Announcer: "For the following contest, we've just been informed that it will take not 3, but FIVE seconds on the hot coals to win! A special stipulation added for the competitors tonight! Introducing first, Coming to the ring weighing in at 225 pounds, standing at 6'2" "THE ICON" WREC HANNIBAL!"

[The lights dim and a red haze comes over the arena. "Won't Back Down"; by Fuel comes over the PA. The song hits a beat and there is a explosion at the entrance way. As the music gets more intense you see Wrec Hannibal walk out from behind the curtain wearing a black trench coat, no shirt, black tight with the red bone lettering spelling out Hannibal. Wrec takes a couple steps forward, looks out at the crowd with a cocky look while Tiffany Chaos walks from behind the curtain wearing a tight black leather tank top and black leather pants.]

I know what darkness means
(and the void you learned from me)
The isolation steams
(So I think it wants to bleed)
The echoes in my brain
(All the things you said to me)
You took my everything
Now I'm coming for you!

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

I won't back down
I will not bow
I've come to bring you hell
I can’t forget
Things you did
I've come to bring you hell

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

The shadows that you see
(In the places that you sleep)
Are memories of me
(Better pray your soul to keep)
The truth behind your eyes
(You know the thing you never see)
Your darkest little lies
I'm coming for you!

[Wrec stretches out his arms into a underhook flex, then points both of his thumbs towards himself in a cocky manner in spite of the crowd booing him.]

Announcer: “His opponent….Standing at 6’1 weighing 225 pounds… From Toronto CHRIS SAAAAAAAAAAAAAINNT!”

[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 Chris Saint and the SWF. His long blonde hair is down covering his face. He wears a "Fuck SWF" t-shirt to go along with his shreaded blue jeans. The fans begin to shout out the boo's.]

Larry Dots: "I always liked Chris."

Jimmy Peckman: "Whatever. He sure brought some back up."

[Dark Wolf, WMW Summit Champion, steps out and walks to the side of Saint. The man radiates power and has his championship draped around his shoulder. On Saint's other side is his short assistant Timmy Jennings and his long time friend Judas Testament. Testament is carrying a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire, looking for anything that looks suspicious.]

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 people 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, even as the fans begin to through popcorn and other food items at him. Dark Wolf and Testament remain at his side, Dark Wolf is raising his Summit Championship for the crowd to see.]

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. Dark Wolf and Judas Testament walk to opposite sides of the ring.]

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 people 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 slowly stands up 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.]

[Officials, a large group of about close to 10 wheelbarrols the outside of the ring with hot coals. Saint and Hannibal look on, Hannibal with a sinister grin. Before long, the whole outside of the ring is covered in the hot coals.]

[Bell sounds]

[Saint and Hannibal tie up in the middle of the ring with a front grapple. The coals outside of the ring sizzle. Saint throws Hannibal into the ropes and tries to run him down. Wrec catches himself and lifts Saint overhead. He goes flying.]

[Cameras flash.]

[Saint lands on the apron. He shoulders Hannibal in the stomach a few times before Hannibal backs up and knees him in the head. Then Hannibal follows up with another, and another. Then Hannibal runs into the opposing ropes and rams his full body weight into Saint who goes crashing onto the coals.]

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[Saint landed on his feet, and slides into the ring immediately. Needing to be in the ring before the five count. Saint is met with stomps from Hannibal, who remembers Saint stealing HIS SWF Heavyweight Championship a while back in thier first match. Saint fights back but avoids standing due to the heat his legs endured just now.]

[Wrec Hannibal goes for a Sharpshooter. Saint kicks him away. Hannibal screams out of the pain he suffers. Saint grins, and stands. He kicks Hannibal again with his heated boot. The audience cheers.]

[Hannibal goes back into the ropes, suffering those kicks from Saint. Saint goes for a flamin’ Superkick for probably one of the first times in his career but Hannibal ducks it and tackles the support leg of Saint. Knocking him to the ground. Hannibal grips Saints ankle and starts to apply an Ankle lock on the man. Saint is screaming in pain, but tapping won't give Hannibal the win. Hannibal has the hold in for a full 2-4 minutes.]

[He starts kicking Saint and pushing him toward the edge. The audience is booing Hannibal like crazy for his treatment of Saint, despite the type of match and the type of tournament this is. Saint's on the edge. Hannibal tries to kick him again but he can't. He runs into the ropes and bounds off with a baseball slide...]

[CHEERS]

[Flashes]

[Saint DODGES HIM!

Hannibal slides outside and lands on his thighs and ass. His eyes go wide and he lets out a scream.

THE CROWD IS LOVING EVERY BIT OF IT.]

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[Hannibal is ALREADY UP AND INTO THE RING! He stands up and gets assaulted with a few punches by Saint before getting slammed down to the matt with a Belly to belly Suplex. Hannibal stands up and gets put down again with a snapmare takedown. Saint stands the disoriented Hannibal up and throws him into the ropes and runs behind him.]

[Hannibal stops and throws a quick elbow to the face that stops him. Hannibal grabs stunned Saint and throws him into the corner, and tries to follow up but Saint climbs the second turnbuckle. Hannibal meets him and the two start trading blows. Saint. Hannibal. Saint. Hannibal. Hannibal seemingly gets the upper hand and grabs Saint at the hips, standing him up on the third turnbuckle while getting on the second.

SAINT IS IN THE AIR.

Larry Dots: Ladies and gentlemen, the next tournament match will be the Lucha en jaula electrificada, did I say that right?

Jimmy Peckman: Yeah I think, well anyway, in english it means fight in an electric cage!

Larry Dots: This is one of the matches i've really been looking forward to seeing tonight Jim.

Jimmy Peckman: I think everybody is excited to see this match.

Larry Dots: Well last round Mark Adkins dedeated Matt Hunter in the Bed of Objects deathmatch, going onto to the second round. But a former WWA World Heavy Weight Champion, "The Greek Physique" Darius Leonidas bruttally attack Adkins backstage, sending him to the hospital in a ambulance.

Jimmy Peckman: So, taking Adkins place in this horrible match, will be Darius himself!

Larry Dots: So it will be, in the electric cage, Darius Leonidas, against the man who defeated Conner's in the last round, TRENCH!!!

Announcer: NOW COMING TO THE RING, AT THE HEIGHT OF SIX FEET TWO INCHES, AND WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHTY POUNDS!!!! " THE GREEK PHYSIQUE"!!! DAAARRRIUUUSSS LEEOONNNIIDDAASSS!!!!

[ "Ticks and Leeches" blasts over the P.A. system, as the 6'2", 280 pound man walks out of the entrance way with a cocky smirk, dressed in a white suit and black under shirt and shades as the fans boo at him. Darius walks down the entrance ramp in and slides into the ring, before taking he's suit jacket and sun glassess off. ]

Jimmy Peckman: Darius looks ready.

[ Darius rolls up his sleeves before leaning against the turnbuckle, awaiting he's opponent. ]

Annoucer: AND HE'S OPPONENT!! AT THE HEIGHT OF SIX FEET THREE INCHES!!! WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY POUNDS!!! HE IS THE SWF SADISTIC CHAMPION!!!!!! TTTRREEEEEEENNNNNCCCHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

[ The lights begin to flicker off ]

Larry Dots: And here we go!

[ The fans are left in pitch black with the only light coming from the flashing camera's. On the screen, a dim image begins to appear. Getting more clear each second, everybody realizes that it is the Trench "t"symbol, now blaring on the tron. " My Plague" blasts over the P.A system while flashing red lights begin to blink every which way. ]

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

[ As the song begins to pick up scenes from Trench's past matches flicker on and off, going with the music as Trench walks out of the entrance way, with SWF Sadistic title around his waist. His long wet, and dripping brown hair covers his face which etches with anger, while his long leather trench coat draggs against the floor as he begins to walk down the ramp. The fans scream so loudly, that you can barely hear his entrance music.. ]

Jimmy Peckman: Ladies and gentleman... Our Sadistic champion!

LD: He is a real sicko.. And now will be contending in the King Of The Death tournament, signing his name onto the contract that Tai was carrying around.

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

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

Jimmy Peckman: Even though he just came out of a brutal match last round, he also looks ready!

Larry Dots: Oh yeah

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

[ Trench rolls into the ring and sits in the corner, taking his SWF Championship off and holding it to his face, slightly shaking back and forth , looking at Darius as he stands accross the ring from him, just as ready to fight as he is. ]

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

[ The lights begin to flicker back on, , and the sadistic tron goes black. Trench stands up, and walks to the middle of the ring, throwing his trenchcoat off, and aggressively handing his title to the referee. ]

Jimmy Peckman: And the cage is now lowering.

[ The cage begins to lower down as Darius and Trench look up, watching it closer to enclosing them. ]

[ DING, DING, DING. ]

Larry Dots: And there's the bell!

[ Trench and Darius stare eachother down. before they begin to circle eachother, trying to stay as far away from the cage as the electric is turned on to the steel. ]

Jimmu Peckman: And the cage is now electrified!

[ Trench and Darius lock up, struggling to push each bother back and forth closer and closer to the cage. ]

Larry Dots: They lock up.

[ Darius slaps Trench's hands away from him and pushes him almost right into the cage, Trench stops just on time with he's hands on the ropes before turning around and grappling up once again. ]

Jimmy Peckman: Close one, you got to realize that Darius Leonidas has the upper hand in this cage match, being that he only had to attack Mark Adkins to get into this match, while Trench had to put everything on the line a deathmatch.

[ Darius and Trench struggle back and forth once again to over power the other, this time Trench gets the upper hand and pushes Darius towards the cage. Darius stops only inches and way and turns around, taunting Trench by shaking he's head. ]

Larry Dots: This time Darius getting close.

[ Darius turns around, as Trench grabs he's arm to whip into to the ropes, Darius reverses and whips Trench very close to the steel cage, Trench stops just in time and turns around as. ]

_BAM!!!_

[ Darius almost takes Trench's head off with a ruthless clothsline. ]

Jimmy Peckman: And Trench is taken down by a clothsline!

[ Darius jumps to he's feet and begins to taunt the fans, being very, very cock, before. ]

Larry Dots: Trench kicks up to he's feet!

[ Darius turns around, as Trench begins to give strong right fists to he's face, sending him across the ring. Darius, abit dazed wipes he's face, before Trench kicks him in the midsection, and throws him in to the electrified cage. ]

Jimmy Peckman: And Darius is the fist to feel the zap of that cage!!

[ Darius screams in pain, throwing himself away from the cage right into a back drop from Trench. Darius flips over and lands right on he's feet, before throwing Trench face first into the cage. ]

Larry Dots: And now Trench feeling it!

[ Trench turns around, as both men begin to brawl, throwing right and left fists back at one another. ]

Jimmy Peckman: Quick hands swinging back and forth at eachother now!

[ Darius gets the upper hand on Trench and whips him to the opposite side of the ring, Trench bounces off the ropes nearly hitting the cage and runs back towards Darius. Darius kneels down and back drops Trench right into the cage, trying to take him out early in the match. ]

Larry Dots: HOLY SHIT!!!! Trench was just back dropped into the cage! And is now feeling that high voltage surge through out he's body!

Jimmy Peckman: He is stuck in between the ropes.

[ Trench wiggles out of the ropes and away from the cage, but Darius does not give him a chance to take a breather, kicking him while he is down right away. ]

Larry Dots: Very, very smart move by Darius, knowing very well Trench does not have that much energy in him.

[ Darius taunts Trench to get up, kicking him in the rib cage every so often with a smile upon he's face. ]

Jimmy Peckman: Yeah, he is taking alittle bit to much advantage of this situation.

[ Darius picks Trench up, before upper cutting him in the jaw making him stumble back into the turnbuckle. Darius steps onto the second turnbuckle and begins to punch Trench in the face, knowing he is dominating the match. ]

Larry Dots: Alright, he's is showing off alittle bit to much now.

[ Darius wraps he's arm around Trench's head, and spins around with a tornado DDT, slamming Trench's head right into the mat, jumping up right away taunting the fans once again. ]

Jimmy Peckman: Beautiful tornado DDT by "The Greek Physique", I think he knows he has this match basically won, Trench is getting worn out.

[ Darius picks Trench up by the hair, Trench gets to he's knees and tries to shake it off, as Darius slaps him in the head, telling him to get up. Darius grabs Trench by the head, and goes to drag him to he's feet, but Trench comes out of no where with a low blow. ]

Larry Dots: And trench playing dirty with the low blow!!!

[ Trench jumps to he's feet with hatred in he's before unloading on Darius with furious right fists to the face and stomach. ]

Jimmy Peckman: AND TRENCH IS BACK!!!

[ The crowd goes crazy as Trench begins to flip out, with a sinister look on he's face. He grabs Darius by the head, and begins to smash he's face into the steel cage, before he begins to punch himself, very intense. Darius stumbles back, and turns around, only to be cannon bolted into the electrified cage, screaming in pain before falling on to he's stomach. ]

Crowd: TRENCH!!!! TRENCH!!! TRENCH!!!

Jimmy Peckman: Where the hell did that come from!?

Larry Dots: I don't know, but I can never get why some of these fans cheer for Trench, I mean he hates everybody.

Jimmy Peckman: Probably because of he's talent in the ring, this guy is a maniac Larry.

[ Darius rolls over, to reveal blood rolling down he's face. ]

Larry Dots: AND DARIUS LEONIDAS IS BUSTED OPEN!!!!!!!!!!!

Jimmy Peckman: I can't believe this, this cage is deadly.. It is early in the match, and already one of the competitors are bleeding!

[ Darius wipes he's hide and realizes he is bleeding, jumping to he's feet and trying to get the blood away from he's eyes. Trench goes for a clothsline, but Darius ducks it and gets a german suplex all in, slaming Trench into the middle of the canvas. ]

Jimmy Peckman: Darius looking abit angry now.

Larry Dots: Yeah, he probably figured he would come out of the match without any cuts or bruises.

Jimmy Peckman: Yeah, Trench was getting the upper hand for alittle bit, but I think Darius has to much energy, even with the blood dripping down he's face.

[ Darius wipes the blood from he's head and spits on the floor next to Trench, pissed off, before turning Trench around and applying the Gorgon Sleeper to him. ]

Larry Dots: And Leonidas with the Gorgon sleeper!!

Jimmy Peckman: Trench can't tap, but he can sure pass out, making it easy for Darius to climb out of the cage!

[ Darius viciously pulls back on Trench's neck, as he screams in pain knowing trying to get out of the submission will not work. ]

Darius Leonidas: C'mon! Pass out you piece of shit!!

[ Darius yells at Trench, getting frustrated. ]

Jimmy Peckman: Darius want's this win bad.

Larry Dots: Well yeah, it will take him to the final round of the tournament.

[ Darius lets go of Trench, before kicking him in the back of the head. ]

Darius Leonidas: Turn the electric off!

[ Darius screams out, getting impatient waiting. He begins to climb up, as Trench gets to one knee, not letting himself stay down. Darius looks in back of him, amazed to see Trench on both feet stumbling towards the cage. Trench grabs Darius's left leg and tries to bring him down, but Darius kicks him off with he's right foot, making Trench stumble back abit. ]

Larry Dots: If Darius climbs abit quicker we can have a winner here!

[ Trench shakes it off, and dashes back towards the cage, this time grabbing both of Darius's legs and pulling down on them, causing Darius to fall right on he's throat on the top rope. ]

Jimmy Peckman: OHHHH!!!!

[ Darius holds he's throat and falls back, as the electic is turned on once again. ]

Larry Dots: That had to hurt!

[ Trench kicks Darius in the midsection and connects with a snap suplex. Trench then slowly gets to he's feet and begins to stomp Darius out. ]

Larry Dots: Trench once again getting the upper hand, lets see if he can wear Darius down so he can climb out of that cage now.

[ Trench picks Darius up, and lifts him up on he's shoulder, before he dodges across the ring towards the cage. ]

CRASH!!!!!

[ Trench rams Darius's head into the cage, then steps back and turns around. ]

BAM!!!!!

[ Trench rams Darius's head into the opposite side of the cage, before dropping him and leaning up against the turnbuckle, with barely enough energy in him to stand. ]

Jimmy Peckman: Trench ramming he's opponents head in to the electrified cage! If he can climb up the cage right now he might have this match won!!!

[ Trench looks at the cage, and begins to climb the ropes. ]

Larry Dots: Here we go!

[ Darius Leonidas begins to come to he's senses, and push himself up, looking at Trench climbing the cage. ]

Jimmy Peckman: WAIT! Darius is up!

[ Darius jumps to he's feet and runs towards the cage, he begins to climb up right along Trench before elbowing him in the face, trying his hardest to get him down. ]

Larry Dots: Darius elbowing Trench, trying to send him off the cage.

[ Trench lets go of the cage with one end, with Darius not stoping with the elbows. ]

Jimmy Peckman: And Trench lets go! Falling on he's feet though!

[ Trench lands on he's feet, and begins to climb up right in back of Darius. Trench stands up on the top rope, and turns around, grabbing both of Darius's arms. ]

Larry Dots/Jimmy Peckman: THE BROKEN CROSS!!!!

[ Trench gets he's version of the Razor's Edge on Darius of the steel cage, and both men are layed out in the middle of the ring.]

Jimmy Peckman: Both men are down now!!!

Larry Dots: Amazing, Trench with the Broken Cross off the cage! If only he could climb up the cage quicker he could have it won again, this is just insane.

[ Trench begins to drag himself towards the cage, lifting himself up by the ropes, he taps the cage, making sure the electric is off before he pulls himself up. ]

Jimmy Peckman: Very slowly, Trench is making it up the cage.

[ Trench struggles up the cage, as Darius begins to get up once again. ]

Larry Dots: Trench isn't even half way up the cage and Darius is right behind him! This is bad.

Jimmy Peckman: He will not let Trench get up the cage, and is getting up from everything!

[ Darius grabs Trench in a reverse DVD, and steps away from the cage. ]

Larry Dots: THE GREEK SHAKEDOWN!!!THE GREEK SHAKEDOWN!!!!!!!!

[ Darius goes to the middle of the ring, and goes to flip Trench over, but he lands on he's feet. ]

Jimmy Peckman: DROP OFFF HATEE!!!!!!!!!!!!! TRENCH COUNTERS WITH THE DROP OF HATE RIGHT INTO THE CAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Larry Dots: The fans are going absolutely nuts in this arena!!!

[ Trench jumps up with a slight limp and climbs the cage the look of anguish in he's face. Darius goes to sit up, but flops right back down. ]

Jimmy Peckman: Darius ain't getting up from that!

Larry Dots: Trench at the top of the cage!

[ Trench looks down at Darius with a evil look and jumps down from the cage. ]

[ DING, DING, DING. ]

Larry Dots: OH MY GOD!!! TRENCH GOES ONTO THE FINALS TO FACE CHRIS SAINT!!!!

Jimmy Peckman: Trench somehow overcame the odds and defeated " The Greek Physique"Darius Leonidas!

Announcer: LADIES AND GENTLEMAN!! YOU'RE WINNER!! WHO WILL BE GOING ON TO THE FINALS OF THE DEATHMATCH TOURNAMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TTTTTRRRRRRREEEEEEENNNNNNCCCCCHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ " My Plauge" Blasts over the P.A. system as Trench falls against the cage, with officials holding he's hand up in victory. ]

Larry Dots: This is insane, the main event, the final match of the King Of The Deathmatch tournament will be Chris Saint verses Trench in a street fight!!!

Larry Dots: Now a match that could steal the show is the next match we have!

Jimmy Peckman: It's time for that already?

Larry Dots: Sure is!

Continue: Part 5