life keeps on tickin'
tickin' tickin' into the future
cause this is how we learn
somebody better stop me
or at least stop this beat
before we start getting outta hand
cause this is how we learn
and this is how we burn
somebody better stop me
or at least stop this beat
before we start getting outta hand
cause this is how we learn
and this is how we burn

you can't erase me,
I'm alive as I can be, in your face
So get the fuck outta my face
Why you insist?
just gotta turn out like this,
you're gonna burn out like this all up in my face

but I remember how
you said you want it all and you want it now
cause you were so young,
you were so dumb
you were so fucked up anyway

life keeps on tickin'
tickin' tickin' into the future
cause this is how we learn
somebody better stop me
or at least stop this beat
before we start getting outta hand
cause this is how we learn
and this is how we burn
somebody better stop me
or at least stop this beat
before we start getting outta hand
cause this is how we learn
and this is how we burn

think about it (think about it),
Think about it (think about it)
Oh my (oh my), where you at (where you at)?
C'mon(c'mon)
I know you feelin' it baby (feelin' it baby)
I know you feelin' that (feelin' that)
C'mon
Freak baby, freak freak baby (baby)
Freak baby, freak freak baby (baby)
And this is how it should be done (be done)
And this is how it should be done (be done)
Cause my styyyyyyyyyyyyle is identical to none
(Identical to none)
outta here (outta here)
I'm getting' the hell outta here (hell outta here)
Limp bizkit style (limp bizkit style)
Hey lethal wait up ( hey lethal wait up)

Jimmy Peckman: WELCOME TO SWF’S LIONS TO LEGENDS PAY-PER-VIEW!!!

Larry Dots: It is a great night for all you SWF fans we have an extraordinary night ahead of us. This is a history in the making night! We have eight HUGE matches and two of them are for WWA championship titles!

Jimmy Peckman: TONIGHT! The Scorpion takes the WWA International title away from “The Rising Star” Preston Price!

Larry Dots: You have to be kidding me right? He is like the greatest MSW wrestler there is!

Jimmy Peckman: He is the only MSW wrestler there is...

Larry Dots: Not true there is also Logan Treasure and their wonderful boss TAI HAVEN!

Jimmy Peckman: Wait a moment we’re getting something on the Sadistictron.

[The scene cuts to a dark room filled with men in business suits. They are seated around an oval shaped table with an office phone positioned in the middle. This is the SWF Board of Directors, the men in black behind the curtains of the SWF. These are the decision makers. They hold the power…But right now, they have uncharacteristically worried looks on their faces. Apparently they’re not in a position of advantage for this conference call… ]

BOARD MEMBER: You can’t be doing this to us. You have a contract and you have to obey it. Now by terms of your contract, you have to have it here tonight otherwise…

VOICE ON THE PHONE: Let’s straighten things out real quick. I don’t have to do anything. I don’t care what a piece of toilet paper says, I don’t go anywhere I don’t want to. You guys seem to need what I have a lot more than you think. First of all, if I don’t make the delivery, that nice little match you have going is nothing more than useless filler…unless of course you want to pay 25,000 dollars for a replacement…and judging by the gate returns I’ve seen since I left, you don’t have nearly enough for that…

[The board members all begin grumbling… ]

VOICE: But luckily for you guys, I’m willing to cut a deal. You see, I have something you want and you have something I want…

BOARD MEMBER: What are you talking about?

VOICE: As I see it right now, the SWF is currently lacking an active Commissioner…I’d like to be that Commissioner in addition to my already stellar resume.

BOARD MEMBER: You can’t do this…this is ransom! You’re just a wrestler…why should we believe you’d be any good as a commissioner?

VOICE: Listen…you’re the same guys that turned the SWF over to Eric “Fucking” Dane last year. You were right…THIS IS ransom…If you guys don’t give into my demands, then you can kiss not only 25,000 dollars goodbye…but you can kiss your greatest superstar goodbye too…

[The board sits in silence, letting the situation sink in. They look at each other, trying desperately to think of other options. But finally, the reality sets in and they have to agree… ]

BOARD MEMBER: Fine…you win…If you make your delivery tonight before the beginning of that match, then you’ll be introduced as our new commissioner. I’ll have legal draw up a contract right now…

VOICE: I’m glad you’re seeing it my way…I look forward to seeing each and every one of you very soon….

Jimmy Peckman: That was weird but not as weird as our first match of the night! It futures Canis Lee of SWF to face off against “The Lost Soul” Larry Sinn from TSW. Larry Sinn challenged this match and Canis Lee accepted making it a grocery store match?

Jimmy Peckman: Well folks this promises to be an interesting match up to say the least. These men are pretty evenly matched, and nearly exact same physique. Canis has been out of the game pretty much since he left EWWA he’s put on some pounds is he even ready for a match like this?

Zorana Blair: That’s an understatement, this is the first ever Grocery store match, neither one of them have to be ready, but one of them will be making history!

Larry Dots: Larry Sinn has a big mouth as its well documented but I think he has a chance of coming here and shocking a lot of people.

Jimmy Peckman: Sinn looks very determined.

[Larry sinn stands across from Canis Lee at the entrance of a local Farmer Jack. They glare at each other with a dark fire burning in their eyes hot enough to burn a hole straight through one-another. Both men are determined to take this match not only for bragging rights, but also as a symbol of the strength of their respective federations. Both men look on as they await the ref to signal the beginning of the match.]

[The ref nods and our first ever Grocery store match is underway! They head over near the cash register as Sinn picks up a 20 oz bottle of Pepsi.]

Jimmy Peckman: Thirsty?

Larry Dots: Wow Larry Sinn just took that unopened bottle of soda and threw it point blank at the nose of Canis Lee as he goes down in a heap.

Jimmy Peckman: Damn! That’s gotta hurt.

[Sinn grabs a metal rack full of magazines lifting them above his head with ease to throw at Canis, But he rolls out of the way just as the rack comes crashing down besides him. Canis gets to his feet, and locks horns with Larry Sinn. They both struggle for control, but it is Canis who comes out on top, pulling Sinn close and executing a belly-to-belly suplex.]

Larry dots: Holy SHIT! Sinn just landed right on top of that Rack!

[Canis Continues to display dominance, as he drags Sinn by his feet and over to the check out. After a few hits for good measure he sets Sinn up for a Powerbomb. Sinn struggles to stay from going airborne. Canis tries again to lift him, but this time Sinn counters and Sends Canis up onto the checkout belt. ]

Sinn: Can I get a price check on one washed up wrestler?

[Sinn now goes over to the register and pushes Cash the drawer flies open at his waist. He pulls the drawer full of mullah out and smashes it across Canis’s forehead… DING! Money flies everywhere. Sinn hops on top of the checkout lane with Canis and attempts to drop an elbow, but Canis rolls off the side to the tiled floor below. Sinn cracks his elbow on the belt mashing his own funny bone.]

[Canis scurries to get to his feet, and begins to walk the other way.]

Larry dots: What the hell is Canis doing?

Jimmy Peckman: He’s running scared!

[Sinn cuts chase and starts after Canis who has walked down an isle and disappeared behind a set of swinging doors next to the bottle room. Sinn continues to follow. As he shoves his way through the doors he is caught with a 6 pack of empty glass bottles. Canis pitches the remains of glass and cardboard, and grabs Sinn’s leg pulling him into the back of the store. Halfway down the open room Sinn appears to have snagged a yellow pole, Canis turns to get leverage so he can yank him free but catches a boot to the head, and is sent reeling through another set of doors. More cautious this time, sinn ducks and kicks the doors open. A massive meaty animal carcass soars just over Sinn’s head.]

Larry Dots: wow, this match is really starting to come into its own now.

Jimmy Peckman: you can say that again!

[Capitalizing on the moment Sinn leaps over the butchers table and spears Canis through the 2 way glass right into a refrigerated Meat display. That took a lot out of the men, and they both lay there momentarily until Sinn gets to his feet and drags Canis by the braids to a nearby isle.]

Jimmy Peckman: Larry Sinn throws Lee back first into one of the shelves knocking cans of food off the racks.

Larry Dots: Sinn has something in mind Jim looks at him.

(Sinn searches a shelf while Lee is still down)

Jimmy Peckman: Sinn just picked up a little container of Mexican style salsa!

Larry Dots: Callem Larry Randy Johnson

Jimmy Peckman: Why?

Larry Dots: He throws heaters!

[Sinn from 2 feet away throws the salsa bottle at Canis Lee's face and drills him]

Jimmy Peckman: Man, I can’t tell if Sinn just drew first blood with that move, or if its all salsa!

[Canis lies against the isle with one hand behind his back holding something while the other one frantically tries to clear his eyes from the salsa. Sinn grabs Canis once more by the braids and begins to lift him from the ground when from out of nowhere Canis retaliates by busting a bottle of Louisiana Hot sauce across sins face. Both men are down! Canis drags himself over to Sinn and droops an arm over him for the pin.]

1……………

2………..

KICKOUT!

Jimmy Peckman: Canis should have known better, he isn’t going to pull it off quite yet.

[Canis is first up to his feet, but doesn’t go after Sinn; instead he climbs the isle and readys himself for a moonsault. Sinn sees it coming and charges the isle. Canis topples first, then isle, which lands on his legs.]

Sinn: You stay put.. I’ll be right back.

[Sinn disappears into the back once again. It appears he’s looking for something special to use against Canis. AHA! Sinn grabs a the metal Borden cart full of spoiled milk, and pushes it through the double doors, heading back to the tipped isle, but Canis isn’t there anymore.]

Sinn: CAAAAANIS! Come out and PLAAAAYYYY

[Doink!....DOINK,DOINK! Sinn gets pegged by a couple of McIntosh apples. He dives for cover behind the cart still under heavy fire from the apples. Sinn pulls one of the jugs down and peeks through the gap to see his opponent Tossing apples with one hand, and holding a wicker basket full in the other arm. BULLSEYE! Sinn catches one hard to face.]

Canis: An apple a day… Right?

[Getting crafty Sinn begins to push the cart towards Canis using it as a shield from a barrage of apples when suddenly the apples stop]

Canis: AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!

[Canis thrusts his shoulder full speed into the top-heavy cart, sending it and the Spoiled milk crashing down on top of Sinn. Canis stops for a moment and chuckles at the spilt milk at Sinn’s expense. Sinn getting pretty pissed off jumps up outta the mess and grapples with Canis. Canis begins to take charge of the grapple, but Sinn socks it to him with his own onslaught of rights and lefts, followed lastly by a dramatically slow uppercut that sends Canis reeling into yet another isle. Canis slides down the racks once more pulling item after item down with him. Canis lays on the ground now motionless.]

Jimmy Peckman: Look at since the savage stalking Lee waiting for him to get up

[He attempts to charge Canis]

Larry Dots: Wait a minute Lee has something in his hand

[As Sinn gets close, Lee jumps up and smacks him across the face with a huge bottle of TIDE cleaner.]

Jimmy Peckman: What the hell was that?

Larry Dots: I cant believe it Lee just knocked a tooth out of the Lost Soul's mouth!

[Sinn spits out the tooth, and a little blood but is otherwise seemingly unaffected by the blow, He grabs Canis by the neck, and slams him against the opposite isle. Sinn follows up with a kick to the mid-section, then a DIAMOND CUTTER! Reclaiming his own dominance Sinn picks Canis up once more, and hits his signature more Scars of the Crucifix. Sinn drops down for the pin.]

1………….

2……………..

Thr…..

KICKOUT!

Jimmy Peckman: OH MY GOD! HE kicked out!

Larry Dots: Canis is not ready to throw in the towel quite yet.

[Sinn looks shocked. He begins to argue with the ref, turning his back on the fallen, bloody Canis lee. Canis gets to his feet, stumbling a little he makes his way to the restrooms, and begins to wash the blood from his face. In the mirror we can see Sinn as he approaches. Canis Spins around with a plunger in his hand. Sinn steps closer, and Canis brings it out from behind his back and swings it within inches from Sinn’s face.]

Sinn: Damn Dogg! That shit’s got some shit on it!

[Canis sends the Plunger hurling at Sinn’s head, luckily he dodges and it misses him. Sinn takes another step closer and Canis lunges forward. Sinn dodges once more grabbing Canis’s arm as he runs past, and hits an armbar takedown. Sinn Picks Canis up and drags him back into the bathroom. Sinn grabs the back of canis’s head and attempts to slam him head first into the sink, but Canis Catches his arms on the edges of the sink, then elbows Sinn, and shoves him headfirst into the mirror, then hits a neckbreaker on the rebound. Sinn is now bleeding as profusely as Canis as he begins to pull the glass out of his forehead. Canis disappears again down one of the isles, returning seconds later with a cart. Inside the cart is some lighter fluid. Canis grabs the item, and begins to spray the fluid all over Sinn. Pulling his trusty zippo from his pocket…]

[Click, Click…the lighter isn’t working, so Canis shakes it by his ear to see if he can hear any fluid]

Larry Dots: if Canis gets that lighter to work Sinn’s gunna be well done

Jimmy Peckman: SMORES!!!

[Before Canis can get his zippo lit, Sinn tosses a low blow, and Canis goes down hard. Getting back to his feet Sinn eyeballs the cart…HE picks Canis up and tosses him in the cart than, begins to leisurely push it towards the last isle before the dairy…Liquor! As they approach, Sinn’s walk starts into a run, he lets go of the cart and sends it lying into the refrigerated Isle. As the cart hits, Canis soars over the ledge and into the display, destroying probably 100’s of dollars worth of beer. Canis appears to be out cold, but rather than go for a pin, Sinn reaches for a surviving case of Milwaukee’s best ICE, tearing open the box, grabbing 2 and tossing the rest. Sinn Cracks one open, then tosses one onto his incapacitated opponent. Sinn chugs the can then looks at Canis who hasn’t touched his.]

Sinn: Oh… Let me get that for you!

[Sinn grabs the can, and slams it down onto Canis’s head. The can explodes, and canis slumps his limbs over the sides of the ledge. Sinn insultingly places a foot on Canis for the pin….]

Jimmy Peckman:

1…………

2………..

Thre….

KICKOUT!!

Larry Dots: Holy Shit… did you see that? Canis showing he still has some fight left in him.

[Sinn is in awe; he cannot believe that Canis kickout twice. Sinn grabs Canis once again by the hair and pulls him up, but Canis springs to life grabbing him by the wrist, and spins him around then applies a sleeper hold. Sinn begins to struggle and blindly fires fists over his head. Canis holds on, and kicks his legs out slamming the back of sins head against the floor. Canis out of breathe and an obviously fatigued lift Sinn back to his feet and tosses him in the same bent up cart, which he was tossed into earlier. Both men putting each other through hell, insane stunt after another. A weakened Canis pushes Sinn along, past the registers, and out the doors. They are now in the parking lot, but still Canis continues to push until he reaches the street. Luckily Cars are scarce as Canis flips the cart and dumps Sinn to the Cement.]

Larry Dots: This is kinda dangerous!

Jimmy Peckman: Yeah, Roadkill in the making!

[Canis Stands ready to end it sizing up his opponent, as a crowd begins to draw on both sides of the street Sinn gets to his feet and Canis draws in and locks horns with Sinn. Sinn comes out on top this time as he tackles Canis to the ground and applies an ankle-lock on the same leg that was pinned beneath the isle. Canis screams in pain, but Sinn puts it on heavier. Getting nowhere Sinn lets go, and begins to stomp at Canis’s Kidneys. After a few hits Canis Rolls to the left, Sinn starts towards him, but is cut-off as a Semi goes barreling over top of Canis. Sinn Turns his head expecting the blood to splatter, but it doesn’t. The semi passes, and Canis is gone, so sign of being squished, or even ran over. Sinn shrugs his shoulders and turns around to Find Canis standing in front of him. Canis locks him up and hits a DDT on the hard Cement.]

Jimmy Peckman: Did you hear that thud?

[Shifting his weight to his good foot he scoops Sinn up off the road, and lifts him onto his shoulders face up.]

Larry Dots: This is it! He’s going to his signature move!

[Torture rack! 360 spin left…180 spin right, but canis’s Leg can’t support him too long. Just as his Leg gives out underneath him Canis hits the last part.. Inverted DVD. Canis lands just on top of Sinn and the ref begins a count.]

1………..

2……….

3!!!

Larry Dots: Canis did it, He might not know just where he is after a match like that, but he did it!

Jimmy Peckman: I knew he would do it!

[The enclosing crowd cheers as the on-site EMS crew attends to the wrestlers. The look on Sinn's price is amazing; he can’t believe he just let that match slip through his fingers. He was so close he could have tasted it. As he can taste the blood running down his cheek.]

Larry Dots: Ladies and gentleman they just went through hell and back inside a grocery store! We just got word that after that win whoever walks away with the Tri-States title is going to face off against Canis Lee on Warpath in a FIRST BLOOD MATCH!

Jimmy Peckman: My call is “The Paragon” Trent Mathers will be defending against Canis Lee next week!

Larry Dots: You have no faith in Preston Price do you Jimmy?

Jimmy Peckman: Nope he just has made bad decisions in his career so far.

Larry Dots: Those so-called bad decisions have made him a top star in SWF and in the WWA. But anyways our next match is the debut match of The Sadistic One and Fabian Fairchild.

(MATCH TO BE ADDED LATER... THE SADISTIC ONE WINS!)

Jimmy Peckman: Up next we have the unification match of the MSW Heavyweight and the SWF Tri-Cities titles! The winner is to walk out the SWF Tri-States champion!

Zorana Blair: This match is a LADDER MATCH…

[Crowd gets loud…]

Zorana: For the NEW SWF Tri-States Championship!!!!!

[Really loud roars begin echoing through the arena.]

[The arena lights dim as Last Caress by The Misfits begins to play. The crowd erupts into boos as the curtain parts. Issuing forth is the man known as The Paragon. Mathers is wearing black trunks with gold elbow pads and fingerless gloves. On the right leg Paragon is written in gold. He wears a green Kiss Me I’m Punk: Green Day t-shirt. He’s wearing a John Deere trucker hat.]

Zorana Blair: Introducing from Bridgeport, Pennsylvania… Former Sadistic Wrestling Federation Tri-Cities and Tag Team Champion… The PARAGON! Trent MATHERS!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Peckman: The crowd really hates that kid.

[The arena goes dark as the voice of Mark Collie and his song “In Time” begins to play over the PA system.]

I can hear what you're thinking,
All your doubts and fears,
And if you look in my eyes, in time you'll find,
The reason I'm here.

Zorana Blair: From Atlanta, Georgia, weighing 240 pounds, now residing in Ann Arbor, Michigan. He is the SWF Tri-Cities Champion. He is PRESTOOOOOOOOON PRIIIIIIIIIIIIIICE!

And in time all things shall pass away,
In time, you may come back someday.
To live once more, or die once more,
But in time, your time will be no more.

[A white light shines upon the main entrance area as Preston Price steps up to the ramp in black long tights with blue lighting bolts on each side. The crowd begins to boo as the song continues to play. Price is sporting more of a distressed look instead of his usual confident look.]

You know your days are numbered,
Count them one by one,
Like notches in the handle of an outlaw's gun.
You can outrun the devil, if you try,
But you'll never outrun the hands of time.

[Price has made his way down to the arena and stands on the apron. He finally gets in as the chorus makes its second go around.]

In time there surely, come a day
In time all things shall pass away,
In time you may come back some say.
To live once more, or die once more,
But in time, your time will be no more.

[Price stands up on the second turnbuckle and puts one fist in the air as the crowd begins to boo him once again.]

I can hear what you're thinking.

[The house lights go up once again as Price waits for the bell to ring.]

DING DING DING!!!!

Peckman: And the match begins. Mathers comes out firing off lefts and rights, and Preston answers with lefts and rights of his own. Mathers ducks a left hand and trips Price with a drop toe hold.

Dots: COME ON PRICE!!!! You need to keep some dignity in that title.

[Price begins to stir, and moves up on his knees, and Mathers dropkicks Price in the face. Price doubles back and lands back first on the mat.]

Dots: Price isn’t looking that good already. Mathers is taking advantage early and he’s already outside to get a ladder.

Peckman: He’s bringing it from under the ring, and Price hits a baseball slide, dropping the ladder right in Trent’s face.

Dots: Price has just taken a bit of a risk, and it paid off as Mathers was thrown into the barrier.

Peckman: It looks like Mathers’ back is already hurting as he’s trying to rub it to get the feeling back into it.

[Price stands on the second turnbuckle, soaking up the mix of cheers and boos.]

Dots: The crowd can’t tell who they want to cheer for tonight. Mathers has done some despicable things, but Price has done some things that are just as deplorable.

[Price sees that Mathers is about to start stirring.]

Peckman: Price is running at full speed of the ropes. He jumps over the top and hits a cross body on Mathers! You can hear the two men’s bodies splatter on the arena floor.

[Price begins to stir, as does Mathers. Both men grab the barrier and pull themselves up. Price goes into swing at Mathers, but Mathers ducks out and hits a back suplex onto the arena floor.]

Dots: That’s gotta hurt. I think Price maybe hurt. It looks like it’s his neck and right shoulder! Someone get a doctor!

Peckman: Get over yourself, cheerleader.

[Mathers grabs the ladder and puts it under the ropes through the ring. He grabs Price and throws Price over the barrier into the crowd.]

Peckman: Price was lunged into the second row there by Mathers. Mathers is trying to make sure that he becomes the inaugural winner of the SWF Tri-States belt.

Dots: Price better start getting up because the ladder is being set up in the middle of the ring. Wait…Price is already out of the crowd and rushing the ladder as Mathers is climbing up to get the belt. He’s right at the belt but Price continues to rush. He grabs the leg of the Paragon , slowly making Trent come back down. They are on the second and fourth rungs of the ladder.

Peckman: OH! Price just took the Paragon down with a powerbomb from the ladder to the mat, falling down with him in the process. Now Price is starting to get up and grab the ladder and reset it to his liking.

[Price holds the ladder in the middle of the ring, and starts to climb. As he reaches the top, Trent begins to realize that his chances for the title are slipping away.]

Peckman: Trent’s starting to come to, and he sees Price starting to grab the title. Mathers is still climbing up the ladder, as Price is having trouble with the belt.

[Trent reaches the top and exchanges punches with Price.]

Crowd (With each punch): OOOOOOOH!!!!!!!!!!

OOOOOOOOH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OOOOOOOOH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OOOOOOOOH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dots: Price has an arm out and Mathers is trying to capitalize. HOLY CRAP!!!!! An arm drag from the top of the ladder to the mat. Price is holding that same right shoulder and looks to be in a large amount of pain.

Peckman: But you have to realize that Mathers is down too. He went down with Price to make sure the impact was maximized. It looked as if Mathers fell on top of Price and landed on his shoulder as well, so it looks like both men are being punished.

[The referee is looking at both men, asking if each of them can continue, and both men shake him off, making sure that….]

Peckman: THE MATCH SHALL CONTINUE!!!!

Dots: Yes it will, and Price is getting up first, even after being driven down with the impact. He pulls the ladder to the side and breaks it down and sits it in the middle of the ring.

Peckman: This can’t be good. Price pulls Mathers up by his short, black hair and whips him, shoulder first into the turnbuckle. Mathers hits it with force and Price bounces off the ropes with a HUGE shoulder tackle.

Dots: Price nearly landed on top of him in the same manner that Mathers did that arm drag to Price.

Peckman: Both men are definitely looking worse for the wear right now, as they are both down once again. The referee really can’t do anything about it as this match is no Disqualification and no Count out.

[Price begins to get up and grabs the ladder once again. He sits it in the center of the ring and picks up Mathers once again. He whips Mathers into the ropes and goes for a spinebuster.]

Dots: He’s about to put Mathers out of his misery with this hanging spinebus….

Peckman: Wait! Mathers grabbed Price’s neck and delivered a DDT right onto the rungs of that ladder. That could nearly choke Price out right there.

Dots: Yeah it can. GET OFF OF HIM MATHERS!!!!

Peckman: Remember, Larry. This match is No DQ and no Countout!

Dots: Shut up about that, Jimmy. You know I’m trying to get my damned point across!

Peckman: And it’s not working, as Mathers is picking up the ladder and is putting it on his head? Price is beginning to stir…oh God.

SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dots: Oh man. Mathers just wrapped Price’s neck in 40 pounds of steel with that ladder. He just waved it around like a toy and clocked Price directly in the head and neck.

Peckman: This is just getting a little bit insane right now. For some reason, Mathers drops the ladder with a look of euphoria on him now. Why is he walking out of the ring?

Dots: Must be stupid or something.

Peckman: You are actually more wrong than ever, Larry. He’s going to go grab another ladder. This can only mean double the problems now.

Dots: You are absolutely right. Double the problems will be happening for the Paragon. He’s going to find out what true pain is…..once Price actually gets up.

[Peckman laughs at Dots as Mathers sets up a ladder in two corners of the ring. He picks up Price who is still barely moving in the middle of the ring and throws him into one corner that is holding a ladder, then grabs him by the head and rushes him into the other ladder.]

Peckman: It’s blocked! Price plunges Mathers neck first into the other ladder diagonally across from the other that Mathers used on Price. These two men are going to be choked before the nights over with.

Dots: I’m loving it. COME ON PRICE!!!! Show them what you’re made of. Show them why you have those belts in the first place.

Peckman: You know…all this damage might not be good for his International Title defense against The Scorpion later on tonight either.

Dots: I am quite confident that Price can retain his International Title against some MSW reject. You remember when Rowell kicked him out back then?

Peckman: Sadly yes, but where’s he now???

Dots: ………

Peckman: Point, Jimmy. Now look at Price. He’s just kicking at the head of The Paragon as Trent struggles to reach the ropes and pull himself up. Trent grabs the leg of Price and flips him backwards back onto the mat. Now Trent gets to be the aggressor again. This is some definite back and forth action between these two titans.

Dots: Price needs to regain his composure, hurry up and grab the freakin belt! I’m surprised that Price hasn’t resorted to anything lower than using a second ladder throughout this match. After all that the Paragon and The Rising Star have been through, you think that they would go a bit more forceful, but they are keeping it quite tamed. And by the way, Jimmy. I hate you.

Peckman: Feeling’s mutual.

[Trent grabs Price and whips him into the ropes and delivers a quick spinning heel kick. Price falls down in a heap as Mathers hit the injured right shoulder again of Price.]

Peckman: Now Mathers can capitalize by either breaking the shoulder of Price or going up to the ladder and grabbing the belt. What do you think he’ll prefer?

Dots: For once, it looks like he’s going to overcome his sadistic tendencies and go for the belt. He’s starting the climb ever so slowly as it looks like his legs are becoming nothing but jelly.

Peckman: Price is starting to stir as he holds his shoulder once again. Wait…Price all the sudden gets a second wind and runs full force at the ladder.

[TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMMEEERRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!! Goes the ladder and Mathers falls down onto the concrete, going directly over the ropes. ]

HOLY SH**!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HOLY SH**!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HOLY SH**!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HOLY SH**!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dots: That’s the Price I know and love right there. That’s the one that represents the WWA International Title. And that’s the one that’s going to beat Scorpion tonight in our second main event.

Peckman: Don’t be so sure. It looks like Price just used that hurt shoulder to hit the ladder once again, so he may end up out of commission now.

Dots: Don’t say that, Peckman. You’re getting your own damned hopes up.

Peckman: Price is going outside and grabbing Mathers up. It looks like he’s about to suplex him on the concrete outside. AND HE DOES…BUT WAIT. Mathers reverses it and grabs Price and delivers a reverse DDT to stop him dead in his tracks.

Dots: Price is grabbing the back of his head. He may have a concussion now!

Peckman: Didn’t I just tell you to SHUT UP?

Dots: Yeah…and? GET UP PRICE!!!

Peckman: I can’t win against you.

[Mathers climbs back in the ring and sets up both ladders.]

Peckman: Mathers is setting up both ladders to make sure that he’ll be sturdy on the way up to the top. He’s about to grab that belt. His hands are on it, BUT HERE COMES PRICE AGAIN. He’s starting to scurry up to the top and he grabs Mathers on the throat, but Mathers counters and grabs Price.

Dots and Peckman: (IN UNISON) CHOKESLAAAAAAAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HOLY SH**!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HOLY SH**!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HOLY SH**!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HOLY SH**!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Peckman: Mathers just chokeslammed Price from the top of the ladders to the mat. The crowd is absolutely livid. And now Mathers is going up to the top of the turnbuckles and playing to the crowd. They are starting to pelt him with trash. He’s starting to get mad and now grabs the ladder and begins the climb.

Dots: Price isn’t stirring at all right now, but Mathers is climbing oh so slowly.

[One rung…….]

[The second rung……..]

[The third rung………..]

[The fourth rung……..]

[Going up two more…..]

[To reach the top…]

[Until….]

Dots: Price is stirring once again, and he’s going to the corner. He runs full speed and….

DROPKICKS THE LADDER!!!!!!!!!!

Peckman: Mathers tumbles out of the ring. Wait…he’s heading THIS WAY!!!!!!!!!!

SPANISH ANNOUNCE TABLE GOES

CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HOLY SH**!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HOLY SH**!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HOLY SH**!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HOLY SH**!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[There are no announcers, as the sound gets cut out temporarily.]

[Mathers is down in a heap as Price stands up and gets a third wind…]

[And the sound cuts back in.]

Dots: What was that, Peckman? Did you plan for this to happen?

Peckman: NO! How dare you think I do something like…..THIS!

Dots: Mathers is down for the count now as Price is going up to the top.

[First rung….]

[Second and third rungs….]

[Fourth and fifth rungs…]

[Slowly to the sixth, and seventh…]

[Finally to the eighth and the top rung….]

Peckman: Price is unhooking the belt. OH DAMN IT. This is a cheap way to win.

Dots: He used the resources that he had to win this match.

[UNHOOK OF THE BELT!]

Peckman: And it’s over. Let’s go to the ring announcement.

Zorana Blair: Your winner, and INAUGURAL SWF TRI-STATES CHAMPION…..

[Silence]

Zorana Blair: “THE RISING STAR” PRESTON PRICE!!!!!!!

[New belt pop!]

Dots: I knew he could do it. Now he just has to defend his International Title against Scorpion later on in the show.

Jimmy Peckman: Our next match is “The Nightbringer” Ryan Corey against Daishi and Logan Treasure in a TRIPLE threat MATCH! This is going to be the match of the night!

Peckman: I personally can not wait for this next match to get under way.

Dots: It will be a hell of a battle, Peckman. Two former WWA International Champions and one of the meanest sons of a bitch on this planet step into the ring.

Peckman: It’s also the long awaited debut of Daishi here in the SWF.

Dots: The anticipation has been building since the OCW closed. Daishi is one of the most dangerous men to step in the WWA in a long time.

Peckman: But what kind of frame of mind will he be in after that heinous attack Mindy suffered at the hands of Logan Treasure?

Dots: Hey, all she had to do was answer the man! She had it coming.

Peckman: Oh come on! Nobody, especially not a woman, deserves to be attacked like that. It was a sickening display that a world class athlete should not have to resort to.

Dots: You want to hang out with the big boys, you better be able to deal with the consequences.

Peckman: Before we have to hear you justify this garbage any more, let’s get down to the ring….

[Mindy paces backstage as it's minutes away from the evening's Triple Threat Match. Attired lovely as usual she appears to be heading back to a locker room when suddenly a man steps out his locker room and quickly grabs a hold of Mindy's hair.]

Mindy: "What the?"

[In one motion the attacker thrust her body and head into the hard wall as it's clear it's Logan Treasure, and he appears to be armed. In his right arm he holds a sledgehammer and his left hand is his SWF Tag Team Title belt. Mindy bouncing back, blood seeping from her nose tries to face Logan but is met right atop the head with the sledgehammer, mauling right into her head as she falls like a bag of bricks. The crowd booing loudly. Logan just laughs manically as he lifts her matted her and lifts his face up, dropping to the floor as he places a knee along her flexible spine and wrenches hard. He slides title belt beneath her face, yelling his name.]

Logan Treasure: "WHERE THE FUCK IS YOUR HERO NOW YOU

WHINY LITTLE BITCH!?"

Mindy: "AAHH!"

[Logan pounds her head down upon the title belt, bouncing off harshly, his hand covered in a bit of her blood now as he grunts into her ear.]

Logan Treasure: "Wrong fucking answer. Where is Daishi?"

[Mindy moans inaudible as Logan grunts louder and slams her face once again into his title belt, blood splashing onto the belt and her face being brutalized as he does it once more.]

Logan Treasure: "Last chance. Where is Sam "The Man" Horrey, Mindy? The man who defeated Russell Morris May 17th, 2004? Your boyfriend, the dark shoto?"

[Silence fills the air aside her heavy breathing and his maniacal grunt.]

Logan Treasure: "Fair enough."

[He spikes her head one more time upon his belt and stands up, kicking her over so she's facing up, the ceiling lights pouring into her blood masked face. Logan grabs his belt and eyes the blood and sneers.]

Logan Treasure: "You little bitch. You stained my title belt."

[He throws down his sledgehammer toward his midsection and grunts, leaving for his match.]

Zorana Blair: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a special three way match. Introducing first, weighing in at 235 lbs…. “NIGHTBRINGER” RYAN COREY!!!!!

The lights in the arena drop to near-dark, and the Sadistic-tron gives an eerie, almost moonlike glow, barely enough to light the entrance.
A 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 Sadistic-tron, 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 opponents

#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 opponents

#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 opponents.

#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, waiting for his opponents.

#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.

Peckman: If there’s anybody who can deal with the lethal Daishi and sadistic Logan Treasure, it’s NRC.

Dots: Tell me everything NRC has accomplished now, Peckman.

Peckman: Well, he is a former World champion, International Champion, a for….

Dots:…. That’s enough; I don’t want to get bored to death. I just wanted to illustrate to you that despite all his accomplishments, he has never had to deal with two men the caliber of Daishi and Logan at the same time.

Peckman: I don’t know how true that is but nevertheless, NRC will have his work cut out for him here tonight.

Zorana Blair: And his opponent weighs in at 243 lbs…. “THE SYSTEMATIC ASSASSAIN” LOGAN TREASURE!!!!!!

[The lights dim to a somewhat frightening crimson red as the blazing guitar rift of "Rocket Science" by the Pimps blares over the speakers, the Indianapolis crowd igniting with hateful jeers. The Sadisti-Tron blares with clips of The Systematic Assassin as slowly stepping out of the curtains in a most evil way is Logan Treasure. Clad in blood red tights with the back reading "Chiifu Kyoushu" in black serraded font with a white outlining, the left leg simple reading "pain" as his black wrist tape glows meaningly in the light. His tag title shinning magnificently. His hair slicked back, his five of clock shadow accented by strobe lights as he clenches his bloodied right first.]

“Within this dime-a-dozen world\line I swear they must've broke the mold.
Cuz you're the only soul I've met\line that I would kill to call my own.
Let it be known, I'm not aggressive, or possessive
All I know is, I would kill to make you mine
and I am usually not this bold\line Let it be known....
Let it be known”

[With a sinister little smirk, the assassin wipes Mindy's blood on his chest, leaving a hand across his pecks as he begins a steady approach toward the ring. He doesn’t get very far though…..]

SSSSSSMACK!!!

Peckman: IT’S DAISHI WITH A STEEL CHAIR!!!

Dots: THAT IS UNCALLED FOR!!!

Peckman: I think both Daishi and Mindy would highly disagree!!!

[Daishi grabs Logan and sends him across the aisle into the guardrail, head first. Daishi charges in and begins to unload on Logan. The shot from the guardrail has opened up a cut on Logan’s forehead.]

Peckman: Daishi is unleashing Boiling Point on Logan.

Dots: That’s what he calls his flurry of kicks and punches.

Peckman: I think the people know that already. Regardless, Logan is almost helpless as Daishi continues to pound away.

[Daishi takes Logan by the head, walks him down the aisle then sends him flying into the ring steps.]

Peckman: As far as I can tell, this match has yet to even officially begin. It’s all been about Daishi extracting a manner of revenge for Mindy.

Dots: Daishi should be heavily fined and suspended for this little spectacle he has pulled here tonight.

[Daishi takes Logan and rolls him into the ring. NRC backs away as a determine Daishi continues his work on Logan.]

DING! DING! DING!

Peckman: I guess this match has now officially begun.

[Daishi places his hands around the neck of Logan, yanks him forward and begins to unload with knee strikes to the head as he chokes Logan. The referee attempts to break it up but he can’t. Logan’s forehead is already covered in blood.]

Dots: What the hell? Just DQ him already!

[Seeing the referee is not getting anywhere, NRC goes up to try and get him off. Daishi simply shoves NRC down. Once he returns to his feet, NRC is not happy.]

Peckman: At this juncture, I don’t even think Daishi cares that the match has started. He’s looking to avenge what Logan did to Mindy.

[NRC grabs Daishi by the shoulders and spins him around. He says something or other to him. Daishi listens then drops NRC with a kick to either side and big roundhouse to the chest. He then turns his attention back to Logan. Daishi hooks his arms around the waist of Logan, turns him around then takes him down to the mat. He quickly gets into a mount position then begins to throw bombs at Logan.]

Peckman: Daishi is relentless in his attack of Logan.

Dots: Logan’s trying to block those shots but some nasty looking blows are still managing to get through.

[As Daishi continues to pound on Logan…..]

Peckman: Springboard drop kick off the second rope by NRC!!!!

[NRC, not giving Daishi a moment to recover, is quickly on him. He hits him with a couple of rights then hooks him up and plants him into the mat with a twisting snap suplex.]

Peckman: NRC holds on to the grip?!?!

Dots: Another one coming, maybe?

Peckman: NO! FISHERMAN’S BUSTER!!!

Dots: He holds the bridge!

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KICK OUT!!!

Peckman: While, early on, Daishi seems to care more about hurting Logan then winning, NRC is showing that veteran composure and knows full well what his job is.

Dots: Hopefully NRC can knock some sense into Daishi and give these people what they paid to see; a great match instead of a personal vendetta that has nothing to do with this match.

Peckman: Are for real?

Dots: I’m real, baby. I’m still Larry from the block.

Peckman:…………

[NRC sends Daishi into the ropes and hits him with a picture perfect drop kick. He then backs Daishi up into the ropes and once again fires him across. This time, as Daishi returns, he bends down….]

Peckman: BACK BODY DROP OVER THE TOP ROPE!!!

Dots: Daishi goes crashing to the floor!!!

[Chants of “HOLY SHIT” ring out as Daishi splatters into the floor. The referee immediately heads to the floor to check on him.]

Peckman: NRC has definitely brought his A-Game here tonight.

Dots: And he’s about to get high!

Peckman: What? I didn’t know NRC hangs out with the TCW.

Dots: Shut up, Pecker-face. Just watch!

[NRC has both hands on the top rope. He encourages the crowd to make noise as he waits for Daishi to get to his feet. Once he does, NRC leaps on to the tope rope and….]

Dots: LOGAN OUT OF NOWHERE!!!! NRC CRASHES INTO DAISHI!!!!

Peckman: Out of nowhere?!?! It was a blatant low blow by Logan with the referee out of the ring.

Dots: Whatever it was, it did the trick.

[As NRC finished his springboard and was about to leap forward, Logan’s hand came out of nowhere and rose up, connecting with the vital instruments that will create many-a-little NRC’s one day. This caused NRC to flip forward and crash into Daishi.]

Peckman: This is not good; Logan has his pickings out there on the floor.

Dots: Things are looking real ugly, real fast for Daishi and NRC.

Peckman: Logan is seemingly fed up with trying to technically defeat people; he now just wants to hurt people.

[Logan grabs NRC. He brings him up in a vertical suplex position then drops him down over the guardrail. Leaving him hanging, he turns his attention to Daishi. He grabs Daishi and rolls him back in the ring. The referee follows. The bloody Logan whips Daishi into the ropes and levels him with a massive Lariat. Daishi lands in a sitting up position. Logan takes this opportunity to drop a few knees into the small of Daishi’s back. With the final one, he charges forward and plants it viciously into the lower back. He quickly hooks the leg.]

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KICK OUT!!!

Peckman: Daishi out on two.

[Logan places his foot on the head of Daishi and stomps it into the mat.]

Dots: Ouch!

[He turns Daishi over and proceeds to drop a few knees into his back before standing him up. He sends him into the ropes, once Daishi comes back; Logan hits him with a Pendulum Backbreaker.]

Dots: If I didn’t know better, I’d say that Logan is targeting the back of Daishi.

Peckman: It looks that way. The back is basically the base for most offensive weapons, especially ones that a martial artist would employ. That could be the reason.

[Logan has Daishi up. He hits two hard forearms to his back. He then locks legs and takes him down with a Russian Leg Sweep. Logan then rolls back, taking Daishi with him, and up to a standing position looking for a second Sweep. This time Daishi won’t budge. He hooks Logan from the side and takes him down with a very stiff looking side suplex. Logan comes very close to crashing on his head. In fact, he lands folded up like an accordion.]

Dots: He could’ve broken Logan’s neck there!

Peckman: Given Daishi’s experience with the Orient, it’s no wonder he can deliver a vicious back suplex like that.

[Daishi crawls over to Logan and plops down on him.]

Peckman: THIS COULD BE IT!!!!

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SPLLLLAAAAAAASSSSSSSHHHHHH!!!!

Peckman: OH MY GOD!!!!

[The crowd is going insane as NRC glides through the air, almost three quarters of the way across the ring, to land on Daishi with a splash to break up the pinfall attempt.]

Peckman: What air! What distance!

Dots: Even I am impressed. He went from the top rope almost to the other side of the ring to hit that move.

[All three men are down on the mat. Daishi and Logan are on their backs while NRC is rolling around holding his stomach. NRC latches on the ropes and leverages himself up to his feet. He looks out into the crowd, receiving a nice ovation.]

Peckman: There’s a twinkle in NRC’s eye.

Dots (starring at Peckman): That’s just wrong.

Peckman: What? He looks like he has something in mind, that’s all.

Dots: Sure, sure.

[NRC grabs the bloody Logan Treasure. He plants him back into the mat with a DDT. He gets him back up and quickly sends him across into the ropes. When Logan returns….]

Peckman: MIDNIGHT RIDE!!!!! WHAT A MOVE!!!

Dots: There’s the cover!

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Peckman: WE HAVE A….

Dots: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! KICK OUT! KICK OUT!

Peckman: Mt broadcast partner is right. It appears Logan just kicked out.

Dots: That was a close one.

[NRC slowly drags Logan to his feet. He can be heard screaming out “Total Darkness!!!!”]

Peckman: NRC is calling for one of his devastating finishers.

Dots: I hate to say it but this will be all she wrote if he hits this on Logan.

[NRC lifts Logan eye into the air courtesy a vertical suplex. He holds him there for a few seconds, allowing the blood to rush to the head of Logan. Then…..]

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!!!

[Daishi bounces to his feet and spews a cloud of black mist in the face of NRC. Corey can’t control Logan, who proceeds to drop straight down on top of NRC. The referee counts.]

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Dots: Daishi yanks Logan off of NRC.

Peckman: Daishi whips Logan into the corner hard….

[Daishi does a forward cartwheel then takes to the air…..]

Peckman: ZANKU KYAKU!!!!!!!!

Dots: Come again now?

Peckman: A sky slashing kick by Daishi! He hit a spinning back hook kick to the head of Logan.

[Daishi grabs Logan by the wrist and begins to scale the turnbuckles. He ignores NRC, who is making his way to his feet. The crowd pops, knowing what is coming.]

Peckman: We haven’t seen this move in ages, Daishi’s Sky Walking Destroyer.

Dots: Senpu Hassatsu.

Peckman: Why yes, that’s what it is called. How did you know that, Larry?

Dots: Because I know all! Muahahaha…. And umm, I read it on his bio….

[Daishi has a good hold on Logan as he reaches the half way point. He does not notice NRC though…..]

Dots: NRC!!!!

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Peckman: WHAT A MOVE!!! OH MY GOD!!!

[The crowd is going insane as NRC leaps to the top turnbuckle then springboards himself on to the shoulders of Daishi. He takes him down with a hurnacanranna. While Daishi is flipping down, he is able to hold on to Logan and takes him down with a wrist drag throw.]

Peckman: What a sequence of maneuvers!

Dots: Peckman, this match has lived up to the hype!

Peckman: There was never any doubt of that.

[NRC notices that Logan is getting up first. He carefully moves his way behind Logan. The second Logan reaches a vertical position. NRC grabs in a full nelson lock.]

Peckman: BRIDGE AT THE END OF NIGHT!!!!

Dots: NOOOOOO!!!!

Peckman: Damn it! Mule kick by Logan!

[While locked in the hold, Logan is able to get his foot in between the legs of NRC and nail him with a mule kick out of the referee’s site. NRC turns around and hunches himself on the top rope. This gives Logan the opportunity to charge and nail him with a Lariat to the back. NRC crashes over the top and to the floor. Logan stands there, admiring his handy work. He fails to notice Daishi rising to his feet behind him.]

Dots: TURN AROUND, LOGAN! TURN AROUND!

Peckman: He can’t hear you, Larry.

Dots: DAMN IT!!!

[Logan finally does turn around…..]

Peckman: SATOUSI!!! MURDEROUS INTENT!!!

[Logan is met with a hard roundhouse kick to the head then an equally hard spinning back hook kick. Daishi quickly drops to make the cover.]

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DING! DING! DING!

Zorana Blair: The winner of this match….. DAISHI!!!!

Peckman: What a hard fought, courageous effort from all three men and what an impressive SWF debut from Daishi.

Dots: There’s a new player in town, Pecker-Neck.

Peckman: I wholeheartedly agree.

Dots: That you are a Pecker-Neck? Good to see you finally come around.

Peckman: Now that…. HEY, WHO THE HELL IS THAT?!?!?!

[Out of nowhere a small, dark skinned man slips through the ropes and is now behind Diashi, as the referee is raising his hand. He is wearing black gi pants and a black sash wrapped around his face. He looks oddly familiar]

Dots: “It’s Lei-Y Sying! From OCW!”

Peckman: “Who?”

Dots: “A former OCW Lethal Lottery Tag Team Champion!”

[Sying draws back for a haymaker and waits for Diashi to turn around. As Diashi turns he can hear the fans chant something odd and he spins into a low leg sweep! He knocks Sying on his back, but Sying skips up right into another stiff right kick to his chest. Sying staggers back, falling into the corner. Diashi immediately follows in and pulls him to his feet. He grinds his teeth as he rips at the sash. A gasp travels through the crowd before utter silence fills the arena]

Peckman: “Vegas Boy?!?! Of The TCW?!?! What the….”

[All of the sudden, the arena goes pitch black. A few screams can be heard from the crowd. BAAAANG!!! An eruption of light comes from the center of the ring along with an earth shattering sound. The lights snap back on as Diashi lay in the center of the ring, a coil of smoke rising from his chest. There is no sign of Sying, only a piece of metal with “C-4” written in thick, red letters]

Dots: Okay, Peckman…. You know everything; tell me what the hell we just saw?!?!

Peckman: I have no clue. Vegas Boy, for some odd reason dressed up as Lei-Y Sying, just tried to attack Daishi. When Daishi caught him, the lights went out, BOOM! They return and Daishi is laid out.

Dots: Why in the world would Vegas Boy want to start something with Daishi?

Peckman: Now that I think of it, I’m betting Logan is behind this.

Dots: Why?

Peckman: It’s common knowledge that Logan Treasure trained Joey Average and has had numerous dealings with the TCW. He no doubt put Vegas Boy up to this.

Dots: And look at Logan now! He looks like he is about to finish the job…

[The camera pans to show Logan standing on the floor. At his feet is NRC, who appears to be unconscious. Logan is brandishing a sledgehammer. He rolls NRC into the ring. He stands over NRC and rams the sledgehammer into the throat of NRC. Within seconds, NRC is spewing up blood.]

Peckman: THIS IS SICKENING! HE IS TRYING TO CRUSH NRC’S VOLCAL CORD!

[He does it again as the crowd begins to jeer very loudly. He then turns his attention to Daishi, who has already been knocked out.]

Dots: Not only NRC.

Peckman: NO! DON’T DO IT! DON’T DO IT, TREASURE!

[Much to Peckman’s disappointment, he does. He jams the sledgehammer into the throat of Daishi. Unlike NRC, he does not begin to cough up blood but instead just lay there motionless. The boos are almost deafening as Logan gets on the mic.]

Logan Treasure: "I thought I made this FUCKING clear enough each and every son of a bitch on this roster. But apparently kicking the shit out your half assed golden boy who just won himself the fucking Tri State title isn't going to cut it to you dead heads. As anyone with a sense of comprehension and eye sight saw tonight, I raped, no dare say mauled a woman to her near death, and witnessed the dismantling of some kid who thinks he's the next big star from Japan. And oh yeah, I just beat the shit out of Ryan Corey with a sledgehammer."

[The crowd begins to grow louder with boo as Logan continues.]

Logan Treasure: "I came in here seeking respect, glory, and the things that if you see even a single match with me, is what I deserve. But the past few weeks have opened my eyes. There's not a chance on this god forsaken soil that I'll achieve respect and glory here. They're nice, but in-between a masked gorilla finding a way to kick my ass and blow hards like Eric Ramirez reminding me that winning wasn't the only thing I was good at, I just remembed that I am a mother fucking sadist. Seeing Mindy's blood spilled out on the floor, matting her hair and covering my right hand. It was..."

[Logan takes a moment to pause, a grin slowly sliding on his face.]

Logan Treasure: "..Liberating. I loved causing pain in the first place. I loved snapping men's legs in half, torturing them just because I'm that much better then them and taking my time in shattering their bones into pieces so they give up was a leisure activity. But I suppose I hadn't embraced it to the fullest. And to that I only say this. Trent Mathers, Daishi, Mindy, and Ryan Corey: I am done with you all. Feel proud sons and you annoying little bitch. You're name resides right by Trent Mathers and Demonio La Sangre on the victim list. It's due time wrestling got back to the root of what it was created for. Pain. It's due time you pen pushers shut the fuck up...and wrestle."

[He spikes the microphone, spits on Daishi and holds his tag title high, the crowd igniting in pictures but beginning to toss trash into the ring as Logan leaves.]

Dots: We’ve just seen the awakening of Logan Treasure here in the SWF, Peckman.

Peckman: I don’t know what to say.

Dots: Pray? Pray that you aren’t his next victim.

Peckman: Amen.

Larry Dots: So what do we have next?

Jimmy Peckman: Next is “Crippler” Matt McClain Vs “Little” Joey Average for the SWF SADISTIC TITLE!!!!!

Ring Announcer Zorana Blair: Ladies and Gentle men, the following contest is set for one fall, and it is for the vacant SWF Sadistic Championship! Introducing first, hailing from Houston Texas, weighting in at 230lbs, he is “Crippler” Matt McClain!

[The lights in the arena shut down, leaving the crowd in the dark, as bright flashes start to burst through out, acting as it were streaks of lighting. Soon, the sound of waves crashing along with the sound of thunder and howling winds fill the arena. They are soon joined by the shrill of sirens echoing though out the building.]

#SHUT UP WHEN I’M TALKING TO YOU…SHUT UP….SHUT UP…SHUT UP…SHUT UP WHEN I’M TALKING TO YOU!

[A hush falls over the crowd leaving the arena in total darkness. With out warning, multi-colored lights start exploding through out the arena. With in a matter of seconds a massive explosion rips through out the entranceway leaving most of the fans breathless as a wall of fire reaches out to touch the top of the arena. As the smoke and fire start to clear out, the fans can see that McClain’s Bayoutron video has come to life as his theme, a remix of One Step Closer, performed by Linkin Park, starts to rip though out the PA system. As his Bayoutron lights up, we see a golden outline of a flame comes into sight as McClain silver cross slams into the flame as it sounds like steel hitting steel, and is quick to fade to blackness as his name is quick to fade in. Soon it starts to flash across the Bayoutron into various different fonts and colors Behind his name, there are clips of The Submission Specialist winning past titles, making opponents tap with his crippling Breaking Point, climbing to the top rope and hitting the high flying Storm Surge, and his newest submission move, The Perfect Storm, as well as his Natural Disaster. We catch only a glimpse of him pulling off some of the most unbelievable moves ever seen.]

#EVERYTHING YOU SAY TO ME, BRINGS ME ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO BREAK…

#I NEED A LITTLE ROOM TO BREAK, BECAUSE I’M ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO BREAK

#I FIND THE ANSWERS AREN’T SO CLEAR, I WISH I COULD FIND A WAY TO DISSAPPEAR…ALL THESE THOUGHTS THEY MAKE NO SENSE, I FOUND THIS IN INGRONCE, NOTHING SEEMS TO GO AWAY…OVER AND OVER AGAIN… JUST LIKE BEFORE!

[He soon steps into the entranceway looking around the arena as a grin plays across his lips. As soon as the fans see him, they start to boo very loudly, as he raises both arms high into the air as the crowd roars with disapproval! As he makes the slow walk to the ring, the multi-colored lights start to glisten off his skin. He's dressed in a pair of metallic green tights. On his left leg of his tights in a metallic purple lettering, and outlined in golden yellow color is his name “CRIPPLER”, and on his opposite leg, in the same metallic purple material and outlined in the same golden yellow material is a modified cross surrounded in flames. His white paten leather boots bare the same cross as his tights in a green paten leather color. His wrist and forearms are taped up with the similar metallic colored tape. His hair cut short with the front longer, has been re-dyed a deep royal blue, almost black. His silver black-framed Oakley’s hide his cold ice blue eyes from the world, as the shimmering ice iridium reflective lens shine with the exploding lights as they blink off and on suddenly as he makes his way closer to the ring.]

#EVERYTHING YOU SAY TO ME, BRINGS ME ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO BREAK…

#I NEED A LITTLE ROOM TO BREAK, BECAUSE I’M ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO BREAK…

#EVERYTHING YOU SAY TO ME, BRINGS ME ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO…BREAK!

#SHUT UP WHEN I’M TALKING TO YOU…SHUT UP….SHUT UP…SHUT UP…SHUT UP….I’M ABOUT TO BREAK!

#EVERYTHING YOU SAY TO ME, BRINGS ME ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO BREAK…

#I NEED A LITTLE ROOM TO BREAK, BECAUSE I’M ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO BREAK…

#I NEED A LITTLE ROOM TO BREAK, BECAUSE I’M ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO BREAK

[As soon as he enters the ring, two spotlights bath him in a pale blue color, circle around the arena and then converge into the center of the ring where the Matt McClain stands frozen. His chiseled body, which is bathed in the pale blue light, is ridged. He soon breaks the still stance by jerking up his arms high into the air. The boo’s of the fans give him a sudden massive rush. With his arms out stretched high into the air, flash bulbs all over the arena pop with a bright white light. It's almost an indescribable feeling coped with the booing of the fans as the lights in the arena start to slowly come back on.]

#I NEED A LITTLE ROOM TO BREAK, BECAUSE I’M ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO BREAK…

#I NEED A LITTLE ROOM TO BREAK, BECAUSE I’M ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO…BREAK!

Ring Announcer Zorana Blair: And his opponent, hailing from Washington D.C. weighing in at 369 pounds, he is a former WWA World Tag Team Champion, he is “Little” JOEYYYYYY AVERAGEEEEEEE!!!

[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. To 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. As the smoke begins to clear, “Little” Joey Average emerges from the entrance way much to the delight of the fans. 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. With both fists thrust high in the air, Joey begins to make his way down the aisle.]

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?

[Joey tags hands with any fan that wants. He even stops to sign an autograph or two. A few fans even want hugs to which Joey is more then happy to oblige.]

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

[ When he reaches the ringside area, Joey makes his way all the way around the ring making sure to high five and fist any fan who asks.]

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 slides in the ring. He gets another pop from the crowd as he scales the turnbuckles for one final salute.]

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

[Both men in the ring as McClain’s cold ice-white eyes lock onto Average as a cocky smile sweeps across his lips as he bends and twist his neck from the left to the right, popping his neck with each turn. Average looks his eyes on McClain with a serious look. The ref going over the rules of the match and then out of no where, McClain bitch slaps Average as the ref quickly moves out of the way as the two lunge at each other.]

JP: McClain and Joey lock up as they are battling to see who will gain control.

LD: There’s my boy McClain with a waist lock. He’s looking for a German, but Joey is breaking out with a few elbow shots, nothing but dumb luck if you ask me.

[Joey comes around into a hammerlock. McClain counters and drops Joey with a kick drop to his knee as he floats over into a fujiwara arm bar. Average is much too close to the ropes and grabs them before McClain can wrench back on his arm. Average is up quick and then hits a chop block to the back of the knees of McClain, sending him crashing to the canvas, clutching both knees.]

JP: Nice move by McClain, but it was Average that gains the upper hand as he’s locked on a single leg crab.

LD: McClain is a former WWA Worlds Heavyweight Champion, as well as WWA International, AND WWA World Tag Team Champion, Average is having nothing but luck right now….

JP: Time will tell on that, but remember, it was TCW that holds a win over the Nightmares, and this match is far from over.

LD: Yeah that’s true, BUT McClain wasn’t pinned, Diablo was, so Joey holds NOTHING over McClain!

[McClain powers up and crawls one hand at a time to make it to the ropes as the ref is forcing Average to break the hold. Now both men have gotten back to their feet as McClain starts to get a little feeling back to his leg. Once again, McClain and Average lock up. Matt shoves Average with everything he has along with a well placed boot behind Joey to trip him up as Average hits the canvas as Matt waits for Joey to stand, almost daring him. McClain quickly drops a leg drop on the back of his head as he grows tired of waiting and rolls him over and bends him back, setting up for a bow and arrow submission. The ref looking for the tap out, but Average keeps yelling no. Matt breaks the hold and up to his feet quickly as he lands a few stomps to the shoulder of Joey.

LD: Joey is trying to fight to his feet; he should give up already, and save us the time.

[Average fights his way up with a series of elbows as he pushes McClain off. He follows Matt and drops him with a thunderous clothesline out of no where, as McClain’s head bounces off the mat as a sickening thud is heard. Average into the ropes and comes down with a BIG body splash and connects full weight right onto the chest of McClain. Average back to his feet and smiles at the fallen McClain and drops a leg, but at the last second, McClain had enough, and was quick enough to get out of the way of the big man falling to the mat. Crippler is up and grabs Average’s wrist and thrust it up, locking his elbow, bring it to the point where he could break it with the smallest amount of pressure. He pushes Joey into the ropes and wraps his arm around the rope and pulls down, stretching his arm against the steel cable.]

LD: McClain is working the arm and shoulder of Joey, smart move by the greatest superstar the WWA has ever seen!

JP: He is forcing Average to his feet with an arm wringer, and some would think otherwise about who is the greatest WWA Superstar really is...

LD: Well “they” aren’t in the SWF and McClain is, not to mention I’m scared he’ll kick my ass…nasty temper McClain has.

JP: Irish whip attempt countered by McClain, he just nailed Average with an surprising power slam out of no where; as McClain is back on target as he locks the arm before he’s through as he right back on the attack.

LD: McClain needs to weaken the shoulder so that the Breaking Point can be effective.

[Average rolls through, using his weight to his advantage and counters the lock into a crossface chicken wing. The ref looking for the tap as Joey pulls back, mustering all the strength he can, but McClain refuses to tap out.]

JP: What a move by “Little” Joey Average! Seems to me that the former World Tag Team Champion is showing off a bit!

LD: School Boy!

1…

2…

JP: Kick out.

LD: Is Average stupid? McClain much too strong at this point and was way to close to the ropes for the pinfall there.

JP: No, Joey was looking at putting an end to this match, quick!

[Average sits right on the chest of Matt as he slams his fit into McClain’s face as he stand up and moves to McClain’s legs and locks the figure four on the “Crippler” in the middle of the ring. Matt has no where to go as the ref is looking for the tap out. McClain keeps refusing to tap out.]

LD: Look at McClain fight! He’s not going to tap out!

JP: He might, but McClain has never tapped out, will tonight be a first?

LD: HELL NO!

[McClain fighting the hold as pain is etched on his face. He lies back for a moment as his chest expands, sucking the air he needs to try and keep himself calm. We zoom in and we see the large “X” scar in the middle of his chest, a gift from Dez Bradley, we shoot to his face as he closes his eyes and grits his teeth, trying to stick it out. Then out of sheer desperation, we see the impossible!]

JP: McClain reverses the figure four!

LD: Look at Average squirm! He wants out of the hold!

JP: McClain almost pulled the win out of nowhere, as Joey makes it to the ropes yet once again, as Joey starting to get his grove now.

[The ref calls for the break as both men make it to their feet as they start to shake their legs a bit to get the blood flowing again. Matt and Average circle before locking up with each other as Joey comes in hard and catches Matt with a side headlock. McClain fights it and use the ropes to shove Average off as Matt runs into the ropes and explodes off of them right towards Average. Matt goes for a hip toss but Joey blocks it; and goes for a hip toss of his own but Matt blocks and nails a knee to the midsection sending Joey crashing to the mat. McClain bounces off the ropes again and drops a straggling Joey with a swinging neckbreaker.]

LD: “Crippler” looking sharp tonight! He’s going to be the new champ, no question about!

JP: Suck ass…why are you kissing his ass so much?

LD: I’m playing it smart for when McClain snaps and starts to cripple anyone he can get his hands on.

[Joey and McClain are both up, as Average plants Matt with a huge belly to belly release. He pulls Matt up and plants him with a rotating inverted Piledriver. The crowd now starting to get involved into the match as they show their approval for the long time SWF superstar. Joey looking to make advantage of the move goes to the second rope. He goes for a diving fist drop but Matt rolls out of the way.]

LD: That’s a big boy to be sitting on the second rope like that! But Joey fails to capitalize on the fist drop…Average up quick and shoots McClain into the ropes and catches him with a sleeper hold.

JP: McClain looking weak!

[We zoom in and we see Matt’s face as his eyes open and Preston is all over it. He quickly slaps on a dragon sleeper right in the middle of the ring. McClain, still coming to, tries to fight, but in his weakened state it becomes harder and harder to do so. The ref looks for the tap but McClain isn’t responding. The ref lifts Matt’s arm and it drops.]

[The ref counts 1…]

[The ref lifts McClain’s arm again and it drops for a second time.]

[The ref counts 2…]

JP: One more and McClain loses!

LD: NOOOOOOO!

[The ref lifts McClain’s arm once again and as it starts to fall, but stops midway down. The ref jumps up and down screaming 2! Two count only!]

[Average looks pissed and can do nothing but stare down at McClain before he slides out of the ring and makes a v-line for the announcer table, grabbing a glass of water and crawls back into the ring. Price throws the water into the face of McClain and slaps him hard to wake him up.]

LD: I knew it! I knew it!

[Joey is livid and is in the face of the ref and the ref is right back in the face of Average! Joey decides to take a breather for a moment and rolls out of the ring to collect his thoughts.]

JP: McCLAIN IS UP!

LD: HOLY SHIT! Suicide Dive from McClain!

[ CRIPPLER! CRIPPLER! CRIPPLER!]

JP: What a move, Joey saw it out of the corner of his eye and moved at the last second!

LD: Damn, I never saw Joey’s fat ass move so quick with the exception of the time when he saw at the last burger on the table in the back at the last Warpath! Joey whipping McClain into the steel steps, which had to take a lot out of Matt.

JP: Average’s not done though; he drops the sternum of McClain across the barricade. He looks like he is going to smash Matt’s head against it now.

LD: Blocked by McClain and he smashes Joey into the barricade!

JP: Joey is staggered. McClain is up on the apron…

[SWF! SWF! SWF! SWF! SWF! SWF!]

LD: Asia Moonsault!

JP: Both Joey and McClain are both down, but Matt is starting to stir a bit. How in the hell is McClain even moving?

(“CRIPPLER”, “CRIPPLER”, “CRIPPLER”)

LD: McClain rolls into the ring, he looks spent.

(Matt stands and watches as Joey gets up. Joey slides into the ring slowly and is met with a guillotine leg drop. McClain pulls him up and whips him into the corner. Matt set’s him up onto the top rope.)

JP: Average with a shot to the head of McClain, he puts him up in a fireman’s carry! He’s looking for a top rope DVD!

[ Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!]

LD: McClain countered! McClain countered!

JP: What a move! Neck breaker off the top rope and both men are down. The ref is starting the ten count!

1…

2…

3…

LD: McClain is using the ropes! But can he get up.

4…

5…

6…

7…

JP: Matt fell!

8…

LD: He’s on the ropes again!

9…

LD: McClain made it up! He made it!

JP: Joey is on his knees!

LD: A place he should be familiar with!

[McClain struggling to his feet as he nails a double leg take down and is looking for the Texas Clover Leaf. McClain locks it in and sits down and pulls back, which we can see the expression on the face of Joey is one of pure agony!

JP: No! Joey has the ropes!

LD: Joey got the ropes!

JP: McClain and Average are both exhausted. Either men can hardly move! This has been an amazing match!

[McClain is up; Average pulls himself to his feet. Average staggers a bit, and then charges McClain with a clothesline, but McClain sidesteps and catches the arm of Joey and slams him down to the mat and locks on the Breaking Point!]

LD: BREAKING… No Joey rolled through!

JP: Anklelock! Joey has Matt locked in an anklelock!

LD: McClain is fighting for the ropes! He can’t make it he can’t make it! NO! This wasn’t suppose to happen this way!

JP: No!

LD: Counter damn it! COUNTER THE DAMN MOVE!

JP: No!

LD: HOLY SHIT! McCLAIN DID IT! McCLAIN REVERSED IT! He flips over and has Joey’s arm! It’s locked!

JP: No!

LD: Joey is going to tap!

JP: Not with his hand on the ropes like that!

[McClain breaks the hold, Average and McClain lock up and Joey comes out ahead. He drops McClain in a chest buster.]

LD: Yes! McClain is going for the…

LD & JP: BREAKING POINT!

JP: Middle of the ring, this is all academic now.

[Ding, Ding, Ding]

Ring Announcer Zorana Blair: Here is YOUR winner, and NEW SWF SADISTIC CHAMPION, “CRIPPLER” MATT McCLAIN!

LD: That’s the match, Average had to tap. What a match up!

[Matt breaks the hold and leaves the broken body of Average on the mat as the ref hands him his new SWF Sadistic Championship. He throws his hands high into the air with the title in hand. The crowd is booing as a sick and twisted look come over his face as he turns back to his beaten opponent.]

JP: What’s McClain doing now?

LD: Looks like he’s look at his opponent, what the hell does it look like Jimmy?!?!?

[Joey starts to stir as he exits the ring near the turnbuckle McClain is perched on. Joey taking a second to collect himself as Matt leaps off and grabs Joey head as he drives it right into the steel steps as a sickening thud echoes through out the area as the crowd fall silent as Joey doesn’t move. McClain not aware of Joey’s condition as he goes under the ring and starts to look for a toy to play with.

After a few moments Matt finds what he wants, a dented steel chair. He walks over to where Joey’s head is laying against the steel steps with a blank look in his eyes. McClain cocks back and is ready to explode, but the ref jumps in and starts to warn McClain not to do it. A few seconds after the ref yelling at him, he lowers the chair and starts to walk away, but out of no where he turns around and swings the chair with all his might and slams it into Joeys head and his takes the first shot. Yes I said the first shot. A second shot comes out of no where and slams into his head again as we can see a trickle of blood starts to flow from under his eye and a large red puddle on the steel steps and the mat underneath. Ref’s from the back and pushes the new Sadistic Champion back as his smile disappears for a second at what he has done and if you look closely, you could swear he has a small bit of remorse written on his face, but it quickly disappears as a sick smile takes its place.]

LD: Well he’s the Sadistic Champion, got to live up to the hype right?

LP: Oh my God…Joey Average isn’t moving…I think…I think we have something going on in the back.

LD: McClain living up t the new title and living up to his nickname of “Crippler”

Jimmy Peckman: We’re getting another video feed backstage!

[Tai Havens office.]

Voice: “About damn time both of you show up.]

[Inside stands “The Nightbringer” Ryan Corey the number one contender to the WWA World title come Shockwave. The other man in the room is “The Anathema” Ryan Matthews the current WWA World champion. Behind the desk is Tai Haven the owner of MSW.]

Tai Haven: “Okay I just got word from the entire WWA staff. Something that I was told to tell you BOTH!”

[They both look at Haven and grow in anticipation as to what he is going to say.]

Tai Haven: “In best interest for the main event at Shockwave where Ryan Matthews defends against you Ryan Corey the WWA staff decided.”

[Slight pause.]

Tai Haven: “That you two cannot TOUCH each other and if you do Ryan you lose the WWA World title and Ryan Corey you will lose your shot at the championship. Thank you and have a good day!”

[Fade out of his office.]

Jimmy Peckman: HOLY HELL! That was a shock! If Ryan Matthews touches Ryan Corey he will lose the WWA World championship!

Larry Dots: If “The Nightbringer” touches Ryan then he loses his shot at the championship for Shockwave! What a way to just piss them off and make them want to beat the hell out of each other!

Jimmy Peckman: Up next the SWF Heavyweight championship will finally be decided. We will also find out WHO the mystery man is and this will just be one helluva match!

(The SWFtron shows footage of the backstage area, as Jason Lockhart makes his way to the ring. He walks from his locker room to the curtain, barely flinching and looking ready for war. He stops outside the curtain and stretches out a bit more before starting through the curtain. He is stopped by an unnamed SWF backstage interviewer and turns around rather agitated at being stopped.)

Interviewer: Excuse me, Mr. Lockhart. I know you are ready for your entrance, but I would just like to talk to you for a moment before you do.

Lockhart: Go ahead, shoot.

Interviewer: You stated in your last appearance here that you were done when you lost the WWA World title, so why are you back?

Lockhart: One last contractual obligation before I am done here. I fulfill all of my obligations and I am looking to go out here on top, so I made one LAST appearance tonight, as I was advertised.

Interviewer: So this is it for you here in Michigan? What is next?

Lockhart: Well what is next is a beating for my 5 opponents in the ring, but after that I will be going back over to Japan for a tour there, if you must know. Can I go now?

Interviewer: Just a few last comments from you, if you please.

Lockhart: Well, it has been a long, eventful stay here and I would like very much for the fans to know that I appreciate any one of them who has ever bought an SWF ticket and specifically, a ticket to see me wrestle in front of them. I am looking to take out Matthews for them tonight and avenge the last two losses they have seen out of me. But to all them, I have one thing to say…thank you! You have made this an enjoyable stay for me and I do have one match left on my contract and that is left for a man named Preston Price! I want to finish him off, just like the MSW is finished tonight! So any time he is game, I am up for it and he will be my last match, no if, ands, or buts about it. Price, Haven, make this happen and we will settle my debt to the SWF in full! Again, thank you to all the SWF faithful and I am ready to go with that said!

Interviewer: I can say no more and won’t. Thank you, Jason, from the SWF officials, fans and anyone else affiliated with this place! Go out there and light it up one more time in Indianapolis!

Lockhart: I will!

(With that said, Lockhart moves for the first set of curtains, showing him stretching out again as they close on him and waiting for his music to start.)

("Your Heroes are Dead" by Project 86 begins to play over the PA. Red, white, and blue laser lights pierce the arena, moving over the crowd as the screen cuts to the first scene of the padlocked heart in a diamond. A scope then begins moving down the screen until is moves off the screen, with a gold spotlight moving down where the scope would have come down from the screen. It settles on the entrance curtain and the strobe lights stop and line up down the entryway, ordering themselves in a red, white, and blue pattern down the walkway. The picture of the padlock heart appears to be coming closer on the screen and then it appears as though it goes through the keyhole of the heart and the screen spells out, word-by-word, “The WWA Franchise and Legend Killer!” Then the curtain starts to open and a figure stands in the shadows as some video plays that shows Lockhart doing various signature move and his finishers, as well as winning various matches, including title matches and his recent WWA World title win and even some of his amateur wrestling shots like his amateur World championship win.)

#There’s something coming and it’s coming for you-The mob is restless looking for something new
#You led us here with an eternal promise-The gallows calling for you to pay for this
#Now that we’re left here on our own-We’ve nowhere left to turn

(A man moves from behind the curtain and stands looking at the crowd, his green eyes surveying everything, before then moving his focus to the ring. The monster of a man is wearing his BPP "Locked Hart" t-shirt over his singlet, his his prized BPP All-Asia Heavyweight title and his PNW Heavyweight title on his right shoulder, for his entrance to the ring. He poses a bit, flexing and bouncing on the balls of his feet, shadow boxing a bit, and then points up to the sky. A huge burst of pyros go off as he continues bouncing on his feet, then he begins his move towards the ring.)

#Now that we’re left here on our own-There is nowhere left to turn-Who will see me through?

(Stops mid-way to pose some more and then abruptly raising his arms pointing towards the sky and looking up.)

#Your heroes are dead-They were all in you head-When nothing is left we’ll start again
#Your heroes are dead-They were all in you head-When nothing is left we’ll start again

Blair: Now coming to ring, standing at 6'3 and weighing in at 265 pounds...

#What fitting ends-To our fearless fathers
#The cost of treason-Isn't paid in dollars
#With nothing left-There is nothing to lose
#We’ll watch the city gates-Falling all around you

Blair: A former amateur World champion, PNW Triple Crown champion, BPP All-Asia Heavyweight champion and WWA World Tag Team champion. He is an internationally renowned wrestling superstar and the former WWA World Heavyweight champion...

#Your heroes are dead-They were all in you head-When nothing is left we’ll start again
#Your heroes are dead-They were all in you head-When nothing is left we’ll start again

Blair: "The Shooter" Jason Lockhart!

#You said I’d never make it-That I could only fail
#But I'm the one who’s standing-And what has happened to you?

(He then continues to move toward the ring, jumping onto the apron with a burst of pyros from the ring posts, and moving between the ropes into the ring.)

#Now that we’ve said goodbye to you-We’ve started something new

(He stands in the middle of the ring, as the song is finishing, then balls up his fist and strikes his chest three times before raising it, pointing his index finger to the sky.)

#Your heroes are dead-They were all in you head-When nothing is left we’ll start again

#Your heroes are gone-They left with the dawn-Now its just us well carry on

(The song finishes and the lights come back up on the arena to find Lockhart standing in one corner of the ring. He is also wearing two gold medals around his neck, one which shows him as being an Olympic heavyweight wrestling champion and the other which recognizes him as a member of the PNW’s Summer Games 4-winning team. He then hands his titles to a ringside official, takes off the medals and his shirt, handing them off as well and looks at the referee, ready to begin.)

Peckman: Jason Lockhart is in his final match in the SWF.

[ Dan Easton has made his way silently through the arena and is already inside the ring. He said that tonight, he is all business. ]

Dots: This is unusual for Dan to do.

[The lights drop off in the arena as smoke begins to rise.]

Uh uh uh
I just gotta bring it to they attention dirty, that's all..

[Strobes hit as the tempo rises and lyrics begin as the curtans open.]

You better watch who you talkin bout
Runnin your mouth, like you know me
You gon' fuck around and show why the "Show Me" get called the "Show Me"
Why one-on-one you can't hold me if your last name was hands
Only way you wear me out is stitch my name on your pants
No resident of France
But you swear I'm from Paris
Hundred-six karats - total? Naw that's per wrist
Trying to compurr this - my chain to yo' chain
I'm like Sprint or Motorola - no service, out of your range
You out of your brains, thinkin I'ma shout out your name
You gotta come up with better ways than that to catch your fame
All that pressure you applyin it's time to ease off
Before I hit you from the blindside takin your sleeves off
As much as we's floss, still hard to please boss
Don't be lyin bitchin and cryin - suck it up as a loss
Cause your, acts is wack, your whole label is wack
And matter fact, eh eh-eh eh a-hold that

[We see Calib Wallace emerge through, and begins walking to the arena. He laughs as he brushes his hand at some fans as he walks to the ring.]

I.. am.. number one
No matter if you like it
Here take it sit down and write it
I.. am.. number one
Hey hey hey hey hey hey - now let me ask you man
What does it take to be number one?
Two is not a winner and three nobody remembers (hey)
What does it take to be number one?
Hey hey hey hey..

[He steps onto the ring apron and yells at a couple people, then shurgs it off as he gets into the ring.]

Do you like it when I shake it for ya, daddy? Move it all around?
Let you get a peep before it touches the ground?

[He stands in one corner, then turns and goes up to the second rope, and taunts the crowd and laughs at them for there pitty behavior.]

Hell yeah ma I love a girl that's willin to learn
Willin to get in the driver's seat and willin to turn
And not concerned about that he say, she say, did he say what I think he said? Squash that, he probably got that off eBay
Or some, Internet access some, website chat line
Mad cause I got mine, don't wind up on the flat line
Ohh if my uncle could see me know
If he could see how many rappers wanna be me now
Straight emulatin my style right to the "down down"
Can't leave out the store now better wait 'til they calm down
I got hella shorties, comin askin, "Yo where the party?"
Ohh lordy - will I continue to act naughty?
Mixing Cris' and Bacardi, got me thinkin fo' sho'
I'm not a man of many words but there's one thing I know - pimp

I....am number one

[With that, the chorus hits as he stands down as the music fades away.]

Dots: Blade has made quite an impact in his stay in the SWF. Maybe today will be his day to finally win the Heavyweight championship.

[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 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.]

Dots: Chris Saint is going to wrestle in two matches tonight. One for the SWF Heavyweight title and the other for the WWA Cruiserweight title.

(The lights in the arena fall out and the vision of a burning city with a pair of eyes floating over it appears. From the loudspeakers then comes the sounds of Adema’s "The Way You Like it")

I’ll get inside you…

I’ll get inside you…

(We swoop in on the burning city, only to see those same eyes disappear, and suddenly the screen goes to black before the first verse begins. As this occurs, the name Ryan Matthews appears on the screen, followed by highlights from Matthews’ career…)

Don't live ashamed, 'cause feelings change but fame remains
The reason why your gonna wanna take me home tonight
It's all the same up in this game, the people change
And money claims everyone from everything
I can't believe that you would think that shit of me
I was amazed at the torment that you put me through
If you can see right through the greed and all your needs
You realize that you were just about as bad as me

(As the chorus hits, so does the pyro as Ryan Matthews walks through the curtain, dressed in black from head to toe. He walks to the ring with a purpose, and as the camera pans up we see him wearing his usual SWAT style vest, black BDU cargos and a pair of black boots. Around his head is tied a black bandana and on his hands, up to the middle of his forearms, is black athletic tape.)

Sometimes I only remember the days when I was young
Nowadays no one remembers when they were young and stupid
(The way you like it)
Come on baby help me, someone to confide in
(I'll get inside you)
Now you're beggin' me to stay

My life has changed but fuck the fame, I'll stay the same
You can't complain when you can pay the bills and do your thing
Appreciate, don't player hate, congratulate
I miss the pain and the torment that you put me through
(I'll get inside you)
So what's to fear when everything is crystal clear
You realize that you should do the things you wanna do
Don't give in to what people say, don't be ashamed
To separate the feelings on your mind you can't sedate
(I'll get inside you)

(As Matthews continues his slow walk to the ring, it becomes apparent that he's all business, not even stopping to bother with the fans, instead he keeps his eyes on the ground in front of him as he walks almost zombie-like to the ring.)

Sometimes I only remember the days when I was young
Nowadays no one remembers when they were young and stupid
(The way you like it)
Come on baby help me, someone to confide in
(I'll get inside you)
Now you're beggin' me to stay
I'll get inside you
Now you're beggin' me to stay

(Matthews slides into the ring and moves to the nearest turnbuckle, turning out to face the crowd, he then slowly raises both his arms to the sky looking to the ceiling as though asking for help from above.)

I'll get inside you

(As the bridge goes by, Matthews pounds his chest a few times in seeming defiance as though it were the crowd who said the following…)

You would always say I'd never be shit
They would always say I'd never be shit
But look at me now, look at me now
Now you're beggin' me to stay
I'll get inside you
Now you're beggin' me to stay

The way you like it

(As the song continues, Matthews hops down from the turnbuckle, then calls the ref over to check him for weapons. When the ref has done so, Matthews quickly hops up on the turnbuckle again and takes a seat and begins checking himself over again to make sure everything is copacetic, seeming completely uninterested in his opponent until the match is ready to get underway... The song continues to play through the chorus one last time, fading away quickly though.)

Dots: OUR WWA WORLD CHAMPION! He is my pick to win this match.

Peckman: Only man left, is out Mystery man.

Dots: I wonder who he is?

[The lights go out]

I woke up today in London As the plane was touching down And all I could think about was monday And maybe ill be back around

[A blue mist begins to fall in the arena]

If this keeps me away much longer I dont know what i will do You've got to understand its a hard life That im going through

[A blue spotlight drapes over a man standing in the middle of the rampway, and wearing a black hoodie with his face pointed toward the ground]

(The music stops and you hear a scratching. It flips to a different song)

In the glare of a neon sign She laid her body down The damned walked in beside her And laid his money down He said don't try to scream now But I want this one to hurt And tonight my pretty one I'm gonna get my money's worth

[The man lifts his face up and stares out to the crowd as the lights slowly come and the mist slowly quits]

(The music stops)

[Gold pyros go off behind him as he throws his hoodie off and reveals himself.]

Jimmy Peckman: It's Deke Rivers! Deke is back in the SWF!

[He runs down the ramp and slides into the ring. He slides his hoodie off and reveals his scarred but well-defined body.]

Peckman: The rules of this match up are simple. Only two men will be in the ring and considered the legal men. You have to tag an opponent in for another man to be considered legal. The first person to score a pin fall or submission is declared the winner and the new SWF Heavyweight champion.

Dots: My only question is, who starts?

[ All six men are standing on the outside wondering the same question. Jason Lockhart ducks under the ropes and enters the ring as the crowd shows him their approval. ]

Peckman: The fans realize that this could be the last time they witness Jason Lockhart in the ring.

Dots: Thanks, Jimmy, for stating the obvious. I think Jason is pointing at the man who took the WWA World title from him, Ryan Matthews.

[ Jason is motioning for Ryan to get in the ring with his right hand. Matthews smiles and ducks under the ropes. ]

[ MAJOR POP! ]

Peckman: This is a rematch of the World title match that we witnessed not too long ago.

[ DING! DING! DING! ]

[ Ryan Matthews and Jason Lockhart begin the match by circling each other. Both men lunge at the same type and grapple. Matthews seems to get the upper hand due to his size advantage and backs up Lockhart into a corner. Ryan hits Lockhart with a sharp knee to the gut that folds him. Matthews raises the head of his opponent, and applies a front waist lock. ]

Dots: Matthews getting the better of Lockhart early on. I think it is good that Lockhart is retiring because he is showing his age.

[ BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX by Matthews. ]

Peckman: The world champ is challenging Lockhart to get onto his feet.

[ Matthews is at the feet of Lockhart, who seems to be knocked out. Matthews is looking for the Kimura arm lock. Lockhart swiftly rolls out of the lock and hops to his feet. Matthews stands and is greeted with a solid hook from Lockhart that sends him stumbling backwards. Lockhart moves in close and applies a bear hug. ]

Peckman: Jason Lockhart showing his power with that powerful bear hug.

Dots: Come on Ryan!

[ BEAR HUG SLAM! ]

Peckman: Matthews is down and Lockhart is on his feet with his hands raised. Jason is getting awfully close to where Deke Rivers, our mystery man, is standing behind the ropes.

Dots: Deke tags himself in and is staring right at Chris Saint. These two men hate each other.

[ Matthews blindsides Deke Rivers with a knee raise. Rivers folds over and Matthews connects with a snap suplex. Matthews springs to his feet and walks towards Chris Saint. He tags Saint in.]

Dots: Ryan Matthews is a smart man. He knows he has nothing to prove tonight and he knows that Saint and Deke absolutely cannot stand each other.

Peckman: Saint is known to smother opponents, not giving them room to catch their breath and he is doing so right now.

[ Saint is applying an arm bar on Rivers. Deke is trying to use his strength advantage to pull himself towards the ropes. Saint realizes he can’t hold back the larger man and releases the hold, only to land a quick leg drop. ]

Dots: Blade is getting restless on the outside and steps off of the apron and makes his way stealthily towards Dan Easton. Blade leaps up on the apron and locks in a rear waist lock. GERMAN SUPLEX ONTO THE GUARD RAIL!!!!!

Peckman: Is it legal for him to battle outside of the ring like this?

Dots: I do not see why it wouldn’t be.

[ Saint lifts up Rivers, Rivers knocks away the grapple ready arms and connects with a jarring neck breaker. Rivers mounts Saint and begins to pound away at the head of Saint. ]

Peckman: The action is hot inside the ring, but the action outside is getting even hotter outside.

[ Blade and Easton are trading shots in the front row of the seating. Easton is getting the upper hand. ]

Dots: Look at our World Champion!

[ Ryan Matthews is walking on the apron so that he is parallel to Blade and Easton. Matthews points to the crowd and leaps off. ]

SPLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Peckman: Ryan Matthews lands on both men sprawling all three into the seating section.

Dots: Matthews said that he wants to inflict some damage on his opponents and he is doing just that.

[ Rivers now has Saint in the air and sends him to the mat with a body slam. Rivers bounces off the ropes and runs towards the fallen Saint. ]

KNEE DROP!!

Peckman: Deke Rivers makes the first cover attempt of the match.

1.……..

2.………

KICKOUT!

[ Saint kicks out with force and rolls to the ropes. He slaps the leg of Lockhart, tagging Jason into the match. ]

[ Matthews is the first of the other two to rise to his feet. He throws Blade over the guard rail and does the same to Easton. Matthews jumps over the guard rail and lands a leg drop on Dan Easton. Blade manages to rise to his feet before Matthews could ready himself for a high impact spear. ]

Dots: Ryan’s back smacked the guard rail with force.

Peckman: Lockhart and Rivers are now the legal men in that match as Saint tries to catch his breath on the ring apron.

[ Blade lifts up Ryan Matthews and hits with a snap suplex. Dan Easton sneaks behind Blade as soon as he rises to his feet after landing the suplex. Easton with a low blow followed by a Russian Leg Sweep.]

Dots: Easton and Blade doing battle outside while Jason Lockhart is taking Deke Rivers to school in the ring.

[ Dan Easton with a scoop slam on Blade. Dan locks in the figure four near the announce table. Ryan Matthews has pulled out a steel chair from under the ring and is walking towards Easton and Blade. Saint sees the opportunity to take the World Champion out from behind and leaps off the apron.]

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!

Peckman: Forget about what is going on in the ring because Ryan Matthews just took Saint’s head off mid-air with that chair shot!

Dots: The best part is that the ref has no idea what is happening outside of the ring.

[ The chair shot opened up a cut on the forehead of the former two time heavyweight champion. Matthews approaches Easton who still has the figure four locked in tightly on Blade, who is screaming out in pain. ]

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!

Peckman: Ryan Matthews is doing major damage with that chair as he just cleaned Dan Easton‘s clock.

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!

Dots: Matthews with a chair shot to the back of Blade’s head.

Peckman: Matthews has thrown the chair to the side and is looking at the competitors in the ring.

Dots: I think he wants to clean house!

[ Matthews scales the turnbuckle and is preparing to jump when suddenly Daishi appears from the crowd and hops up on the apron. In a spectacular move, Daishi runs and hops from the apron to the top turnbuckle with Matthews and immediately hooks him for a head and arm suplex.]

Dots: That’s Daishi! What’s he about to…

Peckman: INCOMING!!!

[Both announcers scatter as Daishi turns slightly as he suplexes Matthews over, off the top turnbuckle out of the ring and through the announce table. Both men land with a loud crash though Matthews undoubtedly got the worst of it landing squarely on the table while Sam managed to crash down on the mats outside the ring.. From the crowd Mindy suddenly appears as well and tends to her man, quickly slapping him in the face a couple times to wake him up before helping him over the guardrail and the two of them quickly disappear into the crowd. ]

Dots: That was incredible! Daishi appeared out of nowhere, scaled the turnbuckles like some kind of ninja, and then laid waste to the WWA World Heavyweight Champion with one move.

Peckman: Not to mention what he did to the announce table! I think we might need some paramedics out here. I think Matthews is pretty well done as far as this match goes.

[ Medics begin to race down the aisle and place Ryan Matthews on the cart. ]

Dots: I am speechless.

[ As quickly as the medics came down the ramp, they make their exit carrying the World Champion with them to , most likely, the hospital. ]

Dots: Well, I guess he is not going to be the new SWF Heavyweight champion. I placed a lot of money on him.

Peckman: Did I not tell you to stop betting?

[ Jason Lockhart lands a reverse DDT in the ring. While the attention was drawn away from the ring with the brawling outside, Jason Lockhart and Deke Rivers have been hitting each other with everything but the kitchen sink. For the last minute, however, Jason Lockhart caught Rivers with a spinning neck breaker where Deke landed awkwardly and hurt his neck. ]

[ Chris Saint, bleeding from the forehead, manages to pull himself to the apron. Blade and Dan Easton are now walking to opposite sides of the ring, realizing that to win the match, they would need to be tagged in. ]

Peckman: Jason has taken advantage of the injury and capitalized on a ring shaking spine buster.

Dots: What is Saint doing?

Peckman: He seems to be climbing the top turnbuckle.

[ MOON SAULT ON DEKE RIVERS! ]

Dots: Saint rolls out of the ring and back onto the apron before the ref can get in his face. He is a smart wrestler, I will give him that.

[ Jason Lockhart lifts up Rivers. Reverse Gargoyle suplex by Jason Lockhart. Jason leaves no room for Rivers to regain his strength and locks in a leg lock. ]

Peckman: Jason Lockhart is giving Deke Rivers all that he can handle in his last match.

Dots: I think the moon sault from Saint took a lot out of Rivers.

Peckman: That is true because Rivers did not see it coming, therefore he couldn’t brace himself for the impact.

[ Jason Lockhart releases the hold and lifts up Rivers. Kick to the gut…]

LEGEND KILLER!!!!

[ Lockhart hits a “Legend Killer” on Rivers. and looks to go for the pin fall, but looks up to the curtain before he does and sees a face he hasn’t seen in a long time. ]

Dots: Look at who it is…it’s, it’s…

Peckman: It’s Vic Venom! Lockhart’s longtime nemesis, we haven’t seen him in a LONG time and I am sure it has been even longer for Lockhart!

[ Lockhart moves away from the pin and over near the ropes. He starts shouting at Venom, but Venom just starts laughing as he walks the walk to the ringside area. Deke Rivers unceremoniously dumps Lockhart over the top rope and Venom walks a bit faster trying to get to Lockhart before he gets up.]

Dots: Many people may not know the history between these two men, but I am fortunate enough to be able to fill you all in! Lockhart expelled Venom from Renge’s TPW after beating him in a loser-leaves-town match, so there is A LOT of bad blood between them!

Peckman: Yeah, he was Renge’s man to eliminate Venom from his promotion and these two haven’t been seen in a ring together since!

Dots: You have done your homework, Jimmy! I am impressed!

[ Lockhart gets up and meets Venom just beyond the apron of the ring. They begin to brawl with each other as the action continues in the ring. They start out alongside the ring, but Lockhart starts to reel Venom, pushing him back the walkway. They both fight against the guardrail and in the walkway with Venom starting to get the upper hand and then Lockhart switching it up again. They fight back towards the curtain with neither man gaining an advantage and indefinitely taking Lockhart out of the match for the SWF Heavyweight title. They eventually stop outside of the curtain and continue to brawl with each other as the action continues in the ring.]

Dots: Now we are down to four.

Peckman: Remember, only one pin fall will declare the winner.

[ The ref is signaling for another man to step into the ring. Before Saint could react, Blade hops over the ropes and enters the ring. Blade charges in and is greeted with a surprisingly powerful clothesline from Rivers. ]

Dots: Deke has been in the ring for a long time and I think he should tag in someone.

Peckman: I think Deke is thinking the same thing as he tags in Dan Easton.

[ Easton steps through and meets a standing Blade. Both men begin to circle each other. Easton overpowers Blade and launches Blade into the turnbuckle. Running splash by the former two time heavyweight champion. ]

Dots: Easton is using his size and power to dismantle the cruiserweight.

[ Easton whips Blade into the ropes. Blade on the rebound, he ducks under a clothesline that almost took his head off. Easton spins around and connects with a kick to the mid section of Blade. Blade’s head lowers…SIT DOWN POWERBOMB!!!!!!]

Peckman: Easton with a cover.

1.………

2.………

KICKOUT!

Dots: Blade is tougher then that.

[ Easton grabs the legs of Blade and is looking to lock in the move that he accomplished outside of the ring. Blade begins to kick away at the larger man, but to no avail. Easton locks in the figure four in the center of the ring. Blade feels the pain instantly. ]

Peckman: This could be the end. We could witness the crowning of a three time heavyweight champion with this move.

[ Blade is about to tap… ]

Dots: Come on Calib, not like this.

[ HE TAPS! ]

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ Deke Rivers delivered a huge super kick to the jaw of Dan Easton. The ref waives off the submission because the hold was broken before Blade’s hand touched the matt. Blade rolls to a corner to catch his breath. Easton is down. Saint is in the ring…. So is Deke Rivers. ]

SPEAR!!!

[ Saint with a huge spear on Deke Rivers that sends Rivers out of the ring. Saint hops out of the ring and onto the apron. He taps the back of Blade and rolls Blade out of the ring. Dan Easton rises to his feet with his back to Saint. ]

Peckman: Chris Saint measures up Easton before attacking.

[ Easton ducks the spinning heel kick attempt by Saint and catches the leg. Easton lands a powerful Olympic slam. ]

Dots: Saint got caught!

[ Easton lifts up Saint and sets up a piledriver. ]

BOOOOM!

Peckman: I think Saint is dead.

[ Deke Rivers pulls himself back onto the apron. Blade has found the strength to stand on the apron, as well. Easton signals to the crowd that the match is over. Easton lifts up Chris and prepares for his finishing move. Saint wiggles and slides out of it. Easton swings and Chris catches the arm. T-BONE SUPLEX! ]

Dots: Saint is back on his feet and looks to finish off Easton.

[ GRASP OF DEATH!!!!! ]

Peckman: A modified cross face by Chris Saint. He may have a problem, though, because he is very close to the ropes and to Deke Rivers.

[ Easton quickly reaches blindly for Rivers. Rivers tags himself in and kicks Saint in the forehead to break the hold. Saint rolls away from Rivers and slowly stands on his feet with his vision faltering because of the blood in his eyes created by that chair shot from Ryan Matthews. Rivers is stalking Saint. Rivers ducks a haymaker by Saint. Rivers whips Saint into the turnbuckle. ]

[ POISONCIDE!!!! ]

Peckman: Impressive move.

Dots: Chris Saint has been broken.

Peckman: Deke with the cover.

1.…

2.…

3.…

[ All that you can hear is the crowd counting. ]

4.…

5.…

[ The ref has not moved and is pointing at Blade. ]

Dots: What the hell?!

[ Deke Rivers stands on his feet and approaches the ref. ]

Deke Rivers: COUNT!!

Ref: He’s not the legal man, Deke. Blade is. [ He points to Blade’s corner. ]

[ Except….Blade isn’t there anymore. ]

Peckman: HE’S BEHIND YOU!

[ Blade with a roll up pin on Deke. Blade uses the ropes as leverage. ]

1.………..

[ Dan Easton slides in the ring to break the count. ]

2.……….

[ Dan Easton dives for the pile. ]

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

[ DING ! DING! DING! ]

Peckman: BLADE IS THE NEW SWF HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!

Dots: Look on the ramp way! It’s Jason Lockhart who finally disposed of Vic Venom backstage.

Peckman: He looks disappointed.

[ Jason Lockhart slides into the ring and first looks at Dan Easton. He walks up to Easton and pats Dan on the back. He walks further and comes to Deke Rivers who is now on his feet glaring at Blade. Rivers glances at Jason, they both stare at each other for awhile until finally they trade a nod. ]

Dots: What the hell is going on?

Peckman: This was the man’s last match. They are giving him their respect, so live with it!

[Saint is using the corner to brace himself. Jason Lockhart slowly approaches the man he has had many wars with. Saint wipes the blood from his eyes and steps out to meet Lockhart. Saint extends his hand and Lockhart instantly takes it. Lockhart whispers a few words into his ear which causes Saint to nod. ]

[Blade is in the center of the ring, raising his newly won Heavyweight title. Jason Lockhart approaches from behind and grabs the Heavyweight title from Blade. ]

[ Silence. ]

[ Jason Lockhart takes a moment to stare at the title belt before he kisses it and hands it back to Blade. ]

[ Standing ovation for the former WWA World Champion. ]

[ Jimmy Peckman is making his way into the ring. He steps under the ropes and approaches Jason Lockhart. ]

Peckman: From the entire SWF staff and it’s fans, I would like to say…

[ Peckman extends his hand. ]

Peckman: Thank you for the memories.

[ Jason grasps it firmly. ]

[With Jason walking away and Blade holding the SWF Heavyweight championship while “The Black Lamb” Deke Rivers lies outside of the ring trying to collect himself “Ruthless” Wally Renfield appears at the top of the entrance.]

Jimmy Peckman: IT’S THE FORMER SWF HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!

Larry Dots: NOW THE FORMER SWF SADISTIC CHAMPION!

Wally Renfield: “I hate to break this to everybody... Mainly Blade and Deke but I am the new SWF COMMISSIONER!

[Crowd boos.]

Wally Renfield: There wont be any party for Blade as he now has to prepare for his first defense on this next upcoming Warpath!

[Quick pause.]

Wally Renfield: It will be against... “THE BLACK LAMB” DEKE RIVERS!!!

[He turns around and begins to walk away.]

Wally Renfield: Oh yeah...

[He turns back to face the ring.]

Wally Renfield: So nobody else gets involved... It will be in a STEEL CAGE MATCH!

[Renfield smiles and walks off to the back.]

Jimmy Peckman: Wow... Another huge match booked for Warpath! First Canis Lee will be facing off against “The Rising Star” Preston Price for the SWF Tri-States championship! Now Deke Rivers will face off against Blade for the SWF Heavyweight championship!

Larry Dots: I don’t understand why he would even give Deke a shot at the belt those two hated each other! Hell those two fought for the SWF Heavyweight title in a first blood match at Sadistic Dreams nearly a year ago!

Jimmy Peckman: Well another match will be on Warpath and it will be “Crippler” Matt McClain against Stringbean MELLY! The Sadistic title isn’t on the line but the SWF rules are in effect. That means ANYTHING GOES!

Larry Dots: This is a very exciting night lets get onto WWA International title match!

Peckman: You ready for this one, Dots?

Dots: Am I ready? What kind of question is that? I’m here aren’t I?

Peckman: No need to get so snippy.

Dots:……… Did you just say snippy?

Peckman: I believe I did.

Dots: Well, was it in your show outline?

Peckman: No it wasn’t. I improvised it.

Dots: How about you improvise some talent?!?!

Peckman: What’s with you tonight?

Dots: Nothing is with me, well besides you, which I wish was nothing.

Peckman: Let’s just go down to the ring….

(The Arena goes dark)

1, 2, 3 - Go!

(Pyro explodes and strobe lights turn on as Step up is blaring in the background)

Broken,
Yeah, you've been living on the edge of a broken dream.
Nothing,
Yeah, that's the only thing you'll ever take away from me.
I'm never gonna stop,
I'm never gonna drop,
Ain't no different than it was before.
(The Scorpion emerges from the back wearing a black acolyte robe.)
So take some good advice,
You better stop and think twice,
Before you take your first step,
Out that door.

(The Scorpion looks around the arena and starts to feel the adrenaline rushing)

Zorana Blair: Making his way to the ring Weighing in 275 Lb from Atlanta Georgia

If you wanna step up (step up),
You're gonna get knocked down (knocked down).
If you wanna step up (step up),
You're gonna get knocked down.
(He starts to make his way to the ring)
You had your chance to walk away.
Live to see another day.
Announcer: The Scorpion !!!
If you wanna step up (step up),
You're gonna get knocked down (knocked down).
You're gonna get knocked down...

(Walking very slowly The Scorpion slaps the hands of all of the fans and hugs a couple of people)

Aaaaah...Suffering,
Yeah, that's the only thing here that's left for you.
Nothing,
Yeah, that's the only thing you're ever gonna -- do.

I'm never gonna stop,
I'm never gonna drop,
Ain't no different than it was before.
So take some good advice,
You better stop and think twice,
Before you take your first step,
Out that door.

So if you wanna step up (step up),
You're gonna get knocked down (knocked down).
If you wanna step up (step up),
You're gonna get knocked down.

You had your chance to walk away.
Live to see another day.

(Stepping into the ring finally he removes his robe and the crowd’s cheers as he makes his weigh to each of the turnbuckles where he stand of them and gives a flex or two)

If you wanna step up (step up),
You're gonna get knocked down (knocked down).
You're gonna get knocked down...
You're gonna get knocked down...
And now you've crossed that line...
You must be out your mind.
Go.

If you wanna step up (step up),
You're gonna get knocked down (knocked down).
If you wanna step up (step up),
You're gonna get knocked down.

You had your chance to walk away.
Live to see another day.

(After the flexing he stand in the middle of the ring waiting for the match to begin)

If you wanna step up (step up),
You're gonna get knocked down (knocked down).
You're gonna get knocked down...
You're gonna get knocked down (step up).
You're gonna get knocked down...
You're gonna get knocked down (step up).
You're gonna get knocked... down!

Peckman: I think we know who the fans are rooting for in this match.

Dots: Who needs the fans! Look at Price, he doesn’t have the fans support and look how successful he is.

Peckman: The fans certainly can’t hurt, especially in a match that is fixing to be as close as this one will. In fact, I’d argue that they could be the difference maker.

Dots: If that’s how you argue, let’s be glad you aren’t my attorney.

[The arena goes dark as the voice of Mark Collie and his song “In Time” begins to play over the PA system.]



#I can hear what you're thinking,
All your doubts and fears,
And if you look in my eyes, in time you'll find,
The reason I'm here.#

Zorana Blair: From Atlanta, Georgia, weighing 240 pounds, now residing in Ann Arbor, Michigan. He is the SWF Tri-Cities Champion as well as the MSW Heavyweight Champion. He is PRESTOOOOOOOOON PRIIIIIIIIIIIIIICE!

#And in time all things shall pass away,
In time, you may come back someday.
To live once more, or die once more,
But in time, your time will be no more.#

[A white light shines upon the main entrance area as Preston Price steps up to the ramp in black long tights with blue lighting bolts on each side. The crowd begins to boo as the song continues to play. Price is sporting more of a distressed look instead of his usual confident look.]

#You know your days are numbered,
Count them one by one,
Like notches in the handle of an outlaw's gun.
You can outrun the devil, if you try,
But you'll never outrun the hands of time.#

[Price has made his way down to the arena and stands on the apron. He finally gets in as the chorus makes its second go around.]

#In time there surely, come a day
In time all things shall pass away,
In time you may come back some say.
To live once more, or die once more,
But in time, your time will be no more.#

[Price stands up on the second turnbuckle and puts one fist in the air as the crowd begins to boo him once again.]

#I can hear what you're thinking.#





[The house lights go up once again as Price waits for the bell to ring.]

Peckman: This match is destined to be a classic!

Dots: If by classic you mean Scorpion is another spec on “The Rising Star’s” rocket to the moon, you are right.

Peckman: If he’s a star, why is he using a rocket to get to the moon? Wouldn’t he already been in orbit?

[A stunned Dots looks at his broadcast colleague.]

Dots: What the hell, Pecker-Wood, do I look like an astrologist?

DING! DING! DING!

[The two move in for a lock-up but Price quickly delivers a kick to the gut followed by a hard strike to the forehead. He hits him with another one backing Scorpion up into the ropes. He grabs Scorp by the arm and whips him across. As Scorpion comes back, Price tries to knock him down but it’s like going into a brick wall as he himself crumbles upon impact.]

Peckman: Price may be a lot of things but he stronger than Scorpion surely isn’t one of them.

Dots: There you go hating on the underdog again. What’s with you tonight?

Peckman: I hardly think Price is the underdog. As I said before, I believe it’s pretty much even right down the middle.

Dots: Ever think of taking up figure skating? What with the amazing amount of back skating you do.

[A frustrated Price gets up and once again attempts to take down Scorpion by running into him. The end result is the same. This time Price challenged Scorpion to run into him. Different idea, same result. Scorpion runs right over Price, who bounces back to his feet. Scorpion goes off the ropes again but this time Price sidesteps him, and sticks out the knee. Scorp flips over on to the mat.]

Dots: Price may not be as strong as Scorpion but he sure as hell is a lot smarter. Of course, so is your pet rock.

Peckman: Pet rock? What are you talking about?

Dots: its okay, I won’t tell anybody.

[Price makes sure the fans know how smart he is before going back to work on Scorpion. He grabs Scorpion and sends him hard into the turnbuckle. Price charges in but Scorpion swivels out of the way. He grabs Price, planting his back into the turnbuckle and nails him with a very stiff looking slap to the chest. Price winces then spins Scorpion around, returning the favor even harder. Scorpion clinches his chest together then plants Price back in his original spot. This time the sound from the slap echoes throughout the arena. Price attempts to reverse it but Scorpion cuts him off with an elbow to the head. He then unloads on Price with vicious slaps. Once he finally relents, Price falls through the ropes to the floor. The camera shows his very red chest while the crowd pops for the challenger.]

Peckman: Tell me that the crowd is not aiding Scorpion?

Dots: The crowd is not aiding Scorpion.

Peckman: It was a rhetorical question.

Dots: Big words for such a little, petty man.

Peckman: For some reason, I could sure use a drink right about now….

[Scorpion retrieves Prices on the floor. He rolls him back into the ring. After sending him into the ropes, Scorpion drives him down in the mat hard with a nasty looking spinebuster. He quickly scoots position to hook the leg.]

Peckman: THIS COULD BE IT!!!!

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Dots: I’m offended that you’d even think that’s all it would take to take Price out.

Peckman: I’m offended for all the struggling color commentators out there that you have a job and they don’t!

Dots: Keep pushing my buttons, Pecker-head…..

[Once more, Scorpion sends Price into the ropes. This time he connects with a big boot. Price goes crashing into the corner. Scorpion doesn’t waste any time. He charges in, splashing Price. He then grabs Price around the waist and executes a belly-to-back suplex. The crowd is going nuts.]

Peckman: Scorpion has come out like a house on fire here ton…. THERE’S THE PIN!

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Peckman: Scorpion is inching closer and closer to that three count.

Dots: Close doesn’t get it done at this level, Peckman.

[Scorpion waits for Price to get to his feet. As soon as he does, he pounds him in the back a couple of times then hooks him in a German position, followed by the suplex. He holds on to the bridge with Price’s shoulders to the mat.]

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Dots: NOOOOOOO! PRICE WITH THE SHOULDER UP!

Peckman: The referee’s hand was a quarter of an inch away from hitting the mat.

Dots: A quarter of an inch that Scorpion will regret for the rest of his life when Price decides to turn it on.

[With the crowd going crazy, Scorpion locks Price in a pump handle. When he brings the champion up, he can’t hold him long enough to bring him back down. Price is able to slide off. He quickly latches around the neck of Scorpion then drives him down with inverted DDT. The crowd is quieted as both men lay on the mat.]

Peckman: It appears it’s not a matter of “turning it on”, as you suggested, but rather a matter of being desperate enough.

Dots: Desperation is a valuable lesson, Peckman. I could kill a man I am so desperate to get away from you right now.

Peckman: Then why don’t you just leave?

Dots: Paycheck.

Peckman: Touché.

[Both men are slowly gaining their composure and getting around at about the same time. The reach a standing position at about the exact same moment. Price tries to hit Scorpion with a left hook but the challenger blocks it and fires a straight right to the head. The move stuns Price enough to allow Scorpion to get in another couple of blows until Price is backed into the ropes. Scorpion attempts to fire Price into the opposite ropes but Price counters by doing a complete 360 until he has Scorpion in a waist lock. Scorpion checks both directions, let’s an elbow go at the end of Price then reverses it himself. Price attempts to reverse it again. Once he realizes he can’t, he waits for the referee to be out of view then uncorks a mule kick to Scorpion. The challenger immediately drops to the mat, withering in pain.]

Peckman: That was uncalled for!

Dots: What? I think Scorpion had a cramp or something.

Peckman: WHAT?!?! Price gave him a low blow!

Dots: I didn’t see anything.

Peckman: You didn’t see that?!?!

Dots: Hey, if the referee didn’t see it, I didn’t see it….

[Price grabs Scorpion by the hair and the waist, spins him around once then tosses him through the second rope to the floor. Price gives a look at Scorpion then at the ropes…..]

Peckman: Watch Price!

Dots: What’s he going to do?!?!

Peckman: SUICIDE PLANCHA!!!!

Dots: What a move! That’s a 245lbs. man doing that.

[Price quickly gets to his feet. He grabs Scorpion and whips him across into the guardrail. Scorpion slides down to a sitting position. Without waiting, Price charges in and connects with a nasty looking boot, squashing the head of Scorpion.]

Dots: And this would be the turn on point, Peckman.

[Noting the referee’s count, Price gets Scorpion back in the ring. He quickly makes the cover.]

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Peckman: NOOOOOOO!!! SCORPION JUST GETS THE SHOULDER UP!!!!

Dots: That was the slowest count I’ve ever seen.

Peckman: You always say that.

Dots: Yeah, but this time I meant it.

[Price gets into the face of the referee for a short time. He drags Scorpion to his feet but Scorpion quickly rolls him up into a small package.]

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[The second both men get to their feet, Price attempts a lariat but Scorpion ducks and school boy’s him.]

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[As both men return to their feet, Price goes for a chop but again, Scorpion gets out of the way. Price’s momentum carries him forward allowing Scorpion to hook him back to back and execute a backslide. The crowd is very into it, counting along.]

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[Once more, they are at their feet together. This time though, Price surprises Scorpion with a drop kick to the right knee. Price then hits Scorpion with a shoulder dive, connecting with his head.]

Dots: Okay, I think Price needs to stop playing around and put this one to bed. It’s getting a little too close for comfort.

Peckman: Scorpion is coming so close, that it’s only a matter of time before he gets that allusive third count.

Dots: Not so fast with proclaiming Scorpion the god of wrestling. Looks like Price has something in mind….

[Price grabs the right leg of Scorpion as he rolls out of the ring. He rears back and slams the leg, back of the knee, into the apron. He repeats it two more times. He then measures the knee as it is hanging over the ledge of the ring and drives his elbow down into it over and over.]

Peckman: Seems Price has targeted that right knee of Scorpion.

Dots: Just as I predicted, Price is going to take Scorpion home.

Peckman: This is not Stringbean Melly’s Blind Date where men take each other home, Dots.

[Price rolls back in the ring long enough to break the count before rolling back out. He drags Scorpion’s leg to the ring post and proceeds to ram it into the steel.]

Dots: That’s gonna leave a mark!

[He doesn’t relent as he continues to do it a couple of more times. Next he grabs both of Scorpion’s legs.]

Peckman: He looks like he is setting him up for a figure four around the ring post.

Dots: If I was Scorpion, I’d just toss in the towel now. Choose the ability to walk over a lost cause.

Peckman: I hate to say it but I might agree with you there.

Dots: It’s about time you’ve seen the light.

Peckman: NO! SCORPION YANKS PRICE INTO THE POST!!!!

Dots: Damn it….

[The crowd goes nuts as Scorpion uses his amazing leg power to yank Price into the post. Scorpion attempts to get to his feet but he can’t stand on his right leg.]

Peckman: Scorpion could’ve turned the tide but he’s in worse shape then the man who just went face first into steel.

[Scorpion uses the ropes to prop himself up. He feverishly attempts to get shake his leg out in a hope to get it feeling right.]

Dots: Shows how “smart”, and I use that term loosely, Scorpion is. All this time he has been taking playing with his leg has given Price enough time to get back to his feet.

Peckman: You try having your leg rammed into steel post repeatedly and let me know how it feels.

[Scorpion limps towards Price but is nailed with a chop block to the right knee before he can do anything.]

Peckman: Price is going back to work on that knee.

[Price now delivers several stomps to the knee of Scorpion. He bounces of the ropes and drives an elbow down into the knee of Scorpion.]

Peckman: Any moment now the referee is going to have to make a judgment call as it pertains to the health of Scorpion. This can’t continue too much longer.

Dots: It will continue if Price has anything to say about it.

[A very smug looking Price knows the end is near. He takes his time in getting Scorpion to a standing position. He brings Scorpion up by the right knee.]

Peckman: Price is looking for a kneebreaker here.

Dots: He has Scorpion up….

[The crowd gets loud as Scorpion lets go with stiff left shots to the face in mid-air. Eventually, Price let’s go and Scorpion falls a few inches to the left and behind Price. As he lands, his knee buckles down a little.]

Dots: WHAT THE……

ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!

[That scream comes from the intense amount of pain Scorpion is feeling as his hoists Price up on his shoulders…..]

Peckman: THE STING! THE STING! THE STTTTTTTIIIIINNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dots: Wow!

[The crowd is going ballistic. So is Scorpion but in a much different way. He is literally bouncing around like a fish out of water on the mat. The pain is that intense. He is clutching his knee as if his life depending on it.]

Peckman: How Scorpion did that move, I’ll never know. But now he has to capitalize on it. He has to make the cover.

Dots: I don’t even think he knows where Price is.

[Chants of “Scor-Pi-On” ring out throughout the arena as the fans try to will him over to Price to make a cover. The chants seem to have an effect as Scorpion slowly begins to inch his way over to Price.]

Peckman: Here we go!

Dots: Come on, Price! Kick out!

Peckman: SCORPION DRAPES THE ARM OVER PRICE!

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Dots: NOOOOOOOOO!!!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! HE GOT THE SHOULDER UP! HE GOT THE SHOULDER UP!!!!!!

[The crowd jeers as the referee is first to fall on his shoulder to prevent his hand from making the third count. Scorpion looks up at the referee, almost in tears.]

Peckman: Scorpion can’t believe he didn’t get the cover.

Dots: Believe in Price, believe in Price.

[Scorpion forces himself to his feet, despite his leg. He is practically hoping as he goes to get Price. He grabs Price by the head but is met with another low blow, again out of the referee’s site. Price quickly gets to his feet, or about as quickly as can be expected, and hoists Scorpion up on his shoulders….]

Dots: HISTORY MAKER!!!!!! HISTORY MAKER!!!!!!!

Peckman: Price just hit one of his finishers, it’s over!

Dots: There’s the cover!

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Peckman: YES! SCORPION KICKS OUT!!! HE KICKS OUT!

Dots: How the hell did he do that?

Peckman: Both men have now hit each other with almost identical moves and they both kicked out. This is something special here tonight, ladies and gentlemen!

[Price is furious. He gets right into the referee’s face. He then shoves the referee. The referee shoves back and threatens to DQ him.]

Peckman: Price better watch it.

[Price gets Scorpion up to his feet. He tries to Irish Whip him but a combination of Scorpion’s knee and sheer exhaustion force him to crumble to the mat after a couple of steps. Price goes to get him when Scorpion rolls him up.]

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Peckman: How many times has Scorpion come THAT close to winning this match?!?!

Dots: And it must be eating him up inside that he has come that close and still hasn’t won it.

[The both get up at the same time. Scorpion immediately grabs Price and goes for a roll up but Price nails him with a clubbing forearm across the back. He then quickly hits….]

Dots: RISING DRIVER! RISING DRIVER!!!!!!

Peckman: Price squashes Scorpion down into the mat!

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Announcer: The winner of this match…. AND STILL WWA INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION…. PRESTON PRICE!!!!!

Peckman: Price has some how managed to pull this one out and escape with the title.

Dots: Managed? It was never in doubt!

Peckman: Contrary to what my partner thinks, this match could’ve gone either way. Both men threw everything they had at each other until there was nothing left in either tank.

Dots: Fine, fine. I’ll give it to you it was a great match. Regardless, Price is still the champion.

[Look it is Tai Haven and Logan Treasure coming to the ring clapping for Preston Price. “The Rising Star” holds his WWA International title against his chest as he holds down the ropes for Tai Haven as he asks for a microphone.]

Tai Haven: “EVERYBODY LETS GIVE IT UP FOR “THE RISING STAR” PRESTON PRICE!

[The crowd boos.]

Tai Haven: “OH SHUT THE HELL UP! YOU ALL SUCK!”

[Crown boos a lot louder and harder and they being to grow silent as Haven stands in the ring with his two allies the SWF tag team champions.]

Tai Haven: “I was going to save this announcement for Warpath but I just cant wait... I HAVE CONTROL OF THE SADISTIC WRESTLING FEDERATION AGAIN!”

Jimmy Peckman: Oh dear god...

Larry Dots: YES!!!!!!!!

Tai Haven: “That’s right ladies and gentleman... After I said I was going to sue the board for everything they have for not paying me loyalties for using the SWF name and banner and championships they decided to had it back to me.”

Jimmy Peckman: Everybody’s favorite asshole now officially has power again this isn’t going to be good.

Larry Dots: I can feel my wallet getting bigger.

Jimmy Peckman: And your nose is getting browner.

Tai Haven: “A certain wrestler decided to come back tonight and he was given the commissioner position and well that contract is unbreakable.... But Wally Renfield isn’t... So this is what is going to happen... You see this man next to me everybody?”

[He taps Logan Treasure on the shoulder.]

Tai Haven: “He is going to destroy “Ruthless” Wally Renfield.... He is going to make him suffer, cry and bleed and there isn’t a damn thing he can do about it.”

[Haven drops the microphone and the three of them leave the ring.]

Larry Dots: “What an amazing night and we still have ONE match left and it is for the WWA Cruiserweight championship!”

Jimmy Peckman: “HERE WE GO!”

[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 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.]

[The Lions and Legends video wall fills with…]

[Static]

[Russel Crowe]

# (Are you not entertained?)
#(Are..you..not..entertained?)
#(Is this not why you're here?)

[Jay-Z]

#Uh, Uh, Huh
#Turn the music up
#Turn me down
#Guru...Lets go get 'em again
#This time it's for the money my nigga
#Brooklyn stand up

BOOM!!

BOOM!!!

BOOM!!!

[Pyrotechnics spray in front of the ramp, however we see no sign of life behind them.]

[Jay-Z]

#There's never been a nigga this good for this long
#This hood
#Or this pop is hot
#Or this strong
#With so many different flows
#This ones for this song
#The next one i'll switch up
#This one will get bit up
#These fucks
#To lazy to make up shit
#They crazy
#They don't...paint pictures
#They just trace me
#You know what
#Soon they forget who they plucked
#They whole style from
#And try to reverse the outcome
#I'm like...CLUCK
#I'm not a biter
#I'm a writter
#For myself and others
#I say a B.I.G. verse i'm only biggin up my brother
#Biggin up my borough
#I'm big enough to do it
#I'm that therough
#Plus i know my own flow is foolish
#So the rings and things you sing about
#Bring em out
#It's hard to yell when the bar-rel's in your mouth
#I'm in...New sneakers
#Deuce seaters
#A few Diva's
#What more can i tell you
#Let me spell it for you
#W-I-Double L-I-E<
#Nobody truer than H-O-V
#And i'm back for more
#New Yorks ambassador
#Prime Minister back to finish my business up

[The fans start looking around, and so does Chris Saint. Saint starts looking behind him to make sure this isn’t a distraction or something.]

[Chorus: Singing]

#What more can i say?
#What more can i do?
#I give this all to you
#I know this much is true
#My Life

[The music abruptly cuts off as the video screen flickers to life. The WWA Cruiserweight champion Susanoh or better known as Vinny Mara is on the screen in his wrestling gear with a white towel over his right shoulder. On the black t-shirt he always wears to the ring you can see the lettering “Live from” but the white lettering on the screen after that can’t be seen do to it blending right into the towel.]

Vinny Mara: “Now earlier this week Mr. Garret Reed asked me how the hell would I be on both WMW Granite State Tenacity in New Hampshire, and the SWF pay-per-view in Michigan at the same time, I told him through the magic of television.”

[The crowd is very obviously confused.]

Vinny Mara: “Took me some major reflection before I came up with this but I realized that I only could defend one title tonight. The WWA Gold I stayed with this alliance so long to obtain or the White Mountain Wrestling Heavyweight title that I just busted my ass from the bottom up to get…”

[Mara smiles.]

Vinny Mara: “In the end it wasn’t that hard for me to pick believe it or not, and because I think this gets into all kind of legalities I have decided to let a representative explain this to you guys. Just want everyone to know I made this choice because this title means a lot more to me then the other one, and I feel like I can do a lot of good for raising it’s creditability and holding this title means I am better then holding the other one anyways. I wish my opponent tonight good luck cause he is going to need it, and I apologize to the opponent that I didn’t face, but I just have to keep my priorities straight.”

[Mara walks out of the shot and as he does there is a massive pop from the crowd as we see… “Live from Nashua, New Hampshire”]

[HOLY SHIT POPPAGE!!!]

[The Beautiful Jen Caserta aka WWA Executive Jen Caserta is now on the screen.]

Jen Caserta: “As of last night at 11:59pm Susanoh has vacated the WWA Cruiserweight title leaving us little to no time to find a replacement, so by the authority of the World Wrestling Alliance and by request by Mr. Mara, we have a small present for you Chris.”

[Some mumbles from the crowd as everyone knows that Jen isn’t to be trusted. A man dressed in a butler’s outfit makes his way down to the ring with a silver platter, and on the platter lays the World Wrestling Alliance World Cruiserweight Championship Title Belt.]

Jen Caserta: “Enjoy Chris, and good luck in Tri-State Wrestling this week.”

Jimmy Peckman: SAINT WAS HANDED A CHAMPIONSHIP! HIS FIRST DEFENSE IS IN TSW AGAISNT KING X AND “THE WIZARD” BRYAN SMITH! WHAT AN AMAZING NIGHT THIS WA WE ARE OUT OF TIME WE WILL SEE YOU ON SWF WARPATH!!!!!!

[Fade to SWF logo.]