**The lights dim down in the arena as the crowd stares anxiously at the center of the stage where a single spotlight shines down. "Listen to Reason" by Bryan Steeksma plays, and the crowd begins to boo.**
Jordan Mathewson: And here comes one of SWS's most ruthless submission specialists, Fegelein.
**Fegelein enters the arena, wearing his signature unique attire, seemingly angry.**
James Wilson: He looks a little pissed off too.
**Fegelein walks quickly and angrily to the ring, microphone in hand. He enters the ring.**
Fegelein: Cut my damn music!
**The crowd continues to boo.**
Fegelein: I'm waiting you idiots; cut it off!
**The music finally stops.**
Jordon Mathewson: Geez, what's his prob--
James Wilson: Shut up and let him talk!
Fegelein: Now then...
**The crowd starts booing louder**
Fegelein: Shut. The Hell. UP!
**The crowd starts chanting "You suck."**
Fegelein: I'm tired of this crap. This will be the third week striaght I've decimated this masked turd -- what's his name, Knas? Three. Weeks. Straight.
**The crowd starts chanting even louder and in harmony.**
James Wilson: Why can't these idiots show this man a little more respect?
Fegelein: Mr. Barnabush, I would like for you to watch what I do to him tonight, and watch closely, because tonight will be the last time you ever hear from that kid.
**The crowd erupts into boos.**
Fegelein: After tonight, I demand a real match. Not some two-bit luchador freak.
Fegelein: But I hope everyone here sees that this is just the beginning. I will be claiming some gold from this company. I will rise through the ranks of this organization. Every single one of you will see what I am capable of. Tonight, it will begin with the Fegel-death, and the death of this fool's career..
**Fegelein drops the mic, and the sound of it falling to the mat echoes through the stereos, as the crowd continues to boo.**
Jordon Mathewson: Wow.
Notes: Win by TKO from Fegel-death submission