[The package fades out with the music, and we fade into the inside of the arena, with the intrepid SWF announcing team of Jimmy Peckman and Larry Dots standing ringside as the ring crew prepares for the first match of the evening.]

Jimmy Peckman: "Ladies and gentlemen, we are LIVE from one of the biggest events that has ever happened in this arena.....THIS IS KING OF THE DEATH MATCH!!!"

[The crowd roars to life, and begins a chant....]

ESS-DUB-EFF! ESS-DUB-EFF! ESS-DUB-EFF!
ESS-DUB-EFF! ESS-DUB-EFF! ESS-DUB-EFF!
ESS-DUB-EFF! ESS-DUB-EFF! ESS-DUB-EFF!
ESS-DUB-EFF! ESS-DUB-EFF! ESS-DUB-EFF!

Jimmy Peckman: "Joining me, as always, my broadcast partner here in SWF, and for this live event, the incomparable Larry Dots."

Larry Dots: "It's high time you finally give me the praise I deserve, Pecker."

Jimmy Peckman: "Larry, we have eight of the most brutal, most dangerous, most life-threatening matches ever created going down right here tonight, and no match could be bigger than the epic meeting between "The Silent Warrior" Ulfric, and the WWA World Heavyweight Champion, "The Natural" Mike Bell."

Larry Dots: No, Jimbo, I don't think it gets much bigger than this. You have two men in this setting, where anything goes; there are no rules, with a grudge against the other of major proportions. It will be wild, it will be violent, and it will be bloody, and I LOVE IT!"

[Boot steps ring a hallow echo of taps upon the floor as he strode down the corridor. Tonight we see pale eyes that are focused, tonight we see a face covered in the same paint and pattern he had worn the night he debut. All things must come full circle, and there in the black paint, the white lines were painted through the eyes and mouth, a learning mask many have more thank likely forgotten.]

[The jeans he wears are old and stained with blood, the t-shirt, forgotten lore with its LCW logo and the ribbons of barbed wire on the king of hardcore shirt.]

King of hardcore.

[That’s what he’d once been called so very long ago…before the titles, before the fame, before the stable wars and bitter feuds there had been only one thing he’d been known for. He could look down at himself in pride and know how very far he’d come in so few years. Now he looked up that long corridor, and whether this was the last walk or not it didn’t matter. There was nothing left but this moment, and this moment was his.]

[His eyes told the story of endless wars and endless roads and endless pain. His face bore the scars of one who had never been handed a single goddamn things. His legacy was whispered as he stepped past face after face in the hall. They feared him, they loathed him, and they despised him, yet not a single one-stepped in his path, not a single one dared get in his way.]

[He stopped at his dressing room door for only a moment…then shook his head, walking on past, heading down into the bowls of the building, into the depths and core of that hulking mass of steal and stone.]

[It is the way things had been done in the beginning, and if this should be the end…was only fitting.]

Jimmy Peckman: "Tonight definitely will be a crazy night! It will be a landmark night for the Sadistic Wrestling Federation, and the World Wrestling Alliance. We both bring you the greatest King of Deathmatch ever, and what could be the end of a bitter feud!"

Larry Dots: "Not only that, we have Chris Saint here in our grasp! We can finally show that bastard that he isn’t anything besides mediocre. I hope Ryan Matthews beat the living crap out of him in his first round match!"

Jimmy Peckman: Saint was a great competitor in his time here in the SWF, had a classic feud with Dan Easton over the SWF Heavyweight title. He held the WWA Cruiserweight title, and was given a shot at the WWA World title when Tai Haven first signed him. But, I am with SWF and Tai Havens decisions about taking him out... Nobody crosses the SWF and gets away with it. Chris, you better have somebody here with you tonight!

Larry Dots: "I can’t believe you actually think that! That is great!"

[Mike Bell enters the arena and immediately begins to make his way towards the ring entrance area. A back stagehand tries to ask for an autograph, but the current WWA and WWC World Heavyweight Champion just walks on by, as if he didn't hear a thing. He is wearing blue jean pants, a black IWA Extreme Championship t-shirt, and you can see the super sized belt buckle that he is wearing. Someone else attempts to ask him a question, but again he walks straight past the individual without saying a single word. As Jimmy Peckman and Larry Dots are getting ready to announce the card, straight through the curtain walks "The Natural" Mike Bell.]

Jimmy Peckman: "I believe we have company Dots: And he doesn't look too happy either"

[The arena erupts into cheers, but Mike is oblivious to it all. He walks with a purpose to the ring, and once inside, he is handed a house mic.]

Mike Bell: "You know something..."

[The cheering stops, as they prepare to hang on his every word]

Mike Bell: "Before I sign, seal, and deliver Ulfric's death warrant..."

Jimmy Peckman: "Oh boy..."

Larry Dots: "Cocky isn't he?"

Mike Bell: "I have a few choice words for Dark Wolf"

[Again, the arena erupts into cheers. They remember what Dark Wolf did to Mike Bell several months ago when he attacked him in the now defunct TSW.]

Mike Bell: "Dark Wolf, you must not have known who you were screwing around with when you attacked me after the TSW Battle Royal..."

[He begins to pace]

Mike Bell: "But to stand up there at the "Mountain"..."

[He does the quote / un-quote symbol with his fingers]

Mike Bell: "And tell people that I only signed with C2W because I was trying to keep a belt that I didn't deserve, was ignorant on your part."

[The pacing continues]

Mike Bell: "But then again..."

[He stops pacing, and faces the camera]

Mike Bell: "The same could be said about you. Wasn't it you who came out and attacked me, after I won the TSW Battle Royal?"

[Mike nods his head, the look of sheer hatred never diminishing]

Mike Bell: "Wasn't I supposed to get my title shot against you?"

[A small smile is formed]

Mike Bell: "A title shot that you "conveniently" got out of?"

[Again, the quote / un-quote symbol with the fingers]

Jimmy Peckman: "This isn't going to be good, not good at all"

Larry Dots: "Bell is only running off at the mouth because Dark Wolf isn't here"

Jimmy Peckman: "I don't think that Bell cares"

Mike Bell: "Well you know, you can stand in front of as many podiums as you want to Dark Wolf, but it still won't change the fact that you are now on the outside, looking in. You claim to be the best in the alliance, but I sure as hell didn't see you trying to punk me out BEFORE I wrestled in the TSW Battle Royal..."

[Pause]

Mike Bell: "No, you waited until after the fact before you stepped into the ring with me."

[Mike points at the camera]

Mike Bell: "Just remember that Dark Wolf, you waited until "AFTER" the fact."

[He then begins to pace again; it is time to talk about the real reason why he is here.]

Mike Bell: "Now then, it is time to get down to business. Ulfric, just so you know, you won't be walking out of this arena in one piece."

Jimmy Peckman: "I hope that they have enough EMT's on call!"

Mike Bell: "The day that you put that hot iron to my son's back..."

[He is beginning to get emotional]

Mike Bell: "Is the same day that I condemned your ass to death."

[The camera zooms in on his face]

Mike Bell: "You see Rick; I plan on making you live through the same pain that my son had to live through. Then, after I end your miserable existence, I'm going to make sure that NOBODY gets to my family ever again."

[He walks towards the ring ropes, and then leans on them]

Mike Bell: "Matter of fact Rick, if I'm not mistaken, I think that I saw a branding iron and bullwhip somewhere here in the arena..."

[_Massive pop!_]

[These people love blood and gore]

Larry Dots: "He can't talk to Ulfric like that!"

Jimmy Peckman: "I believe he just did!"

[A sadistic smile forms on Mike Bell's face]

Mike Bell: "I wonder how many times you can crack a man in the skull before it breaks open?"

Jimmy Peckman: "Huh?"

[Bell throws the mic down and exits the ring]

Larry Dots: "That man needs to be arrested."

Jimmy Peckman: "Not only does he need to be arrested but he needs to understand here in the SWF, he can’t just barge out here and start going off about this and that. Tai Haven will probably get a bit mad at him."

Larry Dots: "So what is the first match on the venue tonight Jimmy?"

Jimmy Peckman: "That would be Dean Hobkirk taking on Wrec Hannibal!"

Larry Dots: "Did you just say Wrec Hannibal? Jimmy Peckman: Yes sir..."

Larry Dots: "I thought after Tai Haven fired him he banned Wrec from all SWF events?"

Jimmy Peckman: "I guess he changed his mind, or putting Wrec through this kind of pain is good enough revenge."

Larry Dots: "What type of match is it?"

Jimmy Peckman: "It is an explosion match! To win you must blowup your opponent by tossing him onto the barbed wire explosion board with a small amount of c-4!"

Larry Dots: "It sounds like revenge to me... But do you think he would hold his grudge this long?"

Jimmy Peckman: "Remember everybody that went against him when him and Price had MSW?"

Larry Dots: "Yeah... Jimmy Peckman: Look at Blade and Easton, he hates them, and makes their lives miserable here in SWF. But wait we’re getting another video feed!"

[Parking Lot.]

[His parking stall was taken, and Chris Saint wasn't looking too happy. His black Lexus swerves into the stall next to his former stall. Chris Saint recognizes the car in his normal stall for an event; it belongs to Mr. Ryan Matthews. The passenger door opens and out steps the WMW "World" Summit Champion, shortly followed by Judas Testament and Timmy Jennings from the back seat. Another car pulls up next to them, and The Brothers Smith, Jon and Parker get out as does Heatwave, Jimmy Riley, and Triston Connors.

Chris Saint: "Hey Wolf..."

[Saint has an idea, but doesn't finish his sentence. He is too busy reaching into the car, looking for something. He finds it.]

Dark Wolf: "Yes?"

Chris Saint: "You see this car? It belongs to Ryan Matthews, [Saint holds up the spray paint.] But don't worry; I think you'll like this."

[Dark Wolf smiles. Saint shakes the spray can and begins to write three words on the hood. He only manages to get the "WM" done before Wolf speaks and when the man speaks, everyone listens.]

Dark Wolf: "I'll finish it off."

[Dark Wolf finishes the last "W". The car has been branded. Saint is satisfied with his childish deed and begins to walk towards the arena...His backup follows closely.]

Jimmy Peckman: "The Brothers Smith are back in WMW? No Way! I haven’t seen or heard from them in a while!"

Larry Dots: "Saint has some back up with him... he will need it big time, maybe even more then WMW can bring. But can we get the first match going? I need to see some damn blood already!"

Jimmy Peckman: "Yeah Dean is already in the ring and we’re waiting on Wrec Hannibal, the first SWF Heavyweight champion and a former WWA World tag team champion!"

Continuing: Part 2