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| Tweet Topic Started: May 12 2010, 05:24 AM (1,382 Views) | |
| Packer | May 12 2010, 05:24 AM Post #1 |
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![]() Land of Confusion by Disturbed hits as the SWAT Mid South logo appears. Various video scenes that follow include: Eric Herrera and The American Freebear standing nose to nose...Sexy By Nature shaking hands with the fans as they come down the aisle...Tong Fairtex striking Tony Damico...Mr Pornstar holding the National title up after winning it...Montana falling from a scaffold...Adam Haven swinging a chair and missing Scott Diamond Studd...The KGB being upset by Sexy By Nature...Flamboyant Berry being thrown into the guardrail...The Happy Faces embracing after a win...Hennigan and Reyes in a joyous embrace after winning the Mid South tag titles..Sangre leaving the ring with blood on his face...Mr Pornstar on his knees grimacing in pain..The American Freebear holding the 2008 Hamilton Cup in the air...Brock Sisson choking Tong Fairtex on the ropes...Dragon Belt leveling RH3 with a superkick..Jade stomping away at Veronica Rodriguez...Lynn Brewster smacking Jamie Mae Dearmon in the face..Brian Brewster locking up with Adam Haven...Ned Chambers winning the very first St Valentines Day Massacre...Jason Stevens and Paul Soutter being pulled apart by security..Pagan holding Soutters briefcase full of money over his head...Adrian Tanner Jr throwing a wild right hook. Jason Birmingham holds the Hamilton Cup over his head...Freebear and Frostbite stand nose to nose in the middle of the ring. Lynn Brewster slaps Brandi across the face..Jake 'The Godfather' Stone and American Freebear stand nose to nose..Jack Kross stands on the arena floor seconds after winning the 2007 Massacre. Levi Watts holds up the 2008 Massacre Trophy..American Freebear holds the 2010 Massacre trophy high..Summer Sammartino climbs up on the turnbuckle and holds her newly won SWAT Womens title high The Georgia Dome erupts as Battleground is on the air!! Signs around the arena include: Summers my FAVORITE season!! Freebear fears The Godfather!! Jade left bruises on me!! Tum Tum is my Dad!! YES VERY GOOD!! Webber: Hello fans!! Welcome to Battleground!! SWAT is back live and on the air!! Im Warren Webber and as always, my partner..Frank Salazar!! Frank: Indeed Webber!! Tonight we're gonna see a BRAND NEW SWAT US Champion crowned..Frostbite..Troy Poole..and Eric Herrera will trade their titles in..LITERALLY..as they step into a Triple Threat Ladder Match in which the NEW SWAT US Championship belt hangs in the balance!! Webber: Also...we're gonna have a Street Fight between Gabby Micheals and Veronica Rodriguez..Gabby..for all intents and purposes cost Veronica the Womens title!! Frank: Veronica brought this on herself Webber!! Brandi made her a business offer and she declined it..So Brandi took the steps she felt needed to be taken. Gabby as recruited to do a job for Brandi and she did it..Veronica missed a Golden Opportunity!! Id take Brandi up on ANY offer she made ME!! Webber: I dont think you have the right plumbing for what Brandi is into Frank.. Ahab the Arab starts as shiek makes way to the ring on the back of a camel. Arab Girl carried small rug and once he enters the ring, he kneels and begins a prayer. after several minutes, he stands and prepares to do battle. Chester: This event is set for 1 fall..and it is the first match of Battleground!! Introducing first..he comes to us from Riyadh Saudi Arabia..and now resides in Hell Michigan..he weighs in at 245 lbs..He is Shiek Abdullah Farrouk!! Frank: Wonder who the Arab chick is...ya think they wear underwear under those gowns? Spirit of the Hawk(War cry mix) of Rednex hits as a Native-American come dancing off the ramp.Up on the big screen Native-Americans attack a village. Chester: And his opponent..he hails originally from Rotterdam Netherlands, and now calls Chicago IL home. He weighs in at 195 pounds. He is a former NHJW Light heavyweight champion, a former six man tag team champ, a former CWWA Lightweight champ. He is the leader of the infamous Playbox Inc. He is Tum Tum!! Frank: Am I seeing what I think I am? Tum is dressed in red and black outfit boots,shorts. Whats he got..10 grey hairs on his chest?? Webber: Both men walking to the center of the ring, Referee Mike Rakes giving the last minute instructions, neither man taking their eye off the other, the bell rings as both men start to argue. Frank: I wouldnt wanna try to translate that exchange for ANY dollar amount. Sheik raising his hands..hes challenging Tum to a test of strength here. Tum a bit hesitant at first, but obliges the Arabian bad ass. Both men locking up now...Sheik with an advantage, hes trying to put Tum to his knees, Tum pulls away and twists the arm, Step over armbar into a armwringer..Sheik in trouble here. He reaches for the ropes, but Tum pulls him back. Webber: Tum has waited a long time for this and hes not gonna let Sheik get away so fast. Sheik responds with a thumb to the eye, Tum releases the hold and backs away, Sheik lands a kick to the stomach, Tum doubles over as Sheik drops an elbow across his head, Tum down to his knees..Sheik hooks him..lifts him for a piledriver...Tum sitting out, preventing Sheik from lifting him. Tum takes the Sheik over with a backdrop!! Frank: Tum put the Arabian on his back!! The crowd erupts as Sheik hits the mat HARD!! Tum backs to the corner as Sheik gets up slowly..Running Spear!! Tum takes him down..Tum on top..throwing the fists!! Sheik is finding out he doesnt have a pushover on his hands here!! Tum stands and lays the boots in, Sheik rolls to the outside. Sheik is stunned by the assault from Tum..WHOA!! Tum connects with a Baseball Slide. Sheik knocked back against the rail. Sheik goes down to the cement floor. Tum slowly gets to his feet, he's not moving too badly for an old guy. Sheik drives a fist to the gut, Tum slowed but not stopped, he grabs Sheik by the ear...Tomahawk chops to the head..Tums going to town on him!! Webber: Sheik is being pounded back down to his knees!! Tum is handing out an ass whipping to the..OHHHHH!! Sheik scores with a blatant low blow, Tum falls to the floor as Sheik crawls away, hes catching a breather as Tum suffers the effects of the low blow. Sheik gets to his feet and raises his arms, he must be starting 1 of those prayers he does. Sheik grabs Tum by the hair and pulls him to his feet, Tum still doubled over in pain as Sheik places his legs around Tums head..hes going to either piledrive him or maybe go for the Pyramid Plunge....not on the floor!! Tums back will be broken if he...WOW!! Tum pulled awaya nd drove a headbutt below the belt!! Sheik getting a taste of his own medicine there!! Frank: That'll sure take the starch out of the old turban!! Sheik is in all KINDS of hurt here!! Sheik is down in a heap..Tum firing away with Rapid fire Tomahawk chops to the head and body!! Tum laying the boots in, Sheiks in trouble as the fans cheer Tum on!! Tum lifts Sheik and rolls him into the ring, Tum follows and makes his way to the corner, Tum waits for Sheik to get to his feet, Sheik very slow to get up, Tum is poised, Running Spear!! Tum connects with a Running Spear that takes the Sheik almost out of his boots!! Tum covers.. Referee Mike Rakes: 1..... 2..... Webber: Sheik escapes before the 3 count, Tum brings him to his feet, front chancery..Sheik tries to get free, but Tum wont release him. DDT y Tum..Sheik goes down again..Tum has the entire crowd behind him..the fans are chanting Tums name..this is nuts!! Sheik trying to crawl away..Tum grabs him by the leg and pulls him back..Sheik using his free leg to push Tum off, Tum hitting the corner and dropping to the mat. Sheik rolls to the outside...Tum shaking his head, he must have bounced his head against the turnbuckle, Sheik going into his trunks..whats he doing?? Frank: It might be that damn Rash coming back..they dont make a cure ya know.. Webber: Sheik has something, hes leaning against the apron, Tum getting to his feet, hes got the Sheik by the hair...HEY!! Sheik nails Tum on the jaw!! Tum caught off guard, Tum goes down lke hes been shot!! Sheik quickly rolls in..covers...Sheiks got the trunks!!! Tums out cold!! Referee Mike Rakes: 1..... 2..... 3 !!! Chester: Here is your winner...Sheik Abdullah Farrouk!! Webber: Sheik STOLE a win from Tum!! Sheik grabbed the trunks!! Tum got robbed!! Frank: Aww boo hoo Webber!! Is was ok for Tum to use those illegal Tomahawk chops!! Sheik just showed he wasnt afraid to take his OWN shortcuts! Edited by Packer, May 12 2010, 05:24 AM.
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| I ~ Mr.Ladykiller | May 12 2010, 11:52 AM Post #2 |
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Yes we just saw possible not the end of the feud between Shiek Farrouk and Tum Tum? TT: You won it,s okay but Farrouk you get slow you needed brass knuckles to get me on my back. No this is not the only time we will meet be sure you and I get in that ring once agian! A medic is doing the medical check-up on Tum Tum let us leave. Fade away |
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| I ~ The Shootfighter | May 12 2010, 03:19 PM Post #3 |
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(Jade is in the lockerroom readying herself for her three way match. She has a look of intense concentration on her face.) Jade: "Tonight I'm going to be well on my way to getting another shot at the SWAT Women's World Title! A title I should have gotten if it wasn't for that no talent bimbo bitch who's impersonating Packer's girlfriend! Well congradulations Sammartino, but when I get my shot at your title it's going to be your last time you'll reign as the women's champion! That's going to be another time!" (Jade puts her gear bag over her shoulders.) Jade: "Tonight I have a couple of minor pains in the ass to deal with! One of whom has been a pain in my ass for a while now! Yeah that's you Stormy Weather! I have to put up with your crappy promos and your equally shitty wrestling skills! I can hear your promo now....." (She impersonates Stormy Weather.) Jade: "Jade you think I stupid and dumb but wait until the match. I beat you and Donna Daze.....Duh!" (She grows serious again.) Jade: "Yeah I can't wait for your anticipated promo! Then there's that newcomer Donna Daze! Yeah Donna nice to know you're alive and present! Where's your promos...stuck in the middle of Stormy Weather's or are you hiding in them! I could care less, because if you aren't committed to this event Donna Daze! I suggest you get the hell out of this event and let a real woman compete and that's me!" (Jade sneers.) Jade: "Yeah you heard right Donna....me! At least I'm here to wrestle which is more than I could say for you! Of course you must have done it while I was either blind or distracted which isn't the case! Just remember one thing Donna! If you don't want to promo just run away with your fuckin tail tucked away in your ass as a lesson that if you want to compete here! You better promo or else! As for you Stormy Weather I'm going to make sure your forecast is stormy with a chance for damp and dreary weather forever! Goodluck to your two bitches if you bother to show up and be any factor in this match! Because I'm going to seek you out and destroy you two!" (She leaves and the scene slowly fades to black.) |
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| I ~ The Shootfighter | May 12 2010, 03:41 PM Post #4 |
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(Dragon Belt has finished warming up and is leaving the lockerroom to have a snack. He notices the camera as he leaves the lockerroom.) Dragon Belt: "Isn't it funny as the card is subject to chanmges and does at the very last minute. Now someone named 'Brushy' Bill Roberts or whatever his name is is entered into this event. However, I shall address this individual later. I'll begin with Marduk. Yes Marduk you want to get back into the hunt after those dimwitted 'Night of the Living Dead' extras did to you. I don't blame you for being upset. Still I know you are going to be a tough competitor, but still I plan on winning this event and getting back into the title hunt myself. Something I've been striving to do so for quite sometime." (Dragon Belt turns a corner and heads down a corridor.) Dragon Belt: "Then there's you Tyler Steele. A tough former SWAT North East wrestler. Oh you're going to be quite tough and you are going to give me a tough match as shall Marduk. Then again I've been there before and I'm not the type of wrestler who shall just let himself get pinned because he's told to. Oh no Tyler I'm going to be quite competitive in this match and I shall make sure I'm still a factor in this match. You won't forget you're in a match with me. That I can promise you Tyler Steele. That I can promise you." (He finds the catering table and goes over to it and looks over the selections.) Dragon Belt: "Now I get to you 'Brushy' Bill Roberts or whoever you are. You're name sounds quite weird and silly at best. Who would give you a name like that is beyond me. Why would you want to be part of this event is quite beyond me. For that matter why would you embarrass yourself in an event like this. You didn't even promo or try to introduce yourself. Not that you would probably care about that or anyone else. Still I'm not going to look past you or anyone else for that matter. Dragon Belt never does. You see it's like this catering table....." (He gestures at the table.) Dragon Belt: "Quite a selection and quite an unpredictable pick of food. Which would anyone prefer it depends on their tastes. It's an unpredictable mix of food for the palates. Still it's like this match. You can choose one thing and change your mind to choose another thing. You can have one thing to each and another one that you wish you had. Then again either one can upset your stomach as they say." (Dragon Belt chooses something light and healthy.) Dragon Belt: "However, I choose the true things to eat. Something that's enough to sustain you and fill you up without causing you to get sick in the stomach. Kind of like this match as I said. I plan on making sure all three of you get upset stomachs and I plan on getting back on the winning end of the column for a title shot. I'm not going to be letting anything get in my way not you Marduk. Not you Tyler Steele and certainly not you 'Brushy' Bill Roberts or whoever you are. I'm out to win it all and I plan on starting at Battleground. I do plan on winning and winning decisively." (He takes a bite of his meal.) Dragon Belt: "When victory comes my way it's going to be like this light snack. Something to savor for quite a while." (He leaves as the scene slowly fades to black.) |
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| I ~ Mr.Ladykiller | May 12 2010, 04:47 PM Post #5 |
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Stormy Weather didn,t wanna react on Jade but adviced to react. Stormy: Sweatheart you are good with your mouth and do back up what you say. Don,t think I don,t respect you as wrestler but you got a bad temper always. Could be because Tong want a little Jade or Tong but you don,t want because it would be the end of your career? Yes I think you don,t wanna wrestle with the knowledge your kid is growing up and you mis everything. Stormy Weather is lassing up her boots and leave. Fade in black. |
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| Frostbite | May 12 2010, 06:55 PM Post #6 |
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# Back in the SWAT Locker room # Our SWAT Camera see a ladder sitting right in the middle of the locker room, with what appears to be nobody around. Yes it is rather odd, but hey this is SWAT and they do certainly have a few odd characters running around, but nevertheless as our camera zoom right up the old what appears to be a 20 foot high ladder or so we think. Sitting right at the very top his Frostbite himself, looking quite relax, so much so to the point that his eyes are closed. As our cameras zoom in, the Cold Hearted Bastard opens his blue eyes and just by looking right into them, you can see and feel the intensity coming from the SWAT Mid-South Champion. Frostbite wearing a blue t-shirt with written in big white letters on the front it simply says..... THE SWAT US CHAMPION Frostbite has on long blue and black tights and blue boots. Frostbite looks down at the floor and then right into the camera. Frostbite: I know you are probably asking me. Just how in the hell did I get this ladder into the locker room? Frostbite shakes his head. Frostbite: But really, tonight SWAT crowns its first ever US Champion. Eric you and Troy Poole and myself are going to go out there tonight in hot Atlanta. Crowd: YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Frostbite: As we climb a ladder like this one and at the very top will be the US Title. Sure all three of us can imagine just how close each of us will get many times over and get knocked off this ladder a few times over. Bodies will be sore, we will be in lots of pain. But we will do our very best to block out that pain because we all want to become the first ever US Champion, but at the end of this night only one will be able to climb the ladder and be able to claim the top prize. Troy, this is a different situation from RIW where you our the general manager, and you get to step into that ring with one of the best in this business today. Troy will shall see if you are up to the task, in trying to clilmb this ladder and reach the US Title. How will be feel be this close. Frostbite holds his fingers apart. Frostbite: Only to have either myself or Eric knocking you right off that ladder as you go flying to the mat or possible floor and look up as I, reach the top of the ladder and capture the big prize. I want to see that look of disappointment on your face as I hold the new title high above my head. Troy, I will bank on this, that you will not walk out of here tonight with the title. Frostbite stands on the very top of the ladder. Frostbite: And as for you Hardcore Messiah, I think it is about time that you change your nickname. Because Eric I am going to beat you at your own game. All the words that we have thrown back and forth to the other, is all coming to an head. Harrdcore Messiah, well you can bank on this much............ Frostbite looks down as if he just might jump off the ladder. Frostbite: Eric I am going to teach you that you never get to big of a damn head. You think that you are God. Well tonight, God as finally met his match, in the Cold Hearted Bastard. Eric, tonight it is time that you meet your true messiah. The scene fades out. |
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| Nash | May 12 2010, 08:25 PM Post #7 |
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The scene opens in Eric’s locker room, where several weight sets are scattered around the place. He’s sweating profusely as his Zune MP3 player lays a couple feet away on the bench with the headphones hanging down. Eric is laying on the floor with his hands behind his head, indicating he was most likely doing sit-ups. The National Championship lays next to him as he sits up completing the sit-up then rests his hands on his knees letting out a sigh. Eric: Are you having fun making a dumbass of yourself, Frostbite? Because that’s all you’re doing each time you open that mouth. You speak of things you will never comprehend. You prove my mission to be true. No one understands why me and Sickle are “crazy lunatics” and they most likely never will. You proved my point for me with those words. They often look at his state of mind rather than his matches. Here’s a guy that has been competing actively since 1999 amassing a plethora of World Championships yet he never gets acknowledged. He never gets what he deserves, a hall of fame ring. That is the true shame around here. Just because of his mental frame, which doesn’t have anything to do with wrestling, they make his induction null and void. I’m here to honor Ariel James the man, the guy you people never got to meet. The man that is one of the smartest teachers I have ever met. The man that has been through hell and back and lived to tell it all. If that makes me a waste of space so be it. I would rather acknowledge true talent than being a whiny little bitch like Frostbite. He snickers and heads towards his locker. He opens it and takes a drink of the Gatorade bottle laying there, letting out a content sigh. He then wipes his face and sits on the bench with his head down. Eric: People like you give me a reason to live another day, Frostbite. Your ignorance is just too damn hilarious. So I carry around a god like persona huh? Just because I have confidence in my own abilities and make them shine the brightest? Hmm, last time I checked people actually recommend you to do that when going for jobs and overall life. At each and every training session you’re told to let your best qualities shine through to give people a reason to care about you. Yet when I do it, I committed a crime and should be excommunicated from the sport. (snort) Give me a fucking break, Frostbite. I don’t need your approval or the fans for that matter. They’re only crutches on my road to destiny. I don’t need any damn distractions. All I need is for you to shut the hell up and focus on what really matters. Focus on what I showed you in my last promo. How did American Freebear win his matches? Go ahead, put those videos on slow motion. He cheated each and every time. American Freebear has yet to pin me cleanly, and that’s not just ego speaking, that’s the honest truth that can be seen in each video. If you fail to see that, then I guess I’ve lost just about all respect for you both as a human being AND as a competitor. I got royally screwed, yet Heidi never gave me my damn rematch. I carried this company on my shoulders with each passing performance. Hell, even those idiotic fans know I’m the rightful champion based on how that idiot bear won it. Notice how the first match that he doesn’t cheat, he loses it to you. He cocks his head to the side slightly, smirking wickedly in the process. He lets the message sink in before breaking up the silence with a sarcastic tone. Eric: Not so delusional now am I, Frostbite? Because if you fail to acknowledge that, then I guess you’re saying your championship reign is null and void. We were both victims of circumstance, Frostbite, and you know it. I carried this company way before you even chose to sign. It was ME that made SWAT a hot commodity. It was ME that made it possible for you to know its existence back when it was still an Indy fed. It was ME that gave it worldwide exposure and gave them a champion it could be proud of. I don’t dance around the truth, Frostbite, I state it as it is. Look around you, no one has been able to pin me fairly yet. If you’re the first one to do it, then bravo, no sweat off of my back. But if you think for one second that a match outcome is going to change my legacy, you got another thing coming. I didn’t get this nickname by a god like complex or ego. I fucking EARNED this hardcore messiah nickname by competing in that element way before wrestling was even a DREAM to you. I’ve been competing actively since I was FIFTEEN YEARS OLD. Eight fucking years of blood, sweat, and tears, Frostbite… Eight years of bringing them a level of brutality that not even my own teacher, Ariel James, is capable of achieving. You think one simple outcome is going to change that? Then I guess those steroids are starting to take effect. It’s like me saying one pin fall is going to make you no longer be the Cold Hearted Bastard. You earned that name somehow and I’m not about to challenge it. Think before you speak, Champ… You’re embarrassing this company with your stupid responses. He shakes his head from side to side and stands up once more. He leans against the locker and scowls at the camera, getting heated with each passing minute. Eric: And just to clarify for you, Frostbite, since I’m sure that brain is starting to deteriorate with age… My students never betrayed me. I’ll spell it out for you once more… My school was burned to the ground. There’s no metaphor, no dancing around it… It’s gone, no longer exists. Go ahead and head down to here and you’ll see it’s the truth. I don’t need to make up shit to scare people, I tell it like it is and it’s something I’m not particularly happy with. My students know where to contact me and continue to stay in touch. I never gave up on my proteges, since I’ve always been a hands-on teacher. I just don’t see the point in rebuilding that structure once again. It’s not because of ego, it’s because of how cruel this world really is. Why do I even bother rebuilding it if there will always be someone looking to take credit for what I’ve done? Why bother if some jealous little prick is going to come around and take it away once more? That was eight years of blood, sweat, and tears, gone without me being there to prevent it. It made me realize that all that hard work was for nothing. I let other people control me rather than allowing me to be in control of said destiny. The fans may not win or lose the matches for me, but there is a set of morals that held me back by listening to them. There were several times where I could have incapacitated my opponent, but I didn’t out of compassion. I allowed them to tame the beast rather than showing them why I’m the true hardcore messiah. This hardcore messiah at his peak did things that even Ariel James would be scared of. You think he’s a lunatic? You haven’t seen nothing yet, Frostbite. When I’m dedicated to something, it definitely takes hell freezing over to snatch it away from me. You don’t know what you’re dealing with by messing with Pandora’s Box. It’s closed for a reason and at Battleground, everyone will learn exactly why. It’s obvious the subject has gotten to him. He has now tried to breathe in and out, trying to calm down but failing. Instead, he decides to change subjects before he says something he will eventually regret. Eric: As for Troy Poole, I haven’t forgotten about him. How could I? I was able to watch him dominate from a front row seat. I saw this guy grow from a young pup into a world champion. I was one of the first to hug him after he won the title. Even in my asshole days, I still had respect for the people that truly earned it. I got nothing against Troy Poole to be honest… Unlike my protege, there’s no chip on my shoulder or morsel of jealousy. He’s a man I’ve wanted to face for a long time, not because of ego but for the thrill of the fight. The man you knew in those three initials doesn’t exist anymore, Troy. Sure, you and that entire locker room got used to picking on me for being a jobber, for being a man that never lived up to the expectations. But let’s face it here… three long years have passed. No one would have predicted that I would become a teacher or a better competitor. Within these initials, I’ve become the only man to wear the National and Heavyweight Championships. Within these initials, I’ve gone through the fountain of youth and lived up to every single promise. I admired your work and hoped to someday face you, Troy, and that day has finally arrived. It’s sad that Frostbite had to be included in the match, dropping the IQ to extreme levels but that’s the set of challenges you meet when competing in this business. Regardless of win or loss, I will be man enough to shake your hand and appreciate what you’ve done. I won’t be like the rest and trash your accomplishments. You’ve earned that championship, Troy, and it will be an absolute honor to face you. The man that dominated EWA as its world champion for the better part of two years. The most dominant World Champion I’ve ever gotten the chance to meet. And it’s for all the marbles… It doesn’t get any better than this. Fade to black. |
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| I ~ Mr.Ladykiller | May 13 2010, 05:09 AM Post #8 |
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We had earlier the match between two old guys Shiek Farrouk and the white Native-American Tum Tum. We just got word from the office of Packer that there will be a rematch because the fans wanna see these two agiang. Tum Tum: Ok. a rematch Farrouk I said that you would fing out what the three stages of Shame are part one we did! It,s time for part two a match from your country only loser has to go on hands&feet What? I challenge you to a camel riding whip on pole match no who get the whip ain,t using it on the opponent,s body NO not really. Loser go on hands&feets and get saddle on his back and winner climb up him to get camel ride around the ring. Farrouk to be sure you nor I have foreighn objects in our trunk or so the referee will use the purple glove with a magnet in it(yes a body check). I think you wanna prove two things are a better wrestler then I and are great camel rider. Fade away. |
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| I ~ Christian | May 13 2010, 07:31 PM Post #9 |
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MEANWHILE... [How the fuck is the American Freebear supposed to know what's going on if he's stuck in traffic inside his vintage VW bug??? Sure, he's got a SWAT production crew with him, cameras, recording equipment and an extra large ham and cheese sandwich to pass the time... but he doesn't have wifi! That would just be unbelievable!!!!. He does have a cell phone, though; so let's not exagerate. Afterall, there has to be a number for Reginald P. Packer to call when the show starts and his main attraction isn't on set.] "Show's startin'??? Shiek beat Tummers? Where am I??? I'M STUCK IN TRAFFIC! THAT'S WHERE I AM!!! There's a big limo blocking the way and.... What? Jake Stone did what? THAT'S THE MOST COCKAMANY IDIOTIC PLAN I EVER HEARD!!! Trying to beat me... with traffic. [And then there was a wait. I mean, of course everyone's waiting in traffic but I mean that there was a pause in the Freebear's yelling as he just decided to chill out a bit. Then came the helicopter crane. Because Packer ain't missing out on his true main event for Battleground. Later...] "I am making my way to the Georgia Dome and I assure every one of my fans that I shall make it for Battleground because the American Freebear is the only bear that flies... even if it means getting his car picked up by a helicopter crane!!!! Because you cannot stop the strongest fighter of the Mid-South with mere annoyances, you have to put in your all, you have to put in your guts! You try to stop the American Freebear through bad driving? You try to annoy me into submission? You suck, Jake Stone! You suck and I'm gonna crush you good!" [From inside the tow-copter, the American Freebear get's the rest of the news from Packer as he continues his promo. He nods his head and talks back every so often, getting his news straight from the horse's mouth.] "You don't get it, do ya Jake? Anything you try, you can't get away from this fight: YOU HAVE TO FIGHT THIS BEAR! And this bear you cannot change. He's gonna bite the ever-lovin' shit out of you. He's gonna pound you until there ain't nothin' left to pound. he's gonna come down from the heavens themselves and splatter your guts all over the Georgia Dome as thousands upon thousands of wrestling fans look on. And you're tryin' to delay me... with traffic? THE AMERICAN FREEBEAR IS THE ONLY BEAR THAT FLIES! You should've expected some form of bullshit like this." [Tow-copter now leaning towards the Georgia Dome, gaining MAXIMUM SPEED towards his destination: BEATING THE FUCK UP OF SOME TRAFFIC-STALLING HISPETR DOUCHEBAG MOTHERFUCKER.] "When last you was locked in with the American Freebear, you pussied out. You made up a whole bunch of excuses over some sort of "sportsmanship" and you couldn't beat this Flyin' Ursine. You want to beat the bear, but you can't even man up, that makes you lower than an animal! Now look at that card we've got ahead of us? Frostbite? Eric Herrerra? I fought those men fighting for the top title in this promotion, I've beaten them both twice! Maybe more! Not Troy Poole, but I haven't even heard from him yet so he don't count." "What I'm saying Kid, is that you're facing a mountain of a man with some teenage pranks. Time to grow up and face the music. Time to look at yourself, and see how you stand up against the most fearsome monster of the South! Are you gonna fight, find something a wee bit better than the Hit you hit people wHit, fight your own fights outside of that club of posers you call the G-man, or try to win your wrestling matches through the inepcy of the American transport system? I'll tell you what I'm gonna do, Jake..." "I'm gonna fly!" [As we fade to the tow-copter descending upon the Georgia Dome...] |
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| I ~ The Shootfighter | May 14 2010, 04:06 PM Post #10 |
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(Jade has just passed the monitor and just heard Stormy Weather's comments. Jade's face becomes even more angry and darker than usual.) Jade: "Yeah Stormy Weather you really are pushing it now aren't you! Well Stormy Weather if you really respect me as a wrestler and that's something I heard before and look what happens! Well don't even mention Tong or I'll turn your weather outlook into a potential natural disaster! Don't believe me Stormy Weather! You just try me Stormy Weather!" (She looks at the camera as she whips out her Rambo Knife.) Jade: "You just try me! I always back up what I say and you and Donna Daze are no exception to my rule! Nobody!" (The camera slowly fades to black.) |
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| Frostbite | May 14 2010, 05:13 PM Post #11 |
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Moments after Frostbite has finally come down from off of the ladder that was in the locker room. He and Doomsday or leaning up against the lockers as they listen to Eric Herrera lastest rant. As the camera zooms right into the cold, and blue intense eyes of Frostbite. He can't help himself but just shake his head, after listening to Eric explain to the wrestling world just how in the hell he carried SWAT on his back since he arrived. Frostbite: Damn it Eric your act is getting quite old. You set here and say that I am making an ass out of myself everytime I open my mouth. Well maybe you better grab a few tapes of some of your last interviews and listen to yourself real damn closely before you spew anymore crap out of your mouth. Frostbite leans on Doomsday. Frostbite: I hope those three drunks that run this company are listening to what you have to said right about now. You carried this company if I have this correct. I actually thought Freebear had an ego, but I stand corrected it is you that have a bigger ego. And I can't believe you are now making excuses for your loses to Freebear, man that is low even for you. Frostbite clears his throat. Frostbite: ( trying his best to impersonate Eric Herrera, even though it isn't a really good one) Take a look st the film in slow motion and see just how I was screwed out of the title. Someone as great as God Almighty should not have to put up with this injustice at all. Doomsday has to laugh Frostbite's attempt to sound like Eric. Frostbite: You see Eric it is people like you that I can't stand one damn bit. You think you are the greatest thing to ever hit this damn ring. Hell I got a news flash for you just about half the wrestling world thinks the same thing. Look we can sit here all day and talk about how many titles that you have won, and compare them to some of the greats in the past and that will probably boast that ego of yours a lot more. I bet you are quite cocky right about now because we are about to step into that very ring later on this evening and get involve in your type of match. A ladder match. You say that this is your bread and butter and this is why you are the hardcore messiah because you thrive on a match like this. Well, Eric there is a very good reason why I am called a Cold Hearted Bastard. You see I like proving people wrong. I have been doing it for almost seven years and I still continue to do it to this day. Hey Frostbite you will never make it in this business. Bull Crap. Hey Frostbite you will never win a championship. Again what a load of crap. Hey Frostbite you will never become a World Champion. Kiss my ass on that one. You see Eric, I am going to take that ladder, don't really give a damn as to how many feet it is. And shove it where the sun don't shine. And after doing so, I am going to climb that ladder and win the SWAT US Title. And I am going to do so, in your type of match there Eric. You can sit in your locker room and try to boost yourself up and say that you are going to do it for this person or that person. And that there Eric gets under my skin. You don't do it for someone, you do it for yourself, that is what counts. Because that person can't help you in this match. You are saying that I am opening Pandora box, the only thing that you are opening up there Eric, is my rage and fury and it will all be on you. I don't fear you one damn bit, so get that through that thick skull of yours. Eric if you want a war you got one. But remember this much there Hardcore Messiah....... The messiah is going to bow down to The Cold Hearted Bastard. I told Freebear and I going to tell you there Eric. There is a new king here in SWAT and it does involve you there Eric. After tonight you will see just who is the King of Kings really is? Frostbite walks away, as the camera focues on Doomsday. Doomsday: Damn, Eric you have really piss me off. And when he is ticked off that makes him more dangerous. Doomsday walks off as the scene fades out. |
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| I ~ jimbiz | May 15 2010, 01:26 AM Post #12 |
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Here we are, in the Georgia Dome, home of the Atlanta Falcons and now the SWAT Battleground that is going on. The second-largest dome in the world is about to get bigger once the show gets going. The crowd is already ecstatic from the first match and we’re just getting started. Look around the arena. Look at the fans. Look at the noise! You can’t even hear yourself. This show is going to be off the hook. The camera pans the view at the ring, the ring announcers, the stage, the ramp, and the fans sitting on their seats in anticipation for the next match before fading to black. The screen is turned on again and this time we are backstage in someone locker room. The lights dimmed the gloomy room and the cool breeze from the ceiling fan hits the portraits of Kimberley Ann Michaels that fills the walls of the room hard, without damaging it. We see Women championship belts from various Indy Circuit inside the trophy case and we see the XPW Women championship lying on the crystallized square table that is in the center of the room. Parallel from the table, we see a Plasma TV with a wooden stand in the corner and it’s displaying what’s going on in the ring right now. The announcers are about to announce the next match as we catch some glimpse of the fans roaring in approval. Suddenly the door opens as we see the newest acquisition of SWAT, Gabriel Michaels, entering her lockeroom. Gabriel is currently wearing her custom-made ring attire and her hair tied in a ponytail. Without noticing the camera, she flicks the switch that turns off the ceiling fan. She then grabbed the remote from the table and pressed the power button, shutting the TV off. She then looks at the camera with a sigh of relief and begins to speak. Gabriel: You hear that? Nothing? That’s the way I like it. Silence. There are many ways to describe silence and there are theories on why someone wants to remain silent during certain current of events. I know I have been silent for a while after what happen at Vero on Massacre and it`s time for me to break the silence. People say that silence is sign for weakness, disinterest, hostility, and many more. People say that the reason why I have been silent for weeks is that I’m scared of Veronica Rodriguez. They say that the so-called “Wrath of Desert” will destroy me because of my actions at St. Valentine Massacre. They even claim that I might not even showed up in my match because of the harsh consequences I will faced one on one against Vero. Now answer me this question, why would I no-showed in my debut match? Gabriel pretends to wait for someone to answer her question before laughing and continuing her speech. Gabriel: The truth is that people seemed to mistake my silence for fear and it saddens me. I rather not bother talking bullshit in order to strike panic on his or her opponents and try to get a psychological advantage. I`m no psychologist, I`m a competitor. I don’t need words to strike fear on my opponents. I just tell them to look at my matches or just wait and see what happen to you in the ring. My motto is “talk is cheap and backing up your words is expensive” Some people can’t afford to talk so much shit and it sickens me when people feel the need to tell them who exactly they’re and why they should fear them. Vero, I know exactly who you’re. I did some research and I know what you’re capable of doing. I know about championship history and the legacy you brought in each you was in. I know about your highlights...and lowlights. I’m aware of what I was getting into when I attacked you from behind. To be honest, I’m ready for this. I was born ready to kick ass. I used to live in the streets, fighting both male and females, so I’m comfortable with our match that is going to happen soon. I’m the toughest SOB you will ever meet before. However, I don’t want to sound like a hypocrite, so you have to wait for our match tonight. I know you can’t wait judging by the lack of sleep you’re having. I can see it in your eyes. Gabriel giggles and then walks to the couch that was beside the table. She grabs the remote and turns on the TV. She presses the mute button and watches the match silently. She then looks back at the camera. Gabriel: Poor Vero. I ruined her special match. I committed a “crime towards this business.” Someone please take me to jail. I’m so scared about the consequences. Gabriel does a fake cry, but she couldn’t contain herself much longer before bursting into laughter. Gabriel: Spare me the bullshit Vero. As I said before, I knew what I was getting into by interrupting your match. Although I don’t like Summer and she does annoy me, I had a task to fulfill and completed that task. You want to know why I attacked you and working for Brandy. Well let it’s a secret and we all know that this business loves mystery and drama. The crowd craves for something new and I brought it. Everybody wants to know about my strange action and it will be reveal soon. People keep asking me “Why, gabby why?” or “Wouldn’t your sister be disappointed by your new attitude? This is not like you” Well guess what...I don’t care about that the critics says because deep inside my heart, I know my sister will always support me no matter what road I take. You can say that attacking you behind was a cowardly and rookie mistake, but the end of the day...I made an impact. After all, I’m the “New Impact” of SWAT. I’m the future of diva wrestling and I plan to stay here for a long time, whether you like it or not. You say that if I want to make a good impact, I should face you one on one. Well, isn’t why this match made? My impact will continue to make a huge crater-like mark in the women division that’s beginning for change. I will beat you in your so-called “environment” which is the street fight and you will feel the real wrath. I’m from the streets of Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Born in the cold and heartless environment and raised to fight anyone who wants to get in my way. Man or woman, I take them down! Therefore, I guess we’re kind of the same. The question is who is really better? We can talk all day and say why we’re better and what would happen in the ring tonight, but I rather display my talents and show you the real deal. Until then, I see you in the ring Vero. Gabriel blows a kiss to the camera before the screen fades to black. Edited by jimbiz, May 15 2010, 01:29 AM.
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| I ~ Nixx | May 15 2010, 07:03 AM Post #13 |
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The scene opens in a private dressing room in the Georgia Dome. Jake is in a black warm-up outfit working out with a trainer. After throwing a series of lightening fast punches & kicks, Jake looks over & notices the camera... Jake:So, you're up to your old stalking game, are you Mr. Cameraman? [The camera nods] Well, that's just fine; I was going to be looking for you soon anyway. So, Freebear...an airlift, wow....I have to say you caught me by surprise with that one. I may have to give you slightly more credit for intelligence than I had previously. You've been upgraded from having a pea sized brain to a nugget sized brain. You should feel honored; not many get such a complement from me. Anyway, so my sophomoric little pranks aren't to your liking? I was really doing it for you, Freebear. You see, despite all of this, I really like you, 'ol buddy Bear; in a friendly sort of way, not a gay sort of way. If I truly wanted to mess with you, I'd just have something nasty happen to that house you're so proud of or maybe...no, I won't give away too much of my game. Let's just keep it light & airy, shall we. I'm just trying to give you what you want after all, Freebear. You call me a fedora wearing hipster douche bag, you call me a kid, so I thought you'd appreciate a little childish humor & money flaunting; I guess that didn't agree with your rarefied tastes, Freebear. So, what am I to do? Go back to the hit & fade ninja act? Have the G men cowboy your ass? Send letter bombs? So many options, so little time. I also wanted to tell you that just because I have an entourage does not mean I'm hiding behind them. I told you right where you could find me if you wanted to have a little preemptive warm-up for Battleground, & I'm telling you again. My dressing room is in the expensive section; you know the ones not available to the common rabble. I'll even let them know you're coming as you've probably never seen this section of the building before; they don't just let anyone in, you know. I don't know where you get the idea that I'm trying to duck you, buddy, or the idea that I'm in some way afraid of you. Ducking you would be stupid as you're my ticket to the big time, & fearing you would be equally disastrous as scared people make mistakes & so far, I haven't made any yet. You can growl & hiss & snap the air with your almighty jaws; you can even talk about how you're going to haul your pendulous girth up on the top rope & leap on me in that homo-erotic fashion of yours...can we say, "Bear 4-1-1!", but the bottom line is Freebear, you haven't faced me in a real match. The Massacre was a street fight & in a street fight you maximize your opportunities; you just happened to make better use of your opportunities that time. That's it, nothing more; but until you put my shoulders to the mat, until you leave me out cold on the side of the ring,& until you make me scream "I Quit", you haven't proven shit! That's the simple truth, Freebear, & that is what gnaws at your belly whenever you think about me or this match. You see, you really don't know what I'm capable of, while I have innumerable tapes & video stream to study on you. I can pinpoint your strengths, weaknesses, & quirks, while the best you'd be able to find on me is a few martial arts meets from five years ago; & that only if you really looked hard. I am an unknown commodity, Freebear, & despite my talk about "sportsmanship", I really don't play fair. [Jake walks over & picks up his kendo stick from the bench] You see this, Freebear? This is the kendo stick I took out the Alley Cats with; its purpose is not yet finished. It won't be done until it shatters on your neanderthallic bear skull. Won't it just be poetic justice that you get taken out in the same way those losers were taken out. Why, wouldn't that make you just as much a loser as them, Freebear? Why I think it would! Get yourself ready, Yogi, because Bear Force One is about to be grounded, & when you're lying amidst the wreckage of your failed attempt to take out the Next Big Thing, remember this...I told you so! See you in the ring, Freebear! Jake goes back to his workout, this time adding the kendo stick into his routine as the scene fades to black... |
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| I ~ Mr.Ladykiller | May 15 2010, 09:03 AM Post #14 |
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Stormy Weather just saw on a monitor Jade who is piss off. Stormy Weather: Sweetie are you afraid your husband sees that I,m more woman then you ever will be? I,m sure you are tought that are most girls here so that,s not new! Yes it,s true you back up everything you say,but sweetie there is still the baby issue. I,m sure you got a soft side but after be used to train with guys your soft side is gone! Stormy grab a bottle with juice and drink some off it! Stormy: I wouldn,t think a moment would I had choose between my career and my kid. Your so tough that wouldn,t know which end off your body the baby is coming out. Talk is very nice but action is what the fans wanna see! Stormy Weather is under-way to the room everybody wait before his or her match. Fade in black |
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| I ~ The Shootfighter | May 15 2010, 09:42 AM Post #15 |
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(Jade has just saw Stormy Weather's promo and is even more steamed than she looks.) Jade: "Stormy Weather if you even think I'm not going to kill you before! Well guess what Stormy Weather! You're now on the death list! Yeah Stormy Weather you'd better be prepared to die, because when I'm through with you I'm going to probably be arrested for murder! Jealous?! No! You're a House of Whores member and you couldn't have proper sex even if you had it with a real man! So one more comment! Just make one more comment and you'll see what happens in the ring when I unleash upon both you and Donna Daze a deadly assault! Don't think I wouldn't either!" (She sticks her face into the camera a look of murder in her eyes.) Jade: "I would! I would!" (The scene slowly fades to black.) |
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