DF: "Well folks here we have a match between two monsters."

JS: "Beast is bigger than both of them. Why don't you consider him a monster?"

DF: "Because Beast doesn't striker fear into people. People aren't scared of him. Besides it's not just size that makes someone a monster. It's what Brimstone did to Vixen that makes him a monster. That sick bastard.

JS: "Oh ok. What about Demios?

*The lights in the arena go out and Machine Debaser starts up. After the intro, as the intense music hits, a huge wall of fire booms from the stage.*

AJ: "Introducing first. From Death Valley. Weighing in at three hundred fifty six pounds. Demioooooooossssssss."

DF: 'That's him."

*A red spotlight shines down as Demios steps out onto the stage, the light following him to the ring. He glares at the ring before leaping up onto the apron ala Brock Lesner, another wall of Pyro exploding on the opposite side of the ring to where he is. He climbs over the top rope and flicks his long black hair from his face. His music fades out, and he stands in the ring and waits for the challenger as the music fades, and the lights dim entirely and everyone is startled. Some screams are heard in the crowd, and sure enough, “Santus Christus” comes on the PA. Fire can be seen as Alpha and Omega walk out, holding torches. A red light appears on the walkway, as Prophet enters the arena. Behind him, dressed in a black rugged robe, the monster Brimstone appears. Two large fireballs explode on either side of the stage, followed by a bolt of lightening. Followers make their way out through the crowd, standing on either side of the walkway.*

AJ: "And his opponent. From Parts Unknown. weighing in at three hundred pounds. Brimstoooooooooooonnnnnnnne."

*He has a bloodthirsty look in his eyes as he comes to the ring. He stands at ringside, as he is unvailed by Prophet. The fans react in fear, but mostly with boos from those who dare to boo Brimstone. He walks to the center, and both men stand tall staring eachother face to face. Demios having to look up a little bit.*

DF: "Look at this. These two huge men are staring eachother down and neither one is backing down."

JS: "And I'm sure Demios wants to destroy Brimstone after what he did."

DF:"Can you blame him? You saw the tape. I know I'm supposed to be biased, but I hope Demios destroys him."

*Referee James Coe calls for the bell, but neither man does anything. They both just stand their ground, and still stare at eachother. Neither man making a move."

DF: "You could cut the tension in this arena with a knife."

JS: "Actually I think you'd need a chainsaw for this. My god."

*Both men stare eachother down for another good minute or so before Demios nails a huge right hand to the side of the face of Brimstone who just turns his head slowly back to look at Demois. Then Brimstone hits one of his own to the side of Demios' face, and Demios does the same thing.*

*DF: "Both men just taking huge right hands, and just shaking them off as if they were misquitos."

JS: "I would hate to even be in that ring right now. Never mind having to be in the match."

*Both men start exchanging blows for about a minute before Demios starts getting the advantage with rights, and lefts taking Brimstone back a little bit, but before he goes too far he blocks a left hand from Demios, and starts nailing some punches of his own taking both men back to the center of the ring. Where Brimstone hits a throat thrust behind the chin of Demios' mask, and kinda startles Demios a little so that Brimstone can take him down with a big boot. Demios quickly gets up though, and hits a throat thrust of his own before taking Brimstone down with a Big Boot himself, but this time Brimstone quickly gets up, and both men stare eachother down again.*

DF: "Both men are taking shots like nothing. This is why they're monsters."

JS: "But do monsters punch their opponents?"

DF: "Shut up already. Just shut up."

*After about another 30 seconds Demios goes for a standing clothesline which Brimstone ducks, and both men turn around with Demios being met with some huge uppercut palm strikes which Demios takes before ducking one having both men turn around to meet eachother again. This time with Demios hitting some backhand chops causing Brimstone to stumble back and be met with a clothesline taking him down before Demios mounts him, and starts punching him in the face.*

DF: "Well it looks as if Demios has finally taken advantage with a clothesline into some mounted punches."

JS: "And Brimstone is three hundred pounds. Even though Demios is three fifty six. It's gonna be hard for him to keep the advantage."

DF: "It's gonna be hard for either man to keep the advantage."

*Demios hits a couple more lefts and rights before he stands up, and drops a huge elbow to the chest of Brimstone. Demios then goes to pick Brimstone up, but is smacked away, and taken down with another big boot.*

DF: "See what I mean? Just like that the tables turned."

JS: "I know that's what I said."

*From there Brimstone drops a knee to Demios' chest. Then grabs him by the throat, and lifts him hard to his feet, but after standing up Demios kicks Brimstone in the mid-section, and Brimstone, and both men are yet again staring at eachother in the middle of the ring.*

DF: "My god he just picked the three hundred fifty six pound Demios to his feet with one hand."

JS: "And there's another stare down in the ring now."

*After about 15 seconds this time Demios quickly grabs Brimstone and takes him down with a Black Hole Slam out of nowhere going into a quick cover.*

DF:"Black Hole Slam. One... my god, and Brimstone kicks out after only one."

JS: "I have a feeling this is gonna be a long match."

*Demios goes down and locks in a darkness choke, and lets go when the ref gets to 4. He then picks Brimstone up again who again tries to push Demios away, but after he does Demios just comes back with a quick uppercut, then whips Brimstone into the corner.*

DF: "Brimstone tried to smack his way out of that one, but couldn't that time, and now Demios has the advantage.*

JS: "But for how long???"

*When in the corner Demios runs in at him, and hits him with a clothesline. Demios then grabs Brimstone out of the corner, and sets him up for a backbreaker. Demios nails one, stands up, and does this two more times before dropping Brimstone to the mat.*

DF: "Triple backbreakers, another cover. One... two. A kickout, but at least he got a two count that time."

JS: 'Ok so maybe not as long as I thought."

*Demios stands from the cover, and grabs Brimstone's legs, and drags him a little closer to the middle of the ring. When they get there Demios locks in a Boston crab which doesn't seem to phase Brimstone much until he starts to try and grab the ropes, and Demios applies more pressure. He's not screaming in pain, but you can tell Brimstone is hurting. After a couple more seconds just as Brimstone is about to grab the bottom rope. Demios releases the hold, and goes around, and drops an elbow to the back of Brimstone's neck. Who then quickly tries to push himself up. He gets to his knees, and Demios gets behind him. When Brimstone gets up the rest of the way he gets taken right back down by a Release German suplex taking Brimstone back to the center followed by some stomps. Demios then goes to the middle turnbuckle, and stands there as Brimstone is getting up. Demios looks back, and thinks for a second before going to the top rope.*

DF: "We don't see this from Demios a lot."

*As Brimstone stands up he turns around, and Demios flies off the top rope, and nails a clothesline (Kane style) before going into another cover.*

JC: "One... two. NO. TWO."

JS: "Does he think he can beat him. This man is... Damn."

DF: "Right now I don't think Demos cares. He just wants revenge for what happened to Vixen."

*Demios gets up, and walks around the ring for a few seconds gaining some composure, and as he's about to go back to work on Brimstone. Brimstone sits right up (Taker style), but Demios just stares at him. Brimstone gets to his feet, and Demios tries for a right hand, but Brimstone quickly grabs him by the throat with both hands, and tosses him across the ring with a choke toss.*

DF: "Oh my god. After all the stuff eh took, her just sat right up, and threw a near four hundred pound man across the ring."

JS: "How the hell are either man doing these things."

*Brimstone goes down, and starts choking Demios this time with a darkness choke. The ref gets to a four count, but pushes the ref away so hard he goes to the outside, and slams to the mats.*

DF: "Oh no. The ref is knocked out who knows what these men will do now?"

JS: "I think Brimstone knows what he wants to do."

*Brimstone stands up, and Demios starts to get up as well. Brimstone hits a huge clubbing blow to the back of Demios, but Demios doesn't go to the mat, but instead just stumbles forward a little bit. After this Brimstone sets Demios up for what looks like a pumphandle slam. Demios' arm is around Brimstone's neck, and his other arm is through his legs. Brimstone looks around a little before taking Demios off the ground, and struggling a little before throwing him over his head like a Fall away slam in the pumphandle position.*

DF: "I don't know how he did it, but somehow Brimstone just threw demios over his head with a pumphandle toss."

JS: "Ya, but he was struggling a little bit. I think that took some out of him."

*Brimstone gets back up, and Demios is showing some signs of pain. Brimstone realizes the ref is out of the ring, and goes out there himself. He stands over the ref before going to the time keepers table, and without even doing anything everyone moves out of the way, and Brimstone grabs a chair. He folds it up, and throws it in the ring. Then grabs another one, and slides in the ring with that one.*

DF: "What is he doing? There's no need for the steel chair."

JS: "I don't know, but I think it means bad news for Demios."

*Brimstone has the chair in his hands, and Demios is up, he turns around, and gets nailed in the head with a huge chair shot. He stumbles backwards, and leans onto the ropes before taking another chairshot to the top of the head, and being sent over the top rope to the outside.*

DF: "Two huge chair shots taking Demios outside and.. oh my god he's busted open. Demios is bleeding from the top of his head."

JS: "You would be to after chair shots like that."

*Demios has started getting up using the apron as Brimstone goes to the outside, and stares at Demios who's getting up. Demios sees Brimstone, who drops the chair, and turns around to look at him, but gets his back driven into the apron.*

DF: "Three hundred pounds driving you into the apron. That can't feel good."

JS: "Gee Denzel why don't you go ask Demios how it feels?"

DF: "I ain't doing that. And it doesn't even seem to phase Demios."

*Demios gets a quick look of pain in his face but quickly gets serious, and grabs Brimstone by the throat with both hands, and drives him to the thin mats with the Unholy Judgement. Then climbs into the ring, and sits near the first chair that Brimstone brought in before.*

DF: "The Unholy Judgement to Brimstone on the outside."

JS: "Ya, and those mats, are no thicker than a half inch thick."

*Brimstone is pulling himself up, and starts crawling towards the ring. He stands up, and slides in. When he gets in he stands up, but doesn't see Demios with the first chair. Demios uses that chair, and nails Brimstone in the head with it busting him open, and knocking him down. At this point the ref starts to stir on the outside. Brimstone is slowly getting up, and Demios throws the chair down, and helps Brimstone up before whipping him across the ring, going off the opposite ropes, and on his way back Brimstone is met with the Rage of Jenovah onto the chair. Demios falls to his knees, and goes for a cover, but the ref isn't entirely up yet. The crowd counts the three count to five before Demios gets up, and goes outside. He grabs the ref, and tries to wake him up. Demios throws the ref into the ring, and then gets in himself. The ref is starting to stand as Demios turns his attention back to Brimstone who is surprisingly standing. As soon as Demios turns around Brimstone grabs him by the throat, and slams him onto the chair with the Hand of Satan. He goes into the cover, and the ref starts the slow count.*

JC: "One.......... two.......... three."

*He calls for the bell, and Brimstone stands up with the blood dripping down his face, and the crowd booing very loudly.*

AJ: "Here is your winner. By Pinfall... Brimmmmmmmmmmstoooooooooooonnnnnnnnne."

DF: "Brimstone won it. There was blood, pain, and everything else. This match was over, and it was one hell of a match."

JS: "I just can't understand how Brimstone got up so quick after Demios' Rage of Jenovah onto the steel chair, and the Unholy Judgement on the outside."

*Brimstone stands dominant over the crushed body of Demios. "Santus Christus" starts to play as he starts to laugh, as the lights dim and a pentagram appears on the canvas. Them inside it. Prophet gets into the ring, as Brimstone raises his hands up in satanic prayer.*

DF: "He is sick, absolutely sick."

JS: "Prophet has the mic..."

DF: "Oh great..."

*Demios lays motionless in the centre of the ring. The crowd break into a frenzy, booing the monster that stands above them.*

Prophet: "Ashes to Ashes...Dust to Dust."

*Prophet drops the mic. Brimstone climbs over the ropes and starts walking backstage. Alpha, Omega and Prophet follow behind him*

JS: "So I guess Demios is dead then..."

DF: "Prophet stated that Brimstone was going to kill Demios tonight..."

JS: "Hmmm."

DF: "All I can say was, that was an incredible match."

DF: "What a show people, what a Show"

JS: "And plenty more to come"

Suddenly the arena lights go out and an explosion erupts onto stage. "Leech" by Sevendust slowly starts up and blue and red lights flash across the arena quickly. A burning effigy of UHW, with a picture of Paul Jackson on it. The crowd gasps and a quick shot of the commentary team checking their switched off headsets is shown. A shot of the effigy is shown, then zoomed in as the Tron goes to static and then to a shot of a room...

A light flickers in a darkened room, a wasp buzzes around it touching it faintly and bouncing off due to the intense heat. Water drips onto a window-sill to the left of the light and a man standing in a darkened corner can barely be seen. He stands silently breathing louder than usual.

"Pain was a word thrown around loosely and recklessly at each fraught battle between warriors and men in UHW. Suffering was a word thrown around in defense of failure and dishonor at each fraught battle between winners and losers in UHW.

Sacrifice was a word thrown around at each fruaght battle between the have's and have nots in UHW. Belief was a word thrown around at each fraught battle between the believers and non-believers in UHW.

Now these words will start to take on a truer meaning, a meaning which no man has ever bestowed upon them before. Untill now..."

The man steps forward and he is hardly seen. His hair flickers ever so slightly as the window eases in a slight breeze to chill this already cold, hard haven, or room if you like. The light reflects off his eyes and cheeks but a shadow is cast on his identity and it is upto the quick of mind and sharpest of eyes to recognise this man. His voice distorted, he begins to talk...

"Pain, Suffering, Sacrifice, Belief. The new motto of an army of me. I'm surrounded by cowards and crooks, liars, cheaters and haters. FILTH. It's all an hypocracy, a false illusion of SACRIFICE. They tried to hold me down with words of hope, wisdom and seldom did they ring true and evolve into nothing more than bitter, twisted dreams of a reality that shall never have happened if not...for a light that started to shine brightly at the end of the tunnel. It rang out and it was telling me to come closer, it was telling me to grab the prize at the end of the road and that prize was a thing we seldom appreciate. It was freedom. Freedom of thought. Of speech. Of action. Of retribution. Of laws and rules set forth by a society so keen on holding those with the self mindedness to become all that they can be and be 'different' down.

No more shall man be held down by the hypocracies and false idols of Pain, Suffering, Sacrifice and Belief. No more shall I stand back and let UHW turn into a sesspit of wandering wannabes trying, STRIVING to become the best when all in all they are just another...brick...in...the wall.

Your morals were once my checkpoints in a war against evil, they were the notches off which I was so dead set on crossing that I forgot what it is to become a winner and to become the person I was meant to become. A man taught me that no matter how hard you try, if you don't succumb to the dark side you will never make it in life. This man will be rewarded in time by my prescence and a gift from myself.

Everyone else shall suffer and fall at my mercy and crawl forth at my knee and beg me to let them live a life where they too can be like me. They will understand what it is to be me and the pain I live every day, the suffering I go through every day! THE SACRIFICES I MADE TO BE HERE TODAY AND THE BELIEF I NOW HAVE IN MYSELF TO BECOME THE GOD, KING, LORD, EMPEROR OF UH FUCKING W!!!

NOW...I, Fight In Defiance of Your Morals and Laws!!"

The light explodes sending the chards of glass raining down on the man. A light beams in dimly though the window to slightly illuminate his face. Drips of blood can be barely seen flowing righteously down his cheeks. The scene quickly cuts to static with the word "Cage" quickly flickered across. The crowd can be heard screaming, but some are confused. Did they see that name? The static fades to black