["Deep" by Nine Inch Nails hits the PA system and there is an uproar of loud cheers from the MWF fans. The light dim and from behind the curtain comes the Xtreme champion at the top of the MaxiTron. The Grudge is wearing a pair of baggy black jeans and black tank top. His long blond hair hung over his shoulders as well as his gleaming title belt.]

JP: He's on a four match winning streak doing damn well, it's good to see him here tonight after helping team MWF overcome the WEW.

Sully: He sure did his colours proud but now he has a mammoth task to overcome, the fatal four-way at conflict against Viper J, Johnny Karagious and M-Unit!

[The Grudge saluted his proud fans and walked down the metal ramp-way as the fans waved their signs and chanted his names. He slid into the ring and slowly walked across the ring floor. He signalled for a microphone and received one. His music began to fade out and he stood at the centre ready to speak. He rose the microphone and began to speak.]

The Grudge: Good evening, I hope you guys are enjoying the damn show!

[There was once again a loud cheer followed by a ten second 'M-W-F' chant started by a fan which took the arena by storm. After a few seconds, the arena was once again in anticipated silence and The Grudge rose the mic once more and began to speak.]

The Grudge: I'm tired and exhausted. I've had a busy week and I'm damn glad I won't be stepping into the ring to defend this baby again tonight!

[He wiped the surface of his Xtreme championship clean once again.]

The Grudge: But a daunting prospect does await me, in six days time when the MWF step up to take on the WEW in a pay-per-view that will revolutionize the wrestling business. Two promotions will collide in a battle to prove who is more mighty.

[He smirked and began to pace around the ring.]

The Grudge: Now as I sat on the plane back here I began pandering the match and there are three common factors about three men I step into the ring at Conflict... I've beat them all in a match.

[He began to get slightly cocky and the fans loved it!]

The Grudge: Hell M-Unit has got two crosses on his slate against the homicidal creep and will have a hat-trick when he steps into the ring with me for the third time on Sunday night. Viper J isn't much better, he's one of the jackasses I beat to get me this baby on my shoulder. The only good thing this S.O.B has done has helped keep MWF gold inside the MWF when I faced M- Unit and he'll done nothing better... I don't care if these guys are MWF, WEW or part of the President's family... When you get into the ring opposing me you're provoking me and when you provoke The Grudge you get a kick in the teeth, get me?

[There was a sea of flashes as the ecstatic fans tried to capture just one picture of what appears to be their new Messiah since Gutter Rat departed.]

The Grudge: And Karagious... Johnny Karagious. The guy who backed down from me when he got a severe case of the sniffles just days before our rendezvous at authority. My point is, there are four men in this match and just one who sticks out. Me. A man who is getting back on form and has won his last four matches. The Grudge. I'm undefeated in the year of 2005 and I plan to continue this run of form into and after Conflict.

[The Grudge squared his shoulders.]

The Grudge: This creep is rolling into the pay-per-view on Sunday night with a twisted view on the event that will unfold... See I'm going take these four men and re-construct their lives just like I will their faces with my size thirteen boot, and that my friends is a damn promise...

[The fans cheered his name once again and he stood central taking in the atmosphere and then raised the microphone once again.]

The Grudge: Things are beginning to heat up and I'm feeling the buzz. Conflict is days away and I will live up to the reputation that Gutter Rat left us with and take my three opponents apart...

[He spoke his last few words with rage and venom.]

The Grudge: You've got six days, good night!

[He launches the microphone somewhere and the camera followed him up the turnbuckles. He raised his title for the sea of fans once again and point to the MWF logo his music hit and the scene went to a commercial break.]

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[We see M Unit pull up into an underground car park and turn his truck engine off. He reaches across to his passenger seat side and pulls out a raggedly old looking duffle bag before he steps out of the truck and begins walking towards the camera. MWF backstage interviewer Ian Gonzales races onto screen.]

Ian Gonzales : M Unit� M Unit� one moment of your time please.

[M Unit stops in his tracks and looks down on the reporter.]

M Unit: One minute only.

Ian Gonzales: M� first off welcome back to an MWF arena�

M Unit: Id be lying if I said I was pleased to be here.

Ian Gonzales: I see� M, last time you were here, you lost to MWF Xtreme Champion, the Grudge�why are you back tonight?

M Unit: Why am I here? I am here to support my fellow WEW wrestlers. We lost on Cyberslam, but we won the fight. And tonight, were going to show those second rate wrestlers from MSW just what it means to fight. Carter�. Havok� Spiros� Lil J and Razeil� those guys are the future. They are the future of WEW and this business, and they will show why the MSW guys don�t even deserve to hold their jock straps. And I am here, to see the future step up to the plate tonight.

Ian Gonzales: But you cant deny it M, you�re here to seek revenge aren�t you? You�re here to take out Viper J and Grudge before this Sunday at Conflict aren�t you?

[M Unit takes in a long deep breath before dropping his duffle bag and grabbing Gonzales around the throat. The reporter gasps for breath as M Unit gets in his face.]

M Unit: For such an little old man, you ask a lot of questions. Now, your minute is almost up, but I�m going to give you this. I am here tonight, as I have been every damn week since this war started, to represent my company, my faith, my blood and my dreams. I am here to represent WEW� and if the Grudge or Viper J� or anyone else in that MWF locker room has a problem with that� then I�m not hard to find. Whatever your name is� this interview is over!

[With that, M Unit releases Gonzales from his grip, picks up his duffle bag and exits off screen as the crimson-faced Gonzales weeps and gasps for breath before the camera switches scenes.]

JP: He just assaulted a member of MWF staff...that's unacceptable behaviour.

Briggs: It should be something to see...I brought a pillow to have a quick sleep while he speaks.

[The lights dim in the Springfield, Illinois arena and the fans immediately stand to their feet obviously aware of some sort of presence. Suddenly pyrotechnics explode every split second on top of the ramp way shooting down from the ceiling and creating red mist on top of the Dynamite stage. The Pre-Conflict show has turned into a pool of eternal darkness as we are plunged into an eclipse with red strobes circling around the ring. The fans are in awe at the dazzling fireworks that continue to jolt in the air running down the ramp way. �A Place for My Head� by Linkin Park strikes on the loud speakers and out emerges the tall monstrous figure of the MWF World Heavyweight Champion Thunder Bull to a surprisingly standing ovation from the crowd.]

Peter Santos: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome at this time� the Maximum Wrestling Federation World Heavyweight Champion the �Perfector of Pain� Thunder Bull!

JP: This man may not be a fan favourite but when it comes down to the MWF as a whole this man is who we look up to. He led six other men from the Maximum Wrestling Federation into Cyberslam last Thursday night and they defeated the formation of Johnny Karagious, Rob Arson, Adam Havok, James Carter, M-Unit, Jeff X and Eddie Benoit.

Briggs: He caught Adam Havok off guard with an unorthodox pinning combination to pick up the pin fall and victory for team MWF.

[The �Perfector of Pain� would tag a few die-hard MWF fans hands on his journey down the ramp. His walk was at a steady pace as he smiled a devious smile. His expression seemed plain with the MWF World Heavyweight title draped vertically over his right shoulder. He would now make his way up the steel steps and enter the ring in between the second and third rope. Thunder Bull would then hold the World title aloft to an uproar of approval from the fans as they cheer wildly. Thunder Bull would smile yet again as he paced around the ring back and fourth.]

JP: Thunder Bull faces Cristiano Tivelli this Sunday night at Conflict.

Briggs: I�ll be rooting for Tivelli all the way.

[Thunder Bull walked to the corresponding turnbuckle to hold the World title high in the air once again to another overwhelming cheer. The rapid applause continued while the �Perfector of Pain� retrieved a microphone from Peter Santos and the music began to simmer down. Thunder Bull stood in the middle of the ring as the spotlight towered over him. He looked up towards the sky and closed his eyes in deep concentration. Thunder Bull licked his lips while the anticipation grew and the crowd were eager to hear his every word. Thunder Bull broke the silence and began to speak.]

Thunder Bull: Conflict has propagated violence from the very beginning� it has taken many shapes and forms. From the battle between a redneck and religion. To a battle between a �deadly� virus and a pitbull. The conflict has grown between two wrestling foundations and as it has spiralled out of control� as has these epic feuds. No one can control themselves, can contain themselves. Even before Conflict each superstar from each respectable company has tried to raise their fists and vent some pain.

[The crowd remain quiet and Thunder Bull continues to address the crowd on this important issue.]

Thunder Bull: The action has been played back and fourth and back and fourth repeatedly. There has always been a loophole� a rebound from each superstar from each company. It has been thrilling to watch and now it all comes down to this, Sunday night in the battledome at Conflict. God�s intentions were to create different people and to create different cultures and religions. His intentions were good and bad but demons got in the way of his creation. These demons evolved the bad into the sinister. People were now involved in a revolution at the hands of two creators of this conspiracy we call earth.

[He would grasp onto the World Heavyweight title and now held it down by his waist region. Thunder Bull began to circle around the ring and raise the microphone up towards his lips and spoke once again.]

Thunder Bull: The world was split into two; different people lived on this earth. We are all different from one another but in similar ways we are also very alike. The good and the bad had conversed one creation into two creations. Into two sides, two corporations and you have the MWF and the WEW fighting it out for the right to claim they are the best professional wrestling company in this world today. I represent the name of the Maximum Wrestling Federation and I will do so this Sunday night at Conflict as I fend in its honour against WEW World Champion Cristiano Tivelli. The world is split into two and so is this war between two well-known wrestling companies. Question on everyone�s minds is which company will have the final laugh?

[The fans began to voice their opinions with a strong �MWF! MWF! MWF!� chant echoing throughout the arena. Thunder Bull paused and glanced into the capacity crowd. One section of the crowd caught his attention with a huge �Thunder Bull is the MWF Hero� sign. Thunder Bull gave them the thumbs-up and yet again began to speak.]

Thunder Bull: Cristiano Tivelli� a man who is just simply outdated. You have become swamped with confusion recently because of my appearance during your ever so important matches. You haven�t been fairing so well recently have you Tivelli, struggling and holding onto your final breath. Maybe it is time to make your final wish come Conflict Tivelli because one thing is for certain. You won�t be walking out unscathed my friend.

[The fans cheered thunderously at this comment as Thunder Bull laughed sadistically down the microphone. He would listen to a faint �Thunder Bull! Thunder Bull! Thunder Bull!� chant that bellowed out from the fans with force. Thunder Bull waited for a few more seconds of silence and spoke yet again.]

Thunder Bull: Last Thursday night Tivelli I walked into your homebound. I walked into Cyberslam with six other MWF men and I walked out pinning one of your uprising WEW talents in a 14-man tag team brawl. While you my friend suffered another fatal loss to Fusion of all people. How am I supposed to take you serious if you can�t even find that flame that was burning inside with passion since you captured that WEW World title off Flashman a few months ago?

[Thunder Bull�s expression turned sour as his tone grew more determined and angered. His breath was heavy and he spoke once again.]

Thunder Bull: I am capable of anything Cristiano Tivelli and you seem to be unaware of this. Unaware of what I am truly capable of. Unaware of what I can do to you and what I have endorsed upon your helpless soul over recent weeks. After all the codes that have been broken after each invasion no one has been able to hold onto that final word. But this Sunday night in the Conflict Main event I can hold onto that final word. I can have the final say in the matter Tivelli while you lay unconscious on the mat. Your eyes looking up at the gleaming lights that shines brightly over you as your illustrious career flashes before your very eyes.

[He lowered the microphone with the crowd cheering ecstatically yet again. The fans are all riled up ready for Conflict this Sunday night while Thunder Bull just seems anxious. The �Perfector of Pain� readjusts the World title on his shoulder as not a word was spoken until Thunder Bull opened his mouth.]

Thunder Bull: God may have planned to create a perfect world but this Sunday night that perfect world will turn into a premonition of hell itself. Tivelli you will join me there alike all the other MWF and WEW Superstars that are marching into Conflict. The very place that will unfold all the answers. That all the critics are asking. Tivelli you and me will happen Sunday night and it will be one of the most barbaric matches ever witnessed on television.

[The fans give heavy cheers and begin another �MWF! MWF! MWF� chant. The �Perfector of Pain� takes a few moments to collect his thoughts and once the crowd are quiet he would speak.]

Thunder Bull: I am requesting a promise that is not made to be broken during this match at Conflict. I want to see the absolute best of Cristiano Tivelli from his golden days� the Cristiano Tivelli from his prime. We just can�t settle all these issues in any typical match, there needs to be hype and there needs to be a certain something to end this epic feud once and for all. I am asking CEO Edward Walker and President Harlum to allow us to do anything in this match that we are willing to do. Even if it means sacrifice our own bodies for our own company. I am asking you both to at least take this request under advisement. Because Tivelli if my request is granted then your chances of winning have gone from slim to none.

[The fans erupt with huge cheers and Thunder Bull began walking around the ring until he decided to lean in one of the corners. Thunder Bull would glaze over the crowd as his tone sent shivers down many people�s pines.]

Thunder Bull: The war ends Sunday night Tivelli and all the ambushes and all the assaults will end here. Unless you decide you want to oppose me one final time before Conflict there please feel free. Otherwise stay out of my damn business until Sunday night. This is also a warning to any other WEW Superstar who feels they want to take over the Dynamite show. If you get in the way then maybe I�ll just use a certain friend to quickly dispose of you. Conflicted minds and conflicted destiny surrounds the atmosphere. But you know what also surrounds the atmosphere? Apprehension� people are nervous because they are facing men they have never fought before and have no recognition of. Tivelli, me and you seem alike but believe me Sunday night you will realise why we are different and why I am the greatest World Heavyweight Champion in the globe of wrestling! Sunday night let the battle commence because Tivelli you will become scarred to the max! You have been forewarned my friend, your nemesis must bid you farewell.    

[�A Place for My Head� by Linkin Park hits over the sound system at full volume and the crowd are cheering heavily. The MWF World Heavyweight Champion dropped the microphone to the ground with a loud thud and exited the ring. However, he made his way over to the timekeeper�s area and took possession of one of the steel chairs from ring side. Thunder Bull smiled evilly with the crowd chanting and blaring in the background for the �Perfector of Pain�. Thunder Bull sauntered back up the ramp way with the World title in one hand and a steel chair in the other. After saluting the crowd he would make his way backstage through the curtains as JP and Briggs are on standby to give their prerogative of Thunder Bull�s major words before Conflict.]   

JP: Fighting talk from the MWF World Heavyweight Champion, he's really stepped up as a leader for the MWF and there is no one better I can think of to lead the troops.

Briggs: Let's see if he can...

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