack.'
The Scourge swept into the room, followed by Godfrey who looked troubled at his words. And Webber started forward as the door banged shut, and the Death Squad stepped before them with a scowl to block the door. Arms folded over their chests as they stared at him, eyes narrowed.
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Post by Ruin on Dec 4, 2021 17:50:27 GMT -5
[We see the monster Ruin standing backstage in front of a Battleground banner.]
Ruin : So you’re ditching the ‘ribber’ gimmick and going all in on the Cancel Culture Hero?
I hope that works out for you.
Want to know who I am Rally?
I am a 6’10 333 pound wrecking machine!
I don’t have a ‘gimmick’ per say. I just walk to the ring. Hook you around the throat with this huge ham hock of a hand….
[Ruin throws his hand up to the camera.]
Ruin : And then I lift your former ribber now cancel culture ass up to the heavens and bring you crashing to the mat with all my might.
Get the three count. And walk back to the back with the thrill of victory running through my body.
That’s who I am, Rally Jackson!
I don’t get paid to talk. And I don't get paid by the hour. I hoist you up. And slam you down!
[Ruin glares at the screen]
Ruin : After I am done with you Jackson, next week is the second half of the qualifying brackets for the World tourney. Ruin wants a spot in that tourney! I don't care who I have to go through. I WILL be in it, and I WILL prevail!
No one can stop me here in SWAT! NO ONE!
Not Frostbite or John Cannon or whatever he is calling himself. What a low life piece of scum to trash the world belt. No respect. I hope to meet him in the tourney.
Not Eddie D the former champ. He is a man of similar girth and strength and power as I, a man I admire and truly respect, to meet him in the ring and the pair of us collide like two Titans, that will be a clash for the ages.
Not the tag team champions Ox and Williams.
Not Maddox or Blair. Not Blaze or Linda!
Not Goth or Richard Drake.
Not that lunatic Donzig. I am not finished with you Harbinger of Death.
Especially not YOU GOLDEN GOD!
No one will stop me.
No one CAN stop me!
[Ruin flexes for the camera and we fade.][/silver]
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Post by SWAT eFed on Dec 5, 2021 5:27:10 GMT -5
Jeremy Tucker : Here we have it folks. Two of SWAT's best collide here, both would be more than worthy winners of the whole tourney, but only one can make it to New Year’s Nightmare and the final Eight. Will it be The Alpha Pride Champion, or will it be one half of the Tag Team Champs? Quite the contest in the making. Andrew Fulton : Well, it’s not Radu Matei Vs Joe Pesci, but I guess it’s “a” contest in the making...
[As the beat from Elevators by Outkast pops through the arena, Oxford Osland emerges from behind the curtain with a confident smirk plastered all over his face. Osland doesn't bother mingling with the fans at all, as he walks calmly to the ring. Once he arrives, he walks up the stairs and wipes his boots on the apron. Osland enters in between the top and middle rope and does a lap of the ring before getting acquainted with his corner. Osland keeps his eyes focused on the ramp waiting for his opponent, keen for the referee to move the pleasantries and fanfare along.] Frank Salazar : Ladies and Gentlemen… This is a World Title Tourney Qualifying Match! Scheduled for one fall… Introducing first, hailing from Indianapolis USA. Coming in at 6’4 and 254 pounds ....One half of your SWAT World Tag Team Champions The ReV’S ..... 'The Unbelievable .... OXFORD OSLAND!!!Jeremy Tucker : For my money this could have been a main event match up. Andrew Fulton : If it’s “your money” I’d back you up all the way on that. If it was my money, I’d back the commissioner and the office on the card they’ve laid on. Shared accountability if it goes wrong. You really are frivolous with your cash and opinions these days… The beats from "Warped Mind" By Dominic Glynn vibrate throughout the arena as coloured smoke and lasers fills the air, a tall, young Vincent Wolf appears at the top of the rampway. He begins to bounce around as he runs down to the ring sliding in under the bottom rope as the young women in the crowd go nut's trying to get to him. He jumps up and begins to dance as if he was the star of a 90's boy band. The women all start screaming and rushing up to the security railings at ringside while he dances, and everyone waits for the match to begin Frank Salazar : Introducing now, hailing from Wierschem, Germany. Coming in at 6’4 and 200 pounds .... Your Alpha Pride Champion! VINCENT WOLF!!!Jeremy Tucker : Come on Andrew, you can muster a bit of respect for these guys can’t you?... He’s not required to put the title on the line in a tournament qualifier, but Wolf is our Alpha Pride Champion; he’s quite the highflyer. Andrew Fulton : Yep his head is certainly in the clouds. Jeremy Tucker : Come on Andrew, Wolf looks all business to me tonight. Andrew Fulton : Looks like we’re headed for another recession… Jeremy Tucker : I know you favor the ReVs but Wolf is the Real Deal. The referee is checking their boots, laying down the law and calling for the bell to get us underway… Andrew Fulton : Let me take the reins Jerry… Osland has taken an immediate offence to Wolf who suddenly leaves the ring to chat to a hot fan at ringside… Osland has left the ring, Wolf winks at the pretty young lady and begs off as Osland is shouting the odds… Osland is following Wolf around the ring… Wolf backs off and breaks into a run and slides into the ring… Osland doesn’t appreciate the crowd chanting Wolf’s name and tells them to shut up… Wolf throws Osland a “shove it” sign and lays down some more dance moves... Osland dives into the ring... Wolf stamps on Osland as he comes in... Osland doesn't seem to feel the blows... Wolf lays in some big punches and a side kick on Osland... Osland keeps coming... Wolf kicks Osland to the guts... Osland finally doubles up… Wolf goes for a DDT... Osland powers up, grips Wolf around the waist and turns it into a Northern lights suplex... Hold the cradle for the cover One … … …
and a quick kick out … Jeremy Tucker : Osland rolls away holding his guts after the kick moments ago… Wolf is slow to get up also… Osland drags Wolf up... knees him to the guts... forearms him across the back of the neck... Wolf goes down to one knee… Osland applies a Trapezius Claw, fingers clamping the shoulder nerves and applying plenty of pressure… Wolf is in some pain here and the crowd are booing Osland… Osland twists to tell the nearest front row to be quiet… Wolf takes the drop in focus as a chance to escape, twists, reaches up and snap mares Osland over... Wolf and Osland are back on their feet… Osland and Wolf circle around, Wolf shaking the pain from his shoulder… They lock up in a collar-and-elbow tie-up… After some heated jostling Osland walks Wolf into the ropes and the referee calls for a break… instead of a clean break Osland whips Wolf into the ropes, Osland meets Wolf mid ring and Belly to Belly Suplex! ... Osland covers … One … … …
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… … … 2… Osland manages to roll the package into the ropes… [The referee calls the break... Osland and Wolf fall out of hold and slowly get back up... Osland punches Wolf... Wolf kicks back... Osland chops back... Wolf chops back... the high pace of the match is beginning to tell... Osland double chops Wolf clean off his feet!... Wolf starts to get up... Osland walks over to follow up and straight into a low blow…] Andrew Fulton : … the low blow... the final act of a desperate man Jerry. Jeremy Tucker : Well Wolf is probably still smarting from that thumb in the eye and felt what’s good for the goose is good for the gander… Andrew Fulton : … nope... the final act of a desperate man Jerry. Jeremy Tucker : And how many times have you referred to a low blow from your favourite stars as “The great leveller”? Andrew Fulton : Really not sure that’s the point, or the time for this type of juvenile point scoring… Jeremy Tucker : … Wolf pulls Osland back up... Whips him into the ropes… Osland rebounds at quite a pace… Flying Headscissors takedown!!... Osland felt all of that… Andrew Fulton : Are you sure? He’s probably still cross-eyed with pain from that shot to the Russian Family Jewels… Jeremy Tucker : Russian Family Jewels? Andrew Fulton : If he doesn’t have a cracked Faberge Egg in his trunks right now, I’m a dutchman…. Jeremy Tucker : … Wolf pulls Osland back up... Whips him into the turnbuckles… But Osland reverses sending Wolf into the corner and follows in… What’s this?!... Wolf shimmies up the turnbuckles and back flips over Osland!… Osland on the follow up charge, just meets turnbuckles and chest pain… Osland is dazed but staggers away from the corner swinging big fists… Wolf ducks one haymacker, then another and whips Osland into the ropes… Osland rebounds… High crossbody centre ring and a cover… One … … …
… … … 2… kick out! Wolf gets back up frustrated and at an electric pace... Wolf hops into the nearest corner while Osland is still down… Poised on the top turn buckle… The Wolf Press!!! (Shooting Star Press)One… … …
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… … .kick out! Andrew Fulton : Well I thought that would end it right there… Wolf has got to go for his big finish… It doesn’t bloody matter if he’s still on the offensive, I don’t know if anyone can keep going this fast, for this long, without blowing up themselves… Jeremy Tucker : Wolf seems to have got your message… Wolf gestures to his fans that he’s going for his finisher… Osland staggers up to his feet… Wolf locks his arms around with Osland’s waist from behind… lifting Osland for the Kater!!.... but no… Osland back heels Wolf in the shin and elbows him in the face… Osland breaks out of Wolf’s grip, spins around behind him and launches Wolf skyward and down hard with a vicious German Suplex… Andrew Fulton : Imitating another man’s finisher… the final act of a desperate man Jerry… Jeremy Tucker : I thought you said the low blow was the final act of a desperate man? Andrew Fulton : There are different levels of desperation Jerry and this is not the time for this type of juvenile point scoring… Jeremy Tucker : Osland is still not following up though after Wolf’s onslaught… Wolf is up first holding his back and neck… Wolf drags Osland up and leaves him struggling to stand in the centre of the ring… Wolf hits the ropes and leaps up to hit a hurricanrana!... but no!... Osland has caught him… Powerbomb by Osland!!... This match has turned on its head… Andrew Fulton : …and poor old Wolf just got dropped on his… Jeremy Tucker : Osland is still not following up… This match has taken a lot out of both men… Wolf drags himself up using the ropes… Wolf grabs Osland and tries to go for a suplex… Osland hooks a leg to block the attempt to lift him… Wolf winces in pain… The powerbomb has taken its toll… Osland twists and grips and hits a Saito Suplex!! Osland covers… One … … …
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… … .kick out! Andrew Fulton : Wolf should never have kicked out after that suplex… That was delivered perfectly… both men are down and hardly moving… Jeremy Tucker : Osland has moved across to Wolf with the last of his energy… rolls Wolf onto his front, locks arms and AOD!!! ( Cattle Mutilation) He has the AGONY Of DEFEAT locked in! Andrew Fulton : Even if Wolf had the spirit to hang in there, he hasn’t got the energy left to get out of this… That hold is exactly what it says on the tin… Agony. Jeremy Tucker : Finally, Wolf taps and we have ourselves a winner. Frank Salazar : Your winner by Submission and progressing to the SWAT World Title Tourney Super 8..... 'The Unbelievable’ .... OXFORD OSLAND!!!Jeremy Tucker : Brave effort on Wolf’s part there and well battled Oxford Osland… Well, I think your pessimism at the start of the match was misplaced; that was a great match up. Andrew Fulton : If you weren’t so darned chipper all the time, I wouldn’t need to lay on the scepticism so thickly to balance the commentary out. I’m not a pessimist, you’re just not a team player. I think the right man won tonight and neither man left anything in the locker room… they gave us their all… Next up we have a Russian Street Fight match… If the match doesn’t kill them hypothermia might. Jeremy Tucker : Let’s go to a commercial break… don’t go anywhere, we’ll be right back.
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Post by theshootfighter1963 on Dec 5, 2021 19:46:11 GMT -5
(Olympia has just finished packing her gear and slings it over her shoulder as Glamourous Glenda comes up to her.)
Glamourous Glenda: "Olympia any words about what happened tonight."
Olympia: "You really want to know."
Glamourous Glenda: "You don't seem upset."
(Olympia just smiles.)
Olympia: "Do I look upset."
Glamourous Glenda: "I thought you would be upset."
Olympia: "Why should I be."
Glamourous Glenda: "Necra defeated you in her debut."
Olympia: "Oh you mean the beatdown she vowed to deliver to me and turn me into cupcakes."
Glamourous Glenda: "Umm...I guess."
Olympia: "Yeah she said that and a whole lot of tough talk. Oh she was going to beat me up. Oh she was going to turn me into cupcakes and this and that and everything else she could think of. So what do you think happened."
Glamourous Glenda: "You were beating her up."
Olympia: "Yeah I was throwing her around all over the ring. I was beating her up and yet look how she had to beat me."
Glamourous Glenda: "She was using the ropes."
Olympia: "Yeah she used the ropes just to defeat me. Yeah she proves that she couldn't beat me on my worst day and she better have eyes in the back of her head. In fact, she better have some of her Stargate Horus an Anubis guards watching her back or else she's going to herself subjected to a real ass kicking. Compliments of me. Nothing is settled or even close to being settled between us so watch your back Necra.
I'm still coming for you."
(Olympia leaves.)
Glamourous Glenda: "Olympia's on a mission and she's determined to accomplish it. Back to you guys."
(The scene slowly fades to black.)
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Post by SWAT eFed on Dec 6, 2021 3:16:11 GMT -5
The Fall hits and Ruin slowly walks onto the rampway. He pauses and looks over the arena and crown and ring, then heads to the ring, all business.Frank Salazar : The following contest is a Russian Street Fight. Introducing first, coming in at 6’10 and 333 pounds …. Ruin!!!!
And introducing his opponent, he is a former Two Time SWAT World Heavyweight Champion …. Hailing from Rio de Janeiro. Coming in at 6’1 and 300 pounds ... .... THE GOLDEN GOD ..... RALLY JACKSON!!! Hate or Glory" by Gesaffelstein hits and Rally Jackson makes his way down the ramp way. He is taking his time and looks seriously out of shape, he gets in the ring and struts around in a confident manner and then cracks his own neck and the ref approaches him and starts patting him down.Jeremy Tucker : Two of SWAT best set to tussle here in this Russian Street Fight! Andrew Fulton : I love me some Rally Jackson, but man, get a load of Ruin. This guy is JACKED! Jeremy Tucker : Referee Vick Mackey calls for the bell and we are underway. Rally opens up with some chops to Ruin, but no effect. Ruin stands there and looks down on the ‘Golden God’ and then forcibly whips him to the ropes and catches the former Champ with a huge running big boot! Andrew Fulton : Jackson is practically KayOed from that boot. Ruin is a wrecking machine. Jeremy Tucker : Ruin doesn get paid by the hour, as he said. He signals to the fans it’s over. And raises his huge arm in the air for the Chokelsam. Andrew Fulton : Already Jerry? Jeremy Tucker : Already. Ruin wraps that huge hand around the throat of the golden gold and hoists the 300 pound former champion high in the air ….. Andrew Fulton : KNEE TO THE FACE BY JACKSON! Jackson countered the chokeslam, driving his knee hard into the nose of Ruin. He went for it too soon. Jeremy Tucker : Ruin lets go of Rally and Rally hooks him and drives him into the mat with a big DDT! Andrew Fulton : Ruin needs to rethink his entire game plan. Jackson is a step up from Pete Mitchell. Jeremy Tucker : Ruin is laying on the mat after the DDT and Jackson stays on him with a series of hard knee’s, driving them into the skull of the giant. Andrew Fulton : Rally then walks around the ring, mocking Ruin and his Chokelsam signaling. Jeremy Tucker : Rally locks on a knee bar. He is a master of the submission, now moving to a ashi garam. Andrew Fulton : An Ashi what? Jeremy Tucker : Ashi garam. Ruin is clutching at his knee but wont give, Ruin reaches for the ropes and Mackey calls for a break but Rally tells him it's a street fight and no dq and to scram. Andrew Fulton : He is right, you know. Jeremy Tucker : Ruin is flailing and there is nothing Mackey can do about it, he again asks Ruin if he will tap but the big man screams NOOOO! Andrew Fulton : Ruin in desperation reaches out and grabs Rally and starts choking him. Jeremy Tucker : Mackey is telling both men to release the holds and both are ignoring him, then both at once have no choice but to both release the holds. Andrew Fulton : Rally is gasping for air and Ruin is trying to get to his feet but favouring his leg. Jeremy Tucker : HUGE SPINEBUSTER BY RUIN! Ruin covers him ….. One ……..
Two ……..
Kick out by Rally Andrew Fulton : Ruin again signalling for the chokeslam, what is he, a one trick pony? Jeremy Tucker : If it works, why not? Ruin hooks Rally and hoists him up …… CHOKESLAM!!! He got him! Andrew Fulton : I can’t believe it! Jeremy Tucker : Cover by Ruin, this is going to be a huge victory …… One ……..
Two ……..
THREE!!!
NO! [/center] Andrew Fulton : What a save! Jeremy Tucker : Rally’s bodyguard reached in and dragged Ruin out of the ring and broke the count just in time. Andrew Fulton : El Combatalorean! Jeremy Tucker : (rolls his eyes) I thought we had had enough of that farce. Andrew Fulton : Ruin has had enough, he bounds to his feet in rage, hooks the bodyguard … CHOKESLAM!!!! Jeremy Tucker : Right through the spanish announce table! Andrew Fulton : I think Rally is going to need a new bodyguard. Jeremy Tucker : Especially if he continues with this social justice warrior nonsense. Andrew Fulton : Nonsense? He is trying to make the world a better place Jerry. Jeremy Tucker : He doesn’t mean a word of it and you and I both know it. Andrew Fulton : I think he is very genuine. I have been listening to him and I think I could start to get with this stuff. Jeremy Tucker : You wouldn’t last 3 minutes. Andrew Fulton : That’s longer than you ever have in the sheets. Jeremy Tucker : You are a child. Ruin stands above the shattered table and roars raising his arm in the air, the Moscow crowd popping big time. [CRACK!] Andrew Fulton : Rally has a kendo stick and he just blasted Ruin on the noggin. Jeremy Tucker : Ruin doesn’t go down, he felt it, but he is still standing! [Crack!] Andrew Fulton : Another kendo shot by the Golden God! It is a Street Fight after all! Jeremy Tucker : Ruin drops to a knee and then Rally clocks him again and again and again and again with the kendo stick, and the stick is splintered and broken into twigs! Andrew Fulton : So is Ruins head after all them shots! Jeremy Tucker : Rally climbs to the top rope! 630 splash! 300 pounds of flubber spinning to the outside and splatting on Ruin! Andrew Fulton : Rally is feeling it! What a move! Jeremy Tucker : RIO SQUEAL! RIO SQUEAL!!!! (heel hook) Andrew Fulton : Ruin is out of it. Tap! TAP!!!! Jeremy Tucker : Mackey is asking Ruin and he refuses. He doesn’t even know where he is right now. Andrew Fulton : He’s on dream street! TAP!!!! Jeremy Tucker : He did! Ruin just tapped! He had no choice! Rally had knocked him silly with that Kendo stick! Andrew Fulton : And no one escapes from the Rio Squeal! Jeremy Tucker : Huge win to The Golden God! (holds his hand over the earpiece) And I have just been informed that next week back in Australia, he will be clashing with Donzig for the TV Championship! Andrew Fulton : What a clash that will be! Jeremy Tucker : We will be right back folks.,
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2021 17:44:05 GMT -5
{Backstage Footage}
As Vincent Wolf makes his way backstage from an extremely hard-fought but crushing defeat to Oxford Osland a beautiful young woman greets him handing him a cell phone. As he looks at her with wonder on his face he manages to give her one of his billion-dollar smiles as he excepts the phone and begins to speak.
~Vincent Wolf~
Vincent Wolf, who is this?
~Vincent Wolf~
Augustus, this isn't the time for this. Of course, I know who or what you are but I am a bit busy at the moment and do not feel like discussing matters with you right now.
The crowd can still be heard cheering Oxford and "The Alpha Wolf" in the background as Oxford Osland still stands in the ring celebrating.
~Vincent Wolf~
No, I just lost my second match and the second chance at a World Championship, how else do you think I am doing? No, the guy I just lost to is tremendous and a current tag team champion so no it isn't a matter of pride or ego. He earned the victory and one day I will step back into the ring with him and get the win I have earned.
~Vincent Wolf~
Until then Augustus I am still the SWAT Alpha Pride Champion and I am still the CEO and owner of Wolf Enterprises and I will continue to bring the Wolf bloodline and Deidrick Wolf's name to the hallowed halls of SWAT and the whole CWA Network. Now I am getting off here, oh one more thing don't call me at work again.
Vincent hands the young lady the cell phone smiles and walks past her towards his locker room.
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