Hall of Fame/Of The Year Ceremony Intro
Hall of Fame: PC Cradle
Least Valuable Player Award
Hall of Fame: Mace
Tag Team of the Year Award
Roleplay of the Year
Seth Lerch/Jay Price Segment
Hall of Fame: Brad Kane
Feud of the Year Award
Hall of Fame: Outcast
Newcomer of the Year Award
Hall of Fame: Hellz Angel
Hall of Fame: Gravedigger
Hall of Fame: Creeping Death
Match of the Year Award
...And The Rest
Hall of Fame: Logan

Hall of Fame/Of The Year Ceremony Intro

Kids by MGMT plays, and we open up live once more in the Guiliano Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas, Nevada. Zach Davis and Shannan Lerch stand on stage at a podium, dressed in a suit and a dress, respectively. The audience is full of WCF wrestling fans, sitting patiently, waiting for the show to begin.

Zach Davis: Welcome to the WCF Hall of Fame Ceremony and Of The Year Award Show!

Pop from the crowd.

Shannan Lerch: Tonight we honor such men as Mace, Gravedigger, Hellz Angel, Madd Dogg..

The crowd is booing.

Zach Davis: And Outcast, PC Cradle, Epic, Skyler Striker, Frank Bates, Reckless Jack, Creeping Death, and Logan!

The crowd pops this time; Shannan looks annoyed.

Shannan Lerch: We'll also find out who won such awards as Wrestler of the Year, World Champion of the Year, US Champion of the Year, Feud of the Year, Newcomer of the Year, and more!

Zach Davis: Let's go!

Hall of Fame: PC Cradle

Shannan Lerch: The first man we're going to induct into the Hall of Fame tonight is one of the first superstars WCF ever really created. PC Cradle.

Big pop for Cradle.

Zach Davis: Former World Champion and One main eventer... without further adieu.. here he is!

Get to the Gone by Static X hits and the crowd erupts! They stand up, clapping, as PC Cradle steps out. He's not in wrestling shape anymore but he's aged relatively well. He's wearing a nice suit and tie as he steps up to the podium.

PC Cradle: Thank you, thank you. I don't have too much to say. I've been retired from the wrestling world for a few years now, but I'm glad that my contributions haven't been forgotten. I just hope that while I'm up here, Defman isn't in the back trying to kidnap a member of my family.

Laughs.

PC Cradle: Seriously though, he and I tore the house down every single night we worked together. I got to be in the T.o.T... the REAL T.o.T., I might add.. with Logan, got to be Tag Team Champions, Hardcore Champion, Television Champion, and I got to be the WCF World Champion. I main evented One, along with Madd Dogg. Only a handful of men can say they've main evented this PPV, and gotta be honest, I'm damn excited for next week. Torture, I've been in the ring with you, I know what you're all about. And Slickie is one of my new favorites. Can't wait for that matchup.

Polite applause from the crowd for Cradle putting over the current wrestlers.

PC Cradle: So again, thank you very much for this award. If you're wondering how I've been since leaving wrestling, no worries. I'm doing great. I love you all, and thank you.

Get to the Gone plays again as Cradle shakes hands with Zach and Shannah before exiting the stage.

Least Valuable Player Award

Zach Davis: We have a very interesting award to present next...

Shannan Lerch: The Least Valuable Player award.

Zach Davis: I'm not quite 100% sure what this award entails, but regardless-

Suddenly, Master of Puppets starts playing. The crowd begins to boo.

Zach Davis: I'm getting out of here.

Zach steps to the side as Seth steps out and the crowd keeps booing. Seth is dressed fancy, for once, wearing a full suit. He shakes hands with his sister and steps up to the podium.

Seth Lerch: No.. you fools.. I did NOT win the Least Valuable Player award.

Booing.

Seth Lerch: But I DO want to present the trophy to the people that did.

A quick "SUPERFANS!" chant starts, Seth snickers to himself.

Seth Lerch: That's right.. and take a look at the trophy!

Seth pulls up the trophy... and it has a butt on it. And says "Butthurt of the Year."

Seth Lerch: Presenting... THE SUPERFANS!

Muse by Hysteria hits and, of course, the fans begin to boo. They boo even more when two midgets walked out, dressed like Mark and Marc. They walk up to Seth and Seth hands them the Butthurt trophy. They raise it in the air like they won a huge award before going to the podium to try and give a speech.. but, of course, they're too short. The Marc midget gets angry and runs over to Shannan, grabbing her cordless microphone.

Marc Midget: Seth, you asshole! First you hire us to play the Superfans at Helloween against Torture and Slickie, then you tell us that the Team of Torture doesn't like the idea and thinks it is too silly! Now you embarrass us like this!? We're never working for you again!

Marc Midget and Mark Midget run up and both kick Seth in the shins. Seth doubles over and the midgets run off with the Butthurt trophy. Shannan tries to help Seth up, but he shoves her away and walks backstage. Shannan and Zach go back to the podium.

Zach Davis: Well.. that was... hahahah, sorry Shannan. I think Seth deserved it.

Shannan Lerch: No comment.

Hall of Fame: Mace

Zach Davis: The next man we're about to induct into the Hall of Fame is the first ever WCF World Champion.

Shannan Lerch: Mace was an NCW legend as half of the Ruff Rydaz with his partner Jax. He first found singles success in WCF, however, winning the first ever War style match and even coming "back from the dead" after we thought he'd been killed in a car accident. So here he is!

Call the Ambulance by Busta Rhymes plays and out comes Mace! The fans give him a nice round of applause. He's accompanied by Jax and AJ Jam, also former WCF stars.

Mace: Yo! Gonna make this short and sweet.. just like my Title run.

The fans laugh at Mace's self deprecating joke.

Mace: Glad to be honored here, glad to have my brothers Jam and Jax here. Jax and I better be back next year to be inducted as a Tag Team! Because as the Ruff Rydaz used to say... RYDE OR DIE!

Mace takes his trophy as his music hits again and the crowd once again applauds him. He raises his arms in the air as he, Jax and Jam head to the back.

Tag Team of the Year Award

Zach Davis: Introducing next... the Tag Team of the Year.

Shannan Lerch: Granted.. we all hate these guys. But they've stuck with WCF since they've arrived and they're the Tag Team Champions so we kinda have to respect them.. even though they're Jerks.

"Super Villian" by Powerman 5000 starts playing as black balloons starting falling from the ceiling and a montage of the Big Time Jerks starts playing. Up comes Adam Young in a black Ralph Loren suit, black dress shirt, white tie, black dress shoes and black Oakley shades. Austin Adams walks up wearing a black pinstripe suit, white dress shirt, black tie and black dress shoes. Alyssa comes up wearing black hot pants, a black BTJ baby doll t-shirt and black fuck me pumps with a sucker in her mouth.

Adam Young: What else did you expect, the Superfans to win. We came in told everyone we would now be the team to beat. We ran the Superfans out of WCF and put Tank out of wrestling. We are cooler than water in a swimming pool. They say we are cocky and we say so what. We have locked up with the best WCF has to offer and showed everyone why we are a eleven time World tag team champions. We have noone to thank but ourselves. We don't care if you like or love us cause we do things our way.

Austin Adams: In one week we take out two more tag teams and who will Seth send after us next, Torture. Oh wait he already tried that and we beat him like a rented mule. Face facts WCF in 2010 it shall be a BTJ year now chew on that.

Super Villian plays again as the Jerks raise their awards up in the air to a chorus of boos. They leave the stage.

Roleplay of the Year

Logan: You.. are.. so.. beautiful.. to.. me.

Rolling around in bed with a picture of Megan's face framed in a black and red frame is, Logan. Only suited in a pair of white too small for his waist underwear, love handles dangle over the sides of the cotton material while he playfully rolls around the bed with a picture of Brad Kane's loved one.

Logan: You.. are.. so.. beautiful..

Clinging the picture tightly to his chest.

Logan: To meee!

Bringing the photo to his mouth, he romantically kisses it. This sight is disturbing, maybe not as bad as the time he got intimate with an english man in a hotdog get up, but it scores on the top five of what fat washed up wrestlers do on their spare time. Crawling off the bed, he raises to the feet, rubbing a hand over his stomach indicating he's hungry. The picture frame of Megan Kane is tucked into the front of his underwear before he scurries off to the kitchen. Now inside the comfort of the hotdog'd aroma kitchen, he sits down at the table after grabbing a premade snack out of the fridge. Megan's picture is sat next to his plate piled with hotdogs.

Logan: Last night was magical, thank you.

After taking a huge bite of hotdog, he leans in kissing the glass frame of the photo, leaving a bit of mustard on Megan's lips.

Logan: Oh.. uh, you've got a little.. um..

Addressing the photograph, he wets the end of his finger by licking it and then wiping the mustard contents off the photo.

Logan: There we go, you look much better now.. heh, even though I probably would eat you with mustard, baby.

Toning his voice into an higher pitch.

Megan (logan's voice): Oh, Romeo. Hehe.

Logan: You doll.

Throwing a sly smile into the direction of Megan's photo before taking another gulp of hotdog. All the while he chews he stares into Megan's eyes.

Logan: Hungry? ..Yeah?

Pushing the end of his half eaten hotdog against the picture.

Megan (logan's voice): Yum. Yum.

Logan: Eat up honey bun, for your going need some energy when we do the "you know what" again.

Winking, he really felt that line sealed the deal. Score!

Megan (logan's voice): If only God made every man like you.

They share a brief laugh together which composes of Logan laughing in high pitched than in normal tone.

Megan (logan's voice): So, um, Logan.. I was thinking.

Standing up from the kitchen table he pinches his own nipples.

Logan: Yes my love?!

Megan (logan's voice): OHehehe, no, no silly not that.

Shrugging, he sits back down.

Logan: Oh, because I was close to arguing that last nights nipple treatment left things a little raw, and any more nip play might as well be torture from here on out.

Megan (logan's voice): I was thinking, how about today you put a little ketchup on your hotdog?

Completely applaud, hotdog fragments spit through his lips shooting across the table.

Logan: What?!

Megan (logan's voice): Well, I dunno.. ketchup goes great on hotdogs.

His face emotionless as he blinks staring into the photo.

Logan: Your not over Brad, I fuckin' knew it. What's your goal here? Hm? You getting a kick out of this?

Megan (logan's voice): Ketchup!

He scrambles away from the photo, nearly falling over his chair as he does so, he does manage to grab another hotdog from the plate before he gets within safe distance of Megan's photograph. He bites into the hotdog, a look of shock overwhelming his face.

Logan: I thought you said we'd put the past behind us. Your not over Kane, your working for him aren't you? I knew this thing smelt fishy from the get go. Huh?! You manage to bug this place too while I was sleeping? You dirty Brad lover. You dirty spy. Rot in hell with your ketchup!

In a fit of rage he throws the hotdog at Megan's picture, knocking it off the table and shattering the glass frame into pieces. After a triumphant moment, he soon realizes what he's done, empathically rushing over to the destroyed photo trying to piece it back together.

Seth Lerch/Jay Price Segment

Jay Price is in his locker room with Hank Brown, who has been trying to get an interview for most of the night. At the moment Price is buttoning up his dress shirt while he checks himself out in the mirror.

Jay Price: I am one sexy beast.

Hank Brown: Agreed. Now Jay about las..

Jay Price: Hank tell me you didn't just agree with me.

Hank Brown: Well I.. ummm. I was just trying to...

Jay Price: Trying to what?

Hank Brown: Trying to get a...

Jay Price: You are a sick man Mr. Brown. A VERY sick man. Get out of my locker room.

Hank Brown: But I..

Jay Price: I said get out. Don't make me bitch slap you again.

A dejected Hank Brown slumps his head in shame and walks to the door. He opens and goes to leave but bumps into Seth Lerch.

Hank Brown: Oh sorry Seth.

Seth Lerch: That's Mr. Lerch to you. Now get out of here.

Hank walks off as Seth walks into Price's locker room.

Seth Lerch: Jay Price. Just the man I was looking for.

Jay Price: Oh goody another person to bother me. What do you want Lerch?

Seth Lerch: Wanted to talk to you about One-

Jay Price: Seth we've been through this already. I told you that I want nothing to do with your little plan to help me.

Seth Lerch: No, Jay. No. I'm asking you for a favor.

Jay Price: A Favor? Lerch, I swear if this is one of your sick fantasies..

Seth Lerch: UGH. No. I need YOU to interfere for ME in my match against Brad Kane. After I decided to put him in the Hall of Fame tonight, I still don't believe he's doing this to me. But there is no WAY I'm going on a date with the Hotdog Mascot. So I need you to come out and make sure that Brad Kane doesn't beat me. Its an Advantage match, and having you out there sure would be the ultimate advantage, if I do say so myself.

Jay Price: For once I'll actually agree with you. Having me come out to save your ass would be a huge advantage. And just think of the things you could do for the ToT if you once again had full power of your own company. You know what Lerch, I have a really good feeling that you're going to win this match.

Seth Lerch: Jay thank you so much. I mean could you imagine me out on a date with that.....that thing.

Jay Price: Whoa there cowboy, settle down. Why are you thanking me? I said I had a good feeling that you were going to win. I never said that I was going to help you. See I actually listened to some of what you said last week, and you were right. There is no way that Logan can win this match, and if I have to worry about saving you from Brad Kane, then my mind might become unfocused. Don't get me wrong, I'd love to stick it to that pompous jackass after what he did last week, but I'm not going to risk my own match to help you.

Seth Lerch: Oh come ON, what the hell-

Jay Price: Sorry Seth. Gotta go.

Jay leaves the room, leaving Seth alone, mouth agape.

Seth Lerch: God damnit, Jay...

Seth walks out as well.

Hall of Fame: Brad Kane

Cue to Zach and Shannan standing in their positions with microphones in their hands.

Zach Davis: Well Shannan, its time for another induction into the Hall of Fame this evening.

Shannan Lerch: How right you are Zach. Our next man who will be stepping up to the podium is a former World Champion, United States Champion, first ever Cruiserweight Champion and he won a War Games match too.

Zach Davis: He used to be Reckless Jack but now he goes by his real name...

Shannan Lerch: Ladies and Gentlemen, Brad Kane!

The crowd begins to cheer and clap as Brad walks out from the back with a giant smile on his face. Camera cuts to his entire family sitting in the front row. Megan is trying not to cry while his older children are smiling. Brad steps up to the microphone and calms everyone down.

Brad Kane: You know when this Hall of Fame was announced a couple of months back I kept thinking to myself there is no way I'd find myself standing here on this stage with the rest of the first class. I'd figured I'd end up with the second or third class but when I heard my name on the last Slam that was annoucing who was going in, I was shocked. This'll sound a bit weird since we hate each other right now but once Seth got backstage I gave him a handshake and thanked him.

A few nice claps as he pauses.

Brad Kane: I remember when I got my start here in WCF. I had just finished my training and I joined because we all need to start somewhere and WCF never turns anyone down. Unless you happen to be Ellis but that's an entirely different story. Creeping Death must've saw something that he liked and he was my first big feud right off the bat. Here I was this rookie going against another future Hall of Famer. I felt so overwhelmed during this whole start because who was I to be in a postition like that.

Another short pause from Brad while he collects his thoughts.

Brad Kane: But that was just the tip of the iceberg known as my career here. From there I'd start a long standing feud with Nate Nytro that I can always look back on fondly. We had so much fun doing that. Then I moved onto the World Title for a month and a half before I lost it to another Hall of Famer, Outcast. Then from there the dark ages started and that was a bad time for me. No matter though, it's been pretty fun here during my stay.

You guessed it, another pause.

Brad Kane: Uh there are quite a few people that I'd like to thank for helping me get to this point. First and foremost is Seth Lerch for putting up with all my crap the past five years. Like a few people I haven't always seen eye to eye with him but he always gives second and third and forth chances. So thanks Seth. Next is anyone I've ever wrestled against. That's a lot of people but without them, none of us would be in this sort of position. So you know we all have a place in our hearts for one another no matter what we say. I'd like to thank my wife for saving me a couple of years ago from myself. You all know she's my angel so I'll leave it at that.

More clapping from the crowd.

Brad Kane: So thanks again for this honor and next Sunday should be a hellva show. Thank you!

With that said, Brad waves to the crowd and walks away.

Feud of the Year Award

Zach Davis: Introducing next... accepting the award for Feud of the Year... Mikami himself!

Mikami appears on the stage, sharply dressed as usual, and walks up to the podium.

Mikami: Thank you. Thank you. I am sorry, I do not have a speech prepared. I was not expecting this. To be honest, I did not realize I was eligible for this award. How did I win this again?

The audience laughs.

Mikami: No, really, who did I defeat to get this? Logan? Ryan Daniels?

Kyle Steel: Steve Carr.

Mikami: ...what?

Kyle Steel: Steve Ca--

Mikami snaps.

Mikami: Steve Carr is dead! He no longer exists!

Kyle Steel: Yes, but--

Mikami: No, you do not understand. He is GONE. He does not exist. This AWARD does not exist!

Mikami smashes the trophy into the podium, breaking the trophy. The top part of the podium also cracks. Mikami hits it with what is left of the trophy and it falls apart. He storms off.

Zach Davis: Wow, he just went nuts there.

Shannan Lerch: Good thing WCF staff is always prepared for this sort of thing!

Staffers are indeed replacing the podium as Mikami slams a door shut.

Hall of Fame: Outcast

Zach Davis: Up next... a man that defined WCF from the very beginning. A man that is synonymous with not only WCF, but WCF's "parent" as it were, NCW... Outcast!

God of Thunder begins to fill the room, as well as the applauds as Outcast steps out onto the stage. He is not dressed for the occasions though, coming out in his traditional jeans and black T-shirt. He walks up the podium.

Outcast: Today is a milestone in WCF history that will be remembered for years to come. Today we do something that we normally don't do. We take a moment, and we reminisce. We get to stop paving the way for future generations, and we look at the road that was paved beforehand. We get to honor those who put their bodies, minds, and sometimes lives on the line for the fans. WCF has been around for a decade. In that decade she has produced so many great superstars, many of which I am glad to see here tonight. You have to forgive me, I am not very good when it comes to these sort of things. To be honest, when Brad Kane told me I was being inducted, I though he was fucking with me. Imagine my surprise a few days later when Seth called, and asked me to come to Las Vegas for this event. Seth I know we haven't always seen eye to eye, but I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart. If it wasn't for you and WCF I don't think I would be the man I am today. I also want to thank so many of my alumni here today. Logan, thank you for the many memorable feuds. I still don't think any pair in the WCF has shed more blood than you and I. Brad Kane, thank you for always being there. Some of my most memorable matches where with you. Creeping Death...well your just a crazy bastard and I personally thank you for that. For the rest of you...I also want to say thank you. No one man could of made WCF what it is today. I like to think it took all of us. So, in closing I would like to say thank you for this distinguished honor, thank you WCF. Oh, and to the rookies, the young bloods I would like to say that if you keep up what you are doing, if you go balls tot he wall and take no shit from no one, then soon I will be attending your induction into the WCF Hall of Fame. Thank you all, good night.

Outcast waves at the crowd. Seth appears on stage, and Outcast shakes Seth's hand as he receives his trophy. The crowd continues to give him a standing ovation as he exits.

Newcomer of the Year Award

Shannan Lerch is standing in the ring, a microphone in her right hand and a trophy in her left.

Shannan Lerch: Ladies and Gentleman it gives me great pleasure to announce your 2009 Newcomer Of The Year.

The crowd stands up in their seats, buzzing with anticipation of the announcement.

Shannan Lerch: And your winner is....

The lights in the arena all go out except for two spotlights shining in the ring. The spotlights pan out into the crowd and begin circling the people in attendence as they all stand up and begin booing.

The spotlights go out and blasts of red and white pyro go off from the ends of the stage. The spotlights come back on, this time focused on the center of the stage as Lloyd Banks "Lights, Camera, Packin" begins blasting out of the arena's PA system. The big screen is still black but the word Kiladelphia, written in bold white letters, begins fading in and out. One more blast of red and white pyro go off at the ends of the stage as silver sparks rain down on the center. Jay Price steps out from behind the falling sparks with his head down, both spotlights now focused on him. He's dressed for the occasion, wearing a black three-piece Armani suit and dark sunglasses. The big screen is now showing various moments from Price's career, including his win over Anastasia Petrova where he won the TV Title, the moment at WAR where he stood proudly alongside Torture after aligning himself with the ToT, and various instances of him hitting the Busted Grill and Kiladelphia Driver.

Price stands at the top of the ramp as the crowd begins booing him and chanting random obscenities at him, but he shows no signs of caring what they think. The lights at this time are still out as both spotlights continue to shine on him. He lifts his head and stares down his opponent with a smirk on his face. He begins to walk down the ramp slowly, taking his time to make the opponent wait on him. As he makes his way to the ring steps the crowds booing intensifies because he is taking his time, but he doesn't give a shit. He finally makes his way into the ring, standing in the center and closing his eyes as he seems to soak in the boos that are raining down on him. He walks over to the ropes and grabs a mic from a ringside employee and walks back to the center of the ring. Shannan gives him a kiss on the cheek and hands him the trophy before stepping back to the corner. Price takes a long, hard look at the trophy with a grin on his face before holding it up high above his head. The crowd is heavily booing him as chants of "You Suck" and "Fuck You Price" reign down on the ring.

Jay Price: Newcomer Of The Year...hmmmm. Really not much of a suprise there when you consider the competition. Isn't that right Shannan?

Price looks over to Shannan who nods in agreement.

Jay Price: So I guess this is the time where I'm supposed to stand here and thank all of the people that helped make this possible. Like you the fans.

"Fuck You Price" chants are still going around the arena.

Jay Price: No..no..no, I'd need to find a crowd worth the praises of me first. Maybe I should thank God for blessing me with the privelage of being here tonight...no that won't work either. After all God has nothing to do with with what I am. I am the product of my own design, using my own troubled past to drive my desire to inflict as much pain as I can.

"You Still Suck" chants start up as Price begins to show signs of agitation.

Jay Price: No, I think tonight there is only one person that I wish to thank tonight. And that person is Anastasia Petrova.

Shannan seems confused at that last statement as she stands in the corner.

Jay Price: That's right Anastasia, in fact I have a couple of things to thank you for. First and foremost, I want to thank you for showing me that while I consider myself to be epitome of perfection in the ring, even I have my own downfalls. You see I spent so much time worrying about One and my match with Logan, that I completely overlooked you as a competitor. So thank you for showing me an important lesson in never overlooking anyone in this business.

Cheers for the mentioning of Petrova and her taking the Television Championship from Price.

Jay Price: And secondly Anastasia, I want to thank you for giving me something. Thank you for giving me something to look forward to in the very near future. See I want you to make sure you hold onto that Television Championship after One. Because then I'm going to be using the rematch clause in my contract to get a match between us for the following week. And going into that match I'm going to be deadset on two things. One being winning the match and taking back MY title and the other...breaking you in half.

Price drops the mic and heads for the ropes, stepping out onto the apron and dropping to the floor below. He holds his trophy high up above his head as he makes his way up the ramp and through the curtain leading backstage. Back inside the ring Shannan has a look of confusion and fear on her face as she tries to take in what Price just said.

Hall of Fame: Hellz Angel

Shannan Lerch: Our next award goes to a man that is probably an equal to Outcast when it comes to his importance in WCF. He helped defined the early days and provided us with many memorable feuds, in WCF and outside of WCF. He's fought at One and he's held the World Title... he is Hellz Angel.

The lights dim and camera flashes go off all throughout the arena. "Angels" by Worth a Mil & Dirty Money starts playing through he speakers, pyro of blue and red exploding by the ramp, as Hellz Angel comes out with his arms up and a smile on his face as the Las Vegas crowd goes wild. He's wearing a pinstripe dark blue suit, black collared shirt and blue tie. His hair is combed back with gel. He makes his way to the podium slowly and confidently::

Hellz Angel: Well, well, well... It's been way to long, since I've seen all of you people. Three, four, maybe even five years. Some things have changed, others haven't. The faces are the same, the feeling is the same, Logan is still a loser, and Steve Carr is still lame! Well, WAS lame, until Mikami finished him off once and for all!

Hellz Angel chuckles at his own joke

Hellz Angel: But whats different... are the superstars. Yeah I remember a few, but the greats will be remembered with me tonight. I remember my first WCF match. I remember my first World Title match. Nothing greater than that feeling, and the people that made me win it the second and third time, are the fans! So lets get a round of applause for you, the people in the crowd, helping us do what we do so well!

Crowd cheers.

Hellz Angel: I also want to thank Seth Lerch, for making dreams come true, and providing me, Hellz Angel, with a home at the Hall of Fame forever!

Crowd cheers.

Hellz Angel: Lets hear it one more time, If you mess with the best...

Crowd: You'll die like the rest!!!

Hellz Angel smiles and makes his way off the podium waving to his fans.

Hall of Fame: Gravedigger

"Awaiting the Turmoil" by Valley of the Dead plays on the speakers and everyone leaps from their seats booing as loudly as they can. The curtains open up and out walks former WCF owner and former champion, Gravedigger who is flanked by his brothers Chester and Brian. Both Gravedigger and Chester look a lot different than when they were last on TV. Chester still has the spiked blonde hair but his arms look more defined and his face is more defined, too. Gravedigger is the one with the biggest change. His hair has been cut and he now sports short slicked-back brown hair. He wears a pair of shades and is noticeably more muscular and has lost a good bit of weight....in a good way.

He stands there looking at the crowd and smirks at them and then walks to the podium with the same cocky manner that he has always had. His music fades as he places his hands upon the podium. He stands there looking out at the crowd who still boos him with pure hatred and anger. He smirks and looks at his brothers who laugh. Finally, the crowd quiets down. Gravedigger pushes his shades up on top of his head and then leans forward and speaks.

Gravedigger: I've been gone for just short of four months and you people still hate me?

The crowd boos for a few seconds.

Gravedigger: Hey, I can't blame you. I nearly ran this piece of shit place into the ground, just a couple of weeks away from it before Seth was able to pull it out of my hands.

The crowd goes crazy again with boos. Gravedigger laughs loudly until the crowd calms down once more.

Gravedigger: There, see that's what I expected to hear. You people are so easy to manipulate. Anyway, I got the call from the Sethster a few weeks ago about the Hall of Fame induction. No, actually, I got the call from one of his assistants because he didn't want to have to hear me tell him to beg me to show up here tonight.

Seth Lerch is shown out in the crowd with a pissed off look on his face. Gravedigger spots him and points to him.

Gravedigger: I'm kidding, Seth. You know I wouldn't pass up this opportunity to come here and remind you and everyone else how much I've meant to WCF. You know I wouldn't pass up the opportunity to give the WCF Hall of Fame some actual star power unlike these other scum-sucking leeches being inducted with me. To think, I'm standing up here because I signed a wrestling contract with you nearly 8 years ago to wrestle for WCF. I became a champion in one of my first matches defeating your boys Rick Mad and Creeping Death for the tag team titles alongside my brother Chester here. It was a year later when you opened the place again and I truly started my path of dominance here in WCF by winning the fourth War event. I even went on and defeated your previous War winners in a later match. I had an iron grip on this place with my boys in the form of The Dark Side. No one was stopping me. No one did stop me. The only thing that stopped me was being put on the shelf due to injury and then later on retiring. Then through the years, I made brief returns but nothing to brag about until this latest inception of WCF.

The crowd starts booing and Gravedigger smiles.

Gravedigger: Oh yes, I had some fun this time around. My return was one of the biggest returns in WCF history where The Dark Side decimated Seth Lerch in the center of the ring and then forcefully had him sign the papers that gave me control of WCF.

The crowd starts booing some more as Seth is seen in his chair, visibly angry and pissed off.

Gravedigger: It took you several months to finally wrest away control from me, you nearly watched the company go completely under. Then you ended up using Exodus' problems with the Superfans to get me finally ejected from the company.

The crowd finally cheers at something Gravedigger says.

Gravedigger: So here I stand, being inducted into the WCF Hall of Fame. It's fitting because this company would not be where it's at if not for my presence in its history. I was the one who got it the best ratings. I was the one that had everyone tuning into it. Let's not kid ourselves, the only reason anyone is watching this show tonight is to see me inducted into the Hall of Fame. They're watching to see the "return" of Gravedigger to WCF programming.

A man walks out from behind the curtains and goes over to where Seth Lerch is sitting. He hands him a piece of paper which Seth reads. He gets angry and then after a few seconds, waves the man away and then heads to the podium. Gravedigger notices this and looks on with interest.

Gravedigger: Oh, what's this Lerch? Are you coming up here to shake my hand for fattening your wallet so much?

Another person walks from off stage and hands Seth his own microphone.

Seth Lerch: Don't kid yourself. You may have brought some ratings to this company and done this company some good, but nowhere near what you brag about.

Gravedigger starts to say something but is interrupted by Seth.

Seth Lerch: Look, I didn't come up here to argue with you over your accomplishments. I'm up here because the results are out for one of our awards and---

Gravedigger: And it's one that I'm getting. Seth, you didn't have to come up here to announce me as the Wrestler of th---

Seth Lerch: No, it's not that one.

Gravedigger's grin fades.

Seth Lerch: You win the Story of the Year award for The Dark Side taking over the WCF.

The crowd boos and Gravedigger has the smuggest grin on his face. He then starts laughing.

Gravedigger: Seth, do you not see the irony here? The best story of the year was the one where I almost bankrupted this place. It's like the people secretly hate you so much that the best story of the year was the one that nearly ended the company.

Seth Lerch: Maybe they see it that way because you were toppled in the 4vs4 match at Explosion. Maybe that's what they voted for.

Gravedigger looks mad.

Gravedigger: I beg to differ. But see, I'm glad you're up here Seth. This is just perfect. Inducted into the Hall of Fame and given the Story of the Year Award. This is the perfect timing to make my announcement.

Seth looks curious.

Seth Lerch: What announcement?

Gravedigger smiles real big.

Gravedigger: The announcement of my return to the WCF as a wrestler.

The crowd goes absolutely nuts and Seth Lerch starts laughing.

Seth Lerch: Do you honestly think I will let you back in the ring? You and Chester lost your match to the Superfans and the stipulation was if you lost you were gone from WCF. I'm the only one that can reverse that.

Gravedigger smiles an evil smile at Seth Lerch. Seth looks at Gravedigger with a weird look.

Seth Lerch: What? Why are you looking at me like that?

Gravedigger: Seth, you've known me for close to a decade. Correct?

Seth Lerch: Yes...

Gravedigger: Do you really think that I wouldn't have expected this possiblity? Do you really not think that I would have planned for this?

Seth Lerch: Yes, but you signed a contra--

Gravedigger: Yeah, yeah, I signed a contract, agreeing to the stipulations set forth before the match. My lawyers have gone through the paperwork. They found a loophole, Seth.

The crowd is standing there in shock and Seth is confused.

Seth Lerch: What loophole? I went over that multiple times to make sure there wasn't one. There's no way you found a loophole. When did you find a loophole.

Gravedigger: A couple of months ago.

Seth Lerch: I don't believe it. If you had, you would have already returned. Why wait this long?

Gravedigger: You don't believe me? Why would I lie? Look at me. Look at Chester. He is in great shape right now and I'm in the greatest shape of MY LIFE right now. I'm gearing up for my return. I'm preparing to once again wear the WCF world title and I will get it this time around.

Seth just stands there in disbelief.

Gravedigger: The carnage I left in the ring in the past. The iron grip I held upon the WCF last time I was in it as an active wrestler is nothing...I repeat, nothing, compared to how it will be this time around. I have improved greatly in the off-time that I have had since that tag team match back in August. This is a warning to you and to everyone in this scum-sucking leech of a federation: this barring of Gravedigger and Chester from WCF television has been lifted and I can and will return at any time. Whenever I please. I could return next week at One. What better time for me to return than during the Slickie T vs. Torture match for the world title? For my world title.

Seth has a look of shock on his face.

Gravedigger: But then again, I might not decide that it's the best time for me. I have all the time in the world. I know when I will return. I have already planned it. I know when it will be. I know where it will be. I know how I will return. The last time I was on WCF television, I told you that I would return when it inconveniences you the most. Trust me, Seth. You will figure it out when it happens. You will know when it's time for me to return. There will be nothing you can do to stop me. The hell I put WCF through before will be nothing compared to what happens this time around when I return. If people thought my return to WCF was one of the most amazing things ever and the trouble I caused was the story of the year this year, then my next return to WCF will be of legend. It will get the story of the decade, no the story of the century in WCF.

"Awaiting the Turmoil" by Valley of the Dead plays on the speakers as the three Borroughs brothers walk back behind the curtain, leaving Seth in a state of shock.

Hall of Fame: Creeping Death

Zach Davis: And now it is time for our next Hall of Fame inductee, Creeping-

The lights go out. The crowd is talking amongst themselves... and Hallowed Be Thy Name hits! We can hear Shannan Lerch's voice from the darkness.

Shannan Lerch: Goddamn it, I HATE CREEPING DEATH!

Eventually the music stops and the lights come back on. Creeping Death is standing at the podium, dressed in a black T-shirt and baggy black pants. Of course, not dressed up at all. He is silent, and appears to be thinking.

Turns his head to the left.

Turns his head to the right.

Turns his head back to the microphone... starts to speak..

But then thinks better of it, still not completely sure what he wants to say. The crowd laughs. Seconds later, CD indicates that he's finally thought of the words for the occasion. He leans forward into the mic...

Creeping Death: FUCK YEAH!

And he throws up the devil horns into the air to a HUGE pop! Zach laughs as Shannan stares daggers into him. Hallowed Be Thy Name hits again, and Creeping Death grabs his award away from Shannan before exiting to the back.

Match of the Year Award

Zach Davis: Next up, the Match of the Year.

Shannan Lerch: War!

Zach Davis: Indeed, the War match has been voted WCF's match of the year! And to accept the trophy, the man that could very well be the next WCF World Heavyweight Champion...

Lake of Fire hits and every single person in the crowd cheers! A smiling Allen Guiliano makes his way to the podium and glances out over the applauding audience before placing a hand on each side of the wood structure and leaning forward into the microphone to speak to the masses.

Allen Guiliano: Ladies and gentlemen, it is an honor to stand before you today and accept the award for this year’s “Match of the Year” and I am honored that the Guiliano Hotel and Casino was selected to host an event with as much prestige as the WCF Yearly Awards banquet. It is definitely a match that has defined my career as a professional wrestler and vaulted Slickie T into the ranks of the WCF’s elite. However, even though I emerged the victor after the dust had settled at War, there are many others out that that deserve the same credit as I do for making this match as memorable and as glorious as it was.

First off, I want to thank Seth Lerch for putting the match together and making War such a great event in the first place. Sure, the boss and I have had our differences over the past several months, but today is a day for celebration, not a day to point fingers, continue feuds, or hold grudges. Seth is the mastermind behind such a great event and deserves credit where credit is due. Mr. Lerch and I will settle our differences once and for all when I step between those ropes in Los Angeles and show the world who the best wrestler in the WCF truly is.

Moving on, there are several of my fellow competitors that deserve thanks as well, so I will just get them out of the way and say thank you to all of those that participated in the War match. It doesn’t matter if you were the first one eliminated or the last one standing, you deserve just as much credit as the new guy. With that being said, there were a couple of individuals that really made this match stand out in my eyes and they were in the ring and battling it out long before I came down the ramp and emerged victorious.

The two men that I speak of are Jay Price and Logan…and both deserve just as much credit for making War the “Match of the Year” as I do. Both of these guys fought tooth and nail to remain standing in the main event and both showed their truly ability in the squared circle that evening. It was a bit of a coming out party for Jay Price as he proved to the WCF what they should expected in the future and he has not disappointed. And Logan, the two-time War winner, took me to the brink of elimination and it was only by some unknown means that I was finally able to pin his shoulders to the mat for the three-count. Perhaps the “match” that was conducted while Logan and I were the only two left standing would have been enough to win “Match of the Year” on its own, but there were definitely many memorable moments other than the battle that ensued to decide the ultimate victor.

On behalf of each and every wrestler that was apart of the War and match and on behalf of each and every staff member here at the Guiliano, thank you and enjoy the rest of the evening and the festivities that are to follow.

Guiliano raises the award high and exits to his right, making his way off the stage andto the back.

...And The Rest

Zach Davis: We still have Logan's Hall of Fame speech coming up, but first we have a segment I'm being told is titled "...And the Rest."

Shannan Lerch: Seth is going to take us through the winners of the awards not featured on tonight's show!

Master of Puppets hits, and Seth Lerch steps out, mostly to booing.

Seth Lerch: Firstly, there are a few Of The Year awards that haven't been announced yet. First, the Wrestler of the Year...

The crowd buzzes.

Seth Lerch: AND World Champion of the Year..

The crowd begins to boo now.

Seth Lerch: ...IS TORTURE!!!

Huge booing. Seth simply smirks.

Seth Lerch: That's right, that's right. He's held the belt for months and months, how are any of you even surprised?

A huge "SLICK-IE-T! SLICK-IE-T!" chant rings throughout the casino.

Seth Lerch: Yeah, yeah. You all love your Slickie T, I know. But no. He's a flash in the pan, and Torture is going to prove that at One. Torture is so damn cool, he doesn't even NEED to be here in this God foresaken casino and hotel! Which all you people know is actually a coverup for being a brothel and whorehouse that Slickie is running, but whatever. Torture is TOO GOOD to be here, and he is too good to bother coming out and telling you that fact.

Massive booing.

Seth Lerch: And the other Of The Year award I have to announce is.. the United States Champion of the year... sigh ... Logan.

Cheer from the crowd on that one.

Seth Lerch: And, of course, we'll be hearing from him in a moment. But there are a few men being inducted into the Hall of Fame you haven't heard from tonight.

Many chants begin, with a SKY-LER-STRIKE-ER being the most dominant one.

Seth Lerch: Now, some men just couldn't be here tonight. Epic and Skyler Striker are both unavailable to attend tonight, and I apologize to you fans for that. Its unfortunate we won't get to hear from them. Frank Bates was driving his group of wrestlers.. Creeper, Hacker, Burn Out, Road Rage, and Ripper.. to the show, but he's reportedly lost and ended up somewhere in Mexico. Poor guys. And lastly... Madd Dogg.

Slight pop.

Seth Lerch: Madd Dogg has been banned from the building. One, because he'd probably attack Logan or something and injure him before One. And two, because he'd probably attack ME or something!

And a much bigger pop for that. Seth frowns.

Seth Lerch: Well, you won't be seeing him again, trust me. And thats it! Next up... the one, the only... Logan.

The crowd goes wild and everyone is on their feet as Seth leaves the stage!

Hall of Fame: Logan

Say Anything's "Chia-Like, I Shall Grow" softly plays over the speakers giving way for the next Hall of Fame inductee to take the stage; Logan. Dressed in a tuxedo with white fancy 'SHUT UP!' font lettering the arm sleeves, a forehead bandaged Logan still nursing his wounds from the prior show steps out onto the platform. He is instantly met by a large appreciative amount of applause... except from Megan Kane, who, along with the rest of Brad Kane's family, promptly leaves. Soaking the cheers in with a shy grin, Logan nervously-like plants himself behind the podium and his theme music eventually dies out. He goes to speak into the microphone set up, however, hesitation is met when a shouting chant and roar stirs amongst the audience.

Audience: LO-GAN! LO-GAN! LO-GAN!

Friendly pleading with them stop, he blushes and tries to wave off the loving chants.

Audience: LO-GAN! LO-GAN! LO-GAN!

They continue, ignoring his nervous humbleness. He traditionally takes matters into his own hands, literally, yanking the set microphone from it's podium and shouting into it.

Logan: ...SHUT UP!

Instantly smiling afterwards, the audience counter the memorable catchphrase with warm giggles and laughs, and they eventually quiet. The decorated inductee onstage shuffles out a piece of paper from the inside of his tuxedo. He grins shyly before looking over the paper to begin reading for the anticipated members of the room.

Logan: Milk, cheese, bread-- OH! 'Cuse me.. wrong note.

Another warm chuckle is shared between himself and the audience as he shoves his hands back into the coat searching for 'another' acceptance speech. He purposely comes up short, shrugging.

Logan: Honestly.. I have no idea what to say. I'm speechless. Being here tonight, being inducted into WCF's Hall of Fame.. man..

He swallows a small lump in his throat before soldiering on.

Logan: I only played a small part in receiving this honor, it was you guys, the fans, who empowered me with the desire to do this thing from day one and give my absolute best doing it. So, I just want to say.. thank you.

Several members of the audience stand with cheers and claps. Despite the loud applause from the audience, he continues and gladly finishes.

Logan: ---this is for you guys. You all hold a special place in my heart.

Kisses are blown to the audience before "Chia-Like, I Shall Grow" softly plays again on his exit. The audience cheers him off, however, just seconds after Logan leaves the stage, someone else appears... the Hotdog Mascot. The bun shaped fellow oddly waddles onto the stage and over to the podium. The people in attendance buzz with confusion and suspicion.

Hotdog Mascot: Hello?

The microphone annoyingly blares back in response. The Mascot, thinking the microphone is facing technical difficulties and isn't a victim of his high pitched womanly voice, begins to thud his breaded thumb over the ball of the microphone. Thump. Thump. Thump.

Hotdog Mascot: Can someone tell me--

Again, the microphone blares screeching the ears of those listening.

Hotdog Mascot: --where the bathroom is?

With a look of discomfort, the Mascot glues his legs together and soils himself on stage. The smell of urination hits the air, heavily. The cameras cut away from Mascot and go to Zach and Shannan on the sidelines.

Zach Davis: Well, I suppose if anything sums up Logan's career here in WCF... it was this segment.

Shannan Lerch: A career that is going to be over at One when Jay Price defeats Logan and retires him once and for all!

Zach Davis: Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us tonight. One week away from One, one week away from Price vs Logan, and one week away... from Slickie T versus Torture. See you then.

The Hall of Fame show fades to black.