It was dark all around him with the exception of a few peeks from the moon's light, but it didn't matter to DM..he could see very well in the dark. He could tell that he was surrounded by 4 demons, together they could prove powerful enough to take him down..but he doubted it. Gripping the handle of his sword that is resting hidden behind his back, he used his excellent eye sight and the gift to pinpoint exactly where they were and judged when he felt they might attack..this was probably going to be all 4 at the same time and he knew how to deal with that. The stench in the air threatened to choke him with its rotting smell of death and decay and the evil all around him would have sent a normal human into such a shock that they'd probably be laying unconcious on the floor right now, but he was no everyday ordinary human..he was the necroscope and he was prepared to fight.

Suddenly all four demons went in for the kill with such speed even he couldn't believe it at first, but that would not save them..not this night..they would feel his cold steel. DM pulled his sword out of its sheath, making a clear ring in the air, then twirled around and sliced off the head of an oncoming demon while casting his hand out towards another and using his ability to shove it all the way back across the room. The one behind him went for a lunge to try and tackle DM to the ground but DM sidestepped him right before connection and found himself behind the next demon where he then ran his blade right over the throat of the foul creature spewing its green lifeforce all over itself and the ground.

The last two regrouped while DM was throwing the dead body of his enemy to the ground and went for a double lunge at him...only to find his sword slice through both of the stomaches and make a clean cut right through them. Sheathing his sword, he listening as the torsos and legs hit the floor seperate from eachother but both making sickening wet splashing sounds as they crashed into the already spilt blood around them. The smell only worsened with 4 dead demons laying around him, but he smiled anyways feeling better about himself..these were creatures that would never again cause harm to a person.

He was aboard the famous ship the Queen Mary where recent complaints of paranormal activity was becoming too much for management to handle and they called in DM to see if he could take care of it. He had a history with the ship, making a few stops here in the past during his journey of self-discovery and helping them with a few problems they had and knowing that DM was probably the only one they could depend on for such a problem..they went right for his number and called it.

When he arrived he could instantly feel a presence on the massive cruiseliner that wasn't on it during his last visit, it was such an evil presence that he asked for all the staff of the Queen Mary to not follow him around and instead tend to their guests or other important matters. Even though they wanted to go along with him to see what he could find, they oblidged his request and left him to his search, which led him all around the ship until he found himself in the lower deck where the most complaints were coming from.

In the lower deck is where he found his four friends, where he overheard that they were going to use the ship's massive paranormal energy to try and resummon an evil spirit to the earthly plain for some kind of scheme they were cooking up..but DM wasn't feeling much like asking them what it was exactly they planned on doing, afterall how would they do anything if they were dead?

After making himself known, which included throwing a blast of energy at them so powerful it carried them off of their feet and right into the steel walls around them, they fought..wella cually it wasn't much of a fight, more like a slaughter. With satisfaction cleansing him of the nasty smell all about, DM started off towards the ladder that would carry him back to the upper deck when he heard a small noise come from near one of the dead bodies. DM stopped cold in his tracks and trained his ears in that direction to see if he could hear anything more and after a few seconds the sound came again..a sound of scuffling.

Slowly sliding out his sword in preperation, DM turned around and walked back towards the carnage he was about to leave behind and found a dark figure standing above the demon who was now headless and apparently looking down on it. Deciding that he was going to go ahead and let the dark figure make the first move, he made sure his feet were planted firmly on the ground and gripped his sword a little tighter expecting possibly much more of a fight out of this creature..but all he got was words.

???: Impressive Jory Johnson, impressive.

The voice, it sounded so familiar. It called to him memory like a mother calls for its child and the back of his mind was trying to give him the answer...but he just couldn't put it together yet.

ShadowDM: Would you like a try?

The figure answered with a belly laugh that filled the room. Had he not felt so threatened at that moment he might have eased up a little, maybe even chuckled..but something wasn't right.

???: No no, I'm afraid I've already felt much of your wrath Jory Johnson. I'm only here as a spectator..for now.

ShadowDM: Felt my wrath? I dont believe I've had the pleasure of meeting you yet.

???: Oh how the young forget so easily, was I not that great of a challenge Mr. Johnson? It was only recently you and I fought on the opposite sides of battle.

Suddenly the connections were made in his mind, he knew exactly whos voice that was...but how? Why? This wasn't making sense.

ShadowDM: Thats not possible, I got rid of you for good.

???: Thats the fun thing about being me, you just can't get rid of me as easily as you may think you can.

After another hearty chuckle the dark figure stepped over the dead body of the demon and stood in a shaft of moonlight revealing who he was. It stood as tall as DM but was way more muscular then he. His entire body was covered in his hard red skin and the only thing he wore was two pieces of leather cloth that covered his lower section held on by a belt that also held his massive broad sword at his left hip. Atop his head sat two horns that curved in the middle and his eyes lit like a bonfire..it was none other then his arch nemesis Daemonlord Durius.

ShadowDM: Duris....

Durius: Miss me?

ShadowDM: Like a person misses hemroids.

Durius: Heh, clever.

ShadowDM: What are you doing here?

Durius: As far as I'm concerned DM..we have unfinished buisness.

ShadowDM: You must be mistaken Durius, we settled all of our buisness last we met.

Durius took a few steps towards DM and shrugged.

Durius: Maybe for you, but for me it was only the turning point in our little story.

ShadowDM: What do you mean?

Durius's gigantic meaty hands tightened into fists as he walked closer to DM.

Durius: Because of you I have lost my position of Daemonlord in Hell, as a matter of fact I am no longer welcomed there. I'm stuck here on Earth because Heaven nor Hell will accept me and it's all your fault!

It was DM's turn this time to let out his own belly aching laugh that filled the room. It caught Durius off gaurd a little but he continued to advance.

ShadowDM: Dont blame me for you betraying Hell's trust and turning your back on Heaven, you and you alone made all those decisions.

Durius: Because of you!! You just wouldn't die! You had to stay a thorn in my side and I could no longer bare it! I no longer feel the warmth of Hell in me Jory, no longer feel like I belong..I roam the Earth without a purpose because of you.

Such a touching story, but DM has suffered too much to feel any remorse for this dispicable being. Staring down the eyes of this massive killing machine, DM could only feel lethal rage at all of the things Durius took away from him..his grandma, his girlfriend..and so much more.

ShadowDM: Why are you crying to me about this? You'd think I more than anyone would enjoy watching you suffer right now.

In a blink of an eye Durius had his hand wrapped tightly around the throat of DM and lifted him up off of the ground. This was a little unexpected to say the least, but DM kept his cool and just stared at Durius.

Durius: Because Jory I want you to know that this is not over, I will find a way to destory you and get myself back into the good graces of my master. It's a new ball game now Jory, think your ready?

He could only manage a whisper considering his throat was being squeezed, but he answered.

ShadowDM: Damn straight.

Durius gave DM a small and let go of his throat, forcing DM to fall to the ground and gasping for all the breath he could inhale. Looking up at Durius, he watched the big demon walk back into the darkness, watched him walk into the future and trigger a set of events that would once again bring them into a bloody battle against eachother..only problem is who would win it this time?

***Only a dream***

The distant sound of his doorbell was enough to awaken his concious mind and drag him out of the dream world to reality. Sitting up, he rubbed his eyes and felt that his clothes and sheets were soaked in a cold sweat, possibly from the horrible dream he just had. He had to peal himself off of the bed to be able to get up and once he got in a good stretch his clothes finally pealed off his clamy skin as well. Opening the curtains he found the sun only barely shining on this dismal morning. Sighing, he reluctantly left his comfy bedroom and walked down the flight of stairs to get to the first floor where his unexpected company was waiting for him to answer the door. Frustrated that someone would ring the doorbell as many times as they have he picked up his pace to a power walk and once he got to the door he unlocked the door and threw it open.

There standing at his doorway was a cameraman with his camera and camera stand resting in his arms, standing next to him was a man DM would never forget..as much as he'd like to. Wearing a light brown shirt with a picture of a squirrle holding a twig standing infront of some peanuts with the words "Protect your nuts" written above it and some baggy blue jeans stood the man who infamously revealed all the dirty juicy news in UEF. He would hide in dumpsters, tape together shredded documents, and sleep with your wife to uncover the greatest stories he could. Wearing big aviator glasses and having his hair so greased up it looked like you could grill a burger on his head, UEF's former Lead Reporter Fick Fickalos stood there, openly chewing a stick of gum with a smile he knew only meant trouble for DM.

Fick Fickalos: Jesus H. Christ on a pogo stick DM, it looks like a fat chick just drooled all over you after finding turkey crumbs on your chin.

ShadowDM: Funny Fickalos, what are you doing here?

A mock look of pain came across the face of Fickalos as if DM just slapped him.

Fick Fickalos: Can't a guy come see his best old buddy?

ShadowDM: We were never friends Fickalos, all you ever did was stalk me to see what kind of news you could dig up.

Fick Fickalos: Oh come on DM, what about all the good times we shared?

ShadowDM: Enlighten me Fickalos, name a few.

Fick Fickalos: Well uh...lets see.

Leaning against the door frame, Fickalos stared off into space as he tried to come up with at least one fun time they might have had together. Giving Fickalos a few minutes to think DM turned to the camera guy and decided maybe he could get a few answers out of him.

ShadowDM: What are you doing here?

The camera guy, taken aback by DM speaking to him, fidgited when answering back.

Camera guy: We were hired sir.

ShadowDM: Say what?

As if the other conversation broke him out of his deep thoughts, Fickalos replied for him.

Fick Fickalos: We were hired by HCW to document your life DM.

ShadowDM:.......This is a joke right?

Fick Fickalos: Nope, they contacted us after reviewing my excellent reporting skills and asked if I would follow you around for a while.

ShadowDM: Why the Hell would HCW hire you for this?

Fick Fickalos: Asking the wrong person pal, but I was instructed to be the one who set up your promo work for HCW, so you dont have to worry about how you'll be doing any promos for your upcomign matches.

ShadowDM: Well that was friggen quick, I only just recently signed with them.

Fick Fickalos: DM, your the hottest thing on the market right now! HCW is smart enough to fully capitolize on your legendary success with UEF, I think its pretty obvious when they just HAND you the main event in your first match!

DM did find it a little flattering that HCW would give him the main event slot on his HCW debut, but he knew it'd make him a quick target for those who have been with HCW and want the spot he was just handed.

ShadowDM: Still, this all seems rather hurried if you ask me.

Fick Fickalos: NONSENSE!!

Thinking as if the house was suddenly his, Fickalos grabbed the arm of DM and escorted him back into his own home and ushered the cameraman in.

Fick Fickalos: HCW recognizes not only the talent you bring to the table DM, but also the credibility and legendary status as well. They know how to treat a man of your stature and though some of the guys may not agree with this, they have no choice but bow to HCW's wishes.

ShadowDM: Who's not happy?

Fick Fickalos: Well, Shawn Sisco and Josh Sutton have already stated that your basically nothing to them and that they could whoop you whenever and however. They have no respect for you DM, they have absolutly NO idea who the Hell you are! Can you believe it!?

ShadowDM: I don't concern myself with what wannabe champions think of me. The wrestling history books and my numerous title wins speak for themselves.

Fick Fickalos: Yes yes, but we have to make them truely believe that your a threat to them again DM, your going to have to rework your way back up the ladder and once again show these people why your "Da Man". This isn't UEF anymore DM, your not the King of the Mountain..you have to go out and earn respect like you did in UEF and I certainly think the best way of doing that is ripping apart Gein, Sisco, and Sutton..proving that your not the big push over they think you are.

ShadowDM: Thats all fine and dandy Fickalos but...

Fickalos interupted DM by clapping his hands and DM watched as some more people entered his house unwelcomed. DM could only droop knowing that today was definately going to be one of those days.

Fick Fickalos: This is my new crew DM...can you believe it!? UEF never gave me a crew! Now go get ready..it's time to show these wimps what your made of!

ShadowDM: I have no choice do I?

Fick Fickalos: Hush now and go get all scary looking and whatever, HCW needs the tape you fick!

DM grumbled to himself as he walked away from Fickalos and went back upstairs to change into his wrestling attire. As Fickalos watched him walk away he turned to his crew and opened up his arms wide.

Fick Fickalos: Alright guys, lets make some magic!

***HCW promo***

The scene opens up with A widescreen shot of what is obviously a trophy room but instead of sports trophies or animal heads we see cases upon cases of wrestling title belts. Belts from such federations as ICW, HAW, FTW, TWF, SCW, SAWF and the UEF just to name a few decoracted the massive walls of this room. Their rank varies from the different divisions such as a nice collection of Hardcore Titles, Tag Team Titles, Mid-Level Titles, and of course the large collection of World Titles resting neatly above the rest.

Standing in the middle of all of this is a tall muscular man, averaging about 6'11" and 310 pounds. He wears a black leather trenchcoat with a blue bandana covering the top of his head. As the camera gets closer to him he raises his head only enough for him to look into the camera and he begins to speak.

ShadowDM: Hello HCW, allow me to introduce myself.

ShadowDM stands up straighter and takes off the sunglasses he had on to hide his eyes.

ShadowDM: I am the one they call ShadowDM, and I've come here for one reason and one reason only...to become the HCW World Heavyweight Champion.

Turning away from the camera, DM slowly walks over to the trophy case that holds his World Titles. The one that stands out above all of them is a polished up UEF Ultimate Title sitting upon a special mantel overlooking all the others. DM runs his hand down the case then stops and turns his head slightly back to the camera.

ShadowDM: Your probably wondering why I'm showing off all of my titles at this moment. Maybe its because I have a massive ego? Or I have nothing better to do? Well, those are all good choices..but no those aren't the reason. See, I hear tell that the three men I have to face in my upcoming debut believe I am nothing but a pushover, something they can overlook in their quest to rid themselves of Genesis, one of my tag partners. Sadly, this is not the case for you see...I am perhaps the most decorated champion in wrestling today. I have faced men that would make someone like Shawn Sisco quake in his wrestling booties. I have fought matches that would make Josh Sutton run home to his mommy and cry in her arms. I have shed more blood then Corey Gein could ever hope to collect in a lifetime..I am everything these men wish they could be but cannot.

Sisco, this is your first main event match yes? To be honest I can see that you speak the truth..because only a man of your ignorance would make such a fool of himself the way you have. I'm going to let you in on a few secrets that may perhaps down the road lead you to success, but lets face it Sisco..as long as people like myself are here, people who are more experienced in the ring and acually being a champion, then you may never reach that success.

First off, you know nothing of me but persume to go ahead and disrespect me anyways simply because I happen to be your opponent in a match. To do this shows that you underestimate me on grounds that I have never wrestled in HCW before, and they may be one of your many downfalls boy. You see, when you step into that ring for your first ever main event Sisco, your going to find that being at the top of the mountain isn't what its cracked up to be, playing with the big boys will be a hard lesson learned for you Sisco and that first lesson will begin soon enough.

You may have some talent, I'll give you that, but your ignorance hinders you from the bigger picture..and that is the fact that you are stepping in the ring with veteran main eventers and champions, people who have night in and night out put their bodies on the line for a chunk of gold in matches that could end a person's life in the blink of an eye. You dont seem to grasp the reality that your first main event could also be your last.

DM turns more towards the camera and leans his right shoulder into the trophy case.

ShadowDM: It would also appear that ontop of your ring ignorance, you are also spying on me..I mean I've never mentioned my real name to anyone and yet there you are talking about it as if you snuck in my house and sniffed my boxers looking for some answers. You also like to make fun of my wrestling name ontop of my real name..."ShadowDM?" Well Sisco, lets not go jumping on that boat because I could sit here all day and make fun of yours...Hell lets just get a little sample going here so I can make my point.

DM puffs out his chest and brings his face so close to the camera you can almost count the whiskers he has growing on his chin.

ShadowDM: Hey Sisco you sissy! What kind of name is that anyways? Are you the guy who sang the "Thong Song"? I bet you love to see big ol' butts with thongs riding up the ass crack, but the question is is do you like those thongs riding the ass cracks of men? I mean you do look pretty fruity in your music videos so you must like to watch hairy assed men shaky their blubber with thongs that can hardly contain the fat trying to escape.

Hey, I just thought of something, were you teaed in school because your name also sounds like the cooking oil known as "Crisco"? I bet all the guys wanted you to cook a little something something for them eh Crisco?

Se how easy it is to simply make fun of a person's name Sisco? Now that you see how easy it is it doesn't seem very original huh? If thats all the material you have then I suggest maybe you stop wrestling right now and maybe become a referee....or a towel boy at your local YMCA, whatever fits your preference.

DM pauses long enough to start taking a short walk around the room, revealing the many awards he has won over the past years.

ShadowDM: Sutton is a person who seems very confident in his ability to take me down and help Gein get another shot at our current HCW Champ, and thats something to respect I guess...but once again Sutton is on the same level of ignorance as Sisco. Sutton do you really..TRUELY..believe you have what it takes? I mean if you lose then not only would you have to live with the fact that you lost to Genesis and a couple of "n00bs"..but I dont think Corey gein would be very happy with either you or Sisco..afterall his future doesn't like just in his hands but also yours.

With that pressure on you, how will you react? On one hand you could help Corey Gein win his title shot at the ppv and if he happens to succeed in his goal..become HCW World Heavyweight Champion. If this happens Sutton, would you want to face a deranged psychopath for the HCW Title? Is your dream to be #1 strong enough to face a man who scares small children and grown bodybuilders? Are your testicals big enough to face a creep of his magnitude? I personally dont think you have the skill nor talent to face either Gein or Genesis, and sure if you lost not only would you have had your ass handed to you by myself and my lovely tag partnets...but Gein would surely like a piece of you after were done and if my ears dont decieve me...I hear hes one nasty fellow to have angry at you.

So think about it Sutton, are you REALLY the stuff shit you say you are? Do you honestly believe you can take myself, Genesis and Ace on with the dismal group of people you have? if I was in your position Sutton I would start to worry a little..because either way if you think about it your screwed. Genesis wins..he stays champ and Gein kicks your sorry ass for not helping him..or Gein gets his shot and perhaps wins, making it possibly that much more difficult to walk out of a match with the HCW World Heavyweight Title around your waist.

I think Davey boy not only screwed Gein with this match, but also screwed yourself and poor little Crisco who probably is wetting his Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle thongs right now. I dont much care for what you and Sisco have to say about me, you both have judged me before you ever got an acual chance to..and now you both and Gein will suffer because of that.

Speaking of Gein...heh, quite the position your in eh Corey? Losing this match means you have to win TEN matches in a row before getting another shot..HAHAHAHAHA, how pathetic. Part of me would like to wish you luck on winning this match, as unlike your other two partners..I know whats its like to be within reach of your dreams...only to have them snatched away from you..but because were on opposite sides of battle I'd rather just say that you better have your A-game with you Corey because like I've stated...I'm no pushover, Ace is no pushover..Genesis is surely no pushover and this will be a match you three will never forget.

Stopping infront of yet another trophy case, DM makes complete eye contact with the camera and smiles.

ShadowDM: Was this display meant to impress you? No, it was meant to open your eyes..to show you that though you may believe me to be a new guy with no talent...you will be painfully wrong come time when I prove to you and everyone else that I am without a doubt..a force not to be taken lightly. On that note...I would

An interuption of banging at the door brings DM's promo to a screeching hault. The noise ruins the promo completely and Fickalos quickly has the cameraman cut from the promo and turn the camera off.

Fick Fickalos: Whats going on?

ShadowDM: I'm not sure, lets check it out.

Leading the way out of the trophy room, DM throws open the double doors and makes his way down a narrow hallway that leads back to the front door area. Wishing he had some kind of weapon on him now, he knew that if there was some kind of danger he would have to rely on his backup plan..his gift & fists. Turning a corner, DM walked into the front room and found his door sitting wide open and two very large men standing right infront of it. AT the sight of both men DM's chin nearly dropped to the floor...what is going on here?

ShadowDM:...What....why?

???: Jory we have trouble...Durius is on the loose again.