Battleground #43 : March to Moscow (Show)

//: This was co-written by both Blaze and I.

Opening up on a door that has a nameplate that reads “Blaze Freya” in crimson lettering on a black background, the scene pans out where we see Richard Drake standing behind it in the hallway. With his hair still partially wet since he took a shower after his match against Khan, Richard balls up his right hand making a fist and knocks on the door gently but loud enough where Blaze can hear it.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Waiting on the other side very patiently, Richard knows that Blaze is a busy woman and quite frankly; he has nowhere else to be. As a moment goes by, he hears Blaze’s voice from the other side of the door.

“Come in!”

Grabbing the doorknob and pulling the door open, Richard quickly enters and immediately closes the door behind him. Looking at Blaze with a smile, Richard claps his hands together and gets to the point.

“Let me start off by saying thank you! If it weren't for you then I wouldn't be here in SWAT. Also, you looked amazing out there.”

Keeping his hands clasped together, he stands there in front of Blaze and awaits her response.

-With a slight chuckle, Miss Freya walks around her desk and approaches him with her right hand extended-

"As did you, my new friend! I've never seen someone with your in-ring style, where does someone learn to move like that?"

Taking a moment to think about her question, only one answer comes to mind which causes him to chuckle.

"Well, um... I used to be in the adult film industry and we had to do some pretty crazy positions like the Rabid Unicorn or the Clumsy Squirrel. Maybe that's where!"

-With her eyebrows raised high, Blaze laughs hysterically and makes her way back to her spinny chair, pointing across the desk at an empty black leather recliner-

"Have a seat you silly fuckin' goose. I have a feeling we're gonna get along quite well. Tell me, what are your goals here in SWAT?"

Taking a seat and placing his hands down on each armrest, this is something Richard had thought about ever since coming to SWAT.

"I'll be brutally honest. My goal is to be the best, period! Yeah I know, it's incredibly cliché and I know that I have a really long road ahead of me but hey—I enjoy adventures and challenges."

Looking at Blaze with a soft and humble smile, Richard knows that he has a long ways to go before he could ever refer to himself as the best but he would like to believe that he's on his way there.

"The best, huh?"

-She nods in agreement, respecting his honesty and also relating to him as she remembered being in the spot he's in right now when she was new-

"I remember answering similarly, probably a bit more curse words but I digress. I think you have what it takes to be the best, Richard Drake."

-She leans across the desk, removing her bedazzled shades and tossing them carelessly behind her-

"I know you have what it takes which is why I invited you here... but this version of me you're meeting today will not be the version of me you meet on the day you try to prove you're better than me, Rich. Because in order to become the best, you'd have to go through me... like you said, though... long road n' whatnot."

-Blaze sits back down, looking up at Drac as he just snarls in Richard's direction-

Holding his hands up to show that he comes in peace, there's also a part of him that's well, kind of attracted by her feisty demeanor.

"Well I come in peace Miss. Freya. Until that day comes where we have to do battle then needless to say, I plan to stay on your good side."

Letting out a small chuckle while keeping his hands held up, he doesn't want to piss her off as she has been good to him and he plans to reciprocate that back to her.

"Good."

-Her right hand pats Drac's right peck and he stops growling at the newbie. She then smiles at him, crossing her arms as she leans back-

"If you had arrived any sooner, being on my good side wouldn't have had many benefits but seeing as my pay has four extra zeroes on it now; I'd say you're in good hands. I understand you wish to be the best, as do I n' any other self-respecting athlete in this building. I fought and earned my way into this chair, this position of CEO but I'm not a genie. I can't just snap my fingers n' make you the fairest of all the lands, can I? No. So, I'll ask again... what are some of your goals in SWAT that I can assist you with?"

-Her icy blue eyes demand a clear answer, tilting her head ever so slightly just studying his facial expressions-

Keeping a rather stoic expression, Richard takes a moment to think about this question because there's a lot of implications riding on it. On one hand, he fully understands that being in her good graces can grant him all kinds of opportunities but on the other hand, he also wants to do things on his own merits to prove to everyone that he can get the job done on his own.

"Well if I had to choose something you could assist me on then it would be to grant me opportunities that you feel I have rightfully earned. It's absolutely nothing against you Miss. Freya but I want to do things on my own accord and by my own merits."

Staring into her icy blue gaze, it was quite mesmerizing but he has heard the same thing about his gaze since his eyes are blue as well.

"Listen, I like you a lot. I see a lot of myself in you..."

-Blaze runs her fingers through her fiery orange locks and takes a very serious tone-

"It was me versus The KGB for far too long because I wanted to prove I could do it all on my own. I know you've been watching very closely since I very first introduced you to this place so I know you saw it all unfold. I don't have to explain to you how much I went through but I will tell you that once I stopped fighting for me, n' I started fighting for SWAT... I gained the little bit of help I needed to get what I wanted. And tonight, we'll celebrate the end of The KGB all thanks to everyone who lends a helping hand in their downfall. Keep that in mind, Richy. Never march into battle alone simply to prove you can, save that strength for when you actually need to march into battle alone."

Taking her advice since it's quite valuable, he never really thought about it like that. Nodding his head slowly, he leans forward and stares directly into her icy cold gaze.

"You do bring up a great point!"

He nods still.

"There is no point in fighting alone simply to prove something. I'll give you that! I don't currently have any beefs but we know that will change sooner rather than later I'm sure. If the KGB has made an enemy out of you then you know what? They have made an enemy out of me as well."

-Her smile grows large and she releases a sadistic laugh, standing up and leaning damn near over the desk to get as close as possible without moving around to his side-

"If it's like that, you're welcome to make yourself right at home. My power is your power."

Keeping his eyes straight ahead to show her the respect she deserves, he smiles in return.

"You just sit back, relax, and keep a smile on that pretty face. I have no doubt that you will make SWAT the best company in the world because you have the brains, the beauty, and the experience. I look forward to seeing you in charge, Miss. Freya."

Staring into her mesmerizing gaze for a long moment, Richard turns his head to the side as their lips almost graze one another. Getting up out of the chair he was sitting in, Richard walks past the two massive guards and gets in behind her. Gently grabbing her slender shoulders, he begins to pull her back into her seat and rubs her shoulders firmly but not too hard. Keeping his eyes in a clean place, he can feel his heart race as he continues to caress her silky smooth skin.

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

Frank Salazar : Introducing now, hailing from The Depths of Hell. Coming in at 6’5 and 235 pounds ....accompanied by Vampira .....The King of Goths .... PSYCHOTIC GOTH!!!

[The fans cheer, and Frank steps away from the pair before he continues.]

Frank Salazar: His partner, he is the ROOOOOOOKIE DAVID VECTOR!



"Gimme Back My Bullets" by Lynyrd Skynyrd hits the arena speakers and David Vector "The Rookie" jogs out onto the ramp. The state flag of Virginia, The Stars and Stripes and pictures of Vector training in the gym flash up on the SWAT-tron screens. Vector accepts the applause that greets him by applauding them back in gratitude. Vector slaps the outstretched hands of the fans at the guard rail as he takes a slow jog out to the ring. Vector soaks in the atmosphere, jogs up the ring steps, wipes his feet on the apron and hops through the ropes. Vector scales the turnbuckles throws up his arms to accept their adulation, punches the air and jumps confidently down into the ring. The music fades and Vector stretches out his biceps and quads in preparation for the match.

The pair look at each other, nodding as Vampira moves to the outside as Frank adjusts his tie.

Jeremy Tucker: This is a huge match here tonight at March to Moscow, and these fans are on their feet for these two!

Andrew Fulton: They would be on their feet, because they are all sinners like Goth!

Jeremy Tucker: Have you been drinking the Marsh kool-aid?

Frank Salazar: And their opponents hail from the Land of Filth and Honey, weighing in at 575 pounds, the Hellhounds!

['I put a Spell on you' blasts across the speakers of the arena, and the fans cheer as the Reverand Marsh appears at the top of the ramp in his suit. He pauses, and holds up a fist full of chains before giving a sharp tug.

A moment later, the Hellhounds stalk from the back glaring across the rows of fans as they pause. They are wearing tattered clothes and long dirty dreadlocks hang around their masked faces, and they look around wildly before they stare at the ring. They start forward at another tug from Marsh who is pointing and yelling at Goth the entire time.]

Andrew Fulton: Marsh is here to save the soul of SWAT!

Jeremy Tucker: Right, and I am sure it has nothing to do with the winner's purse!

Andrew Fulton: Purse? Marsh is a man's man, he doesn't need any purse!

Jeremy Tucker: I thought we didn't say things like that in SWAT in 2021?

[The Hellhounds climb into the ring, stomping towards Vector and Goth as Marsh curses at Vampira on the outside.]

[The ref motions, and Goth jerks his head at the corner with a glare at Vector. The Rookie steps through the ropes, and he watches the Hellhounds.

Cerberus stalks forward, and the bell rings. The pair lock up, pushing back and forth before Goth hits the ropes. Marsh laughs on the outside, and the big Hellhound steps back. But Goth lunges forward, throwing stiff punches before running back to the ropes. He comes off with a huge clothesline, and then another, and then a third which sends the Hellhound stumbling.

The fans exploded, and Goth came off the ropes again with a roar of pure rage. And he drops Cerberus to the mat as the place goes wild. And Marsh is on the ropes, yelling at Goth who runs forward to swipe a hand at him.]

Jeremy Tucker: Goth is not backing down! He is bringing the fight to the Hellhounds!

Andrew Fulton: Yeah, yeah, yeah! But this is the Hellhounds night!

[Marsh lands on the floor, pointing a finger at Goth. And he turns around to be driven across the ropes by a huge shoulderblock by the angry Cerberus. He makes a quick tag to Psycho, and runs across the ring to throw a stiff elbow into Vector's face.]

Jeremy Tucker: The Hellhounds just like that are in control! They are legends of tag team wrestling!

Andrew Fulton: Psycho running across the ring! SUICIDE DIVE ONTO GOTH!

[Goth sprawls against the barricade, and the ref starts a ten count as Goth tries to climb to his feet. And Psycho grabs him, but Goth fires back slamming the masked face of the Hellhound into the ring barrier again and again. Then he rolls back inside, and nails a chop block on the angry Cerberus.

Marsh yells at Psycho, pointing at the ring before he turns around to find himself face to face with Vampira. Who delivers a huge slap across the face of the Reverend.

The place explodes, and Marsh staggers back in surprise.

Meanwhile, Goth in a rage drops elbow after elbow on Psycho before he runs back to hit a huge baseball slide to the masked face of the smaller Hellhound. He hits the quick tag to Vector, and the fans give a mixed pop.]

Jeremy Tucker: The former SWAT World Heavyweight Champion is putting on a clinic, no doubt incensed by the words of Reverend Marsh!

Andrew Fulton: Goth running across the ring, hitting a huge crossbody on Cerberus sending both of them to the outside!

Jeremy Tucker: Goth is wasting no time, battering away at the big man! Inside the ring, Vector is wasting no time!

[Vector leaps on Psycho, raining punches before he grabs his arm locking on the Arlington Armbreak! Moscow is on its feet, and the Rookie rips back on the arm as Psycho crawls around the mat, trying to get away.]

Jeremy Tucker: Vector has it locked in! Vector has it locked in! This could be the biggest upset in SWAT History!

Andrew Fulton: MARSH!

[The Reverend reaches through the ropes, raking his fingers across Vector's face before digging them into his eyes. The fans boo, and Marsh shrugs at the ref trying to look innocent before he is ripped around by an angry Vampira!

Another huge slap across the face of Marsh!]

Andrew Fulton: This is no way to treat a man of the cloth!

[Marsh yells, jabbing a finger at Vampira as he stalks forward. She laughs in his face, backing up before she bumps into the huge form of Cerberus! The fans groan.]

Jeremy Tucker: He wouldn't dare!

Andrew Fulton: Ha! Blake Lively could fight Lesnar, Jerry!

[The big Hellhound grabs at Vampira, but is spun around by Goth who starts throwing stiff punches at the brute. Moscow is on its feet, and Marsh is yelling as Vampira grabs his tie.

And then all of them go down in a heap as Cerberus staggers backwards as Goth nails a huge clothesline off of the barricade!]

Andrew Fulton:This is chaos! The referee needs to do something!

Jeremy Tucker: Vector meanwhile is back on his feet, taking the fight back to Psycho!

[The Rookie is hammering chop after chop at Psycho, driving him into the corner. Psycho is favoring his arm, and shakes his head before he turns to be grabbed by Vector who wastes no time hitting a ripcord boot!]

Jeremy Tucker: The Bolt Action! And Another!

[The Rookie does indeed nail another one, stumbling Psycho who flails as he staggers back. And then he grabs at his arm, and goes for a third as the fans are on their feet!]

Andrew Fulton: A Third!

[Psycho is looking worse for wear, and he takes a wild swing at Vector who steps aside as he leaps to the turnbuckle. Psycho runs in after him, and Vector wastes no time launching 'the .50 Cal'.]

Andrew Fulton: Psycho finally off his feet! Marsh do something!

Jeremy Tucker: The Reverend is still down on the outside with the rest of the crew, and Vector calls for the moonsault!

[The Rookie comes down, and it looks like it is over! But Psycho's hand snaps up, wrapping around his throat as he slowly shoves to his feet. The fans are in disbelief as Vector tries to escape, but Psycho nails a huge chokeslam!]

Andrew Fulton: YES! YES! IF YOU BELIEVE GOOD THINGS DO HAPPEN!

Jeremy Tucker: Psycho with the cover!



Frank Salazar: And the winners of this match … THE HELLLLLLLL HOOOOOOOUNDS!!!!

[The fans are still giving a mixed pop, when Marsh starts barking orders at the Hellhounds as Cerberus is brawling with Goth. He flings Goth towards the ring, and the former SWAT Champion comes off the apron to throw stiff elbows at his head.

But Psycho dives to the outside, and the pair start to batter away at Goth. Even going so far as to fling him at the rising Vampira! The fans jeer, and Marsh points at her screaming and pointing. The Hellhounds lift Goth's wife, and without word double choke slam her through the Spanish Announce table! The Russian Crowd has seen enough, and Marsh laughs.]

Jeremy Tucker: What was that! This is a disgusting display from the Hellhounds!

Andrew Fulton: Vampira is more of a man then you are!

[Vector still shaken, leaps from the ring as the ref calls for the bell again. And he runs at the Hellhounds, but Cerberus catches him to drive a huge powerslam into the ring barricade. Vector hits the ground in a heap, and Marsh starts yelling again!]

Jeremy Tucker: Vector broken in half! SOMEONE NEEDS TO STOP THIS!

[Marsh leaps on Vector, clawing at his eyes and face before he produces a pair of handcuffs. He snaps it around Vector's arm, and the top of the barricade. Goth is back on his feet, the Serpent of SWAT in a rage as he grabs a steel chair which he slams off the floor.

Cerberus and Psycho stalk forward, and Goth charges in, nailing chair shot after chair shot. And the Hellhounds are doubled over, and Goth leaps over them to grab at Marsh. He drags the Reverend towards the ring, screaming in ancient Russian before he is nailed by a stiff chair shot by Cerberus. He turns angry, and Psycho nails him with another.

Goth staggers, and then both Hellhounds batter away at him with steel chairs. And then they fling him at the ring apron, Goth starts to rise before Cerberus runs in with a huge boot.

The King of Goths is down, and they fling him inside as the fans boo.

The Hellhounds follow him to the inside, chairs in hand as they start to level blow after blow on Goth. The Reverend digging under the ring before he comes out with a bat wrapped in barbed wire.]

Marsh (yelling): And the wages of sin are death! And they shall be cast into eternal Hellfire!

Jeremy Tucker: Someone needs to stop this! This is too much!

Andrew Fulton: Marsh promised to punish Goth for his Satanic ways!

[Marsh rolls to the inside, and the Hellhounds drag Goth to his knees. Arms spread wide as they pin him there, muttering to himself as he bleeds as Marsh slams the bat down across his back. Then he produces a lighter, holding it high as the Russian crowd is going wild.]

Marsh (yelling): Exodus 22:18! THOU SHALT NOT SUFFER A WITCH TO LIVE!

Jeremy Tucker: NOT THIS! NOT THIS!

Marsh (yelling): LEVITICUS 20:6! If a person turns to mediums and necromancers, whoring after them, I will set my face against that person and will cut him off from among his people.



[But then the lights go down, and then flare to life an angry red as flames erupt along the ramp. Marsh looks up surprised, and the hulking figures of the KGB Death Squad emerge from the back as Sinclair Godfrey steps out behind them. She glares at Marsh, heading for the ring as the Hellhounds look for guidance

Marsh looks bewildered, and points. Goth is dropped to the mat.]

Andrew Fulton: The Death Squad! Donzig-gun! Donzig-gun is live in Moscow!

Jeremy Tucker: I have never been so happy to see the Bandits!

[The Hellhounds roll to the outside, and charge up the ramp to meet the oncoming KGB Death Squad. Mormo spearing Psycho as Cerberus and the big man Moloch start to trade punches as the fans are going wild.]

Jeremy Tucker: The Death Squad hates the Hellhounds! No love lost between Marsh and Donzig at all!

Andrew Fulton: I think Donzig should have minded his own business, Jerry!

Jeremy Tucker: You know he probably heard that, right?

[Fulton pales and falls silent, and the Death Squad is battering Cerberus between them. The fans going wild as they brawl on the ramp, and Sinclair is watching with an insane smile on her pretty face.

Cerberus throws a huge punch that nearly takes off Mormo's head, but then he is dropped to the floor with The Snap! The place explodes, and the Death Squad scream at each other slamming fists to their chests.

Psycho comes running in, and they waste no time in nailing the smaller Hellhound with a Reality Falls!

Marsh looks terrified, looking around wildly as he drops his barbed wire bat. Sinclair rolls into the ring, coming to her feet before the stunned reverend as the Death Squad circle the outside. She calls for a mic, which Salzar throws her.]

Sinclair: The Harbinger of Death sends his regards, Reverend.

[Marsh stares, and then sputters as he starts to wag a finger. And then Sinclair steps back before her head snaps forward with spray of Black Mist! The Reverend screams, clawing at his eyes and face as he falls. Sinclair wipes her black streaked face before grabbing for him, but Psycho drags him to the outside. The Hellhounds heading up the ramp as the KGB watch.]

Jeremy Tucker: The Hellhounds getting the Reverend out of here!

Andrew Fulton: I want to be clear, Jerry tricked me into saying it wasn't Donzig's business! I didn't mean to say that, I hate the Hellhounds! I do!

Jeremy Tucker: What?

[Goth meanwhile is stirring, blood running down his face as he looks up at the three staring down at him. They stare for a moment, and then Sinclair shrugs before waving a hand. The Death Squad leave the ring followed by the Baroness, and the King of Goth looks surprised. But then Sinclair snaps her fingers as they pass before the chained Vector, and they nail the Rookie with another Reality Falls!

The chain snaps at least, and Vector sprawls on the outside as Goth glares angrily as he climbs to his feet. And Sinclair shrugs at him as they move up the ramp, the Baroness laughing.]

Jeremy Tucker: We'll be back with more great SWAT action after these words from our sponsors!

Andrew Fulton:I love Goth, and I love Donzig-gun! Seriously, Marsh just paid me to say nice things! Please!

Jeremy Tucker: Stop it! Just stop!

(The show returns from commercials for Smirnoff Vodka, previews of upcoming movies along with various play off games and the upcoming Winter Olympics in 2022 along with the latest holiday shopping items. The scene fades to ringside where ringsiders are holding signs saying "Ultimate Kingpin Fans!", "Unlucky Linda!", "Kingpin Rules!", "We love you Linda!", "Krappy Keith!", and "Linda's Number One Fan Club!" before fading to ringside to ringside where Jeremy Tucker and Andrew Fulton are sitting at the broadcast table wearing headsets and SWAT apparel.)

Jeremy Tucker: "Welcome back to Battleground: March to Moscow and coming up is a highly anticipated rematch from last year between 'Lucky Linda La Fey and 'The Ultimate Kingpin' Keith Williams."

Andrew Fulton: "Here's a question for any idiot. Why say Road to Moscow when we are already in Moscow."

Jeremy Tucker: "That's the name of the show you idiot and where we are. You want to complain to your girlfriend Blaze Freya."

Andrew Fulton: "She would have changed the name with a snap of her fingers if I told her."

Jeremy Tucker: "She would have approved the name before SWAT left for Russia."

Andrew Fulton: "Nothing good ever comes from Russia."

Jeremy Tucker: "So all those Bond babes, the Caviar, and Russian models and tennis stars are the exceptions?"

Andrew Fulton: "There on my own personal no boycott list of things to hate Russia."

Jeremy Tucker: "No kidding. Let's get to this next match involving 'Ultimate Kingpin' Keith Williams and 'Lucky' Linda La Fey."

Andrew Fulton: "Yeah real lucky she is. She just teamed with former SWAT World chump 'Good Guy' Eddie D. and she and that muscle headed moron barely survived. Now she's about to lose to Keith Williams again."

Jeremy Tucker: "How would you know?"

Andrew Fulton: "Keith told me and Revenants are always right."

Jeremy Tucker: "As I mentioned these two competitors met in a very hard fought match. This was one bitter battle that Linda lost and she's waited a whole year for Keith Williams to even the score."

Andrew Fulton: "She has a better chance in winning the lottery or finding a pot of gold than beating Keith Williams. Hell she's more likely to find the Lucky Charms Leprechaun than beating Keith Williams. This isn't going to be her night."

Jeremy Tucker: "Linda's more prepared for Keith and she wants lots of revenge and retribution. She's been vowing to get it and when she steps into the ring she's going to get it."

Andrew Fulton: "There's no way 'Loser' Linda is going to defeat the almighty and all great and powerful Keith Williams. There's no way that washed up reject for the World Series of Poker Tours is going to win."

Jeremy Tucker: "We'll see what happens. Right now let's go to the ring for the introductions of this highly anticipated rematch."

Frank Salazar: "This next match is scheduled for one fall introducing first from Dublin, Ireland. She comes in at 5'5" 130lbs. She is 'The Heart and Soul of SWAT.' Please welcome 'Lucky' Linda La Fey."

("Linger" by Cranberries plays and "Lucky" Linda La Fey storms ringside slapping hands and hugging fans.)

Frank Salazar: "Now introducing from Raleigh, NC. He comes in at 6'3" and weighs in at 245lbs. He represents one half of the SWAT World Tag Team Champions and represents The Revenants. Please welcome 'The Ultimate Kingpin' Keith Williams."

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Three letters announce over the PA in a super slow fashion precede the iconic sound of "Hit Me With Your Best Shot" by Pat Benetar playing. The lights in the arena incessantly flash on and off as Keith Williams marches out onto the stage, most of his face and head obscured by a white towel. Dressed in a white suit, Keith looks down as he obsessively rubs at a fake mustache on his mask.

Scowling, The Great White Terror peers at the crowd with disgust and stomps the rest of the way to the ring, avoiding the gaze of the fans. Rolling under the bottom rope, Williams immediately sits himself in a corner, clutching the sides of his head as he rocks back and forth. Ready to compete, Keith whips the towel off and thrusts himself into a standing position as he methodically begins to remove all the white articles of clothing that make up his suit.

Jeremy Tucker: "Linda's not wasting anytime going after Keith Williams. She whips off his pants an starts choking him while mounting his back piggy back style."

Andrew Fulton: "She's a sadomasochist with an obsession with Keith. You see she dumps Soutter for Keith Williams. Linda releases the choke hold and unleashes a series of kicks to his million dollar cheeks. She's trying to embarrass Keith in the opening moments in this match."

Jeremy Tucker: "She wants to let out her frustrations on Keith Williams and she's vowed never to hold back. Linda bounds into the ropes and clotheslines both herself and Keith out of the ring onto the hard concrete floor."

Andrew Fulton: "Linda continues to assault poor Keith and is trying to embarrass him just because Keith embarrassed her last year. That's totally unjust and unfair.

Jeremy Tucker: "Like Keith never tried to do the same thing to Linda or anyone else he faced in the ring. Linda whips Keith into the ringsteps and she charges, sending both herself and Keith over the ringsteps and onto the concrete floor again. Linda tosses him back into the ring and Keith desperately rolls out again."

Andrew Fulton: "Linda bounds into the ropes and she goes Aer Lingus whipping out poor Keith Williams. She roars and these Russian barbarians roar with her before she grabs a chair and begins to beat him as she continues to scream and shout like a foul mouthed banshee. This is a family show and not an R-Rated movie."

Jeremy Tucker: "Telling by the things The Revenants and The KGB do in the ring and out. I wonder why you trash the show. Linda throws Keith back into the ring. She mounts the top turnbuckle and flies off but Keith dodges out of the way and she crashes and burns."

Andrew Fulton: "Keith wastes no time putting the boots to Linda. He picks her up and bodyslams her with authority before dropping a series of elbows to her chest. Those are a true thing of beauty."

Jeremy Tucker: "All KGB and Revenant moves are a thing of beauty to you. Keith finds his jacket and wraps it around Linda's throat and returns the choke."

Andrew Fulton: "Use the chair too. Keith waits for the full count and releases the choke before pretending to smell his jacket cringing at the smell. He continues to stomp Linda's back as she tries to get up as Keith hurls insults."

Jeremy Tucker: "Keith slaps Linda's head and continues to taunt Linda as he resumes stomping on her back. He uses his jacket again to choke her while in a camel clutch. Keith's really being more meaner and aggressive than usual."

Andrew Fulton: "He has every right to do that. Keith uses the chair's rest to choke Linda as the referee warns him to release the choke. Keith takes his time as he pretends to think it over waiting for the full count before releasing the hold. He gets up and takes a gentleman's bow like a true man does to please the fans."

Jeremy Tucker: "He's no gentleman and you and I know it. Keith resumes choking Linda and once again he waits for the full count pretending to think it over before releasing the hold. He picks Linda up and whips her into the ropes and attempts a clothesline. Linda ducks out of the way and returns with a dropkick. She does it a second a third time before attempting a scissors kick but Keith rolls out of the ring."

Andrew Fulton: "Keith's much smarter than Linda. Linda baseball slides Keith into the guardrail and charges in and avalanches him. She finds a baseball bat and takes a grand slam swing but misses. Keith finds a fire extinguisher and blinds her with a blast of foam."

Jeremy Tucker: "Keith picks Linda up and rotating spinebusters her onto the hard concrete floor. He acts as if he doesn't understand all the hate as he shrugs and smiles. Keith sets up Linda and does it again."

Andrew Fulton: "You do it, because you're the man and you can do whatever you want. Keith throws Linda back into the ring and walks around with one arm behind his back posing like a noble gentleman with true class and dignity. He whips Linda into the ropes and 360 clotheslines her."

Jeremy Tucker: "Keith goes for the cover for a close two count. He cinches in a rear chinlock and the referee checks to see that it's not a choke. Linda slowly makes her way back to her feet and delivers a series of elbows. She snapmares Keith over and delivers a series of hard stiff kicks to his back."

Andrew Fulton: "Those are true machine gun kicks from Linda. She must be truly pissed at Keith because he beat her last year fair and square. Linda starts kicking him in the face and she just busted poor Keith's nose open....Oh the horror of losing those million dollar looks."

Jeremy Tucker: "Keith's lost his million dollar looks a million times and still looks like a million dollars in both yours and Keith's over bloated egotistical minds. Linda whips Keith into the ropes and this time connects with a scissors kick. She gores for the pin....One....Two....Kick out. Keith almost lost to Linda."

Andrew Fulton: "That was too close for 'The Ultimate Kingpin.' Linda mounts and grounds and pounds Keith who forces her over and he savagely returns the ground and pound busting Linda open. They roll back and forth continuing to make the other a bloody mess and both are gushing blood."

Jeremy Tucker: "Linda's always been the better brawler of the two. Linda delivers a series of vicious knee strikes to Keith's mid-section and head. Keith counters with a series of closed fists and some low knees to her crotch."

Andrew Fulton: "Keith sets Linda up and Regal Plexes her. He hangs on and does it again and a third time before taking a bow like a proper English nobleman and goes for the cover....One....Two....Linda kicks out."

Jeremy Tucker: "He's no gentleman and he's no nobleman either. Keith wriggles his eyebrows and flex pecs at the ringsiders booing him. he sets Linda up for a tiger suplex and rolls over for the cover....One....Two....Linda kicks out again."

Andrew Fulton: "Keith gets into the referee's face but the referee gets into his face and tells him differently. Linda schoolboy rolls him up for a close three count. She baseball dropkicks him and covers him for another close pinfall."

Jeremy Tucker: "Linda delivers an X-Factor followed by a monkey flip for the cover....One....Two...No! Keith gets a shoulder up."

Andrew Fulton: "Linda leaves the ring and finds a table and slides it into the ring and finds a spool of barbed wire and throws that in. She returns to the ring. That spool of barbed wire obviously came from the gulag that Psychotic Goth's promo was cut."

Jeremy Tucker: "That barbed wire was newly bought."

Andrew Fulton: "Yeah for Vlad Putin's dental floss."

Jeremy Tucker: "You're trying to get SWAT banned from Russia aren't you?"

Andrew Fulton: "No more than Donzig is."

Jeremy Tucker: "Linda sets up the table and wraps the barbed wire all around the table as Keith clotheslines Linda and sets her up on the table. He delivers a brutal standing ground and pound with fists, forearms and elbows."

Andrew Fulton: "Keith climbs to the top turnbuckle and Keith 'Macho Man' Williams flies off with a flying elbow of such beauty sending him and Linda through that table and they are tangled in barbed wire. The referee checks and makes the count....One....Two....T...No! Linda gets a shoulder up."

Jeremy Tucker: "Keith whips Linda and charges and runs through her. Keith whips Linda into the corner and charges in but gets a big boot to the face compliments of Linda. Linda waits and executes a blockbuster."

Andrew Fulton: "Linda's trying to kill Keith just because he defeated her last year and she wants revenge for that....Hell Keith can't even concentrate because he got completely embarrassed in the CWA World Championship Tournament. SWAT was completely embarrassed in the tournament beyond belief."

Jeremy Tucker: "Linda waits and delivers a superkick before making the cover....One....Two....Th.....No! Keith gets an arm up."

Andrew Fulton: "That was too close for Keith Williams' comfort and now Linda looks really pissed off and angry."

Jeremy Tucker: "If you were cheated out of a victory you would be too. Linda sets Keith up for a piledriver but Keith blocks it counters with a K-Driver. He goes for the pin....One...Two....Th....No! Linda gets an arm up. She has the greatest stamina in the whole of SWAT!"

Andrew Fulton: "Nobody and I mean nobody rarely kicks out of Keith's K-Driver. Keith once again gets into the referee's face and once again the referee ignores him. That's the typical arrogance of the referees these days."

Jeremy Tucker: "Yeah and so are the wrestlers who ignore the referee. Keith whips Linda into the ropes and misses with a clothesline. Linda waits and she Rolls The Dice before making the cover....One....Two....Thr....No! Keith gets a shoulder up."

Andrew Fulton: "That was too close for Da Man Keith Williams. Linda goes to the top turnbuckle but Keith shakes the ropes and crotches Linda. He leaps onto the top turnbuckle and suplerplexes her before rolling over to make the cover....One...Two...Thre....No! Linda gets a shoulder up."

Jeremy Tucker: "This match has been a back and forth affair between these two bitter rivals. Keith once again places Linda on the top rope and delivers a series of European uppercuts and attempts to set her up for another superplex. Linda counters with a series of palm strikes and fists to his solarplexes forcing him off. She launches herself off the top rope and Lucky Dips onto him and makes the cover....One....Two...Thre.... No! Keith gets an arm up."

Andrew Fulton: "Nobody and I mean nobody kicks out of The Lucky Dip. Linda picks up Keith who slips behind her and picks her up and airplane spins. Look at that daring velocity...Come fly with Keith of fly of fly away....bum...bum...Keith roars and unceremoniously drops her face first before making the cover.....One....Two....Thre....No! Linda's foot was on the ropes."

Jeremy Tucker: "Keith can't believe it either. He picks up Linda and she rolls him up with a small package. Keith counters with a small package but has her tights...Wait Linda suddenly reverses the small package with another small package.....One....Two....Three! She did it. She got her revenge on Keith!"

Andrew Fulton: "That's unfair Keith should be in the Tournament."

Jeremy Tucker: "He had his chance.. Let's go to the ring for the decision."

Frank Salazar: "Your winner at 22minutes and 30seconds.....'Lucky' Linda La Fey!!!!!"

Jeremy Tucker: "'Lucky' Linda La Fey evens the score and gets her revenge on Keith Williams."

Andrew Fulton: "Yeah and she's rubbing it in like she always does just to stroke her oversized ego. She should pay for his suit's dry cleaning after what she did to it."

Jeremy Tucker: "Keith's outfit will survive. Keith's glaring at Linda as Linda's giving him the ‘gotcha look’. He's mouthing that it's not over between them and nothing is close to being settled between these two."

Andrew Fulton: "DKO!  Keith just drilled Linda with the DKO!  Dakota's move AGAIN!  Keith smirks at Linda and as she gingerly gets back to her feet ANOTHER DKO!  This is fantastic!  Keith is lining up for a 3rd DKO but here comes Dakota and she pulls Linda out of the ring and he and Keith now lock eyes.  ."

Jeremy Tucker: "I have a feeling these two aren't even close to being done, not by a long shot. Right now we have to go to commercials but we definitely aren't done yet and will return with more SWAT action."

(They fade to commercials.)