This is my life
its not what it was before
all these feelings I've shared
and these are my dreams
that I'd never lived before
somebody shake me
'cause I
I must be sleeping

[Slowly the Sadistictron turns on and faces start to appear. "Ruthless" Wally Renfield, "The Mephisto" CJ Rowell, "The Paragon" Trent Mathers, Demonio De la Sangre II, Jake Keeton, BW, Deke Rivers, Dan Easton, La Brujah, King X, RJ Harris, Preston Price, The Tower, The Scorpion, Jonny Catchphrase, "Shooter" Jason Lockhart, "The Living Legend" Chris Saint, "The Real F'n Deal" Ryan Matthews, "Little" Joey Average, and Stringbean Melly... the current SWF roster.]

Now that we're here,
it's so far away
all the struggle we thought was in vain
all the mistakes,
one life contained
they all finally start to go away
now that we're here its so far away
and I feel like I can face the day I can forgive
and I'm not ashamed to be the person that I am today

[The vacant SWF Heavyweight title spins slowly, the MSW Heavyweight champion CJ Rowell stands proud and tough. The Sadistic champion Wally Renfield isn't ignorant nor a bad wrestler. The Tri-Cities champion Preston Price is an amazing wrestler with tons of potential. The vacant SWF tag team titles glimmer and shine.]

These are my words
that I've never said before
I think I'm doing okay
and this is the smile
that I've never shown before

[A close up of the SWF Heavyweight title... Wrec Hannibal, Chris Saint, Wally Renfield, Dan Easton, vacant. A close up of the SWF Sadistic title flashes across the Sadistictron next, Dan Easton, Deke Rivers, Wally Renfield. The Tri-Cities championship pans onto the screen, Chris Saint, Tenebrae, Trent Mathers, Tony Floyd, Darkest Dark, Kakuma, Lonewolf, The Scorpion, Preston Price. Finally the tag team titles stretch across the Sadistictron, The Front Office, Firery Disco Fever, TINY, Ultra Breadman and Dough-Nut aka Dominic Granger, Trent Mathers and Demonio De la Sangre II and vacant.]

Somebody shake me 'cause I
I must be sleeping

Now that we're here,
it's so far away
all the struggle we thought was in vain
all the mistakes,
one life contained
they all finally start to go away
now that we're here its so far away
and I feel like I can face the day I can forgive
and I'm not ashamed to be the person that I am today

I'm so afraid of waking
please don't shake me
afraid of waking
please don't shake me

[Sadistic Wrestling Federation?]

Now that we're here,
it's so far away
all the struggle we thought was in vain
all the mistakes,
one life contained
they all finally start to go away
now that we're here its so far away
and I feel like I can face the day I can forgive
and I'm not ashamed to be the person that I am today

[Michigan State Wrestling?]

BOOM! BOOM! BANG! BOOM! POW!

Jimmy Peckman: "I am Jimmy Peckman and I am here today with Larry Dots to go over the top ten matches of 2004 and the best match of 2004 and today will be a very exciting night!"

Larry Dots: "SWF has had major issues with the WWA but has seemed to clear them all up as of late. SWF has had some low points and it seemed sometimes we would close... But a bit over a year later we're fighting stronger and one of the fest federations around!"

Jimmy Peckman: "I would like to congratulate Deke Rivers on being the first SWF wrestling to bring WWA gold to our federation which was the Double Crown championship defeating Dark Wolf."

Larry Dots: "SWF just needs to hold two more WWA championships and we have held them all."

Jimmy Peckman: "As I said earlier Dark Wolf claimed the WWA Double Crown title, Dominic Granger or Dough-Nut claimed the WWA Cruiserweight tag team titles, and SWF is the home of the current WWA Tag Team champions TCW!"

Larry Dots: "I predict in the new year CJ Rowell wins the WWA World title, and Ryan Matthews or Preston Price will pick up the WWA International championship!"

Jimmy Peckman: "It has been an amazing year for the SWF as well as the fans, here we go with match number ten of the best matches of 2004."




Match Ten - February 4th 2004 on Wednesday Night Warpath Wrec Hannibal Vs Calvin Botti to be first SWF Heavyweight champion




Larry Dots: It's about time we moved onto what everybody has been waiting for all night long, and that is the hell in a cell match.

[The lights dim and a green haze come over the arena. What If By Creed comes over the PA. A green haze begins to fill the area as the intro the song plays. Just then you see Wrec Hannibal walking backwards out from behind the curtain wearing no shirt, black tight with the green bone lettering spelling out Hannibal and his arms fully extended out. Wrec then take two steps while turning around and extends his arms out again while there is an explosion at the entrance way. Wrec takes a couple steps forward, looks out at the crowd with a cocky look while Tiffany Chaos walks from behind the curtain with a sad look on her face while wearing a tight black leather tank top and black leather pants.]

I can't find the rhyme in all my reason
Lost sense of time and all seasons
Feel I've been beaten down
By the words of men who have no grounds

[Wrec begins to walk down to the ring with the same cocky look on his face as Tiffany walks down two steps behind him.]

Can't sleep beneath the trees of wisdom
When your ax has cut the roots that feed them
Forked tongues in bitter mouths
Can drive a man to bleed from inside out

[Wrec slides into the ring and walks over to the turnbuckle as Tiffany walks around the outside of the ring cheer on Wrec.]

What if you did?
What if you lied?
What if I avenge?
What if eye for an eye?

[Wrec stretches out his arms into a underhook flex as he looks out to the crowd, then extends both of his arms out in a cocky manner in spite of the crowd booing him.]

Larry Dots: Well, the cell is lowering now as Wrec has just finished his entrance and Botti came out while we were on commercial.

Jimmy Peckman: I can't wait! The first SWF champion.... we gonna see it tonight Larry! Tonight!

Larry Dots: The cell has lowered and the bell has marked the beginning of a historic SWF match. And the fans couldn't be happier.

[Hannibal and Botti tie up. Hannibal gets the advantage and puts a headlock on Botti. Botti throws Hannibal off and into the ropes. Botti goes for a clothesline, and Wrec Hannibal ducks the clothesline and turns it quickly into a swinging neckbreaker. It's not very long till Hannibal has Botti back up. Despite strong opposition from Botti, an impressive Wrec Hannibal is able to get Botti stunned once again and hits him with a snap german suplex.]

Larry Dots: Botti's neck just fell right into the mat cause of that wicked snap german suplex.

Jimmy Peckman: The arena is flooded with boos cause of that.

[Hannibal hovers over Botti as he lifts Botti up to his feet. Hannibal launches Botti to the ropes and then launches Botti in the air with an airborne back body drop. The mat literally moves from the impact of the body drop.]

Larry Dots: Hannibal hitting the big moves right now.

[Hannibal slides out of the ring and quickly goes under the ring.]

Larry Dots: Hannibal has just pulled out a sack...? What?

Jimmy Peckman: No telling what's in that sack.

[Hannibal lays the sack by the turnbuckle before he goes over to Botti. He lifts Botti up but Botti fires back with a hands of rights. He kicks Hannibal in the family jewels to get the upper hand temporarily. Botti uses the moment to throw Hannibal over the rope and quickly follow. Botti stomps on Hannibal over and over again. Botti lifts Hannibal up and sends him crashing into the ring steps.]

Larry Dots: Earlier on, Botti wasn't even giving no defense. And now Hannibal isn't giving no D. It's like they are just letting each other manhandle the other one for awhile.

Jimmy Peckman: No complaints from me.

[Botti picks Hannibal up and slams Hannibal's head down onto the side of the mat. The fans cheer a bit, as Hannibal's senses are lost. Botti picks Hannibal back up and puts him into a position of a suplex.]

[WHACK!!!!]

[WHACK!!!!!]

[WHACK!!!!!]

[The fans go nuts as Botti whacked Hannibal's body into the cell three times before sending Hannibal's stomach crashing down on the ropes. Hannibal's head just hangs over the ropes and Botti smiles at the look of the pain filled Hannibal.]

Larry Dots: Botti is going to the top rope.

Jimmy Peckman: This is so sweet!!!!

[Botti positions himself on the top rope and smiles as he looks at the head of Hannibal.]

[AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

[Hannibal's head collapses downward followed by his body after the top rope leg drop by Botti.]

Larry Dots: The fans are going nuts!

Jimmy Peckman: Botti is kinda out of it after that daredevil stunt.

[Botti begins to shake the cobwebs off as he gets up to his feet. He catches his breath for a second before he picks Hannibal up. He walks Hannibal around the ring and over to the cage door. He launches Hannibal's head into the cage door three times and after the third time, Wrec Hannibal drops to the ground with his face a bloody mess.]

Larry Dots: Botti is very controlling in this match so far, the very opposite of what he was last week against Floyd.

Jimmy Peckman: What I am liking now is the fact that we know what's in that sack. Thumbtacks!!! Botti is pouring them all across the ring and now is going back for Hannibal.

[Botti picks Hannibal up but Hannibal fights back and quickly gets the advantage back after launching Botti into the door. Hannibal then launches the back of Botti into the rope and the fans shout the feelings that rush in the back of Botti. Botti stays there on the apron and holds his back. Hannibal grabs Botti off the side of the ring and sets him up.]

[CAGE DOOR BREAKS THROUGH!!!!!!!!]

Larry Dots: Hannibal hit Botti with a snap suplex onto the door and the door broke through!!!

Jimmy Peckman: Believe it or not, the fans are flooding this arena with cheers for the move that was pulled off by Hannibal.

Larry Dots: They just love hardcore Jimmy, that's all.

Jimmy Peckman: True.

[Hannibal and Botti lay knocked out between the inside and outside of the cage. Neither of them are moving.]

Larry Dots: SWF chants are being shouted in the arena!

Jimmy Peckman: And look.... Botti is the first one to move.

[Botti slowly makes it up to his feet with his hand behind his back. He rests on the barricade while watching Hannibal start to move. Botti kicks Hannibal in the mid-section as Hannibal got up to his feet. Botti is able to gather enough strength to kick Hannibal a few more times to get a clear advantage. He holds onto Hannibal's head and launches Hannibal as hard as possible into the side of the cage.]

[COLLAPSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Larry Dots: A hole is now in the middle of the left side of the cell! And Hannibal is on the side of the ring inside the cell!!!!!!

Jimmy Peckman: Hannibal's face can be seen as he drops to the ground. And his face is even more bloody now then it was before.

[SWF! SWF! SWF!]

[Botti stands there looking at Hannibal spread out on the ground and smiles before he walks through the hole on the side of the cell. He picks Hannibal up and tosses him slightly into the ring. Botti slides in and clears spots in the ring as he kicks some of the thumbtacks out, leaving only a small bit in the corners. Botti lifts Hannibal up and locks the weary Hannibal in a sleeper hold for a few seconds. After Hannibal remains move less in the sleeper hold, Calvin Botti changes it into a reverse DDT. Botti slides on top of Hannibal for the pin.]

1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

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

No!!!

Larry Dots: Ref says two. Very close one.

[Botti slams his hands on the mat before lifting himself up with Hannibal. He throws Hannibal to the ropes, but Hannibal ducks after an attempted clothesline by Botti and comes back to hit Botti with one heck of a flying lariat!]

Jimmy Peckman: Hannibal pulling out a much needed move to get himself back in this match.

Larry Dots: It worked out alright but he's knocked out and so is Botti.

[And once again, Calvin Botti is the first one to get up. He staggers a bit but gains his strength and is able to pick Hannibal up. He whips Hannibal toward the turnbuckle but Hannibal reverses and Calvin Botti slams hard into the turnbuckle. Hannibal quickly punches away at Botti before lifting Botti up onto the top rope. He sets Botti up into a piledriver position.]

[PILEDRIVE ON THE TACS!!!!]

Larry Dots: GOODNESS! Those tacks were still at the bottom of that turnbuckle and Botti's head just got driven in them and Botti is knocked out with blood streaming down his face.

Jimmy Peckman: We got blood every where!

[Wrec goes for the pin]

1!!!!

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

KICKOUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Larry Dots: How did he kick out? Wrec is shocked, we're shocked, the fans are shocked, and even the ref is shocked.

Jimmy Peckman: It's for the world title Larry. They are giving all they got.

[Wrec catches his breath before getting up. He looks at Botti a second and then looks at the top of the cell much to the delight of fans. He picks Botti up and all of a sudden, a scream of Botti's name comes from the side of the ring.]

Larry Dots: That's Wrec's girl, Tiffany. And she's cheering for Botti!

[Wrec walks over to the side of the ring where Tiffany is and starts screaming at her to shut up.]

Jimmy Peckman: Tiffany has been quiet all match long and been staying out of the way. Now, she's decided to open her mouth? Dang her!

[ROLL UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

1!

2!!!!!

Kickout!!!!

Larry Dots: Out of nowhere, Calvin Botti hits Hannibal with a roll up and no one saw it. Cause of the distraction from Tiffany, Calvin was able to get his "whits" about him.

Jimmy Peckman: Slut... Of course, Botti is the playboy.

Larry Dots: Jimmy!

Jimmy Peckman: Well, I'm sorry...

[Hannibal gets up before Botti does and screams at Tiffany again before he picks Botti up. Botti fires with right hands to break the grapple and quickly slings Hannibal to the ropes. Hannibal ducks Botti's clothesline, bounces off the ropes, and levels Botti with a clothesline of his own.]

[BOO!!!!!!!!]

Larry Dots: The fans booing Wrec after he clotheslined Botti to get the control of the match back.

Jimmy Peckman: And now Wrec has Botti up and he's throwing him into the turnbuckle and just firing at him with lefts and rights.

[Wrec finishes his punches and then throws a swift kick to the crotch of Botti before hitting Botti with a massive bulldog. Wrec goes for a quick pin but only gets a two. Wrec slaps his hands on the mat in anger and then looks to the top of the cage. He throws Botti out of the ring and looks at Tiffany running around to the door. Wrec starts cussing in anger as he slides out of the ring. He yells at Tiffany who is blocking the door.]

[Get the heck out of my way!!!]

[NO!!!!]

[Wrec, in his anger, takes a hold of Botti and slams his head on the ring post. He then picks Botti up once again and takes him to the opposite side of the ring which is the right side of the cell. He hammers and hammers and hammers and hammers the body of Botti into the cage. He then hammers and hammers his body into once again. The side becomes a bit unhinged and the fans cheer at the sight. Wrec hammers Botti into it once again which makes the unhinge some more. Wrec picks Botti up on his shoulders.]

[POWERBOMB THROUGH THE SIDE OF THE CAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

[SWF! SWF! SWF!]

Larry Dots: One way to get through the cage!

Jimmy Peckman: This is what... the third hole in the cage so far?

Larry Dots: I believe so.

[Wrec smiles as he walks through the hole and to the outside. He grabs Botti up and hits him with a few stiff punches. Botti collapses to the ground. Wrec picks Botti up once again and throws Botti up over the announcers table.]

Jimmy Peckman: LEAVE US ALONE!!!!!

[Wrec comes over to the ring announcer and throws him out of the way to get his chair. He exposes the back of Botti in a clear out fashion and bangs his back three times with the steel chair. Botti's back full of red marks from the chair. Wrec throws the chair aside after it's near destruction. He knees the back of Botti a few times before rolling Botti off the table. He rests a few seconds while thinking of what to do next.]

[WHACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

[Wrec falls to the ground.]

Larry Dots: What the heck is Tiffany doing?

Jimmy Peckman: She just whacked Wrec with a steel chair!

Larry Dots: And the fans are loving it!

[Tiffany drops the steel chair and runs to the opposite end of the cage as both men are on the ground and unresponsive. After a few minutes, Wrec lifts himself up and shakes the shock of a steel chair whack by Tiffany off his mind. He looks at Tiffany and shoots her a dirty look before lifting Botti up. He slings Botti into the side of the cage and Botti comes back flying off onto the ground like a ping-pong. Wrec picks Botti up and repeats the same thing three or four times. After another few minutes of rest, he goes back into the cage and goes under the ring.]

[SWF! SWF! SWF!]

Larry Dots: The fans are going nuts as Wrec pulls out a... ladder?

Jimmy Peckman: I think I know what's he going to do with that! SO COOL!!!!!!!

[Wrec makes his way to the outside and sets the 15 foot ladder up by the side of the cage. He then forces the knocked out Botti up the ladder and then follows himself. In a daredevil move, he staggers on top of the ladder with Botti.]

[SUPLEX OFF THE LADDER AND ONTO THE TOP OF THE CELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Larry Dots: What a way to get both, himself and Botti, onto that cage!

Jimmy Peckman: This match is every thing we thought it was going to be.... and then some!

[Wrec sets up at the edge of the cell with a smile on his face and a hand on his back. He rolls backwards and then stands up at the middle of the cell. He picks Botti up but in a surprise, Botti fights back and low blows Wrec. Wrec drops onto the cage and Botti realizes he has no time for rest. He picks up the stunned and surprised Wrec.]

[OFF THE CAGE AND ONTO THE LADDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Larry Dots: I can't believe my eyes! Botti was able to get the strength up... And launch Hannibal off the cage and Hannibal landed on the top of the ladder and the ladder is still standing! Wrec is laying up on top of that ladder!

Jimmy Peckman: How nuts is this!

[Botti drops down onto the cage and gains some rest.]

[SWF! SWF! SWF!]

Larry Dots: Listen to this crowd!

Jimmy Peckman: Botti is getting up to his feet and slowly climbing down the cage. He's going back into the cage and under the ring. Oh no.... He's pulling out gasoline and matches. WHY DO THEY PUT THIS CRAP UNDER THERE?

Larry Dots: So matches like this can get as hardcore as it possibly can!

[Botti walks out of the cage and sets down the gasoline and matches. He pushes the ladder over, and the ladder folds in mid-air, and Hannibal's stomach comes landing down onto the ladder and he shouts out in pain. Botti smiles as he picks up the gasoline and throws it all over Hannibal. He opens the box of matches and pulls out a long match.]

[WHACK!!!!!!!!!]

Jimmy Peckman: Where the heck is Tiffany getting these chairs?

Larry Dots: From under the ring, but that's besides the point. She just whacked Botti with that steel chair, saving Wrec from a blazing fire, and knocking Botti out at the same time.

[Tiffany runs to the opposite end as she watches Wrec roll off the ladder and hold onto his stomach. The fans chant SWF as Botti begins to get up and shake the whacking of a steel chair off. He walks very slowly over to Tiffany and grabs Tiffany. He begins to shout threats at Tiffany.]

[DDT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Larry Dots: How sick! He just DDT the girl of Wrec Hannibal, Tiffany! I know she's putting herself in a place she shouldn't be, but come on, this isn't right!

Jimmy Peckman: Wrec is getting up now, and matter what Tiffany has done to him, you know he's going to be peed off once he fines out what Botti has done.

[Wrec lifts himself up and looks around to see Botti lifting up a hurt Tiffany. Wrec's eyes burn with anger. He picks up the can of gasoline and walks up behind the unsuspecting Botti.]

[WHACK!!!!]

Larry Dots: Weird... but it worked. Hannibal just whacked Botti with that metal can of gasoline and Botti dropped.

Jimmy Peckman: Tiffany holds her head, as Wrec makes sure she is all right. And now he is taking his anger out on Botti with hard kicks and punches. He's like a wildman as he attacks Botti with whatever comes to his mind.

[Wrec lifts Botti up and slings him into the barricade. Botti yells out, as his back is full of pain. Wrec then picks Botti up and drops Botti's throat onto the barricade. Botti begins to cough up blood after the throat drop, and that's much to the pleasure of Wrec. Wrec then begins to climb the cell and gains rest, as he watches from on high the struggling Calvin Botti.]

Larry Dots: This match is getting too sick to watch.

Jimmy Peckman: Not for me. I'm thinking about ordering popcorn.

[Botti lifts himself up and drops to the ground as the blood continues to rush out of his mouth.]

Larry Dots: I think this match might be over now... EMT's are coming out. Botti's in serious condition here.

Jimmy Peckman: Dangit it all to hades!!!

[EMT's hover over Calvin Botti as a stretcher is coming out, and Botti has lost all consciousness from all the blood he has lost. Wrec looks on high with a mad look and begins to climb down the cell. He joins the huddle of EMT's and all of a sudden bursts out against the EMT's. He begins punching and throwing the EMT's. He throws one into the cage and it busts the EMT open. The EMT's yell at Wrec as Wrec picks up the knocked out Botti. He throws Botti into the cage and begins to force climb Botti up the cage which is taking a long time. Wrec finally gets Botti up at the edge of the cells and pushes Botti up to the top. Wrec then gets on the cell himself. Wrec carry's Botti in the middle and hits him with a suplex that causes a dent in the middle of the cell. Wrec stands up with all the blood on his face dried and a smirk a mile wide.]

Larry Dots: This is sick! The EMT's can't do anything about it. And Wrec is picking Botti back up. Come on Wrec, this is enough!

Jimmy Peckman: I have to agree with you.... Botti is in serious condition...... this match needs to end, but not this way.

[Agony Of Defeat THROUGH THE CELL AND THROUGH THE RING!!!!!!]

Larry Dots: Botti might be dead! That move just sent him through the cell and when he landed, the ring collapsed and the EMT's are too scared to go in there.

Jimmy Peckman: Wrec is now climbing down the cell. His feet touch the ground and he's entering the cell through the hole on the right side. Man, I hope he is going to end this. Just pin the man.....

[Wrec lifts Botti out of the hole in the ring.]

[AGONY OF DEFEAT!!!!!!!!!!]

Larry Dots: The fans are booing as he hits Botti with the second Agony of Defeat.

[Wrec goes for the pin.]

1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Larry Dots: Finally, this is going to end!

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

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

[Ding, Ding, Ding]

Larry Dots: This massacre is over! Now, Wrec is allowing the EMT's to come in and drag off the..... probably dead body..... of Calvin Botti. And look at him smile as they lift Calvin Botti up on a stretcher and carry him out.

Jimmy Peckman: Wrec is kinda twisted Larry.....

Larry Dots: Kinda? Our first world champion is as sick as they come! This is a tragedy!!!! And I have to say, I hope Calvin Botti is alright.

Jimmy Peckman: Not what Wrec is thinking as he is smiling at the whole sight of it.

Larry Dots: TUNE IN NEXT WEEK TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS ON WARPATH, GOODNIGHT EVERYBODY!!!




Larry Dots: "Unfortunately Wrec Hannibal was the first and worst SWF Heavyweight champion but it was a helluva match both wrestlers gave it their all that night but Calvin Botti didn't come up the victor."

Jimmy Peckman: "Calvin Botti also disappeared from the SWF and the wrestling world after that match and hasn't been seen or heard from since."

Larry Dots: "Well he did show up with his cousin Ken Cassidy and Vinny Mara at the BWA pay-per-view Stars and Stripes to celebrate Ken Cassidy's only win over "The Wizard" Bryan Smith."




Match Nine - January 21st 2004 Wednesday Night Warpath Triple Threat Ladder Match Maniac Vs. Shane Anderson Vs. "Ruthless" Wally Renfield.




Jimmy Peckman: "This is the match without a doubt in my mind that made Wally Renfield's career launch in 2004. He became an SWF icon and dominated nearly every SWF superstar there was to offer."

Larry Dots: "Yes but then Dan Easton's career took a boost when he won the Sadistic title tournament and ended Wally Renfield's Heavyweight title reign."




Peckman: I am trying to give those who may have never seen a ladder match some insight into what they are going to see, Larry. This is not your typical match and should produce a match of the year candidate for sure here in the SWF! This match will be brutal and no doubt the best of the night!

Dots: If you keep talking they won't get to see it, no matter how good it is! Let's just take it down to Zorana Blair for the entrances of these guys, Zorana?

Blair: This match is a ladder match for the vacant SWF International championship; there is no time limit and no rules, basically. The winner of the match is declared when a competitor climbs to the top of the ladder and grabs the SWF International title, unhooking it from its place.

Dots: She is as long-winded as you?

Peckman: Be quiet, Larry!

Blair: The first participant in this match, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds and hailing from Lexington, Kentucky The MANIAC!!!

[Arena fades to darkness as the music hits. "Meaning of Life" by Disturbed begins to blast over the p.a. system. Blue lights begin to pan over the crowd and the ring.]

"I WANNA GET PSYCHO!!!" BOOM!!!!

[Bursts of blue pyro stream over the entrance ramp. Out through the curtains storms Maniac. He stops at the beginning of the entranceway. He looks to his left, and then to his right.]

"I WANNA GET PSYCHO!!!"

[Maniac jumps in the air and comes down screaming while thrusting his arms out to the side. He walks down the ring with intensity. He jumps up on the apron and steps in the ring through the second rope. He makes his way to the corner turnbuckle and rises to the top. He overlooks the crowd, throws his hands up in the air, and the crowd cheers and jeers. He steps down from the turnbuckle and makes his way to the center of the ring. He faces the camera, raises his hands to the sky, and then thrusts them out to his side. The music continues to play until it fades out as Maniac stands facing the entrance ramp, looking for his opponent. He then starts to roam the ring, but never taking his eye off of the entrance ramp.]

Peckman: There is the Maniac, not much you can say about him otherwise and no much to dispute with the naming of this beast.

Dots: Watch out, James. He could be the next SWF International champion, however highly unlikely, but he could.

Peckman: (frustrated by his partner) I see more bars in his future and a round, padded room NOT a championship title reign here tonight and DON?T call me James!

Dots: (laughs at his partner) Well believe what you like then?

Blair: And his opponent from Detroit, Michigan and weighing in at two hundred and eleven pounds "RUTHLESS" WALLY RENFIELD!!!

["Welcome to My Nightmare" by Alice Cooper blares over the arena as Wally Renfield walks out from behind the curtain. He stands in the entryway for a second, surveying the crowd, but then starts walking to the ring. He appears to be "in the zone" and unaffected by any of the people at the sides of him.]

Peckman: He looks very focused and doesn't appear to be effected by anything on his way to the ring.

Dots: That is the kinda guy who wins championships in the wrestling industry?

Peckman: Indeed.

[He stares straight ahead at the ring and his opponent in the ring. He comes to the ring apron and looks at either side of the ring for the ladders before looking up at the SWF International title hanging above the ring. He smiles and then slides into the ring, moving to the opposite side of the ring and leaning on the turnbuckle in the corner. Maniac continues to roam the ring, but is wary of the corner in which Renfield is on. They both appear focused on the entrance ramp for their other opponent.]

Peckman: Well, either of those two men could get the job done?

Dots: Of course they could!

Peckman: BUT, they are going to have to get through the next guy to snag that gold belt hanging above the ring. And I think he is moments away from making his way to the ring.

Blair: And finally, coming to the ring at this time from Buffalo, New York and weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds, he is a former WWA World Cruiserweight champion he has been known by "The Outcast", "The Anti-Establishment", and "The Fallen Star" he is SHANE ANDERSON!!!

["Break Stuff" by Limp Bizkit starts to play over the arena as it goes dark and a spotlight goes to the curtain. Finally a figure, obviously Shane Anderson, emerges and stands on the top of the entranceway. He looks around at the audience and smiles; the audience cheers the former WWA World Cruiserweight champion as he stands there basking in the glory. He then starts to walk to the ring, slapping the hands of fans along the way, but continually looking at his opponents in the ring.]

Peckman: And there he is, he may be called "the Fallen Star" but it is obvious that his superstar power with the fans hasn't fallen since he has been gone.

Dots: I wonder if he will resurrect the name after being pushed off the ladder and going to the floor like a falling star?

Peckman: Yeah, well, time will tell on that one. And I know fans that I try to be biased on most occasions and not pick a superstar to win over another, but I think this man can do it and could be one of the top stars here in the SWF! As well as giving us a good name around the WWA to all the other promotions there!

Dots: So he is your pick to win, eh?

Peckman: I am not picking a guy like you normally do, I was just saying he would make a great champion for us here in the SWF.

[He continues to walk to the ring and walks around to the steel ring steps, climbing them and getting on the apron to the ring. He wipes his feet on the apron and steps between the ropes and to the inside of the ring. He looks over his competitors and then looks up to the belt hanging in the air. The ref looks at all three men and then signals to the timekeeper to start the contest.]

[Ding, ding, ding!]

Peckman: And this one looks to be off, a three-way of epic proportions, one man will walk out with the SWF International title while the other two just walk out!

Dots: Thank you, Mr. Obvious!

Peckman: Oh shut up!

[The three men look at each other, eyeing each other up, until the Maniac runs full force at Shane Anderson. He sidesteps him and tosses him out over the top rope, sending the Maniac crashing to the floor, but giving Renfield a chance to attack Anderson from behind. He hits him with a forearm to the back of the head and continues to work him over with punches until the Maniac slides into the ring. Renfield slides out and stands on the outside, holding his hands up like he wants no part of the Maniac. The Maniac then mounts Anderson, punishing him for his earlier action with lefts and rights, with Anderson trying to block the shots. Renfield grabs one of the rings from the outside and slides it into the ring behind the backs of his opponents. He sets it up quietly and goes to start climbing it, Anderson yells for the Maniac to look behind him and he does, seeing Renfield climbing. He gets off Anderson and goes behind Renfield, grabbing him for behind and yanking him down.]

Peckman: Lots of action in the early minutes and not enough to describe it other than brutal!

Dots: I agree, Renfield looks to be the only smart one in that ring tonight though.

Peckman: He almost had a win there, if Anderson hadn't seen him and got Maniac to look behind him.

[Renfield goes crashing to the mat, feeling the effects of hitting the mat hard. He is slow in getting up, but Anderson comes from behind Maniac, locking him in a dragon sleeper/reverse DDT position before suddenly spinning out into an elbow drop across the neck.]

Peckman: He hit the Outcast Cutter there and Maniac looks to be in some pain, holding his throat.

Dots: Yeah, but that idiot will never win anyway! Look at poor Renfield; his back is hurting after that idiot threw him off the ladder.

[Anderson, seeing the ladder still standing, goes to climb it. As he gets about midway up, Renfield comes up behind and hit's a low blow on Anderson, stopping his progression up the ladder. He then moves underneath him and walks him out into a seated powerbomb. Anderson begins rolling on the ground in pain, but as Renfield seems satisfied with what he has done, the Maniac starts to get up.]

Peckman: Well Anderson thought he had the advantage, but Renfield showed him otherwise.

Dots: And your guy may be down and out for this match after that power bomb?

Peckman: I think it was the low blow that did him in, but the power bomb served its purpose too and he is NOT my guy, I am not biased like you are!

Dots: Whatever. Maniac is stirring now though, but Renfield is climbing the ladder a bit.

[Renfield starts climbing the ladder only to have the Maniac move underneath him and put him in a fireman's carry position. He then hits a DVD on Renfield, just barely missing the prone body of Shane Anderson. The ladder stays standing, despite all of the events to make it topple and Maniac sees it standing from his position. Maniac gets up, and walks over to the ladder. He grabs it, and folds it up.]

Peckman: And Maniac apparently has plans for that ladder and I don't think this will bode well for anyone here, particularly Renfield as they have had a pretty intense few meetings.

Dots: Which Renfield has outsmarted and beaten the Maniac!

Peckman: Right. Would you care to shill anymore for this guy or can you at least try and be unbiased?

Dots: I am ALWAYS unbiased!

Peckman: Uh-huh.

[He places the ladder in the corner turnbuckle. He walks over to "Ruthless" Wally Renfield, and throws him into the corner against the ladder. His back smacks on the ladder and makes a shotgun like sound, echoing throughout the arena. Maniac gets down in a football type position near the opposite turnbuckle. He runs towards Renfield, and delivers a HUGE spear. Renfield, driven into the ladder, falls down lifelessly. Maniac arises above Renfield, and motions for a Code Red to the audience. Maniac pulls Renfield up by the hair, and puts him into a fireman's carry. From there, Renfield is swung around, and his chin is dropped on Maniac's shoulder in a TKO-type maneuver.]

Peckman: Renfield has just been given a Code Red by the Maniac!

Dots: Oh no! He could be out after that one, I don't think I can watch the rest of this match!

Peckman: Oh come on, be a journalist for goodness sake!

Dots: I am and I may be the only one with integrity up here anyway!

[Maniac stands up, gloating over the destruction of his enemy, but fails to see Anderson standing behind him now. He turns around and gets kicked in the gut, Anderson then hooks the head and delivers a very dangerous looking Even flow DDT to the Maniac.]

Peckman: What a vicious DDT on the Maniac! He may not be getting up after that one either. This may just be Anderson's night to become a champion again!

Dots: He can't win, he can't! I just changed my bet to the Maniac, I mean; I thought the Maniac had it there!

Peckman: And the truth shall set you free?

[Anderson then looks over to the corner and sees the ladder. He goes over and grabs it, rolling Renfield over towards the ropes and laying the ladder down on its side in the middle of the ring. Anderson then grabs the Maniac and hoists him up into a fireman's carry, he then lifts him off of his shoulders slamming him back first on the ladder. Maniac rolls off the ladder and to the outside, gripping his back in pain.]

Crowd: Holy Sh*t! Holy Sh*t! Holy Sh*t! Holy Sh*t! Holy Sh*t! Holy Sh*t!

Peckman: That was Anderson's "Outcast 2K4", one of his signature maneuvers and he may have just broken the back of the Maniac! Oh my Gawd!

Dots: And the crowd may have it right after THAT one! Especially explaining Maniac's sudden bowel evacuation?

Peckman: My Gawd! That was terrible and Maniac will be lucky to stand after this contest, let alone walk out!

Dots: And Anderson may now have a GREAT opportunity to win! He was my pick all along!

[Anderson picks the ladder back up and sets it up in the middle of the ring, he starts to climb it, but Renfield gets up as Anderson is touching the belt and pushes the ladder over with as much strength as he can muster. Anderson flies to the outside and hit's the concrete HARD as Renfield hit's the mat hard as well.]

Crowd: Holy Sh*t! Holy Sh*t! Holy Sh*t! Holy Sh*t! Holy Sh*t! Holy Sh*t!

Peckman: He may be dead after that display! Anderson may not be winning this as originally thought?

Dots: Not again, I need to start keeping my bookie's number on speed dial! But James, he really is a falling star!

Peckman: That is NOT funny and all I can say is to say what you will but this has been hell for the competitor and a HELL of a match for the viewers seeing it!

Dots: This match is headed into the record books for sure and maybe even as the match of the year! It is the match of the year so far at least!

[Renfield gets up off the mat and starts to set up the ladder once again. He goes to start climbing it, albeit slowly, and Maniac rolls into the ring, still clutching at his back. He begins to climb the other side of the ladder and both competitors keep looking skyward and climbing slowly to the top.]

Peckman: Well, both men are obviously hurt and exhausted from the sheer brutality that has been dished out in this match here!

Dots: Whoever wins this will be lucky just to survive and live through all this.

Peckman: Yeah, and maybe even able to walk out and clutch the belt. They may not know where they are or be conscious, but someone will have to be lucky to win this match.

[The finally reach the top and see each other, neither wants to give the other an advantage and so they start slugging it out on the top of the ladder. Flurries of lefts and rights are sent from both sides of the ladder. Finally the Maniac hits Renfield and he looks like he can barely hold on, but Renfield winds up and slugs the Maniac causing him to be dizzy and slide down a rung on the ladder.]

Peckman: Neither of these men are giving an inch and both can't be that high for that long, something has got to give here.

Dots: Hopefully it will be Maniac's arms?

Peckman: And Renfield is doing something strange here, he is climbing over to the other side of the ladder.

[Renfield sits on the top and locks a head lock on the Maniac, he then leaps off taking the Maniac with him and hits a DEVASTATING bulldog off the top of the ladder, bringing the ladder down with them. Both men fall to the ground and lay there, spent with neither having the energy to get to his feet, but Anderson still remains down on the outside and unable to capitalize on the situation.]

Crowd: Holy Sh*t! Holy Sh*t! Holy Sh*t! Holy Sh*t! Holy Sh*t! Holy Sh*t!

Peckman: And now all three men are down! None of them look to be moving, but Anderson looks to be moving the least and the ref looks REALLY concerned for him?

Dots: If he is THAT concerned, he should have Anderson removed from the match by EMTs?

Peckman: I don't think he wants to cause any of these competitors to lose on his account and THAT is good officiating!

[Anderson starts to stir a bit on the outside, but doesn't seem to be making any big movements. His face is awash in blood from the fall he took earlier. He lifts his head, but then it drops back down to the ground. Both of the competitors on the inside are now starting to move a bit though.]

Peckman: Well Anderson is lacking the energy to do anything and may be out of the contest regardless of whether the referee calls for the EMTs or not!

Dots: So remove him and let the other two face off! This is too exciting to have the crowd worried about a, now crippled, and former WWA champion.

Peckman: (sarcastically) Your compassion never dies, does it?
Dots: Well, in a match like this, who needs compassion James?

Peckman: Stop calling me that RIGHT NOW and focus on the match, these men could be internally bleeding for all we know!

Dots: But it shows the price you sometimes have to pay to be a champion, especially here!

Peckman: Good point, but it looks like the men in the ring are moving a bit at least.

[Renfield and Maniac start to move a bit and both use the ropes to get to their feet, but Renfield falls down after pulling himself to his feet. The Maniac uses this opportunity to grab the ladder and set it up, Anderson finally gets to his knees on the outside and Renfield steadies himself to his feet using the ropes.]

Peckman: These men are giving it their all here tonight for this crowd tonight and the crowd has been showing their approval for this match and these men!

Dots: Even YOU have to respect them Jimmy Boy!

Peckman: What do you mean? Even me?? I do respect these men and every single man on this roster; I should say that even YOU should be respecting them tonight!

Dots: Oh they have definitely earned it from me!

[Maniac starts climbing, slowly, due to everything that has gone on in the match, and Renfield gets to the ladder doing the same. At this time, Anderson starts crawling and gets to the apron, pulling himself to his feet and crawling in the ring under the bottom rope. Maniac and Renfield finally get to the top and see each other once again. They throw punches at each other from the top, but are so tired and brutalized by everything that has happened to them, they are slow and ineffective. Anderson crawls to the foot of the ladder and sees both men on top and his chance to shine.]

Peckman: Anderson has finally made his way into the ring and could pretty much take his time and get to the top, if he can get the ladder over with these two men on it!

Dots: I thought he was dead, but he could very well be the champ tonight if he does that!

Peckman: Didn't I just say that?

Dots: No, I did.

[Renfield grabs a hold of the title belt and, steadying himself with it, uses the hold to nail more effective punches on the Maniac. He dizzies the Maniac and goes to undo the belt, when Anderson tips the ladder. Anderson uses all the last of his strength and pushes it over, sending the ladder crashing to the ground and the Maniac to the outside. The Maniac starts gushing blood out of his head when he hits the floor, he lays there just like Anderson is doing in the ring, but Renfield is still hanging on to the belt in the air.]

Peckman: And Renfield, Renfield could be the champ if he just undoes the strap on that belt! For all Anderson thought he did, he didn't count on Renfield having a hold of the belt!

Dots: And all he has to do is undo it! Anderson is out on the mat and Maniac is out on the floor! There is no one there to stop him but a slippery or weak grip and gravity!

Peckman: Indeed Larry, indeed!

[Renfield grips hard on the belt and swings his other arm up, he almost rip the strap bringing it down and falls to the mat, just missing the body of Shane Anderson. He lays on the mat and the referee calls for the bell, as well as EMTs from the back to help all three men.]

Peckman: And Renfield has done it! In a hard fought match, he was the victor! He beat his enemy and a former WWA World Cruiserweight champion all in the process of becoming the SWF's International champion! What a night and what a match!

Dots: You know, you said it all and for probably the first time, I am speechless at the action in the ring and the ending?

Peckman: There you go, Larry is speechless and these two men put on nothing less than a match of the year candidate! Not just for the SWF, but also maybe for the WWA!

Blair: Your winner of the match and NEW SWF INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION! "RUTHLESS" WALLY REEENNNNFFIIEEEELLLDD!!!




Match Eight - April 14th 2004 Wednesday Night Warpath Deke Rivers Vs. Dark Wolf for the WWA Double Crown championship.




Larry Dots: "This night was a memorable night for everybody in the Sadistic Wrestling Federation... It was the night when the SWF won its first WfWA championship thanks to one of the greatest and most sadistic wrestlers the SWF has to offer... "The Black Lamb" Deke Rivers"

Jimmy Peckman: "That was a huge party that weekend wasn't Larry?"

Larry Dots: "Man Tai Haven tossed the biggest party the SWF has ever seen and it was a special night for all of us."




(The lights drop low, and flashing green lights circle through the arena, slowly exposing the poor faces of the SWF fans.)

Lately I've been wandering Off the narrow path You have given me so many things that I've never had And all in all I know it's you that always pulls me through If you reach deep inside you'll see my heart is true

(The lights come in a second, and the green lights fall off into a black hole somewhere. The face of Deke Rivers is shown as he stands on the top of the ramp way and soaks in the boos from the crowd. )

Cause I hate the way I feel tonight And I know I need you in my life Yes I hate the way I feel inside And I promise to make the sacrifice

(Deke Rivers slowly walks down the ramp way while his eyes are fixed on his opponent in the ring, and never lets that fix go. A voice settles under the song, "Come on." Deke stops at the edge of the ring with the fixed stare, and begins to smirk.)

The world I know is pulling me more and more each day I feel like the odd man out as I begin to pray Spiteful eyes are watching me With everything I do In the midst of darkness Lord My spirit calls for you
Deke walks up the ring steps and across the apron. He slowly steps through the ropes. You know sometimes deep inside (I feel like this)

(The lights fade to black in the house as two floodlights bathe the entrance in a midnight blue light. Smoke billows out of machines on either side of the entranceway causing a midnight blue fog to wind its way down to the ring. The sound of an animal panting can be heard over the PA system. A bloodcurdling howl echoes across the walls of the arena and a silhouette figure emerges in the cloud. Dark Wolf, clad in a trench coat slowly stalks toward the ring as Godsmack's "Realign" fills as background music to the fading sounds of the howling wolf and an unbelievable ovation from the crowd. The video wall shows clips of a wolf racing through the woods and howling at a full moon mixed with video clips of past wrestling matches.)

Decisions made from desperation
No way to go
Internal instincts craving isolation
For me to grow

(Dark Wolf slowly approaches the ring wearing the WWA Double Crown Title and EWC Heavyweight Title over his shoulders.)

Jimmy: There he is, the Predator of the Alliance, Dark Wolf. This is his first time in a Warpath ring.

My fears come alive
In this place where I once died
Demons dreaming
Knowing i...i just needed to realign

Zorana: And the Champion, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania currently wrestling in English Wrestling Champion… The EWC Heavyweight and WWA Double Crown Title Holder, he is "The Predator"… DARK WOLF!!!

Fell in a river of illusion
And apathy
Drowning in a self-induced confusion
I'd rather be

(Dark Wolf climbs the apron and steps over the top rope. He walks into the pale yellow spotlight in the corner, and howls to the rafters eliciting a mixed reaction from the crowd.)

My fears come alive
In this place where I once died
Demons dreaming
Knowing i...i just needed to realign

(The lights return to normal and Dark Wolf stares down his opponent...)

Larry: Well looks like we are starting off fast.

Jimmy: I note the sarcasm.

(Dark Wolf and The Black Lamb circle each other eyeing each other up. They lock up and the bigger Dark Wolf tosses Deke into the ropes with an Irish whip. Dark Wolf goes into the ropes and takes Deke down with a stiff running shoulder block.)

Larry: Wolf off the ropes again and a hop over Deke.

Jimmy: Deke to his feet and lays out the returning Dark Wolf with a vicious lariat!

(Deke stomps on Dark Wolf a bit before pulling him to his feet. Dark Wolf nails an elbow to the gut of Rivers and goes into a side headlock.)

Larry: Dark Wolf with the…

Jimmy: Back Drop from The Black Lamb counters out of it!

One!

Larry: Kick out from the champ!

Jimmy: Deke waiting on Dark Wolf to rise, Dark Wolf is up and him and Deke are trading punches.

Larry: Kick to the gut from Deke followed by a vicious snap suplex to take the bigger Dark Wolf over.

Jimmy: That's not all; Deke floats over and is laying a series of vicious punches into the head of the Champ.

Larry: Deke isn't done he pulls Dark Wolf up and whips him into the ropes.

Jimmy: Big miss on the lariat!

Larry: Dark Wolf comes back and they both go down!

Jimmy: Huge double lariat!

One!

Larry: The ref is starting the standing ten count.

Two!

Three!

Jimmy: The Black Lamb is starting to stir!

Four!

Larry: The Champ is using the ropes now.

Jimmy: And he's up!

Larry: These two are sizing each other up in the ring.

(Deke throws a punch a Dark Wolf who dodges it. The two men lock up and Dark Wolf forces Rivers into the corner. Dark Wolf blocks another punch before driving some vicious elbows into the face of Deke.)

Jimmy: The ref is trying to get in there, but he is powerless to stop this. It is a hardcore match.

(Dark Wolf shoves the ref away before measuring up Deke Rivers and hitting him with a hard right hand square in the chin.)

Larry: He can't treat The Black lamb like that!

Jimmy: The Black Lamb… how about the ref.

Larry: He doesn't count.

(Dark Wolf slides to the outside and grabs a chair. He slides it into the ring and climbs in after it. The SWF crowd is booing the Double Crown champ.)

Jimmy: A lot of support tonight from the SWF crowd for Deke Rivers.

(Dark Wolf holds the chair and us waiting for Deke to stand.)

Larry: The Champ takes a swing!

Jimmy: Deke ducks! Deke Ducks!

Larry: Kick to the gut from Rivers forces Dark Wolf to drop the chair. Deke looks to be going for a driving DDT.

One!

Two!

Larry: Deke kicks out! What a reversal from Dark Wolf, he was almost implanted into the steel chair.

Jimmy: What a counter? How bout what a kick out from Deke Rivers!

Larry: Always trying to steal the thunder from the non-SWFers, huh?

Jimmy: Dark Wolf and Rivers are both on their feet.

Larry: Ouch! Brutal Lariat from The Black Lamb takes both men to the outside.

Jimmy: Deke managed to land on his feet though.

Larry: The action is spilling to the outside.

(A groggy Dark Wolf hoists himself up using the ring post. Deke Rivers pulls a wrench out from underneath the ring.)

Jimmy: Rivers has some bad intent here…

(Deke Rivers charges in with the wrench swinging for Wolf's head. Dark Wolf ducks and Deke connects with the ring post. The pain from the shock causes Deke to drop the wrench and double over. Dark Wolf brings him to the floor with a knee smash to the face.)

Larry: Looks like Dark Wolf is setting up something now.

(Dark Wolf grabs the legs of Rivers, lining him up with the post. Wolf falls back and slingshots Deke face first into the post. Deke falls and bounces off of the steel steps.)

Jimmy: That's going to leave a mark.

(Dark Wolf rolls Deke into the ring and goes for the cover.)

One!

Two!

Jimmy: He can't get it Deke isn't done yet.

(Dark Wolf pulls Deke up slowly but gets a low blow for the trouble. Deke bodyslams Wolf down and raises his hands before going over to the corner. Deke looks and runs out of the corner and hits Wolf in the head with a knee drop. Deke begins to go to work on Wolf's head some more with the same maneuver.)

Jimmy: He is finding love with Wolf's head. A very good strategy here by Deke to weaken Wolf in the head, to throw him off his mental game.

Larry: Yeah cause it's hard to think when your leaking gray matter.

Larry: Dark Wolf looks spent here. Deke is going in for the kill. Deke slowly lifts Dark Wolf up to his knees and taunts to the crowd.

Jimmy: We may see the Philosophy Maker here crown a new Double Crown Champion

(Deke lifts Dark Wolf up into a body press. Wolf shakes himself free and drops behind Deke Rivers. Dark Wolf hooks his hands behind Deke's neck and pops his hips.)

Larry: Good God, a Full Nelson Suplex that just dropped Rivers on his head!

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(Dark Wolf pulls The Black Lamb up and tosses him into the corner. Dark Wolf backs up and goes for an avalanche but misses as Deke moves. Deke begins to chop away on Wolf with hard chops till Wolf comes stumbling out. Deke grabs the stumbling Wolf and snap suplexes him which causes Wolf to yell out in pain.)

Jimmy: Deke looks solid right now.

(Deke picks Wolf up and drops him with a haymaker.)

Larry: Come on Deke!

(The crowd chants for Rivers as Deke sets Dark Wolf up for a crucifix powerbomb.)

Jimmy: This move is one of Wolf's specialties, but now it is being used against him.

(Dark Wolf wriggles free and slides down Deke's back. Wolf curls his arm around Deke's neck, and before he is aware of what is happening Dark Wolf falls backwards.)

Larry: That was sickening. It looked to be a reverse Russian leg sweep into a face plant DDT!

Jimmy: Again the champ plants Rivers hard into the mat. Dark Wolf covers!

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Larry: Rope break!

(The Black Lamb pulls Dark Wolf up and unleashes with an echoeing chop to the chest, Dark Wolf steps back and unleashes one of his own on Deke. Deke and Wolf begin a chopping war with both the men's chest being on fire. Finally, Wolf gets the advantage and backs Deke in the corner. The ref seperates the two but as soon as the ref steps out, Wolf hits Deke with a stomp to the mid-section. He grabs Deke and brings him out of the corner.)

Larry: This is going to hurt!

(A major suplex on Deke and Wolf goes for the quick pin.)

One!

Jimmy: Kick out!

Larry: Impressive kick out!

Jimmy: Wait what's going on at ringside?

Larry: It's Smith! That's what it is…

Jimmy: What the hell is he doing?

Larry: Seems like he's enjoying the match from his seat.

(Dark Wolf pulls Deke up and tosses him into the corner. He mounts ands starts to punch Deke to the count of the crowd.)

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Four!

CRASH!

Larry: Sit out powerbomb from Deke!
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Larry: Wizard is smiling at that.

(Deke tosses Wolf into the ropes and takes him over with a back body drop. Deke picks up the steel chair and waits for Dark Wolf to rise.)

SMACK!

Larry: Deke takes Wolf down hard with that massive chair shot!
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Larry: Deke is looking for a powerbomb…

Jimmy: Low Blow from Dark Wolf he follows with a quick DDT onto the steel.

Larry: Wolf's not done, the champ is opening the chair and setting it up in the middle.

Jimmy: He's calling for it this is going…

(Huge Crowd Pop as The Wizard hops over the guard rail. He grabs a steel chair on the outside. Dark Wolf runs over and starts yelling at Smith on the outside as Deke Rivers is rising to his feet.)

Jimmy: Dark Wolf and Smith are having words.

Larry: The Black Lamb is behind Dark Wolf, he spins him and kick to the gut!
CRUNCH!

Jimmy: OH MY LORD!

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Zorana Blair: AND THE NEW WWA DOUBLE CROWN CHAMPION…….. "THE BLACK LAMB" DEKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE RIIIIIIIIIVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!

Larry: Cradle Suplex Driver into the opened steel chair! We have a new Double Crown Champion!

Jimmy Peckman: WHAT A GLORIOUS NIGHT FOR THE SWF!!!!!

(The crowd is going wild as Deke holds his hands up into the air. Smith slides into the ring and stares at Deke.)

CRACK!

Larry: Smith with a quick DDT has just sacrificed the Black Lamb into that steel chair.

Jimmy: Smith is laying the boots into the downed Dark Wolf.

Larry: Steel Frog Splash from Wizard on the downed Dark Wolf! What a painful move.

(The camera focuses on Wizard as he gets up slowly, he lays some boots into both Deke and Wolf as you can hear him yelling .)

The Wizard: "ENJOY THAT BELT DEKE, DARK WOLF… YOU JUST WAIT UNTIL I GET YOU IN A MATCH!!!

[Security and cops run down to the ring, and pull "The Wizard" Bryan Smith out of the ring and place him in handcuffs.]

Jimmy Peckman: Deke Rivers did it! But "The Wizard" Bryan Smith got his revenge on Dark Wolf, and attacked the new champion!




Match Seven - February 11th 2004, "The Living Legend" Chris Saint Vs. Ulfric for the WWA World championship.




Jimmy Peckman: "This match featuring Chris Saint and Ulfric for the WWA World title was probably one of the best matches either man has been in. It was one of the closest matches I have ever seen in my entire life and I will never forget it."

Larry Dots: "It was a disappointing night watching Ulfric walk out still the WWA World champion but it boosted Chris Saints career in the SWF and he still reigns high."

Jimmy Peckman: "Chris Saint is the first two-time SWF Heavyweight champion and in all of our hearts the true first SWF Heavyweight."




Jimmy Peckman: No clue, but it better be somebody that's a damn good wrestler if hes getting that upset over it. But now ladies and gentleman, it is time for the main event!

Ring Announcer: "Introducing first, the Challenger..."

[The crowd roars, in anticipation of the man deemed worthy to take on the World Champion...]

Ring Announcer: "...weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada..."

[The roar climbs, to a deafening level...]

Ring Announcer: "...CHRIS SAINT!!!"

[Massive pop, for one of Sadistic Wrestling's finest...]

[The lights dim.]

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

[FLASH]

CHRIS SAINT

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

I - opened up shop at 13
Dimes, dubs, quarter sacks and O-Z's
From hand-held, digital to triple-beam
Now my pa-ger's an e-mail flip screen
Expanded my game off into amphetamines
Looked around and had a small wall green
But tha word out on tha street is that u fucked wit my fiends
Them niggas around tha corner then let tha thing beam
Now they done let it burn out, phone a ching ching
Just another - hustle to add to my schemes
Just another piece of the puzzle to my dreams
cuz the house, the cars, and the coffee take green
I might ride tha range wit tha Roley on the rocks
or push a candy colored cutless wit a matchin T-shirt
When the - spot get hot don't stop, move shop
Find another block restock and take it from the top now

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

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

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

So you think you're the shit nigga YA smell me
Shouts out to my nigga NORE
I'll never take another man's glory
Shit don't mix like Shaq and Kobe
Now you know me, I be low key
On these icey roleys Scob done showed me
And hoes ignored me, now they blow me
Them niggas that loaned me now they owe me
Oh me Oh my I can see tha greed and tha envy in yo eyes
Now call me a lie
While you five stand by I stand by tha captain
Hoe play now did somebody page Samson
I stay cheefin' higha than a hooker on the weekends
Seven days a weekend man, I walk in yo church reekin
Now Lester called me a heathen old fish eyed fool
Bitch had the nerve to repeat old fish eyed fool

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

Larry Dots: "The crowd is in love with Chris Saint tonight!"

Jimmy Peckman: "Careful, Larry... It's not Chris Saint - it's merely Saint!"

Ring Announcer: "...And his opponent, you World Wrestling Alliance World Champion..."

[Smoke begins to pour down the entrance ramp as the heavy guitar laden opening riff of "Time does not heal" by Dark Angel blares from the house PA system. The lights dim, and as a blue glow emenates from somewhere deep inside the tunnel. For a moment the haunting cords give way to equally chilling words.]

Ring Announcer: "...weighing in at two hundred and sixty-five pounds... ULFRIC!!!"

"It's always darkest before it goes completely black
I'm older now so I should know, you can never look back
But the scars of childhood memories dominate my head
The inner pain I've vowed to keep until the day I?m dead"

Larry Dots: "The Champion is here!"

Jimmy Peckman: "ULFRIC is IN the building!"

[A dark shadow can be seen through the fogs thick blue haze.]

"You can?t see, the life I was forced to lead
What it?s like to die daily
You can?t feel, the thoughts I?ve learned to steal
Survivals my reality"

[A series of blue Pyro erupts in front of the entrance as Ulfric steps through the fog, his long blue/black hair hanging lose in his face, he is wearing a pair of frayed blue jeans, a black Dark Angel t-shirt, and motorcycle boots with ?Lucifer? his black barbed wire wrapped baseball bat strung over his left shoulder like a guitar. He wears a long gray duster that trails the ground behind him as he moves and his pale green eyes are full of focus and intensity.]

"When I was young I lived in fear
The hands of doom forever drawing near
I wonder how I earned to perservere
As time advanced deceit was my life's truth
Spurred on by the peace I never knew"

[Ulfric pauses midway down the ramp and lets the duster fall revealing to the world the World Heavyweight Title he wears around his waist. Further down the aisle he pauses again, this time to remove his t-shirt which he throws into the crowd before raising the bat in one hand and banging his head in time to the music. Finally he drops it and sprints the rest of the way to the ring, sliding in under the bottom and coming to stand in the center of the ring. Once there he has eyes only for his opponent and they never leave him. He takes off the belt while staring Saint down, and hands it to the referee.]

Jimmy Peckman: "This is going to be a classic!"

Larry Dots: "Saint recieved this shot from Tai Haven... it was in his contract when he signed!"

Jimmy Peckman: "...If that's not incentive, I don't know what is..."

[Ding, Ding, Ding!]

[Ulfric and Saint circle one another, in the center of the ring... each eyeing their opponent warily. The World Champion is the first to lash out, swinging with a right hand and Saint parries it... hitting a spinning heel kick to the jaw! With a burst of speed, the Challenger uses Ulfric's temporary daze to land a spear...]

Larry Dots: "Saint starts with the advantage!"

[Wasting little time, Saint begins laying a few stomps to Ulfric... before grabbing a leg, and attempting an early sharpshooter. The Champ, however, counters with a rather fast inside cradle.]

Jimmy Peckman: "It's a bit early to be attempting a sharpshooter, and Ulfric shows why!"

[One...]

[Two...]

Larry Dots: "Kickout!"

Jimmy Peckman: "Saint nearly got surprised by that inside cradle! This match nearly ended!"

[Resilient, bounces up - as if nothing had happened at all... charging Ulfric with a lariet.]

Larry Dots: "The Champ counters!"

Jimmy Peckman: "Single Arm DDT!"

[The action is fast paced, as Ulfric leaps to his feet... half-helping Saint rise, before taking him back down with a hip toss... and holding on with an arm bar. Ulfric wrenches back on the arm, as a mask of pain crosses Saint's face.]

Larry Dots: "It looks to me, like the Champ is looking to keep the smaller man grounded... It's usually a good strategy when facing a faster opponent."

Jimmy Peckman: "Saint does give up about four inches, and nearly forty pounds in this match. His quickness may be all that he has to rely on!"

[...as if on cue, Saint slips free of the hold - rising quickly, and sending a dropkick straight to the face of his opponent. Quickly, he captures the foot of the falling Champion, and locks in an ankle lock!]

Larry Dots: "Right in the center of ring!"

[Ulfric reaches for the ropes... falling a good distance short. Saint twists, with all of his might, as the Champion struggles to reach the ropes.]

Jimmy Peckman: "This could do it!"

[Ulfric pulls himself across the mat, as Saint struggles to hold him back. Just as the Champion is about to reach the ropes, his opponent breaks the hold... but continues his grip on the foot, landing a leg drop onto the lower portion of Ulfric, driving his legs and knee into the mat.]

Larry Dots: "And it appears Saint is attempting to take out the legs of his opposition... as a man who can't stand is a much easier challenge than one who can."

[Saint grabs the leg again, pulling Ulfric back towards the center of the ring... dropping a knee to the back of the Champion's thigh, before locking in a figure four leg lock!]

Jimmy Peckman: "Might we see the Champion tap out tonight? Can Saint bring the World Title to Minnesota?!"

Larry Dots: "It's sure looking good right now!"

[Veins bulge from the Challenger's forehead, as he clenches his legs together with immense strength. Ulfric's hands grasp through the air, in obvious pain, groping for ropes that are a good distance away. He lays back a bit, as the ref catches the downed shoulders...]

[One...]

[Quickly, the Champion rises... before mustering the strength to attempt to roll over!]

Larry Dots: "He's trying to reverse it! He's trying to reverse the hold!"

[Ulfric attempts to roll to the left, but Saint places a hand behind him... blocking the move. Still in pain, Ulfric switches towards the left... but Saint, once again, blocks it.]

Jimmy Peckman: "It's a damned good thing Ulfric has such a high threshold for pain. I'd think more than a few superstars would have submitted to the formulaic attack Saint has put together thus far."

[The Champ heads right again, but as Saint shifts his weight... Ulfric doubles back, successfully turning over - and reversing the hold!]

Larry Dots: "Luckily, Saint had positioned himself close enough to the ropes... to grab on almost instantaneously - and the Champion is forced to break the hold."

[Still in pain, Ulfric attempts to rub the numbness from his leg... as Saint pulls him to his feet...]

Larry Dots: "Fujiwara Arm Bar!"

[With blinding speed, for such a large competitor... Ulfric drops, bringing both men to the mat - leaving Saint's arm bent awkwardly up into the air!]

Jimmy Peckman: "Eventually, one of these two are going to have to give!"

Larry Dots: "Ulfric is focusing in, again, on that right arm!"

Jimmy Peckman: "...and removing the need to put pressure on that leg, which I'm sure is still rather sore..."

[Ulfric applies a bit more pressure, as Saint struggles to find the ropes with his feet... succeeding after a few moments of awkward twisting about - and the Champion promptly breaks the hold.]

Larry Dots: "These may be two of the greatest technical wrestlers that the WWA has to offer... what a treat it is to see them fire off against one another!"

[The two rise, locking up in a collar and elbow tie up, resulting in Saint getting the upper hand with a hammerlock. It's not long, however, before the Champion reverses it... and wrapping a massive arm around the Challenger...]

Larry Dots: "Hammerlock Northern Lights Suplex!"

[Ulfric maintains the hold as he rises, pulling Saint up with him...]

Jimmy Peckman: "...And another one!"

[The Champion rises once again, with Saint within his grasps...]

Jimmy Peckman: "...AND A THIRD! Ulfric bridges for the pin!"

[One...]

[Two...]

[Kickout!]

Larry Dots: "A lesser man may not have kicked out..."

[Not content, Ulfric tucks Saint's right arm into his armpit... latching on with an intense Buffalo Sleeper!]

Larry Dots: "My God, that has to hurt..."

[Summoning strength he may not have possessed a week ago, Saint pushes off the mat with his lower body - sending the Champion off-balance, and tumbling forward. As Ulfric turns, Saint catches him with a stiff dropkick... catching the Champ square in the jaw.]

Larry Dots: "The Champ is down!"

[Saint wastes no time, hooking a leg with a quick pin...]

[One...]

[Two...]

Jimmy Peckman: "Kickout!"

Larry Dots: "Saint is all business tonight. He's looking for the victory, at any opportunity!"

[The two lock up, again, as Saint sends the World Champion into the ropes... catching Ulfric on the rebound, in a beautiful rolling half crab.]

Larry Dots: "It's not every night that we see execution like this. These two are at the top of their game..."

Jimmy Peckman: "Saint is like a man possessed... and Ulfric is fending it off. It's been fairly even so far, but I'm giving the early nod to the Champion."

Larry Dots: "How could you say that? Saint's taken everything Ulfric's thrown at him, and yet he's still continuing. He's not himself tonight, and that might be the key to him becoming our new World Champion!"

[Ulfric powers towards the ropes, and Saint can't battle the heavier man's weight shifts... eventually breaking the hold, as the Champ grabs the ropes. Saint pauses a moment, in the corner, to catch his breath... as Ulfric uses the ropes to help him rise...]

Larry Dots: "SUPERKICK!"

Jimmy Peckman: "SAINT PINS!"

[One...]

[Two...]

[Three...]

Larry Dots: "No!"

Jimmy Peckman: "Ulfric just barely got a shoulder up!

[Saint pulls the Champ up, landing a beautiful snap suplex... rolling over for yet another pin...]

Larry Dots: "All business... seriously..."

[One...]

[Two...]

Larry Dots: "Another Kickout!"

[Saint pulls Ulfric to his feet, dropping him back down with a shoulder to the gut... before grabbing the Champion's hair, and yanking him upwards - into a front facelock.]

Larry Dots: "He's trying to hook a leg..."

Jimmy Peckman: "Saint's going for the cradle DDT... darkness!"

[With a burst of energy, Ulfric lands yet another Northern Lights Suplex...]

Larry Dots: "The Champ's not ready to go down yet!"

[One...]

[Two...]

[Thr...]

Jimmy Peckman: "Kickout!"

Larry Dots: "Saint's not ready to go down, either!"

[Both men rise quickly, and Ulfric ducks a lariet... grabbing the arm, and bringing it across Saint's chest - and doing likewise with the other...]

Larry Dots: "Release Straightjacket suplex!"

Jimmy Peckman: "My God, that was sickening..."

[Saint lands, on the back of his neck with a stomach-turning thud... as the Champion rises quickly, setting the Challenger upon his shoulders... and landing Fireman's Carry arm breaker.]

Larry Dots: "Still applying pressure on that right arm, perhaps he's weakening it for a submission move he'll set up later?"

Jimmy Peckman: "Somehow, I think it's merely to prevent Saint from having the ability to land any power moves. I don't know that Saint can beat Ulfric... but he sure as hell can't with only one arm!"

[The World Champion pulls his opponent up again... irish whipping him to the corner, and charging in with a thunderous clothesline. Ulfric places Saint up, onto the top turnbuckle, before climbing up himself...]

Larry Dots: "...Ummm..."

[Shoving Saint's head between his legs... Ulfric glances towards the announce table.]

Larry Dots: "...Jimmy? I think we'de better..."

[Hefting mightily, Ulfric manages to pull Saint upwards... in Jackknife Powerbomb form...]

Larry Dots: "MOVE!!!"

[CCRRAASSHH!!!!]

[Jimmy and Larry make it out of the way, just in the nick of time... as two of the WWA's finest crash through their announce table - reducing the previously strong structure, to a mere pile of wood.]

[...Neither man moves, as a hush falls over the crowd... as if each fan looked on in astonishment, before bursting forth with a massive applause, sending a bout of yelling and screaming that might be capable of waking the dead.]

[Ulfric starts to stir... and before long, rises to shaky feet. He pulls a rather large piece of wood from the wreckage... setting it between the stairs and the ring, before pulling Saint to his feet... hooking him from behind, and landing a brutal Dragon Tazz-plex through the wood!]

Larry Dots: "zzt...are the...zzt"

Jimmy Peckman: "zzt Ulfrizztsick! I can't zzt"

[Once again, neither man moves... both laying in a mess of broken wood, as the fans of Minnesota roar approvingly. Technicians can be seen, messing around with Jimmy and Larry... who now sit at a makeshift table, as a mess of wires are tended to - attempting to get them rehooked in.]

Larry Dots: "zzt... and followed it up with that Dragon Tazz-plex. Sickening, purely sickening..."

Jimmy Peckman: "...I'm not sure the Sadistic Wrestling Federation has ever witnessed anything quite like that - and judging by the crowd reaction, it's quite popular!"

[Ulfric, again, is the first to move... pulling Saint up, onto his shaky legs... and rolling him into the ring, before following shortly after. Seemingly completely wiped out, Ulfric throws an arm over Saint...]

Larry Dots: "This could be IT!"

[One...]

[Two...]

[THREE!!!]

Jimmy Peckman: "No! The referee is pointing to Saint's arm, on the ropes!"

Larry Dots: "...how the hell did he...??"

Jimmy Peckman: "I don't know Larry, by all rights, they should both be pronounced dead..."

[Ulfric slowly starts to ascend to his feet... as Saint doesn't move a muscle, still grasping at the bottom rope. The Champion pulls his opponent to his feet, landing a shoulder breaker, before going for the pin again... this time, hooking the leg.]

[One...]

[Two...]

[THREE!!!]

Larry Dots: "NO! HE KICKED OUT! HOW!?!"

Jimmy Peckman: "Saint will not go down for the count!"

[Ulfric rises yet again... shaking his head, as if frustrated with Saint's undying efforts. He begins to pull Saint up...]

Jimmy Peckman: "SMALL PACKAGE!"

Larry Dots: "WE MIGHT HAVE A NEW CHAMPION!"

[ONE!!!]

[TWO!!!]

[THREE!!!]

Larry & Jimmy: "NO! KICKOUT!"

Larry Dots: "...Just BARELY!"

[After the brief burst of energy, both men collapse on the mat... unmoving.]

Larry Dots: "What a match this has been!"

Jimmy Peckman: "Saint has put up a helluva fight, and win or lose... he's proven that he deserved the opportunity to represent the Sadistic Wrestling Federation."

Larry Dots: "...and you can't deny Ulfric, who goes through this type of brutality multiple times a month!"

[Ulfric, once again, starts a slow and shaky rise to his feet... taking a moment to gather his bearings, before pulling up Saint - who is also slowly beginning to stir. Both men seem lifeless, as The World Champion hooks in a front facelock, as well as hooking a leg...]

Larry Dots: "CRADLE SUPLEX PILEDRIVER!"

Jimmy Peckman: "That HAS to be it..."

[ONE!!!]

[TWO!!!]

[...a hush fills the arena, as all eyes are on the ring...]

Larry Dots: "Saint is unmoving!"

[THREE!!!]

Jimmy Peckman: "Ulfric isn't moving either..."

[Ding, Ding, Ding!]

[Neither man moves a muscle, as the bell rings...]

Larry Dots: "What a match! The SWF has never seen anything like that!"

Jimmy Peckman: "I'm mildly disappointed that the SWF didn't bring that one home... but, we'll have another shot..."

Larry Dots: "Chris Saint put up a helluva performance tonight, wowing us all with his inability to give in... never tapping out, and taking more punishment than any man should have to."

Jimmy Peckman: "It was a truly spectacular performance... and both competitors deserve a pat on the back after that one."

[Slowly, Ulfric begins to rise... clutching his World Wrestling Alliance World Title in his hands, as the fans of Minnesota continue their rabid cheering. The Champion helps his challenger up, as both men sway on woozy legs... and Ulfric offers a handshake...]

Larry Dots: "What a show of sportsmanship!"

[Saint eyes it warily, before accepting it... as flashbulbs go off from all directions.]

Jimmy Peckman: "We'll see this one again, you can bet on it!"

[Ulfric slides out of the ring, walking gingerly towards the back... as Saint gathers his wits in the ring - not seeing the figure leaping from the crowd... sliding in the ring behind him...]




Match Six - November 5th 2004 Friday Night Warpath (SWF One year anniversary show) "Shooter" Jason Lockhart Vs "The Mephisto" CJ Rowell for the MSW Heavyweight title.




Larry Dots: "MSW! MSW! MSW!"

Jimmy Peckman: "Perhaps the most controversial match the SWF had seen all year. Jason Lockhart defeated CJ Rowell to become the MSW Heavyweight champion."

Larry Dots: "Yeah but he only won because of Ultra Breadman and a few others to help pin down the former WWA World champion."

Jimmy Peckman: "The belt is meaningless anyways it doesn't mean anything in SWF."

Larry Dots: "Just wait my friend... just you wait..."




Jimmy Peckman: Up next is our MSW Heavyweight title match.

("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 entranceway, 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 SWF 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 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 SWF "Locked Hart" t-shirt over his singlet 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

ZB: 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

ZB: A former amateur World Champion, PNW Heavyweight champion, PNW Oregon State champion, and PNW Tag Team champion, as well as a WWA World Tag Team champion and internationally renowned wrestling superstar...

#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

ZB: "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 takes off the medals and his shirt and looks at the referee, ready to begin.)

Jimmy Peckman: Look what we have here. The crowd is already rabid after remembering what happened the week after Warpath. We saw Jason Lockhart walk out on Chris Saint two weeks ago and the SWF fan base is crawling up the walls, waiting to get a piece of Lockhart.

Larry Dots: Yeah, but look at him. He is uncaring of what they think. All he is looking for is CJ Rowell's title reign to end. Lockhart wants that title, and you can see it in his eyes.

Zorana Blair: And his opponent, weighing 240 pounds, from Schenectady, NY, He is the current MSW Heavyweight Champion and the self proclaimed "Mephisto". Ceeeeeeeeee Jaaaaaaaaaaaaay Roweeeeeeeeeeeeell.

#You Can't F**k With ME!#

[Shotgun blasts are overheard.]

["Cripple and Rape Me" by Dark Lotus begins to play, as the lights go out. The crowd comes to their collective feet as dim blue lights fills the arena.]

#When I start to think, my skull begins to crack Could it be the infection in my head trying to get me back? 'Cause the more I look at myself, the more f$#k I dunno! The more I think about it, I think my f$#king heads gonna explode#

BBBBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!

[A huge white flashing pyro goes off in the entryway. The crowd boo as they know what's coming next.]

#Wig splittin', leavin' all your family member's dead I can't explain it, so I just blame it all on my head Paranoid, shakin' in closets when I'm done I think I'm hiding from the fact that I just slaughtered everyone#

[The video wall flashes a scene of C.J. Rowell nailing Red Dragon with a chairshot is shown. The crowd jeers loudly.]

#I wash my hands so many times that they crack and bleed But water purifies, washes away and makes me clean My soul is so dirty, I tried to wash it to And get something together and figure out what to do#

[Rowell being held in a sharpshooter by Kevin Cage, and screaming at the top of his lungs that he won't quit.]

#The voices in my head keep driving me crazy I got my Glock cocked, and loaded with no saftey Empty trigger finger and I'm ready to release Cause something keeps telling me "Increase the Deceased"#

[Rowell leans against the ropes, a bloody mess, as a referee raises his hand in victory.]

#Something's talking in my head I can't help thinking it hates me Something's telling me I'm dead It's going to cripple and rape me#

[A silhouette of a figure walks onto the stage and stands there with its head down. The crowd roars with disapproval...]

#Something's talking in my head I can't help thinking it hates me Something's telling me I'm dead It's going to cripple and rape me#

[The lights go normal again, and there on the stage stands C.J. Rowell. He is wearing navy blue basketball shorts with white trim, his black knee brace on his left knee, navy blue and white boots, a black sleeveless t-shirt, and a navy and white bandana down to his eyebrows and to top it of, the MSW Heavyweight title rests on his shoulder. ]

#They're telling me the secrets how to build a spaceship Out of 2 bags of bar-b-que potato chips and rabbit sh!t I gotta pocket full'a middle fingers, when I need good luck I stick'em all up in my ass, spin in circles then I cluck And if you try to read my mind, I'll call upon my Mockaloba Have the energy of four dimensions f$#kin' on your momma Got the fetus on a freestyle, did you feed the pilots? Simple tip and keep a noose rised, call me Tripacoba#

[Rowell walks down the aisle and climb the stairs. Standing on the apron, he climbs through the ropes goes to the turnbuckle.]

#Peekin' through the window, I think I'm falling for this chick 'Cause when I look down, somehow I'm dry f$#kin' a brink! Why is it when she see's me she's gotta scream!? Now I gotta jump through the window and gag her with my stiffy again!#

[Rowell raises his fists high above his head and sneers at the crowd, gaining another loud, jeering reaction from the crowd.]

#I just want to split my neck and back in half And when the reaper comes to get me I'm a even go & kill his punk ass Post modern vibrator, scary like an alligator Bitch your dying now, 'cause you aint even seein' later#

[Rowell hops down from the turnbuckle as the music fades out.]

JP: Look at Lockhart. He's going right after Rowell. He connects with two chops squarely on the chest of Rowell.

LD: Looks like we might be in for a long match tonight, doesn't it, Peckman?

JP: Could be, Larry. Could very well be a long night.

[Lockhart tries to whip Rowell into the steel steps, but Rowell reverses the move and sends Lockhart into the steel steps. Rowell picks up Lockhart and throws him in the ring as the bell finally sounds.]

LD: Wait a minute. It's a hardcore match. Why would Rowell want to beat Lockhart in the middle of the ring when he could destroy him with utensils and instruments of pain and destruction?

JP: Could it be a matter of pride? Rowell wants to prove that no matter what the circumstances, he beat Lockhart in the middle of the ring?

LD: Nah, I think Rowell's just really stupid when it comes to these types of things.

[Lockhart begins to stir after Rowell sends him down with a clothesline. Rowell steps out of the ring and looks under the ring and pulls out…]

JP: He's got a chair. Rowell has a chair, Larry! What is he going to do?

LD: Probably what he did just then. As soon as Lockhart stood up, Rowell got behind him and nailed him in his lower back with the chair. It's kind of early for that style of beating, but Rowell's not taking any chances.

JP: Look! Rowell is waiting for Lockhart to get up so he can do the exact same thing once again.

[As Rowell swings, Lockhart bends forward enough to miss the swing and grabs on to the leg of Rowell, tripping him up.]

LD: Lockhart's trying to gain the advantage now! As soon as he took Rowell down, he mounted him and is now punching Rowell in the jaw. Rowell may not be able to eat for a while!

[Lockhart picks Rowell up and locks his arms in a bearhug. Rowell lets out an almost primal scream as Lockhart drops him in a forward slam.]

LD: Lockhart's using one technique. He's trying to squash The Mephisto through the ring.

JP: Lockhart is taking the same route as Rowell. Lockhart is going under the ring and is bringing in a lead pipe!

[As Rowell stands up and turns around to face Lockhart, "The Shooter" blasts Rowell with the lead pipe.]

JP: You could hear the thud of that off of CJ's skull.

[Lockhart goes for the pin…]

1

2

[KICKOUT by Rowell.]

LD: How did Rowell do that? I think he's superhuman!

[Rowell gets back to his knees, only to fall to a right hook by Lockhart. Lockhart rolls him on his stomach and grabs the lead pipe. Lockhart lines up the lead pipe right below the jaw of Rowell.]

JP: Lockhart is trying for another submission! His hand's dropping once…..
Twice… NOOOOOOO! Rowell's still got something in him.

[Rowell grabs the ankles of Lockhart and flips himself over causing Lockhart to land on his back, breaking the hold.]

LD: That was innovative to say the least. At least Rowell now has the monkey off of his back!

JP: Larry, that was not cool at all. I apologize to all of the people at home for that comment. We're not out to offend anyone here, but apparently someone doesn't get that idea.

[Rowell gets to his stance and whips Lockhart into the rope and delivers a powerslam. He picks him back up and hits a release northern lights suplex.]

JP: How is Rowell getting all of this energy back all the sudden? Lockhart looks like his back is starting to hurt him a little bit. After all of that torture, he gets right up and puts Lockhart back down on the mat!

LD: You have to think that the only thing that's driving Rowell right now is his pursuit to maintain the gold belt that he's had since he came back to SWF.

[Rowell picks up Lockhart and delivers an Implant DDT. Rowell goes for the pin…]


1…..


2…..


Kickout by Lockhart!

[Rowell puts Lockhart's shoulders back to the mat…]


1….


2…..


Kickout once again!

JP: Those kick-outs are taking their toll on him as Lockhart has to use up all of his energy for them.

[Rowell goes back down to the arena floor and pulls out…]

LD: OOOOOOOOOOOH….A Ladder!

JP: He's not done yet. He's pulling out tables. Wait…isn't that supposed to be in our last match instead?

LD: I don't know what he's thinking. I don't even think he knows anymore!

[Rowell puts the ladder in one corner, and lines up two tables around two other corners. In the last corner, Rowell places that steel chair between the middle and top turnbuckle pads.]

JP: We have us a good old style hardcore match now. Everything has taken place inside the ring, other than a few bumps and bruises. These two men have given it all other than their blood, but it looks like I might have spoken too soon.

[Rowell whips Lockhart into the corner with the steel chair. Lockhart's hurt back hits it right on impact as he crumples to the ground. Rowell takes a table from one of the corners and puts it in the same corner as the chair. Rowell sets the chair up on the table in sitting position.]

JP: What could Rowell be doing? He crotches Lockhart on the top rope and begins climbing. NO WAY…he's got Lockhart set up in a back suplex, but there's a chair there…and a table for that matter!

[SMACK goes the chair as simultaneously the table CRACKS!!!!]

Crowd: SWF!!!! SWF!!!! SWF!!!! SWF!!!! SWF!!!! SWF!!!! SWF!!!! SWF!!!! SWF!!!! SWF!!!! SWF!!!! SWF!!!! SWF!!!! SWF!!!! SWF!!!! SWF!!!! SWF!!!! SWF!!!! SWF!!!!

LD: I know Rowell pretty well, so I knew he could do something like this. I never expected him to do it here though. He's showcasing everything for this Michigan crowd. I have never seen anything like that though. He…used…a chair AND a table all in the same movement. I'm in awe.

JP: I'm going to throw up. Lockhart is now cut open from the slashes of the steel and the wood.

LD: We've got BLOOD finally. It took them about 15 minutes to draw blood…in a hardcore match! SOMEONE GET IT OVER ALREADY!!!!

JP: The sad thing is that I think we've only just started to see what these two can do. Rowell is back on his feet and drags Lockhart to the corner once again. He is wrapping his legs in a figure four around the ring post. The referee can't do anything about it because it's all legal. Lockhart is struggling to free himself right now. Wait! Lockhart has that pipe.

[DING!!!]

LD: Wow. That lead pipe just bounced off the knee pad of CJ Rowell. Both men are now down and in pain. Rowell is holding his knee, and Lockhart has this evil smirk on his face now.

[The crowd begins to boo as Lockhart gets the other table and sets it outside.]

JP: He's getting the ladder! What are we going to see here next? Wait…Lockhart's having second guesses. He's leaving the ladder inside, while it's still set up and he throws Rowell onto the table. What is he…NO WAY…Lockhart is climbing the ladder!

[Lockhart reaches the top, looks at the crowd who is literally stunned after the last few events that have already occurred and delivers a…]

JP: LEG DROP FROM THE INSIDE OF THE RING ON THE TOP OF THE LADDER TO THE OUTSIDE. Rowell has to be dead by now!

[The crowd is chanting either Lockhart or SWF right now as Lockhart begins to stir. Rowell is now busted open by the shards of wood from the table and the different metal pieces that came off of it.]

LD: Once again, we have blood here! This match has become completely insane.

[Lockhart is the first to get up as he throws Rowell back into the ring.]

JP: Up to now, what we have seen has been one of the greatest fights we have seen. And yet, for some reason, I still think we have a long way to go. We've seen a lot of things. Tables, lead pipes, ladders, chairs, ring posts being used as weapons. I think Larry is speechless right now. That's a first.

[Lockhart goes out to the announce table and grabs one of the extra chairs used for any of the crew. Lockhart steps up to the edge of the ring, but Rowell is back up with a baseball slide to the face of Lockhart, who was holding the chair.]

LD: Lockhart just got busted open even worse now. He is now starting to pour out of a cut in his forehead.

JP: Any more of this type of action, and our crowd won't have anything left for the rest of the show.

[Rowell waits as Lockhart gets back to his feet. Lockhart rolls into the ring and stares eye to eye with Rowell. The crowd begins to get louder as the chants are mixed of "MSW" and "Lockhart." Both men's cold eyes stare holes into the other. Finally, the crowd begins to die down for a second, but they explode again when "The Shooter" throws a right hook. Rowell blocks it and throws a right of his own. Rowell gains the upper hand and grabs Lockhart's hand as he is about to deliver a punch. Rowell spins him around and puts Lockhart's hand behind him enough to hit a Hammerlock-style German Suplex.]

JP: All of this getting thrown around on his head is not helping Lockhart's chances at winning the MSW Heavyweight Title! "The Shooter" is a bloody mess right now. His clothes are starting to be covered in the red stuff. All of the pressure of being thrown on his head has opened up the cuts from the table earlier.

LD: Finally! This is exactly what the crowd wanted to see!

[Lockhart begins to wipe away the blood from his face as he stares directly back into Rowell's eyes. Something has snapped within Lockhart as he comes back and clotheslines CJ over the top rope.]

JP: The crowd has just exploded with that maneuver! Lockhart looks like he's going to start coming back after all of this punishment dealt by Rowell.

[Lockhart goes out of the ring and presses Rowell into the railing. Lockhart then grabs a bag out from under the ring.]

JP: What could that be?

LD: It could be chocolate for all I know! Lockhart wants to get Rowell on a big sugar high before going on the kill. How am I supposed to know and/or care?

[Lockhart puts the bag on the ring apron and throws Rowell into the railing once again before going under the ring once more.]

JP: He's got another chair! We've already seen what Rowell could do with a chair. What is Lockhart going to do with that now?

[Lockhart lays the chair down on the mat and grabs the bag. He turns it over to reveal…]

LD: Look at all that silver! It's THUMBTACKS, Jimmy. Someone's about to get hurt, and I think those tacks have CJ Rowell's name all over it.
JP: So they do, Larry…so they do.

[The thumbtacks are now spread across the ring, mainly concentrated on the chair however. Lockhart picks up Rowell, but Rowell goes low on Lockhart, causing him to drop. We see a smile come to "The Mephisto"'s face. Rowell picks Lockhart up, and wraps his left leg around Lockhart's right and deliver a…]

JP: Side Russian Legsweep on the chair full of thumbtacks! Now Lockhart's busted open on his back, as is Rowell. This match is bloodier than I ever would have thought. MSW is putting on a good show for us, but Rowell still hasn't been able to keep his desperation intact, as he's tried everything to put Lockhart down, but the challenger is still alive and kicking.

LD: This match is getting more and more horrendous by the minute. They went from chairs to tables to ladders to more chairs and THUMBTACKS all in a short span. This is just inhumane, Jimmy. And yet, I can't stop watching it yet. I can't stop watching it until it's completely over.

[Rowell picks up Lockhart and drags him to the outside once again.]

JP: Rowell is coming this way…that can't be good! Why's he looking at us, Larry? Did you take the MSW belt from the timekeeper's table? If you did, I'm blaming it completely on you!

LD: Don't worry, Peckman. I think he just wants us to show what he can do to Lockhart out here on the concrete.

JP: There's no way he's going to do a…NO WAY…DDT on the concrete floor. I think Lockhart has now flat lined himself for the rest of the match. Rowell's finally going for the cover. END IT NOW!


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KICKOUT by Lockhart

LD: Okay, I think I need to take my bets back in Vegas. I am going to lose every cent if I don't.

JP: Rowell now has a look of absolute shock and horror on his face as Lockhart has kicked out of everything that Rowell can dish out to him. Rowell picks him up and hits the Double Armed Backbreaker that he likes to call Paralysis. I'm surprised that neither man is in a wheelchair right now after everything they've been through. Looks as if the tide has turned in this match once again.

[Rowell throws Lockhart back into the ring and follows suit by going in there as well. Rowell delivers a snap suplex and goes for the pin once again.]

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2




Kickout by Lockhart

[Rowell tries one more suplex as Breadman and Lonewolf appear at the top of the ramp of the arena.]

LD: What are those two clowns doing?

[Breadman and Lonewolf begin to walk down to the ring as Rowell hits his "The Stutter Kick."]

JP: Rowell just hit his finisher. Wait…Lonewolf and Breadman are on the apron. Rowell knocks them back down and suddenly Lockhart goes low in desperation. He stands up and signals for the Legend Killer!

LD: ROWELL REVERSES IT AND PLANTS LOCKHART ON HIS BACK!

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2




JP: Look! Lonewolf and Breadman have rolled them over and now Lockhart is going to pin Rowell! The three men are holding Rowell's shoulders to the mat!

[The crowd is now at a fever pitch for the count.]

1


2


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


[The crowd explodes in a sea of cheers.]

JP: LOCKHART IS THE NEW MSW CHAMPION! Lockhart has endured enough pain and punishment to earn this win, folks!

LD: What are you talking about? Didn't you see what happened? Lockhart cheated!

JP: How are we to know that? Lockhart looks as confused as you do, as he was trying to win the match fair and square in the middle of the ring. Only a third of those things came true, as Rowell was pinned in the middle of the ring. Anyway, an SWF faction has defeated the MSW champ. It looks like we might have us a war on our hands now!

LD: Absolutely true, Jimmy.

[Lockhart falls to his knees and raises his hands into the air in victory before getting up and going to the nearest turnbuckle and raising his hands into the air again. Then he climbs down from the turnbuckle, before dropping down and rolling out of the ring, slapping the hands of his fans on his way to the curtain. Then he stands just outside the curtain and raise his hands high into the air before going through the curtain.]

JP: Here's Zorana Blair to make the official announcement.

Zorana Blair: Your Winner at 24 minutes and 3 seconds, and NEW MICHIGAN STATE WRESTLING HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! "The SHOOTER" JAAAAAAAAAAAASON LOCKHAAAAAAAAAAAAAART!

[The crowd explodes with joy once again.]

LD: That was a match for the ages. The scary thing is that we still have one more tables match for the SWF Heavyweight Title as well.




Match Five - SWF Meltdown The Scorpion Vs. Lonewolf for the SWF Tri-Cities championship.




Jimmy Peckman: "One of the greatest matches the young but rising star Scorpion was ever in when he claimed the SWF Tri-Cities championship."

Larry Dots: "He had a promising career in MSW if he didn't screw that up and now he has been gone but rumor has it he may return in 2005."

Larry Dots: This night is a great night! Lets keep it rolling with the Tri-Cities championship title match!

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 crowds 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!

[DING, DANG, DONG!]

DOTS: The referee has signaled for the bell and this match is underway.

[Pan outside to the prize of this battle, the Tri-Cities title.]

PECKMAN: Lonewolf circles a bit, tugging on the ring ropes, Scorpion leaning back in the corner himself, he starts to circle.

DOTS: They meet in the center, two bulls, collar and elbow tie up begins the match

PECKMAN: Lonewolf backing Walker into the ropes, Wolf showing the power advantage here, early

[Wolf backs Scorpion into the ropes, and gives a clean break.]

DOTS: Whats going on? Lonewolf with a clean break and a smile, as Scorpion smirks back.

PECKMAN: Back to the center, collar and elbow tie up again Wolf drops down to a knee, and now is being backed into the corner himself now Scorpion powering Wolf back, Wolf now in the corner, referee in to break it up..

DOTS: WHOOO! Not a clean break, Scorpion with a back elbow to the face, and another and another and

[SMACK!]

OOOOW!

PECKMAN: Lone Wolf just slapped Scorpion right in his face, what disrespect! He deserves a spanking from his mother.

DOTS: What?! Scorpion grabs Wolf, Irish whip into the opposite corner, Scorpion charges in

RAAAAAH!

PECKMAN: Lonewolf moves and Scorpion slams chest first into the post, Wolf spins Scorpion around

[SMACK!]

RAAAAAH!

DOTS: Lonewolf just SLAPPED Scorpions face to the moon!

PECKMAN: The champion, Lonewolf, isnt showing Scorpion any respect.

DOTS: I wouldn't either.

PECKMAN: Go tell that to Scorpion.

DOTS: Id rather not.

[Scorpion drops down to a knee clutching his face, as Lonewolf paces back to the center of the ring]

PECKMAN: Little mind games early here by both of these bulls, I dont think the match will be decided by a slap, but Scorpion letting Lonewolf know that hes not intimidated

DOTS: And Lonewolf letting Scorpion know, hes not impressed.
[Scorpion rises to his feet, Lonewolf waits in the center of the ring.]

PECKMAN: Scorpion still isnt intimidated, or impressed, hes just lulling Lonewolf in to a false sense of security.

DOTS: Scorpion back towards the center, calling for another collar and elbow, they go in
[OUCH!]

PECKMAN: Wolf should have known better, Scorpion with a knee to Lonewolfs gut, followed by another, and another, Scorpion backs Wolf into the ropes, Irish whip

DOTS: Lone Wolf is on the rebound, kill him Scorpion!

PECKMAN: Scorpion with a shoulder tackle
OWWWW!

DOTS: And neither man moved! Lonewolf smiles at Scorpion, Scorpion now hits the ropes, and charges in, Wolf with a shoulder block
OWWWWWW!

PECKMAN: And again neither man moves, they stare at each other and both hit the ropes, double shoulder block coming
OWWWWW!

DOTS: Scorpion delivers a hell of a clothesline and knocks Wolf from his feet. Scorpion quickly picks Wolf up and grabs him. Belly to Belly suplex!

PECKMAN: Scorpion decides to celebrate now.

DOTS: Scorpion, turn around, turn around

PECKMAN: Wolf quickly back on his feet, those huge moves didn't even effect him, Scorpion turns around, right hand, another and another, Scorpion is staggered, Wolf whips him off the ropes, Scorpion rebounds, Lonewolf scoops him up

DOTS: Look at the STRENGTH by Lonewolf, Military Press, Scorpion high above his head.

PECKMAN: That is why Lonewolf is the champion

DOTS: He is holding him high for all to see and

[THUD!]

DOTS: PRESS SLAM INTO A POWERSLAM! What strength by Lonewolf, and Scorpion rolls outside for a breather! The fans on their feet, Lonewolf back in control.

PECKMAN: Lonewolf follows Scorpion outside, and Irish whips him into the ring steps for a loud cheer.

[ Scorpion is on his knees and is holding his shoulder. Lone Wolf moves in for the kill. ]

DOTS: LOW BLOW!

PECKMAN: Scorpion surprised him there. PILEDRIVER!

[ The referee forces them to get back into the ring. Scorpion lifts up Lonewolf and tosses him into the ring. ]

PECKMAN: And now Scorpion doing what needs to be done, working over Lonewolfs back, going for the kill

DOTS: Scorpion driving those knees into Wolfs back, now slowly picking Lonewolf up, irish whip into the ropes, Scorpion catches

PECKMAN: Spinning spinebuster with authority, and Lonewolf clutches his back, Scorpion covers!

ONE.......

TWO........

RAAAAAAAH!

DOTS: Lonewolf shoots a shoulder out, hes not done yet.

PECKMAN: That lower back has taken some damage, Scorpion has been methodical on it, like a surgeon.

DOTS: Scorpion picks Lonewolf up and shoves him chest first into the corner, Scorpion now pummeling Lonewolf's back with forearms and knees. Scorpion now lifts Wolf and places him on the top rope, takes some strength, Scorpion follows him up, and hooks Lone Wolfs arm

[THUD]

PECKMAN: Belly to Back Superplex, more damage to the back, Scorpion making quite the showing here, and he covers

ONE!

TWO!

PECKMAN: NEW CHAMPION!

KICKOUT!

RAAAAAAAAH!

DOTS: Just stay down!

PECKMAN: Lonewolf wont, another kickout, and Scorpion stays to work, grasping a bearhug and bringing Wolf up to his feet

DOTS: As shocking as it may be, Scorpion has controlled a VAST portion of this match, with his power and methodical style.

PECKMAN: Scorpion squeezing in on that bear hug, as Lonewolf screams out, that back has to be in pain.

DOTS: He'll be quitting any minute now, there will be a new champion.

[The fans begin to chant, clap and stomp to get behind Lonewolf, not wanting the match to stop.]

PECKMAN: Wolf pumping those fist in the air, Scorpion trying to squeeze, Lonewolf with a right hand, another, and another, Scorpions grip loosening up, Wolf with another right and hes free

DOTS: Scorpion fires back, Lonewolf blocks it, and catches his Arm DOUBLE ARM DDT by Lonewolf.

RAAAAAH!

PECKMAN: Lonewolf wincining for that back as he picks Scorpion up, but now maybe the momentum is shifting, Wolf whips Scorpion into the ropes and catches him

POWERSLAM, with AUTHORITY, by Lonewolf!

DOTS: Lonewolf getting his second wind, he hops on the middle rope, somewhat unusual territory, and waits for Scorpion to get up, Scorpion does, Lonewolf leaps
OOOOOOOW!

PECKMAN: Scorpion caught him. BELLY TO BELLY Suplex, again! But Scorpion holds on and bear hugs Lonewolf!
BOOOOOOOOO!

DOTS: He's got him now, its all over but the crying!

[Scorpion sinches in as Lonewolf struggles on the ground, Scorpion grinds in deeper]

PECKMAN: Referee , checking in on Lonewolf, whose in a world of trouble.

[The camera zooms in on Lonewolf, who spits blood out of his mouth]

DOTS: Ack! Lonewolf bleeding from the inside, those shots to the kidneys and the back, have taken their toll

PECKMAN: Lonewolf slowly fading away, as Scorpion sinks it in Wolf fading, Wolf fading, referee checking his arms

ONE!

ONE!

TWO!

"TWO!"

DOTS: Its over.

PECKMAN: It drops again, Scorpion has what can be called an upset.

THREE!

THRE-

AAAAAAAAAAAAH!

DOTS: No! Lonewolf wont quit, Lonewolf pumping back up, getting another burst of energy, Lonewolf with a headbutt, and another, and another, Scorpion lets go, lone wolf lunges OHHHH!

PECKMAN: Scorpion scoops him up, firemans carry position, Scorpion spins Lonewolf
RAAAAAAAAH!

DOTS: Lonewolf slides down, CHOKESLAM! CHOKESLAM by Lone Wolf!
RAAAAAAAAAH!

[Both men lay down on the mat, as Lone Wolf spits out some more blood]

PECKMAN: This is the champions chance.

DOTS: Lonewolf to his feet, he picks Scorpion up, irish whip again, he catches Scorpion TILT-A-WHIRL BACK BREAKER! Where does he find the strength?!

PECKMAN: Wolf into it now, he picks Scorpion up again, Lone Wolf throws Scorpion inbetween his legs and smiles, he cant do it, not with the damage to his back Lone Wolf lifts

[THUD!]

RAAAAAAAAAAH!

DOTS: JACKKNIFE, POWERBOMB!

PECKMAN: I don't know how he's doing it.

DOTS: Lonewolf with a powerbomb, he winces and drops to his knees for the cover

ONE!

TWO!

TWO!

THREE!

BOOOOOOOO!

DOTS: YES! YES!

PECKMAN: Scorpion showing his resilience, shooting a shoulder out at the last minute

DOTS: Lonewolf picks Scorpion up, and places him back in position, Lonewolf lifts the man, unbelievable POWERBOMB! Scorpion holds on, what strength

PECKMAN: What fortitude with that back. ANOTHER POWERBOMB!

DOTS: Hes going to kill poor Scorpion

[ He goes for the cover. ]

ONE!

ONE!

TWO!

TWO!

NO!!!!!!

DOTS: He kick out!

PECKMAN: Scorpion has his second wind. Lonewolf lunges in but his back gives...

[ CRASH!!!!]

SPEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DOTS: Spear by Scorpion!

PECKMAN: Scorpion lifts up Lone Wolf and signals for the end.

[SCORPIONS TRIBUTE TO CANADA!!!]

DOTS: WHAT A MOVE!!!

Cover!!!!!

ONE................

PECKMAN: Lonewolf is not moving!

TWO..................

DOTS: NEW CHAMPION!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ Ding, Ding, Ding. ]

PECKMAN: SCORPION DID IT!!!




Match Four - Sadistic Dreams Day Two Funky and Inferno Vs. FoN for the WWA Tag Team titles.




[Cut to the ring.]

Zorana Blair: Introducing the challengers accompanied by Rachael Fox, Laura Fabrico and Glenn "Windyman" Davis, at a combined weight of 465 pounds, Funky and the Inferno Kid, Firery Disco Fever

(The house lights dim to near darkness, and the crowd leaps to their feet as they come up blue and red and yellow and the Words Firery Disco Fever appears on the Sadistictron and a guitar solo plays aloud.)

Wasted Youth!!

(As the guitar breaks louder, Blue and red strobes go off on stage, as a bit of red fog collects over the entry way, as blue and red lights and lazers flash all over the stage. Four silhouettes walk out onto the stage.)

Wasted Youth!!!

(With an explosion of red, Yellow, and blue pyrotechnics on the stage, the house lights come back up, and we now see FDF -- Funky, Inferno Kid, Rachael Fox and Laura Fabrico -- standing on the stage. Funky points to the crowd trying to hype them up, while Wendy waves. Dan, who's holding a large metal tube behind him, stands quietly.)

I know that I will never be politically correct
And I don't give a damn about my lack of etiquette
As far as I'm concerned, the world could still be flat
And if the thrill is gone, then it's time to take it back
If the thrill is gone, then it's time to take it back

(As Funky and Inferno start down to the ring, Glenn raises a metal pole, pointing upward into the crowed, which roars as they see it's a hydraulic gun. Glenn presses the trigger, and a balled up t-shirt goes flying through the air, into the stands, creating an imprompt mosh pit where people leap up to grab the souvenir.)

Who am I? Why am I here?
Forget the questions, someone gimme another beer
What's the meaning of life, what's the meaning of it all?
You gotta learn to dance before you learn to crawl
You gotta learn to dance before you learn to crawl

(Funky and Inferno continue to ringside, high fiving fans on both sides of the aisle along the way. Glenn continues to fire a few more shirts into the crowd, The crowd laughing as one of the balls unfolds itself, and the T-shirt flutters down into the waiting arms of a lucky fan.)

So sign up all you raw recruits, throw away those designer suits
You got your weapons cocked, your targets in your sights
There's a party raging somewhere in the world
You gotta serve your country, gotta service your girl
You're all enlisted in the armies of the night
And I ain't in it for the power, and I ain't in it for the health
I ain't in it for the glory of anything at all
And I sure ain't in it for the wealth
But I'm in it till it's over and I just can't stop
If you wanna get it done, you gotta do it yourself
And I like my music like I like my life

(FDF jump onto the top rope where they perform backflips into the ring, and head for opposite turnbuckles, as Glenn fires his last shirt, before setting the hydraulic gun down, and walking to ringside, with Rachael and Laura. Behind them, a stagehand grabs the hydraulic gun, and takes it backstage.)

Everything louder than everything else, everything louder than everything else
Everything louder than everything else, everything louder than everything else
Everything louder than everything else, everything louder than everything else
Wasted youth! Wasted youth! Wasted youth! Wasted youth!

(Funky and Inferno climb their turnbuckles, and raise their arms, the crowd giving another loud cheer. Glenn Rachael and Laura saunters down to ringside, taking his place in FDF's corner.)
They got a file on me and it's a mile long
And they say that they got all of the proof
That I'm just another case of arrested development
And just another wasted youth

(Funky and Inferno climb down from the turnbuckles, before walking to centre ring, where they give each other a knuckle clash, the crowd giving a huge "cheer")

They say that I'm in need of some radical discipline
They say I gotta face the truth
That I'm just another case of arrested development
And just another wasted youth

(The two walk back to their corner, where they lean over the ropes, and have a discussion with Glenn.)

They say I'm wild and I'm reckless, I should be acting my age
I'm an impressionable child in a tumultuous world
And they say I'm at a difficult stage
But it seems to me to the contrary
Of all the crap they're going to put on the page
That a wasted youth is better by far than a wise and productive old age
A wasted youth is better by far than a wise and productive old age
A wasted youth is better by far than a wise and productive old age
A wasted youth is better by far than a wise and productive old age
A wasted youth is better by far than a wise and productive old age
A wasted youth is better by far than a wise and productive old age
If you want my views of history then there's something you should know
The three men I admire most are Curly, Larry and Mo!
If you don't worry 'bout the future, sooner or later it's the past
And if they say the thrill is gone, then it's time to take it back
If the thrill is gone, then it's time to take it back
So sign up all you raw recruits, throw away all those two-bit suits
You got your weapons cocked, your targets in your sights
There's a party raging somewhere in the world
You gotta serve your country, gotta service your girl
You're all inducted in the armies of the night
And I ain't in it for the power, and I ain't in it for the health
I ain't in it for the glory of anything at all
And I sure ain't in it for the wealth
But I'm in it till it's over and I just can't stop
If you wanna get it done, you gotta fight for yourself
And I like my music like I like my life
Everything louder than everything else (repeats out)

(As the music fades, Funky nods, and steps through the ropes, and Inferno turns around to start the match.)

Jimmy Peckman: Our SWF representatives are in high spirits as always, and you can't help rooting for them just on their sheer positive energy alone.

Larry Dots: They make me sick to my stomach, Jimmy. But not as much as the team they're going up against, so by process of elimination I guess I'm going to have to root for FDF too.

Jimmy Peckman: That's the spirit, Larry.

[Cut back to the ring, where the intros proceed...]

Zorana Blair: And their opponents...

[The lights in the Pontiac Silverdome fade into blackness, as green spotlights dance about the crowd, followed shortly by a barrage of green strobe lights. "Learn to Fly" by The Foo Fighters blasts over the loudspeakers, as the two Canadian Youths of 'The Forces of Nature' head out onto the entranceway.]

Run and tell all of the angels
This could take all night
Think I need a devil to help me get things right
Hook me up a new revolution
Cause this one is a lie
We sat around laughing and watched the last one die

[Jonesy stops in awe at the sight before him, barely able to contain his excitement... as Hyatt elbows him in the ribs - motioning for him to head down the walkway. Under each arm, the two carry a rather thick amount of cardboard, for no apparent reason.]

Zorana Blair: At a combined weight of 406 pounds... From British Columbia... They are the reigning WWA Tag Team Champions of the WORLD... Ashley Hyatt! Jonesy Frost! THE FORCES OF NATURE!!

I'm looking to the sky to save me
Looking for a sign of life
Looking for something to help me burn out bright

[The two boys dart off around either side of the ring, handing a piece of cardboard to anyone in the front row who will accept it. A wave of confusion works it's way through the front row, as questioning faces look at the cardboard handed to them... before Hyatt and Frost slide into the ring, and mount opposite turnbuckles.]

I'm looking for complication
Looking cause I'm tired of trying
Make my way back home when I learn to fly

[The two raise their arms valiantly, before a frustrated look crosses their face. Frost points to a few people in the front row, motioning for them to hold their cardboard up...]

I think I'm done nursing the patience
I can wait one night
I'd give it all away if you give me one last try
We'll live happily ever trapped if you just save my life
Run and tell the angels that everything is alright
Fly along with me, I can't quite make it alone
Try and make this life my own

[Jonesy and Ashley continue to urge the fans to raise their signs into the air, receiving dumbfounded looks of confusion, in return. Eventually, they're able to coax a bit of cooperation from the front row, and the two smile at one another as their signs fly.]

"FDF = Assjerks!"

"Licorice owns!"

"FoN = WWA World Tag Team Champions!"

"Frost-bitten!"

"BC, Represent!"

"You can run, but you can't Hyatt!"

[The referee heads over to their corner, patting down each of the boys. As usual, he finds some strange objects - An action figure, on Jonesy... from the movie 'The Mummy', as well as a glass pyramid, which would be most functional as a paperweight. Shaking his head, the referee confiscates the items, before moving on to Ashley. There, he finds a small golden scarab... and a jar filled with sand. Apparently, they haven't quite emptied their pockets from their trip to Cairo.]

Jimmy Peckman: You mean those guys have been carrying around Egyptian souvenirs even after returning to the States?

Larry Dots: Hey, it's better than whatever garbage they sell at customs here in Michigan.

Jimmy Peckman: Good point.

[The bemused referee dumps the collected items into the arms of a ring attendant, then turns back to the wrestlers and takes possession of the World Tag Team Title belts. He shows them to the FoN boys, then to the members of Firery Disco Fever, and then holds the two belts up in the air for the roaring crowd to see.]

Jimmy Peckman: When this match is over, it could be Funky and Inferno Kid wearing those belts, Larry.

Larry Dots: Stranger things have happened. But these FoN kids are in a dead heat with FDF in the "positive energy" department, so it's anybody's guess at this point.

[Finally passing the title belts out to ringside, the referee calls for the opening bell.]

[Ding, ding, ding!]

Jimmy Peckman: Well, we already know that Inferno is starting off for FDF... but Hyatt and Frost can't seem to decide which of them is going to begin for their team.

Larry Dots: What the hell are they doing...?

[After a short argument, Ashley and Jonesy clasp each other's hand, their respective thumbs sticking straight up. Then they start mashing at each other's thumb with their own.]

Jimmy Peckman: Looks like they've declared a thumb war.

Larry Dots: ...I think that may be the first time that sentence has ever been spoken in the Sadistic Wrestling Federation.

[A vicious back-and-forth affair later, Jonesy manages to pin Ashley's thumb. Jonesy whoops out loud and pumps his fist in the air, loudly gloating in the face of his fuming tag partner. Then he quickly slips out to the apron, leaving Ashley to start the match.]

Jimmy Peckman: A hard-fought victory by Jonesy here, and it's Ashley Hyatt who's now stepping up to meet Inferno in the middle of the ring.

Larry Dots: Hard-fought victory... yeesh.

[Inferno and Hyatt dance around each other briefly, each swatting hands at the other in a feeling-out process, both staying just out of range. Then Hyatt charges, Inferno sidestepping. Hyatt runs into the ropes and returns at speed with a clothesline -- which Inferno counters with a rapid arm drag takedown. Hyatt is up instantly -- and Inferno throws him down with another arm drag. Ashley gets up once again, only to be arm dragged a *third* time -- but this time he twists in mid-air, grabbing Inferno by the head, and counters with a DDT.]

Jimmy Peckman: Ooh, nice counter by Hyatt.

Larry Dots: Nice to see he can do something other than be tossed around by Inferno Kid.

[Inferno and Hyatt get back to their feet quickly enough, the former a little disoriented after being spiked into the mat, the latter a bit dizzy from being repeatedly thrown head over heels. Hyatt recovers first, and dashes at Inferno, grabbing him by the wrist and flinging him into the ropes. Inferno on the return, he puts a hand on Ashley's shoulder, using it as leverage to swing his legs up and--]

Jimmy Peckman: Oh! Spinning head scissors by Inferno! Hyatt thrown across the ring like a rag doll!

Larry Dots: And Funky's on the top rope!

[Before Hyatt can so much as sit up, the other half of Firery Disco Fever vaults off the top rope:]

Jimmy Peckman: Swanton bomb! Connecting across the chest of Ashley Hyatt! Nice teamwork by FDF!

Larry Dots: Heh, I don't think Hyatt even saw that coming!

[Inferno and Funky raise up Ashley Hyatt and shoot him to the ropes. They catch him on the return with a double elbow to the face, flattening the FoN member on his back. Then Funky and Inferno dash in opposite directions, each jumping up onto the second rope in preparation to springboard backward...]

Larry Dots: Double lionsault coming up!

Jimmy Peckman: No! Jonesy Frost came running out of his corner and slammed into Funky while he was on the ropes, knocking him out to the floor!

[Funky goes tumbling over the top rope, landing awkwardly at ringside.]

Jimmy Peckman: But Inferno DID hit the lionsault, and there's the cover:

1...

Jimmy Peckman: No such luck, as Frost was right there to break it up with an elbow drop across the back of Inferno's head.

[Frost grabs Inferno by the hair and raises him upright, before scooping him up and dropping him with a bodyslam. Hyatt is up by this point, and Frost directs him to run into the ropes. Ashley does, and on the return Jonesy uses his tag partner's momentum to lift him up in the air in an overhead press... and then let him fall flush across the chest of Inferno Kid.]

Jimmy Peckman: Nice tandem offense by FoN as well, and Frost returning to his corner while Hyatt makes the cover:

1...

2--

Larry Dots: Nope, the kid kicked out.

Jimmy Peckman: Hyatt already back on his feet as Inferno starts to get up... Ashley running into the ropes, on the return as Inferno stands up -- NAILS him with a running leg lariat to put him down again. And Ashley now picking Inferno up again, starting to lead him toward the FoN corner--

Larry Dots: Doesn't look like Inferno wants any part of that!

[Indeed, Inferno Kid is lashing out with blows to the ribs of Hyatt, trying to break away. Hyatt retaliates with a punch -- which Inferno nimbly ducks, going behind and grabbing Ashley by the head, driving him backward into the canvas!]

Jimmy Peckman: 'Whiplash' by Inferno! Ashley Hyatt is down, and Inferno wisely going to his corner to make the tag to Funky.

[Funky slips through the ropes and gathers up Hyatt before the FoN member can recover. Bringing him to his feet, Funky rams forearms into Hyatt's face to keep him staggered. Then he starts to hook up Ashley's head -- but Ashley fights it with shots to the midsection. Funky instead grabs Hyatt's arm and whips him to the ropes, but it's reversed by Hyatt. Funky comes off the ropes and Ashley swings for a lariat -- DUCKED by Funky, who meets the opposite side of the ring with a leap onto the second rope, spring boarding backward as Hyatt turns around--]

Jimmy Peckman: OH! Funky NAILS that moonsault DDT! Spectacular move! And there's the cover on Hyatt:

1...

2...

Jimmy Peckman: Only a two count before Jonesy Frost enters the ring and breaks it up. Jonesy hauling Funky upright slams his forearm into his face once, twice... and a NICE standing dropkick by Frost!

Larry Dots: Funky tumbles backward over Ashley Hyatt, who was crouching right behind him! Hyatt cradles him for the pin...

1...

2--

Jimmy Peckman: No! Only a two on that, as Funky kicks out. And Hyatt is now prudently scrambling his way over to his corner on hands and knees, hoping to make the tag to his fresher partner--

[But before Hyatt can slap the outstretched hand of Frost, Funky throws himself into the corner and knocks Jonesy off the apron.]

Larry Dots: Oh! Funky taking pre-emptive action right there!

Jimmy Peckman: That he did, and now he picks up Ashley, hooks him by the head... up and OVER with a vertical suplex-- No! Hyatt flipping through the move and landing on his feet, facing the other way! Hyatt rebounds off the ropes as Funky turns around--

[~SMACK!~]

Jimmy Peckman: JEBUS! CONNECTS with a running savate kick!

Larry Dots: Just about took his funkin' head off!

Jimmy Peckman: Funky's been flattened, and now Ashley dives for the corner, where Jonesy has just climbed back onto the apron aaand-- MAKES the tag!

[Jonesy Frost shoots into the ring like a bullet and stomps on the head of Funky before he can get up. Then he stoops down and lifts Funky all the way up, goes behind with a rear waist lock -- and FOLDS him with a bridging German suplex! Not content to hold the bridge, Jonesy rolls through the move, still holding onto the waist as he lifts Funky upright -- then he quickly changes his grip, hooking the arms in a double chickenwing.]

Jimmy Peckman: Whoa, Roar of the Tiger coming up already!

Larry Dots: Not *just* yet, Jimmy! Funky saw it coming and fought out of it!

[Indeed, Funky struggles and breaks free of the attempted tiger suplex, following up with a quick kick to the side of Jonesy Frost. He nails another kick to the other side, and then a jumping spin kick to the cheek, knocking Frost down. As Frost tries to climb to his feet, shaking his head to clear his rattled mind, Funky charges the ropes and rebounds -- and then Jonesy LEAPS off the canvas, catching the running Funky with a SNAPPING hurricanrana!]

Jimmy Peckman: WHAT a move by Jonesy Frost! Funky never saw it coming!

Larry Dots: Frost now signaling Hyatt to get in the ring...

[As Hyatt steps through the ropes, Frost drags Funky by the leg into a neutral corner. There, he picks up the FDF member, turns him upside down, and hangs him from the top turnbuckle in the Tree of Woe. Then Frost quickly dashes to the diagonally opposite corner, while Hyatt takes up position in the FoN corner. And they're both off! Jonesy and Ashley charge toward the helpless Funky -- but stop short and give him stereo kicks to the gut, keeping him stunned. FoN do simultaneous standing back flips -- and then they both lunge at Funky again!]

Jimmy Peckman: DAMN! SPEAR by Frost! LOW DROPKICK TO THE FACE by Hyatt! Funky had nowhere to go and he took ALL of that!

Larry Dots: You can't help being impressed by those idiots. The FoN idiots, I mean; not our idiots.

Jimmy Peckman: Hyatt returning to his corner as Frost pulls Funky down from the turnbuckle... he rolls him on his back and makes the cover!

1...

2...

Jimmy Peckman: Inferno makes the save with a low dropkick to the face of Jonesy Frost! Frost staggering to his feet as Inferno backs off a step, making come-on gestures... Jonesy with a look of irritation, rushes Inferno Kid-- OH! Inferno catches him! PLANTS Frost with a side chokeslam!

Larry Dots: Hell of a move there, and it could help shift things back in FDF's favor--

Jimmy Peckman: Whoa! Hyatt EXPLODING out of his corner and running right at Inferno! Spinning heel kick CONNECTS right to the jaw of the Inferno Kid, and he goes stumbling back into the ropes! Ashley with a head of steam -- CLOTHESLINES Inferno over the top rope, his own momentum carrying HIM over, too!

[Meanwhile, Funky is beginning to pick himself up off the canvas... and he spots Frost laid out. Instantly he throws himself over Frost for the cover.]

Jimmy Peckman: Funky going for the pin!

1...

2--

Jimmy Peckman: Shoulder up by Jonesy. Funky up on his feet -- DROPS a leg across the chest of Frost. Jonesy trying to get up after that, as Funky charges into the ropes, runs up behind him -- SCORES with a flipping neck snap, smacking Jonesy's face into the canvas again! Funky quickly picks him up, shoots him to the ropes -- SPINEBUSTER!

Larry Dots: NO! Jonesy slipped over Funky's shoulder, landing on his feet!

Jimmy Peckman: Funky whirls around, charging at Jonesy -- who lowers a shoulder and HURLS Funky over the top rope with a back body drop!

[Funky hits the pads at ringside with a painful SMACK. Meanwhile, at another part of the ringside area, Inferno and Ashley haven't stopped attacking each other. Hyatt has backed Inferno against the guardrail with unrelenting kicks; now taking a step back, Ashley darts forward and goes for a crescent kick to the face -- but Inferno ducks out of the way!]

Larry Dots: OUCH!

Jimmy Peckman: OUCH, is right, as Ashley Hyatt has just inadvertently crotched himself on the guardrail!

Larry Dots: I don't think there's gonna be any little Hyatt's running around any time soon... for which we should all be very, very grateful!

[Needless to say, the look on Ashley's face is downright excruciating. Taking advantage, Inferno hooks Hyatt's head in a front facelock, grabs him by the waistband, and suplexes him off the guardrail DOWN to the hard ringside floor.]

Jimmy Peckman: That's gonna leave a mark -- either on Hyatt, or on the floor.

[At the same time, Funky, having recovered from his fall, is trying to get back in the ring, but Jonesy grabs the top rope with both hands and plows both feet into the FDF member, sending him back down to the floor. Jonesy, still grasping the top rope, pulls back as if to slingshot himself to the outside -- but he happens to glance over to where Inferno is picking Hyatt off the floor.]

Larry Dots: Jonesy Frost controlling the ring for the moment, but Inferno is ALL over Ashley Hyatt here at ringside.

Jimmy Peckman: Indeed he is, and it looks like he's setting up Hyatt for a whip -- throws him directly into the ring steps! NO! Hyatt jumps ONTO the steps... and springs back with a spin! OH! NAILS Inferno with an enzuigiri to the back of Inferno's head!

Larry Dots: Kid's still got some fight in him, despite the smashing of his family jewels!

[Inferno spins around, staggered, and has to lean his elbows on the ring apron to stay upright. At that moment Jonesy Frost goes into action: running toward that side of the ring and diving feet-first through the ropes, catching Inferno about the head with his ankles -- and WHIPPING him across the ringside area with a swinging hurricanrana!]

Jimmy Peckman: AWESOME move by Jonesy Frost!

Larry Dots: Ashley Hyatt is giving his partner props for that--

Jimmy Peckman: WHOA! Look out for Funky!

[The other member of FDF has dashed around the side of the ring, vaulted up onto the ring steps -- and LAUNCHED himself off with a shooting star press, crashing on top of both members of Forces of Nature!]

Jimmy Peckman: Funky WIPING OUT Jonesy and Ashley with that SUICIDAL move!

Larry Dots: The guy's a certifiable maniac!

Jimmy Peckman: All four of these guys may well be! Funky now grabbing Frost by the head, hauling him up to his feet, and rolling him back in the ring... Funky slides in as well, and hooks the leg for the pin!

1...

2...

Jimmy Peckman: No! Jonesy kicks out before the three, but only just. Funky isn't giving him time to recover, though: he picks Frost up, sets him up in a standing head scissors, the lift aaand-- DRILLS him with a SHUDDERING tiger bomb! Jonesy Frost is laid out, and Funky's now pointing to the corner... looks like he's feeling froggy!

Larry Dots: He might as well; this is the perfect time for it!

[Funky quickly ascends to the top rope, pausing as he measures the distance between himself and Frost. Then he leaps with a somersault leg drop!]

Jimmy Peckman: HOUSTON HANGOVER!

Larry Dots: NO! Ashley Hyatt reached into the ring and dragged Frost out of the way! Funky got NOTHIN' BUT CANVAS!

Jimmy Peckman: Funky down on the mat, painfully nursing his back and hindquarters... meanwhile, Ashley Hyatt rushes over to return to his corner, desperately reaching over the top rope and shouting at his partner to make the tag. Inferno is back in his corner, too, and he's also calling for the tag. Both men in the ring crawling toward their respective partners... who's going to make the tag first?

Larry Dots: Funky's closer! He reaches up -- tags in Inferno!

Jimmy Peckman: Inferno rushing toward Frost -- but Frost with a last burst of effort, lunges for his corner and tags Hyatt!

[Hyatt bolts into the ring and meets Inferno halfway, both men exchanging blows in the middle of the ring. Inferno wins the exchange with a back elbow to Hyatt's jaw, and whips him into the ropes. Hyatt on the rebound, surprising Inferno with a spinning heel kick -- but Inferno ducks it at the last moment, and Ashley flies right over, hitting the canvas. Inferno is right on him as soon as he gets up, scooping Hyatt into his arms -- and then swinging him out and PLASTERING him into the mat with a slam!]

Jimmy Peckman: FIRE HALL SLAM! This could be it! Inferno with the cover--

1...

2...

3--

Jimmy Peckman: NO! Hyatt JUST escaping the three-count. Close one! But Inferno not about to let up now: he picks up the groggy Hyatt by the hair and leads him to the FDF corner, where he tags off to Funky. Funky getting in the ring now and setting up Hyatt in a rear waist lock -- OH! WHIPS him back with a release German suplex! Good GRIEF, that's gotta hurt! But Inferno is right in position, grabbing Hyatt's legs as he lands and hauling him up in wheelbarrow position -- SWINGS him up and DROPS him throat-first across the top rope! Then he swings him back toward the inside of the ring and PLANTS him with a reverse powerbomb!

Larry Dots: Inferno and Funky are OBLITERATING Ashley Hyatt with their patented Fire Dance tandem move, and Funky's on the top rope, ready to finish it with a frog splash!

Jimmy Peckman: NO! Jonesy Frost running across the ring! He leaps up to the top rope -- SMACKS Funky with a kick to the head! Funky loses his balance -- CROTCHES himself up there! And Frost jumps back down to the ring, where Inferno Kid is already half on his feet... He catches Frost! SPLATTERS him with a spinebuster!

Larry Dots: NASTY impact right there!

Jimmy Peckman: Inferno taking a second to catch his breath... but Ashley Hyatt is slowly getting to his feet, shaking off the cobwebs...

[Hyatt spots Inferno, and takes off into the ropes. Inferno turns around just as Hyatt rebounds -- Hyatt swinging his legs up, catches Inferno about the head with a head scissors, and uses his momentum to swing around in a circle, with the helpless Inferno acting as a pivot.]

Jimmy Peckman: Ashley practically ORBITING Inferno's head like a satellite! Hyatt with a quick shift of position... DROPS Inferno with an Ace Crusher!

Larry Dots: That was AMAZING!

[The torque and momentum of the move causes Inferno to roll out of the ring. Shaking his head and swaying a little from the lingering dizziness of his last move, Ashley Hyatt helps Jonesy Frost up... and both turn to look at Funky, who is very gingerly trying to extricate himself from his painful situation. Immediately, both members of FoN scale the ropes, hook Funky up in a double front facelock, and grab two handfuls of the man's waistband.]

Jimmy Peckman: HERE WE GO! DOUBLE SUPERPLEX!

[~WHAM!~]

Jimmy Peckman: HUGE IMPACT! That's GOT to be it for Funky!

[Jonesy and Ashley get up, bringing the demolished Funky to his feet. Frost goes behind with a rear waist lock, heaving him UP for a German suplex -- but in mid-execution, Hyatt leaps up with a reverse hurricanrana, SPIKING Funky on the top of his head!]

Jimmy Peckman: WIND AND FIRE! DEVASTATING!

Larry Dots: Jonesy quickly going to the side of the ring to block Inferno from getting back in, while Ashley turns Funky over for the cover!

1...

2...

3!!!

[Ding, ding, ding!]

Jimmy Peckman: And that's the end of that!

[The referee retrieves the WWA World Tag Team Titles from ringside and presents them to Ashley Hyatt and Jonesy Frost. The Forces of Nature duo hold the belts aloft, looking duly proud of themselves.]

Zorana Blair: Your winners... and STILL WWA World Tag Team Champions... THE FORCES OF NATURE!

Jimmy Peckman: That they are, Larry, and it was a convincing victory for those boys.




Match Three - Sadistic Dreams day one Deke Rivers Vs. "Ruthless" Wally Renfield for the SWF Heavyweight title




(Camera jumps to an arena bathroom where Renfield can be seen staring at himself in the mirror.)

RENFIELD: C'mon Renny...this is the main event you've been waiting for your whole life. This is the turning point for your career. Make the most of it. Prove to the world that Warpath wasn't just a fluke. Prove to them that you are the only person who deserves to be SWF Heavyweight Champion.

(Renfield pauses for a moment.)

RENFIELD: Look at that face. Look at that godlike face. Through all your years of fighting, your face has remained unscathed. Tonight, you fight in a first blood match. Do you really want to look in this very same mirror and see blood trickling down your forehead? Do you want to see your nose pointing in the wrong direction? Do you want to see a patch over one eye?

(Renfield shakes his head.)

RENFIELD: No. Tonight, you won't bleed Renfield. You won't bleed and you won't scar. Tonight, you take Deke Rivers down to the ring and you show him that his Double Crown Title doesn't mean shit. Tonight, you beat him like a dog that just shit on your carpet. Tonight, you show him exactly how RUTHLESS YOU CAN BE!!!

(Renfield slams his fist on the porcelain sink and the camera jumps back to the ring.)

Zorana Blair: Weighing in at two hundred and fifty five pounds, hailing from Syracuse, New York, he is the former WWA Double Crown champion and is the number one contender to the Sadistic Wrestling Federation Heavyweight championship…. Without any further ado HERE IS "THE BLACK LAMB" DEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKEEEEEEEEEE RRRRRIIIIIVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEERRRSSSSS!!!!!!!!!

The lights drop low, and flashing green lights circle through the arena, slowly exposing the poor faces of the SWF fans.
Lately I've been wandering Off the narrow path You have given me so many things that I've never had And all in all I know it's you that always pulls me through If you reach deep inside you'll see my heart is true

The lights come in a second, and the green lights fall off into a black hole somewhere. The face of Deke Rivers is shown as he stands on the top of the ramp way and soaks in the boos from the crowd.
Cause I hate the way I feel tonight And I know I need you in my life Yes I hate the way I feel inside And I promise to make the sacrifice

Deke Rivers slowly walks down the ramp way while his eyes are fixed on his opponent in the ring, and never lets that fix go. A voice settles under the song, "Come on." Deke stops at the edge of the ring with the fixed stare, and begins to smirk.
The world I know is pulling me more and more each day I feel like the odd man out as I begin to pray Spiteful eyes are watching me With everything I do In the midst of darkness Lord My spirit calls for you

Deke walks up the ring steps and across the apron. He slowly steps through the ropes. You know sometimes deep inside (I feel like this)

Jimmy Peckman: This is going to be an exciting match!

Larry Dots: THIS MATCH WILL BE THE BEST EVER IN THE SWF!

Zorana Blair: And his opponent weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds hailing from Detroit, Michigan he is the former Sadistic Wrestling Federation International champion, and is the current Sadistic Wrestling Federation's HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! Ladies and Gentleman the true savior of the SWF, here comes "RUTHLESS" WAAAAALYYYY RENFIELDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!

(The whole arena goes pitch black and the crowd grows silent. "Welcome To My Nightmare" by Alice Cooper begins to play through the audio systems.)

Welcome to my nightmare
I think you're gonna like it
I think you're gonna feel, you belong...

(A single red spotlight and a single green spot light begin shining just at the top of the entranceway.)

We sweat and laugh and scream here
Cuz life is just a dream here
you're gonna feel at home, cuz you belong...
Welcome to my nightmare...whoa oh oh oh

(The entranceway become completely illuminated by a string of white lights dancing wildly as the pace of the song picks up. Renfield emerges from the backstage area.)

Welcome to my breakdown...
I hope I didn't scare you
that's just the way we are...when we come down...

(Renfield begins to walk down to the ring the ring and the red and green spotlights follow him. He hops onto the ring apron and steps inside, making his way to the center of the ring.)

We like to laugh and scream here...
Cuz life is just a dreeeeeeaaaam...here...
You know inside you feel...right at home...here...
Welcome to my nightmare...
Yeah...welcome to my nightmare...yeahhhh...
Welcome to my...

(A blaze of fireworks begin blasting, starting at the beginning of the entranceway and making its way down towards the ring. The whole display is topped off with shower of sparks emerging from the four ring posts. 2 of which are red and 2 of which are green opposite of each other. Finally, all the lights in the arena turn back on.)

BREAKDOWN!!!!

DING! DING!

Jimmy Peckman: So it begins!

Larry Dots: Either the journey continues for Wally tonight… Or he will try to pick up the pieces at Sadistic Dreams Day two!

Jimmy Peckman: Even if Deke loses he has the chance to remain the number one contender at Day two!

[The two men begin to circle each other and eye each other trying to match one another. Finally they hook up and try to over power each other, Deke Rivers gets the advantage and kicks Renfield in the stomach and lets go of Wally's arms. He grabs him and tosses him into the ropes; Renfield comes flying back towards Deke… River's tries for a clothesline but Renfield slides underneath Rivers and drop kicks him in the back.]

Jimmy Peckman: Wally isn't going to let Deke Rivers get the early advantage there is no way in hell!

[The two men tie up again when Rivers is pulled to his feet. After they try to prove their power to one another Wally jabs his finger into Deke's eye and runs to the turnbuckle. Wally jumps off and takes Deke down with a monkey flip.]

Larry Dots: Nice momentum from the champion hopefully he can keep it up!

[Wally celebrates his move while hovering above Deke Rivers, but Deke nails him with a low blow and then with a quick jawbreaker. Renfield is now lying on his back holding his jaw as Deke is laying the boots into him. Rivers climbs to the middle post and jumps off landing a knee drop to Wally's chest.]

Larry Dots: That's what I would like to see more often! Make it so your opponent cant breath that way he cannot win!

[Deke turns back over to Wally and lands an elbow drop to the chest and then drags him to his feet. You can tell Renfield is in pain and he gets taken down with a clothesline. Rivers slides to the outside and grabs a steel chair and tosses it back into the ring. Wally gets to his feet as Deke is ascending to the top turnbuckle post, Wally turns around and Deke dives up nailing a missile dropkick. Rivers picks up the chair and watches "Ruthless" Wally Renfield climb to his feet. He begins to swing the chair but Renfield super kicks the chair back into the face of Deke Rivers.]

Jimmy Peckman: Is he bleeding?!

Larry Dots: I doubt it… I mean it will take more then that for Deke Rivers to bleed.

[They both make to their feet and stand there staggering. Deke shaking his head, and Wally rubbing his ribs. Deke and Wally exchange punches in a wildfire fistfight, and it ends with both men finally giving up, as there was no one the winner. They lock up, and Deke takes the grapple. He puts Wally in a headlock, but Wally wraps his leg around Deke's and slams Deke down with a simple takedown. The fans cheer a bit as Deke gets up shocked a bit, but jumps right back into a grapple. Wally takes advantage and takes Deke down again with a takedown. Deke gets up shocked again, and Wally begins to get into his head. The fans are loving every minute of it.]

[Wally charges at Deke who is in the corner, but Deke moves and Wally slams hard into the corner. The impact is so hard that Wally drops the crowd, and the fans are holding their mouth, after just thinking of feeling that one. Deke picks Wally up and delivers a few chops to the chest before hitting him with a dangerous DDT. Deke flips Wally over and pounds on Wally's head for a while. He then hits Wally with a massive leg drop, and the fans boo as Deke is taking this match over.]

Larry Dots: Do you hear the boos in the arena tonight?

Jimmy Peckman: Yeah, these people really hate Deke. But, he could be our future champion if Wally can't bounce back from this one.

[Deke pulls Wally to his feet by his hair and whips him into the ropes. Renfield comes charging back full steam and lands a huge clothesline on Deke Rivers almost taking his head off. Renfield with a bolt of energy picks Deke up and suplexes him once, then picks him up again and nails another suplex. Wally picks Deke up one more time and nails a release german suplex and then Renfield collapses.]

Jimmy Peckman: Wally had a burst of energy and made Deke pay!

[Both men slowly get back to their feet at opposite ends of the ring. Slowly stumbling, they meet in the center. They tie up, more like leaning on each other. Rivers knees Renfield in the midsection, staggering him momentarily. Rivers attempts a haymaker, but Renfield dodges under, landing a super kick of his own. Renfield hits a drop toehold and slides outside. He grabs Rivers by his leg and drags Deke outside.]

[Renfield begins to walk towards the stairs to get back into the ring to catch his breath. But Rivers runs, but Renfield counters with a drop toe hold, bouncing Rivers's face solidly off the steel steps outside. STILL NO BLOOD! Renfield grabs Rivers by the back of the head and slams his face into the steps not once, not twice, but 5 times.]

Jimmy Peckman: Deke still not bleeding after his head smacked the cold and uncaring steps.

Larry Dots: Like I said… It will take a lot more then that to make Deke Rivers bleed!

[Renfield grabs Deke Rivers and tosses him into the ring… Wally makes his way in after tossing a chair into the ring. He watches Deke climb to his feet as Renfield charges full speed at Rivers...SPEAR! As Rivers rolls around in agony, Renfield jumps outside and grabs a steel chair. Rivers finally gets back to his feet only to be met with a crack to the skull. Flat on his back, the chair is laid over Rivers face. Renfield climbs the far turnbuckle...leaping off...RENNY DELUXE ONTO THE STEEL CHAIR!!!]

Larry Dots: DEKE RIVERS IS STILL NOT BLEEDING THIS MAN IS IMMORTAL!

[Frustration forms over the face of Wally Renfield as he leans back and kicks Deke Rivers in the face several times… Alls Rivers does is smile as he enjoys the pain he has suffered so far in this match.]

[Rivers is face down on the mat. Renfield climbs on top of him and locks him in a cobra clutch. Rivers yell out in pain, but it's all no matter for he can't give up in a first blood match. Renfield hops up and slams himself on Rivers spine before releasing the hold. Coming off the ropes, Renfield dropkicks the fallen Rivers in the side of the head.]

[Wally slides to the outside and grabs a table from underneath the ring. He sets it up and climbs back into the ring. Renfield drags Deke to his feet and picks up for a powerbomb, but Rivers escapes and knees Wally in the back a few times. He nails a reverse DDT and pulls him back up and drags him up to the turnbuckle… Deke Rivers lifts Wally up into the air and holds for a few minutes before dropping off the turnbuckle out of the ring and through the table.]

----- !CRASH! -----

Jimmy Peckman: They both are motionless! Neither of the men are moving! How can Tai Haven watch this?

Larry Dots: Because these two will fight to the bitter death for the SWF Heavyweight championship title.

Jimmy Peckman: Well from what it looks like they both are dead.

[Both men start to stir a bit, as Deke Rivers is the first to his feet… He shakes his head a bit as Renfield gets to his feet. They both stare at each other a moment and start to trade punches. Wally gets the break as Deke Rivers stumbles back onto the announce table.]

Jimmy Peckman: They decided to bring this action right in front of us!

Larry Dots: Are you scared or something?

Jimmy Peckman: Yeah!

[Wally grabs Deke's arm and whips him into the side of the ring he grabs his arm again and whips him into the guardrail. Deke screams out in pain as his back hits the cold steel guardrails. Wally charges towards him and clotheslines him into the crowd.]

Jimmy Peckman: Listen to the crowd! They are all screaming their brains out for this action!

[Renfield hops onto the top of the guardrail and watches Deke Rivers arise to his feet. He turns around and Wally takes to the air and Deke Rivers jumps delivering a drop kick to Wally's midsection. Both men lay motionless for a moment as Deke and Wally get up at the same time and start fighting their way into the back.]

Larry Dots: This match is now starting to go somewhere!

Jimmy Peckman: Yeah to the back…

[Deke nails a low blow on Renfield and grabs a steel pipe from underneath a table. He smacks it onto the spine of Wally several times before he collapses on the floor. Deke pulls Renfield up by his hair and runs his head into the brick wall a few times and checks to see if he is bleeding. But as Ruthless as Wally is he isn't bleeding.]

Jimmy Peckman: Now that's just wrong, any normal person would be bleeding right now!

Larry Dots: Well that's the SWF Heavyweight champion… He isn't normal… We figured that out when he was the International champion.

Jimmy Peckman: Indeed.

[Finally Wally escapes the grasp of Rivers and rams his head into the wall a few times… But as monstrous as Deke is he isn't bleeding either.]

Jimmy Peckman: They are going to need a knife to make each other bleed!

[They begin to fight down a long narrow hallway and they come into a huge dining room. A few people are seen in there but scatter to one side and watch as these two men brawl. Wally scoops Deke up and slams him through a table… Deke drags himself up a moment after and clotheslines Wally. Wally shoots right up and runs towards Deke who grabs him and picks him for and nails a running powerbomb. The SWF Heavyweight champion lays motionless and does Deke Rivers.]

Larry Dots: COME ON ONE OF YOU BLEED DAMN IT!

Jimmy Peckman: Both men want to be the champion but only one of them can!

Larry Dots: Thanks for that information I didn't think they knew that.

Jimmy Peckman: O shut up, look!

[Deke stands up and falls on his back starring up at the dinning room lights. Wally staggers up and stands straight and drags Deke out of the room by his legs. They are now fighting near a flight of stairs… Wally smiles as he picks Deke Rivers up and tosses him down a flight of stairs. The back of his head smacks the wall and he sits down motionless. Renfield slides down the arm post and knees Deke in the jaw and you hear nothing but a loud pop.]

Jimmy Peckman: THAT WAS SICK!

Larry Dots: More like sadistic.

Jimmy Peckman: If they go down one more flight of stairs they will becoming back out here!

Jimmy Peckman: You're just so funny tonight!

[Renfield rolls Deke down another flight of stairs and slowly walks down them himself. Deke Rivers surprisingly springs to his feet and he pushes Wally through the door. They fight and fight until the come stumbling out through the curtains onto the ramp. Deke nails his dangerous DDT on Wally. He rolls Wally over and there still isn't any blood! Deke picks Wally up and places him on his shoulder and runs down the ramp towards the turnbuckle post he attempts to ram him head first into it, but Wally frees himself and sends Rivers shoulder first into the post. Renfield grabs Deke's legs and pulls them making his chin smack the stairs that lead up to the ring.]

Larry Dots: Deke River is going to need a new jaw after this match is over… Hell they both will need a few new body parts when this comes to an end.

Jimmy Peckman: That is probably the smartest thing you have ever said.

[Wally grabs Deke and tosses him into the ring. Renfield climbs up the turnbuckle post again and jumps off trying for a five-star frog splash, but Deke gets his legs up right in time causing them to collide with Wally's ribs. Deke quickly slides to the outside and notices two pitchers of water… One half empty the other full. He grabs them and goes back into the ring where Renfield is no longer in. Deke sets both pitchers down and turns to look on the outside.]

Jimmy Peckman: Wally just slid back into the ring!

Larry Dots: He just picked up both pitchers of water!

[He taps Deke Rivers on the shoulder who turns around and gets a pitcher to the forehead and it shatters all over the place. Wally slams the other one across his forehead again and there is blood!]

Jimmy Peckman: DEKE RIVERS IS BLEEDING!

Larry Dots: THIS MATCH IS OVER!

DING! DING DING!

Zorana Blair: Here is your winner and STILL THE SWF HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… "Ruthless" WALLLLLYYYYY RENFIEEEELLLDDDDD!!!!!!!!!

[Deke Rivers springs at Wally Renfield who is holding his belt in the air. Rivers grabs a piece of glass and slices it across Wally's head. Deke picks up the SWF Heavyweight championship title and waits for Wally to get to his feet. He does and Deke slams the belt into his head a few times. Rivers heads to the outside and goes under the ring finding a sheet of glass and handcuffs. He slides the glass into the ring and keeps the handcuffs in his hand.]

Jimmy Peckman: HE LOST HIS MIND! WHAT IS HE DOING?

Larry Dots: I don't know… But both men are bleeding really BAD.

[Rivers handcuffs Wally to the turnbuckle and places the sheet of glass in front of him as he goes back under the ring he comes out with a baseball bat. Deke swings the bat right into the glass and it cuts Wally in several other places.]

Jimmy Peckman: This cannot be good leading into Day two of Sadistic Dreams!

[Deke leaves the ring with the SWF Heavyweight championship… as we fade to the Sadistic Dreams logo.]




Match Two - SWF Meltdown "Shooter" Jason Lockhart Vs. Chris Saint Vs. Dan Easton for the SWF Heavyweight title.




Jimmy Peckman: We just got word from Ray Masters that Ronin is officially retired thanks to Deke Rivers breaking his neck… Ronin is now on his way to the hospital, and will hopefully recover to one hundred percent!

Larry Dots: THE MAIN EVENT!

Peckman: With that over, that leaves just one match remaining here tonight.

Dots: And oh what a match it shall be.

Peckman: In what is sure to be the greatest match in SWF history.

[A video segment begins to play. A clip of Chris Saints return to the SWF when he attacked Funky, Renfield and Easton in the middle of the ring is shown.]

Peckman: Three men vi it out for the top prize of the Michigan region, the SWF heavyweight title.

[Clips of Chris Saint walking away with the SWF heavyweight title from ringside after stealing it from Dan Easton.]

Peckman: Easton owns it, Saint and Lockhart wants it.

[Clips of Dan Easton fighting Chris Saint.]

Peckman: Lockhart earned his title shot, the old fashion way.

[Clip of Wally Renfield and Jason Lockhart tossing Dan Easton over the top rope in the battle royal a few weeks back. Then Lockhart being tossed over the top rope by Renfield.]

Peckman: Lockhart has the momentum on his side.

[Clip of Easton being pinned by Lockhart, in the non title match up.]

Peckman: But inside the giant structure known as the Coliseum Cage...

[Clip of the cage being lowered around the ring. The giant structure over shadowing the crowd and dwarfing the ring.]

Peckman: Anything can happen. No pin falls, no submissions, the winner is the last man left standing, plain and simple. Who has the drive to survive? Who wants it the most?

[Clip of the SWF Heavyweight title.]

Peckman: Will we see the crowning of a new champion, or will Easton prove he still has what it takes? We are just going to have to wait and see...
[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 our SWF savior Chris Saint. His long blonde hair is down covering his face. ]

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. Saint slowly begins to walk down the ramp. He never takes his eyes off of the ring. ]

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 climbs into the ring, steps through the door of the cage and walks 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 new large panther tattoo is on his back. On his right chest muscle reads "Revenge" in blood red ink.]

Dots: Chris Saint looks ready for battle.

Peckman: And a battle it shall surely be.

("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 entrance way, 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 Franchise of the PNW is now the SWF 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 and even some of his amateur wrestling shots like his 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 PNW "Locked Hart" t-shirt over his singlet 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

Announcer: 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

Announcer: A former amateur World Champion, PNW Heavyweight champion, PNW Oregon State champion, and PNW Tag Team champion, as well as a WWA World Tag Team champion and internationally renowned wrestling superstar...

#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

Announcer: "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, as a burst of pyros from the ring posts flare up, he climbs the steps, steps through the cage door, and steps 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 also has the PNW Heavyweight title strapped around his waist for his entrance. He then takes off the medals and his shirt, as well as the PNW Heavyweight title and looks at the referee, ready to begin.)

Dots: For someone that thinks himself to be the hero, he sure carries alot of villian attributes. Actually makes me want to like the guy sometimes.

Peckman: He may just need them inside the Coliseum.

[Blackness.]

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

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

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

### It just takes time... ###
### Something's got to give... ###
### Don't let the negative... ###


Announcer: And now making his way to the ring. Formerly one half of the BRAWL Tag Team champions, USx Elite Champion, USx United States Champion, ACW Georgia State Champion, AWA Heavyweight Champion, HW Heavyweight Champion, TSW Heavyweight champion...

### steal the blue out of the sky... ###

Announcer: SWF International Champion, SWF Hardcore Champion, First ever SWF Sadistic Champion, and current reigning SWF HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... DAN EATON!!!

[Music picks up more as Dan Easton in a black and white singlet, black wrestling boots, a single black elbow pad on his left elbow, black framed Oakley sunglasses and the SWF Heavyweight title strapped around his waist, steps from the back. The growing familiar face of Jennifer, dressed in a black sequined dress, accompanies Dan out.]

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

[Dan and Jen begin to make their way to the ring. Dan pauses occasionally to look out at the fans from behind his shades.]

### This is Life, this is it... ###
### It's not everything you want... ###
### It's everything you can't believe in... ###

[The two pause half way down, look up at the monstrous cage surrounding the ring, Jen leans into Dan and gives him a kiss on the cheek, then heads to the back as Dan continues his way to the ring.]

### It's not worth leaving... ###
### Yeah this is life, once again... ###
### It's been knocking at your door... ###
### You ought to let it in.. ###
### It's not worth wasting, it's time you faced it... ###

[Dan makes it to the ring, climbs the steps and steps in through the door of the cage. Once inside, Dan unstraps the title belt tosses it to the ref, removes his shades tossing them out of the cage door, stares over at Saint, then at Lockhart, cracks his trademark sinister grin, and prepares to do battle.]

Dots: A man you can never count out of any battle until the final bell sounds.

Peckman: The self proclaimed largest man in the WfWA, sure knows how to wrestle that is for sure.

[The ref outside the ring locks the door to the cage.]

Dots: Self proclaimed? Just like at the size of him, he's a monster compared to just about everyone in the WfWA. He surely outsizes anyone else in pure muscle mass beyond a doubt.

Peckman: He also has likely the biggest ego and temper to back it up to.

[Lockhart charges towards Easton, but is caught by a running clothesline by the faster Chris Saint.]

Dots: Lockhart wanted an early piece of Easton, but the faster Saint decided he had better plans.

[Saint turns and is met with a running clothesline to match his own by Easton.]

Peckman: Easton's never one to just sit back.

[Lockhart takes Easton down with a leg sweep from the mat.]

Dots: Looks like everyone is on offence here tonight.

[All three regain their feet. Lockhart and Easton Lock up in the middle of the ring, as Saint climbs to the first level of the cage.]

Peckman: Saint going up a level as Easton and Lockhart have each other occupied. Might be a smart move by the smallest man in the ring.

[Lockhart tries for a suplex but Easton blocks it by hooking Lockhart's leg. Easton tries for a suplex of his own, but Lockhart catches him with a knee to the midsection. The two release the lock up, and Lockhart strikes Easton with a right fist. Easton counters with a right of his own.]

Dots: We all knew this would become a brawl, I just didn't think it would start not less that two minutes into the match.

[As the two stand exchanging blows, Chris Saint runs and dives off the first level of the cage catching both Easton and Lockhart with a 540 splash.]

CROWD CHANT: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Peckman: Saint may have a game plan.

[Saint spring to his feet, as Easton and Lockhart are slow to theirs. Saint fires at Easton with a dropkick to the knee sending him back to the mat. Saint charges towards Lockhart as he makes his feet, and is quickly catches him with a side belly to belly suplex.]

Dots: DAMN!

Peckman: I thought Saint had something going, but Lockhart quickly put a damper on that.

[Lockhart glances over at Easton, who seems to have injured his knee from the dropkick, Lockhart smiles, and turns his attention to Saint. Lockhart quickly locks a sharp shooter on Saint.]

Dots: That surely won't win him this match, but it may play a factor later on.

[Lockhart glances over towards Easton once more, and is quickly met with a shoulder block like clothesline from Easton.]

Peckman: Easton nearly took Lockhart's head off with that move.

Dots: All three men have surely brought their A game here tonight, even after Summer Games.

[Easton pulls Lockhart to his feet, hoist Lockhart above his shoulder in a gorilla press, and tosses him head first into the steel cage.]

Peckman: Easton using both his strength and the steel cage as a weapon.

Dots: Easton is the only man to have ever wrestled in this type of match before still wrestling today.

Peckman: So he says...

[Easton stalks over towards the fallen Lockhart, but is caught with a chop block type move to the back of the knee by Saint. As Easton falls to the mat, Saint quickly locks on a single leg boston crab on the hit knee.]

Peckman: Saint focusing on the knee of Easton. A submission like hold, but again not a move that will win you this match.

Dots: Unless of course you break the legs of your opponent, at which point he will no longer be standing.

Peckman: Valid point.

[Easton grimace in obvious pain as Saint continues to apply the pressure.]

Dots: Even if submissions were allowed in this match, I doubt you would see Easton tap. Most men would be screaming like a little school girl in that hold.

[Lockhart makes it to his feet as blood begins to run down his face. As Lockhart realizes this fact the look on his face turns to one of anger. Lockhart moves towards the back of Saint, grabs him around the waist, hoists him into the air causing Saint to release the leg of Easton and tosses him backwards with a german suplex. Saint lands on the mat hard.]

Peckman: Saint took that shot pretty hard to the back of the head.

[Lockhart rolls back to his feet and charges towards Easton who is slowly getting back to his feet. Lockhart grabs Easton around the waist and goes for a German suplex, but Easton hooks the leg and spins around for a German suplex of his own, which in turn Lockhart counters with a back elbow.]

Dots: Both these men accomplished amateur wrestlers, Lockhart more so than Easton, but neither man is a slouch when it comes to counter moves.

[Lockhart spins round and goes for a belly to belly suplex, Easton hooks the leg once more and counter with his own overhead belly to belly suplex. Saint makes it to his feet and takes the opportunity once more to climb to the first level of the cage. Easton turns to see Saint climbing and begins to climbs the adjacent side of the cage.]

Dots: We may see our the first move on the scaffold section of the cage here shortly.

Peckman: I sure hope it holds up.

[As Saint makes the first level he turns to find Easton climbing the other side, and begins to run around to meet him.]

Dots: Well we know it can take 215 pounds running on it.

[Easton makes it to the top and Lockhart regains his feet and notices that Easton and Saint have both made it up to the first level of the cage and begins to climb up after them. Saint charges towards Easton with a full head of steam. Saint dives at Easton with a cross body block, but Easton catches him and takes a step back to regain his feet, before slamming Saint to the scaffold with a reverse fallaway slam.]

Peckman: Easton showing his strength once more, that can't be good for the back of Saint.

Dots: No metal and bone really don't mix very well at high force.

[Easton grabs Saint by the ears and slams his head backwards into the scaffold.]

Dots: Saint is going to need something more than extra strength Tylenol after this match.

Peckman: I am sure all three will.

[Lockhart makes it to the first level and charges towards Easton. Easton charges at Lockhart with a clothesline, but Lockhart ducks under and grabs hold of the back of Easton's head and quickly delivers a shoulder neck breaker.]

Peckman: I can't tell who has the advantage here so far.

[A groggy Saint regains his feet and stubbles to the edge of the scaffold, Lockhart grabs him by the arm and Irish whips him back first into the cage. The impact shakes the entire structure. Saint cringes in pain as he drops to his knees.]

Dots: Saint really taking a beating on his back.

[Lockhart continues to bleed from the forehead as he pulls Easton to his feet and Irish whips him towards Saint. Saint gain enough wit and ducks under the charging Easton sending him face first into the cage. Saint regains his feet as Lockhart makes it to Easton. Saint and Lockhart grab Easton and deliver a double spine buster like suplex on Easton.]

Peckman: I think Easton is out of it.

[Saint looks up at the next level of the cage then towards Lockhart. The two begin to climb to the next level together, both trying to beat the other to the top.]

Dots: Looks like they both want to see what this structure can really do.

[Lockhart the slightly less injured makes it to the top first, but not by much. Lockhart grabs Saint and hoist him in a fireman's carry and begins to run.]

Peckman: MY GOD NO!!!

[Lockhart goes for what looks like a death valley driver but Saint slides his head out and counters with a crossface submission. The shift in weight pushes Lockhart to the scaffold, as Easton slowly gets back to his feet.]

Dots: Easton may have been down, but not out.

[Easton shakes off the cob webs, and searches for his prey.]

Peckman: I don't think Easton liked being double teamed.

Dots: If Lockhart and Saint were smarter they would have done that from the start and taken the current champion out of the running right off the bat.

Peckman: I never even thought of that.

Dots: That's why they pay me the big bucks.

[Easton spots Saint and Lockhart, and begins to climb to the next level. Lockhart tries to muscle his way out of the hold but Saint counters by shifting his weight and the pressure of Lockhart's trapped arm. As Easton makes the top, Lockhart powers his way up to his feet and catches Saint with a sidewalks slam.]

Peckman: Once again Saint's back is introduced to the hard steel that is the scaffolding. Someone could get seriously injured here tonight, what was the SWF board of directors thinking sanctioning this match?

Dots: Have they ever been a group to actually do any thinking?

[Easton charges towards Lockhart as Lockhart tries to shake out the stiffness in his arm. Easton goes for another running clothesline and again Lockhart ducks under and catches him with a shoulder neck breaker, this time however Easton reaches back and grabs Lockhart's head and both men deliver the neck breaker on the other.]

Dots: DOUBLE SHOULDER NECK BREAKER!

Peckman: All three men pulling out all the stops here tonight.

[All three men slowly regain their feet, all showing signs of battle. Saint springs off his feet and catches both Easton and Lockhart with a drop kick that sends both back first into the steel cage. The cage shakes with the impact.]

Peckman: I sure hope the cage with stands these types of impacts. I hope it was reinforced from it original design to accommodate the extra man in the match.

[Saint flies at Easton and lands another dropkick to the knee. As Saint regains his feet Lockhart grabs him by the back of the head and drives him face first into the cage. As Saint stumbles backwards, blood begins to flow from his forehead. Lockhart catches him Saint with a boot to the midsection and quickly follows it up with a dragon suplex.]

Dots: Saints back is really taking a beat up there.

Peckman: And so is this cage.

[Lockhart rolls back to his feet and is quickly locked up by Easton who hoists him into the air in a suplex like position. Easton holds him there for a few seconds, then drops him down with a power slam barely missing Saint as he rolls out of the way.]

Peckman: Lockhart back is now introduced to the steel that is the scaffold.

[Saint slowly regains his feet and is quickly met by Easton who locks him up and looks to be ready to deliver the same move that he just did on Lockhart. As Easton begins to hoist Saint up, Saint kick his feet and lands a stiff boot to the groin of Easton, who falls to his knees. Using the momentum Saint drives Easton's head into the scaffold.]

Peckman: I am not so sure anyone of them can take much more of this punishment.

Dots: Yeah but I doubt anyone of them will give it up until they no longer have a choice.

[Saint gets back to his feet and sees Lockhart as he is slowly getting back to his. Saint turns his attention towards Lockhart. As Lockhart regains his feet he is met with a series of punches by Lockhart that sends him sprawling into the cage. As Saint continues with the punches, Lockhart ducks on, and counters with a belly to back suplex that sends Saint neck and back first into the cage.]

Peckman: This is becoming a blood bath.

[Easton regains his feet, showing blood pouring from his nose.]

Dots: I think Easton's nose is broken.

[Easton wipes the blood from under his nose, looks at it on his hands, and smiles sadistically. Lockhart turns his attention towards Easton the two lock up as Easton begins to over power Lockhart knees him in the midsection and goes for a short arm clothesline, but Easton ducks under and goes for a german suplex, which Lockhart counters, with a go behind and tries for one of his own. Easton hooks the legs and stops Lockhart from delivering before landing a back elbow. As Easton spins around to meet Lockhart, the two are caught off guard by Saint who level both of them with a double flying clothesline, and rolls through rising back to his feet.]

Peckman: I don't think either man were expecting Saint to get back up so quickly.

[Saint grabs Lockhart by the arm, places a knee on the inside of Lockhart's elbow, then jumps down smashing Lockhart's elbow into the scaffold. Lockhart rolls in obvious pain holding his elbow.]

Dots: Saint seems to be focusing on the arm of Lockhart and the knee of Easton. Could be his game plan here.

[Saint dives at Easton with a shoulder block to the knee, but Easton Leans down catching him and quickly delvers a suplex toss that sends Saint flying off the highest scaffold.]

CROWD CHANT: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

[Saint scrambles and grabs on to the scaffold that spans across the ring.]

CROWD CHANT: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Peckman: Saint just barely grabbed that scaffold, no telling what would have happened had he fail to grab it and plunged to the ring below.

[Lockhart shakes tries to shake off the pain in his elbow as he regains his feet, and moves towards Easton as he gets to his. The two begin to exchange blows before Easton catches Lockhart with a knee to the midsection. Easton goes for a DDT but Lockhart counters with a forearm to the groin. Lockhart quickly fires off a over head belly to belly suplex on Easton.]

Dots: You realize had Saint not been in this match, this would have been the battle of the suplex machines?

Peckman: Both Lockhart and Easton are very proficient in the fine art of the suplex that is for. But all three are very handy at counter move wrestling.

[Saint struggles to pull himself up on the scaffold as Lockhart and Easton get back to their feet, Lockhart beating Easton in doing so. Again the two begin to exchange blows, and once more Easton gains the advantage with a well target knee to the gut of Lockhart. This time Easton quickly follows up with a power bomb on Lockhart, but holds on and hoists him back up into the air.]

Peckman: My god, that 265 pounds Easton just pulled up.

[Easton delivers another powerbomb, and once again hoist Lockhart back up.]

Dots: It's the Maximum Impact a new finisher by Easton, I think he is looking to finish off Lockhart.

[Easton delivers another powerbomb, and yet again hoists Lockhart up.]

Peckman: Lockhart's head is just smashing off the steel scaffold.

Dots: And Easton will try for two more before he is finished.

[Easton delivers the forth powerbomb, and again hoists Lockhart back into the air.]

Peckman: Lockhart is surely out of it.

[Some how Lockhart lands a right fist to the nose of Easton, and slides out of his grasp landing back on his feet on the scaffold. Easton stumbles backwards and falls off the upper level of scaffold to the first level below. As Easton lands, the entire structure shakes causing Saint to loose his balance and tumble back over the side of the scaffold, holding on with one hand.]

CROWD CHANT: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Dots: The crowd is just eating this up.

[Lockhart move to the edge of the scaffold and stares down at Easton as he lies there. Saint looks down at the ring below, unsure if he can climb back up once more, and release his grip. As he falls feet first, he prepares for the impact and rolls through when he lands, trying to minimize any damage. As Lockhart stares down at Easton with a smile plaster on his face, he sees Easton begin to stir. As the smile on his face fades away, Lockhart dives off the scaffold with an elbow. Easton shakes the cob webs enough to realize what is coming ,and rolls out of the way, leaving nothing but steel for Lockhart and his elbow. Lockhart tries to stop the impact, but his momentum over comes his ability and he lands elbow first into the scaffold.]

CROWD CHANT: EES! DUBBYA! EEF! EES! DUBBYA! EEF! EES! DUBBYA! EEF! EES! DUBBYA! EEF! EES! DUBBYA! EEF!

Peckman: Lockhart may have fractured his elbow with that impact.

Dots: I want to know what he was thinking diving off with the same elbow that Saint was working on earlier.

Peckman: Diving fifteen feet off a steel structure onto another steel structure... Not so certain he was thinking at all.

[Lockhart slowly gets to his feet holding his left elbow, as Easton very slowly gets to his feet still trying to shake off the dizziness. Saint gets back to his feet and seems to be favoring his right leg.]

Peckman: all three of these men are bleeding and hurt, honestly who ever wins this, may not be able to defend the SWF Heavyweight title any time soon.

Dots: That is definitely a possibility.

[Lockhart pushes aside the pain in his elbow and begins to land right hands to the face of Easton, causing what seems to be a broken nose of Easton to begin to pour out blood once more. Easton begins to counter with rights of his own. Lockhart ducks under a punch from Easton, kicks Easton in the back of the knee cause him to slouch slightly, and delivers a reverse DDT with his right arm. Saint begins to climb the cage once more towards Lockhart and Easton.]

Peckman: Apparently none of these men have any thought of throwing in the towel just yet.

[Lockhart mounts Easton in a Lou Thesz pres type manner and begins to pummel him in the face with right hands. Saint makes it to the first level of the scaffold and takes a second to consider his options, before charging at Lockhart who has his back turned to Saint. Saint dives at Lockhart delivering a tornado DDT on Lockhart.]

Dots: Saint seemed to be favoring the right leg a few moments ago, but he seems to be trying to fight it off, as is Lockhart with his left elbow.

[Saint grabs Easton as he slowly makes it to his feet and goes for a DDT, but Easton grabs Saint around the waist slips his head out and counters with a belly to belly side suplex.]

Peckman: Some how all three still have some fight left in them. How much longer will each men hold up?

[All three men regain their feet. Lockhart grabs Easton and sets up for a suplex, Saint joins in and they try for a double suplex, but some how Easton counters it and suplex both them just over the edge of the cage. Lockhart and Saint both are able to grab the cage and stop their falling to the ring below. Easton regains his feet as Lockhart and Saint begin to pull themselves back up on the scaffold. Easton meets Saint with a boot to the face sending him sprawling off the edge of the scaffold to the ring below. Lockhart regains his foot on the scaffold and is met with a lock up by Easton who goes for a suplex, but is countered by Lockhart with a suplex of his own, that sends both men back first to the ring below.]

CROWD CHANT: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Dots: Holy shit, all three men are down. If one of them can get up and the others can't we have a winner.

Peckman: All three men have paid their toll for this match tonight. This has been one of the most brutal action packed matches I have seen in some time.

Dots: Yeah it is right up there, no doubt.

Peckman: Saint is beginning to stir.

Dots: So is Lockhart.

[Saint rolls over to one knee, while Lockhart uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet. Saint makes his feet, shakes off the cob webs and charges towards Lockhart who has made it up. As Saint runs over Easton, Easton reaches up and grabs Saints ankle sending him falling to the mat. Lockhart grabs Saint by the head and dives down with a DDT.]

Peckman: Easton's not done yet either.

Dots: All three men are not moving as fast as they were at the begging of this match.

[Easton slowly rises to his feet as Lockhart rolls back to his. The two lock up in the middle of the ring. Easton goes for a suplex, but Lockhart hooks the leg and tries for a suplex of his own, but Easton counters by pushing Lockhart back against the cage. Saint rises back to his feet and begin to climb the cage.]

Peckman: Saint going back up the cage.

[Lockhart kicks Easton in the midsection and begins to climb up after Saint. Easton regains himself and climbs up after the Saint and Lockhart. Saint makes it to the top followed shortly after by Lockhart. Saint dives at Lockhart with a flying forearm, but Lockhart ducks under. Saint lands on his feet and turns and is met by a boot to the midsection by Lockhart. Lockhart delivers a sit down powerbomb on Saint, and is met with a dropkick to the face by Easton.]

Dots: Saint is done, there is no way he is getting up from that.

[Easton pulls Lockhart to his feet and Irish whips him towards the side of the cage. Lockhart thinks fast, and jumps up onto the cage to save himself the impact, as he does so, the mesh on the side of the cage rips open. Lockhart falls through the rip in the cage, but holds on to the mesh and dangles above the crowd.]
CROWD CHANT: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Peckman: I knew this cage was unsafe!

Dots: Three men inside a steel structure, I don't think it is meant to be safe.

[Easton turns his attention back to Saint, who has somehow managed to regain his feet and begins to climb another part of the cage. Easton takes after Saint, as Lockhart tries to climb his way back into the cage. Saint and Easton both gain the next level, Saint before Easton. Saint begins to walk across the scaffold that spans over the ring, edging Easton with each step, Easton follows after him. As Saint and Easton meet in the center of the scaffold above the ring, Lockhart makes it back into the cage.]

Dots: Something is big is going to happen any second now, I just feel it.

[Saint and Easton exchange blows as Lockhart begins to climb up to the next level. Easton gains the upper hand, grabs Saint and pulls him up into a stalling vertical suplex. As Lockhart gains the upper level, Saint counters the Suplex with a DDT on Easton , that causes Easton to land head first on the edge of the scaffold and tumble downwards to the mat below landing on his head and neck motionless.]
CROWD CHANT: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Peckman: Holy shit! Easton is dead!

Dots: Any normal man, may have been, if Easton isn't it's all the muscle that will save him. Either case he is done here tonight.

[Saint looks down and smiles at Easton, as Lockhart charges across the scaffold towards Saint. The two clash in the center of the scaffold, the force sends both men flying off the scaffold landing on the first level of the scaffold. Lockhart rolls on to Saint and begins to measure him with hard rights to the face. Saint fights him off, rolls on to Lockhart and begins to punch Lockhart. Lockhart gets his legs under Saint, and tosses him into the cage. Lockhart begins to get to his feet, Saint dives and connects with a bulldog.]

Peckman: This match is winding down.

[Both men slow to their feet. Lockhart forces a lock up, but is met with a stiff kick to the groin. As Lockhart hunches, Saint grabs him by the hair and the trunks and tosses him head first into the cage. Lockhart stumbles backwards, as he does so, Saint grabs him around the waist and delivers a german suplex, that nearly sends Lockhar tover the edge of the scaffold. As Lockhart pulls himself back to his feeet he is met with a superkick by Saint, that tosses Lockhart over the edge of the scaffold to the ring below. With out any hesitation Saint runs to the edge of the cage and dives off with and executes a 1080 splash on the fallen Lockhart, landing with most of the impact on Lockhart's head.]
CROWD CHANT: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Dots: HOLY FUCK! That was a 1080 flip in the air!

[No one moves for what seems to be an eternity.]

Peckman: I think everyone is finished. No one is moving. There's no winner.

Dots: Wait!

[Saint slowly pulls himself to his feet, as the bell sounds out, Saint falls back to the blood soaked mat.]

Peckman: IT'S OVER! IT'S OVER! SAINT IS THE NEW CHAMP!

Dots: That was sick. What an awesome match.

[EMT's rush to the ring as we fade from the ring to an SWF logo that burns into an MSW logo to static then to black.]




Match One - Great Lakes Test of Endurance "The Mephisto" CJ Rowell Vs Diablo for the WWA World title




Zorana Blair: The Following match is for the WWA WORLD TITLE!

[Crowd Roars]

Zorana Blair: In a Dragons Den match… the winner is the first person to grab the title from the top of fuck caged Dome and make there way out of the ring. Introducing first the challenger weighing 240lbs from Schenectady, New York.. Representing our very own Sadistic Wrestling Federation... he is the Mephisto... C J... ROWELL…

#You Can't F**k With ME!#

[Shotgun blasts are overheard.]

["Cripple and Rape Me" by Dark Lotus begins to play, as the lights go out. The crowd comes to their collective feet as dim blue lights fills the arena.]

#When I start to think, my skull begins to crack Could
it be the infection in my head trying to get me back?
'Cause the more I look at myself, the more f$#k I
dunno! The more I think about it, I think my f$#king
heads gonna explode#

BBBBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!

[A huge white flashing pyro goes off in the entryway. The crowd boos as they know what's coming next.]

#Wig splittin', leavin' all your family member's dead
I can't explain it, so I just blame it all on my head
Paranoid, shakin' in closets when I'm done I think I'm
hiding from the fact that I just slaughtered everyone#

[The video wall flashes a scene of C.J. Rowell nailing Red Dragon with a chair shot is shown. The crowd jeers loudly.]

#I wash my hands so many times that they crack and
bleed But water purifies, washes away and makes me
clean My soul is so dirty, I tried to wash it to And
get something together and figure out what to do#

[Rowell being held in a sharpshooter by Kevin Cage, and screaming at the top of his lungs that he won't quit.]

#The voices in my head keep driving me crazy I got my
Glock cocked, and loaded with no saftey Empty trigger
finger and I'm ready to release Cause something keeps
telling me "Increase the Deceased"#

[Rowell leans against the ropes, a bloody mess, as a referee raises his hand in victory.]

#Something's talking in my head I can't help thinking
it hates me Something's telling me I'm dead It's going
to cripple and rape me#

[A silhouette of a figure walks onto the stage and stands there with its head down. The crowd roars with disapproval...]

#Something's talking in my head I can't help thinking
it hates me Something's telling me I'm dead It's going
to cripple and rape me#

[The lights go normal again, and there on the stage stands C.J. Rowell. He is wearing navy blue basketball shorts with white trim, his black knee brace on his left knee, navy blue and white boots, a black sleeveless t-shirt, and a navy and white bandana down to his eyebrows and to top it off]

#They're telling me the secrets how to build a
spaceship Out of 2 bags of bar-b-que potato chips and
rabbit sh!t I gotta pocket full'a middle fingers, when
I need good luck I stick'em all up in my ass, spin in
circles then I cluck And if you try to read my mind,
I'll call upon my Mockaloba Have the energy of four
dimensions f$#kin' on your momma Got the fetus on a
freestyle, did you feed the pilots? Simple tip and
keep a noose rised, call me Tripacoba#

[Rowell walks down the aisle and climbs into the ring looking at the cage structure above it and looks around at the amount of weapons scattered around fuck large ring.]

#Peekin' through the window, I think I'm falling for
this chick 'Cause when I look down, somehow I'm dry
f$#kin' a brink! Why is it when she see's me she's
gotta scream!? Now I gotta jump through the window and
gag her with my stiffy again!#

[Rowell raises his fists high above his head and sneers at the crowd, gaining another loud, jeering reaction from the crowd.]

#I just want to split my neck and back in half And
when the reaper comes to get me I'm a even go & kill
his punk ass Post modern vibrator, scary like an
alligator Bitch your dying now, 'cause you aint even
seein' later#

[Rowell walks into the middle of the ring and looks up at the WWA World title attached to the center of fuck steel dome above him and points to it and motions that it's going around his waist as the music dies out.]

(The lights cut out from the arena and come back up in dark blues, as the introduction to "The Virus Of Life" by Slipknot starts to play over the PA system, with strange and eerie percussive sounds of trash cans and lids. The Sadistictron displays a hovering blue pentagram, floating around with the beat of the intro. Suddenly, Corey Taylor's voice screams in fuck background.)

YEAH!

(The lights stay dark and low, as the Tron displays Diablo in all his madness, brutalizing people with some of his most devastating maneuvers. The ramp has been lit by successive torches, low to the ground, as Corey's voice comes back over the PA, raspy and deranged.)

#I can see you but you can't see me#
#I could touch you and you wouldn't even feel me#
#Wait a second and you'll settle down#
#I'm just waiting, 'til you really let your guard down#
#Your relaxed, your sublime, your amazing#
#You don't even know the danger you're facing#
#If I'm quiet, I'll slide up behind you#
#And if you hear me I'll enjoy trying to find you#

(A few more seconds of nothing, then, almost as if in a flash, Diablo's massive figure can be seen facing us, his pitch black hair stringy and wet, down around his face. He wears his usual custom-made black trenchcoat, Acolyte-style pants with his black combat boots. Corey's voice turns haunting over the PA.)

#I've been with you all day#
#I'm trying to stay calm#
#I'm impatient and it's really hard to breathe#
#I'm going to empty you and fill you in with me#

(Diablo walks slowly down the aisle, head bowed still, as he makes his way to the huge ring. Strobe flashes are seen every now and again, making his movements jerked and eerie. He slowly raises his head, as his hair parts from his face, and we see the cold, ice-blue eyes staring insanely around him. Corey's voice goes back to the raspy and maniacal.)

#Just keep the violence down#
#Not yet - don't make a sound#
#Oh God I'm feeling it#
#It's reaching fever pitch#
#My skin is caving in#
#My heart is driving out#
#No mercy, no remorse#
#Let nature take its course#

(He makes his way down to the ring, as the flames are put out in succession behind him. New flames surround the ring, as he lifts himself up on the apron, and into the ring.)

#Watch me - BRING ME TO MY KNEES!#
#Waiting - I AM YOUR DISEASE!#
#Lover - SET MY SYMPTOM FREE!#
#Covered - YOU WON'T FEEL A THING!#


(Diablo strips off his trench coat, revealing his gothic tattoos and chiseled chest and abs to the world. He tosses it aside, and looks around at the thousands of fans, jeering him to their hearts content. Corey's voice goes raspy once more.)

#It's almost time to play#
#It's time to be afraid#
#I can't control the pain#
#I can't control in vain#
#Oh God I'm ready now#
#You're almost ready now#
#I'm gonna raid it now#
#I'm gonna break it down#
#I see you in the dark#
#I see you all the way#
#I see you in the light#
#I see you bright as day#
#I wanna touch your face#
#I wanna touch your soul#
#I wanna wear your face#
#I wanna burn your soul#

(Diablo looks around the ring and then looks up to the title looking out at the crowd, almost as if to absorb all the hate he's receiving from the fans.)

#Watch me - BRING ME TO MY KNEES!#
#Waiting - I AM YOUR DISEASE!#
#Lover - SET MY SYMPTOM FREE!#
#Lover - YOU DON'T LOVE ME!#

(Diablo looks over at Rowell with a smirk, as the flames erupt from the posts, startling the fans and turning the arena bright red. The guitar riffs and vocals hit a fevered pitch.)

#THIS IS THE VIRUS, THE VIRUS OF LIFE!#
#THIS IS THE VIRUS, THE VIRUS OF LIFE!#
#THIS IS THE VIRUS, THE VIRUS OF LIFE!#
#THIS IS THE VIRUS, THE VIRUS OF LIFE!#

Larry Dots: Well this is a make or break match for both of these guys.. and that deadly caged Dome is slowly being lowered over that ring..

Jimmy Peckman: Just look at the contents inside that ring Larry.. I see Baseball bats.. Steel Chairs.. ladders.. there's a bit of everything in there.

Larry Dots: It's like a junkyard in there and both of these men are ready to rip eachother apart.. referee for this match Roger Dat is outside as he works lifting and lowering the cage in this no holds barred Dragons Den Match..

*The Cage slowly gets lowered over the ring by the referee on the outside as Diablo looks up and Rowell stretches and readies for the match.. You can smell the petrol fumes that cover that cage wall ready for it all to be lit up.. a Digital clock over the middle of the arena showing the crowd just how much time Diablo and Rowell have left before things get nice and crispy..*

Jimmy Peckman: Lets go over a few of the rules of this match.. it's like a TLC match where you have to get that title suspended from the middle of the cage.. 20 ft above the ring.. thats a fall that no man wants..

Larry Dots: Thats right and there are plenty of ladders to be able to get up there.. or.. you could always climb up the dome to get to the title..

Jimmy Peckman: But your missing the Dragon part of this match... the fire... 20 minutes these two men have got before the cage is lit up.. and thats when things start to heat up in the ring.. because the temperature will be going up in there increasingly..

Larry Dots: And to think.. that this match was made only two years ago..

Jimmy Peckman: This is truely a horrendous match to go through and I would not wish it on any of my enemies.. not even larry..

Larry Dots: Thanks Jimmy..

Jimmy Peckman: Made famous by a wrestler known as Dynamite Dan where he picked up a world title lets see if Rowell will be as lucky for this match as he was...

*The Cage finally covers the ring with a thud as the crowd roars.. and the ref rings the bell as the timer above them rings.. Rowell walking over and picking up a Iron Pipe and stalking over at Diablo who just picks up a trash can.. Rowell making a strike at Diablo who blocks it with the trash can.. making a large dent in it as Rowell tries again but Diablo knocks it out of Rowell's hands and nails him with a Big Boot to the face..*

Larry Dots: Ooh thats gotta hurt!

Jimmy Peckman: Well.. unless he was wearing fluffy slippers.. I would think so..

*Diablo picks up Rowell by the head and moves him over towards one of the steel chairs but Rowell fights out of it with a couple of lefts and rights to Diablo's chest doesn't seem to have much effect though as Diablo just axe handles Rowell in the back knocking him down the ground. Diablo picks up a Trash can as Rowell gets back up to his feet and goes to smash it over his back when Rowell low blows Diablo, Diablo bending over Rowell gets back up and hits him with a Axe Kick knocking the big man down..*

Larry Dots: Thats what Rowell has to do.. keep the big man down..

*Rowell grabs Diablo by the leg and pulls him over to the side of the dome and slams his ankle into it.. Diablo pulls it back clutching his ankle as Rowell looks around the ring and empties a Trash can as the contents go all over the ring he picks up a steel chair and sizes up Diablo as he slowly pulls himself up onto his feet.. favoring that right ankle*

Jimmy Peckman: Rowell looking to break that ankle so Diablo's height advantage wont be anymore..

*Diablo using the cage to help him up as Rowell Baseball slides that steel chair into Diablos right leg.. but Diablo lifting it just in time as Rowell slams into the cage.. Diablo picking up Rowell like a rag doll and puts him into a full nelson, rowell trying to fight out of it but Diablo lifting him up and slamming him down onto the matt*

Larry Dots: That move made the whole ring shake I hope Rowell is okay..

Jimmy Peckman: You've never asked if Rowell is arlight in any other match he was in..

Larry Dots: This is different..

Jimmy Peckman: Yeah, Different like your wife's sexual preference!

*Diablo walking over to the ladder as he looks up at the clock which now reads 12 minutes and lifts the 20 ft ladder up, instead of propping it up.. Diablo lifts it above his head and throws it on Rowell who cringes as the metal hits him. Diablo grabs a steel chair and slams it onto the ladder slamming that ladder into Rowell more as he rolls out of the wreckage off him. Diablo stopping for a minute to look over at the jeering crowd as he walks over and stomps on Rowell as he tries to get back up*

Larry Dots: Diablo not letting up on Rowell for a second in this match..

Jimmy Peckman: Well it's his title that is on the line here..

*Diablo picking up Rowell by the head and wraps him into a chokeslam move and moves over to the cage and lifts him up against the cage slamming his back against it as Rowell fights to try and get out of the hold, Diablo seems to be choking him laughing as he repetitively slams Rowell's back into the lighter fluid coated cage, Diablo spins Rowell around and then goes for a chokeslam, Rowell manages to slip out of his hands by biting on Diablos hand but still falls onto the ground..*

Larry Dots: He Bit him!.. is that legal?

Jimmy Peckman: In this match.. anything goes..

Larry Dots: Including sleeping with the other guys wife?

Jimmy Peckman: ...............

Larry Dots: I'll take that as a No..

*Rowell crawls across the ring while Diablo holds his hand which has a bite mark in it. Diablo looks rather angry over the whole situation as he looks around and grabs a Baseball bat and stalks over to Rowell who is making his way over to one of the cage walls. Resting against it Diablo walks over to Rowell and points at him with the baseball bat, Rowell seems to be a bit out of it gasping for breath as Diablo winds up but Rowell boots Diablo squarely between the legs..*

Crowd: Oooooooooooooooooh

Larry Dots: Now can I have his wife?

*Rowell pulling himself up the cage.. Spiderman style and then dives off as he hits Diablo with a flying lariat taking the big man down to the mat, Rowell getting back up to his feet looks up at the clock which now reads 7 minutes remaining. He grabs Diablo by the right leg and puts him into a Single Leg crab and reaches back and pulls his head.. making it a Single leg Crab/Camel Clutch combo. Diablo managing to punch Rowell off him into the side of his chest as Rowell holds his kidneys. Rowell pulling Diablo back up to his feet pushes him against the cage and takes a few steps back and goes for a dropkick on the big man but Diablo moving out of the way as Rowell's legs get caught between the inside and the outside of the cage.*

Jimmy Peckman: Well.. Rowell is in a bit of a uncompromising position.. he wouldn't want that cage to light up right now..

*Diablo noticing the opportunity now as Rowell tries to pull his feet out from the outside of the ring uses his legs to push Rowell further towards the cage so that Rowell is straddling the cage wall and the crowd let out another big oooh... Diablo walks over a bit and poses for the crowd before moving back to Rowell and picking him up and setting him up for The Devil Driver.. he moves over towards a trash can lid as Diablo motions a down movement and nails Rowell with the Devil Driver driving his head into the trash can lid and busting him open..*

Larry Dots: Holey cow.. Rowell is gotta be out by now..

Jimmy Peckman: It's not over.. Diablo still has to get his title and out of the ring before the time runs out..

*Diablo isn't going to waste any time over that as he picks up the ladder he used earlier on Rowell but finds out it's too mangled to stand up.. He moves around the ring and finds a smaller one and sets it up. Diablo starts climbing up the cage as Rowell doesn't appear to be moving at all.. *

Larry Dots: one Step.. Two Step.. Three Step..

Jimmy Peckman: Do you have to do that?

Larry Dots: Four Step.. Five Step..

*SLAP*

Larry Dots: OW!

*Diablo reaching the top of the smaller ladder a couple of feet away from his title that dangles from the middle of the cage, he reaches the top and tries to use all of his 7' 4" frame to grab the title.. he has it on his finger tips as Rowell starts to stir on the bottom of the ladder.. reaching up now on his finger tips to get the title.. *

Time: 5 minutes 20 seconds.. remaining..

*Rowell is slowly getting back up to his feet as Diablo manages to get his hand around the bottom of the title and starts tugging on it.. Rowell staggers towards the ladder and hits it.. with his head.. the ladder falling down and so does Rowell onto the ground holding his head. Diablo makes a jump for the title.. but unfortunately for him.. comes up short.. the big man starts to fall but as he does reaches out for the side of the steel dome and holds on for dare life.. about 18 feet above the ground. *

Larry Dots: Diablo has to make a choice at the moment.. jump or feel the fire...

*Diablo is reaching out for the title to the left of him.. holding onto the cage with his left hand as Rowell gets back up to his feet and looks up at Diablo and starts throwing steel chairs.. Garbage cans.. and metal trays.. most of which miss Diablo and hit the cage wall but Diablo gets hit with a couple in the face and the stomach.. nearly making him fall off.. reaches his hand back to steady himself as the clock ticks down..*

Time Remaining: 2 minutes...

*Rowell realizes that this tactic really isn't working and decides to try his luck at getting the title himself.. he grabs the ladder he knocked off and sets it up.. just out of reach of Diablo's legs so he can't kick it off and starts climbing up it. Diablo attempting again to reach out for the title.. climbing up the dome towards it now and looking up at the clock which now reads only 1 minute remaining.. Rowell climbing up quickly to the top of the ladder and him and Diablo start fighting it out making lefts and rights at eachother but both of them start to lose there balance as the time ticks down..*

Crowd:
10.....9......8.....7.....6....5.....4......3.....2......1...

Larry Dots: Here we go....

*Rowell jumps from his ladder and onto the title as the ref on the outside pushes the button and with a huge explosion the dome is set alight.. and so is DIABLOS HAND!.. Diablo lets go of the cage and falls almost 20 feet to the ground crashing through a trash can that was unfortunately left underneath him. Rowell holding onto the title trying to shake it lose as the flames wave out towards him.. Diablo lies on the matt on top of a crushed trash can unconscious.. Rowell shaking it off and gets the title and falls... But while shaking it.. sets his own Back on fire!!!... *

Larry Dots: How do you like your CJ Rowell... Regular?.. or Extra Crispy!

Jimmy Peckman: This is all due to the fact that Diablo slammed Rowell's back against that Fluid coated cage..

*Rowell tries to save his fall and land onto his side to stop the impact from the floor. But still hits it hard grasping onto that title.. Both Rowell and Diablo seem to not be moving as the fans look on shocked..*

Larry Dots: now what?.. they're dead...

Jimmy Peckman: Not just yet..

*After a while Rowell is the first to get back up after rolling on the ground to extinguish the flames but it seems that his right leg has given in as Diablo struggles to get back up to his feet.. onto his knees and Rowell sizes him up and nails Diablo with his own title busting him open.. Rowell collapsing to the ground as the ref asks him whether he wants the cage raised but Rowell shakes his head with a smirk..*

Larry Dots: What the hell is Rowell doing?.. he has this one won!

Jimmy Peckman: Always has to go out with a bang..

*Rowell staggers over to a table and starts to set it up as Diablo just lies there clutching his face. Rowell, grabs a wooden baseball bat and walks over to Diablo and kicks him back down in his face with his other foot and then walks over to the flaming cage wall. You can clearly see the burnt marks in the shirt that Rowell was wearing that has seared his skin a bit with a nice red mark. He lights up the baseball bat and walks over to the table and lights that up as well.. with the title over his shoulder he puts it down for a bit while he picks up diablo and pulls him over to the flaming table.. *

Larry Dots: This can only be bad for the world champion..

Jimmy Peckman: Whoever wins this.. will need to go to the hospital..

Larry Dots: Both of them will go to the hospital..

*Rowell goes to slam Diablos head into the flaming table but Diablo blocks it.. Rowell tries again.. but Diablo blocks it again.. Diablo with a elbow to the gut of Rowell and then goes for a clothesline but Rowell ducks it and.. STUTTER KICK!.. Diablo staggers back from the super kick and falls onto the flaming cage and then falls back as it sears his skin.. Rowell picks up the title and holds it above his head as he motions for the cage to be lifted. The Cage starts to be lifted as Rowell continues to pose as he looks back at the flaming table and smirks again.. he walks over to Diablo as the cage starts to be lifted and extinguished and moves him over to the table dropping the title. Rowell struggles to lift Diablo onto the table due to his weight he tries again but instead gets lifted up onto Diablos shoulders!!!..*

Larry Dots: OH NO!...

*Diablo walks over to the table.. and with a sickening smirk on his face and a ghastly look on Rowells he puts him through the flaming table with Killing Fields... Diablo falling down to a knee after that move taking everything out of him.. as he reaches out and grabs his title and starts to crawl out of the ring to the other side.. Rowell rolls around in the ring covered in flames.. as Diablo slowly makes his way to the end of the ring..*

Jimmy Peckman: This isn't good.. Rowell is burning up
in there..

*Rowell looks over as Diablo starts to make his way out getting his hands to the outside as he picks himself up and staggers over to where Diablo is and rabs his leg and tries pulling him back inside, Diablo kicking away at Rowells face as Rowell finally lets go and Diablo gets half his body out.. *

Larry Dots: His whole body as to get outside to be
declared a winner..

*Rowell out of desperation grabs Diablos leg and bites it.. HARD.. as blood runs out of his mouth and Diablo screams in pain as Rowell desperately tries to pull him back into the ring and slowly does.. Diablo reaching from the outside of the ring and looks underneath as Rowell pulls him inside and holds it in his hands.. Rowell pulling Diablo back into the ring as he grabs a steel chair and sizes Diablo up..*

Jimmy Peckman: I told you.. the tides have changed!

*Rowell goes for the shot to Diablo's chest as diablo throws what was in his hand into Rowells face it appears to be dust of some sort as Rowell coughs and splutters giving Diablo the chance to pull himself out of the ring as the bell rings..*

*DING! DING DING!*

Zorana Blair: Your winner.. and STILL WWA WORLD CHAMPION.. DIABLO!

*Rowell coughs as he staggers around the ring clutching his neck as he drops the steel chair and then realizing he has lost falls to his knee's and slams the ring as Diablo pulls himself up and makes his way out of the arena to the boo's from the crowd..*




The Best Match of 2004 - SWF/MSW Collision "The Living Legend" Chris Saint Vs. Dan Easton for the SWF Heavyweight title




[The lights dim.]

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

[FLASH]

CHRIS SAINT

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

### This is Life, this is it... ###
### It's not everything you want... ###
### It's everything you can't believe in... ###

[He pauses half way down, looks up at the monstrous cage surrounding the ring, then continues his way to the ring.]

### It's not worth leaving... ###
### Yeah this is life, once again... ###
### It's been knocking at your door... ###
### You ought to let it in.. ###
### It's not worth wasting, it's time you faced it... ###

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Peckman: "Saint turning up the aggression."

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

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

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

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

[Saint dives off the top of the cage.]

Dots: "What the?"

[Landing on Easton with a 540 splash.]

^^^ Holy Shit ^^^

^^^ Holy Shit ^^^

^^^ Holy Shit ^^^

Peckman: "The fans are loving this action."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Easton quickly applies a Dragon Sleeper on Saint and wrenches down around his neck.]

Peckman: "I think Easton is trying to tear his head off."

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

Peckman: "Easton really showing his strength now."

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

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

Dots: "Man he spiked him."

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

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

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

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

Peckman: "Saint's not done yet."

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Easton repeats the same step a couple more times until Saint releases the hold.]

Peckman: "The big man is free, and trying to shake it out, but has the damage been done?"

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

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

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

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

Dots: "Here comes more blood!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dots: "WHAT THE FUCK!"

[Ref calls for the bell.]

Peckman: "It's over!"

Dots: "But who won?"

Peckman: "I think Saint touched down first."

Dots: "I was sure it was Easton."

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

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

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

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

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

Dots: "A DRAW! WHAT!"

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

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

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

Dots: "He is under SWF contract."

Peckman: "No he is under MSW contract."

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

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

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

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

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

Dots: "Easton and Rowell together? This can't be!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dots: "WHAT?"

Peckman: "VACANT!"

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




The AWARDS!




Fan Favorite – A tie between Ultra Breadman and “Shooter” Jason Lockhart


Most Hated - “The Mephisto” CJ Rowell


Best Tag Team – T.I.N.Y


Best Feud – “The Living Legend” Chris Saint and Dan Easton


Best on Card appearance – “The Living Legend” Chris Saint


Rookie of the year – Preston Price


Best Heavyweight champion – Dan Easton


Best Sadistic champion – Deke Rivers


Best Tri-Cities champion – Darkest Dark


Best Tag team champions – T.I.N.Y


(Retired championships but best champions from when they were around)


International – “Ruthless” Wally Renfield


Hardcore - Breadman


Best angle – SWF Vs. MSW


Most Improved - The Scorpion


Rising Star – Preston Price




I made up an award that I will hopefully be able to give out next year as well. This award is given to these men for their help with SWF to rise where we are today. This award is for In-Character and Out-of-Character each of these men have helped a lot and have accomplished a lot in SWF. This award is called the “Sadistic” award and it goes too...

“Ruthless” Wally Renfield
Dan Easton
“The Mephisto” CJ Rowell
“The Living Legend” Chris Saint
Ultra Breadman

All awards are allowed to be used in roleplays and on-card segments each person has a trophy with two people on it. It has SWF on it and one person is getting hit in the head with a chair. The Sadistic award is a bit different. It is SWF in three big letters made out of ruby with gold barbed wire on it.




WfWA Cruiserweight title match featuring “Ruthless” Wally Renfield Vs. AOD (champion)




The arena grows dark with the exception of two spotlights aimed at the entrance from the backstage area.

Take another bite…it’ll be alright…what’s wrong will soon feel right…

DANGEROUS TONIGHT!!!

Take another sip…let it kiss your lips…and let a little drip on your thighs…

If you let me I’ll untie, your sensuality…I’ll open up your heart…AND SATISFY MY GREED!!!

In a blaze of red and yellow fountain fireworks, “Ruthless” Wally Renfield emerges from the backstage area wearing a “Angel of Bored to Death” t-shirt and raises both hands to the sky, letting out a primal scream. He points to the left of him, he points to the right…then he brings both fists together and pounds them on his chest.

I’m Dangerous, I’m a Dying Breed…Poisonous like a centipede…I’m capable of the foulest deed…

DANGEROUS TONIGHT!!!

I’m Dangerous like a razor back…deadly like a heart attack…well I don’t bend and I don’t crack… DANGEROUS TONIGHT!!!

Renfield begins making his way down to the ring. With every step forward, another set of 2 fireworks go off at his sides…one red, one yellow. All the while, Renfield is alternating pounds to the chest with his hands, first the left, then the right…each pound getting harder and harder. Gradually, his walking speed increases until it’s evolved into a sprint, with the fireworks still exploding as he passes. As he approaches the ring, he lunges forward, sliding under the bottom rope.

Take Another Turn…the rules have all been burned…and you’ve got tricks to learn…

DANGEROUS TONIGHT!!!

Play another roll…try and lose control…and stain your soul to red from white…

In my mind ohhhh…a million voices tell me no…It’s prime crime time…and I GOTTA LET IT SHOW!!!

Renfield jumps back to his feet and sprint up the nearest corner. Once again, he points to the left, and then to the right and then pounds on his chest to the bass line of the song while his head is tilted back and releasing yet another primal scream.

I’m Dangerous like a broken glass…I’m a flesh fanatic psychopath…I can cause you pain and make it last…

DANGEROUS TONIGHT!!!

I’m dangerous when the sun goes down…so cross yourself, don’t fool around…I’ll drag your heart into the ground…

Renfield leaps off the turnbuckle and as his feet hit the ring, red and white fireworks erupt out of each corner post…

DANGEROUS TONIGHT!!!

["Suffer" by Staind erupts from the PA system as AOD walks from the back through a thick hade of blue tinted smoke, his eyes scanning the crowd, searching the faces of the people for their reactions.]

The more you see the more you do
The television’s feeding you
Write what you want to hear, anger and fear
because you suffer the hate you feel won’t go away
you’re all programmed to feel this way to live
another day within a world that loves to suffer

[AOD is clad in blue and black full body wrestling gear with blue and black boots with his long white hair hanging halfway down his back, streaked with bright blue highlights. The blue and white strobe lights mixing with the thick blue and gray fog rolling down the ramp combine to form an illusion much like the ocean before a storm with AOD blending right in. The flash of cameras as he walks down the aisle illuminate the bright blue eyes amid the sea of scars, eyes which are focused and full of intensity as they lock upon the ring. For the few fans who reach out to him, AOD moves closer to the sides, slapping hands with them as he continues on down to the ring.]

And then I come to find everything’s O.K.
seen this all before but that was yesterday
try to walk right through the messes that I’ve made
Just let me enjoy the life here that I’ve made

[Once he gets down to the ring, AOD, leaps up onto the ring apron and summersaults over the top rope to stand inside the ring, raises his arms with the belt held in his hands, in the air as he turns to each side of the ring to acknowledge the fans as the last notes of his music fade away]

Peckman: Here we go, it's time for the big one of the evening.

Dots: Your tellin me, It's Wally Renfield to win the WWA World Cruiserweight Championship.

Peckman: As much for SWF's sake would I like to see him win this match, AOD is going to be one hell of a challenge. One challenge I'm not sure if we even Renfield can beat.

[With that the bell rings and both men begin to circle one another. Renfield slaps his shoulders trying to get the circulation moving as AOD slides in trying to take out his leg. Wally steps over the hand and takes a couple steps back. He shakes his head side to side as they lock up in the center of the ring.]

Peckman: Here we go Larry! Collar an Elbow tie-up in the center now and it looks like Renfield has the advantage.

[Wally puts him in a side headlock and taunts the crowd for a moment. AOD pulls his head out and puts Renfield in a hammerlock. Wally screams in pain as he quickly counters with a go behind into a hammerlock of his own. He paint brushes AOD a minute and laughs, but AOD then turns back and puts another hammerlock back on Renfield and is now in control in the standing switch.]

Peckman: Great wrestling by these two!

[Renfield hits three back elbows to the face of AOD as he puts him back into a side headlock. He quickly does a headlock takedown and is in control on the mat now.]

Dots: That's why Wally Renfield is the superior wrestler out of the two.

[AOD puts a head scissors on Wally with his legs and is now in control on the mat.]

Peckman: Don't count him out yet Larry.

[Renfield pushes his legs off his head and goes back into the headlock on the mat. AOD rolls him onto his back, but only gets a quick one count. Wally yells a bit at AOD as he rolls back to his base and is in control again with the headlock. AOD quickly tosses him back over on his back, this time for a two count. Wally rolls back onto his base and begins to stand up, still holding the headlock on AOD. He lets go and hits a quick elbow to the top of AOD's head and puts him in a armbar. He goes to spin, holding the arm to tighten the hold but AOD turns the opposite way with Wally and puts him in a armbar of his own.]

Peckman: Wow what a counter, he spun away from him and put the pressure on Renfield! Now he's in control.

[AOD goes to do the same, and Renfield uses the same counter in the armbar and now is back in control.]

Dots: Ya gotta love Renfield though Jimmy, he used the same counter and knew it would work. Smart wrestling there.

[Renfield sweeps out AOD's legs, who quickly knips up and counters and puts on another armbar to Renfield. He also sweeps out the legs. Wally falls to his back, but leans onto his shoulders and pushes AOD back into the ropes with his foot. He stands up but is met by a hard right hand.]

Peckman: Both men showing why they deserve to be in this match.

Dots: I'll give ya that Jimmy they are both look very good in that ring.

[AOD hit's a second right hand that staggers Wally back a bit. He hits a third right and shoots him off the ropes with a hard Irish whip. He goes for a clothesline but Wally ducks. As he comes off the other side, AOD drops down and Wally goes over. He comes off again and this time AOD jumps over Renfield. Wally comes back off again and ducks a second clothesline. He comes off yet again and this time there both dropped by a double clothesline. They quickly pop there heads up and look at each other while lying down. They both knip up, then do a front handspring off there head, turn and face each other in a stare down.]

Peckman: WHAT AN OPENING EXCHANGE HERE!

[The crowd is going ballistic with a huge round of applause after that action. Wally kicks the bottom rope, disappointed in not taking advantage as AOD bows to the fans. AOD extends his hand in respect to Wally Renfield.]

Dots: Don't shake his hand Wally!

Peckman: Oh come on Larry, AOD is just trying to show respect that this sport has brought to him, what's the harm?

Dots: Can't trust him! Ya can't trust the guy Jimmy.

[Wally moves in to shake his hand as he quickly stops and pokes AOD in the eye.]

Dots: HA HA!

Peckman: And you said not to trust Renfield?!?!

Dots: What, he was just putting his contact back in place for him, nothing wrong.

[Renfield hits a couple kicks to the midsection and brings AOD into the corner. He hits a couple lefts and tosses AOD across to the corner. AOD though quickly counters and ducks under, still holding Renfield’s arm and hits a huge dragon suplex out of nowhere. Wally just grazes the bottom turnbuckle as he snaps his head up and rolls out of the ring holding his head.]

Peckman: What a explosive counter by the champion there.

Dots: Sure, yeah, whatever. Wally will be back in a sec. Now he's just fixing his contact.

[Renfield begins to complain to the ref as AOD seizes the opportunity and flies over the top with a huge front flip backsplash, sending Wally to the hard floor. AOD picks up Wally and tosses him back into the ring. He makes a quick wave type gesture to the fans as he gets back in and goes for the cover.]

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[AOD goes on the offense now and begins to take it to Renfield. He hits a huge roundhouse kick to the left leg of Renfield, followed up by a dropkick to that same knee. Wally drops that knee and as it's touching the mat, AOD kicks the tip of his knee hard, causing a sick 'pop' noise. Wally rolls to his back holding his knee in pain. AOD rolls Wally onto his stomach and applies a scissors lock on his leg and wrenches in.]

Peckman: Reverse crucifix knee bar and he is really putting the pressure onto the leg of Wally Renfield.

Dots: It's ok he will get out of this just you wait Larry.

Peckman: Renfield is going to have to do something if he wants to come away with this match as Champion, let alone his leg.

[AOD gets Renfield in a belly to belly position and lifts his left leg putting the ankle behind Wally's right knee. He grabs the left leg and lifts him up, and drops it down on his own knee. He does it a second time and then hits a huge belly to belly suplex and moves in for the cover.]

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[AOD goes right back onto the offense and stays on that leg. He lifts up the leg of Wally Renfield and drops a huge elbow drop to the inside of his thigh and starts to pull his leg up near his chest, trying to snap it off at the joint in the knee.]

Dots: C'mon Wally, you need this baby.

Peckman: AOD is sure making short work of our challenger here. He is really trying to show that he can wrestle aside from fly.

Dots: It won't be long until he breaks into his groove and takes the upper hand away from AOD.

Peckman: Well he better do something, AOD is looking like he wants to take that leg home with him and mantle it above the fireplace.

[Renfield quickly grabs the ropes and stands up, holding that left leg. AOD quickly turns around with his back to Renfield and does a huge moonsault and lands with his right foot dead in the head of Wally.]

Peckman: Huge Pele' kick by AOD there. He took his head off!

Dots: That's it Jimmy, I figured it out!

Peckman: What's that Larry?

Dots: Wally Renfield must be sick! He's gotta have the flu! That's the only reason he's not taking over this match.

Peckman: You sicken me Larry.

[Renfield drops down onto his chest as AOD moves over to the top ropes. He gets ready and lunges over and hits a sunset flip from the top on a just standing Wally Renfield. As he rolls Wally back, Renfield rolls through and gets into his feet. He holds up AOD's legs and gets ready to step into a sharpshooter, but AOD shoots up onto his shoulders and wraps his feet around Renfield's head and flips, tossing Wally into the corner chest first.]

Peckman: Did you see that Larry! AOD Just did a Hurricanrana while laying down in a way. He shot to his shoulders and just flipped back! Amazing!

Dots: I've seen better.

[AOD charges into the same corner as Renfield staggers out of it back to the center of the ring. AOD jumps off and goes for a front dropkick but Wally catches his legs and is in that same position as he was a minute ago for the sharpshooter. Renfield points at the crowd and the ref turns his head, missing Wally Renfield drilling AOD in the junk with a right hand. He tosses his legs aside and starts to try to work out the cramps in his left leg. The ref turns and notices AOD holding his area but Renfield denies it and continues to walk around the ring.]

Dots: THERE WE GO WALLY!

Peckman: How much more deliberant must you be! C'mon ref keep your head in the game, that was a illegal right hand, square in AOD's.....

Dots: Your dang right it was Larry. And he hit him in the midsection I might add. Not the privates.

Peckman: Oh get glasses then Larry that was blatant!

[Renfield picks up AOD and hits a vertical suplex. He stands up and walks a couple more steps, then drops a knee to the face of AOD. He lifts him back up and lands a huge shoulder breaker. He locks a ki-lock on the left arm of AOD, but he grabs the ropes to break the pressure of the move. Renfield picks up AOD and hits two quick jabs. He brings him into the corner and sets him up top. He goes to the second rope and tosses AOD off with a top rope butterfly suplex. He moves over and goes for the cover.]

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Peckman: The champ still has some fight here tonight.

[Renfield tosses AOD into the ropes and hits a huge back body drop. He lifts him up again and tosses him into the ropes a second time. He catches him and hits a 180 Spinebuster. He crosses his arms across his chest and goes for another cover.]

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[AOD now is getting pummeled by hard lefts and rights, and is now slapped into a rear chin lock.]

Dots: Now this is the way this match should be, dominating by the challenger.

Peckman: AOD really needs to try to mount a comeback here or else that belt is going to leave his hands.

[AOD starts to get up and delivers some elbows to the midsection of Wally Renfield. He breaks away from the chin lock and charges to the ropes. He shoots off but is met quickly by a boot to the midsection. Renfield lifts him up and hits a Manhattan drop, followed by a quick ddt. He moves in for the cover.]

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Peckman: AOD WILL NOT STAY DOWN!

Dots: C'mon Wally follow up!

[Renfield now goes back to work on AOD's back again. He lifts him up and body slams him down, and then rolls him to his stomach. He shoots off the ropes and drops a huge knee to the back of AOD. He picks him back up and drapes him over his shoulder. He quickly drops onto his butt and jams AOD's back onto his shoulder. AOD screams in agony as Renfield quickly puts AOD in a surfboard stretch, with both knees into AOD's back.]

Peckman: This is trouble for AOD. He might have to just give it up to save that back of his.

Dots: I hope he gives it up Jimmy, because he's gotta win!

[Wally pulls AOD to his feet and begins to lay in a few lefts and then rights. AOD begins to fall back towards the turnbuckle. Renfield drop kicks AOD in the chest and he falls back and holds himself barely up on the turnbuckle post. Renfield gets to his feet as the former SWF Heavyweight champion runs to the other side of the ring and comes flying back nailing a huge splash.]



Peckman: PIN HIM!



[The current SWF Sadistic champion climbs to the turnbuckle and gets the crowd cheering. He dives off and nails a hug elbow drop across AOD’s chest.]



Peckman/Dots: RENNY DELUXE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



[“Ruthless” Wally Renfield makes the cover.]



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[The referee takes the decision away after noticing his foot on the rope. Wally is fuming made and arguing with the referee on his decision. The Sadistic champion doesn’t seem pleased what so ever as AOD rolls him up into a school boy pin.]



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[They both get to their feet and AOD whips Renfield into the turnbuckle post. AOD then kicks Wally in the ribs a few times before nailing a huge DDT. AOD drops a few elbows on the back of Renfield’s neck before dragging him to his feet. Wally nails a low blow on his way up and knees AOD in the jaw causing him to bleed a bit.]

Peckman: He was so close to winning its not even funny...

Dots: Well he blew the match he had to showboat while he was on the turnbuckle post. He could be sitting in the back being a double champion right now if he didn’t need to please this crowd.

Peckman: Shut up Larry he had a big day winning quite a few of awards and this could be the perfect ending to a perfect year for the youngster that rose to the top of the Sadistic Wrestling Federation.

[Renfield grasps AOD into a sleeper hold but it is quickly reversed by a firemans carry. AOD does a front flip and drops his leg across Wally’s chest. He catches his breath and runs the SWF Icon shoulder first into the turnbuckle post and then lifts him into the turnbuckle.]

Peckman: COME ON RENNY!!!

Dots: It’s over Jimmy just realize that...

[AOD applies a double chicken wing on Wally Renfield while standing on the top rope and links their hands together behind Wally’s back. AOD lifts Wally up and falls backwards dropping Renfield on his upper back and AOD goes for the cover.]



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[The referee signals for the bell]



Dots: I told you!



Peckman: He will get a rematch I can promise you that Wally Renfield will become the WWA Cruiserweight champion in 2005.



Zorana Blair: “Here is your winner and STILL THE WWA CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION A...O...D!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”



Peckman: What a shitty way to close out the New Year but there is always next year to look forward too!



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