Don't try to understand...knowing you i'm probably wrong

Tell me who you think you are?

[Backstage.]

[Dan Easton sits on the back of a pick-up truck drinking occasionally from a bottle of Jack Daniels.]

Dan: Tai Haven wants to bring back the filth he called Sadistic Wrestling, and throw away all the pride and prestige I created in his absence here in Michigan. Haven wants his Sadistic fed back, I'll give him sadistic, I'll give the little f***er more sadistic than he can handle!

[Easton takes another swig from the bottle and tosses it towards the camera, a second later we hear breaking glass and the scene is staring up into the night sky.]

Dots: I think Easton hit the camera man with the bottle of Jack.

[The lights dim.]

[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 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.]

[With Saint half way down the entrance way, Dan Easton charges towards him with a large pole shaped object in hand.]

Peckman: WHAT THE HELL?

[With out warning Dan Easton slams the pole shaped over the back and shoulders of Chris Saint. The object bends and flexes, then returns to it\'s straight shape, as Saint hits the ground.]

Dots: That looks like one of those tension bars from a Bow Flex!

[Easton slams the bar down on Saint several more times before tossing it aside.]

Peckman: Saint didn't stand a chance.

Dots: Some would question if he ever did.

[Easton picks Saint up off the floor with ease and quickly delivers a brainbuster suplex on Saint.]

Peckman: The match hasn't even started.

[Easton grabs Saint by the leg and pulls him to the ring. Once along side the ring apron, Easton hoists Saint up off the ground once more in an overhead press, and tosses him over the top rope and into the ring.]

Dots: Did you see that strength, he cleaned and jerked him right off the floor like he was dead weight.

Peckman: Easton seem possessed.

[Easton slides under the bottom rope and gains his feet.]

Peckman: This should be a dandy! Chris Saint Vs. Dan Easton. Two men that are gunning for Blade's Heavyweight Title, and the winner will get that shot, should Blade retain tonight against Matthews.

Dots: I'm pulling for Easton here; he's a good guy.

Peckman: I beg to differ. I'd love to see Blade vs. Chris Saint again. Over the last 5+ years, they have dominated tag divisions together and gone head to head numerous times, with the score always coming close. A feud for the decades if you ask me. Both have respect for one another, and I know they would want it this way.

Dots: Doesn't seem like Saint cares much for Blade now a days.

Peckman: Aside from the trash talking, they will still be TNR in there heads from back in there NWA days.

Dots: Whatever, not like it matters, Easton will beat Saint anyway, and the two buddies wont get to have there fun again.

[Saint gets to his feet and both men circle on another, as the bell rings, and the two tie up in the center of the ring.]

Peckman: Here we go!

[Saint switches into a deep headlock, and begins to crank on the neck of Dan Easton. Easton shoots in an elbow to the ribs, and shoots Saint off the ropes, but is tackled down with a hard shoulder to the chest. Easton falls and Saint grabs Easton's legs, and flips him over, and goes for his crossface, but Easton powders out of the ring.]

Peckman: Grasp of Death early from Chris Saint, but Easton fled to the outside.

Dots: Smart move there, we could have seen the end of Dan Easton, and that's something hard to say for me.

[The ref starts the 10 count as Easton gets back into the ring now at five. They circle around again and lock up this time near the corner of the ring. They move to the center as Saint puts on another headlock. Easton shoots him off again, but drops down to his midsection this time. Saint jumps over. Easton gets up and hooks a hip toss, but Saint counters, but Easton quickly grabs his foot, and tries to take him down to set up for his cloverleaf, but Saint quickly hits a dropkick to the chest of Dan Easton.]

Peckman: Almost the Low Down by Dan Easton, but Saint was smart about it.

[Easton gets up and is met with a hard right hand to the jaw. Saint now brings him to the ropes and shoots him off, Easton counters the whip, and catches Saint coming off the ropes into a early sleeper hold. Saint drops down and arm drags him over him, as the two get up. Easton goes for a boot, but Saint catches him, and hits a dragon screw leg whip, tossing Easton aside. He jumps onto Easton's back and tries to lock in that crossface, but Easton jams his hand in the way, and scurries to the ropes, and causes a break.]

Dots: Wow!

Peckman: That was close, Saint almost locked it in again on Dan Easton.

[They both get up as the ref causes the break, with Easton coming now out of the corner. They circle a bit more, as Saint tries to lock hands, but Easton hits a toe kick to the midsection, grabs Saint, and chucks him through the top and middle rope, causing him to ram shoulder first into the post.]

Dots: There ya go Easton!

Peckman: I was waiting for something like this to happen.

[Easton cracks him with a hard right, then begins to club his back with forearms. Saint falls to the mat as Easton begins to put the boots to his chest. Easton hits a quick vertical suplex, and goes in for the cover on Saint.]

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Kick out!

[Easton jacks with the ref for a moment as he picks up Saint and rams him head first into the turnbuckle. He hits a huge knife edge chop to the chest, then a few forearms, putting Saint on dream street. Saint though fires back with chops of his own, sending Easton into the other corner now. He begins to pummel Easton with rights and kicks, as he shoots him across to the other corner. Easton counters, sending Saint into the buckle, but Saint gets the foot up on a charging Easton, and then is hit with a huge clothesline to the back of the head. He gets Easton up, shoots him off the ropes and hits a kitchen sink knee lift to the mid section, causing Easton to buckle over and land on his back. Saint moves in now for a cover.]

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Peckman: Great action early here Larry.

Dots: Yeah I'll admit it, I'm hooked!

[Saint hits two hard chops and shoots Easton across the ring, chest first into the other buckle, and turns him for a third chop. He attempts to shoot Easton off the ropes, but Easton steps under, boots Saint in the midsection and lifts him up again for a suplex, but drops him forward, gut first across the top rope. Easton jacks with the fans for a bit as he walks over to Saint, who catches him off guard and gives him a stun gun on the top rope, jumping off the apron. Easton falls and rolls out of the ring himself. The two now back on the ring apron, exchanging blows, as Saint grabs Easton, and ddt's him on the edge of the ring apron. Easton though switches out, and goes for a suplex again, but Saint stops it, and turns him, and bulldogs him onto the apron, as he lands on the floor below.]

Peckman: OH MY!!! THE FANS ARE GOING NUTS!

Dots: First time I've seen a bulldog on a ring apron before.

Peckman: That could finish Dan Easton already!

[Saint tosses Easton back in and goes for the cover.]

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NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!

KICK OUT BY DAN EASTON!

Peckman: I can't believe Easton got his shoulder up!

Dots: He don’t quit Jimmy, you should know that one already.

[Saint goes upstairs and comes off with a huge elbow, but Easton moves, and Saint crashes to the mat, finding nobody home. Easton stands and waits for Saint to stand now. He grabs him, and goes for a overhead belly to belly, but Saint spins out and grabs the arm, taking Easton down for his crossface once again.]

Peckman: Saint yet again back on that crossface!

Dots: FIGHT IT EASTON!

[Saint locks it in as the place goes nuts!]

Peckman: GRASP OF DEATH!!!

Dots: NO!!!!

[Easton begins to crawl, as he grabs the bottom rope, causing Saint to break the hold. Saint picks up Easton and hits a huge back suplex.]

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KICK OUT!

[Saint shakes his head, as he moves back in now on the attack.]

Dots: That was close.

Peckman: This is one hell of a match so far Larry!

[The two get up, as Saint tosses Easton off the ropes, but it's countered, and this time Easton catches him coming off with his over head belly to belly, tossing Saint across the ring. Easton fights to his feet and tosses Saint out of the ring. Easton picks up Saint and stun guns him off the guard rail. Saint grabs his throat as Easton clotheslines him off of his feet and showboats to the crowd.]

Dots: Easton is hot now Jimmy.

Peckman: Yeah this could be the end of Chris Saint.

Dots: I hope so.

[Easton puts the boots to him before picking him up and tossing him back into the ring. He lifts up Saint and pulls him in for a hard short arm clothesline.]

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[Easton jaw jacks a bit with the ref has he hits a snap mare, and puts on a chicken wing chin lock with a body scissors onto Saint.]

Peckman: This could be it for Chris Saint.

Dots: If ya cant breath, you cant win buddy.

Peckman: Who knows if Saint can get out of this!

[Saint breaks the hold, but Easton holds the chin lock on. Saint gets up, hits a quick arm drag, shoots off and is caught, and hit with a belly to belly by Easton. Easton now hits a quick back suplex, taking Saint down.]

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KICK OUT SAINT!!!!

Peckman: That was close!

Dots: But look at Easton!

[Easton goes back into the submission, same as a minute ago. Saint begins to fade as he rolls to his side, trying to find a rope. He rolls onto a neutral base, as they both begin to get up. Saint now back on his feet, and hits a few elbows to the gut again, but Easton breaks the chin lock, and pounds on Saints back, then hits a few forearms to the face. He gets Saint back onto his feet, shoots him off, goes for another clothesline, but Saint ducks, comes off as the two smash into one another two clotheslines of there own!]

Peckman: DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE BRINGS THE TWO DOWN!

Dots: Did you hear the sound of that!

Peckman: Cant feel good Larry!

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[Both men now to there feet!]

Peckman: WHAT A WAR!

[Easton comes in with a right hand, Saint blocks and lands one of his own. Easton in again, but another block and shot by Saint! Saint now two chops, as he shoots Easton off the ropes and comes in with a huge back elbow to the jaw. Easton gets up and is hit with another! Saint meets Easton as he stands and shoots him off, and hits a huge back body drop, causing Easton to slam to the mat!]

Peckman: What power by Saint!

Dots: That has gotta take a lot out of him, Easton is over 300 lbs!

Peckman: That's adrenaline for ya Larry!

[Easton swings, and Saint catches him, hitting a quick snap suplex. He rolls over and hits a second one! He gets up for a third, but Easton counters, and goes into a waist lock! Easton hits a huge German suplex! Easton rolls through, but Saint blocks it, hits a big elbow, turns and hits another snap suplex to Dan Easton!]

Peckman: There is no die in Chris Saint!

Dots: I can't believe he's still fighting!

[Saint goes back up now for another huge elbow! He stands up, but Easton gets up, charges up the corner, and hits a belly to belly off the top!]

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NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SAINT GETS THE SHOULDER UP!

[Easton can't believe it as he looks at the ref! He pounds the mat as he gets Saint back on his feet. He shoots Saint off and goes for a powerslam, but Saint leaps over his shoulder and lands on his feet behind Easton. Easton goes for a clothesline, but Saint catches his arm, and locks in a huge crossface!]

Peckman: GRASP OF DEATH!!!

Dots: NOT AGAIN!!!

[Easton screams as Saint has it locked once again! Saint clutches hard as we see the arm rise!]

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Peckman: THAT WAS SO CLOSE!!!

[Dots faints out of his chair.]

Peckman: Larry!!!!!

[Saint breaks the hold now and gets back up, pulling Easton to the center of the ring. He puts his knee in Easton's back and locks him a cloverleaf, doing Easton's own move!]

Peckman: Saint locked Easton into The Low Down!

[Easton Screams in pain, as he quickly gets his thoughts, and rolls forward, and flips Saint onto his stomach, and drops a knee to the back, and puts on his own cloverleaf!]

Peckman: EASTON HAS THE LOW DOWN APPLIED!

[Saint rolls to his side and holds the arm, and puts back on his crossface!]

Peckman: GRASP OF DEATH!!!!

[Easton quickly rolls him onto his side and hooks the leg and arm!]




























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DING DING DING!!!!!

Peckman: WHAT A MATCH!!!

[Larry gets to his feet.]

Dots: I TOLD YA!

Peckman: Saint locked his crossface back on, but Easton used his brain, and slid out, rolled to his side, put both shoulders of Chris Saint on the mat, and got him down for the three count.

Peckman: That was amazing! What a finish, as we now see Dan Easton as the number one contender!

Peckman: Wow what a match.

Dots: And this next one is going to be even better.

Peckman: How do you know that?

Dots: Because its for the SWF Sadistic title.

Peckman: That it is...

Dots: And we are going to see a new champion no matter who wins.

Peckman: So very true. With Bones being suspended the title has been vacant, who ever wins here tonight does become the new SWF Sadistic Champion. Eryc Morgan, Tony Floyd or the Mystery Man will walk out the champion here tonight.

Dots: And my money is on the Mystery Man, cause both those other guys suck.

Peckman: But you don't even know who the mystery guy is.

Dots: Yeah but come on he's a mystery guy, he has to be better than these other two ham and egger, or else there wouldn't have been a point to him being a mystery.

Peckman: Very Dots way of looking at it Larry.

Dots: Hey it is, what it is.

[The camera focuses on the entrance while the opening of "Stand Up" by Trapt begins to play. Eryc Morgan steps out through the curtains to a chorus of cheers.]

[Eryc takes a few steps and stops to look around the arena before pointing to the crowd to receive an even better ovation.]

[Inside the ring the announcer Zorana Blair begins to introduce him to the audience.]

Zorana Blair: Now making his way to the ring, currently residing in New York City, ERYC MORGAN!

[The crowd continues to cheer as Eryc slowly walks to the ring and high fives a few fans. He gets to the ring and pulls himself up onto the apron and steps over the ropes.]

[Eryc forms an X with his arms before extending them out into a crucifix pose, which generates a loud pop.]

[He then moves to the ropes to stretch and make sure he is loose for the match to avoid cramps or injuries.]

Peckman: Morgan looks ready for battle as always.

Dots: I am sure he is in for one, this is a triple threat!

[Open Your Eyes by Alter Bridge begins to play over the pa system, as Tony Floyd steps from the back and makes his way to the ring.]

Zorana Blair: Now making his way to the ring, from Hell New Mexico, TONY FLOYD!!!

Peckman: Floyd coming off an upset victory over Dan Easton not too long ago, I am sure he will still be fired up from that big win.

Dots: Shit Jimmy, that was nearly a month ago, how could he still be fired up from that?

Peckman: Easton is a former Heavyweight Champ, how could you not still be fired up from a victory over him, heck the only thing better would be a victory over the current champ.

Dots: True Easton is no slouch in the ring, for a young wrestler to score a victory over him could be monumental.

Peckman: My point exactly.

Dots: Well, now we are waiting for the mystery opponent.

[Tony Floyd and Eryc Morgan wait patiently across the ring from each other, glaring at the entrance way waiting to see who the mystery opponent is.]

Peckman: There is a lot of anticipation to see who this guy is, Morgan and Floyd look more ready then ever.

Dots: These fans look more ready then ever to watch this match! Look at them, the whole arena is on they're feet staring at the entry way.

[The lights begin to flicker off]

Peckman: What the?

Dots: Oh no...

[The fans are left in pitch black with the only light coming from the flashing camera's. On the screen, very dim red lettering begins to spear, getting more clear each second...]

Peckman: Wha... What does that say?

[The letters are clear as day, shining brightly on the screen " Hate.... Has returned... ", as the fans begin to go absolutely nuts.]

Dots: Hate has returned?

[" My Plague" blasts over the P.A system while flashing red lights begin to blink every which way.]

Dots: HOLYSHIT!!!

LD/Peckman: TRENCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

>I'm in conniptions for the final act you came here for
>The one derivative you manage is the one I abhor
>I need a minute to elaborate for everyone the
> Everyday bullshit things that you have done

[As the song begins to pick up Trench walks out of the entrance way. His long wet, and dripping brown hair covers his face which etches with anger, while his long leather trench coat drags against the floor as he begins to walk down the ramp. The fans scream so loudly, that you can barely hear his entrance music.]

>Your impossible ego fuck is like a
>Megalomaniacal tab on my tongue
>You fuckin' touch me I will rip you apart
>I'll reach in and take a bite out of that
>Shit you call a heart...

[A explosion rumbles the arena as trench begins to hit himself with intensitiy half way down the ramp, pumping up the crowd and giving him even more adrenaline and hate in his veins. As the heretic music blasts trench stands beside the apron, shaking his head abit, about to snap even before he gets into the ring.]

Peckman: I can not believe this! After being suspended for months now, TRENCH HAS RETURNED!!!!

Dots: I can't believe Tai Haven let this guy back in the SWF! This isn't good..

>I don't mind being ogled, ridiculed
>Made to feel miniscule
>If you consider the source, it's kinda pitiful
>The only thing you really know about me is...
>.that's all you'll ever know

[Trench rolls into the ring and sits in the corner, slightly shaking back and forth holding his head, looking at Eryc Morgan, and then Tony Floyd as they stand there glaring at him, ready to fight.]

>I know why you blame me (yourself)
>I know why you plague me (yourself)

[The lights begin to flicker back on, as the lettering on the tron flickers to static, then to black. Trench stands in the middle of the ring, between both of his competitors, waiting for the match to begin as both Floyd and Morgan go right after Trench as the bell rings.]

Dots: WHOA!!! Both Eryc and Tony working together for the time being, beating the hell out of Trench!

Peckman: It's probably the smartest thing to do, this guy is insane..

[They both punched Trench many times until he falls back into the corner. They begin to stump on him and throw lefts and rights non-stop to the face and midsection.]

Dots: Trench hasn't even taken his trench coat off yet, and these two aren't stopping.

[Tony Floyd pulls Trench by the hair to the ropes, and whips him off to the opposite side. Morgan and Floyd stand in the middle of the ring, waiting for Trench to bounce back for a double clothesline.]

Peckman: This doesn't look good at all.

[Trench bounces off the ropes towards them, and ducks the double clothesline just in time, whipping off the ropes once again, dashing straight towards them both once again, catching them both with a clothesline. Morgan and Floyd fall hard to the canvas and roll out of opposite sides of the ring.]

Dots: NICE!!! Good reversal from Trench.

Peckman: If he didn't pull that out, he might have been out of this match early.

[Morgan and Floyd begin to go after one another outside the ring, as Trench throws his coat off to the referee, before rolling out of the ring and walks towards his two opponents.]

Dots: This match is going to be good, I feel it already.

[Trench moves in on his two opponents and catches the pair with a double bulldog type maneuver.]

Peckman: That's not padding they just landed face first on, that concrete floor!

[Trench pulls Floyd to his feet, Floyd catches Trench off guard and hiptosses him to the ground, following it up quickly with an elbow drop on the fallen Trench. Floyd regains his feet and is quickly met with a running Lariat from Eryc Morgan. As Floyd falls, Trench catches Morgan with a leg sweep sending him to the ground as well.]

Peckman: Everyone looking for an early advantage, but no one is giving an inch, at this pace all three of these guys will kill each other by the end of the night.

Dots: Then we'll have to have another match to crown a new Sadistic Champ, that's not good.

[All three men get to their knees and begin to exchange blows.]

Peckman: This is going to get messy!

[Trench gains the upper hand with a poke to the eyes of both Morgan and Floyd. As the two try to regain their vision Trench grabs a chair from under the ring. Trench charges towards Morgan, but Morgan shakes off his blindness and moves out of the way, leaving Tony Floyd wide open to take the chair shot to the back. With a quick round house kick Morgan send Trench face first into the chair and into the back of the slightly stunned Floyd.]

Peckman: Morgan with a slight advantage now.

[Morgan climbs to the apron of the ring, and dives off with an elbow drop that just misses Trench as he rolls out of the way. Morgan moves to his feet, and is met with a stiff shoulder block from Tony Floyd, as Trench begins tossing items from under the ring.]

Dots: And a kendo stick enters the match! And a stop sign! A hammer! A wrench! Baseball bat!

[Floyd straddles Morgan and lays into him with a several punches. Trench stands from under the ring with a cylindrical object in hand.]

Peckman: What's Trench have?

Dots: Looks like a snare drum!

[Sure enough Trench holds a shiny metal snare drum in both hands, he looks at with a smile as he decides the best way to use it.]

Peckman: Who the hell put a snare drum under the ring?

[Morgan manages to reverse the position and straddles Floyd as he lays into him with stiff rights and lefts to the face.]

Dots: Who cares, it's going to get broke I am sure of it.

[Trench with the snare in hand heads towards his opponents.]

Peckman: I don't think Morgan knows where Floyd is.

[Trench hoists the snare drum overhead, and quickly brings it down open the head of Eryc Morgan. The impact sends Morgan's head through both skins of the drum with an extremely loud bang.]

Dots: HOLY CRAP!!!

[Floyd dives over Morgan catching Trench with a shoulder tackle that send both men hard into the guardrail, as Eryc Morgan slumps to the floor.]

Dots: MAN! That's near 600 pounds slamming into the guard rails, good thing they didn't go over it, they could have squished little Billy and his mom down there at ring side.

Peckman: Eryc Morgan laid out side the ring now, as Trench and Floyd begin to crawl in to the squared circle! Both these guys have weapons in they're hands!

[Floyd gets to his feet first holding a kendo stick firmly in two hands, as Trench gets to one knee, trying to push himself up with a chair. Floyd shakes off his cobwebs, noticing Trench not looking at him, before.]

[CRACK!!!!]

[CRACK!!!!]

[Floyd with all of his power smacks the kendo stick over Trench's head twice in a roll, cracking the stick slightly. Though Trench does not fall, he pushes himself up, grabbing onto the ropes with chair still in hand. Still not looking towards Floyd.]

Dots: Two massive blows to the head, and this guy still gets to his feet!

[Floyd stalks Trench as he stumbles around the ring, slapping himself in the face to get a hold of reality.]

[CRACK!!!!]

[Tony Floyd cracks the kendo stick over Trench once more, making him fall to one knee once again, before breaking the kendo stick over the back of his head.]

Peckman: OH!! And Trench is finally down!

[Floyd goes for the pin, Ref counts]



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[SHOULDER UP!!!!!!!!!!!]

Peckman: And Trench kicks out!

Dots: Tony doesn't look so pleased with that, getting into the ref's face abit.

[As Tony Floyd yells at the referee, Trench begins to push himself to his feet once again, not caring about the drips off blood coming from the back of his head.]

Peckman: And Trench is getting up!

Dots: I think that last shot to the back of his head busted him open a little bit!

[Floyd sees Trench getting to his feet, and waits for him to stand up.]

Peckman: Ah Floyd sees him getting up.

[Floyd runs towards Trench, looking for a clothesline, but Trench ducks it, grabbing the steel chair very quickly before Floyd could even turn around. Trench kicks Tony in the midsection and grabs his head, placing the end of the steel chair to his throat, running, and then throwing the other end of the chair into the turnbuckle. Both men fall to the canvas, Trench trying to get some energy, and Floyd holding his throat coughing up blood.]

Dots: OUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Peckman: Holyshit! He could have killed him!!!

[Eryc Morgan slowly rolls into the ring.]

Dots: This match for the Sadistic Title is a little out of hand here.

[Trench sits up, holding his head with a twitch in his arms, starting to almost rock back and forth before shaking it and grabbing onto the ropes. Morgan pulls himself to his feet, waiting for the opportunity to gain the advantage. Morgan walks behind Trench, and grabs his hair, as Trench turns around and connects with a low blow.]

Dots: OHHH!!! TRENCH WITH A LOW BLOW!

[Floyd begins to get to his feet, still holding his throat in pain as Trench puts Morgan in between his legs, positioned like a powerbomb.]

Peckman: What’s Trench going for here?

[Trench picks Morgan up in his version of the razor's edge, struggling a little to keep Morgan up as he moves around and tries to get out of it. Floyd grabs the steel chair, pulling Morgan down.]

[BAM!!!]

[A shot to the face sends Morgan down, Trench turns around .]

[CRACK!!!!]

[Trench falls to the canvas once again.]

Dots: WHOA!!!! Floyd laid both of them out!

[Floyd drops the chair, and rolls out of the ring, pulling two tables from out under the apron, setting them both up.]

Peckman: This is Sadistic Wrestling for the Sadistic Championship, and these three men are showing everything they have and then some.

[With the tables set up, Floyd reaches in and drags Trench out of the ring by his leg. Floyd places Trenches head between his legs and quickly begins to go for a powerbomb, but Trench twists out of it and catches Floyd with a sudden Drop of Hate from out of nowhere on to the tables. Both men go through the tables hard.]

Peckman: Where the hell did that come from?

[Just as suddenly, Eryc Morgan comes flying over the top rope with a twisting plancha which lands on top of Trench.]

Dots: HOLY SHIT THAT WAS 280 POUNDS TWISTING THROUGH THE AIR!

Peckman: My lord I think they are all dead!

Dots: Calm down Jimmy, their still moving.

Peckman: Oh! Oh good!

[Morgan and Floyd begin to brawl outside the ring, throwing a lot of power shots at one another, connecting with each shot. Trench stumbles away from the two, and begins to look under the ring for most likely a weapon of some kind.]

Dots: Great, what's Trench looking for now?

[Morgan blocks one of Tony Floyd's shots and kicks him in the stomach, before sending him shoulders and neck first into the guard rail. Eryc then walks to Floyd, and picks him up by the hair. Morgan then picks Floyd up in a power slam, and slams his back right on the guardrail, making him scream in pain as he falls off.]

Peckman: THESE GUYS ARE KILLING EACH OTHER!

Dots: Talking about killing each other, I think Trench found what he was looking for.

[Trench stands up, and holds a chair wrapped in barbed wire up high for everybody to see before walking towards Eryc. Eryc Morgan leans up against the guard rail beside a very hurt Tony Floyd, with his head down not paying much attention. He pushes himself off the guard rail and stumbles towards the turnbuckle, Trench walks up behind him with the barbed wired steel chair ready for the attack, but Eryc swiftly turns around and leg sweeps Trench, making his face fall right into the barbed wire..]

Dots: HOLYSHIT!!!

Peckman: What is wrong with these guys!?

Dots: Trench just fell face first into barbed wire!

[Trench pulls the barbed wire out of his face and rolls over, Morgan picks the chair up and looks at Trench, ready to grind the wire against his face. Trench holds Morgan back with his legs, before kicking the steel chair into his face, instantly making blood pour down Eryc's face.]

Crowd: HOLYSHIT!!!!HOLYSHIT!!!!!HOLYSHIT!!!!!!

Peckman: Jesus Christ, when are these three going to end this madness!?

[Blood drips everywhere from each opponent, as all of them are laid out, outside the ring.]

Dots: I haven't seen a match this brutal in a long time.

[Tony Floyd finally begins to get to his feet before either Trench, or Morgan, and makes it towards the two tables he pulled out earlier in the match, one being already set up. He takes the other table, and stacks it up on the other before looking under the ring for another weapon.]

Peckman: Come on, isn't there enough weapons scattered everywhere!? Is there any need for more!?

[Floyd pulls out a burlap bag.]

Dots: Oh yeah...

[He climbs onto the apron, and pours thousands of thumb tacks all over the top of the second table, filling the whole top with tacks, including some of the floor.]

Dots: WE GOT THUMB TACKS!

[Floyd jumps down, grabbing the barbed wire steel chair and Trench by his long hair, picking him up and throwing him the ring along with the chair.]

Peckman: This isn't gonna turn out very good.

Dots: You think?

[Floyd rolls into the ring and stands to his feet, with Trench already trying to get up, trying to find the energy to overpower Floyd. Tony picks him up, and positions him for a power bomb, pointing at the stack tables, getting a huge pop from the fans.]

Peckman: He is gonna powerbomb Trench threw the tables!!!!

[Trench wiggles out of the move and begins to brawl, trying his hardest with a lot of blood dripping into his eyes. They throw punches back and forth at each other, as Morgan gets to his feet, still slightly dazed from the chair shot, rolling in the ring.]

Dots: Now all three opponents in the ring!

[Floyd begins to get the advantage, as Eryc comes running across, looking to attack both of his opponents. Floyd dodges right out of the way, as Trench ducks and.]

Dots: HOLYSHIT!!!

Peckman: BACK DROP OVER THE ROPES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[CRRRRAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHH]

[Morgan flies into the air from the backdrop, and crashes right threw two of the tables, having thousands of thumbtacks stick into his skin as he screams out his agony.]

CROWD: HOLYSHIT!!! HOLYSHIT!!!!! HOLYSHIT!!!!! HOLYSHIT!!!! HOLYSHIT!!!

[Floyd grabs the barbed wired chair, and waits for Trench to turn around. Trench slowly turns.]

[SWING]

[He ducks it right in time, letting Floyd turn all the way around.]

[CRACK!!!! ]

Peckman: OHHH!!!

[Trench connects with a super kick to the chair, into Tony Floyd's face, making him dropping the chair, and stumble abit.]

JP/Dots: DROP OF HATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Trench hits the Drop of hate perfectly on Floyd, and throws his arm over his chest for the pinfall. Ref counts.]

[ONNNNNNEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!]

[TWWWWWWWWWOOOOO!!!]

[THHHRRRRRRRRRRREEEE!!!!]

[Ding, Ding, Ding.]

Peckman/Dots: HOLYSHIT!!!

Peckman: TRENCH!!! IS THE NEWWWW SWF SADISTIC CHAMPION!!!!!

Dots: I can't believe this!!!

Zorana Blair: Ladies and gentle man, the winner of this match by pin fall... AND... NEEEEEEEEWWWWWWW SWF SAAADDISTICCC CHAMPION!!!!!!!! TTTTRREEEENNCCCHHH!!!!!!!

[The fans go crazy, almost to point where you cannot hear the ring announcer or commentators... Trench rolls over and pushes himself to his knees, as the referee hands him his new SWF Sadistic Title. He stares down at it, holding it in one hand, as the referee holds his other arm up in victory. His blood drips down on the championship belt as " My Plague" by Slipknot blasts over the P.A system.]

Jimmy Peckman: Alright fans it's time now for our main event, featuring two men who's rivalry, though short lived, has been bloody to say the least.

Larry Dots: And to be honest, it's about time somebody finally with something to prove stepped up to take on Blade. I'm sick of seeing him with the belt.

Peckman: With that in mind folks, let's take a quick look back at this feud between the SWF Champion Blade, and the man who looks to dethrone him tonight, Ryan Matthews.

(We fade out on Dots and Peckman to a black screen, and suddenly in blood red, a sentence appears as the opening strains of “Do or Die” by Papa Roach play...)

It all started with a surprise attack...

(Blade slides out of the ring and collects the SWF Heavyweight title from the ringside attendant and begins his trip back down the aisle, slapping hands with the occasional fan as he goes. As he gets to the middle of the aisle way, the lights in the arena suddenly drop out and from the loudspeakers come the beginning chords of “The Way You Like It” by Adema. The crowd suddenly pops huge again, as this means the long-awaited return of a former WWA World Champion...)

Larry Dots: OH MY GOD! Ryan Matthews is back! The former WWA World Heavyweight Champion has returned to SWF!

(Just as suddenly the music cuts out and the lights come back on. We find Matthews and Blade scrapping in the center of the aisle. Matthews, with the advantage of being fresh and the element of surprise, quickly gains the upper hand on the SWF Heavyweight Champion. He doubles Blade over with a kick to the gut, and follows that up with slamming Blade headfirst into the security railing.)

Jimmy Peckman: I'm sure the question everybody is asking though is why the hell he's attacking Blade?

Dots: Exactly Jimmy, this is uncalled for, what did Blade ever do to Matthews? Somebody get out here and stop this!

(The crowd, first cheering Matthews' return, has now resorted to a deafening chorus of boos for his merciless attack on Blade. Chants of “Welcome back, asshole, welcome back.” echo through parts of the crowd, though Matthews pays them no mind. He's more concerned with following up on his assault. He picks Blade up and that's when we see that Blade's face is covered in his own blood. Matthews half leads/half drags him back to the ring and tosses him in under the bottom rope. Matthews slides in himself, and is almost greeted by a clothesline from Blade, who has seemed to regain some of his senses in an attempt to catch Matthews off guard.)

(Matthews, however, sees this coming and ducks under Blade's arm. Blade turns and catches another boot to the gut, folding him in half and dropping him to his knees. Matthews wastes no time in dragging him up and hooking the arms before hoisting Blade up onto his shoulder...)

Dots: Oh my God please tell me he's not going to....NO!

Peckman: Oh but he is, here comes the CHARACTER ASSASSINATION!

(As Peckman calls it, Matthews drops into a sitting position, whipping Blade down violently off his shoulder, landing him on the back of his head and neck. The crowds boos intensify, and Matthews responds by simply sitting there, with Blade practically folded in half for a few moments. Matthews looks around at the booing crowd with a pair of absolutely dead, uncaring eyes. He scoots away from Blade, letting his unmoving form drop fully to the canvas, and a flood of both Blade's compatriots and SWF officials and medics storm the ring. Matthews slides out under the bottom rope before he is caught and he disappears through the crowd, stopping about halfway up to one of the concourses and looking back to the ring, a smile on his face as he views the carnage he has just caused.)

Dots: Ryan Matthews is one sick bastard! He just physically dissected the SWF Heavyweight Champion, what the hell is he thinking?

It continued 2 weeks later...

[Matthews gets to the entranceway and turns his back to the entrance and flips the bird at the camera, shouting something at Dark Wolf into the camera. He then turns around and starts to leave...]

Dots: Man he's sweet now.

[Matthews shakes his head a bit and laughs, as suddenly, a man flies through the back and takes him down with a shot to the back.]

Peckman: UHOH!!!

[We move in as we see it's the champ himself, Blade. He slams Matthews into the guard rail over and over, splitting him open just like he did to Blade last show. Calib tosses him back on the floor, and pumps the fans up a bit.]

Dots: This is not cool Jimmy. Ryan was just out here talking, and this lunatic we call Champ is going berserk!

Peckman: Payback Larry!

[Calib tosses him back in the ring, and lands a huge Shining Wizard to the face. He pulls back, and sets up Matthews again on one knee, and runs up, but this time landing a Shining Yakuza Kick. Matthews drops as Calib smiles, and goes to the top rope, and pumps the fans up.]

Then, it got personal...

[Just as the ref is about to hit three, the lights drop.]

Peckman: What the hell is going on here!

[The lights come back on as we see Blade standing up now, with Ryan Matthews in the ring.]

Peckman: IT'S MATTHEWS!!!!!

[He smiles at Blade as he lifts Fury up, and hits a clothesline on him, causing the ref to ring the bell.]

Peckman: Matthews just got Blade DQ'd!

Dots: Your right, Fury just won this thing, he's got a victory over the heavyweight champion!

[Blade cant fathom what happened as he had the thing won, but Matthews just cost him the match!]

[Matthews then nails Blade with a huge clothesline taking him outside of the ring. A moment later we see a chair swing right into the forehead of Blade. He falls to the ground as blood oozes down his entire face as if it were a crimson mask. Fury shakes himself off and leaps over the top rope launching himself at Ryan Matthews who winds up the chair again and smacks it into Fury’s face. Blood begins to trickle down his face as Ryan Matthews drops the chair grabs the SWF Heavyweight championship hosting it into the air. Tai Haven then appears onto the entrance ramp yet again.]

Tai Haven: I am sick of seeing you attack each other week after week, blood after blood... I remember at the first SWF pay-per-view the main event was Wally Renfield defending the SWF Heavyweight title against Deke Rivers... Weeks before that they would attack each other and cause each other to bleed....

[He pauses.]

Tai Haven: This is what I am going to do with you and Blade.... At ‘Rise of the Sadistic’ in the main event Blade will defend the Heavyweight title against you Ryan Matthews in a FIRST BLOOD MATCH!

[Matthews smiles as he drops the Heavyweight title onto Blade.]

Finally the last straw...

[Fury makes his way out from the back. The fans pop as he plays to the fans for a bit. He gets half way down the isle when he suddenly is dropped from behind with a huge chair shot.]

Dots: YES!

Peckman: RYAN MATTHEWS JUST TOOK OUT FURY!

Dots: Serves him right.

Peckman: THE DAMN MATCH HAS NOT EVEN STARTED THIS IS HORRIBLE!!!

[Matthews laughs as Fury turns over, and is met with a huge foot stop to the face. He picks up Fury and slams him into the guardrail, and slams the chair into his head. Fury falls as his skull was crushed into the rail. He rolls onto his back and the blood begins to flow from his face.]

Dots: This is what is going to happen to Blade at the pay per view Jimmy.

Peckman: Somebody needs to stop this, Fury could be hurt.

Dots: Can we say new champ Jimmy.

Peckman: Blade wont be such a easy target I hope, as this is just ridiculous.

[Matthews lifts up the lifeless body and tosses him into the ring. The ref is going ballistic, as Matthews just smiles. He orders the ref to ring the bell. The ref wont, but shakes his head and rings it.]

Peckman: WHAT!!! THIS IS NOW A MATCH!

Dots: Beautiful!

[Matthews runs his hands over Fury's face and takes some of his blood, and marks his prey across the chest, as he puts his foot over the marks.]

1..........

2.............

3..............

DING DING DING!

Peckman: Well what do you expect, Ryan Matthews won.

Dots: Tough fight there.

Peckman: Shut it Larry!

[Matthews picks up the head of Fury and begins to yell at him, before hammering him with right hands.]

[Suddenly Blade shoots out from the back and slides into the ring, and pushes Matthews over, causing him to tumble into the corner. Calib lifts up Fury's head and tries to revive him, as Matthews walks over and stands over the two. Calib stands up as the two are nose to nose.]

Peckman: THE CHAMPION AND #1 CONTENDER ARE FACE TO FACE NOW!!!!

Dots: Uhoh.

Peckman: NEITHER WILL BUDGE!

[Officials shoot out from the back and get in between the two, as both Blade and Matthews begin to jaw jack back and forth. Matthews smiles and makes a gesture of a Title around his waist. Blade tries to fight through, but the officials keep them separated.]

Tonight, it will be settled.

Ryan Matthews...

Blade...

First Blood...

For the SWF Heavyweight 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 come the sounds of "Zero" by Smashing Pumpkins)

(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…)

(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 a black hooded sleeveless sweatshirtt, black BDU cargos and a pair of black boots and on his hands, up to the middle of his forearms, is black athletic tape.)

(As Matthews continues his slow walk to the ring, he stops a couple times to jaw with the fans, occasionally feinting as though he’s going to knock somebody out before laughing and pointing at them when they flinch. The closer he gets to the ring, the more focused he seems to become, to the point where he’s eventually throwing jabs, hooks, and elbows in the air in front of him, as though imagining that his opponent were there.)