The crowd is set for this weeks Massacre Main Event. There is rumble of anticipation throughout the arena. The crowd erupts as the words: "You're now about to witness the strength of street knowledge...", sound over the PA followed by NWA's "Straight Outta Compton". The entrance billows with smoke as Grimlexx appears and begins to walk down the ramp, to the ring. However, this time, he does not greet the fans as normally would. Grimlexx seems focused; intent on winning this match. He enters the ring sporting a determined look. He bounces from foot to foot, almost in anticipation.

As the camera wathces Grimlexx in the corner of the ring, the lights are cut. The sounds of Papa Roach and his "Blood Brothers" fill the atmosphere. The arena is awashed in red light. A burst of flame from the stage signals El Diablo's arrival. Some fans cringe and turn away at the sight of Diablo's gruesome face. He makes his way menacingly down to the ring, his eyes transfixed upon Grimlexx. The evil creature steps up onto the apron facing inward, raises his arms, and sends flames bursting from all four corner posts. He steps in, his long, leather coat trailing after. Diablo choose a corner opposite Grimlexx, eyes still glaring at his opponent, as he takes off his coat. The leather coat is tossed to ringside, and the bell rings, heralding the start of the match.

The two men cirlcle once around the ring, almost chasing each other. Grimlexx throw a wild right, but connects. El Diablo seems unfased, but makes distance between himself and Grim. The men stand apart from one another, join in a collar-elbow tie-up, grappling for position. Diablo applies a headlock and wrenches at Grim's head. Grim attempts to counter with a back suplex, to which Diablo shifts his weight down, back to his feet, and executes a headlock takedown. Diablo, now in control, applies more pressure to his opponent's head. The ref asks Grim if he gives up, to which he recieves a no. Diablo then begins to gnaw on the flesh between Grimlexx's eyes, headlock still applied. The ref warns the monster and counts..."1...2...3...4..." after which Diablo releases the hold. Yet, the damage is done as blood pours from the bitten area. As Grimlexx gets to his feet, Diablo graps him and Irish Whips him to the adjacent ropes, delivers a clothesline, dropping Grim onto his back. Now, Diablo mounts Grim and begins delivering right hands to Grim's bloody face, his left hand propping up his victim's head. The ref gives another count for a break, and separates the two men.

The ref checks Grimlexx's face and again asks if he wants to quit. The reply is again, no. As the referee steps from in front of Grim, Diablo charges with another clothesline. Grim ducks and steps behind his opponent and delivers a double-arm german suplex, into a pinning predicament. The referee counts..."1...2...", Diablo is able to kick out. The men both get to their feet, but Grim automatically delivers a front dropkick to Diablo's chest, sending him to the ground. Grim seizes Diablo by his head, leads him to his feet and wraps his arms around his opponents midsection and delivers a belly to belly suplex. Diablo arches his back in pain as Grim prepares for another attack. Diablo gets to his knees, and as Grim reaches out for him, gouges his opponents eyes. Grim recoils into the corner, his back to Diablo. Diablo grabs Grim by his head and arches him over backwards in a reverse DDT postion and delivers. From here, Diablo leads Grim to his feet, picks him up !
in a slam position, and rams him into the turnbuckl back first. Still pressing his body against Grim and the turnbuckle, Diablo situates his victim into a tree of woe.

Diablo chokes the inverted Grimlexx with his feet, pressing against his bloody face. A few kicks are delivered to Grim's stomach, and Diablo steps out of the ring and onto the floor. He searche under the ring for a table. He finds one, shoves it into the ring, props it into the corner, and heads for Grim. Another couple of kicks, then Diablo untangle Grim. He picks the beaten man from Compton by the head, the Irish Whips him to the table standing at the far corner of the ring. Diablo has a sickening look in his eyes as he hunkers down, readying himself to deliver the Devil's Gorge. Grim seems to be out, standing on his feet, back agains the upright table. Diablo explodes from the opposite corner and lunges to deliver what may be his finisher. Grimlexx leaps over his attacker, who crashes through the table. By the leg, Grim drags El Diablo to the center of the ring, and brings him to his feet. Grimlexx stands behind Diablo, then runs and bouces off the ropes !
behind him, back past Diablo, bouces off the ropes, and leaps into the air to deliver another punisher dropkick, this time to the head. Diablo falls to the ground again, but quickly gets back to his feet, due to momentum. He staggers forward and Grim delivers a boot to the midsection, doubling over El Diablo. Grim then executes the Grimlacious DDT, leaving his opponent motionless, but close to the ropes. Grim goes for the pin..."1...2..."...As the referee come down for "3", he notices that Diablo has placed his right foot on the rope. Grimlexx get to his feet, frustration in his eyes. He begins to argue with the ref, his back to Diablo.

Diablo rises to his feet and creeps up to the bloodied gangster. Diablo whips Grimlexx around to face him, knees him in the gut, and delivers the Diablo Decapitator. A splatter of blood can be seen where Grim's head smashed into the canvas. Grim lays motionless in the middle of the ring. Yet, instead of going for the pin, Diablo looks at his opponent, with an evil glare. A sickening smile curls onto the face of El Diablo, he then steps out of the ring to the floor and produces a can of gasoline from under the ring. The referee tries to dissuade Diablo from using the gas, but Diablo is intent on ending his opponents career. Grim, starting to come to, hasn't any idea what is about to happen. El Diablo then drenches Grimlexx with petrol, Grim still unable to retaliate. Diablo then produces a lighter and holds it above for the whole crowd to see. The ref leaps forth and grabs hold of the lighter, trying to wrench it from the demon's hands. As the two struggle, Gr!
iml3xx weakly rises to his feet once more. He digs within his pants, and produces what appears to be a roll of quarters. The ref wrenches the lighter away, turning his attentio away from the match to dicard of it. Diablo turns around and is his with a clenched fist wrapped around a roll of quarters, from Grimlexx. Diablo is knocked clean out, Grimlexx hides the roll back in his pants, and covers. The referee, unknowing of what happened, begins to coung..."1...2...3!" Grimlexx scores his first victory in SCW! What an upset.
"Straigh Outta Compton" sound as Grimlexx, bloody, battered, and bruised staggers to the rope for support. He throws up a bloody fist in celebration of his victory.

However, the Savonorola's theme music begins to play. The Godfather steps out onto the stage, mic in hand, accompanied by Tony and Lou. He says.

The Godfather: Well, you did pretty good in that match. Should be proud of yourself.

Grimlexx look on quizzically.

The Godfather: But, don't get too excited. I am not out here to praise you or anything, I am out here to teach you a lesson. A lesson in respect.

The Godfather signals for his goons to runs down to the ring. The Godfather follows close behind. Once in the ring, Tony and Lou attack the bloody Grimlexx. Once Grim is incapacitated, Lou picks up Diablo by the head and sends him over the top rope. Lou then joins Tony in restraining Grimlexx, keeping him on his knees in the middle of the ring. The Godfather slowly enters, brandishing a pair of brass knuckles.

The Godfather: You think your some sort of gangster, don't ya? Some sort of tough guy. Well, get it straight, you're nothing but a low life. Don't think you can mess with the likes of the Savanorola family.

At that, The Godfather winds up and delivers a thunderous Paisano Punch. The goons allow Grimlexx to fall to his stomach. The Godfather then orders them to roll him over, not wanting to get blood on his Armani. Now with his victim on his back, The Godfather takes off his jacket, rolls up his sleeve, and applies the Italian Vice. Grimlexx writhes in pain until the hold is released. When he is through, Vinchenzo Savonorola gathers his things and spits on Grimlexx who lies in the ring. The Savonorolas exit the arena to the sound of their own anthem. The scene fades out to signal the end of Massacre.