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~Sorry its short Rain, but I was tring to make it like Micheal was an DWA Orginial, and was introducing the fans to the DWA.~

For the first episode of the DWA open with a shot of a man walking down the hall. A high pitch ringing sounded through the speakers. The screen was colored Red, Black, and White, as it showed different angles of him walking down the hall. Small blipping sounds boomed over the PA, as the camera changed angles. He was wearing blue pants, and black button up shirts, with a few buttons unbuttoned.

"I am Micheal Militia." The screened showed him performing his signature moves back in his Indy days. Ensirguris and release german suplexs. Then a shot of him throwing up the devil horns. "I'm what you call, unstable." The camera played a clip of Micheal smirking into the camera. "I am an all around scrapper." It showed Micheal repeatedly punching an opponent, as his opponent sat in the turnbuckle. "I don't care for authorities... And I don't care for my opponent." It showed Micheal landing a Militia Driver on a opponent. "I'm Micheal Militia, and this is the D.. W.. A!" The camera showed Micheal looking into the camera, with his head turned. Then faded to another very small clip of him delievering a Sound-Off.

"Heroes Never Die" by Fenix Down plays as a highlight reel of my matches plays along with clips from an interview.

"The reason I decided to work for both CTC and DWA was simply the fact that I've been bored working for just one. Oh don't get me wrong! I love CTC! There's some great guys over there and some awesome personalities. But I've always felt that wrestling-wise, there's really no one who can hang with me in the ring. And that's what I'm getting from the DWA: that fire! That passion! And wether I love 'em or hate 'em, that's one thing that me and all the boys in DWA share."

The highlights of the high spots I've done in my career play on the screen. Springboard 450 Splashes, Asai Moonsaults, etc.

Interviewer: "So what do you want to say to the DWA fans who maybe haven't seen you wrestle?"

Nate: "This is exactly what I have to say: Fans of DWA, I'm here to liberate you. I'm on a mission to put wrestling back in pro-wrestling. I will do everything in my power to bring DWA to the forefront of Wrestling."

Interviewer: "And to your future opponents? What do you have to say to them?"

Nate: *laughs* Three simple words, my friends. Beware. The. Biohazards.

(End)

The camera fades into a shot of Micheal Militia as he sat on a crate somewhere in the DWA backstage corridoors. It looks as if through Micheal was thinking. The camera circles around him and tries to get a clear shot of his face, as he looks down at the floor below. He turns his head slightly towards the camera, and lets out a small chuckle. Micheal begins to rub his hands together.

"So... I'm set to face Chain in the main event, at the very first DWA showing." Micheal looks back down and sighs. Then looks up to the wall infront of him. "Chain says he is a Warrior Bound by Destiny, well I say he is just another Randy Orton wannabe. Probably use Destiny as a excuse for losing aswell... I'm fine with that. But he also says I did'nt do my homework." Mike shakes his head and chuckles slightly.

"Do you really think I'm that stupid?! See Chain, thats your very first mistake, you underestimated me. And when people do that they get hurt, when people underestimate me its a mistake they will soon regret. See Micheal Militia is nobodies stepping stone! Micheal Militia is a Man on a Mission! And my Mission is getting that DWA World Heavyweight Title!" Micheal gets off the crate, and looks to the camera, turning his body aswell to face it. "So come Welcome to Glory, when my hand is being raisied at the end... Micheal Militia will only be one step further to completing my Mission."

Right after Micheal said his last few words, he cocked his left arm back ever so slightly, and then swung. He nailed the camera with an open hand strike, knocking the camera, along with the camera man to the ground. The camera then showed Micheal walking down the hall, with the screen turned to the left as if Micheal was walking on the wall.

The Dwa arena is in a quite buzz as the ring was empty of competition and was JUST returning from a break, people sat in wait of the next exciteing match that would entertain them like the show has so far. Suddenly the Music of Sinner by drowning pool blares through the speakers. The fans look towards the Giant DWA a tron awaiting what they thought was the next match, But it was not to be as the tron Flickered and came to light. Suddenly as man Dressed in red is show cased on the screen, his head down with a hood covering his head. The figgered stood in a Darkened brick walled room, he slowly started to pull back his hood reveiling his face. the figure smirked as he began to speak softly "You know what, 2 weeks ago i was wrestling Indy cercets, in japan and mexico i struggled to catch a break.. No one would allow someone as Twisted as me into there Federation.. YOu see My hands, they are stained with Blood, of everyone that has stood into the ring with me, I've Torn there fleash and Clawed at there bones as he laid in Pain, however, there was one man who seen the potential that i hold in my palm, his name in VAn gutter.. he Asked me to Come to DWa.. to show them why they call me the reaven... To show them why exactly the reaven is a symbol of Death and missery. For DWA, the eye's of the reaven is watching you.. and they glem with excitement. .. the screen Fades... to... Black,.....


On A Side Note Help Editing Was Provided By Blackrain Of The Dead

heey, you need to let People PM, you. if you are going be at this type of thing We need to contact you! i could'n't even tell you you had a match!

well id please request that you turn it on for future refences

A camera pans through the corridors of the arena where DWA is hosting a house show. The camera stops dead at a pair of sneakers, working it's way up the body of Chain Cahal Dragmire. A man, who calls himself "The Warrior Bound by Destiny". The crowd booed, being a crowd that favoured heels, but Chain just laughed it off, looking up into the camera.

"What you was expecting somebody else, and now you gonna hate on me?
Well that's ok I'll shake you right off my shoulder, that's ok I'm on fire right now you heard me?

I guess it was too much for ya, huh Michael? You took your eye off the ball, and you let Destiny pass you by. Not only did you let it pass you by, but you let it slip through your fingers, and all it took was one punch.

One punch, and the path to the World Title became even clearer for me.
Call it a fluke, call it dumb luck, call it Divine Providence, heck, I've even heard it being called the Hand of Fate by the fans, and I guess that fits the bill, don't you, Michael Militia?

I mean, c'mon. Think about it. Last week, in that ring. You set me up for the Militia Driver, and what happened then Michael? You had me hoisted up there, ready to drop the bombshell, and then what happened?

You lost your grip on me quicker than you lost your grip on your itty bit of testicular fortitude, and the Power of the Gods flowed through my fist. Fate intervened and one punch later, your on your back, looking up at the ceiling as I cover you, 1. 2. 3!"

The crowd out in the arena boo at that statement.

"You people out there can boo all you like, but there is no denying the truth, and the truth is that as I predicted, Michael Militia became nothing but a stepping stone on my Road to Glory, on the Path of Destiny, En Route to the World Heavyweight Championship!"

Chain pauses for a moment, running a hand through his hair

"But you know, I can't sit back here all night and ramble on about Michael Militia, no.
January 27th, DWA has it's second Welcome to Glory show, and as Divine Providence would have it, I'm once again in the main event match. Heh, so much for DWA's huuuge signing... But, gah, I'm getting sidetracked. I'm once again in the main event matchagainst a man that did not debut at the last Welcome to Glory. A man that goes by the name of John Roads.

John Roads, John Roads, John Roads... hmm... why does that name sound familiar?
Oh right, In remember now. John Roads, The Enforcer, The Power Player, The BlockBuster.
6'5, 300 and something pounds oh... and he just so happens to be...

Michael Militia's Special Enforcer!

So, what is this, you two. Michael, is this some set up because I beat you last week? Or is this just some ironic Twist of Fate?
Regardless of what this is, it seems the Fates are toying with the Red String already. So let me tell you something John, allow me to tell the Fates and allow me to tell all of DWA, Wrestlers and Fans alike.

When it comes to my matches, I don't care who my opponent is. He can be 6'5 and weigh 300 something pounds, he can be 7'7 and weigh five or six hundred something pounds, it doesn't matter. No mere mortal man is going to keep me from fulfilling my Destiny.

I will take on all comers to reach my goal, and John Roads is just another obsticle on the course.

So John, just like I told Michael last time, and just like the phrase I coined, that DWA now uses as it's slogan...

Come Januaray 27th, in the Barton Town arena, you will be welcomed to:

The Destination of Your Destiny!"

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