(For the past 8 months the UEF has witnessed alot of the man they call ShadowDM. Impressive wins over alot of the talent, a very long reign as the UEF Ironcore Champion, the kidnapping of Christina Angel, the infamous in-ring segment where Christina Angel almost killed DM, beating Drew Dreamer twice to solidify his spot at Soul Survivor for a shot at the International Title, and beating Scorpion once more for the #30 spot at the Soul Survivor Royal Rumble. But what alot of the people dont know is the entire time except for the Scorpion match, DM was possessed by an evil spirit hell bent on making DM suffer with painful images of his past while using DM's strength and other attributes to make others suffer. Just a few days ago everything was going Evil DM's way, he has a group of thugs doing his bidding, he has a secure shot at one title and a just about secure shot at the main title, and he gets Christina Angel and long time enemy Assassin in the ring. But now theres a twist to his plan, Victor Haze, trainer/friend of Jory, found out he was possessed and excersized the evil spirit out of Jory ruining Evil DM's entire plan. Evil DM was able to resemble the form of Jory and beat Scorpion for the #30 spot, but the match weakened him and he only grows weaker. He needs Jory's body to regain his strength, if he doesnt get him soon all his power will deminish and he'll be sent back to hell. Were back at the warehouses where Evil DM has been hiding out since Protocol trying to conserve his strength. As he hides in the shadows he has had his thugs guard the perimiter making sure no one decides to come by and bother Evil DM. In the shadows he hides from the light, but from what we can see his eyes are glowing an evil light red, he has a black cloak over his body and two large horns poke thru the cloak. As he breaths you can hear the cries of tormented souls flow out of his mouth.)

Evil DM: How could this happen to me? My plans were set, I had everything planned right down to the very last detail. But that Vic Haze, the one whos SUPPOSED to be dead has gone and ruined it all! How dare he take Jory away from me! Cant he see how badly I need him? My powers grow weaker by the day, I need Jory for Soul Survivor, I need him to accomplish my goals, doesn't help any that cheating bitch Christina is bringing the big fat goof Galuda down to ringside. Hmmm, I must think! How can I get Jory back in time for Soul Survivor?

(DM watches a spider crawl across the floor slowly sneaking up on a cockroach. DM snatches up the spider and the cockroach and eats them with one gulp.)

Evil DM: Mmmm, minty! *goes back to thinking* Jory is under the protection of Vic, what could I do to get to Jory? Vic's so powerful, it'd take quick wit to get past him.

(Evil DM sinks into the torn up couch hes been sulking in and stares at the ground trying to think of a way to get to Jory.)

***Lets see how Jory and Vic are doing***

(We find ourselves at Jory's home in Anahiem, Jory is in his bed still unconcious from the other day. His house is very quiet and all the windows are covered up so no sunlight can shine thru and so no one can peek in. We see the ghost of Vic Haze standing at the end of the bed watching Jory with a worried look on his face but in a way still smiling.)

Vic: Oh my boy, the hell we've been through, the times I thought you were hopeless. You've really proven me wrong, whether you were possessed or not that was your skill it was using the entire time. Looks like all that training paid off in the end eh? HAHA! Oh man I wish I could come back and see you make my dream come alive Jory, I want to see you hold that Ultimate Title above your head, reminds me of the time I wanted you to fullfill that dream, the day you won the Ironcore Title.

***I know its a different font but deal with it.(Flashback)***

(we start off this scene with ShadowDM's victory over Xtreme Mohican..DM looks like hes down and out..Xtreme Mohican goes to the top rope..goes for a diving elbow drop but to everyones amazement DM moves out of the way..letting Xtreme Mohican land right on the steel chair..DM rolls over XM and covers him for the 1..2..3..DM has won the title he said he'd win..the UEF Ironcore Title..this is DM's first title reign in the UEF..which might be a sign of things to come..after the match DM grabs his newly won title and limps to the back...many of the UEF Red faction members congradulate DM as he walks by..DM walks over to the medical personel who patch him up as its quite obvious hes bleeding all over...suddenly someone walks up to him..someone very familiar..DM recognizes him right off the bat)

ShadowDM: Rane...we meet again

Rane: please dont call me Rane my boy..call me Victor X. Rane...thats who i am now

ShadowDM: alright Victor...i thought you left..what do you want?

Victor: well..i came back cause i wanted to do something with the UEF once more...so i decided to take on a manager role...and after what i just saw out there..you've got some talent kid...i want to become the Manager of the greatest Ironcore Champion alive...ShadowDM

ShadowDM: your kidding me right?...last time we were seen together it was us kicking the living hell out of eachother..what..you dont remember that?

Victor: oh i remember..and i knew from that moment you'd hit it big someday..well...now that your the Ironcore Champ your almost to the big time..and i wanna be there by your side when you hit it

ShadowDM:...i see...well..why should i let you be my manager?

Victor: easy..if you let me be your manager..I'll make you even better then you are already...you need some adjustments to your personallity..but that shouldnt take too long with your natural talent

ShadowDM: well...give me another reason why you want to be my manager

Victor:..because kid..im one of the oldest members of the UEF..and i just saw the PPV card and it looks like you'll be putting that Ironcore Title on the line against Scorp and Xtreme Mohican..both these guys hate you and will probably team up to take you down and out...so..if you stick with me..i can help you with your wrestling skill..and make sure you retain your title at the ppv

ShadowDM:..hmm..you've got a point there..well..alright..you can be my manager

***End of flashback***

Vic: *sighs* Boy I must say you werent much back then but, look at you, you've grown into the man who will help fullfill my dreams. I wish I could have spotted this sooner. I guess now all I can do is sit back and pray that you will truely see the light

(Vic walks over to Jory and watches over him, protecting him for the evil that may return, praying that Jory will come to his sences soon.)

***Back to Evil DM***

(Its been awhile and Evil DM still cant think of a way to get Jory back. Evil DM stands up and stares out a window over looking the city.)

Evil DM: Damn that Vic, damn them all! I will not sit back and allow them to ruin me and my goals!

(Just then the three thugs walk in with three large pizzas for them. They sit down in the middle of the room and start pigging out.)

Thug #1: God I love pizza, makes the tummy say "THANK GOD FOR PIZZA!".

Thug #2: I'm just glad were getting a break. I'm so worn out I could sleep for days.

(Evil DM looks back at the thug then slowly walks towards them.)

Evil DM: Worn out? I think not, if you could feel what I'm going through right now then you would know what it feels to be warn out. To have to think for myself and you three morons, not to mention carry the weight of all the hate that people have for me on my shoulders, its like I'm a damn punching bag for those people!

Thug #3: Well maybe you shouldn't have pissed all those people off boss, maybe then you wouldn't feel so worn out eh?

Evil DM: A responce I'd expect from a moron such as yourself, I'm not your average, how can I say this? "Being", the stuff I have been through and seen would make your head spin and the hair on the back of your neck rise.

Thug #1: So what exactly are you?

Evil DM: *walks closer to the light* I am the thing you fear when you look at your closet at night wondering if theres anything in there, I am the darkness that you see when you close your eyes, I am the hate you feel when you hurt someone or something, I'm the evil that sends chills up and down your spine.

Thug #2: Your my mom?!

(The thugs laugh at Evil DM's expensive forcing him to come into the light. Now we can see his face, its no human face, his face can make a person feel like their heart has 1,000 needles shooting into it. His teeth are as sharp as knives, his skin is red and hard like raw hide, his eyes still glow a evil red.)

Evil DM: No, I'm your worst nightmare!

(The three thugs jump up and huddle close to eachother scared of what they are looking at.)

Thug #2: You arent the boss!

Thug #3: Your some kind of freak!

Evil DM: Freak? No no, I'm the man whos paying your worthless asses to help me get my job done! And right now this job isnt going too well! I need the body of ShadowDM back! But those pieces of trash have taken him from me and I'm growing weaker!

Thug #1: Well your a uh whatever, why not using what power you have left to distract them and then get his body?

(Evil DM looks at the thug then gets an evil smile over his face.)

Evil DM: THATS IT! I'll use one of them as a distraction, then you three go in and take Jory, then I can re-possess his body and finish these plans once and for all!

Thug #2: Us boss? We were only supposed to take out those people, not uh, take part in satantic worhsipping!

Evil DM: *shakes his head and walks back into the darkness* Idiot this has nothing to do with worshipping Satan, this is fullfilling my dream, this is making people suffer, this will solidify me as the best there is, and if you three arent willing to help, then I have no choice but to dispose of you.

Thug #1: No no we'll stay and help! Wont we guys?

(The two thugs look at eachother then Evil DM.)

Thug #2: Yea, no need to "dispose" of us.

Evil DM: *evil smile* Good good, now finish off your pizza, we've got work to do.

(Evil DM fades into the darkness leaving the three thugs to finish their pizza, but somehow I think they just lost their appitite.)

***back to Vic and Jory***

(Jory, a name we often hear in the UEF, the man who rose up the ladder and impressed the millions with his wrestling skills, is now unconcious in a bed from months of being drained of all his energy from an evil spirit looking to dominate him and everyone in his life. In his dorment mind only one thing seems to be running through his head, his grandma. For some reason, with the demon gone, he continues to have the same dream over and over again, his grandma's funeral. The day his life hit rock bottom and stayed for the rest of his life. Its a bright sunny day, though you wouldn't be able to tell with the dark cloud over Jory and his family. Jory is wearing a tight white shirt and some baggy blue jeans, same clothes he wore to his baby cousins funeral a month earlier. Jory seems to be emotionless today, like the other day at his grandma's showing, Jory didn't cry or show any emotion, today is no different. Jory and his family pull up to "Pines Cemetary" in downtown Spokane where Jory's family has decided to bury her next to her father and other dead relatives. Jory steps out of the car and looks around him, everyone, even the babies are shedding a few tears. Jory walks over to where his grandma's casket is at and looks in. His grandma's lifeless body lays in it, wearing makeup to make her look better then she really is. Jory walks over to his uncles and hugs them like hes never hugged them before.)

Jory: How are you guys?

Eric: Ok I guess, listen I wanna show you something.

(Eric pulls out a picture, its of him, his mom *Jory's grandma*, and his brother.)

Eric: I wanna bury this with her.

Jory: You should keep it man, give you soemthing to remember her by.

Eric: You sure?

Jory: Trust me dude, just give her a flower and keep the picture for memories.

(Eric nods and walks over to his moms casket to place a flower onto his moms chest. Jory looks at his other uncle Nick whos crying and leaning against the van he came in with.)

Jory: Hey Nick, you ok man?

Nick: *shakes his head* Why did this happen?

Jory: Just the way life is buddy, everyone dies eventually, even Nana *nickname for Jory's grandma*.

Nick: *crying* I miss her so much!

(Nick's dad sees him crying and runs over to him to comfort him. Jory backs away so they can have their moment and is suddenly summoned to his grandma's casket. The family gathers around the casket and watches Jory's grandma's uncle stand infront of them.)

Jory's Great Uncle: Today we mourn the passing of Janet Faye Lara. She was a loveable woman who loved her family, especially her kids.

(As Jory's great uncle talks Jory sinks into a deep depression in his mind and starts thinking back to all the good times he had with his grandma. Like the time he was staying the night at her house a few months before she passed away. He was riding on one of the motorbikes his grandma got his uncles for Christmas. They were in the backyard having a BBQ just enjoying the great weather outside. Jory's uncle Mike had cautioned him about using the brake on the handle bars and the brake at the bottom of his feet at the same time that day which instead of making Jory not wanna do it, it made him curious. So while riding Jory got alot of speed and bam! Hit both brakes the same time sending him from the bike and into the ground like he was a rag doll a bunch of 7 year olds were throwing around. Jory slowly got to his feet and noticed that his left arm, from the top of his shoulder down to the elbow, was bleeding. Jory turned off the bike which by now was on the ground shooting dirt into the air and pushed it all the way back to his grandma's backyard. Jory pushes the motorbike right up to the patio then drops the bike as he was losing his strength then looks at his family.)

Jory: *looks at his arm* Nana, I took a nasty tumble.

Jory's Uncle Mike: Damn Jory what the hell did you do?

Jory: *nervously* I uh, used both brakes on the bike.

Mike: *laughs* You never listen do you?

Jory's Grandma: Hush you! Cant you see my Jor Pies is hurt? Come here hun.

(As the rest of Jory's family laughs at him Jory's grandma rolls up the sleeves of Jory's shirt and wipes away the blood on his arm.)

Grandma: You need to be more careful out there Jory.

Jory: I know Nana I'm sorry.

Jory's Step Grandpa: Hey Bud *his nickname for Jory* did you have a nice trip? HAHAHAHA!

Jory: Not as nice as yours is gonna be if ya dont shut your mouth! HAHAHA!

(Even though it was a painful day, Jory still remembers it as his grandma was the only one who didn't laugh at him. Just as Jory begins to form a smile on his face because of all the good memories, his mothers voice enters his ears. He wakes up back into reality and sees his mom now standing where his great uncle once was.)

Jory's Mom: It seems like yesterday that I was on the phone with my mom talking to her about my sons first day of Kindergarden, or his first day at High school. We always talked on the phone about everything, from our kids to how bad the Jerry Spinger show is. I remember all the trips we'd take to her house and how much my kids loved to be there. No longer will we walk into her door and hear the words "Hello Jor Pies" or "Hows my daughter doing?" Life seems alittle lonier without her here.

(As Jory listens to his mom he realizes that he too will never hear her voice, or smell her perfume, or see her wear her "I'm a the proud grandma of Jory,Madison, and Miya" shirt he made her. All of his emotions begin to swell up in him and for the first time since she died Jory began to cry for the first time infront of all of his family members. Jory falls to his knees crying, no one goes to comfort him, but just looks at him as he cries his eyes out for one of the only family members he loved. He stands up and wipes the tears from his eyes, his heart feeling like it just unloaded 20 gallons of water, and watches his mom finish her speech. After she finishes Jory walks over to the casket to take one last look at his grandma before they buried her into the cold, dark earth. His saddness doesn't allow him to speak, so he musters up the energy to pick a flower off of one of the displays and lay it on her heart as to tell her he loves her. Jory turns from his grandma for the last time and walks over to his mom and hugs her for what seems like hours just crying. For the rest of the day, even at the family Church where they gathered to have a small lunch, Jory kept to himself, just thinking of his grandma and how her death is going to effect his family. Jory went to bed that night a broken man, wishing life would get better, but it'd only get worse. As the dream ends once again Jory's dorment mind begins to be filled with a strange light causing Jory to sub-conciously wake up. He finds himself once again in the white room where he encountered the ghost of Victor Haze for the first time. Jory looks around but finds no one in the room this time.)

Jory: Hello? Is anyone there? Am I dead this time?

???: Oh no Jor Pies, your time hasn't come yet.

(The voice Jory hears sends chiils up and down his sub-concious spine. He slowly turns around and sees the one person who he thought he'd never see again.)

Jory: Nana!? What in the!

Grandma: Yep, its me of all people, surprised to see me?

Jory: Y-y-y-yea I cant believe it!

Grandma: Well believe it child, I'm here.

Jory: *walks over to his grandma with s tunned look on his face* Where am I? Why are you here?

Grandma: This is your sub-concious Jory, I'm here because I do believe you in need for some help.

Jory: *looks confused* Sub-Concious? How'd we get here?

Grandma: Your having some problems in the real world, right now your are unconcious in your bed, I'm here to help you.

Jory: help me with what Nana?

Grandma: Well hun, the reason why your unconcious is because your very very weak.

Jory: Weak from what?

Grandma: You've been a slave to your own hate Jory, and a demon from the underworld has been controling you, using you to do his evil deeds, and int he process hes been draining you of any sub-concious thought, draining you of your apperances, he was draining you of your very soul.

Jory: *turns from his grandma and starts pacing the room* Hmm, no wonder everyone hated me, but what did he want with me?

Grandma: You were filled with hatred, added with your great abilities he decided to use you so he could make others suffer and never have to worry about his powers weakening on the earthly plain.

Jory: I cant believe this, why help me now though?

Grandma: Because, I'm afraid the demon is not finished with you yet, and if he gets his hands on you again I'm afraid that you will lose yourself to evil and you'll never be the same person again.

Jory: We cant let that happen Nana!

Grandma: I know hun, right now Vic is watching over you makin sure the demon doesn't come back, but theres only so much he can do to protect you, seen the demon will be there and Vic will not win against him.

Jory: Why not?

Grandma: Because he demon will out wit Vic and re-possess your body, leading to you destroying Vic, then reek havoc upon everyone at Soul Survivor.

Jory: Hows he going to out wit Vic?

Grandma: Lets not worry about that right now, what we need to do is come up with a plan to rid you of this demon once and for all.

(Jory's grandma walks over to Jory and puts a hand on his shoulder to comfort him. Jory looks at her and nods his head as if saying "Alright, lets do it".)

***Evil DM strikes again***

(Were at the Jacob residence once more, this time everything is quiet in the house. Christina and Brandon are sound asleep in their beds but Jacob is still up brushing his teeth making sure theya re completely clean for any sneaky kisses Christina may give him. Jacob spits out the tooth paste then usses some mouth wash for good messure. After a good flossing *heh* Jacob turns out the bathroom light and closes the door behind him. He walks down the hallway and into his bedroom. As he closes the door behind him he notices that the bedroom window is wide open. Jacob walks over to it and closes it then turns around to see a black figure standing right next to Christina. Jacob lets out a surprised scream then grabs the bat next to his bed.)

Jacob: Who are you!? What are you doing in my house!?

???: Put the bat down Jacob, wouldn't want me to hurt your wife now would you?

Jacob: *realizes who it is* DM!? What the hell?!

Evil DM: No, not anymore, thanks you you, your slutty wife, and that bastard Vic, I'm just a weakened demon looking for whats rightfully mine, Jory. Now where is he?

Jacob: *lowers his bat alittle* How am I supposed to know? Vic and Jory disappeared right after you left and we havn't heard from them sence.

Evil DM: Nice story, too bad I dont believe it, now you will tell me where Vic is keeping me or I dont think I can gaurentee the safety of your family.

Jacob: *raises his bat again* Threaten my family will ya? Well F*CK YOU!

Evil DM: *sighs* I hate it when negotiations go sour.

(Evil DM uses his power to raise Christina out of her bed, he then brings her closer to him allowing him to pull out a knife and hold it to her neck.)

Evil DM: For the LAST time Jacob! Tell me where Jory is or your wife's blood shall be spilt!

Jacob: *puts the bat down and looks at Christina with a worried look on his face* Ok ok I'll tell you. Vic took Jory to his home in Anahiem so Jory could rest.

Evil DM: Hmm, should have known that *shrugs* oh well, you've been more then helpful Jacob, theres just one more thing I need from you though.

Jacob: *frustrated* What now!?

(Evil DM gently puts Christina back on the bed then looks at Jacob.)

Evil DM: Your body!

(Before Jacob can react Evil DM flies across the room and shoots himself into Jacob's chest sending Jacob into the wall. Jacob lays there for a second wondering what happened to him then stands up rubbing his neck. He looks at Christina whos still sleeping and smiles, he walks over to the bed to go to sleep but he stops. He looks at Christina once more and his eyes begin to glow an evil red.)

Jacob: Sleep tight my sweet, for when the time comes, I will be re-born, and you and Assassin will be the firsts to feel the wrath, of SHADOWDM!

(Jacob, now Evil DM, walks over to the window and opens it back up. He looks up at the moon with an evil smile on his face.)

Evil DM: I love it when I win.

(Evil DM jumps out of the window and disappears into the night with his sights set on Anahiem with his thugs trailing behind him.)

***Jory sees the light***

(Jory and his grandma are still in Jory's sub-concious thinking of ways to counter-act the Evil DM and hopefully get rid of him for good.)

Jory: How about some holy water?

Grandma: No, hes stronger then that.

Jory: A holy cross?

Grandma: No, hes stronger then that too.

Jory: How about a good old fashion bible reading then?

Grandma: Come on Jory we have to be realistic! None of those things will stop him, not even slow him down.

Jory: Damn hes one tough S.O.B Nana.

Grandma: He should be, with the energy drained from you he could quite possibly be invinceable.

Jory: Thats not good, not good at all.

Grandma: If there was some way to just, keep him out of your body, that would make him weaker to the point where he'd be vunerable for a trip back to hell, but how do we keep him out of your body?

Jory: Hmmm, I've got it!

Grandma: *looks curious* What Jory?

Jory: You said that I was a slave to my rage, which would stain my soul with evil. If we can somehow get rid of this rage, it would make it impossible for him to re-possess me.

Grandma: Nice thinking Jory, you truely are my grandson *smiles*.

Jory: Thanks grandma *smiles back*.

Grandma: This is what we need to do, I'm going to be using my power to drain your soul of the evil and rage that consumes it, but the only way I can do that is if your thinking of a happy time in your life, the happyness will weaken the rage allowing me to drain it out of you.

Jory: Ok grandma *sits down and thinks* um..I got one!

Grandma: Good, now lay down and we'll begin.

(Jory closes his eyes and begins to think of the happy moment in his life. What will the happy moment look like and will it work? Stay tuned for part 2.)