Ruin
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Post by Ruin on Jan 4, 2022 20:16:10 GMT -5
[We see Ruin backstage in front of a New Year's Nightmare banner. He is topless in his ring gear and ready to go.]
Ruin : It’s true what they say. One door closes and another opens.
Here I was having the match of the night at Battleground, a shot in the World Tourney tonight on the line.
Richard Drake. You are one tough bastard!
You took everything I had and you survived!
No.
Not survived.
You won!
You beat ME!
Congratulations. I offer no excuses. You were the better man on the night and I respect that.
I look forward to our next encounter. I have a feeling the result will not go the same way.
[Ruin ponders.]
Ruin : That’s where the first door closed.
I must admit, I was quite dejected sitting in the Melbourne locker room, the sour taste of defeat rotting through me.
Then …. Another door opens.
New Years Nightmare. Battle Royal. Winner gets a shot at the CWA World Title on our first tour of the championship.
Challenge_accepted!
This is right up my alley!
Nine other opponents, and all I have to do, is hoist each one up and throw their sorry carcasses over the top rope!
There are a lot of new faces to SWAT in this one. All looking to jump the line and stake their claim here.
Heed my warning SWAT! And heed it closely those in this battle royal. When you step across the ring from Ruin. That is exactly what you face! Your Ruin.
I am not here to make friends.
I am not here to talk!
I am here to KICK ASS!
The fans of SWAT are not your average social media mark. Who sit and watch a wrestling show with a stop watch and cry if it doesn’t go past the 18 minute mark and has the obligatory thirty seven false finishes.
Save that shit for the midgets in the indies!
The SWAT Faithful! They like action!
They love it when I hook someone in the Choke Slam and make them a permanent part of the canvas!
They don’t care that the match is over pretty much before it started!
It’s exciting!
They don’t go for that underdog crap here either!
They know you must earn your way! Sometimes, a grunt is just that, a grunt!
You may think your no grunt. You may be right.
(goes into Billy Joel singing voice) You may be craaazy!
But it Just may be a lunatic your looking for!
[Stops singing.]
Ruin : Look at this match as the ‘grunt test’.
If I hoist your stinking ass over the top rope and choke slam you out of the battle royal in the first two minutes. Then. You ARE A GRUNT!
Speaking of stinking carcasses. What the hell is up with Calum and Angel?
Like, I am sure it's an everyday occurrence for Calum to take random dudes home from the street and offer to ‘make them a star.” To me … it's a little ….. You know.
[Ruin waves his hand sideways in the universal sign for questionable.]
Ruin : Angel! You have lost your memory? You can’t remember who you are? Maybe I can be of service there. I will do you a solid man. I will beat you so hard, you wont even remember that you can’t remember, maybe then, you will wake up, in the hospital of course, and through the haze of concussion and the ache of your bruised and battered body, maybe it will all come back to you.
Then again. Maybe it won't.
But at least I will have tried.
[Ruin smiles at the camera. He is a giving man.]
The rest of you clowns in this match up. Tick tock fucko’s. The clock is ticking!
I don’t care if you are Blaze's personal bodyguard.
I don’t care if you are ‘the Purest wrestler alive”
I don’t care if you are a “Rookie” or a “Sniper”.
The Chokeslam knows no prejudice!
Each and all are flying over the top.
Care of the Monster Ruin!
And then Chris Card!
You and the CWA World title will be MINE!!!!!
[Ruin throws his arm high in the air. The dreaded signal for the Chokeslam as we fade.]
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Post by brokennecra on Jan 5, 2022 16:53:00 GMT -5
Act 1: They Will Love Me!
"I am loved by all those around me. I am feared! I am a Goddess among the human rift raft and there is nothing that you can do to stop me.!"
The scene opens on the beautiful Georgian countryside. The trees were now bare, and the grass was no longer a bright green but a dull brown, and the fields that were once filled with tall stalks were now barren and covered with hay for the winter. The camera moves down the long stretch of road and soon we see an all to familiar massive manor that sat away from the road. The once bright Christmas lights were now removed for another year leaving the home seem almost depressed and dark. The camera moves to the interior of the home where we see the empty foyer and the double staircase that lead to the upper floors. The sound of voices can be heard coming from a room and we soon see Necra sitting at a desk with papers spread out on it, and a light casts shadows of what looks like two stuffed ponies on either side of the table. Necra's hand moves quickly as she sketches something on the paper that's in front of her.
Voice 1: It's going to be amazing darling.
Voice 2: Everyone will love it.
Necra smiles softly.
Necra: I have to admit my designs have gotten better haven't they?
Voice 1: Of course they have! That's why they fawn over you constantly. You are perfect is every sense of the word.
Voice 2: You are the goddess of their world and everyone should adore you.
Necra's eyes narrow as she looks over at a piece of paper that had the newest show from SWAT.
Necra: They don't seem to adore me in SWAT. They have me in an opening match against a nobody! What has she done? Does she have any titles? Anything worth while to mention? I mean she's had victories in other companies but nothing here. No. She's lost more matches then she's won! In my debut match I faced off against Olympia and now they have shown me disrespect!
Voice 1: They are afraid of you...
Voice 2: They know that you will destroy them...
Necra: I don't know who this Dakota Jennings is but she is nothing compared to me. I've stood in the middle of the ring, in different companies and faced off against the biggest names and Joanne is also in that mix. She knows that I am worthy to face off against the big names here. Maybe Dakota is their offering to me...
Voice 1: Perhaps. A small sacrifice is what they might have in mind. But what if it isn't?
Necra: I have a feeling that you're right Rarity... They are not hand Dakota over as a sacrifice but just something to test me. They have seen how I am in the ring and yet they still throw me against the scrubs. Dakota will not know what hit her. I'm not going to let her walk away in one piece. There will be blood spilled and there is nothing that she can do to stop me when we step into the ring toe to toe. I know she thinks she's tough but I'm afraid that this will not be a walk in the park Miss Jennings. I know you don't know anything about me but you will soon enough. You seem like the type not to care what others think about her and that maybe to your advantage but then again...You are facing off against a Goddess that could blink you out of your pitiful existence with a single thought. You can try to stand against me but it's not going to be enough. This is where your career ends.
Fluttershy: And they will love you!
Rarity: Just like the goddess that you are Necra. They will bow at your feet and wish that you bless them with your grace and your presence.
Necra smiles as her eyes seem to flash red before going back to their normal color.
Necra: Dakota I really don't expect much from you. But I'm not going to underestimate you I mean that would be just stupid on my part. I have such wonderful plans for you and when you do realize that you don't stand a chance you will know why I am superior and why you are nothing to someone like me. Your end is coming Dakota... Enjoy the last few moments of your life... Death comes not on a pale horse but with wings black as pitch and eyes red as rubies.
She laughs as the other two voices begin to laugh as well. She stands as the papers fly off of the desk and as one lands we see a strange picture of what appears to be a figure laid out with a heart carved into their chest. To the side sat what appeared to be a rabbit with long fangs, and red eyes as the scene fades to black.
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Post by frostbite52 on Jan 5, 2022 17:45:54 GMT -5
Twenty minutes or so, we return to the scene of the crime okay maybe not quite in that regard, because there has been no crime committed but certainly later on in the show could very well a massacre, well we moved back out into the parking lot as we see John Cannon RV or Mister Boothe or his business but whatever the case might be. Standing outside is Chuck still with his arms folded and looking around the parking lot. We head inside as we see Cannon and Mister Boothe back in the office as it appears the two could be talking about pre match thoughts before stepping into the ring shortly against Oxford Osland. Cannon is sitting in his chair moving it back and forth as he listens to what Mister Boothe has to say. We cannot pick up on anything and I do not think they would allow us to get close enough to listen in on that conversation. Cannon nods his head in agreement to whatever Mister Boothe had to say.
Cannon: I think that is a great idea. So tonight, we are going out there with me, I can always use the extra set of eyes. I need something to look outside of the box.
Mister Boothe nods his head.
Cannon: Excellent, I believe with your brain and well my muscle if you will and experience, the world well this damn company will belong to us.
The two looks toward the doorway as we see Chuck standing there.
Cannon: Chuck, what is up?
Chuck steps back as we see a lovely young lady wearing a short black dress, which is very low cut as the dress does come to right below her knees and wearing matching high heel shoes.
Cannon: Ah, I see we have Katie Moss here.
Chuck: Do you want for me to get rid of her.
Katie looks at Chuck as if he can lose his mind.
Cannon: No, it is quite alright. It must be my lucky night because I was actually thinking about this lovely young lady.
Katie shows a look of confusing on her face.
Cannon: That will fine, Chuck
Chuck walks away as Katie steps into the office as Cannon is still sitting behind the desk and Mister Boothe appears to be drinking another glass of scotch.
Cannon: Katie, it appears you are having a busy night. You have conducted quite a few interviews already. I get it, important night.
Cannon looks over to Mister Boothe and then back at Katie.
Cannon: Where are my manners?
Cannon gets up out of the chair as he walks over to Katie. He takes her left hand as he walks her over to the chair behind the desk as she sits down.
Cannon: Hope that is confrontable for you.
She nods her head, as he looks over to Mister Boothe and then back over to Katie Moss.
Cannon: You want something to drink? Mister Boothe has a well-stocked bar in the back.
Cannon snaps his fingers.
Cannon: Ah, that is right you are on the job. I do not want to new boss to fire you because well you would be drinking on the job.
Cannon begins to lean on the desk.
Cannon: So, I am sure you have quite a few questions to ask me?
Katie Moss looks around the office, and then right back into Cannon intense blue eyes. Katie moves back and forth in the chair.
Cannon: Please do not be shy? You have a job to do and as of right now, you are really doing it.
Katie Moss: I am at a loss for words because you are being way too nice to me.
A puzzled look on Cannon face as he has no idea what she is talking about.
Cannon: Why do you ask that?
Katie Moss: Well because in the past, you are not known to be quite this nice in doing these interviews right before a big match.
Cannon laughs.
Cannon: Ah, I get it. You are thinking about Frostbite once again. I must admit that fellow left quite an impression on this company. He has everybody on pins and needles around here. Katie, I am not him.
Katie looks baffled and really confused by that statement.
Katie Moss: First off, it does not matter if we call you Cannon or Frostbite because you are both the same person, we all know that.
Cannon: Look, Katie I will admit, my name is John James Cannon, it is my birth name. So, for 21 years, I came up with the name Frostbite. But Frostbite is gone. I do not understand why people cannot let that go.
Katie Moss: I am not here to argue about your name. I just wanted to get your thoughts on your match against Oxford Osland.
Cannon looks over at Mister Boothe.
Cannon: My thoughts?
Mister Boothe shrugs his shoulders. Cannon turns back toward the desk as he looks Katie right in her eyes.
Cannon: First off, I got to ask you a question?
Katie is caught off-guard a little by that statement but humors Cannon.
Katie Moss: That would be?
Cannon: How in the hell did your boyfriend become Wrestler of the Year?
Katie Moss: He is not boyfriend. And I do not vote on the awards.
Cannon: Someone has to help me understand something?
He turns to Mister Boothe.
Cannon: You are a smart man. Maybe you can help me understand that?
Mister Boothe shrugs his shoulders.
Cannon: I thought that would be your answer.
He looks right back into Katie eyes.
Cannon: What in the hell did you really do in 2021? Nothing!!!!
Cannon has an eureka moment.
Cannon: Ah, I remember he was riding Keith Williams coattails, I guess that gets you such an award. I know Katie, your boyfriend is riding high right now. He is showing off that award. An award that he does not deserve.
Katie Moss: Jealous?
Cannon: Of your boyfriend?
His eyes roll in the back of his head.
Katie Moss: He is not my boyfriend?
Cannon: I really do not care. This is wrestling, not the damn dating game. Maybe Mister Boothe could reach out to Chuck.
He pauses.
Cannon: What is that guy's last name?
Mister Boothe shrugs his shoulders.
Cannon: It does not really matter. Maybe he could make that Love Connection for the two of you.
Cannon bangs his fist on the desk as he gets Katie to jump.
Cannon: I can see if maybe the award went to Eddie D because he was World Champion or maybe Goth for the same reason, I might get that, but Oxford gets it.
He looks back Mister Boothe.
Cannon: Let me see for just a second and please humor me? Who was on the most hated man in this company?
He thinks about it.
Cannon: Me, which I do not give a damn about because these idiots are not successful in their lives and they are jealous of someone like me, who they wish they could be like. Next one, who was part of the match of the year?
He thinks about it.
Cannon: Me once again. Such a shocker when you are the best damn wrestler in the locker room, it should be nothing new to you Katie and the locker room. Once again, who was part of the feud of the year?
He thinks about it.
Cannon: Me once again, I know it was the KGB but I was part of the group, a group that I put on my back and carried it. And what is not another award that I was part of?
He thinks once again for a minute.
Cannon: So, I was part of four awards in this company. Nobody has a more dominate 2021 then yours truly but your boyfriend the award.
He shakes his head.
Cannon: If we were to be correct then it should have been yours truly. One half of the tag team champions for most of the year and finish it off by being the World Champion. What more could I do?
Katie Moss: It sounds like you are jealous of Oxford?
Cannon: I am making a simple statement that I was robbed of the award just like this stupid damn company believes it is going to rob me out of my World title.
He shakes his head again.
Cannon: Speaking of robbery, I understand Katie that your boyfriend.
She cuts him off.
Katie Moss: He is not my boyfriend.
Cannon: Do not interrupted me ever again.
Katie is gets up out of the chair, as Cannon looks her up and down as if she has a nerve to stand up.
Cannon: Katie, I do not know who in the hell you think you are? Sanding up and disrespecting your champion like that.
He once again looks her up and down.
Cannon: You know, I do not know what Oxford seems in you because from where I am standing, I do not see it. But I guess we are all desperate.
Katie Moss: I bet you would want me?
Cannon: Please bitch. I have a woman at home that looks way better than you, dresses better and is a hell of a lot smarter than you, blonde bitch.
Katie Moss: I do not have to listen to this.
Cannon: You walked your stupid ass onto this RV for this interview and you are going to finish it.
He pauses.
Cannon: Where in the hell was I at?
He looks back over to Mister Boothe.
Cannon: Ah, yes robbery. Your boyfriend wants for us to start calling him the Sacrificial Idol. If I memory serves me correctly, I thought Radu Matei, had that title. I do not know if he has copyrighted or not, but any event the man was a legend. Your boyfriend could not care Radu jock strap on his best day. But that is what he wants for the locker room to call him. Well since I am not part of that locker room then please feel free to steal somebody else nickname.
Katie walks out from behind the desk.
Cannon: Ah struck a nerve because I speak the truth. But what really gets me, is that your boyfriend wants for us to call him the leader of the locker room.
Cannon bust out laughing so hard that he almost drops to the floor.
Cannon: That is really taking it over the top even for him. Katie, your boyfriend really does not get it at all. The World Champion is the leader of the locker room which that would be the guy you are conducting the interview with.
Katie Moss: But you are not the champion?
Cannon: In who's eyes. I never lost the title. So, this tournament is simply a farce because I am the champion. If you want to have this tournament to determine the number one contender for my title, then fine, I am all for it. But this company wants me to win three matches in one night to win back a title that I never lost. That really makes so much sense.
Cannon laughs once again.
Cannon: You see Katie, if I do not walk out of here with my title.
He pauses.
Cannon: I am not going to burn the place to the ground.
I will not riot if I do not win my title.
But I promise I will make SWAT my playground hell on this earth.
You idiots could not leave well enough alone. I try to be a much better version of myself. A calm, cool one at that. But you want to see the devil emerge. Well Katie who and the locker room get your damn wish. Katie your boyfriend becomes the first victim.
Cannon gives us that intense look right toward the camera.
Cannon: Oxford, there is only one leader in that locker room and that is the World Champion which you not. I am without a doubt the leader and the best damn wrestler in the locker room and simply best damn wrestler in the world. For 21 years, I have proven that point every single time I get into that ring. Tonight, I will prove it three more times, to win my World title. At the end of the night, number 20 looks just as great as the first time around. So, SWAT can.
One final pause.
Cannon: KISS MY ASS!!!!!!!! Because the champ is here.
He looks at Katie as he points to the door.
Cannon: Tell that your boyfriend and tell that to the wrestlers in SWAT and your boss, the title belongs to the best period, and that is John Cannon.
Katie walks away pissed off as Cannon furious as the scene fades out.
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Post by SinclairGodfrey on Jan 7, 2022 9:18:19 GMT -5
The camera bounces and shakes as it reveals the inside of what appears to be a production room. The camera is jerked around again as one of the crew is fairly thrown past it, and you can see the menacing forms of the Death Squad. Mormo roars something, and the production crew freezes as Moloch stares at them with a chair in his hands. He growls, shoving a man around before they both step aside as the door opens once. Sinclair Godfrey sweeps inside, brushing her hair back from her face with a faint smile before she walks over to settle on the edge of a console.
Sinclair reaches out, gently stroking the crewman's cheek before she grips his chin. Forcing him to meet her gaze as she leans closer, rolling her shoulders with a sniff. 'Don't do anything stupid, you know how angry they can get.'
The man nodded slowly, glancing at the Death Squad. Then she leaned back, smirking.
'Tonight, I fix an error, a mistake--' A pause, and she seemed to think. A quirk she shared with the Harbinger of Death. '--an aberration. And that aberration is that I, the Lady Sinclair Godfrey, Ninth Baroness Godfrey have not had the Amazons' title. And so I am going to walk down to that ring, and I am going to tear Canelli apart. You see Canelli has spent months insulting her betters, she has spent months mocking the Children of the Fall. But you see in the end? Oblivion comes for us all, living, dead, undead, or immortal. No one can escape the inevitable.'
The crew said nothing, and Sinclair shrugged as she lifted a hand to absently inspect her nails. 'And so Canelli? This little game between us is going to end. You made a big deal about your skils, your prowess, how are you the most dangerous woman in the Amazons division. But all of that happened after I ground that--' A pause, and a hand lifted with a curl of fingers. '--trollop Isabel Rios into the ground, it happened after that insipid cow Commandrix ran away in fear! You wouldn't even have that belt if it wasn't for me protecting you! But now you're out of time, yeah? Because the bill has come due, the Baroness has come for her throne!'
Sinclair slid to her feet, and she rolled her shoulders as she started to pace back and forth. The production crew cowering behind her, after all while Sinclair seemed to most reasonable and sane of Donzig-gun? It didn't take long to see she was just as off as the rest of them, and she raked her fingers across the production controls as she lifted her head. 'I hope that you much like the rest of this division have the grace to be an afterthought. Do you even understand what you are up against Canelli? I have never been pinned, I have never been submitted in a singles match! The only reason I didn't take that belt off Rios? Is because Commandrix is a fool! And so you claim you are the Don? But I know you're just another victim!'
Sinclair lifted a hand, brushing back her hair before she jerked her head. The Death Squad stomped closer, and she smiled. 'And I know you think you have your little insurance policy Necra? But don't worry I have mine.'
The pair looked angry, eyes narrowed as Moloch muttered under his breath. Mormo hissed, and his hands curled into fists as he loomed closer. Sinclair shrugged, and then she reached into her jacket before she turned to stare at the production crew. Her other hand lifted, and pointed an imperious finger. 'You! Play the footage now.'
Mormo reached up, and shoved the camera so it focused on one of the screens on the wall of monitors. The scene looked to be the garden of some well-appointed McMansion, children's toys were scattered across it. And then a door was shoved open, and the walls showed pictures of an older man with a younger wife. A cluster of smiling children surrounded them, and the scene soon resolved into a kitchen.
But sitting at the table with a cat curled in his lap was Donzig, who absently stroked the big orange tabby's head. A toy sat before him, a stuffed pastel and white bunny with long floppy ears.
'This message is for the Board of Directors, you think you can play games with us? That Blaze can control Donzig-gun?' Sinclair purred as the image froze, and the production crew looked alarmed. They were confused, and Sinclair shrugged as she continued. 'No one controls the Servants of the Void, and we are always there. Always waiting, always watching, we are the darkness. The shadows, the silent places, and the emptiness. And those who defy us? Those who get in our business? They pay for the privilege, eh?'
She reached inside of her coat again, and she drew forth the bunny with it's long floppy ears. It looked almost sad as she stared down at it, stroking those long ears before she sat it down on the production panel. Her head tilting as she walked off, heading for the door. The camera started to turn to follow them, but Mormo shoved it back to the bunny. Moloch pointed, and snarled something as the camera zoomed in.
Sinclair spoke as the bunny filled the screen. 'See you soon.'
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Post by Ayren Angel on Jan 7, 2022 9:24:01 GMT -5
The scene opens up in the LA Memorial Coliseum in Los Angeles, California, the site of SWAT’s New Nightmare 2022 event. Suddenly the lights in the arena start flashing blue and white and “Pull Me From The Edge” by Like A Storm hits the PA system. Ayren Angel, one half of The Player’s Club with Calum Morgan, walks out on the stage and has a microphone in hand. He looks around at the crowd in attendance and he is greeted by a mixture of both boos and cheers. He smirks and raised the mic to his mouth.
Ayren Angel: “Los Angeles, how the fuck are you doing tonight?!
The crowd cheers loudly.
Ayren Angel: “Later tonight I’m facing 9 other guys in a Battle Royal for an opportunity to face the CWA World Champion on SWAT’s First Tour, but I’m not worried one little bit. Fact is, these guys are a bunch of stinky vags. They don’t stack up to me in the least, and I’ll show everybody why I’m “The Deacon of Light” of SWAT.
Ayren looks around at the crowd and shakes his head in disgust.
Ayren Angel: “This might be my hometown, but there are surely some disgusting ass people in the crowd here tonight. I mean, seriously. Where then fuck do you people come from anyways? Half of you don’t have teeth and the other half doesn’t seem to know what the hell a shower is. Bros and hoes, I can smell you from here!”
The crowd boos Ayren heavily at his disrespectful comments towards them.
Ayren Angel: “I am one of the hottest commodities in the wrestling business today, and it’s not a big surprise that I earn a very good salary with SWAT. I’m not overpaid, though. I’m worth every single penny because I’m just that damn good. You people haven’t got to see how good I am yet, but tonight you will bear witness to greatness personified. I am not Calum Morgan’s protege for shits and giggles. I was taught by THE BEST this business has ever seen, and I am ready to throw down with all 9 of these motherfuckers in the Battle Royal. Believe it!”
Ayren laughs under his breath and continues.
Ayren Angel: “From someone who thinks he can “Ruin” me to a guy who calls himself “The Purest Wrestler Alive,” I’m just not ready to coward up and run away. I don’t get scared that easily. I’m fearless when I get in that ring, and I don’t give two shits if you’re a technical wizard that knows 15,000 wrestling holds or if you’re 8 foot tall and 500 pounds of brick shit house. I’ll take on anyone and everyone. I never back down from a fight.”
As Ayren is standing there, suddenly Calum Morgan, his mentor, trainer, and tag team partner, sneaks up from behind and taps him on the shoulder. As he turns around, Calum goes to his other side and Ayren seems confused. Calum has a mic in his hand and he speaks into it before Ayren realizes he’s there.
Calum Morgan: “You’re slipping, Ayren!”
Ayren jumps and turns to see Calum standing by his side.
Ayren Angel: “Jeebus Christ, man. Don’t do that to me. You’re going to give me hemorrhoids!”
Calum Morgan: “Bro, you can’t get hemorrhoids that way.”
Ayren Angel: “Are you sure?”
Calum Morgan: “Yeah, but I think standing out here looking at these ugly ass people might give you some problems with your sphincter.”
Ayren Angel: “Don’t think they have sphincter’s in Egypt, Calum?”
Calum Morgan: “Those are Sphnixs, my dude.”
Ayren Angel: “Right on!”
Calum and Ayren start cracking up, but then they get really serious all of a sudden.
Calum Morgan: “Tonight is your debut in SWAT, Ayren. I expect big things from you. Don’t let me down, man.”
Ayren Angel: “I wouldn’t dream of it, bro. You know I got this.”
Calum Morgan: “Ruin, Blair, Vector, Sniper, Knight, Shadows, Carter, Philips, and Hawthorne… You’re all on notice, mutha fuckers! Ayren Angel is here to make your lives a living hell and tonight you’ll all soon realize it’s futile to fight against the hand of fate!”
Ayren Angel: “The hand of fate… I like that!”
Calum Morgan: “The Player’s Club is here and we’re ready to take this god damn place over one night at a time… Oh, and all your mom’s are where?!…”
Calum and Ayren look at each other and do simultaneous crotch chops before yelling into their mics.
Ayren & Calum: “DOWN HERE!”
”Pull Me To The Edge” by Like A Storm hits and both Ayren and Calum toss their mics down to the floor and head through the curtain to the back. As they get to the back, Ayren and Calum stop by catering and both grab a bottle of cold water.
Ayren Angel: “This is just the first step of the two of us taking those SWAT World Tag Team Championships, Calum. You held them for a shit ton of time before. I know you want them back, and I’m definitely a much better suited partner for you than “The Drooler” Paul Blair ever was.”
Calum Morgan: “I know, right? But really, I’ve wanted those SWAT Tag Titles back ever since I gave them up. It’s been a long time since Blair and I dominated the tag scene, but I have a good feeling that you and I are going to surpass that title reign once we get our hands on the gold.”
Ayren Angel: “Oh, we will. We just have to get our shot first, but it’ll come in due time. We’re the hottest tag team in SWAT right now and we haven’t even tagged up together yet and that says a shit ton about us.”
Calum Morgan: “You are my protege, so it’s only natural that people would have high expectations for you. Time will tell if you can deliver on those expectations, but I have faith in you, Ayren. I wouldn’t have wasted the last 6 months training you if I thought you didn’t have what it takes to be one of the best to ever do it. Like take tonight for example. You got a Battle Royal for your debut. 9 other guys in there with you. You can even get your hands on my old partner, Paul Blair. It’s a great way to get your foot in the door here in SWAT, so do your best, bro.”
Ayren Angel: “You know me, man. It’s do or die. I don’t lay down for nobody, especially not Paul fucking Blair. I’m going to walk into that Battle Royal with nothing to lose and walk out with my hand held high and win not only that match, but an opportunity at the CWA World Champion. It’s kinda like.. That hand of fate you were talking about. Except this hand is going to slap the taste out of any mouth that gets in my way of winning tonight. That’s not just a promise… That’s a guarantee. And I’ll do it for all the bros and the hoes out there, Calum!”
Calum Morgan: “Do it for the bros, the hoes, and The Player’s Club… But most importantly… Do it for yourself!”
Ayren Angel: “You mutha fucking got it, Calum! Let’s have a toast to me winning the Battle Royal. How ‘bout it?”
Calum and Ayren smile at each other and take their water bottles and smack them together, splashing water everywhere and then chugging them down as fast as they can. The Player’s Club seems to be in high spirits as the scene comes to an end and cuts to commercial.
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Post by SWAT eFed on Jan 7, 2022 19:59:18 GMT -5
We see lotus flying on the Titan tron for a few seconds as more and more join in, until day turns to night as the image fades out, and the next image you see is tanks firing in the air, and right after that image we see soldiers walking in unison and that image fades out and another of a huge nuclear explosion as you see nothing but ashes and dust of a city. The lights in the arena go completely dark for a few seconds as it comes back up a blue light is seen up the show of the steps as someone is standing up there wearing a gray hoodie with their head down. As they slowly pick up their head, we can see an intense look in their blue eyes, we see that it is Frostbite. He takes a walk down the steps as fans reached out to touch his hands or his broad shoulders. As he stops midway looking into the crowd as he nods his head as the crowd chants his name. He gets to the bottom of the step, he climbs over the barricade. He quickly takes off his hoodie and hands it over to some fan at ringside. He turns his attention to the ring and his opponent with an intense look in his blue eyes. He begins to climb the steps and jumps over the top ropes. He continues to look at his opponent not taking his eyes off of his opponent as the lights turns back to normal and his music fades as he is ready for a war. .Frank Salazar : The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall and is a quarter final World Heavyweight Championship match. Introducing first, hailing from Boulder, Colorado. Coming in at 6’2 and 225 pounds ....accompanied by his manager Isaac Cornelius Boothe! ..... The Cold Hearted Bastard .... John ‘FROSTBITE’ Cannon!!!Jeremy Tucker : Cannon looks focused Fulton, what a match this will be. The former Champ against the Wrestler of the Year! (Jerry rubs his hands together) Andrew Fulton : Former champ? He never lost it Jerry! Jeremy Tucker : We have been through this ad nauseum! The moment he trashed it, he forfeited any right to then claim to be the champ. Andrew Fulton : Well … not really. Jeremy Tucker : Yes. Really! He stated he would never return to the fed! That’s giving up rights to be its champion! Andrew Fulton : But he IS here, isn’t he?
[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. He holds the Wrestler of the Year trophy high in the air, exuding pride. 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 his opponent, while waiting for the referee to signal for the bell.] Frank Salazar : Now introducing, hailing from Indianapolis, IN. Coming in at 6’4 and 254 pounds … he is the SWAT Wrestler of the Year! The NEW Sacrificial Idol of SWAT! OXFORD OSLAND!!!!Jeremy Tucker : Look at this guy, calling himself the Sacrificial Idol. He has got some nerve. Andrew Fulton : How so Jerry? He sacrificed for SWAT all year long! Enough so to be Wrestler of the Year, more than we can say for the former Sacrificial Idol. Jeremy Tucker : Radu is a Hall of Famer! Even the likes of Cannon acknowledge it. Andrew Fulton : What have you done for me lately? Jeremy Tucker : (sighs) Referee Vick Mackey calls for the bell and we are underway. Both men circle each other and are very watchful. The fans seem torn in this one, with no love for Osland but Cannon IS the most hated man in the fed for a reason. Andrew Fulton : Ox has no desire for their or anyones approval, and they lock up and a go behind by Cannon and he takes Ox down and then lets him loose with a clean break. What a technician. Jeremy Tucker : Ox nods in respect and they hook up again, this time Osland with a go behind and a take down of his own and a clean break. Cannon now nodding with respect. Andrew Fulton : What’s the go with the ReV’s Jerry? I notice Keith is down to accompany Dakota to ringside later but not here with Ox, they just lost the tag belts to Goth and Vector and Ox didn’t seem pleased with and made no qualms he was out of the loop on her coming in. Jeremy Tucker : There is an obvious communication breakdown, they may need some couples counseling. Andrew Fulton : Leave the jokes to the professionals, Jerry. Shoulder breaker by Cannon to Ox. Then a big full nelson slam. Ox gets on the offence and he plants Frosty with a samoan drop and follows up with a diving shoulder tackle.Jeremy Tucker : Move for move these two experts of the mat. Andrew Fulton : I am going to call it right now Jerry. Whoever wins this one, will go all the way and take out the tourney! Jeremy Tucker : Bah. Cannon shouldn’t even be in the tourney, or the fed! If he hates it here so much, why be here? Andrew Fulton : Because he CAN! Side Russian legsweep by Cannon to Ox. Then a rolling thunder.Jeremy Tucker : Cover by Cannon ….. One ……..
Two ……. Kick out by Ox. Andrew Fulton : Osland is a beast, he is in career best shape and that was a powerful kick out. Jeremy Tucker : He takes pride in his body and everything he does. Press slam by Ox to Cannon and he holds him up there then drops him down and catches him with a European uppercut on his way down! Andrew Fulton : Double underhook DDT by Ox! Jeremy Tucker : He covers Cannon …. One ……..
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Kick out by Cannon. Andrew Fulton : These two putting on a technical clinic. Jeremy Tucker : Cross body from Ox! Frosty catches him! Fall Away Slam! Andrew Fulton : Osland straight to his feet! Saito Suplex! Jeremy Tucker : No effect! Tilt a whirl Slam by Frosty! Andrew Fulton : Osland quick back to his feet. Snap Short arm clothesline! Jeremy Tucker : He then Irish whips Cannon, sending him straight into the ref. Mackey is down! Andrew Fulton : Frosty just ran right through him, he had no choice! Jeremy Tucker : Osland grabs Cannon and Cannon counters into a small package. No ref though! Andrew Fulton : Wake up Mackey! Jeremy Tucker : Referee Vick Mackey gets slowly to his feet and calls for the bell. What’s going on? Frank Salazar (after being given instructions from a groggy Mackey.) : Winner of the match via Disqualification …. OXFORD OSLAND!!!Andrew Fulton : Wow! That wasn’t a DQ! Jeremy Tucker : The ref just said it was. Andrew Fulton : Ox slides out of the ring, a wry smile on his face like he planned the whole thing, thrilled with advancing and Cannon is glowering at the ref, rage seething through him. Jeremy Tucker : Cannon is going to snap! Andrew Fulton : I can’t say I blame him! Mackey was a trigger finger there calling for the bell! Jeremy Tucker : Cannon explodes, he grabs Mackey and Wind chill factor.. ( drop throat across top ropes as they fall back hit them with Crossroads.) Andrew Fulton : Snowstorm!!! ( a front brainbuster) Frostbite with the Snowstorm to Mackey. He is OUT! Jeremy Tucker : There will be fines for this! You can’t put your hands on an official here in SWAT! Andrew Fulton : Frostbite was robbed! That was not intentional contact! Jeremy Tucker : Tell it to the judge! That’s what you cop when you want to go around burning bridges and belts and trashing a fed. Andrew Fulton : Wow! Tell us how you really feel Jerry. Jeremy Tucker : I have no sympathy for this man at all. He declares war on our fed and runs our name though the mud and expects what? Preferential treatment? Andrew Fulton : Not preferential, maybe just fair? Jeremy Tucker : Life’s not fair Fulton! Andrew Fulton : Boothe is beside himself, and he and Cannon storm up the rampway, we haven’t heard the last of this. Jeremy Tucker : Good. I am sure there is plenty more in store for him if he wants to insist on this war on SWAT! We will right back folks with Mike Maddox going up against Lucky Linda La Fey!!!
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Post by blair on Jan 8, 2022 4:48:25 GMT -5
[ Camera pans around the Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum parking lot. There are vendors from all around the wrestling world and fans are packed in to prepare for the biggest event of the New Year. A reporter appears in front of the cameras. His name is Fury. Donald Fury ]
Fury: Welcome wrestling fans to New Years Nightmare 2022. I am Donald P Fury and I am here to talk to you about SWAT’s next big event. We are here where the wrestlers in SWAT prepare to do battle and one of the biggest matches of the evening will be the 10 person over the top battle royal. The winner will get a shot at the CWA World Title when it comes to SWAT. Wrestlers have come from every where to be a part of it and today, we are going to talk to one of the participants - Paul Blair. Now Paul Blair is someone you have probably heard of during his stint here in SWAT. This is his second time in our federation and he seems to be making a name for himself. As you will see he is even in “possession” of a World Heavyweight Title. Well what’s left of the old title - but do not tell Paul Blair that the title is no longer the title. He will have none of that.
[ Fury just pauses for a moment - shakes his head and goes on ]
Fury: You will see what I mean. Let’s take it away to the interview I conducted earlier today with the Ruler Paul Blair.
[ Camera fades to black for a second and then we return to earlier in the day. We are at the same parking lot. Donald Fury is busy looking for Paul Blair, who he has heard is in this crowd. He goes up to some fans to see if they have seen him ]
Fan: Blair? Yeah, I have seen him. My friends and I got our pictures taken with him. You can’t miss him. The line to see him ends back there.
Fury: Really? There is a long line to see Blair?
Fan: To see him? No. But he is selling pictures with the old SWAT World Heavyweight Title. My friends and I thought it would be cool to get our picture with it. Probably as close as most of us will get. Worth every penny.
[ one of the guys with the fan talking to Blair interrupts the first fan ]
Fan 2: Yea we will just crop Blair out of the picture.
[ 2 fans high five ]
Fan: Hell yea. Worth every penny man. You better get in line now though, it takes a while to get to him and Samantha.
Fury: Samantha?
Fan: Yea, it’s what Blair was calling the title.
Fury: Samantha?
Fan: Yep, get your picture taken with Blair and Samantha.
Fury: Ok thanks guys. Have fun at the show tonight.
[ Fury heads over to the line, they pointed at. Fury and the camera men just look at the line and get in the back of it ]
Fury: We have been told this is the only way to get to Blair, even if you are a reporter. So we will end this until we get up to the front of the line .
[ Camera fades again and when we return, the camera crew is actually past the line and filming those in line getting their picture taken ]
Fury: We are back everyone. It turns out after waiting in line for about 15 minutes, that there was a way for reporters to get back here. We have talked to Blair and he has promised us a time to talk after the next person. They have told the fans there will be a small break while he speaks with us.
[ Camera pans in to Blair meeting the next fan ]
Blair: Hey there you go fella. Pay Robin there and then get ready for the thrill of a lifetime.
Robin: He paid for the extra.
[ Blair shakes the kids hand ]
Blair: How are you doing there young Ruler Rooter? Are you ready to watch the SWAT World Heavyweight Champ in action tonight?
Kid: Sure, I guess.
[ Blair rolls his eyes ]
Blair: That’s the spirit. Ok, well your dad paid extra so you get to be in this picture with me and Samantha.
[ Kid tries to touch the title but Blair smacks his hand ]
Blair: No one and let me repeat this, no one touches Samantha but this guy.
Kid: What? Who is Samantha?
Blair: This title here kid is named Samantha.
Kid: What kind of stupid name is that?
[ Blair looks like he is about to lose his cool. ]
Blair: What kind of stupid name is Samantha? Samantha is the name of the amazing character in the 1980 sitcom Who’s The Boss starring Alyssa Milano. She played an amazing character and was the woman that I wanted to get to know. If you know what I mean?
[ Blair looks at the kid ]
Blair: Of course you don't know what I mean. What’s your name, sir dorko the annoying little punk ass biatch kid?
Kid: No, my name’s Ralph?
[ Blair seems offended by this kid’s name ]
Blair: Ralph? As in Ralph Macchio - the actor who played that horrible snot nosed kid Daniel LaPusso from the 1980’s Karate Kid? Get this punk ass kid out of my line. You got your picture, beat it kid.
Kid: Whatever.
[ Kid storms off and his father who paid extra for him to meet Paul Blair and get his picture taken with title looks very upset. Blair just yells to the crowd he is taking a break and comes over to speak with Donald Fury. The two men shake hands ]
Fury: Did I hear you say that the title there - that is the former SWAT World Heavyweight Championship - is named Samantha?
Blair: No. You heard the current SWAT World Heavyweight Championship is named Samantha. Named after the character that Alyssa Milano played on the 1980 sitcom Who’s the Boss. If you want this interview, you will never utter the “F” word again?
[ Fury notes in his head not to use the word former again as it seems to have struck a nerve with Blair ]
Fury: So here we are at New Year’s Nightmare 2022 and you have a big match. Are you ready for it?
Blair: Am I ready? Paul Blair was born ready for this. As I have said in the past, I came to SWAT for 2 things. Money and Gold. Let me tell you that since coming to SWAT, my bank account has went up and as you can see here
[ Blair points at the title ]
Blair: Well as you can see, the Gold is going just great. However as I look at myself, I see that I have 2 shoulders and only one title. That means I have an empty shoulder and well, Paul Blair does not like that.
Fury: That brings me to my next question. Here in Los Angeles, you are involved in a battle royal where the winner gets a shot at the CWA World Title when it comes to SWAT.
Blair: Let me stop you there. I think it only makes sense that when the CWA comes to SWAT and they give someone a shot at the CWA Title, that they face off against the one person holding the SWAT World Heavyweight Championship. Don’t you?
Fury: That would be great and we will have the tourney as well at New Year’s Nightmare. We will crown a new ----
[ Blair interrupts Fury and holds up the title so Fury can see it ]
Blair: There is no new championship. As far as I am concerned, this 8 man tourney here in Los Angeles is to crown a new #1 contenders for MY World Heavyweight Championship. Don’t worry Fury, I will make the time to defend this title and I will walk in the champ and walk out the same. This 8 man tourney is to see who loses to me next. There are some big names and that’s all fine and great. Just know at the end of the day - this Gold is going nowhere.
[ Blair seems very upset as he holds the title up. Fury continues ]
Fury: With all due respect to you Mr. Blair. We all know that the title you are holding was -
Blair: This title was what Fury? What do you have to say and keep in mind that you are standing in front of a man who could break you in half just like if he wanted. So this title and by the way this title has a name and it’s Samantha. So this title, Samantha, that I am holding was what?
Fury: I was just going to say that the title you are holding is no longer recognized as the World Titl---
[ Blair interrupts him again ]
Blair: Stop it right there Fury. Now you and I go way back. We have known each other since the 1990s and that is the only reason that I am not shoving my foot down your throat right now. But let me make one thing perfectly clear. This title that you seem to belittle has something that no other title has. This title has history. This title has prestige. Now don’t get me wrong they could make another title and someone will hold it tightly and pretend like it matters but everyone knows this is the title that has meant something to them.
[ Blair pauses ]
Blair: This title right here is the one that has brought people into the stands. This title and Paul Blair have one big thing in common. I want you to bring that camera in close here to see Samantha -
[ Blair holds up the title again ]
Blair: Samantha and myself have each done one thing. We have made people pay their hard earned money to watch someone win and someone lose. This title might have been held by the fan’s favorite wrestler or it might have been held by the one they hate the most. Whatever the case, this title - not whatever they bring in - brought people together. It made people cheer and it made people boo. That’s why as far as Paul Blair is concerned this is the only title that matters in SWAT.
I have gone by many names in the past. People have called me the “All American”, the “Stare”, and the “Ruler“. Heck some of called me the “Personification of Greatness”. From now on you can call me Champ because Samantha here - she is going nowhere.
Fury: That is great Paul. Everything you said makes sense but one thing, you do realize that title was burned to ---
Blair: Just as I said, this is the REAL World Title. Who cares that it was burned by Snowstorm…
Fury: Frostbite.
Blair: Chapstick?
Fury: Frostbite
Blair: PermaFrost?
Fury: No Frostbite.
Blair: I really do not care how cold you are Fury. This is the title that the peons and peons of peons will come to see. Look at this line of people.
[ Blair and Fury look at the line which seems to have doubled while they were talking ]
Blair: These peons did not come to see the title that you speak so highly of and you know why?
Fury: Why is that Paul?
Blair: It’s simple. That title is not being held by ME. I make the peons want to come to the arena. I make them want to pay their hard earned dollar to watch me lose. They come out to root on their latest favorite hero - whomever is put in front of me. And then they watch as I beat their fallen hero. It doesn’t matter if that person is the world’s biggest hero or Coward Morgan, sorry I mean Calum. They will cheer my opponent for the entire match and then they will leave the arena crying or cursing but either way upset that once again I beat whomever was put in my way.
Fury: Paul, I know you need to get back and I thank you for your time. I have to ask one more question. And it’s a good one I think. Tonight you are involved in that battle royal. Here is a list of those wrestlers you are facing.
Ruin
David Vector
Johnny Sniper
The Purest Wrestler James Knight
TJ Shadows
Matthew Lee Carter
Muhammad Phillips
Drac Hawthorne
Ayren Angel
Fury: What are your thoughts on these wrestlers? As much or as little as you can on your opponents.
Blair: Well unfortunately you are right, I am running low on time but I will say this. Paul Blair knows he is the best wrestler in the World today and if you don’t know how I know that by now, look at this title one more time and know that says it all. I also know that SWAT is filled with amazing athletes, great wrestlers and Coward Morgan who is neither. Those names you listed are all talented. They will all make their marks in the wrestling world one day - that day is not today and the time is not right now. You see there are two things that can result from this battle royal. The first option is that I can walk out the new number 1 contender for the CWA World Title and I can bring even more prestige to not only that title but SWAT in general. After I win it, wrestlers will begin to come to SWAT just to be a part of the great federation where Paul Blair wrestles and fans will want to see all the top names and pay all the money that they have to see the wrestlers of SWAT.
[ Blair pauses for a second ]
Blair: The second option is someone from that list you just gave us wins. They get their shot and they choke hard and the moment that could have been, is gone. Those are the two options. You pick one. I will always pick the one that has me winning. Now if you will excuse me, Samantha and myself have to go meet our fans.
[ Blair goes back to the line of people waiting to get their pictures taken and the camera fades back to present time where Donald Fury is standing by ]
Fury: Folks, that was my interview from earlier today. I hope you enjoyed it. As you can see, Paul Blair is ready for this match and quite frankly he’s crazy. We will see you in the ring!
[ Fade to black]
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Post by eddied on Jan 8, 2022 8:10:35 GMT -5
 (The Good Guy Eddie D stairs down the lens of the camera back stage at New Year's Nightmare.)EDDIE: Hello hero-worshipers of SWAT. Happy fucking New Year. 12th night has been and gone so all the decorations are down and the excesses of the festive season long behind us. The Christmas turkey has already been jogged away, the Christmas Pudding has been bench pressed away and the memory of the Handicapped Hero has been washed away in the tears of his defeat. That guy didn't have the wherewithal to cut it at this level and The Good Guy was made to look the "Bad Guy" and put him out of his misery. Well I did what needed to be done and slept soundly after crushing him to a pulp. Mission accomplished last week and now I face the next pretender to my throne. Psychotic Goth. This will obviously be a different prospect. Psychotic Goth is a legend, is an ex-World Champ and gritty and brutal as they come. That said... I am still the one to beat. I'm fast becoming a legend, I'm an ex-champ and set a bar for brutality that others can only dream of reaching. If you want to be the best you gotta beat the best and I am not going to be distracted by your hexes and your charm bracelets. You can sacrifice a chicken and speak in tongues, but you can't pretend that any of that will make one bit of difference once the bell rings tonight. I am not going to look back over old results. The past is gone and the only thing behind me that will make a difference tonight... will be the adoring fans. I know that mentally I am ready. I have a loving girlfriend and business picking up, even against Omicron's best efforts to stop me, and a fanbase that actually understand me. They understand the chaos within and the anarchy that spills out when I go do what needs to be done. They understand the hate that drives me.Last week I made a mediocre match an instant classic by providing extra security at the TV Title match. We all know that people that do unsanctioned, unprovoked rundowns are inherently bad guys. So when I showed up there and tried to keep the match fair and interesting, at the Commissioners request, I was most definitely The Good Guy out there. If The Founder wants to go against our beloved commissioner, run down uninvited and unsanctioned and manhandle Donzig - Technically his own stablemate - well what was I to expect? I thought he was there to give him a pep talk and a back rub, so when he cost the guy the match... I have to say... I was shocked and horrified. I think I let you all down by letting him do that... but watching the KGB implode made for great TV... and isn't that, by it's very nature, what the TV Title is all about? The KGB are a shadow of their former selves, The revenants are fast becoming an irrelevance and the Fed is finally able to operate without the shackles of all powerful stables messing with the booking. This place looks more open to real talent, from anywhere in the wrestling world, to come and ply their trade than ever before. All they need now is a champion to look up to. One that doesn't throw the belt in the trash. One that wants to represent this place in the post XHF era to the best of his ability. One that looks the part and walks the walk. Tonight, I will take one step closer to making that happen. Psychotic Goth?! KGB?!! The doubters, slackers and the quitters in the back?!!! BRING... IT... ON!!!! (Eddie storms out of shot and you hear a crash as Eddie knocks over a soundman not quick enough to get out of his way. Scene fades to black) |
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Post by davidvectortherookie on Jan 8, 2022 9:13:58 GMT -5
- ( "Gimme Back My Bullets" by Lynyrd Skynyrd hits the arena speakers and David Vector "The Rookie" jogs out onto the ramp with the SWAT WORLD TAG TITLE on his shoulder. The State flag of Virginia and The Stars and Stripes flashes 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 is thrown a microphone....) -
- Ladies and Gentlemen and wrestling fans of all ages, I have my first ever title... In my first year in the bidness. I only have y'all to thank. If I was any happier I'd be twins. I surely do appreciate everything and I will do my best to represent the Fed and the title and myself in the best light possible.
As a young professional ‘rassler looking to better myself in the best federation around perhaps Rookie don't suit me no more. I hold high standards for myself, don't intend to let my foot off the peddle just 'cos I got me some gold, but humble as I might be... I think Rookie holds too many negative affiliations that I don't want to be associated with.
I finally feel like I repaid Goth's faith in me as a tag partner and getting the pin over a legend like Keith Williams was the cherry on top the best slice of cake in the world.
I wish my friend Goth all the very best in his tourney bout against Eddie D tonight. Ex-Champ against Ex-Champ is always a good olde ding dong of an encounter and the chance of World Title glory to the man getting thru makes it all the more spicy.
I too have a shot at something special tonight. A chance to represent SWAT at a higher level. Don't see my sideways... This tag belt means the world to me and it is a World title premier belt, but we all remember the SWAT X-Crown champions of the last era with the reverence a Super Bowl winner or a Stanley Cup winner. So holding the new CWA cross federation championship would be an amazing feat. To be honest thou, I don't pretend to be of that tier in the company yet, but if I can win that battle royal tonight who's to say what might happen next? I don't look past people, I don't count my chickens, but folks don't be afraid to allow dreams to inspire and drive you in the right direction. I just keep plugging away and living by my mantra...
My pledge to you tonight and always:
….to show courage, fight with pride and give the fans what they paid for.
I’m a man of my word.
So whether I hold on to The Rookie as my label or whether I 'rassle by my given name I ain't certain sure, but I know that what ever I call myself I know I'll call myself lucky that you garner me your support and your chants of encouragement every week.
There's a time to be humble. There's a time to be thankful. There's a time to focus up and get your game face on. That time is now for me.
Ruin has shown the quality of his metal against bigger names than I, but he don't frit me none. The bigger they are they harder they fall.
Sniper and Blair done beat me before, but the pendulum swings fellas. I got the weight of this here tag gold swinging things back in a more appealing direction on that pendulum of chance. My defeats with yous fellas was hard fought and close as close can be, so you ain't lording over me with some kinda false superiority in my mind.
Don't take no egotist to show faith in himself.
Don't mean I'm arrogant to see myself pull off yet another shock victory tonight.
I know I've got the guts. I know I'm as best trained now as I've ever been.
I am ready for our encounter tonight. Are you? -
- (David Vector drops the mic., raises his hands and the crowd pop. "Gimme Back My Bullets" by Lynard Skynard plays as Vector makes his way out of the ring.) -
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Post by SWAT eFed on Jan 8, 2022 17:52:15 GMT -5
Andrew Fulton: What a night it's shaping up to be. Oxford first into the Semi Finals..
Jeremy Tucker: Indeed it is and we have much more in store tonight.
Andrew Fulton: Up next we have a match that I have been waiting to see all night!
Jeremy Tucker: Lucky Linda Le Fey will face off against our local crackpot Michael Maddox.
Andrew Fulton: Well let's head to ringside and get this match started!
Frank Salazar: This match is scheduled for ONE fall. Introducing first hailing from Miami Florida and weighing in at 244lbs he is the Floridian Psychopath Michael Maddox!
[NOT Again by Staind blasts over blasts over the PA systems as the crowd erupts in boos and jeers as Mike Maddox makes his way on the stage and shakes his hips wearing his trademark Leather Jacket Engraved with THE FLORIDIAN PSYCHOPATH on It Maddox then runs down the ramp and slides into the ring shaking the ropes violently before throwing his leather jacket out to the ground and then running over to the nearest turnbuckle and raising his arms at the crowd as they BOO Loudly. Maddox just looks at them and takes it all in as he loves the boos.]
Andrew Fulton: There he is. He looks like he is ready for anything that Linda can throw at him here tonight.
Jeremy Tucker: I'm sure he is.
Frank Salazar: And his opponent, hailing from Dublin Ireland and weighing in at 130lbs she is Lucky Linda Le Fey!
[Linger by Cranberries hits and Lucky Linda makes her way down the ramp way, high fiving the fans.]
Andrew Fulton: This is going to be an insane match.
Jeremy Tucker: That it will be.
[They lock up in the middle of the ring, as Maddox gets the upper hand and grabs Linda by the face shoving her back to the mat. He goes for the pin…]
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Linda kicks out.
Andrew Fulton: Maddox is trying to end this match as quickly as possible.
Jeremy Tucker: That he is, but Linda isn't going to go down that easy.
Maddox goes to grab Linda but she hits him in the midsection with a hard punch dropping him to his knees. Linda gets to her feet and hits him with a drop kick sending him to the mat and she goes for the pin...
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Maddox kicks out.
Andrew Fulton: Linda looking good against the much larger man..
Jeremy Tucker: She has the most stamina of anyone in SWAT. They may be bigger and tougher most of the time, but she has conditioned her body to go all night long.
Andrew Fulton : Just like yours truly.
Jeremy Tucker : Please.
[Linda gets to her feet only to have Maddox grab her by the foot. She falls to the mat, as Maddox goes to the top and comes off hitting a moonsault but it doesn't connect. Linda rolls out of the way and gets to her feet. Maddox rolls in pain as Linda locks in an Irish Cloverleaf as Maddox tries to get out of the hold. The ref gets down and asks if he wants to quit but he screams no and reaches out and grabs the ropes …. the ref starts to count...
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Linda lets go and Maddox hits the mat. Linda goes for the pin...
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Maddox kicks out once again.
Jeremy Tucker: Maddox is doing everything that he can to stay on his feet.
Andrew Fulton: That he is but Linda is not giving him a chance.
He grabs Linda by the hair and slams her face into the mat. He then locks in Lady of Despair. (Sharpshooter)Linda tries to get out of the hold, but the ref gets down and asks if she wants to quit. She screams no and grabs the bottom rope and the ref starts to count once again...
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Linda kicks out as Maddox starts in with mounted punches only to have Linda catch his hands. She shoves him back to the mat and rolls to her feet. She goes to the top and comes off hitting Lucky Dip and goes for the pin...
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Andrew Fulton: Another close call!
Jeremy Tucker: Linda is looking to put Maddox away and get this win!
Linda goes to grab Maddox only to have Maddox grab her and drags her to her feet. He hits the Facelift sending Linda to the mat and goes for the pin...
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Linda kicks out as Maddox screams in anger. Maddox goes to grab her but she rolls him up in a small package ...
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The bell sounds, as Linda gets to her feet.
Frank Salazar: And here is your winner Lucky Linda Le Fey!
Andrew Fulton: What a match!
Jeremy Tucker: I'll say. Linda took the win and put Maddox out. Very impressive win there to Lady Luck.
[Linda rolls out of the ring, as Maddox starts to get to his feet. The lights flicker off and on before the lights go out. When they come back up we see Dread standing in the middle of the ring. He grabs the ref and starts to beat him down, as a bunch of goons start to appear from the crowd and out from the back. He starts to beat them all down on his own.]
Andrew Fulton: IT'S DREAD!
Jeremy Tucker: What's he doing here?
Andrew Fulton: I don't know but where's Maddox?
Jeremy Tucker: I don't know but he's gone and Dread is here... And here comes security!
[Security starts to head toward the ring, as the lights start to flicker off and on once again and when they return Dread is gone and MAddox is back in the ring looking confused. ]
Andrew Fulton: Damn! Where did he go?
Jeremy Tucker: I'm not sure. There's a lot of questions that still need to be answered. We'll be back after this.
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Post by SWAT eFed on Jan 10, 2022 1:29:51 GMT -5
”The Offspring – Come Out and Play” hits the arena PA system and the screens light up with a technicolour vibrant montage video playing on the screens of him weight training and hitting his favourite moves on people, flashing up to the beat of the music.
Eddie walks slowly to the ring. He high fives the occasional outstretched hand, puts on a false smile as though he enjoys the applause, but he’s really 100% focused on his opponent and can’t truly enjoy their cheers. Eddie walks up the ring steps, takes a moment to scan the crowd and holds open his arms in honest gratitude of their cheers. The crowd pop. Eddie nods his respect and appreciation. Then he steps through the ropes, all business again, but with a false smile and wink for the referee. Frank Salazar : The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall. Introducing first, hailing from Vernon, California, USA. Coming in at 6’ and 303 pounds .... THE GOOD GUY .... EDDIE D!!!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!!!Jeremy Tucker: Either one of these men could be the next SWAT World Heavyweight Champion! Two former Champions about to tear it up inside this ring! Andrew Fulton: Eddie D would be still be SWAT Champion if he hadn't listened to these people in the cheap seats! Jeremy Tucker: Excuse Eddie for having morals! Eddie calls for a lock up, and Goth goes in for it! Andrew Fulton: Eddie pushing Goth towards the ropes, and the fans seem divided! Vampira on the outside watching with interest! [Eddie has Goth on the ropes, and the ref starts a count as they push back and forth. But Vampira pounds the ma encouraging Goth, Goth gives a hard shove. And the big man goes down, Eddie distracted by Vampira, the fans boo! The ref looks at Vampira who shrugs, and Goth wastes no time stomping and kicking at the downed big man.] Jeremy Tucker: Vampira cheering on the King of Goths! Andrew Fulton: It’s only Jerry! Not Goth’s fault Eddie gets so easily distracted. [Goth grabs Eddie's leg, stomping down on his knee three times as Eddie lets out a roar of pain! And Goth smirks as he nearly shoves the ref aside when the man tries to break it up, but Eddie is crawling to his feet. Pulling himself up the ropes before Goth rakes his nails across his face. Then he grabs the big man's head, choking him across the ropes!] Jeremy Tucker: Where's the ref! Where is the ref! This is an outrage! Andrew Fulton: Would you stop crying! The SWAT World Heavyweight Title is on the line! [The ref turns, and stares at Vampira who is yelling encouragement holding up her hands. The ref yells, and then Goth runs across the ring coming off the ropes to aim a knee at Eddie's head. But Eddie rolls aside, and Goth crashes into the protesting Vampira! The fans are on their feet, as they land in a tangle against the barricade.] Andrew Fulton: Oh no! Not Vampira! Eddie should be disqualified! Jeremy Tucker: Serves them right! Eddie going to the outside! [Eddie ignores the ref, slamming his huge hands on the ring before he stalks over to haul Goth to his feet. He starts throwing punches, battering the Serpent of SWAT before he grabs him to drive him hard into the edge of the ring! The fans cheer, and Eddie follows that up with another one before flinging him between the ropes!] Andrew Fulton: Eddie taking the easy way out, using the ring as a weapon! Jeremy Tucker: You can't be serious! Stop! [Eddie drags Goth to his feet, and plants him with a huge belly to belly suplex! The fans love it, and Eddie grabs Goth to pull him back up. And he throws him at the ropes, hitting the spine buster before he makes the cover.] One ……..
Two …….. Andrew Fulton: KICKOUT! GOTH IS STILL IN THIS! Jeremy Tucker: Eddie shaking his head at the ref, and then he stomps a few boots on Goth's back before he locks on the Rear Chinlock! [Goth grabs at the mat, clawing at it as he tries to break the hold. Eddie pulls back on the hold, trying to keep him in the middle of the ring. But Goth twists and turns, the ref checking on him! But Vampira is back up, cheering on Goth and Goth gets a foot on the rope! She yells for the ref, who calls for the break! The fans boo, jeering as Eddie looks at Vampira.] Andrew Fulton: Whew! That was close! Jeremy Tucker: All she did was show the ref he got to the ropes but these fans are clearly siding with Eddie tonight. Andrew Fulton : Fickle minded fools! [Goth wastes no time, and grabs Eddie to haul him around before he starts firing stiff chops at Eddie's chest! Driving him towards the corner with shot after shot, and then he starts choking Eddie as the fans boo! The ref calls for the break, and Goth keeps it on until the four! Then he shoots Eddie out of the corner, throwing him at the other corner!] Jeremy Tucker: Goth wearing Eddie down, and the fans are not having it! Andrew Fulton: Goth charges across the ring, nailing a spear on Eddie! [Eddie is down, and Goth is on his feet. Yelling to himself as he mocks the fans, before he leaps onto the turnbuckle as he spreads his arms wide as he glares down at Eddie! The fans are booing...] Andrew Fulton: PURGATORY PLUNGE! It's over! Jeremy Tucker: Goth going for the cover! One ……..
Two …….. Jeremy Tucker: WAIT! Eddie is lifting Goth, he is on his feet as Goth shakes his head in disbelief! The fans are going wild! Andrew Fulton: No! No! [Eddie throws Goth into the corner, and charges in with a few hard elbows fired into his head! Goth staggers, and Eddie grabs him by the hair to drag his eyes along the top of the ropes as the ref tries to call him off. But Eddie has had enough it seems, and he releases Goth to roar at the crowd!] Andrew Fulton: This showboating is going to cost the Good Guy! Jeremy Tucker: Goth comes off the ropes, throwing a clothesline from Hell at Eddie. [The place is coming unglued as Eddie staggers, shaking his head as he falls to a knee. And Goth wastes no time, grabbing Eddie to pull him to his feet! And then Eddie shoves Goth backwards, firing him into the ropes! Goth comes off hard, and Eddie catches him for the World's End!] Andrew Fulton: GOTH! NO! NO! VAMPIRA DO SOMETHING! [Vampira with a horrified look, runs at the ring waving her arms at the ref! But Trixie comes flying out of nowhere, finally having enough! She yanks Vampira from the ropes, and starts slapping her wildly as the fans at ringside are eating it up!] Jeremy Tucker: Eddie makes the cover! One …… Andrew Fulton: Goth! Don't do this to us! Two ……… Andrew Fulton: THINK OF THE CHILDREN! PLEASE! THREE! THREE! Jeremy Tucker: EDDIE WINS! EDDIE WINS! THIS IS IT HE COULD BE THE NEXT SWAT CHAMPION! Andrew Fulton: ..... Oh well, I never really liked Goth anyway. I am sure these fools will be cheering him again next show, but not me! Frank Salazar : Winner of the match and advancing to the next round …. THE GOOD GUY! EDDIE D!!!
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Post by SWAT eFed on Jan 11, 2022 2:04:17 GMT -5
Jeremy Tucker: We have up next another big match in determining who will advance in the tournament to crown a new World Champion here in SWAT. Andrew Fulton: Let's get the match under way then. Jeremy Tucker: Why are you so gung ho, that is right because your buddy is involved in the match. Andrew Fulton: The boss is about to hit the ring, and all is right with the world. Jeremy Tucker: Would you stop drooling all over the desk out here. Andrew Fulton: Can not help it, we were meant to be together. Jeremy Tucker: In your dreams and before you start, keep them to yourself. Andrew Fulton: Buzzkill. Jeremy Tucker: Frank is about to introduce them. Frank Salazar: This match is one fall, introducing first, he hails from Puerto Vallarta, Jallsco and he weighs in at 195 pounds here is Richard Drake. Purple Rain by Prince blast over the sound system as Richard makes his way down the aisle. Jeremy Tucker: He has been friends with the boss of late, I wonder how that will play into this match. Richard gets to ringside as he slides into the ring and jumps to his feet. Frank Salazar: And his opponent she weighs in at 125 from Blackpool, England here is Blaze Freya!!! Collapsing by Demon Hunter blast over the sound system as Blaze makes her way out. Andrew Fulton: My girl is here. Jeremy Tucker: You wish. Blaze is on her way down to the ring as she gets to ringside, she looks at Richard as she jumps up on the ring apron and over the top ropes. Jeremy Tucker: The ref is calling for the bell. Andrew Fulton: The match is underway. Jeremy Tucker: The two circle each other before they lock up as Richard gets the upper hand as he backs Blaze into a near corner where the ref calls for the break, he backs up slowly but Blaze comes firing out the corner but Drake sidesteps her as he slaps her on the butt. Andrew Fulton: Wow what a lucky guy, I wish I could be in that ring doing that. Jeremy Tucker: Can you just keep in your pants. Andrew Fulton: Blaze walks back over as she lays in a couple of knife edge chops to Drake. She quickly whips him into a far corner, he comes out as Blaze catches with a leg lariat. She goes for the cover. One ……..
Two …….. Jeremy Tucker Drake kicks out. Blaze pulls Drake to his feet as she once again whips him into a far corner. She goes in as she hits a monkey flip. Drake quickly gets to his feet as she hits Drake with a flying clothesline as she goes for another cover. One ……..
Two …….. Andrew Fulton: Drake kicks out. She pulls Drake to his feet as Blake tries to hit a snap suplex, but Drake rolls her in the cradle the count. One ……..
Two …….. Jeremy Tucker: Blake kicks out. Both get to their feet as Blaze gets toward her, he picks her up and catches on the way down with a forearm blow. Drake pulls Blaze to her feet as he picks her up and connects with a high vertical suplex. He quickly picks her up as he hits a backbreaker as he goes for a cover. One ……..
Two …….. Andrew Fulton: Blaze kicks out. Richard pulls Blaze to her feet as he picks her up again in an attempt at a bodyslam but Blaze slides right down his back as she connects with a dropkick right in his back as Richard goes flying through the ropes. Blaze looks toward the crowd as she makes her climb to the top turnbuckle, as Drake gets to his feet, Blaze comes flying off and connects with a double axehandle but it appears as she hit that landing to have twisted her knee. Jeremy Tucker: Blaze limps as she pulls Drake up and rolls him back into the ring. As she gets back into the ring Drake kicks that bad knee as Blaze goes down. Drake grabs the leg as he is going to try to slap on a figure four but Blaze kicks him off as he goes flying chest first into a near corner. Blaze quickly with a school boy roll up. One ……..
Two …….. Andrew Fulton: Drake kicks out. Drake gets to his feet but Blaze quickly hits a jawbreaker. She gets back to her feet still limping. Blaze goes into a corner and waits for Drake to get to his feet, as he does she goes charging or tries to connect with a TORN but Drake had scouted it and he scoops her up as he connects with Red Light Soiree, he looks the leg. One ……..
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THREE!!!!!! Frank Salazar: HERE IS YOUR WINNER RICHARD DRAKE Jeremy Tucker: The biggest win in Richard Drake's SWAT career. Andrew Fulton: This wasn’t fair. My girl hurt her knee, I need to see if she is ok. Jeremy Tucker: Sit down, I see she is getting medical attention. We will be back folks shortly. |
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Post by KGB Death Squad on Jan 11, 2022 22:16:12 GMT -5
The show returns, cutting back from commercial and a shot of the crowd to reveal Sinclair Godfrey still sitting on the console. She has her hands laced over her knee, and she tilts her head with a faint smirk. Eyes narrowed on the crew, and they quickly went back to work as she shrugged. The Death Squad stood beside her, glaring at the room from behind their skull masks. Mormo's clenched and unclenched his fist, looking from side to side slowly. Moloch had his arms folded over his broad chest and he rolled his shoulders, saying nothing.
Sinclair arched a brow.
'Sorry to interrupt again, but frankly? Donzig-gun is the most important thing going on in SWAT, you see all this nonsense about the World Heavyweight Title?' Sinclair waved a hand, fingers flicking. 'Doesn't matter because that person will soon find themselves face to face with the Harbinger of Death. And then he will take what he wants from them.'
She leaned forward, elbow resting on her knee.
'But first? It is time for the tag teams of SWAT to face some cold hard reality of their own. And that reality is?' Sinclair shrugged, a smile tugging at her lips as she plucked at her coat before she leaned back again. 'They are not good enough to face the soldiers of the Void, they are not good enough to stand toe to toe with the Death Squad! Oh, they all talk a good game! But the time for games are over!'
Mormo growled from under his mask, and he slammed his huge fist into his palm. He snarled something, and Moloch nodded quickly in agreement. His head tilting as he glared at the crew before taking a step forward. And Sinclair sniffed.
'Satan's Disciples? Do you think the sons of Oblivion fear demons? They fear devils? Is that it? Because in the darkness of the Void there are no demons or devils to fear, there is only the cold and empty dark. You will learn to fear what waits for you in the Abyss! You will look upon the works of the Death Squad? And you will see what true devils are capable of!' Sinclair smirked.
'Team Fairtex. The sons of the Shoot Fighter!' Sinclair snorted, a hand lifting to cover her mouth as she gave a laugh. 'Oh, you boys are so proud! So full of fire and thunder! But this time? You're not facing that idiotic dinosaur are you? No little funny bears in sight! Oh, no! There will be funny songs, or cute raps, and no--' Sinclair frowned, a hand lifting to tap against her chin. The Death Squad looked at her, and Moloch growled something in his native tongue. Mormo snorted, and he snarled something as well which drew a sigh from the Baroness. A shrug, and she leaned forward. '--innuendo. No, there is only the cold hard face of Oblivion now. And you will find yourselves standing across the ring from men who don't care about your father. They don't care about your legacy. All they care about?'
A pause.
'Is hurting you. Is inflicting pain, is inflicting carnage! Their only interest in you? Is breaking you! In claiming what is theirs by right!'
Moloch slammed a fist to his chest, bellowing something. And Mormo nodded at him, rolling his huge shoulders as Sinclair paused to smooth her coat.
'Last, last but certainly not least. The Hellhounds.' Sinclair hissed, and she gave the camera a flat look. 'You two are the ones the Death Squad is most interested in, the lackies of that detestable toad Marsh! You see you two have had free reign long enough, you have escaped the claws of the Void long enough! And now? Now the time for running is over, and the Death Squad will rip and tear their way through these other two teams to get their hands on you! They will beat and batter you, ripping you apart until they can drag your sorry carcasses back before the Scourge!'
The Death Squad growled, clearly eager and on edge for that as she shrugged.
'And as they stand over the broken remains of the three greatest teams in SWAT? The Revenants will know what is coming for them, they may have escaped last time! They may have pulled out a win last time! But you see? We are inevitable! No one beats the Void in the end, and the cold and empty dark comes for us all! So pay attention, boys!'
Sinclair smiled wickedly, and she flicked a finger towards the watching crew. And then the scene went black.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2022 23:04:37 GMT -5
Maddox Take on Losing to Lucky Lynn. In the Swat World Title Tournament
Maddox had previously been rolled up by Lucky Linda Earlier in The Night and is fuming after his loss to her In the Vacated Swat Heavyweight Title Tournament. Well now Maddox is from the outside looking in. But that won't hold back Maddox/ Maddox is seen meditating in His locker room He starts feeling severe pain and stops meditating and falls to one knee and starts screaming and destroying his locker room before Laughing Maddox looks up and smiles at the camsers before speaking.
Michael Maddox
Oh Lynn hello there Lynn, you think you have got Michael Maddox all figured out do Ya. When in Reality Lynn you have not even a clue!(Maddox has a sinister look in his eyes) You see Lynn you were lucky you even got the victory over me let alone even be in my presence. You little piss ant bitch. Oh yeah I have matured my deer sweet Lynn. It no longer bothers me if you call me Mark. Mark doesn’t bother me anymore. You can call me Mark and I will keep calling you Lynn or l Lindsey or Paula or some other name. So enjoy your win and just ask yourself how does it feel to have the boss's cock in your mouth 24/7? How does his sweaty wrinkly old nutsack taste? Where did I find out this information from you probably ask? First of all, looks at the man has got to be the ugliest man in wrestling! Then Blaze Freya told me it was gross even though she rides the boss like there's no tomorrow for A GM Job where she thought she was an actual owner. Ain’t no one my boss So Lynn as yourself was it worth meeting Dread at the end of our match huh? You don’t stand a chance. You may have got one over on me. But I guarantee you won’t be winning The Swat Heavyweight Title. This is The Year of Maddox 2022 this is just a minor setback. So, choke on the old sagging balls if you want While the Year of Maddox starts now.
Maddox pauses and then laughs before disappearing. Suddenly Dread fades in and out and Maddox returns and picks up where he left off.
Lynn Oh Lynn I am still over here Lynn. I see you made Amazon of the year yeat again. Everytime I see the swat end of the year awards I cringe puke like a Hollywood starlet. It disgusts me. But nonetheless Maddox will have several of those awards by the end of the year and beat you out. I vow to do everything in my power to win. I will stand out and show out why I make all the rest of you Swat Ingrates like nothing more than rookies. I ain’t playing with ya anymore. I just want to thank you for being my wake-up call. But that is all you will get from me. You won’t get any congratulations from me on Winning Amazon of The Year or even beating me. SO, I suggest you go back to beating meat cause the luck that you have is centered around that. Without being married to The Owner. You would have no luck at all Because I don’t believe in the luck of the Irish. Oh, and another thing you think you took care of KGB you single handedly dismembered them. Well once a member is always a member in my book and they will get their every single member no matter who they are. SO, you can bank on that.!
Maddox pulls out an autographed picture of Blayze Freya and rips it to shreds.
Blaze I hope you are listening. You really think I am going to forgive the likes of you for calling me out on social media for not performing well since my Federation SKW formed in The CWA Network. Oh, I should do a campaign ad for SKW right now, but I won't. Blaze Freya I do other things outside of wrestling that are more important sometimes then answering you cocks in the wrestling industry. But in all honesty, I will not forgive you like Swat Management has after you were fired but at least they did the right move and not give you GM Powers cause your sexual charms won’t work on me anymore. You make accusations and do not come straight to the source and now it's on Blaze I'm out to get Ya I am your own personal boogeyman. Yeah, if you want to face me, bring it bitch. I pummel your ass into the ground and prove to everyone in the locker room. I meant what I responded over social media ain't none of you bitches walking all over me ever again. No More Mister Nice Maddox like in the past. I demand satisfaction. I crave your blood. Blayze you think you can actually stand toe to toe with me in the ring. Nah you couldn’t even stand toe to toe with my left nut. But who knows where that has been? I am telling you the same thing that I said to Lucky Lynn over here: you are all talk and no show. I would say your bark is worse than your bite, but you are completely the opposite. Your Bite is worse than your bark. So, sit there and think up of how I am making fun of you. Also, How I am a conspiracy against you whatever makes you sleep at night. I don’t play with birches like I use to in my younger days. So, Blaze Freya All that is left to say is FUCK YOU!
Maddox beings laughing as The Cloaked Female walks up to him and she says let's go babe as Maddox blurts out.
”Lucky Lynn See Ya Real Soon '' as Maddox and The Cloaked Female Disappears Dread pops up out of nowhere laughing sadistically!
The cameras fade back to commercial break...
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Post by thejerseydevildiva on Jan 13, 2022 14:53:36 GMT -5
Act 1: The one and only champion!
"You can try to take it from me, but I will not fail!"
The scene opens on the beautiful Jersey Shore. The sun glistened off of the snow that had fallen as the camera moves over the city. The smell from the local restaurants drifted on the air mixing with the smell from the cars that passed by and the ocean that still rolled casting its waves to the now barren and empty shore. The camera moves over the city and soon comes to a stop on a familiar home that sat behind the high brick walls and wrought iron steel gate. The camera moves up the long stretch of driveway and to the house that seemed to loom over the grounds. The windows were darkened and the guards once again made their way around the grounds protecting the woman that dwelt inside. The camera moves to the interior of the massive estate that seemed eerily quiet. The sound of a creaking door is heard coming from somewhere in the kitchen and we see a shadow move along the wall. We soon see Joanne now slightly tanned and seems relaxed. She looks around the kitchen and sighs as she sees a note on the fridge.
Joanne: Dear boss, went out to get the shipment and dinner. We'll be back as soon as possible.
She grabs a bottle of wine and adds a small drop of something. She pours a glass and heads out of the kitchen and heads out into the hallway.
Voice Over: Do you know what it's like to be able to hear the small squeaks of mice outside? The whispers from the guards even through the walls? No... Only ones like me will ever understand what it is to see the world the way it really is. I know what most of you must think... Why don't you use all of your supernatural powers? Or why don't I just drain my opponents? There's rules... But when I'm in the ring, sometimes I forget that there's rules in the ring...
The sound of the front door is soon heard and Reno, Rude, Scarpaci and Uh Oh walk in. Uh Oh carries a brief case in his arms. The smell of blood filled her senses but they were spotless... But the case...
Joanne: How did it go?
Rude: It went good.
Joanne: Is that the stuff?
Reno: And the money...
Joanne raises an eyebrow and leans against the hallway table.
Joanne: Really?
Scarpaci: Yeah...
Joanne: So how did it all go down?
Reno: We sent Uh Oh in.
Joanne: What?
Rude: Yeah. He's the only one that is non threatening.
Joanne: So what happened? I mean you have the money and the stuff...
Uh Oh: Well I went in and we started talking. I made the deal, and bent down to pick up the briefcase with the stuff in it as bullets started to come through the window. I found a safe place to hide and waited until it was over.
Joanne looks at Reno, Rude and Scarpaci.
Joanne: And where were you three?
Scarpaci: We were in the car.
Joanne: So you just left him in there alone?
Rude: He was alright. He knows how to handle himself.
Joanne: Did you figure out who was shootin' at them?
Reno: By the time we got to the door the guys that were shooting were gone and they were dead.
Uh Oh: When everything was clear I grabbed both cases and walked out.
Joanne puts a hand on his face wiping away a bit of blood.
Joanne: Are you sure you're alright? I mean that could have gone down a lot worse...
Uh Oh: I'm fine. We brought dinner home too...
Joanne: Good. I'll have somethin' in a little bit... I just got up.
Uh Oh: Alright. Love you.
Joanne: Love you too.
Joanne walks back toward her office with her soft foot falls hitting the heavy wood under foot.
Voice Over: Loyalty... They all have their loyalty to me. My brother is blood, Reno and Rude have been with me since I was 16 and have always done everythin' I asked or even not asked of them. Uh Oh... He has been with me with for a while and stuck with me with everythin' that I have done. The KGB was like that... But now... Sinclair, Donzig, Eddie... All of you have betrayed us... But then again... Sinclair ever since you showed up you seemed to have a problem with me. Is it because you know I'm better than you or is it because I am the Amazon Champion and you'll never get your hands on the title? I'm not sure what it is but you need to take the stick out of your ass...
She smiles to herself as she walks into her office seeing her cat lying on the desk. The cat wakes up and stretches and purrs as Joanne sits down behind the desk.
Joanne: Sinclair I know what's goin' to happen in this match and it's not goin' to be pretty. I'm not goin' to hold back, let alone let you walk away with what is rightfully mine. I've worked hard to get where I am and to keep what I have away from the likes of you and anyone else that thinks they deserve a chance at it. You've managed to fight off anyone that is tossed against you and you claim you've never been pinned but you've lost... Me I've won, I've lost but yet I still a championship and you have nothin', and always WILL have NOTHIN'!
Joanne laughs as she turns looking at a case that was filled with titles. The Amazon Title sat in front and sparkled under the bright lights.
Joanne: It looks good there don't you think? That's why I'm goin' to give it up that easily. I mean think about it... What will replace it? The World title comes to mind... But I think I'll hold onto this one just a little longer and lose it to someone that is actually worth my time. You're second fiddle and always will be to people like me. Sinclair if you really think you have what it takes to put me down, then do it. Don't run your mouth and think that you can stand against me. Bring everythin' that you have into that ring, and try to take my title away from me... But we both know that it's not goin' to happen. Good luck there Sinclair... You're goin' to need it.
Joanne turns and faces the window as a puff of smoke seems to drift from the chair as the scene fades to black.
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