"The door is open!"

[In steps "Shooter" Jason Lockhart with the MSW Heavyweight title across his shoulder, and the BPP All-Asia Heavyweight title around his waist.]

"Sit down!"

Jason Lockhart: " I would rather stand"

[Tai Haven is spotted sitting behind his desk with a cigar in his mouth.]

Tai Haven: "Well it seems a mistake happened when you supposedly won the MSW Heavyweight title… You cheated and well with Rowell going from region to region he hasn't had the time to kick your ass and take the belt off of you once again."
Jason Lockhart: "Do you have a point to all of this?"

[Haven shoots an evil grin.]

Tai Haven: "You're stripped of the MSW Heavyweight title set it on my desk and be on your way."

[Lockhart approaches the desk and sets the belt down.]

Jason Lockhart: "You're a piece of trash just like everybody in MSW, or The Unexpected whatever they're calling themselves these days. You will pay for it as will Rowell… you just may pay for it now."

[Jason begins to walk towards the other side of the desk as Haven gets up. There is a knock at the door and Preston Price walks inside as Lockhart backs away and heads out of the room.]

For a price I'd do about anything
Except pull the trigger
For that I'd need a pretty good cause
Then I heard of Dr. X
The man with the cure
Just watch the television
Yeah, you'll see there's something going on

[Dark dives off the top rope and then nail 2 Sizes too Small through the Commentators table as Leone's head gets driven through the table by Dough-Nut with the assistance of Dark.. Dark helping Dough-Nut back up as they pull Leone back into the ring. The ref getting back up.. Guest Dazed in the corner Dough-Nut slides into the ring and makes the cover on Leone..]

1..

2..

3!!

[Dough-Nut throws his arms up in celebration as Darkest Dark jumps up and down the ref handing them both the SWF World tag team titles.. Dough-Nut getting back up to his feet.. Leone completely unconscious as Guest slowly comes back to his senses.. and gets back up to his feet Dough-Nut and Dark celebrating too much to notice.. Guest sliding out of the ring and grabbing a steel chair and sliding back in.. Guest charges at Both Dough-Nut and Dark with the steel chair as all of a sudden they both turn around and slam the tag team titles into the chair slamming it into his face and busting him open.. as he staggers around for a bit and then collapses on the ground]

Got no love for politicians
Or that crazy scene in D.C
It's just a power mad town
But the time is ripe for changes
There's a growing feeling
That taking a chance on a new kind of vision is due
I used to trust the media
To tell me the truth, tell us the truth
But now I've seen the payoffs
Everywhere I look
Who do you trust when everyone's a crook?

[Wally punches the mat as he gets to his feet. He rolls the referee out of the ring and talks trash to the other. Easton sneaks up behind Renfield and nails a belly to back suplex. With Renfield lying on his stomach, Dan stands over his back, grabs Wally by the legs, and sets him up for a typical texas cloverleaf, but then kneels one knee down into the center of the SWF Heavyweight champions back and pulls back as far as possible, listening for one of two things, either the opponent tapping out or the opponents spine cracking or breaking]

Jimmy Peckman: HOLY SHIT!

Larry Dots: ?

[Wally screams in pain as he tries to grab the ropes but cannot make it. Renfield doesn’t want to give up but the pain is too much he taps out? Wally Renfield taps out! DING! DING!! DING!!]

[Joey getting up to his feet slowly as he turns around and Dough-Nut dives off and grabs Joey in mid air and hits the jumping swinging Tornado DDT.. THE DOUGH-NUT!.. Joey is out in the middle of the ring and penguin can't believe it on the outside of the ring as Dough-Nut goes down for the cover...]

1...

2...

3!!!!

Larry Dots: Oh MY GOD!.. HE DID IT!..

Revolution calling
Revolution calling
Revolution calling you
(There's a) Revolution calling
Revolution calling
Gotta make a change
Gotta push, gotta push it on through

[Saint and Deke tie up with Deke getting the advantage, and Deke just levels Saint with a shot to the pills. The fans boo as Saint hits the mat. Deke walks over to B.A.D. and picks him up. He knocks B.A.D. down with a hard right hand and pins B.A.D. who kicks out again. Deke picks B.A.D. up but B.A.D. fires back and kicks Deke in the gut and swings, but Deke is kicked down to the ground by Saint. B.A.D. notices he missed cause of Saint and he goes after Saint with a rush of energy. He swings at Saint but Saint ducks and corners B.A.D. on the ropes. Saint swings but B.A.D. ducks and Saint flips over the rope and to the ground. B.A.D. walks over to Deke and picks him up. He punches Deke and moves Deke close to the ropes. B.A.D. throws a right hand which is blocked by Deke. Deke kicks and........ CRADLE SUPLEX DRIVER!!!!!! He pins B.A.D.]

1!!!!!

2!!!!!!!

Dots and Peckman: KICKOUT!!!!! HE KICKED OUT!!!!

[Deke is shocked and pins B.A.D. again, but this time the pin involves a holding a handful of B.A.D.'s hair and putting his feet on the rope.]

1!!!!!!!!!

2!!!!!!!!!!!!

3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Saint gets up just in time to see Deke raising his hands. Saint can't believe it as Deke is handed the Sadistic title and is named the SWF Sadistic champion. Deke lifts it up as Relearn Love hits the P.A. system and the crowd boos as he walks out with the title.]

I'm tired of all this bullshit
They keep selling me on T.V.
About the communist plan
And all the shady preachers
Begging for my cash
Swiss bank accounts while giving their
Secretaries the slam
They're all in Penthouse now
Or Playboy magazine, million dollar stories to tell
I guess Warhol wasn't wrong
Fame fifteen minutes long
Everyone's using everybody, making the sale

[The figure picks up the title and raises it. The crowd gives a mixed reaction pop. The figure once again reaches into his cloak and pulls out a lighter and some oil. He pours the oil on the ropes. Then flicks the lighter....]

[FIRE!]

[They are all trapped in there. SWF officials run to ringside to put out the
fire.]

Figure: I guess you would all like to know who I am...

[The figure removes his hood....GASP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

[HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!]

[CHRIS SAINT IS BACK!!!!!!]

I used to think
That only America's way, way was right
But now the holy dollar rules everybody's lives
Gotta make a million doesn't matter who dies
Revolution calling
Revolution calling
Revolution calling you
(There's a) Revolution calling
Revolution calling
Gotta make a change
Gotta push, gotta push it on through

Tai Haven: “But back in business… I had my company taken away from me by Eric Dane and Kurt Swagger… They took off after they realized they couldn’t handle running a federation of this magnitude… It is hard work I knew after I was screwed out of the business they would try and kill the best wrestling region ever in Michigan.”

[Tai Haven sets down the suitcase.]

Tai Haven: “I am taking over the SWF… But not as the boss, or a wrestler… I am going to kill the SADISTIC WRESTLING FEDERATION!

ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE!

Tai Haven: “I will be starting a new federation INSIDE of the SWF! There isn’t anything anybody can do about it! I have also brought somebody with me! Here is…

I used to trust the media
To tell me the truth, tell us the truth
But now I've seen the payoffs
Everywhere I look
Who do you trust when everyone's a crook?
Revolution calling
Revolution calling
Revolution calling you
(There's a) Revolution calling
Revolution calling
Gotta make a change
Gotta push, gotta push it on through

[SWF OR MSW?]

Jimmy Peckman: “Welcome LADIES, GENTLEMEN, BOYS AND GIRLS!!! THIS IS SWF/MSW COLLISION!!!! This is our last live show of the year besides for the WWA Cruiserweight title match that will take place on the best of 2004 show!”

Larry Dots: “Tonight is an exciting night when Ryan Matthews takes the WfWA International tonight! We also have an exciting SWF Heavyweight title match tonight inside a STEEL CAGE!”

[The unforgiving steel cage is sparkling in middle of the arena in the air.]

Jimmy Peckman: “I bet with the bad blood between Chris Saint and Dan Easton it will surely be an unforgiving match! Saint stopped Easton’s reign, Easton stopped Saints region and tonight Easton’s reign will continue or Saint will become the first three time SWF Heavyweight champion!”

Larry Dots: “It will be one sadistic match!”

Jimmy Peckman: “Another match I am looking forward too is the Tri-Cities title match featuring one of SWF’s rising stars The Tower, NWL’s RJ Harris, and MSW’s Preston Price who is the champion!”

Larry Dots: “Don’t forget we also find out who the mystery opponent for Deke Rivers is in the hellacious ladder match going on tonight!”

Jimmy Peckman: “Lets get the first match underway

[La Brujah and Lonewolf tie up and Lonewolf tosses La Brujah across the ring. Brujah gets to his feet as Lonewolf spears him to the ground. Moments later Lonewolf has La Brujah to his feet and nails a huge powerbomb and covers him for the one two three.]

Peckman: And we are set for our next match up, which will determine the number one
contender for the Sadistic Championship.

Dots: Why do we even air this crap?

Peckman: What? Joey Average and Ultra Breadman are two great athletes, and deserve
just as much time as some of our main eventers.

Dots: Are you on smack?

[ The lights slowly dim. A single spotlight focuses
it s aura on the big screen which in turn, lights up.
There we see a classical animation, similar to what
you d see on a Bugs Bunny cartoon. The logos of the
SWF and MWF can be seen side by side. The left of
them is a box with a handle, the box reads TNT . An
odd looking gopher type creature can then be seen
sneaking towards the TNT box. Once he reaches it, he
looks around to make sure nobody is there. He then
jumps into the air and comes down on the handle ..]

BOOOOOOOOOOOM!

[ Both logos explode into little pieces and a cloud of
smoke, both on the screen and in the entrance way.
When the smoke clears, three letters are seen TCW .
The crowd, those familiar with the TCW, pop when they
see this.]

One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
Well I ain't seen my baby since I don't know when,
I've been drinking bourbon, whiskey, scotch and gin
Gonna get high man I'm gonna get loose,
Need me a triple shot of that juice
Gonna get drunk don't you have no fear
I want one bourbon, one scotch and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer

[ The edited down version of George Thorogood s 1
Bourbon, 1 Scotch, 1 Beer begins to blare. The crowd
pops as the two man wrestling unit of the TCW emerges
from the cloud of smoke. First we see Little Joey
Average. He is decked out in a one piece blue denim
jump-suit. The letters TCW are written in brick all
over the suit, in every which way imaginable. Standing
by his side is Stringbean Melly. He is wearing a
similar jump suit except his has sleeves. On his
chest, the words The Baby Oil Assasin are written in
cursive.]

But I'm sitting now at the bar,
I'm getting drunk, I'm feelin' mellow
I'm drinkin' bourbon, I'm drinkin' scotch, I'm
drinkin' beer
Looked down the bar, here come the bartender
I said "Look man, come down here"
So what you want?

[ Melly takes his hands and slides it through his
soaking wet hair, which has had baby oil poured all
over it. He slaps hands with the fans as he makes his
way down the aisle, pissing a number of them off in
the process as he gets baby oil all over their clothes
via the slash created from the hand slapping. On the
other side, Joey is able to do it in a clean manner.]

One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
No I ain't seen my baby since the night before last,
Gotta get a drink man I'm gonna get gassed
Gonna get high man I ain't had enough,
Need me a triple shot of that stuff
Gonna get drunk won't you listen right here,
I want one bourbon, one shot and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer

[ The two men reach the ring. They each go in an
opposite direction in order to slap hands and great
the fans. Joey slides into the ring. Melly more like
glides into the ring, his baby oil streaking the ring
itself.]

Now by this time I'm plenty high,
You know when your mouth a-getting dry you're plenty
high
Looked down the bar I say to my bartender
I said "Look man, come down here", he got down there
So what you want this time?
I said "Look man, a-what time is it?"
He said "The clock on the wall say three o'clock
Last call for alcohol, so what you need?"
[ Joey hands out in the corner as Melly begins the
process of removing his clothing. He slowly,
seductively even, begins to un do his jump suit. He
removes it to reveal him wearing nothing but a pair of
skimpy blue wrestling trunks with TCW written in
brick on the back. His infamous contraption that holds
two baby oil bottles to his wrists is also removed.
His body is SOAKING in baby oil. Each step he takes,
more drips off.]

One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
No I ain't seen my baby since a nigh' and a week,
Gotta get drunk man till I can't even speak
Gonna get high man listen to me,
One drink ain't enough Jack you better make it three
I wanna get drunk I'm gonna make it real clear,
I want one bourbon, one scotch and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer

Peckman: Here comes the average American male, Little Joey Average.

Dots: Man what does the rest of the world thing if this is what is considered average?

Peckman: What?

Dots: Come on the guy is fat. And since when was 6'1 average?

Peckman: What crawled up your ass today? All your ex wives catching up with you
or something?

Dots: Shut up!

["Step up" By Drowning Pool as Ultra Breadman walks from the back apparently
not his regular super hero self.]

Peckman: Breadman on his way to the ring.

Dots: Looks like he lost his best friend.

[Breadman makes it to the ring and slides under the bottom rope.]

Dots: Maybe he forgot to eat his wheaties this morning.

Peckman: He sure isn't the Breadman the fans came to see.

Dots: "These fans come to see him?

[Breadman goes to hit one of his super hero like poses, but waves it off in a what
ever fashion. Breadman turns and is leveled by a flying lariat from Average.]

Dots: Average doesn't seem to care if Breadman is ready or not, he nearly took his
head off there.

[Average rolls to his feet and moves in on Breadman. Breadman springs to his feet
and sends a vicious super hero type high kick towards Average. Average ducks out
under the kick and spins around Breadmand grabbing him around the waist from behind.
Breadman counters with a spin around, and quickly tries to take Average down with
a bulldog, but Average counters by tossing Breadman off, sending Breadman to the
mat on his back.]

Peckman: These two are not the most technical wrestling in the SWF but they sure
are trying to put on a show tonight.

[Breadman springs back up and stares at Average with his, 'I will smite you evil
doer' look. The two bounce off opposite ropes and charge full steam towards one
another.]

Dots: What is Breadman thinking, Average has a good hundred pounds over him.

[Moments before impact Breadman dives at the knees of Average with a shoulder block
like move, connecting with the left knee of Average as he tried to avoid the impact.
With Average down embracing his knee, Breadman quickly springs to the top rope.
Average slowly gets to his feet, still crouched somewhat as he tries to rub out
the soreness in his knee. Breadmand dives off the top, conneting with an Axe kick.]

Peckman: Super Ultra Bread Slicer

Dots: It's over.

[Breadman covers.]

1...

2...

3..

Peckman: No!

[Average tosses Breadman odd of him with ease.]

Dots: Average isn't finished yet.

[Both men get back to their feet.]

Peckman: Breadman was looking for the early win, but had no luck.

[Average over takes Breadman and forces him into a corner. Average measuers Breadman
with several lefts and right punches to the face.]

Dots: Average is breaking this match down into an all out fight.

Peckman: Well that is what he is going to need to do to over take the faster Ultra
Breadman.

[Average goes for a back elbow, but Breadman ducks under and pushes Average into
the corner in his place. Breadman mounts the second rope and lays into Average with
right hands.]

CROWD:

1!

2!

3!

4!

5!

6!!

Dots: Breadman can go street fight if that's what Average wants.

[Average grabs Breadman by the waste, steps out from the corner and quickly traps
Breadman in a bear hug. Breadman screams in pain.]

Peckman: The big man is trying to squeeze the life out of Breadman.

[Breadman tries to make Average break the hold, but is unsuccessful. Feeling the
breath being forced from his lungs, Breadman strikes out. Breadman lays into Average
with hard right hands. The first flinch the big man, the second a little more, and
the third that catch Average in the left eye, causes him to release the hold. Landing
on the mat, Breadman charges into the rops and springs back with a flying forarm
smash, Average moves slightly and catches Breadman, then falls backwards hotshotting
Breadman on the top rope.]

Dots: Average really is trying to take Breadman's head off.

[Average rolls to his feet, pulls Breadman to his and tosses him into the corner.
Average quickly follows in and goes for a splash, Breadman senses the pain, and
quickly ducks down to avoid the impact. Breadmand gets part way down before the
impact and his head meets the mid section of Average. Average sinks to the mat holding
his midsection.]

Peckman: Unintentional low blow by Breadman.

Dots: I don't think that was unintentional at all, I think he did it on purpose.

[Breadman heads to the top rope, and quickly dives off with a flying headbutt, and
quickly makes the cover.]

Peckman: Breadman going for the win once more.

1...

2...

[Average kicks out.]

Dots: Average not having any part of that.

[Breadman pulls Average to his feet and sends him into the rops, Breadman charges
into the opposite ropes and springs back towards Average. Average connects with
a Lou Thez Press and begins to lay in with right hands on Breadman. Breadman tries
to block as man hits as possible as he tries to roll Average off.]

Peckman: This really isn't the technical match they first started off with.

Dots: No it is broken into a real fight, and I love it.

[Average regains his feet, and waits for Breadman to gain his. Breadman regain his
feet and is quickly caught with a Yakuza kick from Average, average quickly follows
that up by a leg drop on the fallen Breadman, and rollsover for the cover.]
Peckamn: Average no going for the win.

1...

2...

3..

Dots: NO! Breadman barely slides out before the three count.

[Average slaps the mat with both hands in frustration.]

Peckman: Average has been trying everything to keep Breadman down, but hasn't found
much luck.

Dots: How would you feel knowing you out weigh a guy by about a hundred pounds and
not be able to keep him down.

[Breadman springs to his feet and charges to the ropes, as Average regains his he
is caught with a running clothesline that sends both men over the top rope and to
the outside.]

Peckamn: Breadman turning the wick up.

[Breadman pulls Average to his feet, but on teh way up Average grabs Breadman by
the front of his trunks and pulls him head first into the security rail. Average
gets to his feet and hoist Breadman high above his head.]

Dots: Average showing he has some strength in that big frame of his.

[Average tosses Breadman back into the ring between the top and second ropes, then
slides in under the bottom. Average covers.]

1...

2...

Peckman: Breadman gets his foot on the ropes to stop the count.

[Average goes for a suplex, but Breadman hooks the leg to stop it. Breadman slides
his head out, ducks under and spins behind Average. Breadman quickly hoists Average
up and connects with a german suplex. Breadman pulls Average to his feet and sends
him into the corner. Breadman charges in and connects with a splash and immediately
follows up with mounting the ropes and laying into Average with punches.]

1!!!

2!!!

3!!!

Peckman: ULTRA!

4!!!

5!!!

6!!!

Peckman: BAKERS!

7!!!

8!!!

9!!!

Peckman: DOZEN!!!

10!!!

[Average counter with a low blow hidden to the ref, then follows it up with a quick
powerbomb and holds on for the cover.]

1...

[As the ref counts Average puts his feet up on the ropes for leverage.]

2...

Peckman: Average is going to...

3...

Peckamn: Steal the win...

[Average drops his feet from the rope before the ref can see them.]

Dots: Average has done it. He has foiled the SWF Super hero Ultra Beadman!

Peckman: He cheated...

[Ref call for the bell.]

Dots: It was a clean win.

Peckman: You even watch the same match as I did?

Dots: Yeah, Little Joey Average took a clean win, over the good for nothing Breadman,
in a hard faught battle.

Peckman: What?!?

Dots: Face it the better man won, point blank.

[We cut to the backstage area. We are in the pigsty, err, dressing room of the WWA World Tag Team Champions. Only “Little” Joey Average is there amongst all the filth. There are pizza boxes, Taco Bell wrappers, empty soda cans, Jack Daniels’ bottles and ring gear all over the floor. You can’t even see the concrete bottom. Joey’s sitting underneath an open locker talking to himself.]

Joey: Damn pigs, it’s good they give the WWA champs these big dressing rooms or else we’d have raccoons nibbling at your crotc….

Melly: Who’s nibbling at your crotch? Not I!

[The camera pans over to an adjacent room. There we see Stringbean Melly in nothing but a pair of really, really, really short. They are blue denim and barely go past his crotch. He has a towel on his head and is soaking wet having just stepped out of the shower.]

Joey (under his breath): I’m sure you’d like that…

Melly: WHAT???

Joey: Nothing. I said this bench sure is sturdy.

[He walks through the rubbish and over to Joey.]

Melly: So, now that you are the #1 contender for the Sadistic title, are we gonna move into phase two of our plan?

Joey: Yes. I believe the time has come for Phase 2.

Melly: Word!

[A few moments of silence.]

Melly: Wait, what’s Phase 2 again?

[Joey is left to shake his head.]

Joey: Phase two is where we do what we were supposed to be doing all along, Bean.

Melly: Oh yeah…. What was that?

Joey: That was what we did in the OCW. That was to infect our vile and poison into the very foundation of the SWF!

Melly: Well, why didn’t we do that before?

Joey (shrugging): I dunno. We got drunk, stoned, sued, won our titles, been on the set of porn movies, we had a lot of shit going on.

Melly: True dat! So, what’s the end result out of all this?

Joey: We do what the original mission of the TCW was. To eradicate all those more polished, more accomplished and more talented then us. Bean, it’s time for the TCW to…. TAKE OEVER THE SWF!!!!!

[They high five as the crowd outside pops.]

Joey: Next week, “the warning” is comi…

<I>KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!</I>

[Bean hurries over to the door. He opens it. We see two very eccentric looking fellows. They are both dressed in tight black leather pants, no shirt, leather jacket, sunglasses. The one on the left has a nose piercing; the one on the right has both his nipples pierced.]

Melly: Joey, this is Bruce and that’s Lance. I met them downstairs they are big fans!

Joey: You’ve got to be shitting me?

Melly: They wanted to meet me and they are really great guys. They invited me out to party tonight, wanna come?

Joey: FU*K NO!!!

Melly: Alrighty then, your loss dude! I’m out!

[We cut out as Melly leaves with Bruce and Lance.]

PECKMAN: Now let’s get this match underway!

The bell rings and the three men circle each other cautiously. RJ Harris feigns a charge at Tower, but relents.

PECKMAN: It looks like they’re all being a bit cautious in the early going.

DOTS: Since when is cautious interchangeable with boring?

At the referee’s urging, the men inch closer to each other. Preston Price and Tower make eye contact with and without hesitation, they both charge at RJ Harris. Harris valiantly tries to fight off both men, but they overpower him and force him into the corner. A barrage of punches and kicks knock Harris down to the second turnbuckle. Price and Tower run to the opposite corner. Price takes Tower’s arm and Irish Whips him at the downed Harris and Tower connects with a knee lift. Price charges in behind Tower and connects with the same.

DOTS: That’s some nice team work by my favorites in this match. That’s why they’re winners and RJ Harris is just a fan-pleasing nobody.

PECKMAN: He HAS won a WWA Championship.

DOTS: You and your statistics…what have they ever proven for anybody?

Tower lifts Harris back to his feet and cracks him with a wicked knife edge chop. Harris tries to cover up, but Tower pushes him back and connects again. Meanwhile, Price runs back to the opposite corner. He signals to Tower who holds Harris in the corner. Price begins to charge, but Harris pushes Tower away at the last second. Before Price can react, Harris sidesteps him and pushes him in the back, sending him over the top rope with his own momentum. However, his glory is short lived as Tower shoulder blocks Harris, crushing him between the big man and the turnbuckles.

PECKMAN: And it looks like we’ve developed a singles match up as Price lays in a pile on the outside.

DOTS: Harris threw Price over the top rope. Isn’t that a disqualification?

PECKMAN: Yes it is…IN 1987!!!

Grabbing Harris by the back of the head, Tower begins slamming him face first into the top turnbuckle. Harris drops to his knees and Tower turns his back, taunting the crowd.

PECKMAN: Tower is looking very good so far in this match. He might turn out to be the spoiler of the night.

DOTS: I still have my money on Price. The man is talented, he’ll find a way.

Tower turns his attention back to Harris. He drags the man to his feet, whips him into the ropes and drops him with a big boot. Harris falls backwards hard and Tower goes for the pin…

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2
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Kickout!

PECKMAN: You can’t beat a former Heavyweight Champion that quickly.

Tower stomps Harris and gets him back to his feet. Irish whip, but this time Harris ducks the big boot and springs off the ropes…Tower is taken down with a spear.

PECKMAN: Harris with signs of life!

DOTS: Maybe, but Price isn’t out of this yet…

Indeed, Price is just rolling back into the ring as Harris gets back to his feet.

PECKMAN: Harris doesn’t see Price coming up from behind him!

Harris backs up into Price who reacts quickly, lifting him up and slamming him with an F-5.…

DOTS: That’s the History Maker!…Consider Harris dead!

Price goes for the cover…

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2
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3!!!

PECKMAN: Harris is eliminated!

Price runs to the corner and jumps on the top turnbuckle, celebrating and yelling at the crowd, who boo in response. Meanwhile, Tower is back to his feet and creeping up behind Price.

DOTS: What’s going on? Has Price forgotten that this is an elimination match?

PECKMAN: He may just have, but I don’t believe Tower did…

Tower shakes his head, but turns around, and surprises Price by setting him up and slamming him down with a crucifix power bomb.

PECKMAN: That man has some type of power!

Tower holds on for a pin and waits for the count…the ref is slow to react.

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2
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Kickout!

PECKMAN: Tower almost had it right there! We almost saw a new Tri-Cities Champion!

DOTS: No, get up Price! Fight back! I want my paycheck this week!

Tower gets back to his feet enraged and gets in the face of the ref. The ref tries explaining himself, but Tower lurches forward, backing the helpless man into the corner.

PECKMAN: Tower needs to get his head in the game…He’s giving Price some much needed recovery time.

DOTS: Quiet…he might hear you.

Price slowly gets back to his feet and sees Tower arguing with the ref. Price charges across the ring and shoulder blocks Tower in the back, crushing the ref between Tower and the corner. The ref crumples to the mat holding his midsection and Tower turns to meet Price face to face…erm…face to chest.

PECKMAN: Here we go…this is a stare down for the ages.

Tower grins as he is obviously in an advantageous position. However, that position is quickly lost as Price drops to his knees and lands a low blow. Tower drops to his knees and Price takes the opportunity to roll out of the ring.

PECKMAN: Hey, what’s he doing? Get away from me Preston! Get away from me!

Price grabs the helpless announcer and throws him at Dots. He threatens the duo a bit and then proceeds to steal Peckman’s chair, returning to the ring with it.

PECKMAN: What’s that guy doing? Why did he take my chair? Where am I supposed to sit now?

DOTS: Peckman, your chair is as good as anybody else’s to clobber The Tower with. It’s the real deal and made of steel.

Tower shakes off the low blow and returns to his feet just as Price enters the ring with the chair. Price swings the chair wildly at Tower, but Tower instinctively ducks, countering after a spin with a boot to the chair, causing it to crack Price in the face.

PECKMAN: Well, that plan sort of backfired, didn’t it?

DOTS: Shut up! This match isn’t over!

PECKMAN: I think it just might be…Tower is lifting Price up…

Tower lifts Price up into a vertical suplex position, but then falls back, letting Price’s face splatter across the mat. Price is out cold…

PECKMAN: That was The Hand! Tower just landed his finisher! This one should be over!

DOTS: Over? Who’s going to count for the big man?

Tower stands up excitedly, but notices the ref, squirming in the corner. Knowing he can’t win without him, Tower begins shaking and patting the ref on the back. Slowly the ref regains his composure and gets back to his feet. But he notices something. He looks from Price’s motionless body to Tower to Peckman’s steel chair and then back to Tower.

DOTS: What’s he doing?

The ref walks over to the ropes and yells something to the timekeeper. Suddenly the bell rings and an announcement is made.

Zorana Blair: The referee in charge has called for the end of this match…Your winner by disqualification…and STILL SWF Tri-Cities Champion…PRESTON PRICE!!!

PECKMAN: This is insane! It was Price who brought the chair in the first place!

DOTS: Yes! Yes! I get to eat this week!

The crowd erupts immediately in a chorus of booing at the god-awful decision. Tower just stands there stunned. He takes a step towards the ref, who wisely retreats out of the ring. The Tower looks at Price’s fallen body and kicks the bottom rope.

PECKMAN: I don’t think this sits well with The Tower.

Tower lifts up Price’s limp carcass and looks into the crowd who suddenly begin chanting his name. He sets Price up between his leg and then lifts him up in a piledriver position. He inches his way until he’s set up over the steel chair and then drops backwards, crushing Price’s face onto it. The crowd pops.

DOTS: Oh my god! What’s he doing? It’s not Price’s fault that Tower’s a cheater!

PECKMAN: The fans love it though! They know who really deserved this match!

Tower’s music replaces Price’s over the sound system and Tower raises his hand to the air, causing the fans to erupt again. He rolls out of the ring leaving Price beaten and bloodied.

Deke Rivers came down to the ring with a serious look on his face. In the stands, the crowd lined the entrance way, curious to see who the mystery man was. Suddenly the music hit and out ran former SWF Heavyweight Champion and on-again, off-again rival to Deke Rivers, “Ruthless” Wally Renfield. Furious, Rivers charges his challenger and a brawl ensues. The two men go at it outside, using chairs, stairs and the railings to maul at each other before finally entering the ring causing the bell to ring. The fight goes back and forth and seems more like something you’d see in UFC than something that comes from a wrestling ring. Using stiff elbows, knees and fists, each man bloodies the other until there a pool of crimson in the middle of the ring. Finally, Renfield slips up and misses with a wild haymaker. Rivers pounces on the opportunity, and lands a driving ddt. Renfield is seemingly out cold but Deke wants just a little more. He lifts Renfield up and taunts him a bit before attempting to lift him onto his shoulders for his Philosophy Maker. However, Renfield squirms out of it and falls behind Rivers. A few quick elbows, followed by a kick to the knee, and Renfield is able to set Rivers up and connect with The Ballad of Dwight Frye. With the momentum behind him, Renfield sprints over to the corner and climbs to the top rope. He leaps off and connects with the Renny Deluxe. He covers…one, two, three. Renfield wins, becoming the new SWF Sadistic Champion.

[Terminal Frost came out to a half cheer, half jeer reaction from the crowd, until C.J. Rowell attacked him from behind with a chair. Rowell began stomping away at Frost's left leg, then repeatedly used the chair upon that knee. Rowell, whose wife died just days ago during labor, was unstoppable. He was just a wreck, and was screaming frantically at Frost while he was down.]

[The match spilled into the ring, where Frost managed to gain an advantage, and went for a German Suplex, but Rowell reversed out of it and nailed Frost with his Paralysis for the win.]

[The show switches to Jason Beck backstage. He has a microphone in hand and a small frown on his face.]

Jason Beck: Hello ladies and gentlemen.. I have very sad news this evening. Cult favorite "Darkest Dark" has been injured in a tragic unicycle/hippopotamus accident. I spoke to Dark earlier this evening.

[A tape of Darkest Dark sitting in a hospital bed in a full body cast is shown, Jason Beck stands next to him.]

Jason Beck: Dark: What exactly happened?

Darkest Dark: I could tell you… But then I'd have to kill you. What I CAN say though, is that all hippopotamus’. Or hippopotami to be precise. Are going straight to HELL. That fucker ruined by unicycle!

Jason Beck: And… broke all of your bones.

Darkest Dark: oh.. yeah.. That too.

Jason Beck: *Ahem* this has been Jason Beck in the hospital with a full-body-casted Darkest Dark. Now, back to the show.

[The lights dim.]

Right up in here, is the sweet spot
Stay right up in here, and don't bend unda pre'sure
Is that what it is? The cake will do
Uhh, uhh uhh, the cake will do
Tell em, fuck the shame, tell em
Fuck the game, don't let the game fuck you
Check it out

[FLASH]

CHRIS SAINT

[Out comes out SWF savior Chris Saint. His long blonde
hair is down covering his face. He is wearing a black
shirt which says "The Living Legend" in white print.
His small frame radiates the power of a champion.
Saint has been in many hardcore battles and this one
will be no different.]

I - opened up shop at 13
Dimes, dubs, quarter sacks and O-Z's
From hand-held, digital to triple-beam
Now my pa-ger's an e-mail flip screen
Expanded my game off into amphetamines
Looked around and had a small wall green
But tha word out on tha street is that u fucked wit my
fiends

Them niggas around tha corner then let tha thing beam
Now they done let it burn out, phone a ching ching
Just another - hustle to add to my schemes
Just another piece of the puzzle to my dreams
cuz the house, the cars, and the coffee take green
I might ride tha range wit tha Roley on the rocks
or push a candy colored cutless wit a matchin T-shirt
When the - spot get hot don't stop, move shop
Find another block restock and take it from the top
now

[Saint snaps his head up and his hair falls behind his
hair. Now Saint's face is visible. A new passion of
anger is in the blue eyes of Chris Saint. Saint slowly
begins to walk down the ramp. He never takes his eyes
off of the ring. Saint has gotten a lot of fan support
as of late but he doesn't seem to care.]

Greed, Hate, Envy but cake will do
Fuck tha game don't let the game fuck you
Follow the rules stay cool and rock jewels
Greed, Hate, Envy but cake will do

[Saint slides into the ring and crawls to the center.]

So you think you're the shit nigga YA smell me
Shouts out to my nigga NORE
I'll never take another man's glory
Shit don't mix like Shaq and Kobe
Now you know me, I be low key
On these icey roleys Scob done showed me
And hoes ignored me, now they blow me
Them niggas that loaned me now they owe me
Oh me Oh my I can see tha greed and tha envy in yo eyes
Now call me a lie

While you five stand by I stand by tha captain
Hoe play now did somebody page Samson
I stay cheefin' higha than a hooker on the weekends
Seven days a weekend man, I walk in yo church reekin
Now Lester called me a heathen old fish eyed fool
Bitch had the nerve to repeat old fish eyed fool

[Chris Saint stands in the center and looks at all the
fans around him. With a sudden movement, Saint rips
off his shirt and reveals his muscular body. A large
panther tattoo is on his back. On his right chest
muscle reads "Revenge" in blood red ink.]

Peckman: "Saint is fired up and ready to go as we no wsee the cage being lowered
around the ring."

Dots: "Saint knows full well that this may be hi last chance at the SWF Heavyweight
championship. He blows this one it could be all over for him."

Peckman: "I find that hard to believe, he is already a two time SWF Heavyweight
champ, will the third time be the charm?"

[A slow melodic guitar riff begins to play over the loud speakers]

### It seems so hard... ###
### To stay so positive... ###
### I know how it feels... ###

[A single red spot light fires up on the entrance way as the music picks up slightly.]

### It just takes time... ###
### Somethings got to give... ###
### Don't let the negative... ###
### steal the blue out of the sky... ###

[Music picks up more as Dan Easton in a black and white singlet, black wrestling
boots, a single black elbow pad on his left elbow, black framed Oakley sunglasses
and the SWF Heavyweight title slung over his right shoulder, steps from the back.]

### Don't leave it all behind... ###

[Dan begins to make his way to the ring. Dan pauses occasionally to look out at
the fans from behind his shades.]

### This is Life, this is it... ###
### It's not everything you want... ###
### It's everything you can't believe in... ###
[He pauses half way down, looks up at the monsterous cage surrounding the ring,
then continues his way to the ring.]
### It's not worth leaving... ###
### Yeah this is life, once again... ###
### It's been knocking at your door... ###
### You ought to let it in.. ###
### It's not worth wasting, it's time you faced it... ###

[Dan makes it to the ring, climbs the steps and steps in through the door of the
cage. Once inside, Dan tosses the SWF title to the ref, removes his shades tossing
them out of the door, then prepares to do battle.]

Dots: "You said earlier that Saint looked fired up, don't count out our current
champion, he looks just as fired up."

Peckman: "Easton is the champ, he is the man to beat, no doubt about it."

Dots: "And we are just about ready to..."

[Ref calls for the bell as he hands the SWF Heavyweight title to an attendent out
side the cage.]

Peckman: "And there is the bell to start it off."

[Easton and Saint circle the ring staring in each other.]

Dots: "Saint and Easton have both done battle inside a cage not so long ago.
Saint came out the winner that time. Easton hoes that result won't be the same this
time."

[The lock up in the middle of the ring. Saint gains the upper hand using his speed
and whips Easton into the ropes. Easton bounces back and is caught with a super
kick. As Easton's head snaps back, Saint catches him with a leg sweep, followed
quickly be an elbo drop.]

Peckman: "Saint really showing his speed against the big man here tonight."

[Easton does a hip up to get to his feet as Saint does the same. The two lock up
once more, this time Easton catches Saint with a knee to the midsection, followed
by a swift stiff DDT.]

Dots: "Easton is no slouch either, he isn't going to let Saint one up him here
tonight."

[Both men hip up once more as their stares towards one another intensify, they lock
up once more.]

Peckman: "We knew this was going to get intense."

[Easton spins around and goes for a german suplex, but Saint block and spins around
for a german of his own. Easton blocks and surprises Saint with a back elbow. Easton
spins around and goes for a clothesline, but Saint ducks with a falling dropkick
that catches Easton in the chest sending him back first into the cage.]

Dots: "There is no doubt both these men have the techincal background."

[Saint moves in hoping to catch a stunned Easton off guard, but Easton isn't as
stunned as Saint was hoping, and is caught with a kick to the midsection followed
by Easton grabbing Saint by the back of the head and slamming him head first into
the cage.]

Peckman: "These two along with Jason Lockhart nearly tore the steel cage they
were locked in apart, and I don't think they are going to take it any easier on
this one."

[Saint stumbles back and Easton levels him with a clothesline. Saint shakes it off
and quickly hips up once more. Easton grabs him and sends him into the ropes. Saint
runs the ropes and springs off with a moonsault body block, that catches Easton
off guard sending him crashing him to the mat with Saint ontop. Easton shows his
strength and tosses Saint off of him with ease.]

Dots: "I hope our viewer at home have their drinks in hand, cause this could
be a long one."

[Both men get back to their feet, Saint tries for a lock up but Easton drops to
one knee and catches Saint with a low blow, Easton springs back to his feet and
grabs Saint before he falls to the mat. Easton hoists Saint in the air and tosses
him powerbomb style into the steel cage. The cage bows, but springs back sending
Saint back into the ring into the wainting arms of Easton who delivers a over head
belly to belly suplex.]

Peckman: "Easton seems to be wanting to really take it to Saint with power
moves."

Dots: "Good way to stop a fast man, is to flatten him with power."

Peckman: "So long as you don't get run over by speed in the process."

[Think Saint may be out of it, Easton starts to climb the cage. With Easton mid
way up the cage, Saint springs to his feet, runs towards Easton and jumps off the
mat grabbing Easton by the waist. Saint catches Easton off guard and takes him back
down to the mat with a classic take down, and quickly spins it into an STF.]

Peckman: "Easton didn't see that coming."

[After a couple of seconds Easton uses his power and forces his way out of the hold.]

Dots: "But how do you hold down a man that can likely single arm curl more
than you weigh?"

[Both men get back to their feet, Easton fires out with a clothesline, but Saint
ducks under and quickly catches Easton with a neck breaker. Saint floats over and
begins laying into Easton with punches.]

Peckman: "Saint turning up the aggression."

[Easton forces the lighter Saint off and quickly gets back to his feet. The two
quickly lock up, Saint tries to send Easton into the ropes but Easton holds on and
pulls Saint into a clothesline, followed up quickly by an knee to the throat. Easton
grabs Saint and hoist him off the mat and high in the air in a gorilla press. Easton
goes to slam Saint into the cage, but Saint slides out and catches Easton with a
quick German Suplex. Easton rolls through back up to his feet and is quickly met
with a diving clothesline.]

Dots: "Saint nearly took the current champs head off."

[Saint gets back to his feet and moves to the cage and begins to climb. Easton gets
back to his feet and follows after him, meeting him at the top of the cage. Both
ment straddle the top of the cage and exchange punches. Easton tries to push Saint
from the top, in the process Saint uses Easton's weight against himself, to toss
Easton from the top of the cage. Saint looks over the side of the cage, then down
at Easton.]

Peckman: "It's all over, Saint is going to be a third time SWF Heavyweight
champion."

[Saint dives off the top of the cage.]

Dots: "What the?"

[Landing on Easton with a 540 splash.]

^^^ Holy Shit ^^^

^^^ Holy Shit ^^^

^^^ Holy Shit ^^^

Peckman: "The fans are loving this action."

Dots: "I can't believe Saint gave up the chance to win back the title to hit
that move on Easton. That could very well cost him later."

[Saint hoists the larger Easton to his feet, and quickly delivers a bearhug slam
on the big man. Saint springs back to his feet heads towards the rops and spring
back off with a sling shoot moonsault. Easton Raises his knees before impact and
Saint lands hard.]

Peckman: "Easton always aware of where he is in the ring no matter what state
his is in."

Dots: "I am sure he knows he is in Michigan Jimmy."

Peckman: "Not that kind of state you retard."

[Both men get to their feet, Easton grabs Saint by the arm and sends him into the
ropes. Saint bounce back and Easton catches him with a spinning power slam.]

Dots: "Easton trying to embed Saint in the canvas."

[Easton quickly applies a Dragon Sleeper on Saint and wrenches down around his neck.]
Peckman: "I think Easton is trying to tear his head off."

[Saint fights to get free, but the mssive arms continue to hold Saint down. As Saint
continues to fight his way out, Easton pulls Saint off the mat and in the air much
like a verticle suplex while he continues to hold the Dragon sleeper on.]

Peckman: "Easton really showing his strength now."

Dots: "Easton truly feels he has been over looked by the entire WfWA, and with
shows of strength like that I would almost have to aggree with him."

[Easton quickly falls to the mat, making the Dragon Sleeper into a Dragon Brainbuster,
as he slams the head of Saint in the mat.]

Dots: "Man he spiked him."

[Easton rises back to his feet and looks out to the crowd with his cocky ass grin
plastered upon his face.]

Peckman: "Easton feels hwe has this one in the bag."

Dots: "With a move like that wouldn't you?"

[Saint, not out of it yet fires out at Easton with a leg sweep bringing th big man
to the canvas.]

Peckman: "Saint's not done yet."

[Saint moves over and locks on an armbar with arm scissors, on Easton's right arm.
Easton tries to pull his arm out but is unable to do so.]

Dots: "Saint may be on to something here, take out his arms you take out his
ability to hit those power moves, or hold on the submissions that he is so profecient
at using."

[Easton rolls to one knee still trying to break free of the hold, the pain starting
to show on his face somewhat.]

Peckman: "Easton looking for any way out of this hold, but Saint really has
it locked on."

[Easton regains his feet with Saint still holding on to the arm bar. Easton fights
through the pain, and hoist SAint high in the air still locked onto his arm. Easton
slams Saint to the mat, but he continues to hold on.]

Dots: "Saint is not ready to let it go yet."

[Easton repeat the same step a coupl emore times until Saint releases the hold.]
Peckman: "The big man is free, and trying to shake it out, but has the damage
been done?"

[Saint heads into the ropes and charges back at Easton. Easton quickly counters
with a 180 degree spinbuster slam on Saint, and springs back to his feet. Easton
pulls Saint to his feet and quickly send shim face first into the steel cage. The
cage shakes.]

Dots: "I think they are looking to destroy this cage just like they did the
last one."

Peckman: "I guess it is true, you can't contain to giant egos inside a steel
cage."

[Easton grabs Saint by the back of the head and mashes it into the steel mesh, grinding
it along as if he was grating cheese. Saint fights back and slams Easton head into
the cage.]

Dots: "Here comes more blood!"

[Saint spins Easton around and sends him into the opposite ropes. Easton bounce
back and Saint catches him with a flying clothesline. Saint rolls through the move
and heads up the cage, but Easton is on him before he can get to far, and while
standing on the second rope grabs Saint and delivers a huge diving powerbomb on
Saint.]

Peckman: "Saint head hit hard, he surely wasn't expecting that. He could be
out cold."

[Easton rolls to his feet and slowly begins to climb the cage, opposite of where
Saint lays in a daze.]

Dots: "Easton well on his way to retaining."

[Saint snaps out and quickly hips up to his feet. Finds where Easton is nearly at
the top of the cage, and charges towards him. Saint runs up the ropes and jumps
towards Easton, grabbing the cage not a foot away from him. The cage begins to shake.]

Peckman: "What a show of drive by Saint."

[With out any more warning the side of the cage gives way sending both men sprawling
to the floor outside, had this been on any other side than the entrance way both
men would be in the crowd right now.]

Dots: "WHAT THE FUCK!"

[Ref calls for the bell.]

Peckman: "It's over!"

Dots: "But who won?"

Peckman: "I think Saint touched down first."

Dots: "I was sure it was Easton."

Peckman: "Good thing we're not the officials."

[Both refs stare at each other, neither knowing who to call.]

Dots: "They look as confused as we are."

[A third offical sprints from the back, he talks to both the official at ringside.]

Peckman: "I am being told that this steel cage match has been declared a draw."

Dots: "A DRAW! WHAT!"

Peckman: "But will continue as a normal match once both men can get back into
the ring."

[From out of no where CJ Rowell springs with a lead pipe in hand.]

Peckman: "What the hell is he doing here?"

Dots: "He is under SWF contract."

Peckman: "No he is under MSW contract."

[Rowell pushes the ref aside that was helping Saint to his feet, winds up with the
pipe, and slams it into the back of Saints head.]

Dots: "If Saint wasn't out cold before he sure the hell is now!"

[With out hesitation Rowell moves towards Easton, pushes the refs aside and helps
Easton to his feet.]

Peckman: "Easton has screwed Saint out of the title!"

[Rowell hoists Easton's arm up in the air looking for a response from the crowd.]

Dots: "Eastona nd Rowell together? This can't be!"

Peckman: "My go no! Easton has turned his back on the SWF!"

[Rowell releases Easton's arm as Easton tries to shake out the cob webs. Easton
turn towards Rowell with a surprised look on his face, and is quickly met with a
lead pipe between the eyes. The first three rows of the crowd hear the sound and
quickly see the blood from Easton's now broken nose as he falls to the floor.]

Dots: "NO! ROWELL HAS SCREWED EASTON AND SAINT!"

[EMTs and Security rush in pulling Rowell away and helping the fallen SWF heros.]

Peckman: "There is no way this match can continue now. Both men are down, and
possibly out of wrestling for a ver long time."

Dots: "Where does this leave the SWF Heavyweight title?"

[Silence as we watch Peckman try to listen to his ear piece over the noise of the
crowd.]

Peckman: "I am being told, as a result of the cage falling and no winner being
decided, the SWF Heavyweight title is now vacant."

Dots: "WHAT?"

Peckman: "VACANT!"

Dots: "I heard you, I just can't believe it. Rowell has screwed Saint, Easton
and the entire SWF."

The lights in the arena drop to near-dark, and the Sadistic-vision gives an eerie, almost moonlike glow, barely enough to light the entrance.
An sweet, angelic tenor voice comes over the public address system.

And thee shall knoweth not fear, for thou shall walkest with me all the days of thine life.
"Bring Me to Life" by Evanesence begins to gently fill the speakers, as a single spotlight hits the rampway, revealing a man on one knee, his head bowed.

#How can you see into my eyes like open doors
#Leading you down into my core
#Where I’ve become so numb without a soul my spirit sleeping somewhere cold
#Until you find it there and lead it back home

The man opens his arms wide, holding his palms skyward.

#Wake me up
#Wake me up inside
#I can’t wake up
#Wake me up inside
#Save me
#Call my name and save me from the dark
#Wake me up
#Bid my blood to run
#I can’t wake up
#Before I come undone
#Save me
#Save me from the nothing I’ve become

The man stands, long red hair circled about his face, obstructing it from view. He continues to hold his arms out straight, the palms still upward, as if waiting on a blessing from on high.

#Now that I know what I’m without
#You can't just leave me
#Breathe into me and make me real
#Bring me to life

A single word appears in large, blood-red letters on the Sadistictron, lighting the man below, dressed in a long white trenchcoat. His red boots peek out from beneath the bottom hem of the coat.

NIGHTBRINGER

The crowd roars to life, the thunderous ovation shaking the very foundations of the building as the former World Champion raises his face to view for the first time.

#Wake me up
#Wake me up inside
#I can’t wake up
#Wake me up inside
#Save me
#Call my name and save me from the dark
#Wake me up
#Bid my blood to run
#I can’t wake up
#Before I come undone
#Save me
#Save me from the nothing I’ve become

The Nightbringer begins his descent to the ring, taking slow measured steps as he rolls his neck and flexes his wrists, preparing for the task at hand....his eyes transfixed on his opponent.

#Bring me to life
#I've been living a lie, there's nothing inside
#Bring me to life

Corey reaches the ring steps, and pulls a small rubber band out of the inside pocket of the trenchcoat. He gathers his hair back in the famous ponytail, and fashions the rubber band around it. His eyes have still not left his opponent.

#Frozen inside without your touch
#Without your love darling
#Only you are the life among the dead

Corey begins to climb the ring steps, still in the slow, measured steps taken to get to the ring itself, his ice-blue eyes still trained on his opponent.

#All this time I can't believe I couldn't see
#Kept in the dark but you were there in front of me
#I’ve been sleeping a thousand years it seems
#Got to open my eyes to everything
#Without a thought without a voice without a soul
#Don't let me die here
#There must be something more
#Bring me to life

The Nightbringer begins to take off his trenchcoat, looking at the approaching referee with a look that makes him back off a step or two. Corey finishes with the removal of the coat, and drops it on the floor at ringside as an attendant comes scrambling down the aisle to collect it.

He places his hands on the top ropes, then stretches a bit as the song continues.

#Wake me up
#Wake me up inside
#I can’t wake up
#Wake me up inside
#Save me
#Call my name and save me from the dark
#Wake me up
#Bid my blood to run
#I can’t wake up
#Before I come undone
#Save me
#Save me from the nothing I’ve become

Corey grabs the top rope, and slingshots himself into the ring, staring down his opponent.

#Bring me to life
#I’ve been living a lie, there’s nothing inside
#Bring me to life

The music begins to fade as the referee checks Corey over, looking for foreign objects as the Nightbringer stares straight ahead.

Zorana Blair: Your first competitor in this triple threat match for the WWA International Title. He weighs in at 235 pounds. He is “Nightbringer” Ryan Coreyyyyyyyyyyy!

(The lights in the arena go out as we see on the Sadistic-Vision a view of a city in ruins as we seemingly rush toward it, then take trips down several side streets, seeing rubble and debris along with human skeletons strewn about. At this point, a voice begins to speak...)

Devastation the likes of that which you see can only be caused by one man...

(At this point we reach what appears to be the city center, and a huge bonfire is burning, a solitary figure beside it, seemingly intent on just watching the flame. We slowly circle in from above, dropping down as the voice continues to speak.)

Only someone trained can bring this kind of destruction....

(We come closer to the figure, dressed in a scarlet and grey football jersey and we almost recognize who it is before the screen cuts to black before coming back to a dark, starlit background. The same figure steps into a circle of light that suddenly appears....)

Someone....like.....

(The voice then starts strong and then sounds as though it's being slowed down and stretched as it says...)

Ry...Ry...Ry....Ryan Matthews...

(It is at this point that we finally see the figure's face...the face of Ryan Matthews...then the picture quickly goes to static and an explosion can be heard, followed by the words...)

SMACK MY BITCH UP!

(Just then, "Smack my Bitch Up" by Prodigy begins to play as Matthews throws aside the curtain and enters the arena, clad in an Ohio State Football Jersey complete with the Scarlet and Platinum O that hangs from a chain around his neck. He immediately begins hearing the merciless boos of the crowd as they all seem to hate him just for his preference in which team he supports...He begins making his way down to the ring as the song continues...)

(At this point Matthews reaches the ringside area and quickly slides under the bottom rope into the ring. He then stands and goes to center ring, then raises his arms to both sides and immediately gives the crowd on either side of him the middle finger salute, his head tipped back as though he's drinking in the thunderous chorus of boos that are raining down on him as the song continues...)

(After a few moments of this the song abruptly cuts off with a huge hiss of static, and Matthews walks over to the far corner facing the aisleway. He then signals the referee to come over and check him. When the referee has finished checking him for weapons, Matthews hops up on the top turnbuckle and takes a seat facing the entranceway and checks himself over before removing his bit of jewelry and handing it to the ringside attendant with a stern warning of what would happen if something happened to his "ice". He then focuses himself on the task at hand, checking the tape on his hands, checking to see if his wrestling boots are on tight, and then hopping down off the turnbuckle and slowly rubbing his hands together, waiting in anticipation for the match to begin...)

Zorana Blair: And his first opponent! He weighs in at 250 pounds. He is “The Real F’n Deal” Ryan Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaatheeeeeeeeeeeeews!!!!

Larry Dots: It looks like he’s ready for this opportunity!

[ The arena goes black as 2pac's voice comes over the loud speaker.…]

[2Pac]

Nigga we doin this shit from Cleveland to LA
nigga whatever you niggas want we bringing it
Thug Luv nigga what time is it yo I don't give a fuck where you lay at
it's time to slay these bitch made niggas

[Bizzy-overlapping Pac]

Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv

[2Pac]

they ain't even knowing what type of niggas we is where my thugs at!!

[Sound of bullet being loaded inside the chamber and eventually shot...]

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony I know you niggas been waiting for this shit for a long time
well here it is nigga here it is what you gone do with it

[White lights shine over the entrance way as Daishi stands, wearing a black gi top that has a bust of a silver dragon stretched across from his right shoulder over to his left shoulder. A silver mask in the form of a grotesque skull with horns, covers his face as he slowly walks to the ring. The fans in awe of the man who was once known as Sam "The Man" Horrey.]

[Bizzy]

Well I must be close to the Armageddon lord you know
That I won't fly that lesson you taught me to pull out my wesson you brought
And am I stressing it softly get 'em up off me cause all
We wanted was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto
I want settle get on my level they can't
Stop me or drop me nigga they got me fuck naw
Little Pac get schizophrenic and manage to damage all y'all
I'll talk about 'em and you don't really want it
Cause they're cornered and I want 'em to jump up
I'd rather say that we came to shut 'em all down
So quick to test bullet yes declare war
Roll and I'll blow when I get the gun for the murder mo' horror
For what the did it all pause for the cause and I
Fin to pull a nine or pistol little nigga wit mine fuck dem niggas it's on
All y'all fall Bizzy gettin bitches test me bless the floor
In any attempt to arrest me stress me lord
Looking at death with the last of my breath
Follow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps
Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets
Deep in the leaves I'm alone nigga believe
That I can see it if needed an if you really want me in
Well let it be and get the greens and be runnnin up over Cleveland

[Sam gets to the ring steps as smoke billows from beneath them. Stepping into the ring, he stares across the ring, as he takes off the gaudy mask. The camera pans on his face and bald head covered in Japanese Characters as he sits in some sort of meditation...]

[2Pac]

Hahaha what's poppin nigga
put your motherfucking hand on your strap nigga
Thug Luv nigga we can do this like punks
and punk it out or be like gangstas and slug it out
pull your strap on me nigga and you better kill be thug life baby
I'll probably be punished for hard livin blind to the facts
Thugs is convicts in gods prison hand on the strap
Praying to father please forgive me police be rushing when they see me
I flaunted America's most wanted live on TV life
Pleasure and pain stuck in this game holler my name
We all gone die we bleed through similar veins
You'se explain to me now don't panic when my gun burst
Heard the last jam nigga this ones worse...

Zorana Blair: And their opponent. He weighs in at 240 pounds, and is the reigning WWA International Champion. He is DAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!

[Daishi drops his title to the referee as the bell rings to start the match.]

[At first glance, Daishi and Matthews tie up as Ryan Corey makes his way to the outside to watch the carnage unfold. He sees Mindy and goes to the other side to avoid any sort of interference by her. Matthews whips Daishi into the corner and steps up to the second rope and delivers a kick to Daishi’s face.]

Jimmy Peckman: Wow! Matthews is defying gravity here.

[As Matthews is about to deliver a hanging vertical suplex to Daishi, Corey comes in and chop blocks Matthews to the ground. He then picks up Matthews and delivers a T-bone suplex and goes for a pin.]

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Broken up by Daishi!

Jimmy Peckman: Looks like we might be in here for a while. These three men are definitely going to go after each other.

Larry Dots: Yes, sir. I do believe you’re correct.

[Corey throws Daishi into the corner and puts him up on the top turnbuckle, facing the crowd. Corey puts his head under Daishi’s left arm and lifts him up.]

Dots: Wow. Corey just belly to back suplexed Daishi off the top rope! Daishi’s neck is not supposed to bend like that. Look at Matthews! He’s up and pinning Daishi!

1……

2…..

[Daishi gets a shoulder up!]

Peckman: Corey is still down. It looks like he might be hurt.

[The referee goes to check on Corey as Matthews gets up, and Matthews falls to the ground with a loud thud.]

Dots: What is Matthews doing? He’s pointing to Mindy on the outside. Matthews is hitting the mat trying to convince the ref that Mindy tripped him up. Mindy is getting up to the apron and trying to plead her case as well.

Peckman: The ref is throwing Mindy out! She didn’t even do anything!

Dots: Yeah, but she’s getting what she deserves.

Peckman: Do you ever hear yourself when you’re talking?

[Mindy begins walking to the back, and Daishi stares with a look of shock on his face as Mindy turns and stares at Daishi as well.]

Peckman: Looks like Daishi might have just lost his advantage after all. Now we are on an even ground. Corey clotheslines Daishi as soon as he turns around to try to get his focus back into the match.

[Corey picks Daishi up once again and throws him into the corner shoulder first, as Daishi rolls out of the ring to recuperate. Corey then picks up Matthews only to fall to his knees with elbows to the abdomen. Matthews hits Corey with an enzugiri as both men fall to the ground. Daishi peeks up above the ring apron and sees his opportunity to take the advantage.]

1…..

2….

Kickout by Matthews.

[Daishi goes to Corey.]

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Kickout by Corey.

Peckman: Daishi is trying in any way possible to keep his title. He’s already starting to get a small look in his eyes. He’s picking up Corey. That must be his first victim. Oh no…he’s looking to gutwrench him.

Dots: GUIDING LIGHT SUPLEX. Corey looks to be out right now. That is just a sick looking maneuver there. Now he’s going to Matthews. He’s trying the same move but Matthews flips out of it and hits a reverse DDT. Matthews is going for another quick cover.

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Broken up by Corey!!!

Peckman: Where did he come from? I could have sworn he was just out from that suplex earlier.

Dots: Well apparently you were wrong…once again!

[Corey picks up Daishi and delivers a long delayed vertical suplex, but changes it and delivers a brainbuster to Daishi instead.]

Peckman: Daishi looks to be out, but you can’t expect anything anymore after the way Ryan Corey got up after that last maneuver by Daishi.

[Corey goes for the pin on Daishi.]

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and Corey is pulled of by Matthews.

Peckman: This match has already been going on for a good while. These three men really want the International Title.

Dots: You know that Daishi wants to keep it, and the other two men will do anything to take it from him, even if it means making sure that the others are so disabled that they can’t even move anymore.

Peckman: Matthews tries to kick a groggy Corey, but Corey is able to grab the leg and takes Matthews down. He is grabbing the legs of Matthews, and it looks like he’s going for the STF.

Dots: Matthews is struggling trying to get to the ropes, but Daishi stands up and begins pushing Matthews into the ropes. This is slightly odd looking. A 240 pound man pushing 2 others into the ropes for no other apparent reason. Couldn’t he just hit them and make Corey break the hold?

Peckman: But then there would be no pain unleashed on Matthews.

Dots: Interesting.

[Daishi picks both Matthews and Corey up. He whips Matthews into the far left corner, and sends Corey into the opposite corner. Daishi then whips Matthews into the same corner that Corey is in, causing Matthews to hit an Avalanche onto Corey.]

Dots: Ouch. That’s another one of those moves that makes you truly want to cringe.

[Both men fall out of the corner, and Daishi turns both men over and tries to pin them at once as the referee falls to his knees.]

1

2

Kickout by both men!

Dots: Daishi’s trying to get a bit cocky, even without his other half by his side. I don’t even know why he tried to pin both of them at once. If he would have picked one up and…oh…DONE SOMETHING…he would have maybe retained his title.

Peckman: We could only speculate now, Larry.

[Matthews is the first one up after Daishi and the two men get into a slugfest. Matthews gains the advantage and clotheslines Daishi to the ground. He then locks eyes with Corey and begins a short fistfight, won by Matthews once again. Corey is sent to the ground and Matthews tries for his own STF.]

Dots: COREY’S GOING TO TAP!!! COREY’S GOING TO TAP!!!

Peckman: Wait! There’s Daishi! He’s grabbing onto NRC’s hand and making sure that he doesn’t tap. That’s a show of both intelligence and the will to retain by Daishi.

[Daishi grabs NRC’s hand and flips him over by the arm, making Matthews break the hold. Matthews then stands up and delivers a release Northern Lights Suplex to Daishi, and tries the same to NRC, but he elbows out of it and hits one of his own.]

Peckman: Now Ryan Corey is going for the pin!

1…..

2…..

Kickout by Matthews!

Dots: I really don’t know how these men are doing it. All three of them have been through enough already, and yet, no man has won it yet.

Peckman: Matthews and NRC are both up. MIDNIGHT RIDE to Matthews! MIDNIGHT RIDE to Daishi! Both men are down and Corey is just standing there. Why isn’t he taking advantage?

Dots: I think he’s trying to figure out which man he wants to become his victim.

Peckman: Good analysis, Larry.

Dots: Do what now?

[Corey picks up Daishi and drives him down to the mat with a clothesline, but doesn’t go for the pin once again. Instead he moves to Matthews, and tries the exact same thing.]
Peckman: Matthews was able to watch what happened to Daishi and instead was able to counter it. Matthews with a kick to the gut and he hits a Cradle Piledriver. He’s going for the pin!

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Broken up by Daishi!

[Daishi whips NRC into the corner with such force that it causes him to go over the top rope. Daishi follows him outside as Matthews tries to regain composure.]

Dots: These men are….wait…look at Matthews. MIDDLE ROPE Suicide Dive on both NRC and Daishi. The crowd is beginning to chant for these men. They don’t care about what side they are on. The fans are just finally starting to get into the fact that these men are doing what they love in front of the fans!

[Matthews throws both men back in and NRC is the first one up. NRC whips Matthews into the ropes and clotheslines him over the top.]

Peckman: The crowd sees what’s coming. With Matthews now taken out on the outside, Ryan Corey has Daishi to himself.

Crowd: N R C!

N R C!

N R C!

N R C!

N R C!

N R C!

Dots: NRC is starting to line Daishi up.

Peckman and Dots (in unison): OOOOOH….

Dots: Daishi just got driven into Total Darkness.

Peckman: Nightbringer is going for the pin.

[The referee drops down…]

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[Matthews sees what’s going on…]

2….

[He’s entering under the bottom rope…]

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[And he’s too late to break up the pin!]

Zorana Blair: Your winner of this Triple Threat match…
AND NEW WWA INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION…THE “NIGHTBRINGER” RYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN COOOOOOOOOOREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!!!!!

[The crowd explodes to the confirmation of the pinfall.]

Dots: We have just seen a classic match here. If only Matthews would have broken up the fall, we could still be going on.

Peckman: But we don’t, and now Ryan Corey is the new International Champion.

[Corey drops down to his knees as the referee hands him the belt. Corey kisses the belt and raises it above his head. It almost seems that he has tears in his eyes as he looks at the fans. He then stands up and climbs to the middle turnbuckle. He points to the fans, and to his title, to remind them that they are how he got where he is now.]

Peckman: That’s a true champion right there, and we are out of time. Thanks for joining us tonight

[Fade to SWF logo]