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[TKOW Board]

Soulfly

vs

Ghalleon

[Soulfly]

-[Fade In]-

Locked up, they won't let me out,
And I had a long day in court Shits stressed me out,
Won't gimme the bail they can't get me out,
Now I'm headed to the county,
Gotta do a bid here, I'm used to living luxurous,
I don't wana live here, the walls is gray the clothes is orange,
The phones is broke, the food is garbage,
A lot a niggas is livin with these circumstances,
Sp's the same I still murk ya manz'z ,
Drug money to rap money work advances,
Niggas ran and told that I shoulda murked to kansas,
Niga got popped for a murda attempt,
Knocked me on d block when I was burning the hemph,
Had a brick in the stash hope they don't take to a further extent,
Locked up and they wont let me out,
When I hit my cell block, niggas know the threat be out.

I'm steady tryna find a motive,
Why do what I do.
Freedom aint gettin no closer,
No matter how far I go,
My car is stolen, no registration,
Cops partolin, and now they done stop me,
And I get locked up,

They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (I'm locked up)
They won't let me out no, they wont let me out, (I'm locked up)
They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (I'm locked up)
They won't let me out no, they won't let me out

Headin up town to re up,
Back with a couple peeps,
Corner blocks on fire,
Under covers dressed as feens,
Makin so much money,
Products movin' fast,
Put away the stash,
And as I sold the last bag fucked around and got locked up

They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (my nigga I'm locked up)
They won't let me out no, they wont let me out, (I got locked up)
They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (baby girl I'm locked up)
They won't let me out no, they won't let me out

Now that I'm locked up I rep two sets so
Ima ride or die and stay d blocked up
Two tooth brushes up,
Whoever wanted with p
When I walk by nigga get up,
Cuz I'm locked up they cant get me out,
I smoke a stick of haze when they stress me out,
Go and hit the bar when the reds be out,
Cant wait for the day when they let me out,

Cuz visitation no longer comes by,
Seems like they forgot about me,
Commissary is getting empty,
My cell mates getting food without me,
Can't wait to get out and move forward with my life,
Got a family that loves me and wants me to do right
But instead I get locked up

They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (I'm locked up)
They won't let me out no, they wont let me out, (my nigga I'm locked up)
They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (I'm locked up)
They won't let me out no, they won't let me out (cuz I'm locked up)

We find soulfly sitting alone inside the confines of a holding cell. He's dressed just like he was the last time we saw him at Mass Khaos. The black Megabowl T-shirt, and a pair of beige khaki shorts. His hat lays next to him on the bench. The handcuffs no longer adorn his wrists, and we see he has his face buried into his hands, as his mind wanders away, going in nearly a thosaund different directions all at once.

Just like Jesse had said, when the cops searched him, they found some illegal items on him. A quarter ounce of pot,some rolling papers, and a desert eagle. Although the gun was registered in his name, he did not own a concealed weapons liscense, so that added one more charge to the list. So now, here he sits. All alone in a holding cell. Fortunately, FLy knows a great lawyer, and has plenty of money to make bail, pay his lawyer, take out the district attourny to dinner tomorrow, and basically get the charges thrown out for nothing more than a pretty penny. However, the fact that he did get arrested, only pissed him off more than he already was, which in a way, was making things worse for Ghalleon. Much worse. The longer he stays in police custody, the crazier and angrier he gets. but, thankfully for ghalleon, flys three hour long duration in captivity, is nearly over.

An officer approaches the door, with a set of keys in his hand. He inserts one of the shiney pieces of metal into the keyhole and turns it to the right. The door pushes open, and the cop peers inside at the former world champion that sits before him.

Cop: Your ride is here, it's time to go.

Fly stands up, grabbing his hat off the bench, and walks over to the door. He stops in the frame, just to glare at the cop. The two lock eyes and you can see the hate inside Flys eyes. The cop breaks away from the stareoff, apparently not enjoying the sinister glow that emenates from the pupils of Soulflys beady eyes. He turns and starts to walk away, muttering out a simple phrase.

Cop: Follow me

Fly reluctantly does as he is told, following him down the hall and through a door, into the main office of the police station. The cops feet cease in their forward motions, and fly follows suit. The officer raises his right arm and points over to a small basket on the nearby desk.

Cop: Your things are in the basket.

Fly steps pver and picks up his belongings and stuffs them into the pockets of his kakhis. A set of keys. A cell phone. A wallet. A pack of Dentyne Ice gum. A lighter. A pack of Newports. He pulls a single cigaratte out of the pack, places it behind his ear, and slides the pack into his pocket. This is normal procedure, but Fly notices that something is missing, and asks for it, not in a questioning manner, but with a harshness in his voice that signifies he isn't pleased by it's absense from the basket.

Fly: Where's my gun?

He already knows the answer, and knows that he won't get it back, but this is one of, it not the most, stubborn person on the planet.

Cop: It's being held as evidence

Fly: I have all the paperwork for it. it's mine, and theoretically, it being in your possession is theft and possesion of stolen goods. I want it back and I wont press the issue.

Cop: I'm doing my job sir, the weapon was concealed, you do not have a permit to carry it in that fashion, you are charged for it, therefore we have to keep it as evidence.

Fly: Whatever, once my lawyer gets the DA to drop the charges I'll be getting it back, and he just might be giving me your badge as a bonus for all the trouble you're causing me.

Cop: Sir, your ride is outside, if you do not leave, I will arrest you for loitering and harrasement of a police officer.

The cop raises his arm, pointing in the direction of a pair of double doors. Fly casts one final sinister look at the officer, then walks towards the door and out of the station. As soon as he steps outside, he removes the cigaratte from behind his ear, placing it between his lips. He fishes the lighter from his pockets and lights the cigaratte. He takes a lengthy draw from it, as he replaces the lighter to his pocket. He welcomes the calming effect the cigaratte gives him as he uses his fingers to remove it so that he can blow out the smoke.

A black limosine is parked along the curb of the street in front of the station. D-Matic is beside it, leaning against the vehicle. The door is open, and alice is sitting inside it, her feet hanging out and barely touching the road beneath it. Fly takes notice of them and walks over.

Fly: Let's get the fuck out of here.

Alice pulls in her feet and slides in. Fly steps in after her, then D-matic enters last shutting the door behind him. The limo pulls off, but luckily, their is a hidden camera inside, that just happens to be focused directly on Soulfly, with Alice sitting to his left, barely in the shot. D-Matic is even in the shot, but you know he's their. Fly leans his head back against the headrest as he enjoys his cigaratte, but is mind is still not in the right place...if it ever is.

Fly: Tell the driver to head to the Marriot.

Alice: But we're staying at the Hilton.

Fly: Samhains staying their

Alice: Hell no, we just got you out of jail. If we go over their causing trouble he's gonna make sure you get put right back in jail.

Fly: Jesses a fighter, not a bitch. He wont puss out and call the cops. He'll stand his ground and give it everything he's got, and in the process he's going to get his ass stomped for sticking his nose in my business again and getting me thrown in the slammer.

Alice: What does it matter? You know your lawyers going to take care of everything and help put this behind us.

Fly: So fucking what. Jesse still needs a few welts on the side of his face for not staying out of my business.

Alice: You have bigger things to worry about than Jesse James Blackwood. You have Ghalleon in the Phoenix Pit in just two weeks.

Fly: You know what, you're right. Tell the driver to head to the Ramada Inn instead, that's where Ghalleon's staying.

Alice: NO! You are NOT fighting anyone tonight and you are NOT going to do anything to jeopordize the match and get you sent back to jail. You can wait till Megabowl, when you can beat ghalleon in the pit.

Fly: Fat chance.

Alice looks on confused.

Alice: What? Are you saying that you can't beat Ghalleon?

Fly: Hell no! He can't beat me if they gave him a 10 fall head start. if this was a fair match, he wouldn't stand a chance. But If you remember back to Megabowl 3, I was in a three way for the the custom title against EK-Gay and my brother Icarus in the first and only Shock Therapy match. I had the match won, but Samhain had to stick his nose where it didn't belong and interfere in the match, and as a result, Icarus left with the gold instead of me. And to top it all off, on his way out, he had to cheapshot D on the ramp. Now he's going to be one of only two people allowed in the Pit besides me and Ghalleon. And after all his bias against me, he's going to lunge at the oppurtunity to screw me over at Megabowl for the second time.

Alice: But if I'm right, he's all about TKOWs best intrest and he would need to call this match down the middle for that to happen.

Fly: Fuck Jesse. If he knows what's good for him he'll sit back and watch me decimate ghalleon and leave his dead corpse at his feet. And if he even thinks about helping that sorry ass cunt out I'll fucking cockslap his ass right out of the arena.

Alice: He's not too fond of Ghalleon either, I believe he just want's a front row seat to the action, because he knows it's going to be a classic.

Fly: It's not going to be a classic. It's going to be a drawn out, hour long, bloody beatdown. I will leave Ghalleon as a bloodied, broken, sorry excuse of a man. The only thing that will save Ghalleon from being turned into a fucking vegetable on life support for the rest of his miserable life, is Blackwood feeling sorry for his ass after I've completelly destroyed him and they step in out of the best intrest of his well being. Fuck his well being, I hope they realizr that it's in their best intrests to stay out of my business and let me decimate that sorry fuck.

At Megabowl, in the Phoenix Pit, it will be killing time and I'll have all the neccessary ingredients for manslaugher all around me, just begging to be used. Kendo sticks, baseball bats, chairs, tables, pipes, clubs, chains, and so many other toys just begging,sitting their pleading me to pick them up, begging to be slapped across his face and used to crack his skull. So many weapons to be used, so little time to use them.

When that hour is up, and im through with ghalleon, he'll be wishing that they pull his feeding tube, wishing that someone ends his pain and suffering, wishing that he had listened to the warning...he'll know why I say "Don't Fuck With Soulfly" And he'll wish that he had heeded my warnings and not fucked with me so much that I struck back, leaving him without a single bone in his body that sits unbroken and unshattered.

He can wish in one hand, and spit his blood in the other and sees which one fills up first. He'll need a swimming pool to catch all the blood he's going to spill. But the fucking little bitch deserves it, and I'm going to enjoy squeezing every last drop out of his fucking neck. Power gave Ghalleon a death warrant at Megabowl, and I hope Power has the death certificate ready to be signed after the match, because Ghalleons heart will stop beating, his lungs will stop breathing, and his paethetic exsitance will end. And once again, I'll be happy.

Happiness is all their is, and I can only acheice it will the destruction of ghalleon. Someone get a headstone and get it engraved "Here Lies Ghalleon, The advanced Piece of shit that died in the hands of Soulfly." The fucking thombstones going to be needed. I'm an artist of destruction and chaos. It's time for me to paint my masterpiece, Megabowl will be my canvas and ghalleons blood will be my paint.

Someone needs to call Power and tell him to warn the parents and those with weak stomachs. Because when it's all done and over with, they'll be calling this match the Megabowl Massacre. Everyone who watches will be scarred for life. I'll be scarred for life. If he manages to survive, ghalleon will be scarred for life. They wont be able to sell the Megabowl DVD in stores after the show due to the extreme showing of violence, all caused by me. Everyone thought that seen the brutality cage match they seen at New Era was extreme and hardcore, well then their going to be in for a shocker come Megabowl when I surpass all that was the brutality guantlet in just 10 minutes of action. Ghalleon will be compeletlly destroyed in under 15. The rest, will just be filler.

Fly finally stops his rant, as he notices something in D's hand.

Fly: pass the blunt this way, I need it more than you right now.

Fly takes the blunt and takes a long hit from him. A hit so harsh that you can see his eyes slowly turning red, a sign of things to come. He speaks as he exhales.

Fly: tell the driver to stop at the strip club two blocks down, it's time to celebrate my Megabowl victory.

Alice: Shouldn't you wait till you win to do that?

Fly: I've already won sister, I've already won.

Fly takes another hit as the scene...

-[Fades to black]-
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Song Credits: Akon Ft. Styles P "Locked Up [Remix]"

[Ghalleon]

The scene slowly fades in with a low key from a violin. Shortly after, the scene fades into a dimly lit room with the violin starting to kick in more. The camera pans around the dimly room, slowly panning from the left to right. As the camera pans towards the right, a all to familer voice speaks.

Ghalleon: Soulfly! You dare to defy me and rebel against what I had planned for this company?!

The camera stops about mid way in panneling the room. Off in the distance, two lit torches reveals the shadowly outline of a throne. No figure can be seen on the throne, but the voice could be heard coming from that direction.

Ghalleon: You had your chance to control this company once more. You could have your fame and glory once more, and you blew it away because you had gold lust. Because you thought that you could mold fate to your own liking. Now, I'm here to make you pay for your mistakes.

The camera moves in towards the throne as the violin starts to fade out to a soft melody. The flames on the torches dance and skip in the air behind the throne. Finally, about five feet after starting to move towards the throne, the camera crew stops. The throne outline starts to become more crisper. A figure's outline could start to be seen on the throne, it holds something in its left hand. While its right arm is bent and holds something else.

Ghalleon: Now its time for you to live up to your slogan, Soulfly. I'm not going to bore you with simple one liners or, in your case, say how many men you've slept with or how much weed you've got or smoked or whatever you do with it. I'm simply going to maim you to the fullest humanly posible. Plain and simple, no one liners. No glory boosting, no pot, nothing.

The camera moves in some more feet, thus starting to get a shaded outline of the figure, Ghalleon. A stern look apears on his face as he stares deeply to the area infront of himself.

Ghalleon: You pathetic, vile creature. You shouldn't even be in this company! Your presensance gives a bad name to this company. I don't even know why I offered you that offer to The Order. Oh, now I do. Because I was going to take advantage of you as soon as you got the power. And before you could do anything about it, I was going to cut you off from TKOW for good!

The camera moved in slightly more towards the camera. Ghalleon lays his right arm back down onto the armrest of the throne and lets the stern look fade into nothing more than a normal complexion. Then, almost imediantly following, its followed by a sinister, toothy grin as Ghalleon tilts his head foward slightly.

Ghalleon: I've defeated and ended many people in my nearly three years here. I almost defeated your brother, Icarus and I DID end Dustin. They're gone, out of the picture, finnished. That means that you, Soulfly, the self proclaimed 'Ganja God', is left.

Ghalleon tilts his head back upwards and stops smilling. He starts to flare his nostrils up slightly as he starts to open his mouth. He sits there, with that expression on his face for a few seconds, breathing heavily out of his slightly opened mouth. After a minute or so, he starts to speak with a deep, dark tone in his voice.

Ghalleon: I will end you Soulfly. Damn it, I'll make you wish that you were still getting it from some guy back in that jail! I should've ended you back in 2004 when we first met. But you had to get your tramp, if that tramp is a woman that is, involved and attacked my precious Sammie.

After saying that, he shook his head quickly in a no mannor then started to close his eyes. As he does this, he starts to chuckle slightly and then sighs before speaking again.

Ghalleon: The fact of the matter is that we're in something that you or me have never even thought of being in. And personally, I plan to win. You're nothing to me Soulfly, never have and never will. Personally, I have more respect for Phoenix than I do you. You low grade, worthless, idiotic piece of shit! Its high time that someone did something about you. You better be damn glad that I didn't fight you for the TKOW World Title a few months back. I'd make you wish you never beat Dustin. Now, I'll go beyond that and make you wish you were never born!

The camera starts to pan out some as the scene fades out. As it does this, the sound of the violin starts to fade back in. The scene fades out to darkness as the last things heard are the last few strings off of the violin's melody.

[Soulfly]

-[Fade in]-

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Each individual has their own perspective of what beauty is and no two people have the exact same opinion on what they think is beautiful. For example, EKP thinks that camels and computers are beautiful. TH Power thinks that a double cheeseburger is beautiful. Ghalleon thinks that a horses backside is beautiful. But their is one thing that almost everyone thinks is beautiful, and it's found in nature all over the world. However, it happens only once a day, and that is the sunset. The mere sight of it can send a pair of lovers deep into heat, or draw a fixated gaze from whoever cares to look out to the horizon as the sun retreats from the sky and into the seclusion of the nighttime.

Soulfly sits outside his luxorious mansion in a folding lawn chair, with a black fishing hat atop his head, and a pair of UNC basketball shorts on. A half empty bottle of Crown Royal rests in his right hand, as he sits out peering into the aurora of the evening sky. A blunt is pinched inbetween his lips, and he puffs slowly on it, as he seems to be enjoying the scenery before him. His left hand rises to his lips and plucks the blunt from his mouth, and a few seconds later we see a cloud of smoke billow out of his mouth, and not only does the smoke leave his mouth, but his words of choice.

It's beautiful isn't it?

He pauses momentarily, as he collects his thoughts and continues gazing out into the evening sky.

I used to watch the sunset nearly every night...it's amazing how easy it is to get pussy when your old pal the sun helps out by making it nice and romantic...

"I wanna get high, like a plane in the sky with the indo cloud in my brain"

Unfortunatelly Ghalleon, at Megabowl, it's not going to be easy. At least not for you. When you step into the Pit, your stepping into my world. My domain. My playground. Sure Phoenix was the mastermind behind your personal hell, but its almost tailor made to suit me. It's designed for one purpose and one purpose only. To hurt you. To Break every bone in your body. To drain every drop of blood from your "Advanced Homosexual" ass To give little kids nightmares as they watch me dismember you. To give you what you truely deserve, which is the grandest asskicking of all time.

"I want to stimulate my mind, so I toke it up, Can I get a Hit, Can I get a "whoo" Gimme that fat sack of weed"

One Hour. For 60 minutes I get to torture your body and soul in the most brutal and sadistic ways possible. And I'll be given some tools that will be perfect for this job. A six foot tall pile of weapons. Almost anything that you can think of that can be used to hurt someone rests in this pile. Steel chairs, lead pipes, kendo sticks, chains, bats and so many other wonderous things that I can use to intensify your pain and suffering. Who knows what lies at the bottom of this pile, just waiting for me to find it and use it to crack your skull wide open and let its contents spill out onto the floor of the pit. Maybe I can prove once and for all that theirs nothing but air inside your head, because surely if you could think at a level higher than EKP's you would have never made the mistake of crossing my path, attacking my from behind and then refusing to accept your payback. Now your hell has been multiplied a thousand times what I was originally going to make it. Hell awaits you ghalleon, and you ready to step into the pit and feel the flames from the firepit, feel your blood as it seaps from your wounds and feel my fist as it smashes into the side of your head. Are you ready for the Ganja God to cast down his judgement and put you through more pain than you ever fathomed existed for the crime of forsakeing him. I dont think you are....

"Hit dat bong and take that finger off of that hole, plug it, unplug it, dont spray I love you Mary Jane"

Im not in this match to win Ghalleon, the win will just be the icing on the cake. I'm in it because of what you have done to me, and payback is a fucking bitch and payback is now motherfucker. I'm in this match for the thrill of ripping your flesh from the bone and to watch your tears run down your face as you scream and beg for me to stop. Im in it to watch you beg for mercy, to beg for the pain to stop. And then you realize that I wont grant you mercy, that I wont take pity in your pain, you'll beg for me to finish you off. Beg me to kill you right then and their, so that you wont have to endure another 50 mintues of the hell I'm sending you to. And despite the fact that I would love nothing more than to watch you die in my hands, Laugh at your funeral, shit in your casket, dance on your grave, piss on the headstone, and go fuck Sammie in the very bed that you two have shared for years, I wont allow you to take the pussy way out. I'm going to pick you apart for the entire duration of the match, soaking up the enjoyment of breaking a man down to the brink of tears, and watching his soul die.

"Hello My Name is Dr. Greenthumb,(ooh ahh ooh ahh) I'd like to tell you just where Im from, (ooh ahh ooh ahh) yo Dr Greenthumb come on back one time people cant live without the herb man, if not they'd be drinkin and drivn and swervin"

This match will change you forever Ghalleon. You will never be the same after I'm done with you. For months and months you will be stuck in a hospital bed on life support, being kept alive by a machine that has no mercy. And when you finally wake up from your coma, you'll wish you could go right back into one once you realize how disfigured and hideous I have made you. I will turn you into a disgusting beast. The mere sight of you will make anyones stomach turn. You'll turn on the TV to see me still standing in a TKOW ring, with the world title around my waist once more. And thats when the magnitude of your suffering will begin. It will kill you inside, and force you to go mentally unstable, and finally Carpenter will have him a new roommate at the loony bin when you can't take it anymore and you roll over to the sanitarium in your wheelchair. And even he would be drawn back from what I've done to you, so much that he'll take his bandages off his head and wrap them around yours and give you his mask just so he could bare looking at you. Eventually, after you cannot bear the life that I have given you anymore, you will end your torment yourself, in the fashion of Rick Dusahe. And that's assuming that you have enough feeling left in your hands to pick up a gun and pull the trigger. I may take that option of relief away from you and paralyze you from the neck down, just to extend your agony some more.

"I smoke two joints In the Morning, I smoke Two Joints at night, I smoke two joints in the afternoon, it makes me feel alright"

And I want you to know Ghalleon, that all the pain and suffering I'm about to bring upon you is all your fault. You've awoken something deep down inside of me, something that fell dormant a few years ago. You've woke up the old me. The old soulfly. You wont be facing the soulfly that loss to Phoenix, You'll be facing the Soulfly that tore this company down to the fucken ground when he arrived. The Soulfly that took the Extreme Chaos Title from Extreme Killer Phil in his prime. The soulfly that destroyed the Terror Squad single handedly. The soulfly that fucked up Icarus Evangeline so bad that he hasn't been the same since. The soulfly that went into a match with Jason Starr involved and came out with the Custom Title. The Soulfly that entered two 16 man battle royals in a month and walked out of both victorious, walking out with the Tag Team titles as a result. That part of me has been tucked away deep inside of me ever since me and D-Matic started dominating the Tag Team ranks. As a matter of fact, you remember that don't you. Our first defense was against you and Crow and you bitches didn't even provide the least bit of a challenge. Death & Destruction you called yourselves, which is ironic because that is exactly what's going to happen to you at Ceasers Palace. And it will happen in the Pit as the sun sets on your career and life as you know it.

"I smoke two joints in time of peace and two in time of war, I smoke two joints before I smoke two joints, then I smoke two more"

You've faced me four times in tag team contests and failed miserablly. The first time, I pinned Crow. The second time, I allowed Miranda to pin Sammie. The third time, Tobias pinned Salazar. The tables match, you may have eliminated me, but it still went to a no contest and you were left in the broken rubble of a table. The Last Man Standing match was just preparation for the final battle between us and I will rise to the occasion as I have in the past.

"Saying Im happy when Im not, finding roaches in the pot"

The rules state that I have to pin your shoulders to the ground for a three count. And I will gladly do so after I've beaten you like the dirty dog you are. And I'll do it again and again. Evenflow. Three Count. Chokeslam. Three Count. Thombstone. Three Count. Mulambo. Three Count. THC. Three Count. You get the idea.

"puff puff pass, puff puff pass, Why you sitting their baby sitting conversating with the blunt, Pass Dat Shit, nigga pass dat shit, man you fucken the rotation up, just pass that shit to me"

The rules say that I have to make you submit. Making you tap out is going to be the best part of the match. At a Megabowl where the theme seems to be submissions, I have an arsenal of moves at my disposal that can make you submit. Sharpshooter, Ankle locks, the traditional armbars, leg locks, choke holds, abdominal stretches, crippler crossfaces, I can do them all. But my specialties will leave you out cold. The Torture Rack. The Figure Four. Execution Style. And not to mention the Tree Of Pain. I'll make you tap with all of those and then some.

"where is the bud, where is the bud, Where is the bud, where is the bud, we lookin for the bud"

The Rules state That I have to gain a fall by Last man Standing. Which means I have to knock you out. That won't be a problem after I've decimated you for 10 minutes. All the weapons lying around in the pit, i'll be sure to pick out one that will leave a big ass imprint on the side of your head. And I need to call Chris Tucker and get him to come into the pit with us so that after Jesse counts you out for the ten he can stand over you and shout "You got knocked the fuck out!"

"Who got dat hydro, who got dat light weed, Who got dat bobby Brown, Who got dat laden weed"

The rules say I have to get a fall with a ladder. Now, I'll be honest with you, I've never been in a ladder match before, but don't think that gives you an advantage. I had to use a ladder at Megabowl last year to get to the second layer of the cage, so This won't be a problem. Plus I get to use it to break your legs, which is more fun.

"DJ paul is a dog one you do not trust, you leave your green around me nigga your green gonna get lit up, you leave your drink around, believe your drink gonna get drunk up, you leave your girl around me, yea she bad, yea she gonna get stuck"

The rules say I have to put your broken ass through a table. Theirs so many ways to do it, yet so little time to do it in as an hours not enough time to put you through a table in all the ways that I want to. But I'll pick the ones that make the loudest crash and break the most bones.

I gotta stay flllllllly;I gotta Stay hiiiighhh, Puff puff pass nigga roll dat blunt, lets get nigga smoke us one"

And finally, I have to get a fall through means of Inferno. At last years Megabowl I scarred my own flesh and blood with the flames on the cage as I annihilated my brother Dustin Hughes. His precious hair was burnt to a crisp and his skin was bubbling up from the mere touch of the flames. I enjoyed the smell of burning flesh and I look forward to having that aroma enter my nostrils in the pit, as I plan on making sure you leave Extra Crispy.

"taste like fruit when you hit it, gotta have bread to get it, smoke all night, sleep all day, thats the be, the american way, roll dat shit, light that shit hit dat shit hold dat blow dat shit out slow and pass it to me bro"

I also plan on getting the two bonus falls. The first blood fall will be extra easy as I'll bust you open with the first punch. The bat on the pole, I dont really want the fall, I just want the bat so that I can use it to scramble your brains. The fall just makes it that much sweeter.

"Roll It Up, Light It Up, Smoke It up, Inhale, Exhale"

I'm ready to take you to hell Ghalleon. I'm ready to make you wish you became a doctor like your mother wanted. I'm going to make you wish a thousand wishes, none of which will come true. None of them, until the 60th minute is over and the bell rings to end the match. But as I said, when the match ends, only the pyhsical part of your pain ends. That's when your mental anguish and suffering truely begins. And that'll be the day that you start telling everyone....

"heeey heeeey heeey hey, Smoke Weed Everyday"

Soulfly flicks his blunt roach away, downs the rest of his Whiskey and turns to finally look into the camera lens.

Don't Fuck With Soulfly

-[Fade to Blizack]-

[Ghalleon]

A camera feed starts to feed into what seemed to be a poorly lit stone room. The feed starts to fully come through when the feed then starts to have some problems and cuts out to fuzz. As it does this, a black screen comes up. On the screen a date was given.

Megabowl III- 2004

The screen then switches over to a sight from that event.

Megabowl III said:

Ghalleon is now to his feet just in time as Kid makes his way over to him. Kid sees Ghalleon laying on the ropes and runs to the other rope to gain some speed. As he returns Ghalleon comes out of no where with a Ragnarok nailing Kid square in the jaw. Kid falls flat on his back as Ghalleon falls back into the ropes holding himself up.

The video clip then switches over to the fuzz as the previous feed starts to kick in. The cameras pans around the room, showing the stone walls and floors. After panning around, the cameras start to focus into the middle of the back wall. Two small flickers of fire faintly skip and flow in the darkness. As the cameras start to look on at the area, faint footsteps are heard from behind camera. As the sounds start to fade in more and more, another set of steps was heard right behind the previous one. Then, the sounds stopped for a few seconds, they were then followed by another set. The camera pans around to see that the first person had just passed the cameras, that person is Ghalleon. The camera follows him, noticing that he's wearing a dark blue cape with large purple shoulder armor. His hair flows down behind him, outside of his cape. A small, red circulet lines his mid-fore head and a serious, almost frightening look lines his facial fetures. He walks calmly towards the back wall, not saying a word but being alert. He starts to walk the small set of stairs, but he stops at the third step, pauses and then looks back over his left shoulder. He opens his mouth and starts to speak with a low, calm tone.

Ghalleon: You seem oddly quiet today, Hector.

The camera turns around to show Hector standing a few feet away. He wears a light gray buisness suit with a red tie and a white undershirt. He takes a step foward and starts to speak with a calm tone.

Hector: Huh? Oh, sorry. I'm just thinking about this match.

Ghalleon: What do you have to worry about? I'm not worried, I've convinced Sammie that there will be no problems. I'll walk into that pit ok and walk out the winner. Thats all there is to it.

Hector: What about your health? Aren't you worried that you could be severly injured in there?

Ghalleon turn his attention back to the back wall and then took a step.

Ghalleon: If I do, then I do. As long as I end that pathetic excuse of a human once and for all. Soulfly wants to say that he's going to do all these things to me, he won't get the chance.

Hector: What about what he said about Sammie?

Ghalleon: Like I said, he won't get the chance. I'll make sure that Soulfly will regret even crossing me. He'll wish he was still in that prison once I'm done with him.

After saying that, Ghalleon turned around and looked down in the general area of Hector. Hector took a few steps foward, now infront of the cameras, but slightly off to the right some.

Ghalleon: I'm at a disadvantage, I won't have you or Sammie at ringside. I had both of you at my previous Megabowl appearances, now I don't have anyone but myself.

Hector: Soufly's in the same boat too.

Ghalleon: Yes, I'm aware of this. But he's rather, pissed at Jessie for what he said at our meeting last week. I shall use this to my advantage.

???: You always seemed to have something planned out.

Ghalleon raised his eyebrows in shock as he peered off into the darkness. The camera pans over to see who it is. All that could be made out was a siloute of a young person. It walks along casually from the darkness.

Hector: I thought you was done with us. I thought you wanted to be with them after what Alyon did!

???: Heh, they don't know I'm here. Thats just the way I want it to be actually. I'm here to speak to the all great 'Master Ghalleon'.

Ghalleon: Are you mocking me?

???: Take it however you want to. I'm here to ask you something. Whats the matter with you? You know darn well what Soufly can do. But you brush him off.

Ghalleon: Heh, heh, heh. You have no idea how I really am, Pender. I brush Soufly off because he is nothing. He's the lowest possible form of a human there is. He's damn lucky that I even count that pathetic waste as a human.

Pender started to walk more in from the dark area. He casually walks in wearing a dark blue shirt with a blue jean jacket along with a pair of blue jeans. His hair is slicked back and a cocky smile apears across his face. After walking a few steps, he stops a few feet behind Hector and places his left hand half way into his left pants pocket.

Pender: Thats actually what I was hoping to hear. I was starting to think you was getting weak.

Hector turns around quickly and faced Pender with anger in his face.

Hector: Don't you dare talk to.......

Ghalleon: Hector!

Hector turned back around and stepped out of the way of Pender. Pender, upon seeing this gave out a sharp 'hmph' and then walked a few steps until he was just slightly infront of where Hector was at.

Ghalleon: You didn't come here and mock me, did you?

Pender: Oh no, I'm not here to do that. I'm actually here to see if you're acutally ready to fight for your life.

Ghalleon smiled slightly at Pender's comment. He then lowered his head slightly and started to speak with a sinister tone.

Ghalleon: This match, I will put my life on it. Because other than Sammie, this is my life. I'm not bound to let Soulfly or anyone else take it from me.

He then closed his eyes and started a slight chuckle that grew over a few seconds into a loud laugh that echoed through the room. He then tilted his head back, keeping his eyes closed and smiling a small smirk. He exhales deeply and then starts to speak with what appears to be amusement in his tone.

Ghalleon: I find it rather amusing that I'm pitted against someone who has the intelect of a small child. I've awaken the 'Old Soulfly', ha! He's going to take me to hell, ha! I find it rather amusing that he has the balls to say such things.

After saying that, Ghalleon turns back around and walks up the remaining steps to the back. As he grows closer towards the back, the lights start to brighten up some. This in turn shows a throne in between where the small torches where scene. A small, amber colored, circular table stands to the right of the throne. A medium bottle of wine sits upon this table with two small wine glasses next to it. After nearing to the back, Ghalleon turns back around and sits down on the throne. He lays his arms down on the arm rests and smiles a crooked smile.

Ghalleon: I've awaken something that TKOW hasn't seen in nearly three years. Thats rather amazing. I say that because I think Soufly has brought me back. Yes, he wants to mock me because I'm a better wrestler than he is. Because I am advanced. Soulfly had a chance to become better than others, but he turned it down.

The cameras start to move in towards the back to get another view while Pender and Hector move in a few more feet. Ghalleon's smile fades out and he looks down in the area where the two men and the cameras are at. He flares his nostrils up slightly as he narrows his eyes and pulls his eyebrows in closer. He crinkles his forehead slightly and raises his cheeks rose slightly. By this time, his top row of teeth start to show from the opened mouth. Ghalleon's shoulders then started to move up and down slightly as he started to laugh some. He then shook his head no and continued to look down at the cameras.

Ghalleon: Soulfly, you vile creatin! I belive that you've bitten off more than you can chew. You want to play deity and call yourself the 'Ganja God', by all means, go ahead. But when I erase you from history, its just going to hurt you that much more! You worm, I'll make sure that you was still in your glory days, back when you fought Dustin, Icarus and Jason.

Hector looked on with a small smirk starting to appear on his emotionless face. He then crossed his arms as his smile started to grow more.

Ghalleon: I am cold, cutting and caluclated to end my opponet. I don't care how many joints you've smoked, women you've slept with, how many titles you've had or how tough you ONCE was. Hell, I don't care about when you choked on that blunt, thanks to Melvin. Face it, in that thirty-one year old body, you don't have what it takes to beat me. Not in a normal match, and damn sure not in one of the most deadly matches in wrestling, the Phoenix Pit.

Pender smiled slightly and then took a step foward.

Pender: Soulfly doesn't seem like the brightest lightbulb of the bunch.

Ghalleon then returned his expression back to normal as he looked on at the area.

Ghalleon: Because he isn't. Had he accepted my offer, I was willing to overlook his ignorance and alow him to join. But it was that ignorance that cost him that. Now, it is I who shall tear his flesh from his body. I'll erase him from the future of TKOW, for good. Although, I do find it funny that he says how Dustin's skin was when it was getting exposed to the fire. As if he had to go through what I did! Prince of Hell match, I fought through a idiot thats Dark Shitsell, or whatever his name was, and I gave these other 'wrestlers' a run for their money. I was seconds away from being in that ring fighting for that belt, seconds. But on that night, I had an awaking, I was loosing myself, I was becoming, obsolete....

As he finnish saying that comment, he picks up a glass and shifts it to his left hand while grabbing the bottle of wine with his right hand. He then slowly pours the red wine into the glass. He then sets the bottle back down on the table and lifts his glass up to eye level. He narrows his eyes once again and peers deep into the red wine.

Ghalleon: But then, you actually helpped me, Soulfly. I realized that you of all people would bring me back to what I was at. Granted, it was time for an upgrade. Your ignorance actually came in handy for once. Now, it shall come in handy as it will be your downfall in the pit.

Upon saying that, Ghalleon pulled the glass in towards him and took a drink from it. He closed his eyes and drank the wine slowly. He then pulled the glass away from his lips, smiled and took in a deep breath. He exhaled, moved the glass away from his face and started to speak with a calculated tone.

Ghalleon: I will maim you, bust you up, break your spirit, crush your will and then tear you to pieces. Then, as you lay there in the puddle of your blood, your face, covered with the crimson mask and your spirit and will broken, you shall see a winner, a glorious becon within that wasteland of blood, sweat, tears and weapons!

Ghalleon then looked around the room, then back down at the area where Pender, Hector and the cameras was at.

Ghalleon: Through these fires of war, Soulfly, I shall be victorious. You had your time scarring people, now its time for you to feel that pain, execpt I'll make it worse. I'm actually glad that we're fighting in a cage such as the Phoenix Pit. Why? Because you know as well as I do that if it was anything else, you would run from me! Now its time to end this, to crush your dreams of a family with Miranda and your son. In the near future, your son will grow up and ask 'Why can't you play football with me?'. Then, when you're sitting in your wheelchair, you can shed a tear and tell your son that you was to damn stupid to cross Ghalleon. Then the so called 'Ganja God' will have fallen from his cloud palace. This is a new age, at Megabowl in the Phoenix Pit, I will make sure that TKOW never has to deal with you again! Because like the past two Megabowls before this, I shall walk out with both my dignity and a victory.

Hector looks on and then starts to clap slightly.

Hector: Bravo, Soulfly is truely done for now.

Ghalleon: I'll put my body on the line to make sure that he will be destroyed. Smoke all the weed you can, sleep around all you can, Soulfly. Because once I'm done with you, you'll be lucky to get up to use the bathroom.

[b]The cameras start to pan out some as Ghalleon raises the wine glass up. The scene fades out to black afterwards with the sound of Ghalleon laughing in the background.