XIII Intro

The WCF logo appears and fireworks explode from the ramp and above the ring, we then cut to the announcers as the sold out crowd cheer their asses off.



Clockwork Orange House of Fun Match
Doc Henry vs Travis Warner

Kyle Steel: Lady's and Gentlemen, I would like to take this opportunity to once again remind our viewers that this next match is one of the most violent and potentially deadliest matches in wrestling. Please, please, please do not attempt anything you may see.

Zach Davis: That's right, the next match is not one for the weak hearted either, as it had been known to end careers and mangle the participants.

"Badass" by Saliva hits the speakers as the lights on the stage flicker on and off rapidly, giving off an almost strobe like effect. Once the chorus hits, Warner walks out from behind the curtain, his forearms crossed above his head in an "X".

Steel: And here's our first competitor, Travis Walker.

Davis: Warner looked awfully good in his debut match this past Monday verses local hero and new hire, Greg Bosnia.

He continues down to the ring where he slides in under the bottom rope. He then heads for the nearest corner.

As the drums hit the house lights fade, and red and blue lights strobe.

Davis: (softly singing along)Please allow me to introduce myself...

Doc and Mary walk out onto the stage, and look back and forth over the audience, Doc raising his Confederate Title.

Steel: He'll sure have his hands full with veteran Doc Hen... Zach? Whats gotten into you?

Davis: It's a catchy song Kyle.

As the crowd boos, they make their way to the ring, where Doc rolls in. Standing, he grins proudly as he pops the crowd drawing more boos.

Steel: Zach, you've professed time and again how you dislike Doc, and that he scares the bajesus out of you, now your singing his entrance?

Davis: I had a long talk with Doc he's not rea...

Steel: And we're underway, as Doc and Travis lock up.

As the two men both try for the advantage, Doc brings his leg up hard and fast, catching Warner in the pills with his shin. Grabbing him by the back of the neck, Doc slings Travis head first into the chain link fence making up the far side of the ring.

Steel: Doc with the early start, in a match that favors his vicious style.

Warner grabs a kendo stick, and turns hitting Doc across the midsection. Doc grabs his gut and howls in pain as Travis proceeds to hit him several times over the back.

Davis: Come on, Doc is tougher than that...

Travis moves quickly and hits a hard DDT, and rolls Doc up for an early pin attempt...


Tw... kick out!!!

Both men make it back to their feet, and Doc glares at Warner. They both charge in and Doc ducks a clothesline, Turning abruptly, he hits a belly to back suplex on Warner, but doesn't release his hold.

Davis: Doc looking for the hat trick here...

Doc indeed does hit one more suplex, and rolls over dragging Warner to his feet again. Doc lifts Travis up for number three and lets go, sending Warner to the mat hard and folding him up over himself. Doc rolls out of the ring and lifts the apron.

Steel: Looks like Doc is going for foreign objects...

Davis: But those are allowed in this type of match, so are they really foreign?

Doc slides trashcans, lids, a stop sign, florescent light tubes, and a barbwire wrapped bat into the ring. Grinning, he grabs a pouch and slides into the ring. Dropping the pouch in one of the corners, he picks up the trash can and brings it down repeatedly on the back of Travis as be tries to regain his feet. Doc tosses the trashcan aside and picks up the stop sign, taunting the crowd. He points to Warner and the crowd pops.

Steel: The crowd really getting into this match, as Doc begins to pound on Warner relentlessly with the stop sign...

Doc picks up Warner and drags him to the corner, giving him a few good chops.

Davis and the Crowd: Woooooooo!!!

Davis and the Crowd: Woooooooo!!!

Davis and the Crowd: Woooooooo!!!

Doc lifts Travis up and sets him on the top turnbuckle.

Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm lost for words, I think my colleague has finally snapped...

Doc picks up the pouch and holds it high like some religious artifact. As the crowd cheers, he opens it up and dumps the contents on the mat.

Steel: This is not good, thumbtacks and glass shards...

Indeed it isn't as Doc climbs to the second turnbuckle, and punches Warner in the head, busting him open. Looking around at the crowd, Doc motions for something big. Lifting Warner to a standing position, Doc locks his head under his arm, and lifts him up... Jackhammer

Davis: Straight to Hell!!! Straight to Hell!!! Straight to Hell!!!

Steel: Doc just hit his new finisher on Warner right in the middle of that pile of glass and tacks, and the ref in for the three count...




Steel: What the hell?? Doc just pulled Travis' shoulder up.

Davis: More pain and punishment planned I guess...

Doc stands and picks up a florescent tube.

Steel: No Doc, No!

Swinging it down, he shatters it across Warner's body, exploding in a cloud of shards and powder. Doc is not done however as he breaks a good dozen more over the belly and chest of his opponent.

Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen, I'd once again like to reiterate that the WCF does not condone this type of violence, and reco...

Davis: Don't condone this violence?!? They are paying these men tonight for just that purpose.

Doc grabs Travis Warner's blood soaked body an LS drags it to the center of the ring, the shattered glass shards cutting him up even further. Doc turns to the fifteen foot fence, and looks to the top of it. Grinning, he slides out of the ring and grabs a table. Sliding it into the ring, he sets it up. Picking up the barbwire covered board that has been sofar unused, he lays it on the table and places Warner's body on top of it.

Steel: The crowd on their feet!

Davis: Doc looking to end it here, yes!!!

Doc begins to climb the fence, and stands on the top, holding onto the support wires. Looking out over the crowd, Doc pumps his hand, and flies off the fence.

Davis: ALL-IN!!!


Doc crashes down hard and both men go through the table and barbwire board. Senior referee Stanley Mossier moves in for the count.


Davis: The roar of this crowd would deafen us if we were inside!


Steel: I don't think the Almighty Himself could kick out of that train wreck.


Davis: Because Doc is far superior, and wins!!!

Stanley Mossier raises Doc's hand out of the heap of broken wood and bodies. Seeing no movement, he calls for the medical staff.

Steel: And this is why we at the WCF caution all our viewers to not attempt what you see at home. Doc and Travis may be out of action for a while.

Davis: Nah, Doc'll be back to form in no time...

The Segment De-Logan

The jumbotron inside the Water Works arena comes to life! Backstage, the ‘Scot is delightfully standing in front of a camera.

the ‘Scot: Ladies and gentlemen. It’s my honor to present to you.. the man, the legend, Loga—

Butting in, Logan shoves the ‘Scot out of view from the camera and stands in his place – staring daggers into the camera. The audience cheers upon his appearance.

Logan: It’s good to be back… it’s good to be back in Des Moines, Iowa!

The crowd pops.

Logan: SHUT UP!

The crowd retreats to booing.

Logan: Tonight, Iowa, tonight – babygurls – you’re going to see the greatest beat down ever. You’re going to see me, the Face of Treachery, Mr. WCF, Mr. Five time world champion, Mr. Biggest icon in WCF history going one on one with… that one guy… Jay Price.

Small laughs from the audience inside the arena.

Logan: That’s not all you’re going to see. No, no, no. You’re going to see the last ten minutes of this match as well. The ‘special’ no holds barred last ten minutes. The last ten minutes of me giving Jay Price free tickets to Connector City! Boudles! You’re going to witness the last ten minutes of Jay Price’s career!

Logan spits into the camera lens and marches off.


Zach Davis: This next match epitomizes the "youth vs. veterans" dynamic of XIII like no other. Club Cool has had a lot of success here in WCF and they've been winning over a lot of the young fans in the WCF Universe, but it's no secret that they've rubbed a lot of the veterans in the locker room the wrong way!

Kyle Steel: Correct-o-mundo, Zach. It all came to a head a few weeks ago when Roy Speede bragged about quote "retiring" Gravedigger. Gravedigger did not take kindly to that remark, and neither did Brad Kane. Together they beat the ever-loving shit out of both members of Club Cool at Explosion, after Speede and Haden had already been through a hellacious triple threat match against The Shadow Conspiracy and TnT.

Zach Davis: That was also when Digger and Kane announced that they would be joining forces to battle Club Cool in an elimination-style "I Quit" match here at XIII. And so here we are, Kyle. We have two teams that come from opposite ends of the spectrum in terms of experience. Club Cool has been impressive during their brief run in WCF, but they're a pair of rookies at eighteen and twenty years of age. Brad Kane and Gravedigger are legends of this sport. Both men are members of the WCF Hall of Fame. They've accomplished virtually everything that can be accomplished in professional wrestling. On paper it's a total mismatch.

Kyle Steel: The one thing that Club Cool does have going for them is that they've forged a wonderful chemistry as teammates. They are former WCF Tag Team Champions, after all, so we can't count them out entirely. Gravedigger and BK have never teamed together and... I'm not even sure if they like each other, but I guess that much doesn't really matter because they both hate Club Cool!

Zach Davis: Yes, they despise Club Cool and everything that they stand for!

'Frontline' by Pillar starts to play as Roy Speede, and his partner, Alex Haden step out on stage. They both cross their arms across their chests in Xs, and tuck their heads into the creases of the Xs.

Nolan Walker: Introducing, at a combined weight of three hundred eighty-seven pounds, the team of Roy Speede and Alex Haden, they are Club Cool!

The two each drop their right arms, and do their signature poses. Roy raises his left arm in the air, and extends the pointer, middle, and pinky fingers on his left hand. Alex does a standing backflip, and points ahead with his left hand. They drop their poses, and jog to the ring, Roy on the left, Alex on the right, and high-five fans as they go. Once they get to the ring, they slide under the bottom rope, and climb to the second ropes at the turnbuckles. Roy extends his left arm in his signature pose, and Alex does a backflip off the turnbuckle before pointing out at the crowd, straight ahead. Roy jumps off the turnbuckle, turning toward Alex, and they high-five mid-ring.

Zach Davis: This match is a gut check for these two young men. Few people really believe that Haden and Speede can beat Gravedigger and Kane, and maybe they don't even believe it themselves, but goddamn it if they can show some heart and guts and put in a good showing then they'll at least earn some respect around here!

Kyle Steel: Is it worth risking life and limb for respect? When you work in a testosterone-fueled industry such as professional wrestling the answer is yes!

The lights go out. They stay off for about 15 seconds or so before "Change" by Deftones starts playing throughout the arena. A spotlight hits the entranceway and out from the back walks Gravedigger's brother Chester. A couple of seconds later, Gravedigger walks out from the back, a look of pure iron-clad focus and determination on his face as he stares down both members of Club Cool.

The crowd boos heavily but Gravedigger doesn't give a shit as he and Chester walk down the ramp and over to the ring steps. Chester jumps from the floor to the apron and climbs into the ring. Gravedigger climbs the steps and then steps over the top rope to get into the ring, illustrating his considerable size advantage over both members of Club Cool.

Zach Davis: Gravedigger is evil incarnate, but he is a true legend here in WCF. The man has done it all, and he's done it by being cunning, ruthless and totally remorseless. And right now he has his sights set on Roy Speede and Alex Haden!

Kyle Steel: Chester is no slouch himself, Zach. Gravedigger stated during his interview with Hank Brown earlier tonight that Chester will be interfering in this match. Normally wrestlers don't announce those kinds of plans to the world before a match, but there's no DQ's in this match so all four men can do whatever the hell they want!

Zach Davis: One thing is for sure, Kyle: Speede and Haden are going to need eyes in the back of their head. Gravedigger is a beast of a man all by himself, but with Chester liable to interject himself into this match at any moment that presents an even more daunting challenge for the members of Club Cool!

{The house lights go out in the arena as the opening of "Refuse/Resist" by Hatebreed flares up. Strobe lights begin to go insane when the vocals blare out of the sound system as Brad Kane appears in the entry way. The crowd cheers seeing them as Brad inhales before he makes his way down the ring. A few hands get slapped but not many as once Brad is at ringside, he hops up on the ring apron. The lights are back to normal as they enter the ring as he heads to the nearest turnbuckle and goes up to the middle buckle. Some take pictures as he steps down, inhaling once more as he does the same thing on the other side of the ring. He then backs into the corner as he then waits for the match to begin as his entrance song fades off}

Zach Davis: Brad Kane is another all-time great. The man has been a World Champion many times over. He's been in some of the greatest matches in the history of this sport and he's come out on top more times than not. Right now he's not thinking about any of that, he's thinking about teaching a lesson to Club Cool, and Roy Speede in particular!

Kyle Steel: You're absolutely right, Zach. It comes down to respect. The veterans command respect from the rookies, and the rookies in turn are trying to earn respect from the veterans. I think Club Cool deserves respect for even showing up tonight, but it remains to be seen if that decision will result in anything more for them than a one-sided beatdown at the hands of Brad Kane and Gravedigger!

Megan Kane and Chester climb out of the ring and take their position at ringside while Brad Kane and Gravedigger discuss some last minute strategy. Speede and Haden are silent in their corner of the ring as they set their sights upon their Hall of Fame opponents. Loud, rival chants break out among the raucous Des Moines crowd, with many of the thirtysomething and above fans in attendance chanting "Kill Club Cool!" while the higher-pitched, teenaged fans chant "Kill, Club Cool!"

Zach Davis: These fans are amped up!

Kyle Steel: The pro- and anti-Club Cool factions in the audience are separated by a slight grammatical difference in their chants, but obviously the generational gap is glaring, Zach. Will the sheer rebelliousness of youth be able to overcome the sage wisdom of experience? We're about to find out!

Brad Kane starts off for his team as Gravedigger climbs out to the ring apron. Roy Speede starts for Club Cool. Referee Stanley Moser calls for the bell to start the match.


Speede and Kane circle before shooting in for the lock-up. Kane immediately knees Speede in the midsection and then staggers him with a series of lighting-quick kicks. Speede tries to answer with a Spinning Roundhouse Kick, but Kane ducks, catches Speede and violently plants him into the mat with an Exploder Suplex. Kane starts stomping the shit out of Speede just for the sake of stomping him.

Zach Davis: Pure hatred... pure goddamn hatred from Brad Kane! He does not like Roy Speede one bit!

Kane finally eases up and lets Speede up to his feet, but only so that he can measure Speede and clean his fucking clock with a Koppu Kick that knocks Speede into next week. Speede is counting his teeth on the mat when Kane walks over to him and yanks him up. Kane throttles Speede's diminutive body with a Uranage Backbreaker. Kane hangs onto the move and then transitions to a Half Nelson Backbreaker. Kane still won't let go of poor Roy Speede. Kane ragdolls Speede to his feet and then absolutely destroys him with a brutal Backdrop Driver. Speede lands on the mat head first and his body instantly goes limp.

Kyle Steel: Wow... Roy Speede might already be finished here! BK just hit one of the most devastating moves in professional wrestling, the Backdrop Driver, and Roy is not moving!

Zach Davis: He landed head-first, Kyle! I'm not trying to be an alarmist here, but he might be paralyzed! We might never see Roy Speede walk again!

Kyle Steel: As long as he can talk he'll still find a way to annoy people!

Alex Haden calls out to his tag team partner from the apron with a look of concern written in spades across his face. Kane verbally taunts Speede, calling him a jobber and a piece of shit, stuff like that. Referee Stanley Moser drops to the mat to check on Speede, who may or may not be conscious at this point. Speede is breathing at least, so that's a good sign.

Stanley Moser: He's not dead!

Some members of the audience let out a groan, but the Club Cool fans cheer and shout encouragement to Speede. Speede slowly begins stirring and Kane instructs Moser to ask him if he wants to quit.

Zach Davis: Moser is asking Roy Speede if he wants to quit, but I'm not entirely sure if Speede understands what those words mean right now.

Speede raises his head and lets out an abrupt and defiant "NO!!" in response to Moser's inquisition. Kane rolls his eyes. Speede slowly and awkwardly gets to his feet.

Zach Davis: Look at the courage and guts that are being displayed by Roy Speede! I thought he might be paralyzed after the way his head hit the mat!

Speede is standing but he's not steady on his feet. He looks like a man whose spine has been contorted into an unnatural position. Speede pops his neck into place as best as he can with his hands and then turns his attention to Kane, who is simply standing there glaring at Speede. Kane suddenly moves in for the kill and lands a powerful spinning back fist that floors Speede and drops him to the mat.

Zach Davis: BK Backfist! Normally Kane would go for the pin here, but there are no pinfalls in this match. The only way to win this match is to make both of your opponents say "I Quit!"

Kane pulls Speede up and rocks his body with stiff European uppercuts. Speede is getting punch drunk as he absorbs one heavy shot after another, but finally he opts to fight back with a Snap-Jab that barely grazes Brad Kane's temple. It's not the hardest shot but it creates enough of an opening for Speede to fire off a superkick that catches Kane flush in his jaw and drops him to one knee. The Club Cool fans erupt with cheers at the sight of this.

Zach Davis: Roy Speede is performing a slight amount of damage to Brad Kane! I never thought we would see this!

Kyle Steel: Speede is one tough kid, Zach. You can't count him out!

Speede isn't satisfied. He launches himself off of BK's knee and hits a Step-Up Enzuigirl that cracks Kane's noggin like a coconut falling from a tree. In his youthful exuberance Speede tries for the cover on Kane, but the ref reminds Roy that there are no pinfalls. Kane literally throws Speede off of him and returns to his feet.

Zach Davis: Brad Kane does not look like a happy man, Kyle!

Kyle Steel: No, he does not, Zach. Speede kind of embarrassed him with that flurry of offense right there. Kane was maybe being a little too casual and gave Roy the opening, and Roy took advantage!

Gravedigger barks a command at Kane who nods his head and proceeds to charge Speede and nails him with a Running Dropkick to the chest. Speede does a backwards tumble on the mat before springing to his feet and charging right back at Kane. Speede hooks Kane and plants him with a Swinging Reverse STO.

Zach Davis: Where did that move come from!? Roy Speede is not playing around here!

Roy drags Kane to the Club Cool corner of the ring and tags Alex Haden into the match. Speede and Haden work together to lift Kane up and then they spike him with a nasty double brainbuster. Gravedigger explodes with rage on the apron. He has seen enough. Gravedigger steps over the top rope and charges the members of Club Cool, decapitating both men with a thunderous double clothesline. That's not all though. Gravedigger pulls both men to their feet and hits a double Respecto!

Zach Davis: Gravedigger has forced his way into this match without so much as a tag and he just destroyed both members of Club Cool with Hector Rodriguez's trademark move!

Kyle Steel: Whatever happened to that guy, Zach?

Zach Davis: I think he mows lawns now, Kyle!

Gravedigger tosses Speede out to the floor at Chester's feet. Chester grabs a steel chair and cracks Roy in the back with it not once, not twice, but three times. Chester stomps on Roy's head for good measure and then spits on him.

Zach Davis: Is that kind of interference by Chester Borroughs really necessary? Roy has already taken a motherfucker of a beating in this match!

Kyle Steel: Gravedigger told us that it was going to happen, Zach. He might be a deceitful son of a bitch by nature, but he was up front and honest about that!

Satisfied with the havoc that he has wrought, Gravedigger finally complies with the referee's demands for him to return to his corner. Brad Kane is on his feet and he's eyeing Alex Haden like he's a piece of meat. Kane climbs to the top rope, leaps into the air and lands on Haden with a Diving Double Foot Stomp straight to the chest. Haden is all kinds of fucked up. Just to be an asshole, Kane pulls Haden to his feet, lands some hard kicks to the ribs and chest, and then reels him in and absolutely obliterates him with the Impending Doom. Haden is dead on the canvas and Speede hasn't even begun stirring yet at ringside.

Zach Davis: Well... this match has turned into the one-sided beatdown that we pretty much expected it to be!

Kyle Steel: Club Cool gave it their best shot but their chances of victory were always going to be minimal. You can't bring a squirt pistol to a gangland hoedown and expect to win!

Kane gets to his feet and plays to the crowd, drawing a loud though mixed reaction of cheers and boos. Kane grins as he gazes upon the lifeless bodies of both Club Cool members. Gravedigger isn't satisfied. He just stands there on the apron looking pissed off. BK brushes off Gravedigger's negativity and motions for his wife Megan to climb onto the apron. Megan complies and the predominately male audience roars its approval, with an abundance of whistles and catcalls to be had. Megan isn't shy about showing off her giant knockers to accommodate the public demand, and the audience grows ever louder in expressing its admiration.

Zach Davis: Megan Kane is putting on a show for these Des Moines fans! I haven't seen a white girl move like that since Britney at the VMAs back in the day when she had the anaconda! Hmmm... I'd like to slip her my anaconda!

Kyle Steel: Britney or Megan Kane?

Zach Davis: Well, uh...

Kyle Steel: Do you think Brad would take offense if I slipped a fin into Megan's panties?

Megan continues to shake her MASSIVE titties and Brad has seen enough. He strides over to Megan and sticks his face in them big-ass boobies. Brad motorboats her and the crowd goes apeshit bonkers! Even Gravedigger's grumpy ass gets a kick out of that.

Kyle Steel: Mine eyes have seen the glory! I'm having a religious experience right now, Zach!

Zach Davis: I am joining you in that, Kyle! I am filled with the spirit of the Lord!

As everyone is having a good time and getting off on the euphoria surrounding Megan Kane's giant jugs, the members of Club Cool are a-stirring. They begin slowly but steadily regrouping about the perimeter of the ring, unbeknownst to both Brad Kane and Gravedigger. Megan Kane finally ends her tease and climbs down from the apron. Brad looks like he's on Cloud Nine, clearly not in the killer's mindset that he was in when the match began.

Kyle Steel: That was good, clean fun for the entire family, but we still technically have a wrestling match going on here! Alex Haden looks like he's just about recovered from his beating, Zach!

Zach Davis: And what’s this? Speede’s gotten a... Is that a baseball bat?

Kyle Steel: Speede took hold of his signature baseball bat when the ref was distracted by Megan's boobs!

Speede gets back up onto the apron, and Haden tags him in. Speede climbs to the top rope, with the aluminum bat still in his hands. Haden catches Brad Kane by surprise and whips him toward Speede. Speede leaps, and clotheslines Kane with the bat!

Zach Davis: Oh my god! Speede just hit a diving clothesline to Brad Kane... Using a baseball bat!

Haden mounts Kane, and hits a few rights to Kane’s face, and Speede crosses the ring with the bat in his hands. Gravedigger is seething as he steps into the ring, and Speede jabs the bat into his gut. Gravedigger buckles to his knees, and Speede takes the advantage, bashing Gravedigger hard across the back.

Kyle Steel: That can’t be good for Gravedigger! I could hear the echo from that shot all the way over here!

Zach Davis: That could have easily broken Gravedigger’s back, folks! And Gravedigger’s face shows the pain from that one!

Haden dismounts Brad Kane, and grabs hold of one of his legs, raising it in the air. Speede walks over, and grabs the other one, and the members of Club Cool drag Brad Kane into the middle of the ring. Speede drops Kane’s left leg, and places his foot on it to hold it in place, while Haden holds the other one in the air. Speede pulls the bat back into a lefty stance, and looks into the face of Brad Kane. “You give up?” he yells in Kane’s direction. Kane shakes his head back and forth, and a loud “NEVER!” can be heard coming from his mouth.

Kyle Steel: Brad Kane doesn’t look like he’s gonna give up, and this looks like it could be very bad for the hall-of-famer!

Speede swings the bat, full force, and smashes Brad Kane in the balls. Haden lets go of his leg, and Kane rolls into a sitting position, his eyes wide and his hands on his groin. Haden steps out onto the ring apron, and Speede takes the bat, and presses it against Kane’s throat, pressing him back against the ground. Speede holds the bat against Kane’s throat, and yells at him, “Give up! Say it!” Kane shakes his head left to right and back again, unable to speak due to the bat on his throat.

Zach Davis: Speede better pay attention. Gravedigger is to his feet, and he doesn’t look happy!

Chester tosses Gravedigger a chair from ringside. Digger charges at Speede from behind and drills him in the back of the head with the chair.

Zach Davis: VICIOUS chair shot from Gravedigger! Speede could have a concussion!

Haden jumps into the ring and runs at Gravedigger but he eats a sickening chair shot to the head.

Kyle Steel: Gravedigger is a goddamned maniac with that chair! He just laid out both members of Club Cool! Haden and Speede are out cold, Zach!

Zach Davis: Well then... how are they supposed to say "I Quit"?

Gravedigger realizes his conundrum but the solution quickly comes to him. He takes turns walloping both members of Club Cool in the head with the chair in a sadistic attempt to revive them. Kane is recovering from his assault at the hands of Club Cool and he cheers Gravedigger on. "KILL THOSE FUCKS!! KILL 'EM!!" he says in a strained yell.

Zach Davis: This is too much! The referee has to stop this or Speede and Haden are going to have their careers ended!

Kyle Steel: They may have already reached that point, Zach! I hope not, but it doesn't look good for Club Cool!

Gravedigger finally decides that his "Smash them in the head with a chair to wake them up" tactic isn't working. He tosses the chair aside and gazes down upon Speede and Haden while a look of absolute disgust permeates his face. Kane gets to his feet and grabs Roy Speede's baseball bat. He spreads Roy's legs wide and exacts his revenge by thwacking Roy in the balls repeatedly with the bat. Roy jolts to life and screams out in pain while clutching at his aching manhood. Kane chuckles and flashes a wink to his wife at ringside. Kane turns his attention to Haden and gives him the baseball bat to the balls treatment as well, reviving poor young Alex who thrashes about while grabbing for his nether regions to prevent further damage.

Zach Davis: This is tough to watch! I'll watch because I have to, but as a man I'm cringing in fear over here!

Kyle Steel: I agree with you, Zach! I just hope that Club Cool's balls aren't juiced. It really lessons the importance of putting good wood on the ball!

Gravedigger looks at Brad Kane. Brad Kane looks at Gravedigger. They nod in unison. It's time to end this shit. Kane drops the bat and pounces on Haden. He locks Haden in a Cobra clutch and then rolls forward and adds a Triangle choke around Haden's neck.

Zach Davis: MLK Clutch! Brad Kane has it locked in! Moser is asking him if he wants to quit!

Alex Haden: I... UGGGGGH..... NOOOOO....... I... I... I QUIT!

Zach Davis: Alex Haden is eliminated!

Kane releases the hold and shoves Haden face-first to the mat. It's Gravedigger's turn now. This is his moment to exact his revenge on Roy Speede. Gravedigger takes his time. He savors the moment. He can taste it. It tastes sweeter than virgin cunt. Speede struggles to his knees and Gravedigger grabs him by his hair. Speede looks up at Gravedigger, a dazed look in his eyes. Gravedigger looks down at him and smiles wickedly. Gravedigger begins cackling like a madman. Even in his woozy state of mind Roy realizes that he's fucked. Gravedigger pulls Roy to his feet and hoists him up into a modified Torture Rack.

Zach Davis: Gravedigger has Speede in the Gringo Stretcher! Will Roy quit? Roy's fighting it! He's fighting with every fiber of his being! Can he get out of this? Moser is asking him...

Stanley Moser: Roy! Do you want to quit?

Roy Speede: GAAAAAAAAAH....... NOOOOOOOOOO....... I WOOOON'T!!!!!

Gravedigger locks the hold tighter, exponentially increasing the pressure on Roy's neck and spine.

Roy Speede: AAAAARRRGGGGGHHHHHH........ I--NOOOOO...... GAAAARG..... I.... I....

Zach Davis: Gravedigger is screaming at Roy to say it, but Roy won't do it!


Gravedigger makes the hold even tighter to the point where he's basically bending Roy's body in half. It's a gruesome sight, especially for the young Club Cool fans in attendance. Roy's eyes roll back in his head as he tries to fight the unreal pain that his body is experiencing.

Roy Speede: I... QUIT!!!!!!!

Moser intervenes to break up the hold as soon as the words spurt from Speede's mouth.


Zach Davis: It's all over! Gravedigger and Brad Kane win it!

Gravedigger drops Roy's battered body to the mat and raises his arms in absolute victory. The look on his face would best be described as pure glee. Chester climbs into the ring to celebrate with Gravedigger. They embrace in the middle of the ring as "Change (In The House Of Flies)" blares on the PA system. Brad and Megan Kane embrace in the ring as well as she gives him a hero's welcome with a victory kiss and another heaping helping of hooters. Meanwhile, the referee and the medical staff are checking on Speede and Haden.

Zach Davis: That was... brutal, to say the least, Kyle!

Kyle Steel: Indeed, Zach. Club Cool fought hard and gave it their all tonight, but they were overmatched from the opening bell. I just hope that they'll be able to recover from the physical abuse that they've sustained in this match, because they have the talent and the heart to go a long way in this company!

Zach Davis: In my opinion they've also earned respect for showing up and fighting as hard as they did against two Hall of Famers, even though they lost the match and took a beating!

Gravedigger and Kane catch each other's eye. They stop what they're doing and meet in the middle of the ring. They stare at each other for a moment before... shaking hands! Gravedigger raises BK's arm in victory and Brad in turn does the same for Gravedigger as the crowd cheers for the two WCF legends.


The lights in the arena go out as the stage, ramp and ring are lit up with a red glow. The big screen is black and is flashing the words "The Future" and "Is Now" in bold red letters.

4 Words To Choke Upon by Bullet For My Valentine hits the arena's PA System as the crowd gets out of their seats with mixed reactions. The big screen switches from the wording to showing various scenes of Price's career, including his TV Title win and the victory over Logan at One.

As the lead singer begins singing, Jay Price emerges through the curtain, his head and face covered by the hood of a black sweatshirt. He walks out onto the stage and stops as he looks around at the crowd from under his hood. On the stage, red flares shoot directly upward from inside the floor, and up into the sky where they explode into dazzling red fireworks.

Jay Price then takes off down the ramp toward the ring, not stopping to slap any hands or sign any autographs, choosing to remain 100% focused on the task at hand.

When he reaches the ring steps he climbs them and steps through the ropes. He turns to the corner, climbing up to the second rope. He takes a last look around at the crowd before flipping the hood back and revealing his trademark grinning face. He then pulls off the sweatshirt and throws it into the crowd before hopping out of the corner as his music cuts and the lights go back to their normal state.

Zach Davis: The first of the two to step into the ring is Jay Price, it seems. I thought we were done with him after Mr. FPV ended his career, but somehow Creeping Death got him to come back for more.

Kyle Steel: I can’t stand this guy, Zach. If he wins this, I’ll never forgive Logan.

The beginning drum intro of "The Struggle Within" by Metallica plays loudly and rumbles the speakers. Fans all too familiar to the theme for this certain superstar cover their ears to shield them from the extremely loud drum roll. With the roll of the drums, fireworks go off on the stage, rising about fifteen feet before bursting, and showing shining gold stars to the crowd.

After the climax of the epic drum intro the song breaks into rhythm and Logan appears at the top of the ramp to stand in place. He looks totally furious yet determined, narrowing his eyebrows and clamping his lips tight and taking deep breaths in through his nose while looking around at the screaming excited audience. Despite the maddening expression, something about his presence gives off the idea that he's happy to be there.

And so, Logan makes his descend down the ramp. He hits ringside and slides in underneath the bottom rope with a quickness. Logan climbs the nearest turnbuckle and fixates glaring eyes on the booing crowd, then, both his arms slowly rise above his head. The passion in his eyes refuses to die as he drops his arms back down to his sides and hops off the turnbuckle. "The Struggle Within" fades out leaving Logan to pace the ring.

Zach Davis: And there’s Logan. He hasn’t been around in a little while now, and it’s great to see him back in the ring, even if he is a bit bizarre!

Kyle Steel: Zach, this is the WCF. Who here ISN’T bizarre?

Zach Davis: Oh, I don’t know. For starters, D-Day, Johnny Reb, Jay Williams, or Mr. FPV?

Kyle Steel: Zach. They’re still bizarre. They can absorb punishment in a wrestling ring like many other people can’t. That’s bizarre.

The referee pats Logan down, checking for weapons, and turns to Price to do the same. Price shoves the referee away, and the referee looks at Price, flustered, before administering a warning to him.

Zach Davis: Fine, Kyle. Then at least I’M not bizarre.

Kyle Steel: Please tell me you’re joking. You’re one of the strangest guys here.

Zach Davis: I’m no stranger than you, Kyle. And if you don’t believe me, just ask anyone.

Kyle Steel: Okay, next time I’m talking to Markman, I’ll ask him which of us is the stranger of the two.

An image of a giant clock appears on the jumbotron. 60:00:00 reads in neon green digital letters, showing the sixty minutes that will pass during the upcoming match. The referee separates Price and Logan by a few additional feet from their original separation and closer to their respective corners. He points to the timekeeper, calling for the bell.


The clock begins counting down, the far right columns moving so rapidly they can’t be seen as individual numbers, but they seem to be jumping about five numbers at a time, because of the speed a hundredth of a second is. Price and Logan lock up in the middle of the ring in a classic collar and elbow, and Price is backed into his corner very quickly. Logan hits a stiff right into Price’s gut, and backs out of the corner. Price regains his composure quickly, and pulls himself up to the second rope, sitting on the top. Logan dashes in at Price, but Price gets a boot up and connects with Logan’s jaw. Logan spins a complete 360, but doesn’t go down, and Price connects with a missile dropkick from the second rope as Logan gets back to a position facing Price. Logan goes down, and Price is the first one to his feet.

Zach Davis: And Price is getting the advantage early, it appears. But Kyle, I’m definitely normal. I don’t know what you’re talking about with this “I’m weirder than you” crap.

Kyle Steel: Easy, Zach. I’m not the one trying to convince himself he’s an average Joe... You know what, let’s just drop it. I really want to see how this match plays out.

Logan gets to his feet, but Price wraps his arm around Logan, trying to lock in a half-nelson. Logan manages to block it, and flips Price over onto his back with a hip toss. Logan hits a leg drop across the face and neck of the downed Jay Price, and locking in a modified anaconda vice hold. Price’s face contorts in pain, and for a moment it looks like Price may already have to give Logan a quick one-up, but he starts rocking his body back and forth, and after a moment manages to flip himself over his right hip, and onto his stomach. He uses his abdominal and lower body strength to get himself up to his knees, and Logan backs off a bit before looking at the clock.


Logan wipes his hand across his forehead, which is already developing a coat of sweat, looking frustrated that not even four minutes has passed, and bounds off the ropes, running directly at Price. He swings his leg violently, connecting to Price’s ribcage with something like a toe kick. The force of the kick sends Price flipping over backwards, and he lands with his arms hooked on the second ropes dangling out of the ring, on his ass.

Zach Davis: Apparently I’m wrong, folks. Logan is clearly picking up speed now, and Price already looks to be reeling a bit.

Kyle Steel: Wow, Zach. Did it really take you two minutes to come up with that one? At least you dropped the abnormality thing.

Zach Davis: The what?

Kyle Steel: Never mind.

Logan bounces off the ropes, and dashes straight at Price, who is still mostly limp against the second rope and the ground. Price gets his boot up, and connects with Logan’s knee, and he drops down to that knee, with the other foot still flat on the ground. Price springs to his feet, and swings an elbow into Logan’s face. Logan topples over on his back, and Price climbs to the second rope rope. He takes a quick glance at the clock before hitting a diving leg drop to Logan’s face and neck.


Price sits Logan up, and locks in a sleeper. Logan battles back, but Price wrenches in more and more on the hold. Logan starts fading, and his eyes go shut, his body seemingly limp. The referee gets down on one knee, and lifts Logan’s arm about a foot in the air. He lets go, and Logan’s arm falls, his hand making a loud slap as it impacts with the mat. The referee stands and raises one finger to the crowd. A loud “ONE!” can be heard echoing throughout the stands, as the referee gets back to his one-knee stance.

Zach Davis: And it looks like Logan may be out cold. Could this be a point for Jay Price?

The referee repeats his earlier action with Logan’s arm, and again the thudding noise of his hand and the mat is made. The referee gets to his feet once more, and raises two fingers on each hand. “TWO!” they all scream. And a third time, the referee gets down on one knee, and raises Logan’s arm a foot in the air. It falls rapidly, and...

Life! Logan’s arm stops merely a couple of inches from the mat, and his hand balls up in a fist. Hs swings it beside his head, and it impacts with force on Price’s face. Price draws backwards, releasing the hold, and Logan rolls onto his stomach, before getting to his knees. The two look at each other, and then they both turn briefly to the clock at the same time.


Price gets to his feet first, and Logan does not long afterward, and they lock up in the middle of the ring. Logan locks in a side headlock, and Price gets out of it, sending Logan running across the ring. Logan bounds off the ropes, and Price leapfrogs over him. As Logan bounces off the other ropes, Price lands and waits. As Logan approaches, Price connects with a back kick to Logan’s gut. He spins around, and flips Logan over with an exploder suplex. He goes for a pin, the first of the matchup.

One... Two... Kickout.

Logan kicks out, and Price picks him up. Price glances at the clock as he lifts Logan up for a powerslam.


Logan fights out of the predicament, and lands on his feet, his back to Price. He spins, hitting a big backfist to Price’s jaw, sending him to the ground. Logan sees Price fall limp, and goes for the cover.

One... Two... Thr –Kickout.

Logan gets to his feet, and lifts Price up from his grounded state, directly onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry position. He falls backwards, smashing Price into the ground with a Samoan drop. He goes for another cover.

One... Two... Thr –Kickout.

Logan gets to his feet, and takes a bit of a breather, letting Price get to his feet. He connects with a toe kick to Price’s gut, and does a standing backflip, his foot connecting with Price’s jaw.

Zach Davis: Impact Style from Logan, and Price is on the ground flat.

Kyle Steel: For a while I was enjoying the silence, but you can’t let it last, can you?

Zach Davis: Fine, if you want silence, we can just sit back and watch. That’s fine with me.

After a few moments, Price sits up, and Logan stands directly behind him. He grabs Price by the neck, and pulls him to his feet, locking in a sleeper hold. He leaps in the air, flipping over Price, keeping the hold still intact. Connector! Logan goes for the pin.

One... Two... Three!

Logan 1, Jay Price 0


Logan helps Price to his feet, and locks the sleeper hold back in. He leaps in the air once more, looking to hit the move once more, but Price slips out of the sleeper hold while Logan is in mid flip, and catches him in mid-air in an argentine hold. He drops down onto his ass, and Logan falls down on the ground on his face after flipping over off the argentine backbreaker.

Zach Davis: Well I can’t keep this quiet any more. This match has just too much to talk about. The history between these two; the hatred; the next half an hour plus.

Kyle Steel: Okay then, talk.

Zach Davis: Folks, these two have had an incredible rivalry over the years. Back in December of last year, folks, Price injured Logan severely enough that Logan had to step away, and he had to vacate the World Heavyweight Championship in the process.

Price stands back up, and grabs hold of Logan’s leg. He locks in an Achilles lock, and wrenches back. Logan’s face contorts in pain. Logan starts crawling and reaching for the ropes, but he’s dead center in the ring.

Kyle Steel: And how is that “too much to talk about”? It took you thirty seconds to say that.

Zach Davis: That’s only a part of it. Think back to One, in December two-thousand nine. Jay Price beat Logan in what was one of the greatest matches in WCF history. And I don’t think Logan ever forgave Price for that.

Kyle Steel: So in other words... Logan’s out for revenge?

Zach Davis: Exactly.

Logan keeps crawling toward the ropes, inching his way closer and closer to the ropes, his face still a mixture of a grimace and an open-mouthed scream from the pain. He gets within a few inches of the ropes, and Price releases the hold, dragging Logan back to the center of the ring, still holding the leg. As he goes to reapply the hold, Logan uses his free leg to shove Price away, and he stumbles back into the turnbuckle. Logan gets to one knee, and pushes himself up using his flat-footed leg. Price regains his composure, climbs to the second rope, and glances at the clock before turning back toward Logan.


As Logan gets to his feet, Price leaps, nailing a missile dropkick from the second rope. Logan falls flat on his back, and Price picks him back up to his feet right away. He kicks Logan in the gut, bending him over, and spins around to where his back it to Logan. He underhooks both arms, spins around, and lifts Logan up on his back, upside down. Kiladelphia Driver! Price goes for the pin.

One... Two... Three!

Logan 1, Jay Price 1


Logan slowly makes it to his feet, and Price wastes no time going back on the offense. He hits a toe kick to Logan’s gut, and goes running, bounds off the rope, and hits a leaping single-knee facebuster. Busted Grill! The pin.

One... Two... Three –No!

Price rolls back on his knees, and a double facepalm ensues as his eyes widen in disbelief. He goes for another pin.

One... Two... –No!

Fully annoyed that he isn’t ahead, Price gets to his feet, and lifts Logan to his feet as well. He lifts Logan onto his shoulders, but Logan fights out of it. Logan lands on his feet, and spins Price around, hitting a superkick as Price tries to gather his bearings. He goes down, and Logan goes for the cover.

One... Two... –No!

Facepalm by Logan, still not sure whether the referee was counting too slow or not. He gets to his feet, and climbs to the top rope. As Price gets to his feet, Logan hits a diving spear that shakes the ring on impact with the ground. Logan with another cover.

One... Two... Thr –No!

Price somehow kicks out, and Logan is shocked. He falls backwards onto his back, and catches his breath, as the referee begins his ten-count.

One... Two... Three... Four...

Logan gets to his knees, and Price begins stirring.

Five... Six...

Logan gets one foot flat on the ground, and Price gets to his knees.

Seven... Eight... Nine...

Logan gets his feet flat, and stands up. Price gets to one knee, and grabs hold of the bottom rope to pull himself up. They lock up, and Logan gets backed into the ropes. He knees Price in the gut, and suplexes him over the top rope and down to the floor below. Logan looks up at the clock.


He dashes across the ring at the far ropes, deflects off of them, and dives through the ropes, crashing down on top of Price. Both wrestlers go down, and the referee begins his ten-count as the two lay flat outside the ring.

One... Two...

Logan manages to get to his knees, and Price rolls over on his stomach.

Three... Four...

Logan gets to his feet, and Price gets to his knees.


Logan grabs hold of Price, and picks him up.


Logan whips Price toward the ring steps.


Price reverses, and throws Logan into the ring steps.


Price hits a boot across Logan’s face.


Price rolls under the bottom rope into the ring.


The referee counts Logan out, and calls for the clock to be stopped until he gets back in.

Jay Price 2, Logan 1


Kyle Steel: So how’s that “revenge” working out so far, Zach?

Zach Davis: Well, um... Not so good! Logan’s still got plenty of time left to make a comeback, but he’s not looking too good out there.

Logan regains his senses, makes it to his feet, and slides under the bottom rope. The referee has the clock restarted, and Logan and Price lock up in mid-ring. Logan knees Price in the gut, hits a European uppercut, and hits Price with a belly-to-belly suplex.

Zach Davis: Scratch that- Logan still has some fight in him.

Kyle Steel: Looks like it, but he still has to get another pin on Price.

Logan picks Price up by the neck, and locks in a full nelson, shaking Price from side to side for added pressure. Price falls to his knees, and his arms go limp, but he keeps fighting. The ref looks at the clock a moment, and Price notices, taking the opportunity to hit Logan with a low blow, using the heel of his boot.


Logan releases the hold immediately as he topples over in pain from the low blow. Price goes for a cover.

One... Two... Three –No!

Logan kicks out, but just barely. Price screams at the ref, “THAT WAS THREE! MOTHER FUCKER! THAT WAS THREE!” The ref shakes his head, and Price flips him off with both hands. The referee starts yelling at Price a number of warnings about his actions, language, and illegal move usage.

Zach Davis: What is he doing? Jay Price is acting like an idiot! The referee saw it, I saw it, and the entire arena saw it- that wasn’t three.

Kyle Steel: Well apparently he didn’t, Zach. He thinks it was three!

While Price is arguing with the referee, Logan makes it back to his feet. He rolls Price up in a schoolboy, and pins him down.

Zach Davis: Logan with the schoolboy pin! This could put him right back In this if it works!

One... Two... Three!

Jay Price 2, Logan 2


Logan backs off a bit, while Price gets to his feet. Logan then re-engages him, and locks him in an abdominal stretch. Price fights back, and in no time at all, sends Logan over him with a hip toss. Logan rolls through, and gets to his feet quickly. Price bolts at him in a sprint, and Logan lifts him up, looking to power him down in a spinebuster. Price reverses it in mid-air, and locks in the guillotine choke on Logan. Logan fights it, and struggles, and even manages to lift Price a bit off the ground, before smashing him back down. Price reels from it, and releases the hold. Logan gets to his feet first, and checks the clock.


He picks Price up off the ground, and onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry position. Price gets a thumb in Logan’s eye, and lands on his feet. Price sends Logan flying overhead with a release German suplex. Price checks the clock.


A sense of urgency starts into Price’s actions, as he quickly grabs hold of Logan by the back of the neck, and picks him up off the ground. He sends him overhead in a fisherman suplex style, but freezes in a vertical position, Logan upside-down above him. He pauses for a moment, before planting Logan face-first with a brainbuster. He goes for the cover.

One... Two... Thr –No!

Logan digs deep and powers out, and Price is in disbelief that Logan still has that much left in the tank. He plants his feet on the mat, and lifts Logan to his feet once more. He sends him overhead with a snap suplex, holds on to Logan, rolls along the mat, and flips him over with a second snap suplex. He holds on again, and lifts Logan up. He lets go for not more than a second, repositioning himself, and plants Logan with a Northern Lights suplex. Price keeps the bridge from the suplex for a cover.

One... Two... Three –No!

The crowd gives a slight pop, indicating a preference to Logan, and Price raises both middle fingers to the crowd as he gets to his feet. With Price’s back turned, Logan kips up, a surprise, considering the larger size the man has, and plants Price on the mat with a one-handed bulldog. He looks up at the clock.


Logan realizes that time is off the essence, and grabs hold of Price’s legs, before locking in the Loganshooter, his modified sharpshooter, wanting a submission. Price claws for the ropes, his face showing the sheer torture the hold is putting on him this late in the match, but nonetheless, he keeps crawling toward the ropes. He gets within a foot. Within a hand. Within a fingertip. But Logan drags him back to the center of the ring, keeping the hold intact.

Zach Davis: Oh, so close! But Logan brings him back to the middle of the ring, and that much farther from his goal.

Kyle Steel: And Price is in so much pain right now. I can feel it over here, and I’m not even in the match! The look on his face and the screams from his mouth tell it all.

He claws toward the ropes again, inching his way ever closer to the ropes.

A voice comes over the speaker system. “We have entered the final ten minutes! The remainder of this match will be contested under no disqualifications rules!”

Logan releases the hold, and rolls out of the ring. He flips the ring apron up, and pulls out a steel chair, which he rolls into the ring. He throws the ring apron back into place, slides under the bottom rope, and sets the chair up in a position on which one could sit in it in the middle of the ring, and lifts Price to his feet. He locks in a sleeper hold, and leaps in the air, looking for the Connector. Price gets out of the hold, and Logan goes crashing into the chair head-first, and goes flat on the canvas.

Kyle Steel: And Logan crashes and burns. This is not looking good for him now.

Zach Davis: No kidding, Kyle. Price is going to get something under the ring. Is that a... Oh my god! He’s got a baseball bat... Wrapped with Barbed Wire!

Price slides back into the ring with a barbed wire wrapped Louisville Slugger, and smashes it across Logan’s chest and abdomen, slicing open several nicks in the skin along the way. Logan sits up, trying to null the pain, and Price kneels, before scraping the barbed wire across Logan’s face and forehead. Price tosses the bat out of the ring, and lifts Logan to his feet. Price stands with his back to Logan, and underhooks both arms. Price spins around, and lifts Logan into the air, upside down on Price’s back still both arms underhooked.

Kyle Steel: Oh my god! The Kiladelphia Driver! And Price with the cover!

One... Two... Three!

Jay Price 3, Logan 2

07: 17: 32

Zach Davis: And one has to like Price’s odds now. It looks like Logan is going to come up short here.

Price stands up, and taunts the crowd, raising his arms in the air, pointing to himself. Logan gets to his feet, and grabs the chair that, although has a dent in it, is still sitting in the ring. He smashes it across Price’s back, and lays it flat on the ground as Price reels from the shot. He grabs Price, spins him around, and hits a belly-to-belly suplex onto the chair. Price’s shoulder blades move closer to one another, and he roars in pain. Logan goes for the cover, the blood starting to flow faster from his forehead and chest.

One... Two... Thr –No!

Logan is shocked, but he gets to his feet quickly. He grabs Price, picks him up, and lifts him in the air in a hanging suplex position. Brainbuster onto the chair! And Price’s forehead is bleeding! Logan pins.

One... Two... Three!

Jay Price 3, Logan 3


Zach Davis: All tied up! And under three minutes to go! Both competitors are bleeding. And sixty minutes of fighting all comes down to this!

Kyle Steel: The fans are going apeshit crazy! There isn’t a single ass still seated in this entire arena! And I don’t blame them! Who’s gonna win this one is anybody’s guess now!

Price and Logan lock up in the middle of the ring, and Price whips Logan into the ropes. He rebounds, and Price catches him with a double leg takedown. Logan’s head smacks face-first into the steel chair, and the blood starts gushing from his head even faster. The mat under him begins staining red from the blood, and Price looks to capitalize. He rolls Logan over on his back, mounts him, and starts throwing lefts and rights to Logan’s face, and after a dozen or so punches, he goes for a pin.

One... Two... Three –No!

Nobody in the entire arena, not even Logan, could tell you how he kicked out of that; his entire head is now a crimson color, and the front half of his body is of a similar shade, and his vision is mostly blocked by the blood, and Jay Price doesn’t stop to ask questions. He lifts Logan back to his feet, and whips him into the ropes once more. On the rebound, Logan catches him, and spins him around, and slams him with a belly-to-belly suplex.

A voice comes over the speaker system. “One minute remaining!”

Logan gets frantic, and lifts Price up. He lifts him into a vertical suplex position, and looks to smash Price into the canvas with a brainbuster. Price counters, and hits a swinging DDT on Logan. He lifts him up, and faces away from Logan, underhooking both arms. He spins around, and flips him over with the Kiladelphia Driver! The pin.

One... Two... Three –No!

Zach Davis: Are you kidding me? Are You Kidding Me? LOGAN KICKS OUT!

Kyle Steel: I don’t believe it! Price can’t believe it! The fans can’t believe it! And the roars from the stands are audible all the way back in Logan’s own Chesapeake, Virginia, folks!

Price gets to his feet, and wipes his head with his hands, only smearing blood back across his scalp. He turns his back to Logan, and searches for one last surge of energy. But so does Logan! He gets to his feet while Price’s back is turned!


Logan wraps his arm around Price’s neck!


Logan gets the sleeper locked in!


Logan leaps in the air!


Logan flips himself over Price!


He’s still got the hold intact!




The Pin!


The one...


The two...


Three! Logan gets the pin!

Logan 4, Jay Price 3


A loud buzzer sounds through the speakers, signaling the end of the match. Logan stands himself up the best he can, his body shaking and dizzy from the blood loss, and climbs to the second turnbuckle. He raises his arms in the air, a wide grin on his face. Price lays motionless on the canvas, and as Logan makes his way to the back, Doctors come rushing to the ring, and start strapping Jay Price onto the stretcher. When they finish, they carry him out, and the Jumbo-Tron shows a camera view of them carrying Price to an ambulance, and the ambulance roars away from the curb once Price is inside.

Zach Davis: That could be one of the final images we ever see... of Jay Price.

Kyle Steel: Let's take a quick time out to advertise Monday Night Slam in three days!


The screen lights up as the lights go out.


Logan is confused... The crowd is confused.. The announcers are confused..

"See you soon."

The lights go out..

Zach Davis: What the hell?

Kyle Steel: I have no idea?

Mark Markman Talks About Criminals


Mark Markman: Excuse me! It's come to my attention that Wrestling Championship Federation has been viewed by millions around the world..


Mark Markman: Let me finish! Millions of people, yes, but paying customers? No! THESE PEOPLE ARE STREAMING THIS PAY PER VIEW ILLEGALLY! THIS HAS TO STOP! THEY ARE CRIMINALS!


Mark Markman: It's been brought to my attention that some people out there are downloading our events and pay per views from torrents and aren't even paying for them! THEY'RE LOW LIFE CRIMINALS AND ARE NOT WORTH ANYONES TIME!


Mark Markman: If you know anyone that is streaming this PPV right now, you tell them to stop, and I swear to god you miserable criminals, I'm going to find you and I'm going to hurt you bad! REAL bad!


Mark Markman: Enjoy the rest of the show... except you CRIMINALS.. who never pay for anything! Movies, music, and our pay per views! YOU GUYS ARE CRIMINALS! UGH! Turn this damn thing off!

Screen goes black.

Zach Davis: Awkwwaaardd..

Kyle Steel: And let's get back to the action..


Zach Davis: Can you believe how crazy this night has been, Kyle!? I mean holy hell!

Kyle Steel: You got that right, Zach! I know the phrase “epic” gets thrown around pretty loosely these days but, TONIGHT HAS BEEEN EEEEEPIC!

Zach Davis: And we’ve got another wild fight coming up next! The phenomenal Phillip Baines is facing off against the one and only, Greenfever!

Kyle Steel: In a Flatliner Match! A match that literally requires murder! One of these men are going to die tonight, Zach! Is this what our beloved sport has come to!?

The lights drop as "Run Rabbit Run" by Rob Zombie begins over the P.A. system. "Huntin' Humans? Ain't nuthin but nuthin'.They all run like scared little rabbits.Run rabbit run. RUN RABBIT RUN!" The aggressive drums kick in and Greenfever emerges from the darkness. His face and hands are smeared with blood. The crowd is incited into a screaming mob. The audience begins to throwing garbage down at him as he makes his way to the ring.

Zach Davis: Greenfever looks especially bloody and greasy tonight, Kyle.

Kyle Steel: He looks like a freakin’ bloodthirsty murderer. He’s in his zone.

The eerie opening strains of "Exiles" by Therapy? fill the arena as the lighting goes wonky. A major pyrotechnics explosion occurs at the entrance ramp followed by the drums and bass kicking in on the song, and now the lighting is really tripping out. Phillip Baines appears at the top of the ramp. He’s greeted by a loud cheer from the crowd and a fancy display of sparkly pyro. He raises his arms in salute to the fans and then he makes his way down to the ring, slapping hands with the fans along the way.

Crowd: Baines! Baines! Baines!

Zach Davis: Phillip looks focused and pumped. This crowd is really giving up for him!

Kyle Steel: Baines has taken the WcF by storm! He came out of nowhere and smashed his way to the top of the company by winning the WcF Classic Tournament! Now, he’s got a ticket to the World Championship title!

Zach Davis: He’s already scored an impressive win over Greenfever in the first round of the WcF Classic but, tonight the ante has been upped big-time! The stakes couldn’t be higher!

Kyle Steel: Oh here comes the medical team! At least there’s that.

The medical team trots out and occupies an empty table near the ring.

Zach Davis: There’s also an ambulance cranked up back stage, just in case.

Kyle Steel: It looks like Stan Moser is as ready as he’ll ever be. Both men are ready aaaand...


Kyle Steel: There’s the bell!

Greenfever meets Baines in the center of the ring. They stare each other down. Greenfever spits at Baines but, Baines dodges it artfully and catches the bloody aggot in his hand. He bitch-slaps Greenfever, smearing the disgusting spit onto his face. Baines rocks Greenfever’s head back with a stiff elbow.

Zach Davis: Holy smokes! That was brutal!

Crowd: Baines! Baines! Baines!

Baines spins quickly with a Roaring-elbow but, Greenfever ducks it. Fever parries with a fast uppercut and left cross. Baines is sent back slightly. Trickles of blood begin dripping down Phillip’s face.

Zach Davis: I think Greenfever taped razors to his fists! Holy Crap!

Greenfever fires a kick into Baines’ chest, but is thoroughly blocked on the remainder of his combo. Baines launches a beautiful Capoeira kick and Greenfever blocks it. Greenfever spits in Baines’ face and follows it up with a thunderous b*tchslap.

Crowd: Boo! Greenfever sucks!

Zach Davis: Baines sure as hell didn’t like that! HoHoo! Look out! Baines is unleashing on Greenfever!

Baines socks Greenfever in the face over and over. Fever manages to block a few of the haymakers but, its not enough. Baines yells as he spins a devastating Roaring Elbow into Greenfever’s ear. Greenfever collapses. Baines moves to stomp him but, Greenfever rolls out of the ring.

Kyle Steel: Greenfever needed to get out there! Baines was swinging for the fences!

Zach Davis: Looks like Greenfever’s going for an equalizer!

Greenfever shoves a child from a seat in the front row. He yanks the steel chair up and folds it closed.

Kyle Steel: Baines springboards onto the top rope! Baines is airbourne!

Greenfever is destroyed by Baines’ Missle Dropkick!

Zach Davis: That kick slammed Fever up against the steel guardrail!

Phillip lifts Greenfever and powers him down with a Snap Spinebuster!

Crowd: Baines rules! Woo!

Kyle Steel: Baines is waving the crowd away from the guardrail!

Baines lifts Greenfever and Cobra Clutch Suplexes him onto the steel rail!

Zach Davis: Greenfever may have just been broken in half! He’s not moving!

Philip picks himself up as Moser reaches in and feels for Greenfever’s pulse.

Moser gives a thumbs up, indicating that Greenfever still has a pulse and is still in the match. Greenfever’s eyes whip open and he grabs Moser by the throat. Baines reaches down and picks up the steel chair.

Kyle Steel: My boy, Moser’s in trouble! Get outa there, Stan!

Moser manages to wriggle free from Greenfever just as Baines slams the chair down.

Zach Davis: Greenfever kicked the chair into Baines face!

Kyle Steel: Greenfever is back to his feet!

Fever claws Phillip in the face and yanks the chair away from him. Greenfever blasts Baines with the steel. Baines stumbles back. Greenfever runs and jumps, spiking the seat of the chair down onto Baines’ head. Phillip stumbles but doesn’t fall. Greenfever slaps him with the chair for a third time.

Zach Davis: Baines won’t go down!

Greenfever kicks himself up onto the guardrail. He leaps and spikes the chair down violently. Baines collapses under the impact.

Kyle Steel: He broke the steel chair over Baines’ head!

Zach Davis: Baines isn’t moving! He may be out cold!

Moser pushes past Greenfever and checks Baines’ pulse.

Moser gives the thumbs up and scurries out of the line of fire.

Greenfever kneels and claps a two handed choke onto Baines. Phillip shakes back to consciousness peppers Greenfever’s face with punches. Baines drags Greenfever over and locks on a Triangle choke. Greenfever struggles against it.

Zach Davis: Greenfever may be waning! This could be it!

Moser hovers near them, waiting for Fever to pass-out.

Crowd: Baines! Baines! Baines!

Greenfever manages to shove some of the shrapnel from the steel chair into Baines’ thigh! Phillip releases the hold and clutches at the wound.

Kyle Steel: Greenfever just stabbed that jagged metal into Baines’ leg! He’s bleeding like crazy!

Greenfever makes it to his feet. Baines pulls the shredded steel from his leg and pushes himself back up to his feet. Baines and Greenfever stare each other down. Baines slings the metal down onto the concrete floor and raises up his fighting stance.

Crowd: Baines! Baines! Baines!

Greenfever follows suit and lifts his fists. Baines rockets a lariat at Greenfever and Greenfever ducks it. Baines deftly spins and decks Fever with a spinning back-fist. Phillip follows it up with an Implant DDT! Baines lifts Greenfever and whips him into the guardrail, but Greenfever manages to kick himself up on them and rebound with a strong back elbow into the charging Baines. Greenfever unhooks the length of chain from his belt-loop and whips Baines across the back with it.

Crowd: Ooh!

Zach Davis: Oh Shizzle! Greenfever is whipping the hell out of Baines with that chain!

Greenfever leaps onto Baines’ back and loops the length of chain around his neck. Baines spins and claws at his neck, trying to escape. Baines lunges forwad, ripping Greenfever off his back and over his head. Greenfever lands on his neck grotesquely. The chain skitters under the ring. Baines rubs his neck in anger before yanking a stack of tables out from under the ring.

Kyle Steel: Phillip has had enough!

Zach Davis: He’s got one set up between the ring apron and the steel guardrail and another propped up against the ring-post!

Baines slips under the table and lifts Greenfever. He shoves Greenfever into the ring. Baines slings a third table into the ring next to the reeling Greenfever.

Crowd: Phillip Baines! *Clap!Clap!Stomp!Stomp!* Phillip Baines! *Clap!Clap!Stomp!Stomp!*

Baines leans the table into the turnbuckle and lifts Greenfever. Greenfever lands a stiff shot to Baines’ abdomen, then another. Fever follows it up with a kick to Baines’ chest but, Phillip catches it. Baines cinches Greenfever in and suplexes him through the table in the corner.

The crowd erupts!

Zach Davis: Capture suplex through a table!

Kyle Steel: Baines isn’t finished! Is that lighter fluid!?

Baines goes to spray the table set up just outside the ring but, he stops. He shakes his head. He turns back to the crumpled Greenfever.

Zach Davis: Baines is soaking Greenfever with lighter fluid! No! He couldn’t!

Baines pulls a zippo lighter from his tights. He flicks it open and lit in one fluid motion.

Kyle Steel: Oh my God! He’s really doing it! He’s gonna set Greenfever on fiiiiire!

Baines tosses the flame at the downed and highly flammable Greenfever.

The crowd collectively gasps.

Zach Davis: Greenfever caught it! He caught it and closed it! Impossible!

Greenfever lifts himself out of remnants of the exploded table.

The crowd is stunned into muttered silence.

Greenfever slings the zippo into the crowded mass of fans. Baines shakes his head in angry disbelief and charges. Phillip kicks Fever back into the turnbuckle and springboards off the adjacent top rope.

Zach Davis: Was that the new Bamboo Banga!? Baines just devastated Greenfever with a springboard roundhouse kick! Greenfever is totally out of it!

Kyle Steel: I’m shitting my pants!

Baines lifts Greenfever onto the top rope! He points down at the table down on the floor before lifting Greenfever.

Zach Davis: Halcyon Daze off the top rope aaaaaaand through a taaaaable! This crowd is deafening!

Baines shoves himself up to his feet and soaks in the crowd’s cheers.

Stan Moser slides in and checks Greenfever’s pulse.

He pauses.

He finally flashes a thumbs up.

Kyle Steel: Looked like Moser had a hard time finding a pulse that time around! Baines needs to finish the job!

Baines yanks Greenfever over and clamps a two handed choke onto him. Greenfever struggles against it to little avail. Baines sees Greenfever pull a pouch from his boot.

Zach Davis: Greenfever has something. Oh, God I hope that’s not what I think it is!

Kyle Steel: Is that a syringe!?

Baines releases the choke and grabs Greenfever’s arm before he can inject him with the bleach. Greenfever rolls Baines onto his back and directs the syringe at Baines’s neck. Phillip’s arms shake as he struggles against all of Greenfever’s weight. Greenfever roars in Phillips face. Baines roars right back.

Greenfever spikes a knee into Baines’ crotch viciously. In that same instant, the needle of the syringe stabs into Baines’ neck. Miraculously, Baines manages to grab Greenfevers hand before he can depress the plunger of the syringe. Baines shoves Greenfever back which pulls the needle safely from his neck.

Zach Davis: Baines fought him off! Greenfever stabbed a syringe full of bleach in his neck and Baines fought him off before he could inject it!

Baines twists Greenfever’s hand sharply backward. The bones in Greenfever’s hand snap loudly as they splinter under his skin. Baines turns the syringe, still clamped in Greenfever’s hand, and shoves it into Greenfever’s left eye. The long needle pierces Greenfever’s brain. Greenfever roars in agony as Baines forces the plunger down, flooding Fever’s bloodstream with the poison.

Zach Davis: Oh. Jesus.

Baines heaves his bellowing enemy off his chest. Greenfever convulses on the mat. He vomits white foam. Baines gets to his feet and watches Greenfever flail in the throes of a gruesome death. The crowd is whisper quiet.

Kyle Steel: This is just wrong. I can’t watch this.

Greenfever clenches in one last shuddering seizure. His breathing chops twice. Greenfever exhales in final resignation.

Stan Moser slides in and presses his hand to Greenfever’s neck.

He pauses.

Moser shakes his head.

Stan Moser: That’s it!

Zach Davis: I don’t know what exactly to say.


Kyle Steel: Damn. This is bad. Baines won and that’s fantastic and all but, this, this is just really messed up.

Moser shouts at the medical team and they clamor over to Greenfever. Baines and the thousands in attendance watch as the medical team tries in vain to resuscitate Greenfever. They pump on his chest and give him mouth-to-mouth. They rip open his shirt and press the paddles onto his chest. It surges and Greenfever’s muscles tense artificially. The lead medic checks Greenfever’s pulse. He shakes his head and mouths the words “He’s dead.”

Moser raises Baines’ arm in victory.

Greenfever is wheeled up the ramp under a white sheet.

The crowd begins a slow clap. Within moments, everyone in the audience is clapping for Baines.

Zach Davis: This is just awful. I... I mean Greenfever deserved it if anyone did and I’m so proud of Phillip but, I just can’t handle this right now.

Kyle Steel: Baines is the real deal. He’s done this company, hell this planet, a big ass favor. Greenfever was a murdering pile of crap. He deserved to die. He brought it on himself.

Kyle Steel stands and claps with the audience.


Zach Davis: Ladies and gentlemen, we have had a blast here tonight, so far and we have two more matches to get to!!

Kyle Steel: You are absolutely right there, Zach! Coming up, we are going to have the much anticipated Falls count anywhere match for the WCF World Heavyweight Championship and the Ultraviolent ladder Match for the WCF Television Championship with Jason Kash, champion defending it against Creeping Death.!

Zach Davis: Both matches are going to be worth the price of admittance. Talking about the World title match-up, it's a good possibility, that we could see Jay Williams and Oblivion fighting somewhere in the middle of God knows where, in some field.

Kyle Steel: Or they could end up at the Water Utility plant just up the street.

Zach Davis: Out here in Iowa, both of them could end up being upducted by aliens.

Hank Brown is standing near the top of the entrance ramp.

Hank Brown: Right now, I would like to introduce the challenger for tonight's World Championship match-up....OBLI-I-IVI-I-O-ON!!

In the name of God by Slayer begins to play and the crowd erupts. Oblivion slowly slinks out from behind the curtains, with one half of the WCF World Tag Team Championships on his right shoulder. Oblivion grabs the tag title in his right hand and thrusts out his arms, to his side as pyro explodes. The Dark One walks over to Hank Brown. The Monster looks down at Hank Brown.

Hank Brown: Tonight, Oblivion you are about to face off against Dynamite Jay Williams for the WCF World Heavyweight Championship. Any last words.

Oblivion glares down at the diminutive Hank Brown, which causes Hank to slowly back up in fear. Oblivion just pushes Hank away, as IT grabs the mic away from hank.

Oblivion: Listen up, Des Moines!!

There is a very loud mixed reaction from the crowd. There is an discrepancy between the amount of boos and cheers for Oblivion.

Oblivion: Better yet....JAY "F*CKIN'" WILLIAMS, you're the one who needs to listen up!! Just here in a few short minutes, you are about to get the beating of a lifetime!! You are standing in Oblivion's way of IT's destiny. That word has been thrown around lately. Oblivion is no ordinary joe-blow like some of these so called "ham and eggers". These so called wrestlers who won't last no more than a few weeks here. Oblivion is what you may almost call an ICON around here in WCF!! That's why this championship victory is so-o-o important!! Another World Title Victory will put Oblivion in the apex of the all time greats in WCF history. Look what Oblivion has done here in WCF. But, that will not happen, unless Oblivion defeats Jay Williams first! Jay Williams!! Prepare to get tossed from corner to another, here at Water Works. Oblivion wants that World Title and IT will get it!! If you don't like that.... YOU CAN....

The crowd screams along with Oblivion....

Oblivion/The crowd: CHOKE.... ON.... THAT!!!

The lights go out. In the name of God by Slayer begins to play, as the thunderous combination of the guitars, bass, and drums explode through the arena's speakers.

I want to Invite you Welcome you
To my hate To my scorn To myself
Saturate you Infest you Betray you
Stimulate you So eager for my lies
For my lies... Lies
Lies in the name of God

There are a mixture of cheers and boos, more cheers than boos. The crowd stands onto their feet and rush towards the security railings. Oblivion slowly slinks out to the entrance stage, low to the ground. The crowd at Water Works explodes with cheers and some boos. Oblivion has it's arms extended outward, with it's index fingers pointing out. The Vixen are nearly undressed, as they come slithering out and walks next to Oblivion. The Vixen are dressed with bra-like bikini tops, with very short skirts. They have glitter plastered everywhere. Their makeup is smeared, but maintained to be very attractive. They are wearing fishnet stickings, with gaters holding them up. All of the Vixen, including Melissa, walk with a strut and a bounceThe guitar solo begins, lazers flash throughout the arena. Thunder-like sounds rattle the arena, as lighting strike-like sounds shake the foundation of the West Virginia University Coliseum. The music continues to thrash as The Vixen are divided in two groups. As, one group are twirling around with the insanity of the music, while the other group, of The Vixen are thrashing with the music. Their energy has the Coliseum going completely crazy! Oblivion slowly stands up, with it's arms extended outward, spins around. Oblivion, The Vixen, and The Gathering get to ringside. As IT pops IT's neck, Oblivion holds IT's arms outward. The Vixen rub their hands all over Oblivion's well sculpted abdominal muscles. A couple of girls begin to french kiss. The Gathering continues to slink around, tormenting the crowd, nearby. Oblivion proceeds to slide under the ring ropes and is walking over to a corner. The half naked women slide into the ring, in various sexual manners. Oblivion climbs up to the second turnbuckle and is raising IT's arms to an mostly cheering crowd. Oblivion jumps down and walks over to the center of the ring. The Gathering slithers away under the ring, with blood on their hands. Several thousand cameras flash throughout the arena, as Oblivion strikes a muscular pose, with The Vixen rubbing all over Oblivion. All of the women, of The Vixen, begin to kiss. The Gathering peak, from under the ring, as they begin to snarl and bark, while white foam drips out of their mouths.


Zach Davis: The challenger looks great and ready for a great match!!

Kyle Steel: Oblivion sure does!! This match will be one that people will be talking about, for a long time!!

Zach Davis: Here comes the champion....

The lights immediately go out now inside the arena. Everybody officially goes ape crazy, because some know who it is, and the rest...well, they like when lights go out. They think it's cool, you know. Then...


Megadeth's cover of the Duke Nukem theme kicks on the PA system as white smoke fills the entrance ramp. It's to the point where the white spotlights are strobing to the beat of the song. Out of the entrance, with the strobelights are going mad as out from the white smoke, is Jay Williams, his wife Amy in tow, hoodie on over his ring gear as he gives off a wicked smile to the crowd, walking slowly to the ring. He runs up the ring steps now and perches himself on top of the nearest turnbuckle, like a hawk ready to strike, as he unzips his hoodie to reveal the WCF World Championship around his waist. He keeps smiling to the crowd as he takes the time to sit on the top turnbuckle, looking at whoever's in the ring with him as he takes off his hoodie, setting it near Amy and throwing his shirt into the crowd for a lucky fan, as he jumps off, and unlatches his belt......

Oblivion charges Jay williams, knocking the champion down. Williams drops the championship,

Kyle Steel: ....Game on.


Zach Davis: Let's get this match start.....

As the champion falls, to the mat, the belt falls out of the ring. Oblivion continues to pummel the champion down to the mat. Williams is forced against the bottom turnbuckle. Oblivion thrashes Dynamite with thunderous punches and explosive knees.

Kyle Steel: Ou-u-u!! Oblivion just nailed the champion with a nasty knee to the side of the head.

The crowd is on their feet as Oblivion begins to stomp down on Williams. The challenger pushes the champion with his massive feet, out of the ring. Williams hits ringside hard. Oblivion follows behind him. As Oblivion leaves the ring, Williams leaps up and hits his challenger with a spinning heel kick, to the side of Oblivion's hideous mask. That drops the big monster to one knee. Williams takes this opportunity to run up onto the ring apron and run to the corner of the ring.

Zach Davis: The champion waits....

Williams waits for Oblivion to stand. Oblivion stands up, as the champion flies down the ring apron and....


Kyle Steel: Running flying front kick!!

That kick knocks the challenger down. Williams see another perfect opportunity, to climb up to a top turnbuckle. Oblivion stands and his back towards Jay Williams. The Monster slowly turns around, Williams screams out....

Jay Williams: GTFO!!!!

The crowd near the ringside barrier moves out of the way. Williams leaps off the top turnbuckle with a somersault plancha dive.

Zach Davis: It's the GTFO!!

Williams flies into the air as Oblivion stares at somersaulting and diving Williams....


The crowd: OH MY GO-O-ODD-D-D!!!

Kyle Steel: Oblivion moved out of the way and guided him into the steel ringside barriers!

Oblivion grabs a ringside cable and begins to choke the champion. Jay Williams is flailing around, as Oblivion is howling out with horrific screech. With the cable around Williams' throat....

Zach Davis: Oblivion is dragging the champion to the ringside steps!!

Grabbing ahold the cable, the challenger slams the champion's head onto the steel steps....

The crowd: ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! FOUR!!!! FI-....

Williams stops the possible fifth head slam onto the ring steps and elbows the challenger in his well sculpted mid-section.

Kyle Steel: And now the champion is choking the challenger with that same cable.

Oblivion is now flailing around, grasping for air. Dynamite Williams is pounding down onto Oblivion's head, while still choking the challenger. Williams releases the cable and grabs Oblivion and the both are dragging each other near the entrance ramp. Williams knees the challenger and....


Zach Davis: The champion nailed Oblivion with a spinning neckbreakeer.

Williams bolts towards the ring, but stops and turns around. He sees Oblivion slowly getting to his knees. The champion is slightly squating down, while motioning with his right hand. He is mouthing the words... "GET UP!! GET UP!!" The champion sees his perfect chance to bolt towards him....


Oblivion catches the champion off guard with a back body drop. The challenger grabs the champion....


Kyle Steel: DDT!!

Oblivion goes for the pin, as Stanley Moser slides into position...

The crowd: ONE!

The crowd: TWO!!

The crowd: THR-.... NO-O-O... KICKOUT!!!

Oblivion grabs for Williams....


Williams hits Oblivion with a back fist. The challenger buckles over....



Williams quickly walks up the ramp and gets behind a standing Oblivion....


The entrance ramp shakes as the champion hits Oblivion with a German suplex!! williams positions himself several feet away, as Oblivion begins to stand. Willaims runs towards Oblivion, but decides to roll with a somersault and...


Kyle Steel: Williams hits his challenger with a rolling clothesline.

Williams grabs Oblivion....



Oblivion charges Williams and clobbers him with a running double fist to the face. The champion collapses to the metal entrance ramp. Oblivion begins to drag the champion, by the hair, towards the top of the ramp. Oblivion begins to stomp down onto an half-blinded champion.

The crowd: S! T! O! M! P!

Kyle Steel: Survive Treachery Overcome Monstrous Psychopaths!!!

Oblivion picks the champion....


The challenger hits the champion with a tilt-whirl backbreaker. But, Oblivion keeps the champion across his knee, as the demented monster put pressure across the champion's back. The referee checks on Williams. Oblivion screams at the referee...

Oblivion: ASK HIM!!!

Stanley Moser: Williams you wanna call it a night?!

Jay Williams: no. NO. NO-O-O!! HELL NO-O-O-O-O!!!!

Williams quickly raises his right leg and clocks the challenger on the side of IT'a head. Oblivion drops Williams, but the champion quickly gets up and charges his challenger.....


Zach Davis: I think Oblivion just broke Williams' nose with that massive boot to the face!!!

Oblivion grabs Williams...

Zach Davis: Williams' nose is bleeding bad!!

Kyle Steel: Looks like the champion's nose might be broken!!

Oblivion grabs the champion in a suplex position and proceeds to pick him up...

The crowd: NO-O-O-O!!!

Jay Williams uses the reversal momentum and nails Oblivion with a devastating ddt on the steel entrance stage. Williams goes for the pin....

The crowd: ONE!!

The crowd: TWO!!

The crowd: THREE-....NO-O-O-O!!! KICKOUT!!!

Williams kneels beside Oblivion, with a look of shock!! Williams grabs the big man...

Zach Davis: Looks like another ddt!

With a hold of Oblivion's head, the champion spins around with a twist tornado ddt....


The crowd gasps!!

Kyle Steel: OH MY GOD!!!!! The world champion attempts a twisting tornado ddt, but instead of planting Oblivion's head onto the steel, they end up off the stage.

Zach Davis: Don't know if that was intentional, but that is an afterthought now. Lucky for both of them, both of them land onto something, looks like multiple cables and extra padding.

Kyle Steel: They both landed hard and are not moving!!

The crowd: THAT WAS AWESOME!!! <clap-clap!!> <clap-clap-clap!!> THAT WAS AWESOME!!! <clap-clap!!> <clap-clap-clap!!> THAT WAS AWESOME!!! <clap-clap!!> <clap-clap-clap!!>

Both wrestlers are laying motionless!! The crowd are on their feets, as there is a hush in the air. the crowd is holding their breaths.

Zach Davis: WCF Senior referee Stanley Moser begins a ten count!!





Both men begin to slowly move.



While tangled in the large black cables both men slowly get to their knees.


Jay Williams, while on his knees swings towards Oblivion. The challenger does the same. Both punches land hard, as well as the other multiple punches that follow. Both men begin to stand up, continuing their punch for punch. As they match punch for punch and kick for kick, they walk away from the entrance ramp and stage area. As they walk towards an open area away from the fans towards what looks like an open field. Before they get to the open field, both men grabbed for something. They didn;t notice the other grabbing for a weapon. Williams has a chair and Oblivion also has a chair. They both swing their chairs....


Both men clang their chairs together, causing them to drop their chairs. Williams quickly kicks Oblivion in the mid-section and....


Kyle Steel: DDT on the metal chair!!!

Oblivion got the worst of that ddt, as his mask is now drenched with blood. With the sight of blood, cause Jay Williams turn into a madman, as he begins a barrage of punches down on the area of the head wound. The champion begin to tear at the mask, as he continues to punch down onto Oblivion's head. The champion begin to gnaw at the head wound.

Zach Davis: Right out of Oblivion's playbook!!

The champion spits out what is assumed to be a piece of Oblivion's flesh. Williams steps back and looks down at a chair. The champion grabs for the chair....


Oblivion, on instinct alone sweeps the champion's legs. That leg-sweep causes Williams to collaps and drop the chiar across his own head. With blood dripping down his face and into his eyes, Oblivion picks up the chair. The Dark One waits for the perfect opportunity. Within brief seconds, but felt like several minutes, Jay Williams slowly stands up and looks around for his opponent....


The crowd: OUU-U-U-UU!!

Kyle Steel: A sickening crash across the skull of the world champion, by a chair weilding madman!!

But, that doesn't stop Oblivion!


Oblivion crashes the metal chair multiple times across the broken body of the World Champion!! Oblivion grabs the champion and drags him past the nearby crowd and back onto the entrance ramp!!

Zach Davis: Where in the Hell are they going.

Oblivion drags Jay williams, by the hair up the ramp and into the makeshift backstage area. With the concrete walkway, as the area is surrounded by storage containers against the walls. Oblivion grabs the champion and throws him against a stone wall.

Kyle Steel: Did you hear the sickening thud that the champion's body made against the wall. Oblivion goes the pin attempt!!!

Stanley moser runs up and begins the pin count....

As the crowd watches on the large screen, they yell out the pin count...

The crowd: ONE!!

The crowd: TWO!!!!

The crowd: THREE!!

Zach Davis: Yes, he done it!!


The crowd: NO-O-O-O!!

Kyle Steel: Correction, a kickout at two and three quarters!!

Oblivion picks up the champion and drags him towards a nearby vendor....

Zach Davis: Oh great!! I LOVE COTTON CANDY!!

A vendor who makes their own cotton candy is greeted by a unaware Jay williams who is flung into the vendor!


Oblivion shoves the champion's face into the metal bin, that the sugar is twirled into cotton candy. Williams' short hair get mangled with the sticky cotton cnady.

Zach Davis: Remind me not to eat any cotton candy.

With a new hairdo of pink and blue cotton candy swirls, in his hair, Williams falls backwards and tries to scramble away from the persuiting lunatic. Williams scramble up to his feet and tries to get the sticky mess out of his hair and his met with a clubbering clothesline from Oblivion. Willaims crashes down hard onto the concrete flooring. The champion grabs his head in pain! Oblivion proceed to stomp down onto Williams! Oblivion proceeds to attempt another S! T! O! M! P! but is met with a drop toe hold and crashes down hard onto the concrete flooring. While Oblivion is slightly stunned, Jay Williams bolts towards a stack of storage trunks and climbs up!!

Kyle Steel: He must be almost seven feet in the air!!

Oblivion stands up and.....


Zach Davis: OH-H-H-H MY-Y-Y-Y GO-O-O-OD-DD-D-DD-D!!!

The world champion flies ionto the air and nails his challenger with a flying spear, colliding with Oblivion's massive body. Both men are down. williams is grabbing his mid-section.

Kyle Steel: Uh-oh!! Looks like Jay Williams might of cracked a rib from that spear!!

Oblivion tries to get to his knees, but collapses. Williams rolls around, clutching his ribs. Oblivion, with blood running down his face slowly stand up, clutching his own ribs. IT looks down at a broken and bloodied Jay Williams. Oblivion grabs for Jay Willaims. They are close to what looks like a restroom.

Zach Davis: Oh my God, no!! Oblivion's not thinking what I'm thinking. Is he?

Kyle Steel: Don't tell me, you're beginning to think like Oblivion.

Zach Davis: No. God, no. I just see that look into Oblivion's eyes.

Oblivion looks at the stoned structure.

Kyle Steel: I believe that is the restroom area. Since there isn't much of backstage area, there is a bathroom facility

Oblivion grabs Williams and opens the bathroom door and tosses him in!!

Kyle Steel: OH MY GOD!! They are gonna fight in the bathroom!!!

The bathroom has a urinal and two bathroom stalls. One of the doors is closed, but there nosigns of anyone else in the restroom.

Zach Davis: Is that a men's restroom?!

Kyle Steel: To be honest, I think it's a unisex restroom.

Zach Davis: Oh my God, a unisex restroom!!

Both men begin to stomp into each other, while throwing massive punches at each other. Oblivion knees Williams, with a low blow and throws him into the closed stall. The stall door break opens and it slam into the person that is sitting on the toilet. A woman screams....

A woman: OW!!! WHAT THE HELL?!?!

Oblivion throws the champion into the stall, with the woman stilling sitting on the toilet. The woman gets spooked and grabs her skirt and panties and runs away screaming, while pulling up her undies. The poor woman runs away in horror, as she bolts out of the bathroom. Oblivion looks into the toilet and has this disgusting look across IT's face, as he grabs for Jay Williams. The crowd begins to gasp in horror, as the challenger grabs for the champion and drags him towards the toilet. The woman left something "special" in the toilet. The camera shows the little surprise. Both commentators and the entire crowd moan in disgust. Oblivion grabs Jay Williams, by the hair.

Zach Davis: OH GOD NO!!

Kyle Steel: That is totally disgusting!!

Oblivion proceed to shove Williams' head into the toilet bowl.

The crowd: NO-O-O-O-O!!

But, the champion catches himself and braces himself around the bowl. Williams elbows Oblivion and tries to do the same thing to The Dark One!!

Zach Davis: This is an disgusting turn in this match-up. But, it seems the crowd is enjoying this match-up!! Jay Williams tries to shove Oblivion's head deep into the toilet, but The Dark One elbows Williams in the stomach and slams the world Champion's head down onto the toilet seat.

The crowd: Ou-u-u!! Ew-w-w-w!!

Oblivion keeps Jay Williams' head down as he grab the toilet seat lid and slams it across the side, of the head, of the champion, over and over and over again! The challenger let's go of the champion. Williams falls to the bathroom stall's floor. Williams crawls away, as Oblivion kicks the stall door open and says....

Oblivion: where in the Hell, do you think you're going?!

The champion crawls near the sinks, but close to a urinal. In a rush, of the moment, not taking a second though, Williams reaches in the urinal and scoops out the urinal freshner white disk and kicks Oblivion in the knee, knocking the big man down. The champion shoves the urinal disc and shoves it into Oblivion's face. The gasps in disgust and horror.


The crowd: WAS THAT TASTY?!?! <clap-clap!!> <clap-clap-clap!!> WAS THAT TASTY?!?! <clap-clap!!> <clap-clap-clap!!> WAS THAT TASTY?!?! <clap-clap!!> <clap-clap-clap!!>

The champion grabs Oblivion and the rush out of the restroom, knocking people down, in the process. As they are grabbing each other and walking and stubbling along the way, the stumble up to a beer vendor.

Kyle Steel: Oh, this will be interesting.

Oblivion looks at the beer vendor.

Zach Davis: That employee looks scared to death!!


Kyle Steel: OH MY GOD!! Oblivion just knock that guy out, with a kick to the head!!

Oblivion grabs a resisting Jay Williams and shoves his head under a beer tab and begins to pour beer onto the head and face of the champion! Jay Williams' is choking on the beer, as Oblivion keeps slapping the face and head of the champion. Williams elbow Oblivion and slams his head onto the counter and proceeds to do the same thing to Oblivion, what his challenger did to him. Oblivion's head gets picked up by the hand of Jay Williams....


Zach Davis: BEER TO THE EYES!!!



Oblivion goes for the pin, as the referee makes the count....

The crowd: ONE!!

The crowd: TWO!!

The crowd: THREE!!!-....NO-O-O-O!!!


Oblivion picks up the champion and puts him over his massive right shoulder and carries him out of the beverage and food area and walks him towards the ring. Through the field and just a few short feet away, Williams wiggles free, falls off the shoulders, and lands behind The Monster Oblivion...


Zach Davis: Inverted DDT on the ground!

Williams collapses on top of Oblivion and Stanley Moser rushes over and begins to count...

Kyle Steel: A pin attempt here!! This could be it!!

The crowd: ONE!!

The crowd: TWO!!

The crowd: THREE!!!-....NO-O-O-O!!!


Zach Davis: My God, how did Oblivion kick out of that?!?!

After a few stomps, Jay williams grabs Oblivion and they stumble towards the ring. The champion shoves the challenger under the bottom ringrope, but not completely all the way in the ring.

Kyle Steel: What's the champion doing?!?

The majority of Oblivion chest is exposed, as it hangs over the ring apron. Williams climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Looks around with his right hand right above his eyebrows, with his thumb touching his forehead. the champion looks around at the encouraging and cheering crowd. Williams leaps off and....


Zach Davis: OH MY GAW-AW-AWDD-D-D-D!!

The crowd: THAT WAS AWESOME!!! <clap-clap!!> <clap-clap-clap!!> THAT WAS AWESOME!!! <clap-clap!!> <clap-clap-clap!!> THAT WAS AWESOME!!! <clap-clap!!> <clap-clap-clap!!>

The replay shows in slow motion Jay williams flying off the top turnbuckle and executing a frogsplash onto torso, of Oblivion, that was hanging off the ring's apron. Both men collapse ringside and is motionless!!

Kyle Steel: Holy crap!! I think both men are dead!!

Both competitoors are not moving, as the referee begins his count.....

Stanley Moser: ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... FIVE...

Both men slowly begin to move

Stanley Moser: SIX... SEVEN...

Both men get to one knee and slightly look at each other. With an explosion, they continue to beat the holy Hell, out of each other, as they enter the ring.

Zach Davis: Oh my God, they are standing up after THAT?!?!

Both men continue to match punch for punch, as Williams' hits Oblivion with a side kick to the head and tosses him into the ropes. Willaims drops down and Oblivion hops over and he too bounces off the ropes. The challenger charges at the champion, but williams leap frogs over Oblivion and he bolts towards the ropes. The champion bounces off the ropes and clobbers him with a dropkick, which knocks Oblivion out of the ring. The champion sees an opportunity to climb up the turnbuckles. Oblivion slowly stands up and shakes his head, Williams flies off the top turnbuckle and lands with a moonsault on top of Oblivion. Both men hit the ground hard, but manage to slowly stand up. they both hit each other with a couple of quick punches before reentering the ring. Oblivion enters the ring first, waiting for Williams and drops an elbow across the back, of the head of the champion. Oblivion picks up Willaims on IT's shoulders. Oblivion knocks the champion's legs off IT's left shoulder and drops him face first with an RKO.

Kyle Steel: 5150!!!

Oblivion goes for a pin....

The crowd: ONE!!

The crowd: TWO!!

The crowd: THREE!!!-....NO-O-O-O!!!


Oblivion becomes frustrated and pounds both fists onto the mat! As the big man-monster begins to pick up Williams, the champion knocks out the big man's legs from under him. That gives Williams the chance to climb up the turnbuckles and fly off....


Zach Davis: Goomba Stomp!!

Kyle Steel: That looked like it hurt Oblivion!

The World Champion picks up Oblivion and set him up, what look like a piledriver, but double underhooks the arms....

Zach Davis: Here comes The Williams Driver!!

Jay Williams picks up the big man an hoists him up.....

The crowd: NO-O-O-O!!

Kyle Steel: What the Hell?!?!

Oblivion floats over the top of the champion's head and grabs back of the head of the champion and nails a modfied neckbreaker. The crowd erupts with extremely loud and thunderous cheers!

Zach Davis: Oh my... Did we... did we just see that?!?

Oblivion goes for the pin...

The crowd: ONE!!

The crowd: TWO!!

The crowd: THREE!!!-....NO-O-O-O!!!


Kyle Steel: How in the Hell did the champion kick out of that one?!?

Oblivion grabs Williams and bounces off the ropes. Williams flies off the ropes and....



Jay Williams hits Oblivion with a shining wizard!

Williams goes for the pin....

The crowd: ONE!!

The crowd: TWO!!

The crowd: THREE!!!-....NO-O-O-O!!!


Kyle Steel: WHAT A MATCH!!

Zach Davis: Yes, what a match indeed!!

The crowd: THIS MATCH IS AWESOME!!! <clap-clap!!> <clap-clap-clap!!> THIS MATCH IS AWESOME!!! <clap-clap!!> <clap-clap-clap!!> THIS MATCH IS AWESOME!!! <clap-clap!!> <clap-clap-clap!!>

Both men slowly stand up and the hook up, in the middle of the ring and an obvious exausted Oblivion grabs an also very spent Jay Williams. Oblivion locks the champion into an inverted face lock, by reaching with his own left arm draping over the Williams' throat/neck area. Oblivion reaches with his right hand and grabs a hold to the champion's ring wear, by the knees. Oblivion tosses Jay Williams over his left shoulder, while still holding onto the champion's neck and head. Then, finally crashing down into a Stunner.

Kyle Steel: Soultaker!!

Oblivion goes for the pin...

The crowd: ONE!!

The crowd: TWO!!

The crowd: THREE!!!-....NO-O-O-O!!!


Oblivion stand up, but Jay williams kick Oblivion and puts Oblivion in a half nelson lifted and dropped him into a wheelbarrow driver.

Zach Davis: Williams Driver X!!!!

Williams goes for the pin....

The crowd: ONE!!

The crowd: TWO!!

The crowd: THREE!!!-....NO-O-O-O!!!


Zach Davis: OH MY GOD!!

Williams stands up with frustration and grabs ahold of Oblivion....


Kyle Steel: CHECK OUT TIME!!!

Oblivion nails Jay williams with sweet chin music. Oblivion looks around the screaming and cheering fans. The Dark One bolts over to a corner and climbs up the turnbuckles. The Monster looks around as he flies off the turnbuckle with a shoot star press and as he is about to land, there is a hush over the crowd. As Oblivion lands with a thunderous legdrop across the chest and throat of Jay williams, the crowd explodes with thunderous cheers and screams!!

Zach Davis: Bi- Polar!!!

BUT NO, Jay Williams, fighting spirit, shrugs that shit off and stands up, connecting with the most thunderous lariat ever known to mankind, knocking Oblivion over in a backflip!




Zach Davis: WHAT?


Williams can't believe it. The crowd can't either.. the two men stand up and Williams connects with the WILLIAMS Driver! Williams pins.




Kyle Steel: Jay Williams retains! Oh my gawd!

Zach Davis: What a god damn match!

Kyle Steel: Jay Williams.. is for real!

Zach Davis: And to thing.. he's still got D-Day..


The ring crew is tearing down the ring ropes as we get ready for this last match. A crane is driven over and from it, the WCF Television Title will be hung. The announcers have left their position. We are well into the night now, and the lights on the stage shine brightlyt through Des Moines, Iowa.

And then those lights go out. A solitary light hits the stage. Out from the back walks six men. These are big dudes, too. Vikings to be exact. Three stand on each side of the entrance. They're all carrying shields and swords, long hair, beards, legit looking vikings. "The Pursuit of Vikings" by Amon Amarth hits the PA system and the place explodes into cheers. The lights flash to the music as it chugs along. As soon as the lyrics kick in, Creeping Death emerges from the back. He's decked out in viking garb as well. Armor, shield, sword, and even a viking helm with face plate. Colorful lights now circle the night sky and through the crowd. CD marches down to the ring, all six vikings behind him in two single file lines. The crowd is going ba-fucking-nanas. As he reaches the ring, CD places his shield against the ring, and his sword by the steps. Creeping Death then drops the viking armor and furs off his body, and takes off the horned helm. His face paint is different, too. It's all dull whiteish gray, black around the eyes that fades out to darker gray with a darker flame like design above each eye, and gray along the sides of his face, along with the ususal four black lines over the mouth.. Looking more and more like a corpse. His beard has grown out, as well. It's a long dark brown/black goatee, about two fists long. The color of his hair is now a more natural dark brown/black as well. CD rolls into the ring and lights hit it. A change of pace, he is wearing short tights. White ones with black trim, and a black "XIII" on the left leg, black "13" on the right. Black boots with white bottoms, black knee pads, black and white wrist bands, black elbow pads. It's a new look.

As the beat of "I'm The Bad Influence" by Lil' Wyte begins to thump throughout the entire arena, smoke begins to seep out of the stage. Jason Kash comes out with his platinum JK Chain hanging around his neck. He has his WCF Television Championship Belt flopped over his left shoulder as he steps up to the middle of the stage, right before the aisle way begins. He leans forward, touching the steel ramp and then comes up straight and raises the belt up above his head with one arm. He rests the belt once again on his shoulder as he makes his way to ringside. He climbs up the steel steps and enters the ring. He raises the belt one more time before handing it to the ring announcer and slapping himself a few times to ready himself for the match.

The ring announcer hangs the TV Title from the crane's hook and it is hoisted above the ring. Kash checks the barbed wire ropes and doesn't look impressed. In the far corner, Creeping Death is stone cold. He hasn't moved at all. The entire crowd is buzzing, waiting for the opening bell. DING and there it is. Kash cautiously approaches CD, who still hasn't moved. Kash inches closer and closer ... and CD extends his hand. The entire place is like 'wtf', Kash included. Still, no change of emotion from CD, just his hand, waiting for Kash to shake it ... and he does. CD steps back, cracks a smile, and begins hoping around, loosening up. They come to the middle of the ring, face to face. The crowd, it is going bananas. First shot thrown by Kash, a straight right hand to the face. CD shrugs it off, and asks for another. He is granted his wish, twice as hard. CD stumbles a bit, spits some blood out, and laughs right in Jason Kash's face. Kash goes for another, but it is blocked, and CD clutches the back of Kash's cranium as well, throwing him head over heels directly into the barbed wire ropes! Kash's flesh is torn to shreds and he lets out a scream as the entire pro-Creeping Death crowd pops their approval. Kash, to his credit, is back up, though. He shrugs off the cuts on his body and comes right back with a fist to the side of CD's head! CD stumbles back, both stunned and dazed. Before CD can even laugh this one off, Kash has his head and drops him with UTI! Jason realizes this is not his element by any means, and he's trying to end it quickly. As fast as he can, he's out on the floor grabbing a ladder and sliding it in. CD is still down as Kash reenters the ring and begins setting the ladder up. Two rungs up, he's caught by CD who is back up. CD has a hold of a leg, and Kash uses the other to leap off and hit a flying enziguri! Kash gets right back up, but CD keeps hold of the leg. CD drags Kash away from the ladder, as he hops on one foot, taking swings. CD throws Kash's foot around, and as Kash spins, his leg wraps around the ladder. CD hits a low dropkick, folding the ladder up and knocking it over while Kash's leg is trapped inside!

CD stomps the ladder, crushing Kash's leg more. Somehow, Kash fights out of it and even gets to a vertical base, although obviously favoring the leg. Kash blocks a kick by CD and just bum-rushes CD back and into the barbed wire! The wire pierces the flesh on CD's back, but it doesn't phase him. CD bum-rushes Jason Kash right back across the ring and into the wire himself! A whimper is heard as Kash touches it. Not to be outdone, Kash drops to the mat and drop-toe-holds CD chest first into the middle barbed wire strand, dicing his pectorals! Kash hobbles around in a circles and jumps on CD Big Bossman style, further pressing the barbs into his chest! CD is pretty well messed up at this point, Kash's only damage is to his back and leg. Jason moves into position and brings the ladder up, but is caught by a kick to the knee. CD takes control of the ladder and sets it up under the Television Title. Jason Kash tries to knock it over, but CD holds on and tips it onto Jason's forehead! Kash hits the mat, clutching his head, while CD brings the ladder back to standing and begins his climb. He gets about half way when Jason Kash begins kicking at the ladder, trying to knock it over ... which he does! CD flies down toward the barbed wire but at the last second launches himself off the ladder to the floor. He lands on his feet and slides back into the ring quickly, only to be met with a diving elbow drop. Kash begins stomping away at CD's torso, trying to keep CD down. And it's working. Every stomp just eats the life out of CD. Kash literally will not stop. A legit few minutes pass, and Kash finally stops, letting out a primal scream. He sets the ladder up, and climbs it. The crowd is in a hush. CD is down on the mat, and Kash is climbing his way to victory. Rung by rung. He is a fingertip away from the WCF TV Title when CD is finally getting to his feet. Jason's leg is holding him back, he can't put weight on it from the ladder brutality and kicking CD. And that, that was Jason Kash's undoing. CD takes hold of his ankle and drags Kash down the ladder, smashing his head against every rung. But no, Kash catches one and pulls himself back up and away from CD's clutches!

Jason Kash uses everything he has and gets back to standing on a rung. CD is right behind him, though, and is soon literally right beside him! Jason Kash is so focused on winning, he doesn't see CD. Creeping Death grabs hold of Kash's head and leaps off the ladder, slamming Kash down with a thunderous UTI off the ladder, paying him back from before! Both men are down. The crowd is going nuts. CD stirs to his feet. He begins his climb ... and he reaches the TV Title! The crowd is going nuts! CD unsnaps the belt from the hook ... AND JASON KASH GRABS HOLD OF THE OTHER SIDE OF IT OUT OF NOWHERE! A tug of war on top of the ladder ensues! The crowd is cheering with every CD tug, booing with every Jason Kash tug ... neither man has the upper hand. The ref isn't ringing the bell, either. Half because both men have the TV Title, half because his match is barely ten minutes long! The first chapter of Creeping Death verses Jason Kash comes to a close when both men drop off the ladder holding the WCF Television Title. The crowd is in disbelief as the bell rings. In the near ten minutes the match went, Creeping Death and Jason Kash gave more of a story, effort, and talent than anyone in a WCF ring today, and there is seemingly no winner. The ring announcer comes over the PA.

Ring Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee's decision on the match is this. Both men came down holding the WCF Television Title, and this match ends in a draw..

Zach Davis: WHAT??

Kyle Steel: I don't understand.. maybe Markman will buzz in and give us something!

Zach Davis: Come on Markman..

The crowd looks to the screen for Markman.. but nothing..

Ring Announcer As a result of the draw...


...... Jason Kash will remain WCF Television Champion...

Mixed reactions from the crowd.

Zach Davis: I don't get this.. I don't understand!

Kyle Steel: And what.. WAIT.. WHAT???

Zach Davis: NO! NO WAY..


Zach Davis: BUT WHAT ABOU-

XIII goes black.. and we're off the air.