[Wally Renfield, Canis Lee, Matt McClain, Daishi, Ryan Corey, Lonewolf, Dan Easton, Diesel Warren, Tyrone Walker, Tony Floyd, Blade, The Scorpion, Chris Saint, Ryan Matthews, Malik Johnson, Devon Zander, David Knoxwell, SJ Funk, all flash across the screen in different poses.]
What makes you think I'll let you survive
You want a war I'm the front line
Unbroken
[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…]
I'm better than you'll ever be
You don't concern me
I know you'll never get to me
You want a shot
I can take your best bring it on
Get ready for the pain
Cause this where it's going down
[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.]
Warzone- When you walk in my world
Madness is coming your way
As long as my heart still beats
I can guarantee you
Madness is coming your way
[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.]
Fuel the fire bring another victim
Take your lesson in Supremacy
Cause I'm the one who stands alone at the summit
[The ref finally breaks Diashi’s assault on Corey. Diashi is relentless as he picks up his opponent and slings him into the ropes. NRC does not return, instead he does a short hop onto the bottom rope and springs backwards. He turns in midair and takes down the man formerly known as Sam Horrey with a crossbody block! The crowd gets to their feet as both men now struggle to get to theirs. NRC is showing the effects of Diashi’s assault as he is slow to get up. Diashi gives him no rest and fires a kick to his ribs … BLOCKED! NRC Catches Diashi foot and gives it one hard tug. Diashi is forced to hop towards NRC, who catches with the other arm ….. FISHERMAN’S SUPLEX!! Another huge pop from the crowd!]
I'm better than you'll ever be
You don't concern me
You know you'll never get to me
You want a shot
I can take your best bring it on
Get ready for the pain
Cause this is where it's going down
The SWF Heavyweight Champion... Blade
...”Crippler” Matt McClain SWF Sadistic Champion... and WWA World Champion...
I am the pain that you feel inside
I bring it all let the show begin
I am the War you can never win
...SWF Tri-States Champion “Kid Ego” Diesel Warren...
The SWF Tag Team champions... Ryan Mathews and Diashi...
Warzone- When you walk in my world
Madness is coming your way
As long as my heart still beats
I can guarantee you
Madness is coming your way
[BOOOOOM!!!!!]
[BOOOOOOMM!!!!!]
[BOOOOOOOOMMMM!!!!]
[Major crowd eruption!]
[BOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!!!!]
S.....W.....F!
S.....W.....F!
S.....W.....F!
Jimmy Peckman: “Welcome to SWF WARPATH! I am Jimmy Peckman here with Larry Dots! We are live in Fort Wayne, Indian at the War Memorial Coliseum! We have some exciting matches here tonight! A loser leaves the SWF match, a Sadistic title match, a number one contender’s match to the Sadistic title! If Ryan Corey defeats Blade then he receives a shot at the SWF Heavyweight title whenever he wants!”
Larry Dots: Yeah tonight marks a new night in the Sadistic Wrestling Federation... It is the beginning of where we rid of all the lazy bastards on the SWF payroll and Tai Haven can start paying me more money!
Jimmy Peckman: Is that all you care about?
Larry Dots: Well unlike you women, sex, cars, and a big house... so yeah, basically. Also watching people get their ass kicked, which is why I sit next to you!
Jimmy Peckman: Well the first match of the night is going to be underway. Loser is fired match!
[As we come back to the ring, Devon Zander and Ezra stand in opposite corners eyeing each other down, both wanting to keep the other from having his say in the ending of their dream of professional wrestling. The awaiting crowd is buzzing with anticipation of another Sadistic Wrestling event and here we go...]
Dots: Personally, I hope Tai cuts the both of the lackluster losers...and just what in the hell is a Devon Zander?
Opening Match
DING DING DING
Peckman: What, you weren't a fan of the Zander zone?
Dots: Shut the hell up.
[Then, out of nowhere, a noisy bit of static fills every technological video wall in the place.]
Peckman: What the Hell!?
[The crowd waits, uneasily, in anticipation as the venue's PA system comes to life, suddenly, with the dreary notes of an electric six-string unwillingly drawing the masses' attention toward the mouth of the ramp way. Soon, after the rhythmic opening finishes the first bar - The Big Friggin' Screen, displays a phrase...]
..The Drug..
[Then, another.]
..The Addiction..
[..and how about another Video Wall nugget of truth?]
..YOUR Role Model..
[Cue: "The Snake has no Head" by Corrosion of Conformity]
Invalid at last.. smothers the working class nihilist to be.. turns the scrape into a gash walking tall and ignorant-this man is now a militant deceiving the prophets confession to release this endless aggression...
[After everything well and good with the world kicks up, the camera view changes to showcase an elongated view of the entrance aisle for a short moment. Quickly, the shot changes again as we get a good view of the customary black curtain ripples with anxiety.]
One is the SOULLLLLL... Amplified Suicide Keeps the masses terrified But there's nothing to kill nothing to kill Nothing left unsaid Cause the snake has no head
[Heavy percussion beating..! Followed with that sweet, almost bluesy tone...All IS well with the world, finally, because YOUR Role Model has landed on SWF television!]
[Enter: The Addiction Incarnate; Bones]
[Here's the part where the black curtain parts and for the first time, finally, The Addiction is seen on Sadistic television. The crowd gives a lukewarm reaction, though some section of the bleachers starts a small 'Boney' chant, signifying a slim number of followers of The Addiction.]
But the body fills with greed and we spill when in need and all the slaves are on probation growing fat in a comfortable nation so the snake keeps on recruiting... we need ONE MORE ROYAL SHOOTING..! nothing left to lose so we create another wound..
One is the SOULLLLL... Amplified Suicide Keeps the masses terrified
Nothing to kill nothing to kill... nothing to kill Nothing left unsaid Cause the snake has no head
[He wears his pair of black, distressed Dickie work shorts with the end seam slightly ripped with his torso and head shrouded ,completely, by the baggy, black hooded sweatshirt that hangs on his lean, basketball-toned physique. Methodically, he makes his way down the aisle way without stopping to pay the confused masses any mind. In the ring, the three men have stopped all movement. With Zander and Ezra beginning to show their feeling about the present situation at hand.]
Fear of death is gain consuming the weak in shame it's a power we can't see but it leaves ourselves to blame shameless mourn another day slithering sins fade away but the snake is just a pawn and remains when we are gone
[Once he gets ringside, he stands on the outside, simply staring at the two for a moment. Thus begins Zander's attempt to spew venom at the debuting Addiction. Then, with the gloomy guitar at his back, Ezra takes the opportunity to strike with a VICIOUS double axe-handle that brings Devon to his knees..!]
One is the SOULLLLLL.. Amplified Suicide Keeps the masses terrified
Nothing to KILLLL, nothing to kill, nothing to kill
[As the song goes into the chorus once more and Ezra has young Devon in a precarious predicament in the corner - with meaty rights and lefts...YOUR Role Model has procured a steel folding chair from the now-overturned pudgy ring announcer and entered the ring behind them with bad intentions.]
Nothing left unsaid Cause the snake has no head
[Fortunately, the ref sees this.]
[Unfortunately for him, Bones could care less what he sees...and with a shrug, the ref goes flying! Now, with Ezra sighted he rears BACK and SWINGS for the fences..!]
[WHACK!!]
[Game on.]
[The Crowd resounds with an "OOOOOH!" as the chair folded over Ezra's cranium. Now, they watch with collective shocked expression as the hood flies off the young man's head to reveal his burgundy red crown. Some of the more educated begin their cheers as he grabs hold of Zander's hair and stands him up on wobbly knees against the turnbuckle.]
Dots: You know, Peck, I think I'm starting to like this guy...
Peckman: Can we STOP this, PLEASE!?
[He feigns a punch, everyone winces...including Zander and the SWF talking heads. Then, he laughs. Points and laughs, too. What a prick.]
Peckman: [sighs] Oh, what class.
Dots: What the hell? Let's go! This is the Sadistic Wrestl--
[And just like that, folks. The lights went out on Zanderville, signified by the elevation and tumbling job done to the outside of the ring. It's been called the SICKEST super kick in the business. Otherwise known as the 'SSB'.]
Peckman: Oh...my..GOD! Devon Zander has just been obliterated! What is going on!?
[The camera cuts from the various scenes of wreckage: the prone referee, Ezra writhing on the mat with starting to leak from his head, and the unconscious Devon Zander lying near the security wall. Then, we cut to the lens following Bones as he snatches the mic and rolls into the ring..]
[As he gets to the center of the ring, he stops and stares out into the rabid masses and the camera lens before him. Then, with the most serious of expressions plastered across his pierced face...comes laughter and more degrading, mocking pointing. Shoulda known..]
Bones:
[Some slight 'Boney' chants pick up.]
Peckman: What a prick.
Dots: Shut up!
Bones: So THIS is the bad ass Sadistic Wrestling Federation...? [RAHHHHH!] Selling out shows in Suck Ass, Corn-shuckin' Indiana..?[HEEL HEAT] What's that? Moooo? Moo moo? Any who, as my nifty little video told you, window lickin', udder touchers, earlier... I am the Addiction, or Sir Boney, the Magnificent Bastard of the Mid South.
[pause.]
[Some head scratching...]
"Wait a minute.
[A smattering of 'smart' applause.]
"See, I'M the guy that's gonna become the NEW owner and manipulator of this sh*theel promotion and I'm not just talking about taking A title. If you want validation, just ask the Mid South...
[The red streaked, short-haired mane of the angry Addiction, almost, shone under the beaming arena light as he bends down, pretending as if he were in the ol' Diamond Lane bowling alley with the microphone as his ball and still-writhing Ezra as the bowling pin.]
[With some laughter and heated booing at his back, here comes the wind-up and the pitch...with the mic coming to an abrupt stop at his still-bleeding cranium...and somewhere, a puppy is getting kicked.]
Jimmy Peckman: He is everything I stand against...
Larry Dots: He is what the SWF stands for he is sadistic! I predict him as SWF heavyweight champion one day, and WWA World champion! He could easily be picked for the Summer Games TEAM!
Jimmy Peckman: I’m just hoping Haven decides to put people like Blade on there.
Larry Dots: So what’s next?
Jimmy Peckman: Up next we have Tony Floyd taking on Lonewolf! Both of these men are former Tri-Cities champions now known as the Tri-States championship.
[Lonewolf and Tony Floyd came into the ring and had something to prove. Both went toe to toe and exchanged arm bars, hammerlocks, headlocks, and the works. Great exchanges in the start. Both men brawled to the floor as they slowly came back in and we saw Wolf get the upper hand. He worked on Floyd with a few big moves and got near falls. Floyd eventually got the advantage back and started to wear down Lonewolf with hard kicks and punches, and submission moves to the back. When Wolf finally fought back, he moved in and they hit a double clothesline. Both laid there for an eight count until Wolf got up first. He hit a few punches but Floyd ducked the last one and went into a schoolboy for the three count.]
Jimmy Peckman: Well next week I just got word Lonewolf will be wrestling Canis Lee who is still on the injured list to see who gets to keep their job. Floyd and Lonewolf I guess didn’t put on a good enough show, but Tony is more of a reliable wrestler then Lonewolf has ever been.
Larry Dots: SWF already saved a few bucks tonight thanks to Bones! That was amazing he should do that next week to Lee and Floyd!
Jimmy Peckman: I doubt it would even faze Lee... Do you remember his match against Larry Sinn at Lions to Legends? The grocery store match... god that was a crazy match!
Larry Dots: We truly do need to see more jacked up things in SWF. But what do we having going on next?
Jimmy Peckman: Malik Johnson taking on The Scorpion to see who the number one contender to the SWF Sadistic championship!
Larry Dots: Prediction?
Jimmy Peckman: The Scorpion of course! He is hell bent on winning it and I think this will be his opportunity!
Larry Dots: Malik will make his ass sit down. After that he will get the win and will eventually get a shot at the Sadistic championship!
Jimmy Peckman: I think it maybe a month from now, and he could very well be facing off against Jonathan Cross. But here we go the match is about to begin...
Larry Dots: I don’t think so look whose coming to the ring...
Jimmy Peckman: Oh great it’s Tai Haven!
[Tai walks to the ring with a piece of paper in his left hand and a microphone in the other. He gets to the ring and climbs up the stairs and into the ring. The crowd has mixed reactions when he gets to the ring but everybody draws silent as he pulls the microphone towards his mouth.]
Tai Haven: “So as everybody knows I had the SWF Tag Team championship’s vacated the other day with the absence of Ryan Matthews and Diashi. So I came up with a plan to decide who will be the next SWF tag team champions!”
[The crowd cheers.]
Tai Haven: “It will be a lethal lottery battle royal with two people starting out at the same time. Ninety seconds will pass and another person will come to the ring and will do so until all twelve people have been to the ring. It is over the top battle royal! The final two wrestlers will stop and wait for their partners to come down and then they will all wrestle for the tag team titles. The winner will also receive a shot at the WWA tag team championships when it comes to SWF.”
[He clears his throat.]
Tai Haven: “Now I have already randomly selected all of the teams. The first team I choose are very familiar with each other and that will be Wally Renfield and Lonewolf. If Lonewolf is able to keep it job after his match with Canis lee. If not Wally will be on his own unless he can find a suitable partner at the beginning of the night.”
[Crowd boos, as they all love the idiot Lonewolf.]
Tai Haven: “A former Tri-Cities champion Tony Floyd drew perhaps the best tag team partner anybody could wish for when he is tagging with “The Nightbringer” Ryan COREY! Now everybody is probably wondering who the mystery man Tyrone Walker is facing tonight. He will be in the lethal lottery and his tag team partner is non other then the Sadistic champion himself Matt McClain.”
[The crowd cheers for the former WWA World champion Matt McClain.]
Tai Haven: “Malik Johnson and Diesel Warren will take part as a team as will Jonathan Cross and our newest addition to the roster BONES!”
[Tai Haven smiles.]
Tai Haven: “Now the final team came to a shock as it will to all of you... Tyrone Walker and the current SWF Heavyweight champion BLADE will be a tag team in this lethal lottery. Now I thank you all for your time and Ill let you get onto the number one contenders match to the Sadistic championship!”
Jimmy Peckman: WE WILL HAVE NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS NEXT WEEK ON WARPATH!
Larry Dots: I THINK YOU JUST SHIT YOUR DIAPER!
Jimmy Peckman: Do you get excited over anything?
Larry Dots: Naked women...
Jimmy Peckman: You’re going to get us lawsuits for the things you say when we are on air. So you keep quite for a bit and lets get onto our match!
# BOOM
# BOOM
[Lights flicker and a thunderous roar echoes. The fans jump to their feet as they anticipate this entrance. Lightning flashes and red lights come up and smoke fills the entrance way.]
# You know what time it is
# You know who the hell this is
# Yea it\'s yo boy Malik
# Continuing on his winning streak
[Malik steps through the curtains with his hands raised high. He spins two times and drops to one knee as he holds his head back with a big ass grin on his face. He continues this week with his own rap to come in on.]
# This punk doesn't have a chance
# He did better at the Saddie Hawkins dance
# You know his sister was his date
# Cuz that\'s his family\'s fate
# Inbred sick and sadistic
# To keep other people from seeing that toothpick
# Yea we know your zipper is longer than you
# That\'s why yo sister is crying to.
[Malik makes his way down the ramp dancing from side to side. The fans are eating this up.]
Jimmy Peckman: Every week a new rap and Malik disses each of his opponents.
Larry Dots: That's what you call that crap.
# Screw that punk at the announcer\'s table
# He thought the pussy was his mama\'s navel.
# Look at him with his thumb in his ass...
# Waiting on his daddy to come home with the cash.
# Dat ain\'t happening, no not tonight.
# Daddy\'s got a d!
[Malik makes to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope as he jumps around as the beat continues.]
[With the Scorpion already in the ring he charges right at Malik who duck’s under Scorpions arm and grabs him by the neck pulling him down into a neck breaker. Malik quickly jumps to his feet and starts putting the boots to Scorpion. The referee tells Malik to stop and as he does Scorpion trips him and jumps to his feet holding his ribs. Johnson then is helped up by Scorpion who quickly locks on a sleeper hold.]
Jimmy Peckman: They are both looking good tonight but I predict The Scorpion to win.
Larry Dots: Yeah I really don’t care who wins we have Jonathan Cross going against Matt McClain here TONIGHT!
Jimmy Peckman: For the Sadistic title?
Larry Dots: Wow you have a terrible memory all of a sudden, of course it is!
[Malik starts crashing his elbow into Scorpion side and ends up breaking the hold. Malik ends up using a bit of strength and lifting The Scorpion up and over his head and ends up hitting a jumping piledriver!]
Jimmy Peckman: Daddy’s MAD!
Larry Dots: Huh?
Jimmy Peckman: Next Malik plans on hitting sit your ass down!
[Johnson grabs Scorpion and tosses him into the corner. A moment later they both are on it and he jumps off with Scorpion landing a perfect sit down powerbomb off the middle post.]
1!
2!
3!
Jimmy Peckman: And The Mischievous One Malik Johnson will get a shot at the Sadistic championship!
Larry Dots: Who knows when?
Jimmy Peckman: Well probably when we end up having a pay-per-view when we have all the deadweight out of the SWF. So if I am so forgetful what is our next match?
Larry Dots: Of course the Sadistic championship title match!
[After the grandiose number one contenders match for the Sadistic title passes us by, we are instantly teleported to a familiar sight among modern wrestling. You know, the place the humanizes the talent that you pay your good money for. It's called the locker room.]
[As the camera traverses the area, we come across the sight of nondescript luggage, packed and zipped up tight, near a grouping of cubby-holes that line the plain, white walls. From there, the camera pans left, away from the storage spaces and away from the luggage...down the line to...]
[The SWF Tri-States Championship.]
[Then...BOOM!]
[The painted white locker room door BURSTS open like an agitated carbonated drink and, quickly, the camera zooms in on the doorway and the door with the nameplate reading, "Kid Ego" Diesel Warren. Then come the mandatory screams...]
Voice: SON OF A BITCH! DIESEL!!
[Then, the owner of the voice comes to light...and so do the masses' budding hatred. He storms in, shirtless and amped, with veins bulging that seemingly bring his numerous tattoo's to life. His red-streaked hair, again, glowing in the overhead, flourescent lights...and in his hand, a metal folding chair. The 'black sheep' tattoo on his right hand is alive with hot blood and so is his face...and you now know him as Bones, The Addiction Incarnate. He brings his open hand to his face to wipe at the corner of his mouth, then...]
Bones:
[Instantly, he jerks open the back door, which, presumably, leads to the shower room to find...nothing. Nothing at all.]
[In frustration, The Addiction discards the chair, which slams to the ground with an unsatisfying KLANG!]
Bones: You can't run forever, Ego...
[Then, with opened eyes, he turns his attention to the other side of the room...and the SWF Tri-States Championship, a once-highly regard status symbol in this Alliance. It meant something for the athlete to comes across this title during their tenure. That is, meant in past tense...]
Bones: Why, what kinda champion would leave his title just lying around?
[HEAVY HEEL HEAT]
[The camera fades with Bones taking the Tri-States Championship into his possession and making off like a thief in the night.]
[Cut to...]
[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 a shrill sound 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, and with in a matter of seconds, a massive explosion rips through out the entranceway leaving most of the fans breathless. A wall of fire reaches out to touch the top of the arena as the flames radiate their heat. As the smoke and fire start to clear out, the fans can see that McClain’s tron 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. On his tron, 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 tron 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!
[McClain 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! 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. Before he realizes what is going on Jonathan Cross comes from behind and knocks him to the ground.]
Jimmy Peckman: WHAT A CHEAP SHOT BY JONATHAN!
Larry Dots: ...And this is what I came here to see!
[Cross picks up McClain and nails him with a impact DDT onto the steel ramp. Cross hovers above “The Crippler” and starts hitting him in the face with huge lefts and rights. Jonathan back to his feet pulls McClain up by his hair and whips him down towards the ring.]
Jimmy Peckman: The match hasn’t even begun yet and it isn’t looking good for the former WWA World champion.
Larry Dots: McClain just nailed Jonathan with a few punches!
[A moment after that McClain is sent crashing face first into the ring steps. Jonathan digs under the ring and finds a steel chair. He lays it flat on the ground and picks up Matt McClain and goes onto the side of the ring. Cross picks McClain up and jumps off nailing EXTCITION!]
Jimmy Peckman: OH MY GOD! HE JUST NAILED A SPINNING CRADLE PILEDRIVER OFF OF THE SIDE OF THE RING ONTO A STEEL CHAIR!
Larry Dots: IM LOVIN IT TOO!
[Jonathan grabs McClain by his hair and blood is dripping down Matt’s face. Cross pushes McClain into the ring and the ref rings the bell for the match to start. Jonathan goes for the cover as Tai Haven comes out from the back.]
Larry Dots: Oh no the boss man is here again!
Tai Haven: “Don’t even think about counting that for Jonathan Cross or you will be fired.”
[The referee comes to his feet.]
Tai Haven: “So Jonathan you kind of did something I really didn’t like that much. You started the match just a bit early and interrupted a match I was looking forward to watching.”
[Jonathan gets up from covering “The Crippler” Matt McClain and stares directly out at the SWF owner Tai Haven.]
Jimmy Peckman: That is going to be an insane match!
Tai Haven: “So this is what I am going to do with you.... Next week on Warpath against Matt McClain you will be facing him for the Sadistic title.”
[Cross cracks a smile.]
Tai Haven: “I wouldn’t be so happy, because this match is no holds barred... AND YOU HAVE TO WIN BY SUBMISSION! Also I suggest you turn around...”
[McClain swings a chair with all his might into the skull of Jonathan Cross who collapses to the mat. Matt with blood oozing down his face is handed the SWF Sadistic championship and is escorted to the back by the referee.]
Jimmy Peckman: Warpath is turning out so far to be a crazy event tonight and next week! We have a rematch of what was suppose to take place tonight!
Larry Dots: Who do you think this mystery guy is?
Jimmy Peckman: I don’t know maybe Ryan Matthews?
Zorana Blair: And now introducing is surprise opponent for this evening...
[Reds spot light hits the entrance way. As a female voice comes over the loud speakers.]
Voice: If you'll excuse me Mrs. Announcer lady..
[A female figure walks through the entrance way, we come to realize it is of course Jade Fowler that we have been seeing more of recently. She is dressed in a ladies black power suit, with a skirt so short if she were to bend over her ass would surely hang out for the entire world to see.]
Jade: This man needs a bigger intro then you can give him, so please allow me...
[Jade takes position slightly to the left of the entranceway, and continues to speak.]
Jade: Mr. Walker, you opponent this evening is the man who single-handed carried this company from absolute nothing, and made it into the show that it is today...
Larry Dots: Ty is facing Tai Haven?
Jade: Your opponent this evening Mr. Walker, is the greatest champion to ever step foot into a SWF ring...
Jimmy Peckman: Eric Dane?
Jade: Your opponent this evening Mr. Walker has held every single title in the SWF accept for the cruiserweight championship. He is by far the greatest SWF champion of all times...
Larry Dots: Wally! She brought back Wally Renfield?
[A thick chunky guitar solo begins to play, and is joined by a heavy drum beat. AS the music progresses the tempo picks up.]
## Out of my way I\'m running high ##
## Take your chance with me and I\'ll give it a try ##
## Ain\'t no woman in the world I know ##
## \'Cause I ain\'t looking for an overflow ##
## Oh baby I ain\'t got much ##
## Resistance to your touch ##
## Take off the high heels, let down your hair ##
## Paradise ain\'t far from there ##
Larry Dots: Who the hell enters to AC/DC\'s Walk all over you?
## I wanna walk all over you ##
## I wanna walk all over you ##
## Do anything you want me to, baby ##
## I wanna walk all over you ##
Peckman: First time hearing it personally.
## Reflections on the bedroom wall ##
## And there you thought you\'d see it all ##
## We\'re rising, falling like the sea ##
## You\'re looking so good under me ##
Jade: Mr. Walker, tonight you face the dangerous, the diabolical, the deviant, the divine...
## I\'m gonna walk all over you ##
## I\'m gonna walk all over you ##
## Do anything you want me to do to you ##
## I\'m gonna walk all over you ##
[The silhouette of a very large muscular man steps into the entrance way.]
Larry Dots: NO WAY!
## Moanin\', groanin\' stereo ##
## Said gimme the stage, I\'m gonna steal the show ##
## Leave on the lace and turn off the light ##
## Tonight is gonna be the night ##
Jade: I give to you Mr. Walker and the entire SWF, the only hops this place ever had or ever will have... I give to all you, for the fans best interest...
## I\'m gonna walk all over you ##
## I\'m gonna walk all over you ##
## Do anything you want me to ##
## I\'m gonna walk all over you ##
[The man in the entrances comes into light. Short blonde hair, extremely muscular physique, red singlet, black elbow pad on left arm, and red wrestling boots. It could only be one man...]
Jade: DAN EASTONNNNNN!!!
Jimmy Peckman: MY GAWD! EASTON is back!!!
Larry Dots: Oh come on, Walker is going to wrestle circles around this has been champion.
[Easton stares at Walker in the ring, looks out at the fans, cracks his trademark cocky ass grin, and charges to the ring.]
Jimmy Peckman: I don\'t know Easton looks fired up here tonight.
Larry Dots: Like someone lit a time bomb under his ass.
[Easton slides under the bottom rope, no sooner does he get to his feet before he charges at Walker Surprising him with a vicious clothesline.]
Peckman: I can't believe he's back! It's Dan Easton!
Dots: Hell with Easton, I'm still backing Ty Walker.
Peckman: Dan Easton is not somebody to take light, I think this could be trouble for Walker.
Dots: C'mon Walker!
Peckman: Easton is sure showing why he is ready to get back into the ring and make a impact.
Dots: He will be ok, trust me.
Peckman: You better hope.
[Easton begins to hit Walker with a few slams and some elbow drops. He hits a huge overhead belly to belly followed by some quick back breakers. He goes for a cover but gets 2. He locks in a chicken wing to try to wear out Walker. Walker gets a bit loose, but gets locked back in a full nelson. He goes to lock in his Low Down, but Walker slides to the ropes. He grabs the bottom as the ref moves in to break it, and Walker kicks Easton in the groin.]
Dots: YES!
Peckman: That sucks; only Ty Walker would do something like that.
Dots: Nothing wrong with that.
[Walker goes onto the offense now and begins to pound him with hard kicks. He shoots Easton off the ropes and hits a huge dropkick. He lifts up Easton and lands a couple of chops, then a snap mare, followed by two spinal taps, and a boot scrape to the back of the head. He gets a two count and begins to pound on him with a few more rights and lefts.]
Peckman: Looks like Walker might have this thing won here tonight against the returning Easton.
Dots: Did ya ever doubt him! He's too good Peckman.
[Walker begins to soften him up as he hits one of his signature combos. He hits a piledriver, then calls for his big impact.]
Dots: This could be it, it's time for his Everlasting Godstopper!
[Walker lifts him up and begins to walk with Easton on his shoulders. Suddenly Blade comes from the back and is in the isle way, waving the belt at Walker. Ty Walker drops Easton and moves to the ropes as he begins yelling at Blade. Blade points behind Walker as Ty steps back, and Easton rolls him up for a three count.]
Peckman: DAN EASTON WINS IN HIS RETURN!
Dots: That's not fair, that no good Blade came out and cost him the match!
Peckman: Serves Walker right, he should have focused on his opponent.
Dots: Man I'm pissed.
Peckman: That's what ya get Walker! Go Dan Easton, and welcome back!
Larry Dots: Next match is “The Nightbringer” Ryan Corey taking on BLADE!
Jimmy Peckman: Just remember if NRC is too win then he gets to choose when he wants a shot at the Heavyweight championship!
[Skeeeeeerrrrrrrshhhhhhhhhhhhh.]
Peckman: What else is going to happen tonight. Larry!?
Dots: I guess we're gonna find out, retard.
[Peckman cries.]
[The static is all consuming, adding to the electricity in the War Memorial Arena.]
[Then, the lights kick on and we come to the sight of the vast parking garage, covered in a burnt orange hue of light due to the worn out overhead lights. Slowly, the camera pans to the left until a large hand comes across the camera lens, pulling us faster to the left until we're face to face with that thief. That same asshole, who earlier tonight, bullied his way onto Sadistic TV and abused some poor kids that probably were going to lose their job anyway.]
[Yeah, that Boney bastard.]
Peckman: Enough of this guy! I've seen enough!
Dots:
Peckman: My ass. If he's so big and bad, why doesn't he do in the ring like a man? Tell me that, Larry?
[HEEL HEAT!]
[Once he takes his hand away from the camera lens, we catch full sight of the sly-smiling Addiction standing casually near the rear quarter panel of a black on black, '69 Chevrolet Chevelle. Complete with twenty-inch, one hundred spoke Dayton rims. Nice, I know. He wears an easier face than we've been accustomed to during this edition of Warfare and a black, short sleeved work shirt; buttoned up, nice and tight. On his bottom half, a pair of loose fitting, black, Dickie work pants and a pair of black Converse Chuck Taylor’s. The yellow lights make his fourteen gauge 'horseshoes' glimmer with a tainted kind of light...and of course, a cigarette behind his right one.]
[Then, there's the SWF Tri-States Championship. Sitting on the roof of the Chevelle, folded on display, looking as glorious as any championship could look to any athlete. Especially, an athlete the caliber of Diesel Warren.]
Peckman: I can't believe this. He steals the belt and he goes and takes more of this precious airtime to TALK about it!? He's a bastard, plain and simple.
Dots: SHHHHH!
Bones: Hey, hey, you fucking little, talking monkeys!
[Then, he pauses for a moment as if conjuring a thought.]
Bones: I'm sorry, that means that
[You could feel the anger seeping through the walls if you were inside the War Memorial Arena on this day. Then, not missing a beat, he 'dusts himself off' and begins to address Diesel Warren, watching from wherever he may be.]
[Not some idiot, MTV-absorbed hick.]
[He pulls the cig from behind his right ear and with a light in hand, he deftly lights the cig and takes a pull. The smoke wafts towards the camera like a mystical sprite of dancer as he begins to gesture like Vanna White: unveiling the stolen Tri-States strap.]
Bones: Hi there. I know you know this beautiful piece of gold in my company...
[A smatter of crowd provided laughter.]
Bones: Now that we've gotten the formalities out of the way, you know what this is about, Warren. This isn't about some title that I'll probably come across during my time here. This isn't about pissing off some idiot, 'So you want to be a Hilton' watching rednecks. [BOOO!] This is about you...
[BOOOO!!]
Bones: Boo all you want, but it doesn't change the proof that's in the fuckin' pudding. The nerds know about the backstage scuffle and now these lemmings, these programmed monkeys, they saw the Addiction give this beautiful piece of gold a better home...
[The Addiction begins turning from left to right with outstretched arms, chest bowed up and shouting,"Oh, DIESEL, DIESEL! FEAR THE EGO!" Then, he suddenly stops and turns to the camera with a twinkle in his eye and laughter in his gullet.]
Bones:
[Pause.]
Bones: But, on the other hand, if Kid Ego is everything that they say that he is. The Ego just might man up...and personally
[More hate-filled booing...and that fucking smile of his.]
Bones: Come find me, Ego, I'm just dyin' for you to.
[Skeeeeeerrrrrrrshhhhhhhhhhhhh.]
Dots: Are we still on the air?
[Cut to commercial...]
Larry Dots: Well here we go! The night is nearly over...
Jimmy Peckman: It normally sucks when the night is over and you go back to your hotel room and just sleep.
Larry Dots: Man go to the bar and find a girl and get laid!
Jimmy Peckman: Both Blade and Ryan Corey are in the ring so lets get started!
[Blade and Ryan Corey lock up, trying to over power the other before breaking loose and stepping back, staring the other down. They lock up once again, struggling to push the other, but there is no budge between either of them, showing almost the same amount of strength. Finally, Blade begins to over power Ryan Corey, before “The Nightbringer” begins to get the upper hand. NRC goes to push Blade down to the floor, but Blade catches his balance and whips against the ropes, bouncing right back at Ryan Corey with a clothesline. The Nightbringer ducks it just in time, letting Blade go right past him and bounce off the opposite side of the ring, coming right back at him once again. Ryan Corey springs at him with a closed fist, but Blade ducks it as well.]
Jimmy Peckman: Match is so far so close!
[Both men run to the ropes, whipping off and head straight towards the other with intensity in they're veins, colliding right into each other with a thunderous double clothesline. Blade and NRC don't even take much time to rest to shake off the collision, standing right back up to there feet. “The Nightbringer” Ryan Corey begins to throw left and right hooks and jabs to the face of Blade, making Blade stumble back into the ropes, leaning up on them to stay up. Ryan Corey then leans him back and whips him to the opposite side, waiting in the middle of the ring for Blade. Ryan Corey bends down, looking for a back body drop. Blade whips off the ropes, running straight for NRC. Blade rolls over his back and lands on his face NRC turns around as quickly as he could to counter, but Blade kicks him in the midsection. Ryan Corey bends down, holding his stomach in pain and Blade nails NRC with a reverse suplex into a stunner!.]
Jimmy Peckman: THE BUZZSAW!
Larry Dots: It’s all over for Ryan Corey...
1!
2!
3!
[Blade wins!]
[After Blade comes to his feet and is handed the SWF Heavyweight championship, Tyrone Walker runs down to the ring with a microphone in his hand.]
Tyrone Walker: Blade you cost me my match earlier on in the night... Now I am going to destroy you... You have been avoiding me for way too long and now I demand you put the SWF Heavyweight championship on the line against me right now... If you don’t then that just proves how weak you truly are.
Jimmy Peckman: Come on Walker he just wrestled a match against one of the greatest wrestlers ever!
Larry Dots: Who cares...
[Blade nods his head yes as he drops the Heavyweight championship]
Peckman: And here we go!
[Blade shakes off those cobwebs from his match with NRC as he locks up with Walker. Walker goes into a headlock and begins to showboat as Blade takes him back into a pin.]
1....
Peckman: One count only on that one.
[Walker rolls back to his feet and gets back into a headlock. Blade rolls sideways and attaches on a armbar, and tosses it into a top wrist lock. Walker ducks inside into a hammerlock, and goes into another headlock. Blade shoots him off and turns him, lands a quick arm drag, hip toss, bodyslam, and goes for a dropkick, but Walker powders to the outside before Blade jumps.]
[The Crowd pops as Walker bangs on the mat.]
Dots: Ok were still good here.
Peckman: Yeah we are, the crowd is crazy as there seeing Blade put on a clinic to Walker.
Dots: Ty Walker will be the new SWF Heavyweight Champion.
Peckman: In your dreams.
[Walker comes back in and runs with a clothesline, Blade ducks and hits a neckbreaker. He rolls back with it and holds on a side chinlock to Walker. Tyrone Walker begins to fight up as Blade shoots him off the ropes and hits a huge jumping side kick. He goes for a cover but only gets two. He lifts up Walker, shoots him off again and hits a huge back body drop. Walker sits up in pain as Blade plays the fans as they erupt.]
Peckman: The roof is coming down here Larry! Calib Wallace is on fire.
Dots: Ty Walker will win this...he's gotta.
[Blade picks up Walker and raises his arms in the air, and hits a huge chop. The crowd pops as he lines up, and does another. The ref separates the two for a second as Walker quickly pokes Blade in the eyes. Blade drops down to one knee and Walker hits a huge mafia kick, dropping Blade like a tree.]
[The crowd boos as Walker denies the eye poke to the ref.]
Dots: There we go!
Peckman: Ridiculous! That's why Blade is the better wrestler. He was destroying Walker, but the guy has to cheat.
Dots: You were saying that a year ago about Blade, so shut up.
Peckman: But he changed, he's a better man now, he doesn't do that!
Dots: Whatever.
[Walker slowly moves around as he puts a couple of boots to Blade's head. He lifts him up, shoots him off the ropes and hits a huge spinebuster. He lifts him back up and hits a second, but this one has more lift. He sits and laughs as the fans boo at Walker. He moves in for a cover.]
1......
2......
OUT!
[Walker shakes his head as he moves Blade into the corner. He shoots in a few shoulders as he pulls back, and slaps Blade in the face. He winds up for a punch, but Blade blocks it and hits a couple of his own. He sits on the top and comes off the middle with a double axe handle, but Walker cuts him off with a boot to the ribs, then a huge DDT. Blade rolls forward as Walker shoots off the ropes and lands a huge elbow to Blade's throat.]
Peckman: Walker is just taking over now.
Dots: Blade can't have too much left, he just had a war with NRC right before this.
Peckman: Let's hope Blade can suck it up and go out on top.
[Walker picks up Blade and shoots him into the corner. He comes in with a handspring back elbow to the face, followed by a series of chops. Blade dangles a bit as he shoots him back to the other corner and flies in on Blade with a huge body splash. He slams Blade's face with a series of elbow shots as Blade stumbles and falls into the corner. Walker laughs as he slams Blade with three hard boot scrapes, then shoots off the opposite side and hits a huge face wash.]
Dots: From Pillar to Post baby.
Peckman: That will do it.
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[Walker laughs as he pulls Blade's head off the mat.]
Peckman: Why would he do that!
Dots: I guess he just wants to kill Blade.
[Walker sits now on the top rope as he waits for Blade to stand. After a bit, Blade finally gets up and is met with a flying twisting rana. He gets up and lifts Blade and charges into the corner, grabs Blade, runs up the turnbuckle, and lands with a backflip layout ddt. He laughs a bit as he moves onto the ring apron now and waits for Blade to move. Blade finally gets up and is met with a 720 springboard DDT. Walker moves over and goes in for the cover.]
Dots: New Champ Baby! Storm of the Century!
1......
2.........
NO!!!!
[Walker picks up Blade yet again as the crowd is pist.]
Peckman: You've gotta be kidding me!
Dots: Well I guess he wants Blade dead.
Peckman: C'mon this guy just had a match before this, just end this and take your damn Title you want so bad.
[Walker moves now to the apron and springs off the ropes with a huge Swanton bomb, then follows immediately with the momentum hitting the ropes and springs off with a asai moonsault.]
Dots: That's it, Death from Above, that's everything.
Peckman: I guess your right it's over.
1...........
2.............
3................
NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BLADE KICKED OUT!!!!!!!!!!
Dots: WHAT!!!!
Peckman: HE KICKED OUT!
[Walker begins swearing up a storm as he begins to bang on the mat, screaming as he cannot believe he kicked out.]
Walker: DIE CALIB!!! JUST DIE!!!!!
[Blade begins to twitch a bit as he can barley stand up. Walker moves in a lifts him up with a huge falcon arrow.]
Dots: BROKER ARROW!!!!
Peckman: NOO!!!!
1...........
2.............
3................
NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BLADE KICKED OUT AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!
Peckman: OH MY GOD!!!
Dots: WHAT THE HELL!!
[Walker rolls onto his back and is now almost in tears as he doesn't know what the hell to do.]
Peckman: I can't believe this!
[Blade grabs the bottom rope and tries to stand but can barely move. Walker shakes his head and turns red as he walks over and stands over Blade.]
Walker: IT'S OVER BLADE!
[Walker lifts up Blade and gets him into a torture rack, and spins him in with a sitout piledriver.
Dots: EVERLASTING GODSTOPPER!
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2.............
3................
NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DING DING DING!!!!!!!!!!
Dots: TYRONE WALKER IS THE NEW SWF HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!!!!
Peckman: Dammit!
Dots: I told you!
[Walker gets the belt and lifts the belt up and stands over a fallin Blade.]
Peckman: I don't care who you are, Calib Wallace did everything he could have done. He beat NRC and almost beat Tyrone Walker back to back.
Dots: Yup, but he tried.
[Walker begins bragging as he leaves the ring and shows off the belt to the fans.]
[The crowd pops hard the ref tries to help Blade up. Blade doesn't move, as he gets rolled out of the ring. Blade is being carried to the back as the fans are cheering hard. As there almost to the back, Calib lifts his right arm to the fans as the pop harder.]
Peckman: One hell of a fight there.
Dots: I told ya! He'd win!
Peckman: Well we just got word that next week, if there is anything left, Blade is going to challenge Dark Wolf for the WWA World Championship for his efforts tonight!
Dots: Another match for him to blow.
Peckman: Kids got heart, should be a amazing main event next show! See ya next Warpath!
[SWF logo]
Tony Floyd -vs- Lonewolf
Malik Johnson -vs- The Scorpion
Kai Lewis -vs- Chris Saint -vs- Matt McClain
Tyrone Walker -vs- Mystery Opponent
“The Nightbringer” Ryan Corey -vs- Blade