The camers hit the stage as the Titiontron lights up with flames and a cross slowly fades in on the screen. Blue laser lights shoot out from the Titontron circling through the crowd. Acouple of seconds later red lasers shoot out from the stage hitting the ring. After a moment the arena goes black as a voice comes over the PA.

Voice: I can hear what your thinking all your doubts and fears and if you look in my eyes in time you'll find the reason I'm here. And in time all things shall pass away and in time you may come back someday. To live once more or die once more, but in time your time'll be over

As the words fade over the PA.blue and red smoke begins to role over the enterence way as six men walk out from under the smoke and line up down the ramp standing across from each other. They reach under there cloaks and each pull a single large cross out and hold it high above their heads as "King of Kings" by Motorhead begins to play. The lights come on dimely in the arena as a figure appears under the red and blue smoke.

The figure bows its head before stepping out from under the smoke and raises his hands hig in the air as the fans erupt at the sight of SFM on the stage. SFM looks left and then right as he lowers his arms and starts down the ramp walking under the crosses held above his head by the cloaked men.

As SFM reaches the ring steps he goes two steps up before stopping and turning towards the fans and shooting them a cocky smile before continuing up the ring steps and standing on the ring apron. SFM turns once again resting his back against the ropes and raising his hands high above his head

Motorhead: The King grinned red as he walked from the blaze, Where the traitor lost both his name and his face. Through the halls and the corridors stinging in blood, He tasted his grin and it tasted good. The King took his head. Left him broken and dead.

SFM turns and ducks under the top rope and walks to the center of the ring and shoots the fans another cocky smile as he raises his hand and points at a turnbuckle and red pyro explodes out of it. He points at a second turnbuckle and a blue pyro explodes. A red explodes from the thrid and a blue from the forth.

Motorhead: Bow down to the, bow down to the King. Bow down to the, bow down to the King. Bow down to the, bow down to the King.

SFM raise his hands above his head and lowers his head as his hair falls down covering his face. He brings his hands down as red and blue pyros explode from all four turnbuckles and his music fades as SFM waits for his opponents

The entire arena waits in silence. They know who's coming, and they're saving their breath to boo. Suddenly, loud music comes blaring over the speakers of the arena, along with a voice...
�?I>Don't hate me, because I'm beautiful
Don't hate me, because I'm the best
Don't hate me, because I'm the champion
Just love me, like all the rest...do�?/P>

The song picks up in pace, as we see Matt Matlock emerge from the backstage area, with his usual out of ring attire on and his CWA & nWWF Title belts over each shoulder. Pyros shoot off in a shower at the top of the stage, as Matlock slides each belt down to a hand and spins around, raising them up in the air.

Each time the pyro blasts, Matt sticks his arms straight into the air, titles in hand of course. As the final explosion goes off, he hands his belts to the ref and then removes his hat, ring, cross and shades as he gets ready to tangle with his opponent.

Shawn Cain is handed the belt, which he raises over his head to deafening cheers. He hands the belt off to someone down on the floor and signals for the bell to ring. The two men immediately lock into a double headlock.

Busch: “Matlock with a driving kick to the midsection. There‘s another one. And another one.�?/P>

Marshal: “Good idea on the part of the champion. Kick him till he’s down, then kick him some more.�?/P>

Matlock Irish Whips SFM off of the ropes, and greets him with a bulldog. As Matlock jumps up and heads over to the corner of the ring to taunt the crowd some, Shawn Cain begins the count out.

Four�?/P>

Marshal: “That was one hell of a bulldog, Bert. Looked like it hurt a little bit.�?/P>

Busch: “Indeed it did, Jay.�?/P>

SFM makes it back to his feet and the counting ceases. The ref takes a second to make sure he’s ok enough to continue, then signals for the action to resume. Cocky and confident, Matlock swaggers over to inflict some more pain on the challenger, but SFM is waiting for him. He’s not as badly hurt as he’d pretended to be. As soon as Matlock is on him, SFM grabs his head and drives it into the mat.

Marshal: “He cheated, Bert. Plain and simple. He knows he’s got to cheat if he wants any shot at winning.�?/P>

Busch: “That’s not cheating, Jay. That’s just some good ole tactical operations.�?/P>

SFM helps Matlock up, wrapping his hair around his knuckles and yanking the champ up to his feet. Then, he grabs a handful of wrestling tights, bends him over and raises him in the air, only to slam him down on the mat below.

Marshal: “Yeah, Bert, it takes a big man to capitalize off of a cheap shot. Get ahead by cheating; how pathetic is that?�?/FONT>