I know that it has been said that nobody can achieve everything they want over their whole lifetime. I guess, in a way, this is true. After all, it only took me four years.

Four years ago, I was a cocky kid willing to do anything to make a name for myself in this business. I guess I impressed a couple people because I was given an opportunity to try. I can still remember the first night I entered a wrestling ring�September 30, 2000. The AWWF was putting out their first Pay-Per-View event and I made my first appearance there. I still have the orange and red tights that I wore that first night, the outfit I would wear for almost a full year. I walked out to �Walk This Way� by Aerosmith and had a smile that stretched from ear to ear. I did not care that I did not have a match that night, the fact that I was being there; being able to entertain the fans was all the motivation I needed.

There are days that I wish I still had that degree of innocence. Over time, this business is like a double-edged sword and for every aspect of it that entices and excites me; there is an equal part and an equal blade that looks to make me hate it. Four years ago, all I could see was the goodness and the glory and the fun that I imagined myself having.

That first match is still etched in my mind, so clear that I can still recall the smell of pyrotechnics that had gone off during that match before mine. My first opponent would also be my largest, Jason "Cruncher" Williams was a 7�1�, 320 pound beast and I was giving up eight inches and about eighty pounds. My heart was beating so fast that I could barely hear the crowd; all I heard was the thumping of my own nerves. I somehow managed to pull out a victory with a move I used for about two months, a pulling Piledriver, and all I could do was smile as the crowd cheered my victory. It was then that I knew I had found my calling.

It was all about the fun, all about the fans; it was all about wrestling for me. I started to win match after match after match and it went on for four months before I was finally rewarded. I was a champion and had achieved my first goal�to win gold.

For the better part of 2001 I was the people�s clear cut choice when they cheered and I was the one they supported. I was the man they could count on, the man they could depend on, the man that would never turn his back on them. Guess what? I turned.

It all started with an injury, a broken foot that cost me almost two-months of my career. While I was out I reviewed what I had done and how I had presented myself. I had wanted to be loved by the fans and accepted by them, but for all the work that I had put into it I was nothing but a former holder of a couple TV Titles. I was worth so much more but I realized that if I kept up with the charade of going against what I truly was then I would never get anywhere in the wrestling world.

My first anniversary arrived and I returned�as the Slasher.

When I returned I was different in every way and looked as I do now. I wore all black and spoke in rhyme; I was eventually referred to as �Evil Personified�, a title I use with pride. I looked like something out of a gothic novel and soon became the single most hated man in the federation. I guess I always had the evil in me, but it was only when I let it out that I finally became the success that I always knew I could be. My second year in wrestling would be my most dominant by far; pronounced with two dominant feuds, one against my arch-rival Johnny Dangerous and the other against Kevin Jones for the World Title, in addition to being voted as Wrestler of the Year for 2002.

My feud with Johnny Dangerous was a very interesting one to say the very least. He and I were polar opposites of the greatest degree. Even a comparison between my opponents and I cannot compare to the difference between Dangerous and I because despite our differences, my opponents and I are not so unlike regardless of what they admit.

Johnny Dangerous was and still is a rival unlike any I have ever had. I have never before seen a man so good and honest and well-deserving of a fan�s love that it actually has made me ill. I was, by this point, pure evil and set out to destroy everything and everyone that Dangerous held close. Our lives were intertwined for all of six months and it was early in that period that I befriended and allied myself with the head of the Seattle mob cartel, Michael Rivera. My time in the mob was spent doing various �clean-up� jobs for Rivera and it was during these jobs that I learned how to kill a man. There is something empowering about knowing that you are the one who will determine if another person lives or dies. Phantasy's wrestling career has suddenly taken a hard hit with his reign as champion being ended thanks to me. Now he gets to enjoy the pain.

The Iron Circle Submission Match, a match of such bloodshed and pain and risk that few would ever think to go near it let alone be right in the middle of it, standing on the cold concrete of a parking lot with cars encircling him, all ready to be used as a weapon or as an object of his destruction. I faced Johnny Dangerous in this match and left his head crushed open against a Honda Civic, after a twenty plus minute contest that nearly ended both of our careers. Now I wonder how my opponents will react when I throw them headfirst through a windshield or give them a suplex across the roof of a car, or better yet deliver the TID to them atop a canvas of concrete. Will they be able to resist tapping their hand across the cold floor as I lock in whichever submission I choose to end their career with?

I honestly believe that Sid, Legend and Phantasy could surprise me and be an actual threat in this match, actually threaten my grasp of the Platinum Title, but I do not truly expect any single move or single attack to be able to stop me from finishing what I began. Pain is a relative term and can be used to describe the pain of losing a loved one or the pain felt by the sting of a bee. The pain I expect to give to my opponents is the pain that would make Lucifer�s blood curdle in disgust and cause every evil that has ever reigned over this planet to turn their heads away in horror for fear of having to bear witness to such acts of destruction. The ring in which our match shall take will be stained a crimson red from the blood of my opponents�the dark red blood of their head, the fluorescent red of their internal injuries and the black blood and the dark bile from deep inside of their bodies. I want to see the life drain from the eyes of my opponents as I tighten my grip until one gasps, gasp for that last final ounce of strength and tap for your life. I would pay any amount of money to be witness to such a pleasant event.

My feud with Dangerous ended in late-April 2002, but my alliance within the Rivera Family enhanced to the point of my being the right-hand man, the second in command of the greatest crime family in the west. I held power beyond anything that I had dreamt of and I enjoyed it so much. Murder, embezzlement and drugs were all my business and I ran them with such calculating prowess that everyone knew that to cross me was to sign their death warrant. Even today I still consider myself one of the most calculating minds in the business and I proved that from the second I stepped into Sin Wrestling. I walked in here and targeted exactly what I wanted�, champions, glory and pride.

In mid-2002 I finally claimed the belt that had eluded me for so long, the World Heavyweight Title. I defeated the top men in the federation and took my spot, my legitimate spot, as the top man in the UWA. I plan to do the same thing here in SW. I walked through so many men and it took a forty-minute bout, where I finally tapped out to a submission move by Keivn Jones before I relinquished my title. Every man loses at some point and I accepted that, I would suffer my biggest defeat and lose my championship. I knew that one day I would return to the World Title division and when that day comes I would drop whoever stood in my way for the chance to hold World Championship gold.

I know what is needed to reign atop a federation and what I have to do to get there. These past months have been just the first step on my journey and already I have done more than many veterans in Sin have done. I will make my reign the most dominant of all. I have been to the top of the mountain and I will leave carnage and pain in my wake. I will, if needed, do the same thing again if it means that I can control this federation. The Platinum Title will be the springboard that I need to get to the Television Title, and then the World Title. My opponents will be the springboard I need to get to the top. Nothing some punks in this match does will keep me from destroying them and taking what is rightfully and deservedly mine, the top spot in all of Sin.

By mid-2003 I was the head of the Rivera Crime Family after Michael Rivera had been shot and wounded by a man known as Mikos Cordozer. I took the family and branched out our organization to all ends of the US and by the time Michael was healed I had given him the most dominant mob cartel in the country.

I make my life, and those who align with me, a success. Those who go against me will be hurt; I have spent my life in this business doing whatever I have to in order to get what I want.

This is a message to all those in Sin who wish to go against me�Try it. I am Slash Tannon and I will break you and make you scream out for mercy. Rules and regulations do not apply to a man like me and if you cross me, you will be silenced. This is not a bluff nor simply a threat but rather a promise. Watch me destroy Phantasy, Sid and Legend this weekend and you will see, you will know that Slash Tannon is the future of Sin Wrestling and you are either with the future or your days in Sin Wrestling are numbered.

Are You Ready? For TOTAL IMPACT!!!