Setting:

SWF Arena, Hershey, PA

Characters:

TKO, many more

Record:

27-8-0

Next Match:

SWF Heavyweight Championship:

Markus Katastrophik ((Vs.)) SyxxPac

{{A single sigh is all that is heard through the darkness. The room seems vaguely familiar, but only because of the glimmer of light coming from a blue candle that sits on a table to the left of the door. As the cameraman circles around in front of the couch, he notices a body lying flat on the couch, facing the ceiling. 

The secondary camera crewman flicks the light switch near the door, as the room illuminates revealing the locker room. The camera pans around the room, before looking down, seeing the glass table in front of him, and wax from the blue candle seemingly encrusted on the surface. And on the plush leather couch, lies Markus Katastrophik, staring up at the ceiling, and the SWF Heavyweight Championship sitting pretty on the back of the couch. 

Markus sighs once more, and sits up on the couch, his elbows resting on his knees, and his hands holding his head up from tipping forward. He rubs his face, and looks up at the ceiling again, before standing and moving towards the back of the room first to where his locker is, pulling his long sleeved shirt off, and replacing it with a white tanktop and a blue button down shirt. He buttons the top button, but leaves the rest undone, and loosens the belt notch on his black shorts, before heading over and grabbing a bottle of Snapple. He heads back over to the couch, looks at the camera with an eerie look, blows out the candle, and grabs the SWF title, before leaving the room, as the camera zooms in on the candle on the table, the black smoke stringing up in a spiraling motion.}}

Sombrero: That was weird. 

Sammy: I've never seen Markus that way before. We've always seen him determined, and even intense, but never before have I seen Markus this way before.

Sombrero: Well he walked out of his room, which leads me to believe that maybe he's on his way out here. We know he was scheduled for an interview, but I don't know. This is a bit confusing for me. 

Sammy: Well while we have a moment lets run down the action set to take place in just four days at Nightmares. We're going to see-

{{Sammy is disrupted as the all too familiar marching beat sets up for the arrival of the SWF Heavyweight Champion. The marching turns into a little drums, and a bit of guitar, and then the outright melody as Markus prepares to enter the arena.}}

"Sometimes you just feel tired, feel week, When you feel weak, you feel like you wanna just give up. But you gotta search within you. Find that inner strength and just pull that shit out of you, and get that motivation to NOT give up, and NOT be a quitter, no matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face, and collapse" 

Sombrero: Here we go!

{{The crowd bursts into ovation as a solo Markus Katastrophik parts the curtains and storms out onto the stage with an energy and intensity that wasn't previously noticeable in the locker room. He rushes over to one side of the stage, pumping his fists into the air, trying to stir the crowd up. He does the same after running across the stage to the other side.

He runs down the ramp, slapping as many hands as he can get a reach on, before striding up the steel steps and through the top and middle ropes, into the ring. He makes his way to the opposite side of the ring, leans over the top rope to accept the mic handed up to him by Lilith Evan, before moving over to the center of the ring. He takes a deep breath and scratches his goatee, scanning the crowd in awe at their excitement, before raising the mic to his lips to speak.}}

Markus: Well, well well. Here we are, nearly 72 hours from a pay per view that could quite possibly change the complexion of the SWF forever. The Intercontinental title match. The Tag Team Turmoil match. The Grudge Championship. The Hell In A Cell match, that might I add, have been through enough to say that it is all that the name describes it as. And then The coupe-de-gras...The SWF Heavyweight Championship. And this isn't like any ordinary match, not because of the No Disqualification sanction, but because who I face.

In the nearly a year that I've been here, there was always one man that I befriended more than anyone else. And its not Manik, not Dragon, not even my bodyguard Sean Hardy, it was SyxxPac. And come this Sunday I go face-to-face with him. Not with mutual respect, not with admiration, and not in the sake of competition. I step into the ring with him under the pretense that I intend on inflicting on him the pain he's caused all of the people around him. As well as just a little extra for myself! 

But the fact that it's a No Disqualification match just stacks the odds even more in his favor. It seems that there are a great many men who want a piece of what I hold in my hand {{raises the SWF Championship belt}}. But no matter how unbalanced the challenge, underdog suits me rather well. I was never favorite to win the SWF Championship from Dragon, nor was I favored to win the Supreme Tournament. Hell, keeping it as long as I have has been a task in itself. But you see, That wont stop me from stepping through these ropes with what it takes to win. 

Syxx, we've had one hell of a past, haven't we? When you and Dragon persuaded me into becoming the new ArchAngel. And then the evolution of the friendship we formed, as well as the competitive spirits we shared. Each and every time we stepped into this ring to face off, you were better then the previous time. And I think, better yet, I EXPECT that trend has continued on to the crossroads that will be Nightmares. 

You liked spearing me off the entrance ramp? I'd call you sick, depraved, but what is there to say that you wouldn't take that as a compliment? You've changed, I've changed, we've all evolved in the past months leading up to tonight. And I see how you managed to win your shot at this. You cant win alone, is that why you do what you do, taking the aid of that arrogant son of a bitch Dave Pownall, and Dan Phoenix to fight off your opponents, leaving them as nothing more than feed for you by the time they're done? But you know me well enough to know that I don't walk alone. 

Now I may not be the most popular man in the SWF, but I can bet you one thing, that there are plenty of people who would fight by my side against Dave Pownall and SyxxPac any day. But that isn't my focus.

Syxx you talk about being in my head, about taking this {{pats the SWF Heavyweight Championship belt slung over his right shoulder}}, about taking my physical well being. Well you are right about a third of that at least. You're in my head. You're in every singular thought that passes through my mind leading up to Nightmares. You're targeted, and whether you deny it, or whether you come to grips with the reality of it all, you're facing an uphill battle, and whether my livelihood is at stake or not, is a null point, I put it on the line myself each and every contest I enter, as Blackout shows from last week. But you see, you can threaten my career, you can threaten to take this title away from my shoulder, but words and threats become meaningless when you step into this ring and realize that you are going to have to face a man that may know you even better than the great Dragon himself.

{{Markus pauses, runs his fingers through his hair and looks around at the crowd as they cheer frantically, a big grin coming across his face, as he nods in approval. He stops up against the ropes and looks dead into one of the filming cameras and speaks.}}

So SyxxPac, what ARE you going to do? When you realize your own Nightmares were more pleasant and merciful, then the reality that you face???

SWEET DREAMS!

{{With that said, Markus tosses the mic across the ring and listens to it fizzle out just as 'Till I Collapse' plays his exit from the ring to another ovation from the rowdy crowd anxiously awaiting Nightmares Sunday night.}}