New Years Nightmare 2022 (Show)

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The sound of a staple gun could be heard echoing in the small white room. Breathing as best I could, I had just recently gotten out of a grueling match against Ruin who literally took me to hell and back and for what? To move one step closer to the SWAT Heavyweight Championship of the World.

What happened?

I won. Or well, did I?

“This is going to hurt, Mr. Drake!”

I had been in this predicament before, many times as a matter of fact so I knew exactly what was coming. Feeling the doctor’s gloved fingers pinch my flesh together since it had been separated on the top of my head, the all too familiar clicking sound hurt but it did mend my broken body back together again, at least for now. Taking in several deep breaths which weren't actually that deep at all, I knew that I had bruised ribs at the very least and was pretty sure that I would need an X-Ray soon as well, that was after they stopped the bleeding on top of my head which soaked my hair in my own blood and probably some of Ruin’s as well.

“So I can tell that you have been through this before because most people wince when their head is being stapled back together again. Did you at least win?”

Looking up at the young doctor, her blonde hair cascades down her shoulders as her blue eyes stare into mine with sincerity. Feeling nothing but pain momentarily, I did win the match, yes, but again—did I actually win in the end?

“I did, yes! I’m one step closer to putting the SWAT Heavyweight Championship around my waist.”

Listening to my words, she nodded and replied.

“Well I don't know if it's worth the sacrifice but I'm glad that you won.”

Looking up into her blue eyes, I could feel her sincerity and the genuine warmth was really nice. Nodding my head while lowering it, I thought that the sacrifice was worth it but would I feel the same way in five, ten or even twenty years when all these scars catch up to me?

“I appreciate that! I know that it sounds crazy but this is my livelihood, you know?”

She nods while smiling.

“I get it!”

Doing my best to breathe, it is incredibly difficult but I push through the pain to do so. Feeling the silence take over, I sit there until spoken to since this isn't really my idea of a perfect conversation or time even though the nurse has been great company thus far. Breaking the silence, the nurse spoke out to me which was surprisingly soothing.

“We’re getting an X-Ray set up for you, Mr. Drake! So if you would, please sit tight, relax, and someone will be by to get you shortly.”

Looking up through the pain, my bloodstained hair dangles down in front of my face which is also stained in dry blood by now.

“I appreciate it, thank you!”

Nodding and turning away, she pulls the curtain closed. Letting out a grunt while clutching my ribs, I slide off of the bed and hobble over to the sink. Reaching out with my right hand, I turn the water on as the sound of the water is very calming. Grabbing a paper towel, I place it under the stream and watch as the dried blood from my hands immediately turns the water a light red color along with the sink. Beginning to wash the dried blood off of my face, I look up into the mirror to see the staples placed in my head to hold my flesh together. Swallowing hard, this isn't my first rodeo where I had to defy the odds and this most certainly won't be my last either.

“Isn't it ironic?”

Smiling through the pain, I wasn't talking to myself like most probably think.

“It's because of you that I'm here in SWAT, Miss. Freya and now? It's you standing in my way of becoming the SWAT Heavyweight Champion. Yes I'm aware that I’m also standing in your way of achieving your dreams here in SWAT. That's why I say that this is irony at its finest because fate brought us together to take evil down and now? We have to take one another down which when you think about it, is exactly what they want to happen.”

Letting out a chuckle which hurts like hell, I immediately grab my ribs again.

“So here we are, Miss. Freya. New Years Nightmare and the entire world watching on. Let's just be honest with one another here, you have it all right now in SWAT. You run the show, you sign the checks, you make the rules and now? You have the opportunity to put the richest prize in our business today around that slender waist of yours, the SWAT Heavyweight Championship.”

Placing my bloody hand on the counter, I lean forward to ease the pain as best I could.

“It's like I said, you have all the power in the palm of your hand Blaze but with that power comes the fact that you also have every single person looking at you with judgmental eyes. You're the boss so why on Earth are you competing for your own World Championship? That's the thought running through a lot of people's minds, fans and wrestlers alike but you know what I think Blaze?”

Pausing momentarily, I let my words linger in the air while grinning from ear to ear.

“I think that you should put yourself out there because why waste away when you're one of the best going in the business today? But here's the catch, Miss. Freya—”

Again I pause but the tension can be felt in the air and easily at that.

“I don't plan on losing at New Years Nightmare!”

Speaking with a gruff voice, it's because of the pain that I speak in this manner. Pushing my right arm up against my ribs even harder, it helps ease the pain if only a little.

“It wasn't that long ago when you had made mention of what would happen to me should our paths cross and here we are, Miss. Freya. Your social media post has come true in the worst way possible because now we do battle and I'm telling you right now darling, social media has no implications of what this match is all about or how far I'll go to become the SWAT Heavyweight Champion, you understand? Yes, it's true that you and I have gotten close recently but in the grand scheme of things? My will to be the best, it's pulling me pretty hard in that direction and as you already know by now I'm sure—I’m not laying down in this match.”

Looking at my own reflection in the mirror, half of my face is clean while the other is still red due to the dried blood that I have yet to get off of my face.

“Not that you would ask me to but even if you did, there would simply be no way that I could oblige you on that. What you see right now? Yeah, it's me at my worst because Ruin did a number on me but at New Years Nightmare? At my best or not, I will step into the ring and do what very few people have done in this business and that's beat Blaze Freya for all to see. No arrogance. Nothing like that but a sheer amount of willpower to get the job done because let me tell you; I didn't get my ass handed to me by Ruin only to lose the next match. No way. No how.”

I shake my head sternly.

“I look at my broken body in its current state and while you lick your lips seeing an easy target and a wounded animal, I’m here to tell you that this wounded animal is a cornered one and if you need proof of what a cornered animal can and will do then trust me, you'll find out at New Years Nightmare.”

Beginning to lose track of who I am due to the pain, I stare into the mirror as if looking at nothing but my enemies when in reality, it's only my own reflection and Blaze isn't an enemy but simply an opponent vying for the same opportunity that I am.

“Now do understand Miss. Freya that this doesn't change how I feel about you. I am simply being honest and forthcoming with you about my intentions because you deserve that much, just as I’m sure that you will be very forthcoming with me as well. But even though you're my first opponent of the night Blaze, you're not my only opponent as the stage has been set and the gauntlet has been laid down.”

Upon shaking my head, I knew that the night was going to be grueling because competing once in one night is difficult enough but competing multiple times? That's when things get a lot more grueling on the body.

“For those who manage to advance? They move one step closer to fulfilling their destiny. Now I know that you don't have a clue as to who I am, boys and girls but to Goth, Eddie, Linda, Mike, Oxford and Johnny? I don't know who all will be advancing to the next round but should you see your name across from mine? Do realize that it's an honor squaring off against you but just like against my friend Blaze; I have no intentions of losing and yes I know, neither do you! So that's what makes this thing quite interesting because everyone wants the top prize but only one of us can acquire it and you’re looking right at him.”

With a wicked smile forming along my face, I felt really confident even though I am currently mending my broken body. Before I can say anything further, I am interrupted by another nurse who walks in.

“We’re ready for you, Mr. Drake! Let's go get some X-Rays and see how those ribs are doing.”

Turning away from the mirror, I look at the nurse and flash a sincere smile as I’m genuinely glad that they are here to help me out in my time of need.

“Yes, let's do that!”

Slowly hobbling out of the room, the nurse guides me down the hall and this is where the cameras stop rolling for now.

“Heh. Heh. Heh.”

Allowing a small laughter to escape my lips, I knew that it was only a matter of time until Miss. Freya spoke out and in typical fashion, filled with anger simply because she didn't listen to everything that I had to say regarding her. With both of my hands placed behind my back in a strict military fashion, I allowed my thoughts to consume me because that is when I operate at my best and against Miss. Freya? I better be at my best or don't come at all.

“I had a strong suspicion that you wouldn't listen to everything that I had to say but simply pick out a few choice things and let their rest go. See Miss. Freya, that's the problem because it's obvious that you didn't use your listening ears because if you had then you would have heard me say how I believe you should be in this tournament. You would've heard me say that it's a lot of other people who are saying that but not me, oh no, because I made it crystal clear that I believe that you are one of the best going today and how you should showcase that kind of talent. But hey, at least I know how you really feel and I also know that when push comes to shove, Miss. Freya can't take a little bit of heat in the kitchen when things start to get verbal.”

Grinning from ear to ear, I knew that my words would light a fire under her ass but I never dreamed in a million years that she would miss so much context and speak on a bunch of rubbish that proved how she didn't take it all in. Taking in a deep breath and pacing around the small area, I wanted to keep things simple and straightforward against Blaze.

“See, for all of the nice things that I had to say about you which were truthful, there wasn't anything bad that I had to say about you. I held our friendship near and dear but was simply letting you know that I wasn't going to lie down for you simply because you are the boss. No, you see, I was letting you know that I was going to give you my all and why? Because I feel that you deserve that much. I feel that you deserve that kind of respect but now that I know how you feel Miss. Freya, it's awfully ironic that you believe what you do about me because it goes to show that for someone who claims to have eyes and ears everywhere; you actually know very little in the very company that you represent. So tell me Blaze, since I seem to pretend that I know more than I actually do, what have I said at any time that I have been wrong on? Hm?”

Continuing to pace the small area, I simply smirk at the camera because I know that Miss. Freya is going to take a pretty big opportunity to think about this but the real question is, will she hit a home run and get it right or will she try to grasp for straws because she doesn't want anyone to prove her wrong? The answer to that question is incredibly simple because I don't speak on matters I know nothing about so there's no way she can hit a home run in this scenario.

“I'll be a gentleman and save you the time because I have been wrong at nothing that I have said. See Miss. Freya, that's the thing about me. I don't speak on matters that I don't know and I don't insert my opinion simply because it's the cool thing to do. I only speak on matters that I know very well because I don't choose to make a fool out of myself and I listen to every single word that someone has to say to and against me so before you run off putting words into my mouth—do know the context of what you're saying before you do so again because I would hate to think that you are making yourself look like a fool when I know that you're not.”

Flashing a quick wink at the camera, it is definitely directed at Miss. Freya as things have seemed to get a little tense between us but that's what competition does between two people.

“But since you chose to ignore it the first time, let me say it again so you can understand it this time. I feel that you should be in this tournament because you are one of the best in the business today. Now if for some reason you still can't understand what I'm saying to you then let me know and I will say it again as slow as humanly possible so you can understand it.”

At this point, I knew exactly what I was doing and I knew that Miss. Freya would be livid over what I am saying to her right here and now. Turning my frame to face the camera, the light from above shines off of the staples in my head which continues holding my flesh together.

“Now you had said something that I found to be rather ironic but also rather ignorant. You had said that you know me so well that you know that there's some quit in me. So I returned to this industry in August and I have yet to quit one time, not even one match and even though you don't seem to have a lot of respect for Ruin; he's a very big dude with a lot of strength and heart so before you count him out and make him out to be a joke, I would take another good look at him because he's no joke and I will never treat him or any other opponent for that matter as such. But let's go back and talk about that so-called quit in me, shall we?”

Peeling my eyes away from the camera, I decided to pause because I had to keep myself composed and not because Miss. Freya hit me as deep as she thinks but because it goes to show me that no matter what she says, she doesn't know me at all and the proof is in the pudding when you know my track record. Bringing my head back down to where the camera is located, I stop, take in another deep breath and then continue speaking.

“So since we're talking about quitting and things like that, I want you to name one situation where I have quit? It can be anything at all. You can name a company, a match, a hobby, quite frankly anything at this point because the thing is—I have had absolutely no quit in me whatsoever and if you didn't see that against Ruin then it goes to show me that you haven't been paying attention at all. Sure, you may sign the checks but it's almost as if you have no clue whatsoever what kind of talent that you have at your disposal if you make asinine claims like you have. Yeah I know, go ahead and tell me that I'm wrong. Go ahead and pull something out of your ass to try to make it look like I am wrong because for every time you claim that I am wrong? There's going to be a million other people and instances which prove that not only am I right but that you're dead wrong and that you're simply grasping for straws because you don't have any ammunition against me and you know it. See Miss Freya, you're like Ralphie from A Christmas Story because you want that Red Ryder BB gun so bad and now that you have finally gotten it? You proved to me and to everyone else that you never knew how to use it in the first place because you have already shot yourself in the eye. So tell me, where would you go from here?”

Placing the metaphorical ball in her court, I knew that she would come out guns blazing on both accounts but the thing is, you can come out guns blazing but if you're firing blanks then nobody is going to pay attention.

“Oh is this another one of those times where I have already said too much and you feel that I should wrap this thing up? Is that it? It's funny how you absolutely love it when I do the same thing to other people, people who were against you but when I suddenly do it to you? Suddenly I have said too much and don't know anything that I am saying so which is it? Am I talking too much simply because you don't have the capacity to listen? Am I speaking with no substance to you simply because it's not what you want to hear? No matter what answer you give Miss. Freya, it's not going to change the fact that everything I say is gospel because again; I don't speak on matters unless I know that they are correct.”

Stopping right next to a window, I turn my head in its direction and stare outside at the night sky but more specifically, the full moon which is in effect.

“But since we're talking about matters that people know nothing about, let's talk about the fact that despite what you seem to think—I am going to push you past your limits because I don't need your validation to tell me what kind of ability that I have in the squared circle. Since you have seemingly forgotten, it was you who came to me about signing the deal here in SWAT, not the other way around so while I understand that you're trying to live up to your bad ass image by undermining me now, please; let's not forget who came to who first before we start casting stones. Oh and for the record, you're the only one who actually cares about my undefeated streak because quite frankly? I know that every streak comes to an end sooner or later and so I never think about it to begin with but I'm glad that you're paying attention because I can tell by the look in your eyes that you want nothing more than to be the person who snaps it, don't you? You like to pretend that I am the only one who needs this victory and while that is partially true, it's also you who needs this victory just as much as I do because you don't like the fact that someone has an undefeated streak and in that selfish Blaze Freya manner, you decided to put us against one another so you could hopefully be the first person to beat me and lay claim to something that very few have ever managed to do. Well Miss. Freya, you are getting your wish but as the old adage goes; be careful what you wish for! You may judge me simply because I had a very grueling battle against Ruin but if you're so quick to judge me based on that one match alone then how is it going to fair for you should you lose to the very person who you have suddenly chosen to undermine simply because we stand across that ring from one another?”

If this were a game of chess, I would have Miss. Freya right where I want her and that is in the check position. The next things she decides to say are quite crucial now because if she messes up, even once, she will put herself in checkmate and there will be no coming back from this. Allowing another large grin to form along my face, I place my right hand underneath my chin and continue to enjoy the beautiful night sky which keeps me at peace in this crazy world.

“Don't answer that question hastily, Miss. Freya, actually take the time to think about it. And for everyone else who has the hopes, dreams, and aspirations of becoming the SWAT Heavyweight Champion? I most certainly wish you the best of luck, truly, because I know how bad that I want this and I know exactly what I am willing to do in order to get it and I have a feeling that the rest of you do as well. So to whoever I face in the finals, and yes Miss. Freya, I am going to believe in my own abilities just like you do so don't criticize me for doing the exact same thing you're doing because that is the pot calling the kettle black and I know you're not a hypocrite so don't start now. But to whoever I shall see in the finals? It will be my honor to step into that ring against you but I'm coming to win, just like everyone else and when I come to win? I play for keeps and this time is no different!”

Reaching out with my left hand, I grab the lens of the camera indicating that I want the cameraman to shut it off as I am finished since there's absolutely nothing more that I need to say right now.

Who will leave New Years Nightmare as the SWAT Heavyweight Champion? That remains to be seen but we do know one thing, it's going to be intense from start to finish.

Fade!

As the sun settles over us, nothing but a beautiful view from outside of the arena, hell the crowd is still pouring into the building and who in the hell could blame them another great show being put out by the stars of SWAT, the names of the men and women who put their bodies on the line day and night to prove that this is the best company around bar none in this business. As the fans continue to come in, some with banners of their favorite wrestlers or maybe some they even hate which ever you choose to cheer or boo for, some are wearing the favorites tee shirts which can be pick up at the nearest concession stands or I am sure you can shop for it online or maybe get it off of Amazon or ebay, whichever you choose to shop at. As our camera crew looks throughout the parking lot something captures our attention right away. We see a rather large RV that is taken up quite a few parking spots. This RV is gray and blue colored, and it is rather large we must say, so much it could come off as a apartment. As we move in for a closer look, we see a rather gentleman, with his arms folded. This young bald-headed man as arms about the size of most men's legs. He is wearing a gray tee shirt with black slacks and black steel toe boots. This young man must be about six foot five or maybe six foot six and must weigh maybe in the 280 or 290 range a solid put together individual. As he looks up and down the parking lot as if he on the lookout for somebody.

We slowly walk up a couple of steps and right into the RV, and it is quite the sight to behold. It is well quite long, we see a surround sound system as the show is blasted over it so long that we are surprised that is not shattering the glass, and those are tinted by the way cannot see or see out. Right under the surround system we see a large table, with a deck of playing cards on them as if someone had been playing a game of solitaire. As we move further back in the RV, we see a kitchen and this kitchen is really big, you have a blender on the countertops, a electric stove, and microwave right over the stove, a large fridge where it looks almost like a computer from the door. Not too far from the fridge is a fully stocked bar with stools all around it. A hand comes out from behind the bar, as the place a glass on top, they reach around and grab a bottle of scotch as they pour it into the glass, as they fill it up, they pick up the glass and take a sip. This young man is looking quite sharp, we must admit. He is wearing a blue and white striped suit as this suit looks so expensive that he might more on this, them most people might make in an entire year. It is none other than Issac Cornelius Boothe. Mister Boothe picks up his glass as we follow him, right out of the kitchen and right through what appears to be the bedroom where there is a king size bed in it and yes already stated this RV is rather large. Mister Boothe walks right through the bedroom and heads in what appears to be an office or at least we believe it to be.

We see a rather large oak desk with a red laptop computer on it and a moving chair, as it appears someone is sitting in it. They slowly turn around as they are looking into the laptop, they seem to get the feeling that somebody is watching them, as they look over the laptop with an intense look in their blue eyes. This person moves the laptop over a few feet, as we this the person short blonde hair, as they are wearing a gray tee shirt with long blue tights and blue boots. As they look over at Mister Boothe drinking his scotch, they look back toward the camera, we see that it is none other John Cannon or Frostbite whichever you might want to call him.

Cannon: I hope that scotch is good their Mister Boothe.

He nods his head.

Cannon: I must admit, your company knows how to treat a top talent as they have gotten me this RV. After all, I do not want to share the locker room with those SWAT rejects.

Mister Boothe puts his glass of scotch down on the table as he looks toward the camera as if he is about to say a few words.

Cannon: I know what you are about to say to these idiots. Great minds, think alike.

Cannon comes out from behind the desk as he stands next to Mister Boothe.

Cannon: What my manager, was about to say? Last week's show it appears that the new boss wanted to teach me some type of lesson, as she decided to book me in a handicap match against the Hellhounds, and I guess you could say she got want she wanted from it. The Hellhounds beat on me and got the win. Maybe she wanted those two to hurt me and take me out of this tournament because she knows that I am the biggest threat to winning the World title. You see that makes more sense, and your plan almost worked but you see, I had some insurance policy thanks to Mister Boothe, and that would be Satan Disciples have returned and signed with Mister Boothe. I dare to say if it would not for some old friends coming to my defense then I might just be on the shelf and the boss would have accomplish her goal. I thought, Paul was power driven but maybe I was wrong.

Cannon turns around and hands Mister Boothe his glass of scotch.

Cannon: So, Blaze, you were supposed to teach a lesson. What would that lesson be? That you are the boss around here? Okay, I get it, but what point did you prove to me. Maybe the point you prove that you are power hungry? You certainly prove that point on the last show by abusing your power. But what makes it so much worse with you their Blaze is that you put yourself in this tournament to crown a new champion, that really makes matters worse. I give Paul so credit he did not have that much of an ego to book himself a title match, but it appears that you have let that power go right to your spray-painted head. It appears that you need to be taken down quite a few notches and for your sake you better hope it is not me. I heard your words earlier; you mention that if you ever step into the ring with each other, it would be the match of the decade. Well, it would be a nice match, but it would be a match where you would get your ass handed to you, because you are not, nor will you ever be in my damn league and we both know that so please do not kid yourself.

Cannon walks back over to his desk as he takes a seat.

Cannon: World title tournament?

He looks over at Mister Boothe.

Cannon: Sir, you are quite a smart man. Please help me understand why in the hell are we having this tournament?

Mister Boothe shrugs his shoulders.

Cannon: My thoughts exactly sir. Help me understand this. Since this damn company cannot get the image of Frostbite burning the title out of their fucking minds, then once again why are we have this tournament? Right here sits your World champion, right? I do not recall losing the title at least I do not believe so. I know after many years taking a few shots to the head maybe I have lost my memory, but I do not recall losing it. Just because I burned a piece of damn, worthless tin, we need to crown a new champion.

He shakes his head.

Cannon: Wow, I am really surrounded my idiots. Then again maybe this place is envy of me. SWAT knows for two damn years I was the best wrestler on this roster, and it was only a matter of time before I won the title, and now instead of allowing me the chance to defend the title not just because I burn that piece of tin, you want to really piss me off. I know Mister Boothe and his company have decided to take this to the courts and this place hand me the title. This tournament is such a farce, it wants to screw me over after all my hard work. So, I have beat three people in one damn night to win back at title I never lost. Somebody is going to pay for this injustice whether it is Blaze or anybody in this tournament because we all know in that locker room who the real champion is right? Blaze if you and the locker room have something up your sleeves and feel the need to screw me over this evening rest assure that the Disciples, Mister Boothe, and even Chuck watching over the RV will have something to say. Who is to say that Mister Boothe might sign more talent by the end of the night because business is always growing?

Cannon looks at his laptop.

Cannon: Tonight, I have Oxford Osland. Sir, you have made a nice name for yourself since your arrival here. However, rest assure, tonight you are simply, wrong place, wrong time. You are not going to get best the best damn wrestler in the locker room. I am going to make an example out of, and I want the locker room to watch closely because I am walking out of LA with my title, and you heard me correct my damn title. I burn the title because it was the past, and this title is a look into the future, and I am the future of this company. It is time this place has a real champion it can look up to and respect. It is time that I put SWAT on the mat as it should be, it should be considering the face of wrestling and nobody in that locker room could bring it such high honor then yours truly. People know who the hell I am? My track record speaks volume, and we all know it. Oxford, sure the first-round match will be nothing short of another great match, but it will be a loss to the best around and there is nothing wrong with that and if you think otherwise than you are a bigger fool than I believe you are.

He once again gets up out of his chair and comes from behind the desk.

Cannon: Do I really believe Linda LaFey is supposed to be the top star around here. Please can someone tell me, what has she done around here, I will answer that nothing. Sure, she wants to be the leader of the locker room, good luck with that, because quite frankly nobody takes you that seriously and if you ever advance and must face me then I am going to make you so damn famous that you will be remember for yet another of those failed attempts at trying to be something tht you are really not. World Champion, my ass.

Maddox, how long my good friend have we played this dance. Years now right. I know it appears that you are having a mentally breakdown, but I know better than, with you it might some type of plan that you have cooked up. If we see each other, you can tell the damn world how many times you have beaten me? Not often and we both know that, and the result will be the same that I promise you.

Goth, we are in some way almost like brothers. Hell, we think a lot and you might want to admit it, but we do. I know what in the hell you are thinking. We have had some classic battles and I will admit, I have some respect for you, after all we were a world champion, that is saying something. If you clash, I will defeat you, because I am not scared of you others in that locker room are but you should know that I am by far the most dangerous man in that locker room. If you get pass Eddie D, I look forward to one more round. Also, remember I say I was looking for somebody to come aboard, I believe you and Vampira certainly fit that mold, putting it out there.

Eddie D, we have history. Former KGB brothers and the man that ended your run as the champion. I bet you remember that, right. Your problem is that you are too much worried about being a nice guy or falling for some chick or head up Armold ass that you have forgotten is truly important. Eddie, if I see you then trust me the results are going to be far worse for you, that is a huge promise.

Richard Drake, sure you show some promise but from what I can tell, you could do so much more but instead you are so much worried about following Blaze around like a puppy dog, you are not worried about the prize right in front of you. I bet you rather try your best to get in bed with the boss instead of trying to win the top prize but if you somehow make it in this tournament, then we look right across that ring against me, then I am going to break every bone in that body, but I probably would get fired by the boss because your boy toy would be out of action and she would have nobody to worship the ground she walks on.

Cannon smiles at the camera.

Cannon: Blaze, and that leaves you dear. Maybe you might get your wish after all. Think about it the boss versus the best damn wrestler in the locker room, and that is not you. It would be a lovely final, but trust me, I would put you through more hell than anybody ever has. I want your ass in the finals just so I can take the new title and rub it right back in your face and tell you I told you so, because at the end of the day this title was mine anyway and I have to win back my title. Rest assures, I hope it pray even there is even a damn God, because I want his ass to look down from above and see his sweet little angel will get her ass destroy by the devil himself.

He drops his head.

Cannon: See you in the ring hopefully bitch. Remember, you are all gunning for my title, and each and every one of you do not stand a chance.

He gets up as he walks out of the office as the scene fades out.

[The MGM Grand.]

[Last Vegas, Nevada.]

[December 26th, 2021.]

[Oxford Osland.]

Our hero appears intent on leaving the MGM Garden Arena prior to the event's conclusion. The reason we know this, is because Osland is decked out in a full black track-suit and has his duffel bag draped over his shoulder as he exits his designated locker room. A pair of dark sunglasses cover half of his face, which is just enough to shield the disgusted look that is plastered all over his face. Stage-hands keep their distance, knowing this wouldn't be the ideal time to stand in his way. After all, Osland and his tag team partner Keith Williams just dropped the SWAT Tag Team Championships to a team that they had no way to prepare for.

It appears as though Blaze Freya is going to run SWAT her way, and be unapologetic about it. Blaze's decision to add a third team undoubtedly through a wrench in the plans of the ReVenants. They're usually the ones pulling the swerve and this time they're the ones left wiping the egg off of their faces.

One can only out-run Karma for so long, until she eventually comes calling. Perhaps what we just witnessed at 'Disassembled' was to blame. The world finally had the opportunity to see that Keith Williams and Oxford Osland might not exactly be the well-oiled machine that they claimed to be. It was here that Dakota Jenning and Keith Williams revealed that they have been in cahoots for weeks, and it appeared as though Oxford Osland was the last to know.

While this might all be conjecture at this point, the looks of shock and disgust that crept over Osland's face told the story perfectly. Less than a week later, and "The Revs" are now the former SWAT World Tag Team Champions.

Voice: "Ox! Ox! A word?"

[Katie Moss.]

She would take this opportunity to gloat wouldn't she?

Did she make the trip from Australia to cover this event on behalf of SWAT?

It couldn't be, could it?

Moss: "It'll only take a few moments..."

Osland takes a deep breath, rolls his neck and drops his duffel bag at his feet. As he turns, he lifts the large black shades from his face and does his best to keep a straight face. Say what you want about Osland's personality or demeanour, he does his best to remain professional in situations such as these.

Osland: "Let's get this over with, shall we?"

Katie senses the exasperation in Osland's tone. While Katie would certainly be within her rights to needle Osland for what has taken place, she has proven to be nothing but as astute journalist at every turn.

Moss: "Listen, I know this might feel like an ambush, but the SWAT faithful have been blowing up social media for the past hour after what took place out there earlier tonight."

Osland: "How is that my problem?"

Moss: "You would think they would toasting the new champions, but everyone seems much more fixated on you. Coupled with what happened tonight, everyone has been looking to hear your thoughts in regards to what happened at the last SWAT event."

Osland looks around and sees people whispering amongst themselves. He knows that most people wouldn't have the heart to say anything that they're thinking to his face, and he prefers it that way. But right now, in this moment, there is clearly an air of sadness being portrayed that we aren't accustomed to seeing.

Osland: "You want the cold and hard ones, Katie? It just so happens that I'm ready to be candid about anything and everything."

A smile curls over Katie's lips. Not one of a vindictive nature, but more of relief that she's going to be the first one to get the goods.

Moss: "What happened out there tonight?"

Osland: "We lost. Plain and Simple. Do I feel as though I held up my end of the bargain? I do. Do I feel as though I took our opportunity to be on the biggest wrestling show of the year seriously? I do. I came here to compete on the biggest stage and I did everything within my control to retain the SWAT World Tag Team Championships. You saw the other teams out there tonight? Those teams from BRAVE. Two Teams that I assumed we would be matching up against at some point down the road."

[His Voice Trails Off.]

"This was an exclusive event. Not everyone received the invite, and from my experience - These are the types of opportunities that one must capitalize on or they're unlikely to make the cut next time. But, here I stand before you as someone who will be taking home the loser's share of the purse money as my future hangs in the balance."

Moss: "The 2021 Anzac Cup proved to the SWAT faithful that you and Keith Williams were the best tag team in the world. Now fast forward six months, and it appears as though you two aren't on the same page. Do you care to comment?"

Osland: "What you're insinuating is something that has been weighing on my mind over the past few weeks. I've felt as though there has been some distance creeping in between Keith and I. It's not something that we've addressed, but it's somewhat of an elephant in the room. While I might not be privy to decision making in regards to the who's and the what's. I certainly would've expected Keith to smarten me up that he and Dakota were scheming together all of this time. I found out when the rest of the wrestling world found out. Heck, I found out a split second after Lucky Linda Fey did. But hey, Keith is a big boy, and this ReVenants brotherhood is something that he's been apart of a lot longer than I have, so who am I to judge."

"But truth be told, I did expect to learn more about the decision in the days following the reveal. However, our match here tonight took precedence and I saw Keith Williams exactly when everyone else in the arena saw him."

[...]

"When he walked down the aisle, towards the ring for our championship defence."

Katie seems surprised.

Moss: "It sounds as though you've been feelings though you're on the outside of things."

Osland: "What I'm saying is. Keith and I haven't talked in what feels like a long-time. What I'm saying is, I've come to realize that the things that I want, and the things I'm striving for might not align with what's on Keith's agenda these days."

Osland let's it linger for a moment, before finishing his thought.

Osland: "Which is fine with me. I broke into this sport on my own, and when I'm walking in my purpose...in my truth... That's when I'm the most dangerous. So, while wearing the SWAT World Tag Team Championships was a career highlight, I also believe that there is something much bigger around the corner for me."

Moss: "Safe to say you're referring to the SWAT World Heavyweight Championship tournament?"

Osland: "You don't miss much do you?"

Katie smiles, as Osland seems to be getting fresh with her.

Osland: "The only way to create proper change is to have the loudest voice, the most persistence and the proper connections. Like it or not, The World Champion is the defacto leader of the locker room, and as SWAT continues to immerse itself in the Continental Wrestling Alliance - it's going to need someone to help their brand continue to grow and develop. Guys like Rally Jackson, Eddie D and Psychotic Goth have been instrumental in elevating SWAT. But its time for someone new to take the ball and run with it."

Osland believes every word of it. Katie doesn't miss a beat, as she feeds our hero his next thought."

Moss: "It'll be John Cannon standing in your way to kick off the first round of the tournament. Your thoughts?"

Osland: "Frosty John has to be one of the most fragile human beings I've ever come across. The guy finally wins the big one, and he sets fire to the Championship, changes his name and essentially everything about himself in the span of a couple of weeks. Someone who's that impulsive is always going to present a challenge. But at the same time, his personal issues are what has set this opportunity up for yours truly. So John Cannon - Thank you!"

[That Grin is Ever-Present.]

Osland: "I have you to thank for this golden opportunity. Timing is everything, and right about now it would appear as though a sequence of events in my life has brought me to the cusp of finally taking my place at the top of SWAT. I'm more focused on my own career now, than I was an hour ago. I've come to realize that in this business - fending for yourself is the only way to truly make it."

[Osland leans in.]

Osland: "Let me let you in on a little secret..."

[Osland whispers in Katie's ear.]

[...]

[Her eyes grow wide.]

[...]

Osland: "Can you keep that under your hat for me darling?"

[She's at a loss for words.]

Osland: "I assure you, you'll be the first to break the story."

[Katie nods her head in agreement.]

Osland: "When I walkthrough the doors of the L.A Coliseum for New Year's Nightmare, the entire GAME will CHANGE."

[Katie smiles, still piecing what she just heard together in her mind.]

Osland: "In a few short days, something monumental is going to take place thanks to yours truly."

Moss: "Are you sure that this is a good idea?"

[Osland smirks.]

Osland: "You don't?"

Moss: "I mean, are you sure you want to do that? That's a huge risk? What if he..."

Osland: "There There Katie. I believe that the wrestling world has gotten used to me coasting through life on my wrestling skill alone. But in 2022, I'm going to breakthrough the glass ceiling and I'm going to do it my way."

Moss: "Here's my personal number."

[Osland's eyebrows move up and down.]

Osland: "It's about time..."

[Katie shakes her head, knowing how it looks - but she doesn't want to risk missing out on what Osland has in store.]

Moss: "Call me when you arrive in LA...

Osland: "Consider it done."

[Did they finally make up? After all of this time, it appears as though this tumultuous relationship might've turned the corner.]

[...]

[Silence.]

[It's getting awkward.]

Osland: 'Run along Katie. When I'm good and ready you'll be the first to know."

Osland picks up his duffel bag and continues his march towards the exit. We watch as Katie Moss seems overcome with emotion. Whatever it is that Osland has in mind, Katie Moss certainly appears eager to be apart of it. Before long, our hero is out of sight and our scene slowly fades.

[Cut.]

(Team Fairtex is walking through the corridor accompanied by their wives, The Hired Killers, as they head for the locker room their gear bags slung over their shoulders as Katie Moss comes up to them.)

Katie Moss: "Team Fairtex a word about your match tonight."

Tong Fairtex: "Well Katie when SWAT needed us to wrestle on their show. Team Fairtex always answers the call and here we are after we helped beat down the deceased....."

Phantam Fairtex: "For now....."

Tong Fairtex: "That's true....For now KGB."

Katie Moss: "True but tonight you face the returning Satan's Disciples."

Tong Fairtex: "Yeah we remember Satan's Disciples. They are one of the toughest teams in SWAT and believe me tonight is going to be no different. We expect a tough battle from Satan's Disciples as usual and we never underestimate them or any opponents."

Phantam Fairtex: "We have nothing but respect for them and we never and I mean we never underestimate Satan's Disciples."

Katie Moss: "John Cannon and his manager Isaac Boothe brought them back."

Tong Fairtex: "So they intend to trust Cannon and this Isaac Boothe but I guess to each their own. Still we respect Satan's Disciples."

Katie Moss: "Yet you don't trust John Cannon or Isaac Boothe."

Phantam Fairtex: "Yeah you can say that. Satan's Disciples are much better by themselves and they are a dangerous team to wrestle. They can beat you from pillar to post. They can beat you down from one corner of the ring to another corner of the ring. Whether it's inside the ring or outside the ring and all over ringside. Satan's Disciples can beat you all over the place no matter where the match goes."

Tong Fairtex: "That's how feared and tough they are. Imagine those fireplug loving Hellhounds backed down when they saw Satan's Disciples.
Did Reverend Cornelius Marsh or shall we call him Reverend Coward wasn't enthusiastic to pit his little doggies against Satan's Disciples.
Yet we accepted this match without any qualms."

Phantam Fairtex: "This shows the sad state of the tag team division. Imagine it used to be tag teams were so anxious to face each other with championships or not on the line. Now tag teams are reluctant to accept challenges and back down only to interfere with each other's matches.

Tong Fairtex: "Now with us we have our father's blood and tradition on our side. Like him we never back down from a challenge win, lose or draw doesn't matter to us."

Phantam Fairtex: "You see what matters is a math is a match and we always show up for our matches including tonight which is no exception to the rule. Team Fairtex always shows why we're a true tag team."

Katie Moss: "You haven't disappointed anyone yet."

Tong Fairtex: "Never have we disappointed our fans or the SWAT faithful. In fact, we intend to enter The Anzac Cup since it's not The Anzac Cup without Team Fairtex participating."

Katie Moss: "Aren't you looking ahead."

Phantam Fairtex: "No way do we look ahead and we always start preparing for our next match no matter the opponent. Believe us if there's an event we want in no matter where we have to go to participate in."

Katie Moss: "You heard what Frank Windsor said about David Vector and Psychotic Goth."

Tong Fairtex: "Yeah we heard that big mouth asshole said and we say prove it by entering in The Anzac Cup. Let's see how you like getting embarrassed."

Phantam Fairtex: "Well that's for The Anzac Cup. Right now we're still remaining focused on Satan's Disciples and we consider that a rematch from a couple years ago. To us it's business and we always treat all matches as business. Tonight is no exception to the rule."

Katie Moss: "How do you think you'll do against Satan's Disciples."

Tong Fairtex: "Nothing is the same in a rematch Katie and tonight is no exception. They plan to be twice as ready and so will we and it's going to be different approaches to this match. We still plan on coming out on top."

Phantam Fairtex: "That's right different strategies and different approaches that change always during a match like this. That's what we do and that's what's going to happen and that's what they plan to do to. Now it's going to be a war in that ring tonight but we plan on winning no matter what the cost."

Katie Moss: "Does that mean breaking the rules."

Tong Fairtex: "Katie we never broke the rules and never will since we respect the opponents. There's never been a time that we disrespected opponents."

Phantam Fairtex: "Well there was The KGB which is no more....For now."

Tong Fairtex: "However, right now we need to prepare for our match with Satan's Disciples."

Phantam Fairtex: "So if you'll excuse us. We have important preparations to make and wish us luck."

(They leave with The Hired Killers.)

Katie Moss: "Looks like Team Fairtex is ready for their rematch with Satan's Disciples among other things. Back to you guys."

(The scene slowly fades to black.)