Slam Intro
Logan Arrives
Hotdog Mascot vs Stan Trinity vs Homeless Dan vs Captain Punishment
D-Day Segment
Paul Dangerous vs Greenfever
Jay Price Segment
This_Is_War Team vs The Big Time Jerks
Creeping Death/Jay Price vs D-Day/Oblivion
World Title: Rick Mad vs Logan

Slam Intro

Opposite of Adults by Chiddy Bang hits and Slam is on the air. There is electricity in the air; everyone is abuzz and talking... we go to Zach Davis and Shannan Lerch.

Zach Davis: Welcome to Slam. Quite frankly, I don't know how to start this show.

Shannan Lerch: A lot of wrestling programs advertise things that will "change their company forever," be it announcements, new signings, big events, whatever. But War IX truly lived up to that phrase. War IX changed WCF forever, and that is a fact.

Zach Davis: It featured three very notable events. Firstly, the retirement of Slickie T, Allen Guiliano. Secondly, the reemergence of Logan as the World Champion he was always capable of being. And, lastly, the ressurection of Torture.

Shannan Lerch: We don't have any answers on that, either. We don't know why JJ Biggs, Jay Price, and Creeping Death of all goddamn people joined him and his group. We don't know why Rick Mad, Shaun Jackson, Chris Avery, and Tank Reaper came back. We don't know who in the hell those two other guys are.

Zach Davis: We don't know why Torture isn't dead.

Shannan Lerch: So I hope we get some answers tonight. Either way, the show must go on, and we've got some big matches.

Zach Davis: That is right. Three of which contain This_Is_War members.

Shannan Lerch: Our main event is a classic. Rick Mad and Logan, one on one. We've been through the history between those two more times than I can count, but it comes down to this: they grew up in this business together, and they hate each other.

Zach Davis: Rick Mad was once an intelligent wrestler's wrestler that modeled himself after the likes of Bret Hart, Chris Jericho, and Chris Benoit. In recent times he's become a psychopath... he's been kidnapped and brainwashed by Jack of Blades and he nearly killed Steve Carr and usurped his apprentice, Mikami. Yeah. He's kind of crazy.

Shannan Lerch: And now he's rejoined with Torture. Earlier on when WCF first reopened he was aligned with Torture and Chris Avery, but that seems like forever ago.

Zach Davis: Creeping Death and Jay Price... god, I don't believe I'm saying this.. they're teaming up. WILLINGLY. Creeping Death and Jay Price are CHOOSING TO TEAM TOGETHER. Against D-Day and Oblivion. D-Day especially seems to hate This_Is_War so this should be an interesting match.

Shannan Lerch: The two This_Is_War mystery men are up against the Big Time Jerks. Hopefully we learn more about them.

Zach Davis: We have Paul Dangerous up against Greenfever! Paul Dangerous debuted at War... though, sadly, he was quickly eliminated. So we don't know quite how dangerous he really is. Hopefully we find out tonight.

Shannan Lerch: And in our opener, we have a battle royal between the Hotdog Mascot, Stan Trinity, Homeless Dan, and Captain Punishment.

Zach Davis: The twist here... Doc Henry and Johnny Reb must choose partners to face one another in a Tag Team Title match at Helloween. They'll be on hand to watch this match.. they just might choose one of these men to be their partner, who knows?

Shannan Lerch: Not me.

Logan Arrives

Zach Davis: I have just got a feed from backstage that our new world champion is entering the building.

Shannan Lerch: Oh my.

The jumbotron turns on, revealing a live feed. The camera is set up on one of the main entrances backstage. Double doors open! Logan, accompanied with six men, enter the shot. Logan marches forward, alone. The rest of WCF's Chief Security fall back, chaining up the double door, closing it off with a padlock. They begin spreading out backstage, all carrying heavy chains and locks.

Zach Davis: What?! Logan is locking this building down!

The camera keeps it's attention on Logan, following closely behind him. Logan moves down a hall, picking up a steel chair sat down along the way. Carrying the folded chair with him, Logan marches straight into a room, which is soon revealed to be Seth's office. The cameraman rushes in behind Logan!

Shannan Lerch: No, no! What is Logan doing?

Seth Lerch, drenched in paperwork at his desk, looks up and spots Logan stomping towards him with a chair drawn over his head.

Seth Lerch: Logan! What the fuc--

THUD! The steel chair crashes over Seth's head, cutting him short. Seth's face instantly drops and plants into the pile of paperwork. Logan drops the chair where he stands, and turns, calmly exiting Seth's office. The live feed cuts and the jumbotron fades to black.

Zach Davis: Logan's first stop for revenge. Man, I don't like where this is going.

Hotdog Mascot vs Stan Trinity vs Homeless Dan vs Captain Punishment
Battle Royal
Special Guests: Johnny Reb and Doc Henry

Zach Davis: And what a match we have to open the night folks! A four man over the top battle that could have implications for the tag team title match at Helloween.

Shannan Lerch: It certainly could, Zach, depending on what impression these competitors make on the two men joining us now. Welcome Doc Henry and Johnny Reb!

Johnny Reb: Thanks, Shannan! It’s good to be here.

When They Come For Me by Linkin Park is playing and Homeless Dan marches onto the stage. He is holding a bottle of alcohol and dressed dirty.

Doc Henry: Speak for yourself, Reb. I could be at home with my wife right now, doin’ somethin’ way more interestin’…

Kyle Steel: The following match is an over the top battle royal, where in order to eliminated both feet must touch the ground. Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and sixty pounds...Hoooooomeless Dan.

Zach Davis: You know, I find it odd that a person with no home and no real income still looks to be so well fed. I mean how many homeless people do you know that are close to being obese?

He slowly goes to the ring looking around at the fans who have more money than him and a house.

Doc Henry: Y’know, I never had much faith in Lerch’s eye for talent, but pickin’ up vagrants off the street is a whole new low.

"Epic" by Faith No More begins to play and green, yellow, and red strobes begin flashing on the entrance ramp. From behind the entrance curtain, Stan Trinity walks out and the crowd booms in cheers.

Kyle Steel: From Miami, Florida, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds....Stan Trinnnnnnnity.

Shannan Lerch: Stan Trinity failed in his quest to win the WAR Match last week, however he did make a rather nice impression on some people before he was eliminated by Austin Adams.

Stan quickly makes his way down to the ring, occasionally stopping to give high fives to people standing at the entrance aisle behind the barrier. As he gets in front of the ring, he rolls in underneath the bottom rope and walks to the middle of the ring and moves his arms to his sides and turns in a slow circle, posing, firing his fans up even more. He makes his way over a turnbuckle and lays back against it as the music dies down, and waits for the match to begin.

Johnny Reb: If Trinity’s performance at WAR is any indication, his career is certainly one to watch. Look at how the crowd reacts to him! This guy could really go places.

Doc Henry: …or he could just be a flash in the pan. Remember Jason Kash?

Johnny Reb: Who?

The lights in the arena all go out, plunging the crowd into darkness.

Shannan Lerch: What the..?

A loud "whooshing" sound can be heard over the PA System followed by the opening to the "Superman Theme"...which is quickly cut. Flashing red and blue lights begin lighting up the crowd as out of nowhere "Hero" by Skillet begins playing over the PA System. Quick burst of red, white and blue pyro go off as Captain Punishment walks out from the back and strikes a very heroic looking pose on the stage.

Kyle Steel: From New York City, weighing in at one hundred seventy seven and one half pounds....Captain Punishment.

Shannan Lerch: Must say that I'm liking this slightly less pathetic look for the Captain.

Zach Davis: Oh come on! He's still a scrawny little runt running around with a bath towel wrapped around his neck.

Shannan Lerch: You come on Zach. Despite what you may think, CP impressed a lot of people, including myself, with his amazing show of perseverance in the WAR Match. In fact he went toe to toe with Jay Price and held his own for a bit before he was forced to tap out.

Zach Davis: Okay he's tough, I'll give him that. But in the end he's still a skinny comic book nerd in a world he doesn't belong in.

The crowd lets out a pretty decent sized pop for the lovable nerd as he raises his arms out in front of him and begins to run down the ramp at full speed before sliding into the ring. He then runs over to the nearest corner and climbs up to the second turnbuckle before proceeding to perform various poses, including an attempt to make a muscle, as the crowd again pops. He then hops out of the corner and removes his cape/bath towel before throwing it out of the ring and into the crowd toward a group of young WCF fans.

"King For a Day" by Green Day hits the speakers, the Hotdog Mascot waddles out onto the top of the ramp to a roar of cheers. He prematurely celebrates, jumping around on the stage and throwing his hands in the air.

"Just wait till all the guys get a load of me!"

Kyle Steel: From Mustard, Virginia, weighing in at two hundred pounds.....Hooooooootdoooooooooog Mascot.

Zach Davis: And here comes my pick to win the match.

Shannan Lerch: Big surprise. I swear Zach, sometimes I think you drool over Hotdog Mascot more than you do Anastasia Petrova.

Zach Davis: Can you blame me? I mean just look at those beautiful golden brown buns.

Doc Henry: Zach, have you ever considered professional help?

He flees down the ramp, slapping fans hands along the way with his bun-like fingers. The Mascot rolls in the ring, still evenly excited, running to the turnbuckle, hopping atop it, and waving his arms. The audience return the excitement, waving his arms along with him.

Shannan Lerch: Zach, wave your arms.

Zach Davis: No. I will not.

The Mascot jumps off the turnbuckle, takes a microphone out from inside his 'bun', and the music cuts. The crowd quiets.

Hotdog Mascot: Guys! I have a huge announcement!

Shannan Lerch: The Scot has big news!

Zach Davis: The Scot?

Hotdog Mascot: ... I'm late! Yes, I didn't want to make a big deal out of it at first. But, I went to the doctors last week, and, it's official! I've got one in the oven! I'm pregnant!

The crowd buzzes.

Shannan Lerch: The Scot's pregnant?!

Zach Davis: He's a she?!

Again, the crowd continues buzzing, obviously confused.

Hotdog Mascot: And.. for more of a surprise, the Father is someone in WCF!

MORE buzzing.

Hotdog Mascot: Though not exactly sure, yet. Things backstage have been pretty heated, lately, if you catch my drift. Wink! But, I promise you all, you will find out soon! Thank you, science, for discovering DNA!

Zach Davis: Who the hell in WCF slept with the Hotdog Mascot?

Shannan Lerch: Apparently, more than one person.

Zach Davis: And how the hell did we not know that the Mascot was a female?!

The Mascot slips 'her' microphone back into the bun suit. The music cuts, and she once again jumps around happily.

Zach Davis: So Shannan have you decided on who you think is going to win?

Shannan Lerch: Well as much as I hate to admit it, I think Hotdog Mascot has the advantage.

Zach Davis: I knew you'd come around.

Inside the ring the referee calls for the bell and chaos erupts as all four men rush from their respective corners and start brawling. HDM and Trinity are trading shots, as are CP and Dan, as the referee chooses to stand off to the side and out of the way.

Shannan Lerch: Not really sure why the referee is in the ring...you'd think he'd be on the outside waiting for someone to go over the ropes.

Zach Davis: Are you insinuating Stanley Moser doesn't know how to do his job? The man's a senior referee dammit.

At that moment a second referee appears at ringside and he shouts something to Stanley Moser, who then climbs out of the ring looking rather embarrassed. Meanwhile back in the ring HDM has Trinity backed into the corner and is hammering away with punches to the midsection.

Shannan Lerch: The brawling ability of this giant hot dog is simply astounding.

Doc Henry: If you like that, you oughta see what THIS hot dog can do…

Shannan Lerch: Oh my god!

Johnny Reb: This is still ostensibly a family show…put that away!

A left to the head drops Trinity to ground where his body slumps back into the bottom turnbuckle. HDM dances about and then proceeds to rub his "backside" in Trinity's face.

Zach Davis: And a...well normally that would be referred to as a stink face, but due to the lack of a rear end, I'm not sure what you'd call this.

Johnny Reb: There ain’t any words to describe what we have just witnessed.

Meanwhile on the opposite side of the ring, Homeless Dan has CP in a headlock and appears to have him close to submitting to the horrible odor emitting from his pits.

Shannan Lerch: Ugh, I swear I can smell him from here.

Zach Davis: Have a little compassion for the man Shannan, it's not his fault he smells like the inside of a dumpster.

CP is able to get his head out of Dan's clutches and he pushes him off and into the ropes. Dan comes back..and CP simply levels him with the Heroic Punch.

Zach Davis: Holy bejesus! What a punch!

Johnny Reb: For a guy with a hero complex, he sure does have a mean streak.

Dan slowly raises his head from the mat and tries to sit up until CP runs up and nails him with a kick to the chest. On the other side of the ring HDM has Trinity back on his feet in the corner and trying to get him over the ropes, however Trinity has his arms wrapped tightly around the top rope.

Shannan Lerch: And Stan Trinity is refusing to be eliminated so early in the match.

HDM wraps his arms around Trinity's mid section and tries to lift him up...until Trinity kicks backward into what would appear to be the Mascot's groin.

Zach Davis: Oh no, not the mini weenies!

Doc Henry: Y’know, Zach, I’m pretty sure Freud would have some real interestin’ things to say about your obsession with the Hot Dog Mascot…

Trinity relinquishes his death clutch on the top rope and rushes at HDM before hitting him with a clothesline. The Mascot stumbles backward but doesn't fall. Trinity hits the ropes a second time and again tries for a clothesline but HDM is ready for him and ducks it before reaching back and hitting a reverse neckbreaker.

Johnny Reb: Say what you like about this oversized phallic symbol – but the guy or girl or whatever it is can fight!

Meanwhile CP has Dan against the ropes and is trying to lift him over the top rope, but Dan is putting up a resilient effort as he fights back with lefts and rights. CP is able to duck a wild right punch and he nails a knee to the midsection that doubles over Dan. CP runs to the ropes and comes back with a knee lift to the face that sends him backward and into the ropes. CP runs to the opposite side of the ring and comes back looking for a clothesline...but Dan counters it with a back body drop that sends CP up and over the top rope!

Zach Davis: Look Shannan, Captain Lamewad is finally flying!

But CP is able to grab hold of the top rope with both hands before his feet touch the ground. Homeless Dan celebrates what he thinks was an elimination as Punishment pulls himself back up onto the apron. Dan realizes finally what happened and tries to knock him off with an elbow but CP blocks it and hits him with a punch to the head. He follows that up with another punch before pulling him in for a suplex attempt.

Shannan Lerch: This is dangerous for both of these guys. If CP isn't careful he could eliminate himself along with Homeless Dan.

Doc Henry: Yeah, that’d be a real tragedy…

CP tries to lift him up but he can't seem to muster the strength. HDM notices what's going on nearby and decides to join in on the fun as he grabs hold of one of Dan's legs and helps lift him up and over the top rope.

Zach Davis: And HDM gets the first elimination of the match!

CP, not realizing what happened exactly, stands up on the apron and celebrates what he thinks was a successful suplex. He waves to the crowd and climbs back into the ring...only to come face to...ummm...plastic face with the Hotdog Mascot. CP points off to the side and the trick actually works as HDM looks to where the Captain is pointing, and CP runs off to safety.

Zach Davis: What a coward.

Doc Henry: Coward…or genius? I mean, you gotta look at what he’s up against. This is a match of endurance, remember, an’ stayin’ in takes just as much brains as guts.

A recovered Stan Trinity is up on his feet and he clotheslines CP, who wasn't paying attention to anyone but HDM, as he tries to run past him. Trinity celebrates, but it's short lived as HDM sneaks up behind him and quickly applies a sleeper hold before nailing him with the Mustard Sauce.

Zach Davis: Shades of Logan from the early 2000's.

HDM picks up Trinity and proceeds to dump him over the top rope.

Shannan Lerch: Hotdog Mascot with his second elimination of the match and now we're down to the final two.

Doc Henry: To be honest, Shannan, I don’t know that I’d wanna share my tag titles with either of these guys…

Johnny Reb: Wait a minute… YOUR tag titles? Let’s not forget who’s been carryin’ whom this whole time; who is single-handedly responsible for getting ‘em back around our waists.

Doc Henry: Exactly my point, Mr. Reb.

HDM dances about to celebrate and turns around only to be met with a standing dropkick from Captain Punishment. HDM bounces back into the ropes and comes right back at CP, knocking the smaller man to the ground. HDM tries to follow up with a body splash but CP rolls out of the way and gets to his feet. HDM gets up and CP tries to tie up but HDM pushes him off and to the mat.

Shannan Lerch: And CP, despite his superpowers, seems to be having a heck of a time figuring out a plan to deal with HDM.

Doc Henry: ‘Course, if you’re so all-fired certain you’re that much better’n me, Rebby, how ‘bout I pick a REAL partner…an’ you team up with that manager of yours?

Johnny Reb: Don’t you worry about what I’m gonna do come Helloween. Just pay attention to the match.

CP gets back to his feet and he rushes at HDM looking to hit a clothesline, but HDM barely budges as it connects. CP keeps up with the offense as he throws a couple of punches at the big man's...err, big Hotdog's...midsection, none of which have any effect. In fact, it seems as though HDM is giggling from the tickling sensation. HDM eventually gets tired of the amusement as he blocks an attempted punch and knocks CP to the mat with a mighty blow from his costumed head. CP quickly rolls away to avoid the clutches of HDM before getting to his feet. He backs away as HDM stalks him, only to end up in the corner. He looks around with a look of worry on his face as the Mascot closes in on him. As he draws closer, CP makes a quick decision and hops up to the top rope before leaping off with a double axe handle.

Shannan Lerch: Look at him fly!

HDM sees it coming and moves out of the way as CP lands on his feet awkwardly. HDM capitalizes by grabbing CP by the head and running toward the ropes before throwing him over the top rope. CP grabs the middle rope as he flies over. His left foot touches the floor and his right...just barely stays off the ground! The referee signals that both feet did not hit as HDM is too busy prancing about the ring to realize it. CP uses all his strength to pull himself back up onto the apron. HDM finally notices that CP is on the apron and rushes him....and CP pulls the top rope down as HDM goes tumbling over and onto the floor.

Shannan Lerch: He did it! Captain Punishment eliminated the Hotdog Mascot!

Johnny Reb: Well… that’s somethin’ you don’t see every day…

The referee signals for the bell as CP collapses onto the apron in exhaustion. "Hero" by Skillet hits the PA system as a very confused Hotdog Mascot sits up and looks around.

Zach Davis: This is an outrage. This is a travesty. This..this can't be!

Doc Henry: Seriously, Zach. Get help.

The referee helps CP down off the apron and raises his arm in victory as a dejected Hotdog Mascot heads up the apron.

D-Day Segment

The sight of D-Day walking down the hallway passing all of the locker rooms of all of the WCF superstars. He has both of his championships hanging around his shoulders. He is strutting along alone when his theme hits on the speakers, “It's My Life by Bon Jovi.” D-Day is wearing a normal pair of blue denim Wrangler jeans, and a plain black T-shirt. He then continues to strut down the hallway until he sees two men wearing black tuxedos standing near a locker room, he then stands in front of the men. They just stand there looking over D-Day, D-Day does the same and asks them a simple question that they answer immediately.

D-Day: Umm, who the hell are you? And why are you here in the WCF backstage? I mean what would you all need to be here for we have enough shit going around here!

Black Suit Man #1: We are the W.H.O. organization if you do not know who we are before now than you must not be able to enter this locker room. The W.H.O. organization is here for a reason and one reason only to protect one man, and one man only.

Black Suit Man #2: Please sir, you must have no business here please leave or you will be moved and exited out of this building by force. We will indeed ask you to move aside.

D-Day: Well, do you know where the hell Oblivion's locker room is? I need to have a little word with him, well you all are all so professional, you all shouldn't care.

The man in the black suit then speaks as he reaches in his black tuxedo and pulls out a pass as he speaks.

Black Suit Man #1: Here show this to the gentlemen as you enter the door he then will take you through the procedures of clarifying that you are safe.

Black Suit Man #2: From there you will be able to continue to what you came to do, sir. Now this way.

He opens the door behind him and continues to look forward like a British guard. D-Day walks through the door, as he is greeted by a man in another black suit. He searches him for any weapons of any kind, he then reaches for the two championship belts over his shoulders. D-Day stops him immediately by swatting his arm away when he is met by six barrels of high powered rifles handled by six S.W.A.T. Members. He stands with his hands held high in the air surrendering to the men holding the high powered rifles. The man that was checking for the weapons asks for D-Day's name. D-Day immediately tells the man his name, the S.W.A.T. members put down their guns. They make a little lane to another door. D-Day walks towards the door and opens it to see Oblivion sitting on a chair with two men on each side of him. D-Day pulls up a chair and begins to speak with Oblivion.

D-Day: So Oblivion what the hell are these men any ways? I mean I thought that I wouldn't be able breath without getting threatened. I mean I thought that this was a fucking drug plant. I mean I was almost shot out there!

Oblivion: Well hey they are here to protect me, and only me. I don't know why this is happening, but it is indeed happening. Well you went all the way through this mess, so what did you want I was about to get ready for our match.

D-Day: Well we are at last on the same subject. I wanted to talk to you about that very subject. I think that we need to talk about our strategy in our match this week, we both know that this is a big match because of the whole This Is War people and traders we are against. We need to really not take it easy at all!

Oblivion: Well I agree I hate those jack asses for trading over to the This Is War people, I mean we should teach Jay and Creeping Death a lesson that they never will forget.

Oblivion then leans forward as he speaks to D-Day.

Oblivion: Ok so this is what we should do...

It fades to black and comes back in with D-Day walking out of his locker room, as he is met by Oblivion walking with his protection. They look at each other not saying a single word, they then both nod at each other as they walk down the hallway, to the entrance stage. The scene fades with them walking down the hallway with D-Day is a black T-shirt and his tights and Oblivion is wearing his black attire, with his protection all around him.

Paul Dangerous vs Greenfever

Zach Davis: Our next match, will be featuring the newcomer, Paul Dangerous going against the diabolical and very dangerous, Greenfever.

Shannan Lerch: In one of Paul Dangerous' last statement he warned Greenfever that he is a "dangerous" man. Does he realize he is stepping in the ring, with one of the most dangerous men in WCF history?

Zach Davis: I guess not, Shannan. And he is hell bent about the rule book, too. I don't know about dangerous, but it seems Paul Dangerous is coming off a little annoying.

Shannan Lerch: Well said, Zach. Now, with that said, Kyle Steel is standing inside the ring, for the match's opening introductions. Take it away, Kyle.

Danger on the Track by Europe begins to play through the speakers, of The Cow Palace. The opening lyric, of the song, 'Dangeeeeeerrrrr' sounds out. Paul Dangerous comes out from within a massive billow of smoke.

Kyle Steel: From Sheffield, England... weighing in at 241 pounds, PAU-AU-AUL-LL-L DA-A-ANGER-ER-EROU-OUS!!

Paul Dangerous is choking from the excess amount of smoke. Dangerous feigns slapping the fans hands, but then remembers the likelihood of catching diseases from them and so pulls back at the last second. Dangerous has to pretty much drag himself up the ring steps, due to his fear of heights.

Zach Davis: Did you see that, Shannan?

Shannan Lerch: I sure did, Zach! It looks like Paul dangerous is afraid of heights.

Zach Davis: That might hinder his performance, in the ring.

Shannan Lerch: Let's see Zach, let's see.

Once in the ring, Paul Dangerous lets out his signature scream of "I....AM....DANGEROUS!"

Zach Davis: Now, it's time for the real "dangerous" man in WCF.

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.

Kyle Steel: His opponent... From Pine Bluff, Arkansas, weighing in at 190 pounds..... GREE-EE-EEN-NN-NFE-E-E-EVER-ER-ER-ER!!

The audience begins to throwing garbage down at him as he makes his way to the ring.

Shannan Lerch: Everyone has said their piece.

Zach Davis: Now, it's time for the action, in the ring to begin.

[DING-DING!!]

Shannan Lerch: That's the bell and the match begins.

Zach Davis: Both men circle each other, as Greenfever just glares at Paul Dangerous.

Greenfever speaks at Dangerous.

Zach Davis: I think Greenfever just said something towards Paul Dangerous. What was it?

Shannan Lerch: Let's look at the instant replay....

The instant replay shows Greenfever speaking at Paul Dangerous.

Greenfever: You call yourself Dangerous. Tonight, I'll show you what it means to be dangerous!

Zach Davis: I think this match is gonna be wa-a-ay over Paul Dangerous' head. He is gonna be outmatched by Greenfever.

Both Dangerous and Greenfever lunge towards each other, as they plant down, slamming their right boot onto the mat, as they hookup with a collar and elbow tie-up, in the center, of the ring.

Shannan Lerch: Both men are trying to gain an advantage.

Greenfever quickly let's go, which catches Paul Dangerous off guard. Greenfever then proceeds to lunge at Dangerous and begins to gnaw at Dangerous' face.

Zach Davis: Paul Dangerous screams out in both horror and in pain.

Shannan Lerch: I don't think Dangerous liked that, at all. Not one bit!

Dangerous steps backs, flailing his arms into the air, as he tries to wipe away the saliva, that is on his face. Dangerous steps in between the ropes, so that referee Stanley Moser can prevent Greenfever to go any further.

Paul Dangerous: Get 'im back, will ya!! Do ya bloody job, ref.

Dangerous steps back into the ring, as he shrugs off Greenfever. They hook up once again, but Dangerous hits Greenfever with a forearm to the back, of the neck.

Zach Davis: I think all that did, was enrage Greenfever!

Greenfever kicks Paul Dangerous two times, in the mid-section, before poking him in the eye, with his thumb.

Crowd: OU-U-U-U!!

Greenfever steps away, as Dangerous makes a fuss over the fact that Greenfever poked him, in the eye. Greenfever leaves the ring and walks over to Kyle Steel and grabs the house mic....

Greenfever: I don't care, if you don't find it in the rulebook, I just poked you, in the eye. If you're whining about that, wait till you see, maybe not, but wait till you see what I do to you next!!

The crowd explodes with cheers. As Greenfever slides back into the ring, Dangerous pushes the referee out of the way and drops an elbow across the back of Greenfever's neck and head.

Shannan Lerch: Dangerous drops another elbow and another elbow.

Zach Davis: Dangerous picks up his opponent and nails Greenfever with an decisive European uppercut, which knocks greenfever back to the mat.

With a quick swoop, Dangerous jumps on Greenfever and clamps on the STF.

Shannan Lerch: Paul dangerous has the STF on real tight across Greenfever. The maniacal monster is just inches away from the ropes. Zach, if he can inch just a little bit closer, he can have the hold broken up.

Greenfever struggles as he inches closer to the ropes. The crowd, surprisingly, is encouraging Greenfever to get closer to the ropes.

Crowd: GREENFEVER!!! GREENFEVER!! GREENFEVER!!

Zach Davis: Are my ears deceiving me? But, is the crowd cheering on Greenfever?

Shannan Lerch: They sure are, Zach!

The crowd explodes with cheers, as Greenfever grabs the bottom ring rope. Stanley Moser gets in between Dangerous and Greenfever, as he instructs Dangerous to let go of the STF.

Stanley Moser: That's it, Dangerous let go, of the hold. ONE!!

Zach Davis: The referee has began his count.

Stanley Moser: TWO!!... THREE!!... FOUR!!....

Reluctantly, Dangerous let's go of the STF. He grabs for Greenfever, but...

Shannan Lerch: What is that?!

Lies in the name of God by Slayer begins to play.

Zach Davis: Oh my God, it's Oblivion. 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, as the Cow Palace explodes with cheers and some boos. Oblivion has it's arms extended outward, with it's index fingers pointing. Paul Dangerous looks confused towards a walking Oblivion. Greenfever takes advantage, of the situation by trapping Dangerous' arm and pounding him with multiple headbutts.

Zach Davis: It looks like Oblivion is coming over here to the announce table.

Greenfever keeps Paul Dangerous standing, when.....

[WHAM!!]

Greenfever nails with a S.T.O.to a flatLiner to a chokeslam combo.

Shannan Lerch: Welcome, Oblivion. I assume you are here to scout out Greenfever for your upcoming match-up at Helloween, for the WCF Hardcore Championship! Which both of you have held.

Zach Davis: Oblivion, you both have had a storied rivalry, where both have feuded over the Hardcore and Wrold Heavyweight championships!

Oblivion: That is true! I am to let Greenfever know....

Oblivion stands up, as Greenfever turns around to bounce off the ropes, when he notices Oblivion standing and looking in his direction.

Oblivion: I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE!!!

Greenfever grabs a hold of the top ring rope as he screams towards Oblivion. Dangerous slowly gets to his knees, before slowly standing up. With Greenfever distracted, Dangerous walks up and nails him with a hangman's neck breaker.

Shannan Lerch: That was devastating.

Oblivion sits back down.

Oblivion: It sure was. Let's see if this so-called monster can kick out of it!

Zach Davis: Oblivion, you refer to yourself as the-e-e true monster in WCF.

Oblivion: Yes, that's true. Oblivion doesn't see Greenfever as a monster. IT sees Greenfever as a children nursery rhyme character. No fear what so ever when it comes to Greenfever. We have battled all over this company and THERE WILL BE NO STOPPING US!! Call it hatred. Call it bloodlust. Call it just basic good competition. But, nevertheless, when you see both of us, in the ring, at the same time, Oblivion guarantees you will see some bloodshed!!

Dangerous just smiles as he grabs Greenfever and hits him with a quick German suplex. Greenfever's head bounces off the mat. Dangerous drops an elbow onto Greenfever, before he grabs for him. Oblivion stands back up and takes off his headset and walks over to the ring.

Shannan Lerch: Oblivion!! Where are you going?!

As Dangerous stands back up, he grabs the referee, who tries to push off Dangerous. Oblivion takes this opportunity and....

[SPEW-EW-EW-EW]

Zach Davis: Oblivion just spewed out his Blue Haze Mist into the eyes off Greenfever. Dangerous walks towards the blind Greenfever, as Stanley Moser notices Oblivion standing close to the ropes and says....

Stanley Moser: THAT'S IT!! OBLIVION...YOU.... ARE.... OUTTA HERE-ER-ER-ERE!!!

The crowd explodes with cheers, as WCF security comes out to escort Oblivion out from ringside. But, out from the crowd, comes four men dressed in black suits and wearing black glasses. They begins to attack WCF Security.

Zach Davis: Who are these four gentlemen?

Shannan Lerch: Exactly.

Zach Davis: What?!

Shannan Lerch: Exactly! They are W.H.O.... We Help Oblivion. They are coming to the aid of Oblivion.

Zach Davis: But, who are these W.H.O?

Shannan Lerch: An anonymous benefactor is paying for Oblivion's protection, since Oblivion no longer has The Society with him anymore!

The W.H.O. escorts Oblivion from ringside area. As Dangerous grabs his opponent, Greenfever swings wildly and strikes the referee.

Zach Davis: STANLEY MOSER DOWN!! STANLEY MOSER DOWN!!

Greenfever wipes away the Blue Haze Mist and sees Paul Dangerous standing in front of him and Greenfever....

[SPEW-EW-EW-EW]

Shannan Lerch: Greenfever just spewed out his Red Bile Mist into the eyes of Paul Dangerous!!

Stanley Moser struggles to stand up, as Greenfever grabs Dangerous and....

[WHAM!!]

Zach Davis: Dislocated Piledriver!!

Greenfever quickly wraps his legs around the head of Paul Dangerous...

Shannan Lerch: The Move You Fear!!

Immediately, Paul Dangerous waves his right hand, as a staggering Stanley Moser stands up and notices Dangerous tapping out.

[DING-DING-DING!!]

Zach Davis: That's it! Greenfever has won!! But he is not letting go of The Move You Fear!!

The referee is struggling with Greenfever.

Moser: Let go Greenfever!! Ring the damn bell!!

[DING-DING-DING!!!]

Greenfever begins to screech and howls out, as his eyes begins to roll back into his head. Dangerous' mouth begins to foam, as Greenfever wrenches on The Move You Fear! Moser tries to physically get involved, as Greenfever strikes at Moser, who falls backwards. Greenfever begins to attack referee Stanley Moser, the crowd erupts and running down the entrance ramp is Oblivion.

Zach Davis: Here comes Oblivion again!!

Oblivion and Greenfever begins to strike each other with quick and furious lefts and rights! WCF Security comes running down in riot gear. They enter the ring and begin to strike both Oblivion and Greenfever with their batons, But, out from nowhere, comes The W.H.O. They enter the ring and attack the security, The W.H.O. grabs Oblivion and they leave the ring. Oblivion is kicking and screaming towards Greenfever.

Oblivion: I'll get you, you son of a bitch!! Even if it's the last thing I do!!!

Jay Price Segment

The scene opens up outside of the Cow Palace as a black stretch limousine pulls up in front of the arena. The driver, an older man in his sixties dressed in a black suit with a black chauffeur hat, exits the drivers side door and walks all the way around to the back where he opens the door and holds it open. The first person to exit is Shaun Jackson, dressed in a black suit and tie that seem stretched over his muscular body. He holds his hand out as he helps his valet and girlfriend, Brooke Jones, out of the limousine and onto the sidewalk. And then last, but certainly not least, out of the limousine is the Elite People's Champion Jay Price. Dressed in custom tailored black three piece Armani suit and tie, with the Elite Title thrown over his left shoulder and the People's Title over his right, Price flashes the crowd a cocky grin. The driver shuts the door behind Price and then extends his hand as if expecting a tip. Price flashes him a glance through his dark sunglasses and the driver walks off looking rather dejected. A small group of WCF employees emerge from the arena to act as crowd control as the group moves toward the front doors.

Fans: Fuck you Price! Fuck you Price!

Price shoots the group chanting the loudest a grin as he mockingly waves to them. Shaun gives him a slight nudge on the shoulder and points to a pair of female fans dressed rather provocatively, despite the rather chilly weather. As Price turns his glance toward them, the pair lift their shirts to reveal their "pairs". Brooke punches Shaun in the arm and makes a disgusted face as they both gawk at the scene in front of them. Brooke then has to push them both to get them moving again as she shoots the girls a dirty look.

Once inside of the arena Price and Jackson both come out of the trance they were in and become refocused as they head for their respective locker rooms. As they reach Jackson's, he and Price bump fists and then he disappears inside along with Brooke. Price continues to walk down the hallway, recieving dirty looks from fellow wrestlers, backstage personnel and even the referees as he passes them. Hank Brown appears from a set of double doors at the end of the hallway and at the sight of Price, he turns and heads back the way he came from. Jay looks over at the cameraman that's been walking with him and shakes his head as he laughs.

Jay Price: Who would have thought people would be this ticked off at me for turning my back on the WCF locker room to join up with Torture and Creeping Death. I mean really, is that much of an unpopular decision?

The camera nods up and down as Price shoots the cameraman a questioning look.

Jay Price: Really? I figured people would understand the simple fact that when it comes down to it....I'm always only looking out for myself. Teaming up with Torture and Creeping Death and the rest of our little group was the only real option when it came down to having success in the business. Of course I could have fought the so called good fight against them with Oblivion and D-Day, but why? Why fight against what is surely the greatest collection of talent in, not just WCF history, but professional wrestling history? For once, D-Day and Oblivion, you both need to sit back and think clearly. Did you really think that in the long run the future of professional wrestling would side with you? It would make no sense for someone destined for greatness to be seen associating himself with the bottom of the WCF talent pool.

Cameraman: You do realize that D-Day is the current US and Television Champion right? And at one point Oblivion was the World Champion.

Jay Price: Look, Oblivion was the World Champion for what, a whole 3 weeks? He scored a fluke win over Greenfever, who let me add was never anything but a fluke to begin with, during a time period when I wasn't even in the WCF. As for D-Day, let him toil away in the bottom of the title picture, busying himself with secondary titles of no meaning. The Television Title was meant for rookies and jobbers, and despite being in WCF as long as I have, D-Day seems quite proud of himself for still being in that title picture. And the US Title? Well let's just wait and see what happens with that whole title scene.

Price lowers his sunglasses and winks at the camera before pushing them back up his nose.

Jay Price: Now if you'll excuse me...

The cameraman takes note that he and Price have stopped outside the door to Seth Lerch's office.

Jay Price:...I have a little business to take care of.

The scene fades out as Price opens the door and slips inside.

This_Is_War Team vs The Big Time Jerks

No music is playing. Ingvar and Frost enter through the crowd.

Zach Davis: Here is the This_Is_War team... this is the same Frost that has been in WCF years ago. Ingvar, however, is totally new.

Shannan Lerch: Bizarre. Just bizarre.

Ingvar and Frost stand in the ring, awaiting the Big Time Jerks.

Zach Davis: Here they come!

Here they come, indeed! The Jerks come in behind the This_Is_War team, and they have chairs!

Shannan Lerch: Uh oh!

Adams and Young hit Frost and Ingvar right in the back with the chairs!

Zach Davis: What the hell!?

The crowd is on their feet as the Jerks both Dropkick Ingvar, sending him out of the ring. They then grab Frost and hit their Shangri-La!

Shannan Lerch: Wow!

The ref is calling for the bell, as the Jerks have lost by disqualification. They slide out of the ring and quickly backpeddle up the ramp, smiling to themselves.

Zach Davis: Looks like the Jerks weren't going to wait for This_Is_War to attack... the Jerks did the attacking themselves!

Ingvar and Frost attempt to regroup in the ring, looking none too happy.


Creeping Death/Jay Price vs D-Day/Oblivion

Zach Davis: Oh! I've just received word, since the TV Title is supposed to be defended on every show, this is now a TV Title match.

Shannan Lerch: How rare.

Zach Davis: It has certainly been a while since anyone said that!

The lights in the venue suddenly cut to black as the familiar opening to "For Whom the Bell Tolls" plays. The crowd is jacked up and gets louder after every toll. After six tolls, there is silence. Then, the intro for "Blood and a Siren" by Index Case plays. After the little guitar intro, when the song gets intense, a spotlight hits the curtain and Creeping Death emerges, wearing a black hoodie with the hood up. He headbangs with the crowd as they throw up the devil horns, and he does the same back to them on his way to the ring. CD enters the ring by sliding in through the bottom rope. Inside, he walks to the far corner, leaps up and takes a seat on the top rope, awaiting the match to begin.

Shannan Lerch: I've NEVER been a Creeping Death fan as everyone knows, but... him joining with Torture and Price? Even I didn't see this coming.

All of the main lights in the arena go out as a series of red lights light up the stage, ramp and the ring. "4 Words To Choke Upon" by BFMV hits the speakers, and while it's loud enough to deafen the people even in the cheap seats, it can barely be heard over the massive booing coming from the crowd as Jay Price makes his way out onto the stage from the back, his head and most of his face hidden under the hood of a black sweatjacket. He pauses and makes sure to point out the Elite Title draped over his right shoulder...and then the People's Title draped over his left shoulder...before unzipping his black sweatjacket to reveal the still slightly burned and blackened original World Title belt, which only incites louder booing. He then makes his way down the ramp, taking his sweet time as usual as he mockingly attempts to slap a few children's hands before pulling his hand back at the last moment. He finally reaches the ring steps and climbs them, makes his way through the ropes, and then climbs up the nearest corner to the second turnbuckle. He extends both arms out to the side, raises his middle finger on both hands to the crowd and then brings his hands together in front of him. He then hops out of the corner and hands off all three titles to the referee, who nearly collapses from the massive weight, and throws his sweatjacket out into the crowd before beginning to stretch out before the match starts.

Zach Davis: Here is Jay Price. Him teaming with Torture is bizarre also.. I mean, yes, they were in the ToT together, but... still. I can't get over it.

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.

Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 295 pounds, from the deepest, darkest part of a sick man's psyche...... O-O-O-OBLI-I-IVI-I-I-I-O-O-O-O-NN-N-NN-N!!!

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, as the Bradley explodes with boos and some cheers. Oblivion has it's arms extended outward, with it's index fingers pointing. Oblivion's bodyguard, Havok stands behind him. As the guitar solo begins, lazers flash throughout the arena. Thunder-like sounds rattle the arena, as lighting strike-like sounds shake the foundation of the Bradley Center, as the music continues. Oblivion slowly stands up, with it's arms extended outward, spins around. Several members of The Gathering begin to slink out, what seems like from out of nowhere. As Oblivion and Havok get to ringside, It pops it's neck, as Oblivion holds it's arms outward. Havok rubs his gloved hands together and adjusts his own neck. The Gathering continues to slink around, tormenting the crowd, nearby. Oblivion slides under the ring ropes, as Havok climbs over the top rope. Oblivion walks over to a corner and climbs up to the second turnbuckle and raises it's arms to an mostly cheering crowd. Oblivion jumps down and walks over to the center of the ring. The Gathering slither away under the ring, with blood on their hands. Several thousand cameras flash throughout the arena, as Oblivion strikes a muscular pose.

Lies in the name of God!!!!!

Shannan Lerch: And yep, here is Oblivion. Between him and D-Day, they've been two of the most outspoken people against the This_Is_War group.

Its My Life by Bon Jovi plays in the speakers. The lights are dim.The lights flash on to D-Day walking out to the top of the ramp with his belt and falls on his knees and throws his arms in the air, as soon as he throws them in the air fire works go off and surround him. The screen shows all of D-Day moments of his dead and forgotten special move. As also the screen shows a ring then the words in white and in cursive, the words D-Day. When D-Day get in the ring he raises his hands to his name on the screen and followed by all of the titles he has held in the WCF.

Zach Davis: D-Day just found out his TV Title would be on the line.. wonder if that is going to have an effect on this match at all?

With little to no discussion between the two men, Price decides to start the match for his team. And Oblivion for his.

Shannan Lerch: There is the bell.. here we go.

Price runs at Oblivion, going for a quick takedown, but Oblivion avoids him. Oblivion throws Price to the ropes and then hits a big Clothesline. Price goes down, gets back up. Oblivion kicks him in the gut and DDTs him to the ground!

Zach Davis: Nice move. Oblivion just spiked Price's head into the ground.

Oblivion pins Price quick.

One.

Two.

No, Price kicks out. Oblivion then tags in D-Day! D-Day gets in the ring and takes Price down with a Neckbreaker as he comes in! But he's quickly met with a Springboard Dropkick from Creeping Death.

Shannan Lerch: What is CD doing?

Zach Davis: I guess he isn't a big fan of D-Day.

CD gets back on the apron, but only long enough for Price to tag him in. CD Springboards again, this time getting D-Day with a Flying Headscissors. D-Day gets back on his feet once more and CD lifts him up... and hits a Death Valley Driver!

Shannan Lerch: Oof!

CD pins him.

One!

Two!

No, D-Day kicks out.

Zach Davis: Almost had a new TV Champ already.

CD picks D-Day up and goes for some kind of Vertical Suplex move, but D-Day slides behind him and executes a Backbreaker! He quickly tags Oblivion back in.

Shannan Lerch: Yeah.. D-Day doesn't want to be in this match if he doesn't HAVE to be. He doesn't want to be pinned and lose his belt.

Oblivion comes in and goes for a big kick, but CD catches it.. only for Oblivion to follow up with an Enziguri! Oblivion then starts stomping on every part of Creeping Death's body

Zach Davis: S.T.O.M.P.!

Oblivion climbs to the top rope.

Shannan Lerch: Is he trying to finish CD off already? Is he going for thh Bi-Polar?

We don't get a chance to find out, as CD gets to his feet and jumps onto the top rope with him. CD kicks Oblivion, causing him to drop onto the turnbuckle and CD then executes a big Hurricanrana!

Zach Davis: Hurricanrana! Or Frankensteiner if you'd like to call it that.

Shannan Lerch: I doubt CD would.

Oblivion hits the mat, and CD tags Price back in. Price comes in and starts stomping mercilessly at Oblivion.

Zach Davis: Its still bizarre to see Price and CD working as a group... blah.

Price picks Oblivion up and puts him in a Headlock, tagging CD back in once again. CD climbs to the top and jumps down, hitting an Axe Handle Smash. Oblivion clutches his back as he staggers away. CD spins Oblivion around and puts him in the Tombstone position..

Shannan Lerch: He's going for the Black Fire Upon Us!

..But no! Oblivion reverses it, and Tombstones CD himself!

Shannan Lerch: Wow!

Zach Davis: Reversal out of nowhere!

Oblivion tags in D-Day! D-Day gets in the ring as CD is stumbling up. Oblivion runs at Price, Clotheslining him, sending both men over the top. And D-Day hits CD with the Dead and Forgotten!

Shannan Lerch: This could be it!

D-Day pins CD!

One!

Two!

Three!

Zach Davis: That is it! D-Day and Oblivion win!

D-Day's music hits as he exits the ring, smiling.

Shannan Lerch: D-Day has gotten SOME measure of revenge on the This_Is_War group!

Zach Davis: I doubt this is over, Shannan. This is FAR from over...

 


Rick Mad vs Logan

Evenflow by Pearl Jam hits.

Zach Davis: Rick Mad, one of many of the surprise members from This_is_War.

Rick Mad steps out. The fans boo him as he walks to the ring, ignoring them. He slides in, climbs up a turnbuckle and poses as green pyro shoots from the other three turnbuckles.

Shannan Lerch: And, surprisingly, he's came out alone.

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. 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 raise lifting the WCF World Heavyweight Championship 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: Logan and Rick Mad. One on one. World title.

Logan hands his title off to the referee, and the bell rings. Rick Mad and Logan instantly go face to face trash talking one another.

Shannan Lerch: I don't think the tension has even been stronger between these two.

Zach Davis: It's no secret that Rick and Logan have a very long history, but, you've got to wonder how Logan feels about Rick now that's aligned himself with Torture.

And Logan fires the first shot! Rick Mad stumbles backwards, and then walks right back into another right hand from Logan, and another, and another! Logan whips Mad to the ropes, Mad comes back and Logan nearly takes his head off with a vicious closeline! Mad goes down. The fans attempt to cheer Logan's efforts, but, he quickly deny's that, yelling at them to "SHUT UP!" which in turn makes them once again boo him. Logan brings Mad to his feet and whips him into the turnbuckle. Logan charges at Rick with another closeline looking to smash him into the corner, but, no! Rick Mad gets a leg up and Logan's jaw bounces off his boot. Logan hits the mat, cupping his chin, and wrenching in pain. Rick Mad takes advantage, hopping up on the second rung off the turnbuckle and flying off with a perfectly executed elbow drop onto Logan's chest. Logan clinches his chest, rolling around the ring in pain. Rick Mad follows up, sending stiff boots into Logan's sore chest.

Zach Davis: Rick Mad taking an early control of this match.

Logan continues clutching his chest during Rick's assault of stomps. Mad finally brings the weakened Face of Treachery to his feet, and crashes him back down to the mat with a quick devastating snap suplex. Rick Mad scoops Logan back up, another snap suplex! Mad drops down, hooks the leg.

One!

Two!

Logan kicks out.

Shannan Lerch: Rick Mad doing his best to work Logan down.

Rick Mad grabs Logan by his hair, and hooks his head, setting him up for a Mad DDT! No! Logan knows all too well what's coming, jabbing Rick Mad's side. Logan breaks free and wraps his arms around Rick Mad.. belly to belly suplex! Rick flies across the ring but manages to get back to his feet rather quickly, where Logan keeps on, spearing Mad down to the ground, raining lefts and rights! Rick Mad avoids some of the strikes, rolling out of Logan's fists, grabbing Logan's arm, trading places with him and locking him in an arm bar!

Zach Davis: Mad showing his gifted technical side.

Rick Mad cranks back on Logan's arm, Logan stretches his free hand out to the ropes but is too far away. Logan manages to fight to his feet, bringing Mad with him, but Mad refuses to release the hold! Logan reserves the momentum, and gets out of it hitting Rick with a Japanese arm drag! Mad hops back to his feet, Logan, again, takes Rick back down with another arm drag. Rick Mad, still maintaining his energy, yet again quickly gets to his feet. Logan's now limp arm throws a sloppy closeline, Mad ducks it, slips behind Logan and wraps him up into a sleeper!

Shannan Lerch: For someone who hasn't wrestled in a long time, Rick Mad is really looking good against the world champ.

Zach Davis: Well, not just that, but, Rick Mad knows how Logan wrestles better than anyone. They both respectively trained in Stu Hart's dungeon.

The sleeper hold begins to take Logan down, dropping to both knees. Rick Mad keeps cranking, and, eventually, Logan is laying on his side with Rick Mad right on him keeping the sleeper applied. Logan's eyes roll over and shut. The referee drops to his side and lifts his arm, and, it drops without any sign of life. The referee raises his arm again, and, again.. it drops.

Zach Davis: Oh, man. If Logan doesn't wake up we've got a new world champion.

The referee lifts Logan's arm for the last time and drops it, but, just before it can hit the mat, Logan opens his eyes and shoots his arm up into the air. Rick Mad looks EXTREMELY frustrated, knowing that he was just a spilt second away from defeating Logan. Logan manages to climb to his feet, Rick Mad still holding on for dear life, Logan elbows Rick's side, Rick is forced to let go, Logan slips behind Mad and NOW locks him into a sleeper! Rick Mad's eyes get wide, Logan smells blood, and flips over Rick's shoulder going for the Connector! No! Rick manages to grab Logan in mid-flight, and drops him crotch first onto the top rope. Logan straddles the ropes, holding his groin in pain. Rick Mad takes advantage of Logan's fragile state, ripping him off the ropes with a forearm that sends Logan crashing onto the outside mat.

Shannan Lerch: Nasty spill.

Rick Mad follows Logan outside, bringing him to his feet, and whipping him into the steel steps! THUD! Logan shoulder rams the steel, crumbling down to his back next to the steps. Rick Mad pulls Logan to his feet and pushes him back into the ring. Rick Mad slides back in, as well, pinning Logan.

One!

Two!

Logan manages to get the shoulder up despite just being thrown into steel steps like a crash dummy. Even though he couldn't get him pinned, having successfully weakened Logan throughout the match, Rick knows he still has the upperhand here. Rick Mad drags Logan by his feet out into the middle of the ring, and hooks his legs, flipping him over and clamping in a sharpshooter! Logan pounds the mat, screaming.

Shannan Lerch: This is it!

Zach Davis: Logan has NEVER tapped out in his wrestling career. And, how ironic would it be if he did against one his own moves, the sharpshooter.

Shannan Lerch: You mean.. the Loganshoo--

Zach Davis: Yeah.

Logan begins crawling, managing to take Rick Mad with him. Logan inches closer, and closer, and closer to the ropes, he reaches out a hand, but just before he can grab them, Rick Mad yanks Logan away and pulls him back out to the middle of the ring. Logan's eyes fill with fear, he realizes this could be it, that his triumphant victory at War could be short lived. Rick Mad cranks back harder, the possibility of winning the world title just inches from his grasp now. But, no! Logan, with every drop of energy left in his body, manages to shift his weight and flip Mad over onto his back and off of him. Logan nearly crawls to the ropes, grabbing onto them, desperately, and using them to climb back to his feet, but, Rick is already back up, and he charges at Logan slamming him into the turnbuckle. Logan falls back into the corner, leaning into them for support, and Rick begins chopping away at his chest.

Zach Davis: Shades of Ric Flair.

The crowd, of course, "WOOOO's" after every loud smack of Rick's backhand bouncing off Logan's chest. However, Logan soon turns the tables, slipping out of the corner, and throwing Rick Mad into it! Logan fires off with revenge, chopping Rick's chest. Logan stops, backing up, sizing Rick up as Rick Mad stumbles out of the corner holding his chest in pain... IMPACT STYLE! Logan executes it, perfectly, but then goes down and lays on his back, clearly exhausted at this point.

Shannan Lerch: If Logan can get to Rick Mad and pin him, then this might be it.

Logan realizes he needs to make the pinfall to put this match away. Logan slowly crawls over to Mad's downed body, and drapes an arm over his chest.

One!

Two!

THRRR--?!

No! Rick Mad gets his shoulder up just in the nick of time. Logan rolls over on his back, shaking his head, but soon begins to slowly stir to his feet.

Zach Davis: Rick Mad really dominated this match up until the Impact Style, and it's beginning to show on Logan.

Logan grabs the ring ropes, using them to pull himself up, and once he's up, a bit of energy reemerges. He carries himself over to the downed Rick, grabbing at his hair, and yanking him up to his feet. But, Rick Mad explodes out of nowhere, hitting Logan with a sick forearm, and then whipping him to the ropes. Logan hits the ropes, bounces off, runs back to Rick with a closeline, Rick ducks, and the referee eats a closeline by Logan! The referee rolls into the corner, holding his neck. Rick Mad charges at Logan, and Logan manages to use Rick's momentum to hit a Samoan drop! Logan drops down and rolls out of the ring, grabbing the world title left on the outside. Logan slides back in, world title in hand, stalking Rick Mad.

Shannan Lerch: Logan looking to take advantage with the referee down.

Rick Mad, still feeling the effects of the Samoan drop, takes a little time getting to his feet. He does, however, and slowly stumbles around to catch Logan charging at him with the world title. Rick Mad counters! Rick gets Logan in the stomach, grabs the title from him, backs up a bit, and then smashes the heavy gold championship over Logan's head. Logan doesn't go down, entirely, no.. he awkwardly bounces off the ropes and stumbles forward into the middle of the ring, and bam! Rick clocks Logan again with the belt. This time, Logan's legs go out from underneath him and he falls backwards flat on his back.

Zach Davis: Holy crap. That actually busted Logan open! He's bleeding!

Indeed, a little blood trickles down Logan's forehead and over his closed eyes. Rick Mad notices that the referee is beginning to show signs of life, so, he throws the title out of the ring and covers Logan. The referee stirs, finally coming to, crawling over to the pinfall. Rick Mad, still hooking Logan's leg, curses at the official to hurry, and then, finally.. the referee slowly slaps his hand down on the mat.

One.....

...

Two....

....

Shannan Lerch: New world champion?!

Thre-- NO! Logan thrusts his arm over just before the referee's hand could hit. Rick Mad is ready to end this, he reaches down, grabbing Logan's already worked legs, and straps him up in a figure four leglock! Logan instantly comes back to life, angrily shouting out as Rick works his legs, blood now seeping down over his lips and into his mouth. Logan bites down onto his own fist, trying anything to avoid or take his mind off the pain. Rick Mad glares on across from their entangled legs, staring intently at Logan, waiting for the bloodied mess to pass out or tap. Logan's pain takes a turn into a different direction. Suddenly, his reaction seems to be more joyful than painful. Logan's head drops back onto the mat, his hands run through his hair, and he begins laughing wildly. Rick Mad, seemingly a little confused by this, still keeps the vicious figure four locked in, despite Logan's current orgasmic state.

Zach Davis: ...whoa.

Shannan Lerch: Is Rick Mad getting Logan off via figure four?

Logan, clearly, has transformed his pain into arousal. Sitting up, pounding his fists on his knees, begging Rick Mad to crank harder, and he does. Eventually, after several disturbing minutes, Rick Mad sees no point in continuing, breaking the hold free. Despite Logan's enthusiasm for the move, it's still taken it's toll, as Logan coils his legs up, nursing them. Rick Mad reaches down and grabs Logan up, Logan limps to his feet, and Rick hooks his arm around his head, and lifts him high in the air!

Zach Davis: Madplex!

NO! Logan drops down behind Rick Mad and hits a backbody drop. Logan, again, uses the ropes to pull himself up, and crashes down onto Rick with a bionic elbow. Logan completes this procedure a few more times until he's pleasantly satisfied with dropping elbows into Rick's head, and then.. he drops down, and pins Rick.

One!

Two!

Mad kicks out. Logan lifts his face from the mat, looking over at Rick and smiling. Logan pushes himself to his feet, and the brings Mad to his. Logan grabs Rick Mad and executes a brutal spinebuster. Logan, again, drops down and pins Rick.

One!

Two!

Thrr--

Mad kicks out. Logan yet again smiles, suspiciously pleased, wiping some blood off his face. Logan picks Rick Mad back up, but, no, Rick isn't finished! He swamps Logan with a right, Logan stumbles around and then walks right into a kick to the gut from Rick, followed by a Mad DD-- NO! Logan sends his forearm between Rick's legs before he can pull the move off. The referee doesn't manage to see it, either! Rick stands, groaning, hands tucked between his legs. Logan moves in, cupping Rick Mad's face in his hands, and plants a big fat smooch on Rick!

Zach Davis: Logan just keeps getting fuckin' weirder and weirder.

Rick, still in low blow pain, still manages to look stunned by Logan's surprising Bugs Bunny-like kiss. Logan backs up, and hits the Impact Style! Rick Mad falls backwards into the ropes, bounces forward, and stumbles right into THE CONNECTOR!

One!

Two!

Three!

Shannan Lerch: Logan retains!

The referee hands the title back to Logan, which, Logan uses to hit the referee over the head with. Logan clings onto the world title, stumbling around the ring, a little light headed from the loss of blood.

Zach Davis: This was... an interesting match... to say the least. Logan retains in his first Title defense, at any rate!

Shannan Lerch: No answers tonight, Zach... Maybe next week?

Mad rolls out of the ring, backpeddling up the ramp as Logan, woozy, holds up the World Title to big cheers. Slam fades to black.