Slam Intro
Jay Price Segment
Cole Connors vs Jimmy Dean
Buns of Steel: Hotdog Mascot vs Anastasia Petrova
Seth Lerch/Greenfever Segment
Johnny Reb/Doc Henry vs Mikami/Ryan Daniels
Slickie T Segment
US Title: Kevin Hardaway vs Logan

Slam Intro

Kids by MGMT hits! The crowd goes wild as Slam comes on the air. We go to our announcers for the evening, Zach Davis and Shannan Lerch.

Zach Davis: Fans, welcome to Slam! We have a smaller show than usual as we gear up for XIII.

Shannan Lerch: That's right, Zach. In a few days the Team of Torture will present XIII, a show normally controlled by.. ugh.. Creeping Death.

Zach Davis: Lots of great matches on the card, but we have some great matches tonight as well. The US Title is in the main event with a match between Kevin Hardaway and Logan.

Shannan Lerch: Zach, Hardaway has impressed the hell out of everyone in WCF lately, defeatined the likes of former Hardcore Champion, Ace Slaughter, and Hector Rodriguez last week. He's a star on the rise around here.

Zach Davis: Don't forget, though, Shannan! Last week Seth hired Brad Kane as WCF commissioner, and Kane and Hardaway have a storied past, to say the least. I wonder how that might play out.

Shannan Lerch: We have a big tag team match, with Johnny Reb and Doc Henry taking on Mikami and Ryan Daniels. Mikami is a few days away from his encounter with Steve Carr, so I wonder how that'll factor into this match.

Zach Davis: We saw a mysterious individual debut last week... the so called Hotdog Mascot. He threw.. well.. hotdog buns.. at Anastasia Petrova, and challenged her to a Buns of Steel match. Tonight that match takes place.

Shannan Lerch: What IS a buns of steel match, Zach?

Zach Davis: I have NO idea.

Shannan Lerch: And in our opener, we have newcomer Cole Connors taking on good old Prince Jimmy Dean. Can the Prince get a win from this newcomer?

Zach Davis: Let's find out!

Jay Price Segment

Zach Davis: Welcome back to Slam ladies and gentleman. So far we've had ourselves a great show and it looks like it's only going to get better.

Shannan Lerch: That's right Zach, look what we have inside of the ring.

Inside of the ring WCF employees are setting up a ladder in the middle of the ring and the WCF TV Title is being slowly lowered down from the rafters on a cord.

Zach Davis: I have a feeling I know who's behi....

All of the lights in the arena go out and two separate spotlights come on, centering on the TV Title hanging above the ring and ladder. The spotlights go out and red and white pyro explodes off the sides of the stage. Lloyd Banks "Lights Camera Packin" comes over the PA system as all of the fans in the crowd stand and boo towards the stage. More red and white pyro go off along with a shower of silver sparks from above. Jay Price steps out from backstage through the silver sparks with a confident smirk on his face. Tonight he's all business in his street clothes, a pair of black jeans and a white button down shirt.

Zach Davis: WCF Television Champion Jay Price.

Shannan Lerch: I thought he wasn't on the card tonight.

Zach Davis: He's not and it doesn't look like he's here to wrestle.

Price begins slowly walking down the ramp towards the ring as the fans continue to boo and chant random obscenities at him. As he walks his focus rests solely on the TV Title hanging above the ring, his gaze never once leaving the sight. He finally reaches the ring and takes his time climbing up the ring steps before stepping through the ropes. Price walks over to the side of the ring and motions for a microphone before making his way to the top of the ladder. Once at the top Price sits on the very top step and begins to speak.

Jay Price: I knew how much you would all miss me if I didn't make an appearance tonight, so consider this a special gift for all of you.

Big heat from the crowd.

Jay Price: I wasn't planning on even showing up tonight but after hearing about Lerch's plans for me at XIII I thought maybe I'd show up and have myself some fun.

More heat as people shout out "You Suck" and other not so nice things.

Jay Price: Hector Rodriguez.

Big pop for Hector.

Jay Price: Hector, Hector, Hector. What can I say amigo, last week you finally showed a pair and decided to do something. Congratulations, it only took you how many weeks to finally get one up on me. However, you have me a slight bit confused. I thought you were all about bringing honor and dignity to WCF, yet you decided to stoop to "my level", as you call it, and hit me from behind with a chair. What's the matter Hector, did I finally strike that final nerve? Did all of those losses to me finally put you over the edge? Was that chair shot I hit you with your breaking point? Let's take a look at the video and see for ourselves.

Up on the jumbotron the events from last week's Slam play.

Price stands up and gets his arm raised... and a figure enters the ring. Price notices him but its too late; Price is blasted with a chair shot!

Shannan Lerch: What the-

The crowd is roaring! Hector Rodriguez is in the ring, and he just hit Price with a chair!

Zach Davis: Rodriguez just ran out here, grabbed that chair from ringside and blasted Price with it!

Shannan Lerch: I guess after the last few weeks Hector Rodriguez has had enough and wanted some revenge!

Carr has gotten out of the ring and begun heading to the back. In the ring, Hector hits Price one more time, and Carlos Estrada has gotten a table from ringside and slid it into the ring.

Zach Davis: What now!

Rodriguez sets the table up in the corner, and then picks Price up... and executes a Toluca Slam into the table, breaking it, and possibly Jay Price's body as well!

Shannan Lerch: I think Hector Rodriguez has snapped, Zach!

The crowd is loving the video and applauds at Hector's attack.

Jay Price: Yeah you people really eat that shit up when your "hero" does it. But it seems like I finally brought Hector down a peg, brought him back to my style of fighting, and I love it. I've been waiting for the moment where I can look him right in the eyes and call him the hypocrite that he is. Behind all of his talk about being a "respectful" wrestler that is here to make WCF a better place, Hector is no different than I am.

Crowd boos Price for comparing Hector to himself.

Jay Price: Boo all you like but you peons know that I'm right. But enough about the past, let's get down to the real part of this whole talk. In just three days at XIII my title is going to be on the line in a match with Hector Rodriguez. But this isn't just any ordinary match, no no no, for a match of this magnitude it had to be something special. A ladder match. Two men enter the ring and it's an all out brawl until one of them can climb the ladder and get the belt. Sounds so easy until you think about all of the chaos and destruction that happens in a match like this. Bones can be broken, blood shed all over the ring, hell careers can even be ended. So what better of a match to put two wrestlers who absolutely hate each other into. Now I know what you are all thinking. You're all thinking that this match probably won't even happen. You're all probably thinking that the ToT is going to get involved and cost Hector the match, right.

The crowd boos at Price for stating the obvious.

Jay Price: Well I hate to break your hearts, but you're all wrong once again. At XIII, all members of the ToT will be remaining in the back and staying there until the match is over.

Crowd murmurs confusion.

Jay Price: I'm tired of all the talk that I can't win a match without someone helping me. I'm tired of hearing Rodriguez and that little Ricky Ricardo wannabe Carlos Estrada running their mouths about me. At XIII I'm going to silence all of you when I beat Rodriguez by myself. Then, I want you to try and say that I'm purely a paper champion. And Hector, I don't give a fuck what you do at XIII concerning your cabana boy. If you want to bring him ringside with you then so be it. But if you wanna practice what you preach, then leave him backstage and come out facing me one on one. Oh, and if you're still afraid about a sneak attack, I already cleared it with Seth Lerch and Torture. The entire ToT is under direct orders to not interfere in this match.

The crowd is buzzing at this announcement.

Jay Price: So there you have it, you get me one on one for my title, and you don't have to watch your back. After this match is over all of the talk will be silenced and I will be washing my hands of you forever. At XIII you will be getting your last chance chance to beat me and become a champion, and when you lose, I don't want to hear any bullshit about how you deserve a rematch. I actually have a future in this company unlike you. XIII is just the beginning in what is going to become the Era Of Price, followed up by ONE. Speaking of which, let's talk about Seth's other big announcement. When I win at XIII I'll be gaining the privilege of selecting my opponent for a TV Title match at WCF's biggest PPV of the year. Now the big question is, who should I pick? Hmmm maybe I'll go for more gold, like maybe the Hardcore title. Can you picture the brutal matches myself and Greenfever could put on? Or maybe I go and find myself a partner and make a run at the tag team titles. I mean with a division so weak it shouldn't be hard at all to take those titles. Or maybe, just maybe, I really take a step forward and go after that US Title. Yeah, Jay Price: United States Champion. I like how that sounds.

The crowd boos the idea of Price as US Champion.

Jay Price: Or how about I do the one thing that not one person in this whole company would ever think of. Maybe, just maybe, I decide to throw myself into the main event of the whole damn show. That's right, maybe I just get myself included in the World Title match and help out Torture and at the same time keeping this belt around my waist.

Big heat from the crowd.

Jay Price: No matter what I choose to do at ONE, the only thing that matters is that I will be walking into that PPV as the WCF TV Champion.

Price stands up and disconnects the title from the wire and sits back down.

Jay Price: Hector I'll see you at XIII, and for your sakes, I hope you bring your A game.

Price's music hits as he leaves the ring and heads to the back, to a chorus of boos.

Cole Connors vs Jimmy Dean

The lights go and Jerry "The King" beginnings of the music of Lawler that play. A single shines of the projector in a passageway and the empty Prince Force with crowbar to Dean is removed majestically in a golden car for two white horses. The multitude is silent in the admiration in the grandeur of the entrance. The prince Jimmy Dean is thrown around the ring while the multitude looks in silence on its car in the admiration. The leaves slowly of the carriage and elegantly walks in the ring and backups in the center as the alone shines of projector in it. The light goes and he expects his adversary to be approached.

Zach Davis: Good old Jimmy Dean.

"LIGHTS OUT" is screamed throughout the PA system. At that time the arena goes black and strobe lights start going off around the arena. This goes on for a minute before "Lights Out" by P.O.D. blares on the speakers. One single light spots on the entrance ramp. A few seconds go by before Cole Connors steps out from the curtains. Cole bounces on his feet for a few seconds before pyro shoots down the entrance ramp. Cole slowly makes his way down the ramp greeting a fan here and there.

Shannan Lerch: Here is WCF's newest superstar, Cole Connors! I'm excited for his debut, Zach.

The bell rings. Connors goes right on the attack, tieing up with Jimmy Dean and hitting him with several forearms. Cole backs Dean into the ropes, then throws him across the ring. As Dean is coming back Cole lifts him and hits a Sidewalk Slam!

Zach Davis: Connors arriving with an impact! Great Sidewalk Slam there!

Shannan Lerch: Jimmy Dean sure felt that one!

Connors stands up, and waits for Prince Jimmy Dean to struggle to his feet. Once Dean is up, Connors executes a Reverse DDT! Once again Dean is taken to the mat!

Zach Davis: Not looking good for the Prince...

Cole Connors now climbs to the top rope. The fans are on their feet as he flies off for a Swanton Bomb... but Dean moves out of the way at the last second!

Zach Davis: Maybe I spoke too soon!

Dean stumbles up, as does Cole Connors, who is clutching his back. Dean kicks Cole stiffly in the gut and then executes a Snap Powerbomb!

Shannan Lerch: OOF!

Prince Jimmy Dean pins him!


NO! Cole gets the shoulder up!

Zach Davis: Kickout at one after a Powerbomb!? Amazing!

Dean waits for Cole to stand, kicks him in the gut... goes for the Sausage Slammer!... but Cole pushes him away! Dean turns around and Cole hits a big Facebuster! The crowd ooohs at the move and Cole acknowledges them.

Shannan Lerch: Another great move.. is it enough to put away Jimmy Dean?

Dean has once again stumbled to his feet... Connors goes for a Superkick... Dean catches it!

Zach Davis: Oh my!

Dean spins Connors around and hits a Sausage Slammer!

Shannan Lerch: Shades of Austin and Michaels!

Jimmy Dean pins Cole Connors!



NO! Connors AGAIN kicks out!

Zach Davis: What does Jimmy Dean have to do to win!?

Shannan Lerch: Hit the Baconator, maybe!

Both men are very tired and lay on the mat for several moments before Dean gets up, lifting Connors with him. Dean hooks Connors for the Baconator, but Connors elbows him away. Dean runs towards Connors, who kicks him, then lifts him up...

Zach Davis: Shock Treatment!

But no! Dean lands and reverses it into the Baconator! Dean pins Connors, hooking the leg!





The crowd erupts as Dean stands and gets his arm raised! Dean quickly slides out of the ring and heads to the back as Connors gets up, unbelieving that he lost.


We open up backstage in Seth's office. Seth is seated, staring at the camera, with a serious look on his face.

Seth Lerch: Hello. As you fans surely know, this current version of WCF is nearing its one year anniversary. But WCF, at large, is nearing its TEN year anniversary. I opened WCF in the year 2000, and 2010 will be the year that I've spent a decade in this business.

Respecful clapping from the crowd.

Seth Lerch: Well, as such, I've decided that WCF will finally have its very own Hall of Fame!

Cheers from the crowd this time.

Seth Lerch: That's right. For the next three Slams, I will announce four of the wrestlers that will be entered into WCF's first ever Hall of Fame class. The WCF Hall of Fame special will air Sunday, December 13th, one week before One. I, personally, can't wait. In addition to the Hall of Fame ceremony, for today's WCF superstars, we will be holding polls on to determine the winners of awards such as Wrestler of the Year, Champions of the year, hell maybe an Owner of the Year... etc.! The results of these polls will be announced on this show. Exciting.

Cheering as Seth pauses.

Seth Lerch: In addition to celebrating WCF's ten year anniversary with the Hall of Fame, in January, our pay per view event will be aptly titled... Ten. An event celebrating WCF being a force in this business for ten long years. I look forward to it. Now back to Slam!

We go back to ringside, with Zach and Shannan.

Zach Davis: WCF is finally getting its own Hall of Fame! About damn time.

Shannan Lerch: I wonder who the first to be inducted will be?

Zach Davis: We'll find out the first four next week... I can't wait!

Hotdog Mascot vs Anastasia Petrova
Buns of Steel Match

King.. For.. A.. Day!!

The intro of the song shouts into the speakers, some of the crowd who know who to expect coming out begin to cheer. “King For A Day” by Green Day begins it’s assault of music accompanied by the appearance of the Hotdog Mascot riding out onto the stage on a motorcycle shaped like a hotdog in buns.

Shannan Lerch: It’s the bun cycle!

The bun cycle stops at the top of the stage, revving up the engine which to the surprise of no one is probably ran off mustard. The bun cycle roars down the ramp and flies around the ring before fully stopping near the ring steps. The Hotdog Mascot waves his arms together in the air soaking in the crowds reaction. Mascot climbs off the buncycle and slides under the bottom rope getting inside the ring. The music cuts but HDM continues to dance and prance.

Zach Davis: And here comes the real buns and meat of WCF.

Na Rasputye by Kipelov plays and the lights turn red as Anastasia Petrova prances about the stage. She goes to the ring and says hi to the fans and blows them kisses while shaking her booty! The two participants of Bun of Steel stand on either side of the ring. Hotdog Mascot seems cheery and cool, flapping his gums still singing his theme music even though it’s been off for awhile, waving his breaded arms in the air. Anastasia Petrova on the other hand doesn’t look as enthused, she’s here for revenge.

Zach Davis: So, you’ve got to wonder, what is a Buns of Steel match?

The referee gets between the two in the ring and answers that question with a microphone.

Referee: Buns of Steel will be a best two out of three competition. The first match will be a showing of poses—

The Hotdog Mascot waddles over to the referee and whispers something in his ear. The referee stares, but, eventually nods and agrees. HDM dances.

Referee: -uuhh, excuse me. The first match will be a ‘bunoff’. Whoever poses their behind the best is determined by the crowd and thus giving us a winner for our first match. Ready? Let the pose off—

Mascot again waddles over to the referee and whispers in his ear. The referee looks a bit annoyed but once again nods and agrees.

Referee: --let the ‘bunoff’ begin!

“King For a Day” by Green Day plays. HDM’s music, obviously. He dances in place wiggling his hips in mimic of hula-hooping. He twirls and spins shaking his breaded buns to each side of the ring. The theme music cuts and he actually gets a decent response from the crowd. “Na Rasputye” by Kipelov plays. On que, Anastasia provides the audience with a seductive prance dead center to the ring. She bends over slightly keeping her legs straight and arching her backside, the crowd inevitably cheers. Her theme music cuts.

Zach Davis: It’s obvious who has this round won.

The referee directs the participants back into their respective corners and brings the microphone back to his mouth.

Referee: If you liked Anastasia Petrova’s bunoff better, cheer!

The cameras catch of glimpse of the Hotdog Mascot evily looking up the ramp towards the entrance backstage. We hear a thunderous prerecorded amount of disgusting boos blare over the arena’s speakers that drowns out the actual cheering from the crowd. The referee, being an idiot, doesn’t realize this.

Shannan Lerch: What? I plainly hear loud booing coming from those speakers.

Zach Davis: And it’s just enough to shut out this crowd!

Anastasia Petrova is too busy drinking from her flask to notice.

Referee: If you liked the Hotdog Mascot’s bunoff better, cheer now!

The crowd boos, however, the speakers blare out sounds of heroic cheers. Hotdog Mascot poses his tushi and appreciate their ‘support’. The referee, judging from the cheering and booing he thought he heard, easily makes a decision.

Referee: And the first round winner.. Hotdog Mascot!

The ref raises HDM’s breaded arm.

Zach Davis: That’s crap. Who’s helping the Mascot backstage?

Shannan Lerch: More importantly.. who would want to?

Hotdog Mascot soaks in the win, dancing and stuff. Anastasia, now slightly buzzed, stares. The referee again approaches his lips with a microphone.

Referee: Now the second round, strangely enough, is an actual one on one wrestling match. The victor must win by pinfall or submission.

The bell rings. The Hotdog Mascot squeaks and almost leaps out of his suit when Anastasia Petrova charges at him. She grabs the waddling Mascot from behind, spins him around, and hits an RKO!

Zach Davis: WOAH!

The Hotdog Mascot slumps over and luckily the roundness of his suit rolls him out of the ring underneath the bottom rope. Anastasia, pleased with her early assault, swings her flask once more before slipping it back into her chest. The Hotdog Mascot gains a bit of composure on the outside and begins stirring to his feet, a look of anger fills his face and he directs it at Anastasia. Not intimidated, Anastasia charges HDM once again and closelines him over the bun cycle. Mascot leaps backwards over the cycle and crashes against the guard rail. Trying to pull himself to his feet, he clings onto the railing and looks up to a fan snatching a hotdog from them. Anastasia walks around the bun cycle coming for HDM, he spins around and flings a hotdog at her chest. She shrugs, seeming unaffected by the bun attack and doesn’t sell it. The Hotdog Mascot stares with wide eyes as if she just took a bullet and has no blood to show for it. That, in itself, makes him run for his life. The Mascot’s breaded legs flee around the ring with Anastasia Petrova hot on his tail.. er.. bun. He slips back inside the ring to escape Petrova but she manages to cut him off getting in as well and spearing the giant hotdog to the mat. The two roll around the ring punching and clawing at one another. Anastasia gets HDM grounded and locks in a sleeper. Being close to the ropes, the Mascot struggles to break free and grabs the bottom rope with a hopeful breaded hand. The referee acknowledges the break and forces Anastasia off the Mascot threatening to DQ her. Anastasia obliges, standing to wait for the recovery of HDM. He stumbles to his feet, Anastasia Petrova patiently stalks and waits for him to turn, he finally does and is met with a kick to the gut followed by a perfectly executed DDT. The bun’d figure stays perched on his head for a bit hanging in the air before finally collapsing over and laying sprawled out on his back. Anastasia Petrova hooks the breaded leg.



Thrr—HDM surprisingly kicks out. Anastasia brings the giant hotdog back to it’s feet and hooks him in for a suplex. The Mascot manages to gain a bit of momentum, clinching his leg around Anastasia’s and reversing the hold. HDM suplexs Petrova and quickly follows up standing to his feet to soak in the audiences disapproval.

Zach Davis: Hotdog Mascot finally getting an advantage here.

He reaches down grabbing her legs and holding them up. HDM attempts to put Anastasia into a sharpshooter. She tries to fight back, kicking and squirming away from his breaded hands, he however stays strong and kicks at her legs and manages to fold her over and lock her into a sharpshooter. Guy in a hotdog suit or not, a sharpshooter is still a sharpshooter and the effects of such leave Anastasia Petrova wrenching in pain. She reaches out and tries to wiggle her way to the ropes, but the move is in hold, the ropes become too difficult to reach. She reaches out with what seems like her last struggle.. and.. fails. The ropes are too distant. The referee checks on Anastasia but she declines to submit. Instead, she lets out a soft whimper and lays her head on it’s side and peacefully closes her eyes. The referee raises her arm, it drops like a sack of bricks. He raises it once again and it falls with greater force. He raises it for maybe a last time and before her arm can make a final slap to the mat for a loss, it raises, and shakes. The crowd applauds Anastasia’s will to win by cheering and chanting her on. Anastasia Petrova reaches into her shirt and removes the flask taking a long chug and killing it. She throws the flask from the ring and a new look of determination fills her face.

Shannan Lerch: Liquid courage!

Petrova soldiers on and crawls finally reaching the ropes with both hands. The Hotdog Mascot is forced to break the sharpshooter and he nearly whines after doing so. Trying to keep the match in his favor, HDM kicks at the broken Anastasia, trying to keep her grounded. She fights through his kicks and grabs one of his incoming attacking breaded legs, pulling him off his feet and pouncing him with lefts and rights. The Mascot tries to avoid her fury of fits by rolling away and trying to flee from the ring, however, Anastasia grabs onto his leg and keeps him ring bound. She pulls him to his feet, Mascot goes for a sucker punch, drunk instincts force her to duck the blow and she counters with the Cold War!




Zach Davis: That’s it! The Cold War did it.

Shannan Lerch: And now we move onto the third and final round, whatever that is.

The referee takes the microphone again. Anastasia Petrova triumphantly stands to her feet and the Hotdog Mascot lays on his side holding his head in agony.

Referee: And the winner of the second round.. Anastasia Petrova!

The referee raises her arm high in the air and the crowd cheers.

Referee: Now, for the third and final round to decide the winner of this contest. A ‘Mustard Ball Match’!

Zach Davis: What?

Referee: The two participants will be given paintball guns loaded with balls of mustard instead of paint, whoever is wearing the most mustard after ten minutes of play will be granted the loser, and whoever is wearing the least mustard will be granted the winner.

The Hotdog Mascot climbs to all fours and begins showing signs of life.

Referee: Mustardball guns, please.

An official rushes into the ring from the outside and hands Anastasia Petrova a mustardball gun and a protective face mask, he tries to hand one to HDM but he looks too out of it so he just leaves the gun and mask by his side.

Referee: Hold your fire till the bell rings.

Anastasia slides the face mask over her head and adjusts it, the bell rings. She calmly waits for HDM to get to his feet with the intention of blasting a few mustard balls into his unprotected face. The Mascot reaches inside his bun suit, stirs to his feet and spins around with a surprise balloon full of mustard that explodes and splashes over Anastasia covering her with mustard.

Shannan Lerch: That cheating bastard had a balloon full of mustard in his suit the whole time?

Zach Davis: Indeed! And now he’s got an huge advantage. Keep in mind, folks, whoever is covered in the most mustard within ten minutes loses this match.

Anastasia Petrova stands there, literally disgusted and drenched in mustard. The Hotdog Mascot grabs his mustardball gun and giggles rolling out of the ring ducking behind the apron. Anastasia fires a few mustardball’s in his direction, they explode on the ring mat. She ceases fire and after a few seconds the Hotdog Mascot performs a Miz peek from the apron. Anastasia spots his stalker face and shoots a mustardball which explodes over HDM’s forehead.

Shannan Lerch: HS!

Zach Davis: Excuse me?

Shannan Lerch: Headshot..

The Hotdog Mascot falls backwards out of firing view from Petrova and holds his forehead in pain. Anastasia follows after his cover seeking to expose him, Mascot limps to his feet and hops over the bun cycle dodging a few mustard bullets. He sticks the mustard gun out from the cycle and blindly fires. The mustardball’s miss Anastasia by feet and an unlucky fan in the audience gets pegged.

Zach Davis: Lawsuit.

Anastasia Petrova rolls out of the ring and takes cover behind the ring steps and the fire fight begins. Mustardball’s fly from each direction covering the steps and cycle in huge blotches of gold. We hear Mascot shouting to the official from behind the cover of his buncycle, the official jogs over to Mascot with a fresh batch of mustardball’s. Anastasia takes advantage of this and blasts the official before he can deliver HDM his reload. The official scrambles and dives underneath the ring. The Mascot looks disgusted and demands a DQ. However, he doesn’t get one. Low on ammo, the Mascot makes an attempt to Matrix leap from over the buncycle and fire off a few mustardball’s. Unfortunately for him, he misses over three quarters of the shots and one of the balls bounces off the ring steps and manages to come back spraying his knee. HDM wrecks on the floor, Anastasia pops out from her cover of the ring steps and hits the Mascot with a few shots before the timer finally buzzes.

Shannan Lerch: If only she had another minute or so, she could’ve really done some damage there.

Zach Davis: Yeah, the Mascot was right in the open.

The bell rings signifying the end of the match. The official crawls out from underneath the ring and instructs them to get inside, to which, they do. Standing side by side, the official carefully examines the two for mustard coverage. After coming up with a decision, the referee raises the Hotdog Mascot’s arm in victory. Anastasia Petrova doesn’t look very pleased and marches out of the ring and up the ramp to go shower. The Mascot prides as the referee takes the microphone.

Referee: And the winner of Buns of Steel; The Hotdog Mascot!

Zach Davis: This was the best match ever.

Hotdog Mascot celebrates in the ring as we go to a commercial.

Seth Lerch/Greenfever Segment

The WCF jumbotron flickers to a feed from a camera back stage. Greenfever emerges from around the dark corner. A small group of WCF security guards follow closely behind him down the dimly lit hallway. Greenfever is directed into a small impromtu office set-up in a dressing room. Seth Lerch motions for Greenfever to sit down and then for the security guards to wait outside.

Seth Lerch: Welcome.

Seth extends his arm offering a handshake. Greenfever stares blankly through him. Seth realizes his mistake and shakes his hand in a phantom handshake.

Seth Lerch: Yes, anyways, I know we have had our problems in the past. For me, it is just that: The past. I have asked you in here because I have a favor to ask of you. As you know, you are facing Slickie T at XIII. I want you to hurt him. More specifically I want you to end his career.

Greenfever: You want me to kill him.

Seth Lerch: If that is what it takes, but a simple compound fracture at the base of his spine would be more than enough.

Greenfever: I am familiar with the game of revenge.

Seth Lerch: Now, I've noticed that you enjoy inflicting violence. And Slickie T isn't going to be the last of my enemies that I need some violence inflicted upon... What can I provide for you in return of your services?

Greenfever: I anticipated this situation and my requests are printed on the list in my chest pocket.

Seth reaches forward hesitantly and removes a folded sheet of paper. He reads it and flips it around so Greenfever can see it.

Seth Lerch: This is a crude sketch of a decapitated baby.

Greenfever smiles broadly.

Greenfever: I know. I'm just fucking with you. Just make sure you don't get in my way and when I think of something you can do for me I will let you know.

Seth Lerch forces on a plastic smile.

Seth Lerch: Then we have a deal.

Seth reaches forward again trying to initiate a hand shake. He quickly realizes his mistake and nervously laughs it off. Greenfever stands up and waits for his security to escort him out. Seth sits back into his chair and breaths a nervous sigh of relief as he gawks at the crude sketch crumpled on his desk.

Johnny Reb/Doc Henry vs Mikami/Ryan Daniels

Zach Davis: Last week, we saw both Reb and Mikami get involved in a match involving Daniels and Henry... and thusly this match was made.

The opening chords of "Bad Company" by Bad Company filter through the arena. The stage and the surrounding area go dark. As the actual lyrics begin, blue lights illuminate a pair of figures: Johnny Reb and Dixie Pride.

Always on the run.

They both step out onto the ramp and the stage lights return to normal.

Is the rising sun.

Johnny’s appearance draws a mixed reaction from the crowd, largely of a negative variety.

I was born 6-gun in my hand,
Behind a gun, I make my final stand.

The Inveterate Confederate starts down the ramp, slowly, and pauses halfway down.

That's why they call me...

Suddenly, a fountain of pyros erupts behind him to coincide with the change in the song's tempo. Johnny raises his hands and lifts his head, making a beckoning motion, reveling in the crowd’s attentions, favorable or not.

Bad Company. And I can't deny,
Bad Company, til the day I die.

Reb lowers his arms and gives the dissenting fans a disdainful sneer.

Rebel souls.
Deserters we are called,
Chose a gun
And threw away the sun.

Johnny keeps walking toward the ring at a stately pace, ignoring taunts. Dixie remains at his side, casting the occasional insult back at an over exuberant dissident.

Now these towns,
They all know our name.
6-gun sound...
Is our claim to fame.

Reb walks up the steel steps and holds the ropes for Dixie. He stalks to the far corner and climbs onto the second turnbuckle, posing for the crowd.

I can hear them say..
Bad Company, and I won’t deny.
Bad. Bad Company, til the day I die.

Dixie works the crowd as Johnny hops off the turnbuckle and removes the hat and coat. The music fades away.

Shannan Lerch: Here is former Champion, Johnny Reb. Great match with Slickie T last week.

Lights dim, to an orange glow as if at sunrise, as music starts.

With the main guitar riff, Doc enters the arena in a light haze.

As lyrics start, he slowly raises his head looking into the ring, raising his hands up for a slow pop. Lights fade up as he does this.

I wake up in the morning
And I raise my weary head
I got an old coat for a pillow
And the earth was last nights bed

Doc proceeds to the ring high fiving the crowd.

Only God knows where Ive been
Im a devil on the run
A six gun lover
A candle in the wind

Walking up the steps and ducks under the top rope. Pumping his fists and getting the crowd riled, he fist pumps facing all four sides.

When youre brought into this world
They say youre born in sin
Well at least they gave me something
I didnt have to steal or have to win
Well they tell me that Im wanted
Yeah Im a wanted man

Gallantly removes hat and saddle coat before extinguishing cigarette on ring post.

Im colt in your stable
Im what cain was to abel
Mister catch me if you can
Im going down in a blaze of glory...

Zach Davis: Doc Henry actually got the win in last week's triple threat, so he has a bit of an edge going into this matchup, I'd say.

The lights go out and Mikami's double-M logo appears on the JumboTron as "Unholy Confessions" by Avenged Sevenfold plays. The lights turn back on but are now red, revealing Mikami standing at the top of the ramp. He runs down the ramp, dives into the ring and then jumps back up to his feet.

Shannan Lerch: Shortest entrance in the match! That doesn't mean anything, though; Mikami is as good as anybody in this business right now, in my opinion.

Voice: Welcome to Hollywood, may all your dreams come true

The suspenceful tone of the intro plays as the violins set the lets to flicker red.


Guitars hits and the crowd is on their feet and pyro rains down on the entrance ramp and Ryan Daniels emerges from the back with a random T-shirt on he stands underneath the pyro, his head bowed as the intro continues to play. After it finishes the pyro stops and Ryan walks down the ramp

This is a wake up call
To all who their eyes
This is our hope,
Hopeless beaten strife

HE stops at the middle and starts to hop up and down, getting himself hyped up and ready for his match.

You kill the messenger not to hear it
It doesn't mean it never happened
It doesn't mean it never happened

He runs up the ring steps and slingshots into the ring. HE runs up the turnbuckles and stop, one foot on the top buckle and the other on the second he points out tot he crowd, mouthing the chorus to the song.

"This is our mission
statement to go show the world
We must survive"

HE hops off the turnbuckle and removes his shirt as the music starts to fade out.

Zach Davis: And here is Ryan Daniels. Time to get this match underway!

Daniels and Johnny Reb start the match. They go to tie up, but Reb sidesteps Daniels and Dropkicks him in the back, sending him falling forward. Daniels turns around, pissed, and runs at Reb, going for a stiff Clothesline. Rub ducks it and hits his Facebreaker DDT!

Shannan Lerch: Good start to the match for Reb, and a great move! Here's the pin!



Daniels kicks out. Reb picks him up and throws him into the turnbuckle, and then lifts him up onto it.

Zach Davis: Johnny Reb, going high risk here early in this match..

But as he's coming up, Daniels hits him several times in the gut, causing Reb to fall. Reb hits the mat then runs towards Daniels, but Daniels gets his boot up, and Reb runs right into it. Daniels jumps down and hits the dazed Johnny Reb with an Axe Handle Smash, sending him all the way down to the mat now. He then tags in Mikami.

Shannan Lerch: Here comes Mikami, a man that is literally trying to write Steve Carr out of existance.

Zach Davis: I don't know about "literally," Shannan, but yes.

Mikami springboards over the ropes, hitting a Tope Con Hilo and then getting back to his feet. He then pulls Reb into the middle of the ring and puts him into a Dragon Sleeper.

Shannan Lerch: Great submission move!

Zach Davis: Johnny Reb needs to get a tag at this point.

The fans seem to be getting behind Reb in this matchup, starting to clap to urge him to his feet, but it isn't working. Doc Henry sees Johnny Reb fading, and he enters the ring and kicks Mikami, breaking the hold! The crowd pops, though the ref forces Doc Henry back onto the apron. While the ref is arguing with Henry, Daniels enters the ring and he and Mikami pick up Reb and execute a Double Suplex! Daniels leaves the ring and as soon as the ref turns around Mikami pins Reb.



No! Reb kicks out.

Shannan Lerch: Good double team move from Daniels and Mikami but not enough to put Reb away.

Zach Davis: And look, Doc Henry is reaching out his hand, he really wants that tag!

Mikami gets to his feet and begins climbing to the top rope. He reaches it just as Reb is standing... and jumps off, going for some sort of Hurricanrana move, but Johnny Reb reverses it, Powerbombing Mikami into the mat! The crowd roars!

Shannan Lerch: Now! Get the tag, Reb!

Mikami and Reb both crawl towards their respective corners... and Mikami makes it there first, tagging Daniels back in. Reb is about to make the tag also but Daniels grabs him by the foot and pulls him back into the middle of the ring!

Zach Davis: So close.

Daniels has Reb by the foot, but Reb gets up, standing on only one. Daniels sneers at Reb... only to be caught by a stiff Enziguri kick to the head!! The crowd cheers as Daniels drops face forward to the mat, and Reb dives and tags in Doc Henry!

Shannan Lerch: Here we go!

Henry climbs to the top rope as Mikami enters the ring, trying to stop his momentum, but Henry dives off with a Spear, driving Mikami hard into the mat! Henry gets back up and turns to Daniels, who has stumbled onto his feet, kicks him in the gut and executes a Pedigree!

Zach Davis: This could be it!

Henry pins Daniels, hooking the leg.



Kickout! The crowd is surprised.

Shannan Lerch: I really thought that was it!

Henry picks Daniels up, and Daniels takes a wild swing at him. Henry ducks it and executes a huge German Suplex into pin!



This time, Mikami Springboards over the ropes and hits an elbow on Henry's stomach, breaking up the pin. Mikami quickly leaves the ring, and Daniels stumbles up and tags him back in. Mikami climbs through the ropes and waits as Henry starts getting up, and hits him with a few Roundhouse Kicks. Henry catches one of them, spins Mikami around, but Mikami grabs Henry's head and hits a Diamond Cutter!

Zach Davis: Bang!~!

Mikami pins Henry, hooking the leg.



No! Reb kicks Mikami off!

Shannan Lerch: Lots of nearfalls in this matchup thus far.

After breaking up the pinfall Reb quickly gets back on the apron. Henry dives and tags him in! Mikami gets up and Reb Springboards over the ropes, hitting a Flying Head Scissors. Mikami gets to his feet and tags in Daniels. Daniels enters the ring and runs at Reb, but Reb hits him with an Arm Drag. Daniels gets back up and Reb hits him with a Double Knee Lift!

Zach Davis: Reb is on fire!

Reb quickly jumps to the top... and flies off with the Southern Discomfort! He pins Daniels!


Mikami gets in the ring...


Henry intercepts him!


Shannan Lerch: Reb and Henry get the win!

Reb and Henry stand up, getting their arms raised in the air. Mikami pulls Daniels out of the ring as they head up the ramp, glaring.

Zach Davis: Well, good for them-

All of a sudden the Hotdog Mascot is ringside! He launches several buns at Johnny Reb! Doc Henry turns around, confused, angry, and annoyed all at the same time. HDM keeps throwing buns at Reb until Henry exits the ring, heading towards him. Hotdog Mascot quickly takes off, running away through the crowd.

Shannan Lerch: He's at it again!

Zach Davis: That damn Hotdog Mascot...

Henry gets back into the ring, talking over that weird occurance with Reb as they then exit to the back.

Slickie T Segment

The lights in The Sioux Falls Arena slowly start to fade and there is a short pause before the awkward silence is broken by a light from above, beaming down into the center of the ring and displaying the CoolWear Inc. logo. The symbol slowly starts to spin inside the squared circle and then starts to make its way over the crowd before a colored version of the logo is splashed over the giant screen above the entrance ramp. The crowd begins to boo in anticipation of Torture emerging from the curtains.

Zach Davis: Here comes our World Champion!

“Viva Las Vegas” begins to play over the arena’s sound system and once again the fans are quieted in confusion. Las Vegas showgirls, adorned in the usual bright colored feathers, make their way out from behind the curtains, each carrying a black box. As they make their way down to the ring, the cat calls from the male population in the crowd can be clearly heard. Each girl sets her box down in the center of the ring, making a neatly stacked pile before lining the edges of the ring and extending an arm to the entrance ramp as if to suggestion there is more to come. Each head in the sold out Sioux Falls Arena is directed once again to the curtain and the buzzing of the crowd quickly turns to deafening cheers and applause as the music fades into “Lake of Fire” by Lordz of Brooklyn and the #1 Contender to the World Title and new controlling member of CoolWear Inc,, Allen Guiliano makes his way through the curtain and glances over the raucous crowd.

Shannan Lerch: What.. what the hell is this?

The Italian starts to make his way down the ramp, slapping the hands of those fans who have extended their arms in his direction on his way to the ring. A smirk forms over his face as Guiliano begins to climb the steel ring steps and makes his way through the ropes, throwing his arms out to form a “T” as pyros explode from the four ring posts. A mic is tossed into him as he raises it to his lips and begins to speak.

Slickie T: Although I have a match less than a week from today when I take on Greenfever at XIII, but what would a Slam event be without Slickie T? However, I’m sure by now you have figured out that this isn’t just a regular appearance for me in a WCF ring, especially with all these boxes and showgirls and what not. This time I am not out here to gloat about myself or challenge anyone to a match, or talk up the inevitable meeting between myself and Tortue at One...No no, this time I am out here to give back to each and every one of you fans out there that have spent your hard earned dollars to come out here and support the superstars of the World Championship Federation.


Slickie T: As I announced last week after the contract signing and the lame attempt at an ambush by the Team of Torture, I purchased controlling shares of stock in CoolWear Inc. Now, I plan to take this company to the next level and make sure that this business, like all of my other entities, becomes highly successful and makes money for all of those involved. For my first order of business as new owner, I am giving away free CoolWear Inc. apparel to every fan here in attendance tonight.

The crowd comes to their feet once again and cheers at the announcement of the free swag they will be receiving.

Slickie T: I thought that you all might enjoy that announcement. The apparel you receive will not just be any old plain shirt with “CoolWear Inc.” across the front, it will be a limited edition line of clothing that I myself, have helped to design and it will only be sold at WCF events. Ladies, if you will do the honors of distributing these fine fans their merchandise I would be eternally grateful.

The girls make their way outside the ring and reach under the ring apron, removing t-shirt cannons from underneath, opening the boxes and placing a shirt into the barrel of each cannon, aiming them high into the sky, awaiting their cue to fire away. The WCF fans raise their arms, awaiting the flying t-shirts.

Slickie T: Before these lovely ladies distribute the apparel, let me be the first to unveil what you will be receiving this evening.

Slickie undoes his suit jacket and tosses it over the top rope, directing the camera man to the front of the black t-shirt he reveals.

Slickie T: Each of the shirts in those cannons contain a different action pose of yours truly with my signature inscribed underneath in gold pen. I took the time out of my day to sign each and every t-shirt and if you wear your CoolWear gear to One on December 20, you will receive a FREE Slickie T World Championship shirt so you can be ahead of the game and be fully prepared for the moment when I finally raise that World Title high above my head for the first time. Now, without further ado....

Each cannon fires simultaneously as the shirts fly from the barrel and into the awaiting arms of the WCF faithful. Guiliano’s music blares over the speakers as he continues to distribute shirts, tossing them from their boxes as the showgirls continue to load their cannons and fire merchandise throughout the arena, evening handing apparel to the ringside announcers Shannan Lerch and Zach Davis.

Zach Davis: Sweet!

Shannan Lerch: Shut up, Zach. Stop sucking up.

But, suddenly, Crawl by Kings of Leon hits.

Zach Davis: Well.. there goes that party.

Slickie's face sours, as does that of the Vegas dancers. Seth Lerch and Torture step out onto the stage. Seth Lerch has a look of rage on his face, while Torture is wearing the same emotionless gaze he wore on Slam.

Seth Lerch: Slickie T... I do not BELIEVE you.

Much booing from the crowd.

Seth Lerch: Slickie, Torture... he is a fallen man. He's dealing with having to put his best friend, Death, out to pasture, so to speak. The whole situation with Tiffany... and you've taken.. TAKEN!.. you've taken his COMPANY from him!? The company he founded.. the company that made him SO.. DAMN.. COOL!.. and you TAKE it from him!?

Cheering from the crowd, angering Seth.

Seth Lerch: DISGUSTING! Disgusting. And you know what, Slickie? I feel bad for Tort here, because even more is going to be taken from him. His crowning moment will be taken from him, because he won't be pinning you at One. He won't even be WRESTLING you. You'll be in the hospital, Slickie. Because after what Greenfever does to you in Torture's home town of Modesto, California -

Slickie T: Hold up, hold up...HOLD...UP! The official event title for XIII may be “The Team of Torture presents XIII”, but after looking over the event contract, I discovered a little loophole that I’m sure you two are aware of, but forgot about over the last few weeks in your pursuit of getting me to join your “unstoppable stable. See what happens when emotions get in the way of business Seth? You get sloppy and start to take things for granted and eventually they come back to bite you. I agree that Torture has continued to have things taken from him and I will take his ultimate prize from him at One, BUT before that, there is something else I would like to take from him tonight that involves his company, which I also took from him.

Shannan Lerch: Uh oh....

Slickie T: I’m sure that Torture is looking forward to return home to the friendly confines of Modesto, where it is just a LITTLE BIT warmer than it is here in Sioux Falls, and I can’t say that I blame him, but you see Seth, there is a paragraph in his event contract that states CoolWear Inc. actually controls where XIII will be held....

Seth’s eyes light up as he suddenly begins to realize what is about to happen. He looks to Torture, but the blank stare remains on his face.

Slickie T: With that being said, I agree that we should hold it where the weather is a little better, but Modesto is not quite what I had in mind. Seeing as how Torture thought he was going have it in his hometown where he would be nice and comfortable, I thought, hey, why not hold it somewhere where I am comfortable. Also, what kind of asshole would I be if I just left these lovely ladies here in Sioux Falls? So, being the businessman that I am, let’s make this easy for everyone. Since I have to take my showgirls back to my casino, where I feel the most comfortable, and we have already played that great song by “The King” Elvis Presley himself, why don’t we just go ahead and hold XIII in Las Vegas!

The crowd pops huge! Torture continues his blank stare into the ring as the showgirls begin to look at each other with excitement at the announcement of where XIII would be held.

Slickie T: Of course there are NUMEROUS venues to hold such a prestigious event so I want to make sure I pick one that has a suitable reputation. Let’s see, there is the MGM Grand, but that is more for boxing, then we have Mandalay Bay, but that is more of an MMA venue, of course there is The Bellagio, but they consider themselves to “uppity” for professional wrestling, so let me think here and one will pop into my head eventually.....

Zach Davis: Is he.. is he really going to do what I think he is?!

As Guiliano wears a smirk of sarcasm on his face, one of the showgirls steps forward and whispers something into his ear. He directs an almost evil smile in Torture’s direction as she steps away and back into her original spot.

Slickie T: I have just been informed of a world class venue for a world class event presented by a world class organization such as the WCF. Ladies and gentleman, XIII will be held at the one, the only, MY very own, The Guiliano Hotel and Casino right in the heart of Las Vegas....

The crowd erupts into a deafening roar at the announcement and Guiliano holds his arms out and locks elbows with two of the showgirls before making a final statement to Seth and Torture.

Slickie T: I will make sure and take care of the two of you when you arrive. Maybe comp you a few meals, give you some free chips, hell, I may even fly you into Vegas in my new private jet sponsored by CoolWear Inc. if you play your cards right. On that note, I’m going to go help these ladies pack their bags and get them back to work. See on you Friday night gentlemen. Oh and heres a couple of new CoolWear Inc. shirts for the two of you as well. Don't want you to feel left out.

Slickie nods to two of the girls as they make their way over to Torture and Seth, handing them a pair of the new "Slickie T" shirts that has been distributed to each and every member of the Sioux Falls crowd.

Shannan Lerch: I don't believe what Slickie T has done! Seth... I don't even know what he must be thinking!

Torture looks at the shirt, his face conveying no emotion. Seth angrily throws his down and gets on the mic.


Seth's voice is drowned out as Viva Las Vegas begins to play again. Angrily, Seth storms to the back, with Torture following. The crowd cheers as Slickie continues celebrating with the showgirls.

Zach Davis: Slickie sure is having the time of his life.

Shannan Lerch: Well, lets go to commercial break for now, we'll be back in a little bit fans.

Kevin Hardaway vs Logan

Shannan Lerch: It's Main Event Time!

Zach Davis: Is there ever a better time than this?

Shannan Lerch: If there is I haven't seen it yet.

Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the WCF United States Championship.

The lights immediately go out now inside the arena. Everybody officially goes ape crazy, because some know who it is, and the rest...well, they like when lights go out. They think it's cool, you know. As the lights are out, spotlights fill the arena, white lightning as the sound of thunder crackles along the PA system. More spotlights come as more thunder is played along the system. It's when guitars fill up and the following is heard.


All of a sudden, the opening drum and guitar riffs of "This Fire Burns" by Killswitch Engage kicks on the PA system as white smoke fills the entrance ramp. It's to the point where the white spotlights are strobing to the beat of the song. But when the song finally kicks in, the strobelights are going mad as out from the white smoke, is Kevin Hardaway, black trenchcoat on over his ring gear as he gives off a wicked smile to the crowd and walks slowly to the ring.

Kyle Steel: Introducing first the challenger. Standing 6'1" tall and weighing in at 251 pounds, from Baltimore, Maryland he is Kevin Hardaway.

He walks up the ring steps now and perches himself on top of the nearest turnbuckle, like a hawk ready to strike as the song reaches fever pitch. He keeps smiling to the crowd as he jumps off and leans against the turnbuckle, looking at whoever's in the ring with him as he takes off his coat...ready for battle.

Zach Davis: Kevin Hardaway, former two time GWC Champion, looking to finally capture gold in WCF.

Shannan Lerch: He's come close a few times but just hasn't been able to finish.

A drum beat rolls, it rolls, it rolls, it beats and echoes dying to make the fans ears bleed. Say Anything "Chia-Like, I Shall Grow" BLASTS the speakers, the crowd explodes in unison. Logan pops out from behind the black curtains just as ecstatic as the crowd, jumping in place, clinging the United States championship in his hand, happily soaking in the energy from the audience, and then.. he takes off in a focused march down the ramp way.

Kyle Steel: Introducing the champion. Standing 6'5" tall and weighing in tonight at 260 pounds, from Virginia...Logan.

Shannan Lerch: Yay Logan!

Zach Davis: Shannan...

Shannan Lerch: Yes Zach?

Zach Davis: Ohh why bother.

Taking advantage of the ring steps, Logan climbs up them and enters the ring stepping through the middle rope. Logan climbs the rings turnbuckle, his eyes scanning the audience who anticipate what's next.. he throws both arms up in the air raising the title high, on que, the crowd screams and does so as well. Letting his arms slowly fall to his sides, Logan hops off the turnbuckle and his theme music cuts. He walks over to the referee and holds up his title belt, staring at it lovingly, before handing off the gold.

Shannan Lerch: Logan really loves his US Title. One can only imagine how empty his life would be without it.

The referee walks the belt over to another WCF official and signals for the bell to start the match. Both Logan and Hardaway come out of their respective corners and begin circling the ring, staring down each other, waiting for the other to make a move. Finally after a few moments both men make their way to the center of the ring and lock up. Logan gets the early advantage and forces Hardaway into the corner. He is able to get in a few quick shots before the referee eventually gets in between them, forcing Logan to back up. Hardaway steps out of the corner and takes a step towards Logan, and Logan slaps him hard across the face before backing up some more. Hardaway is pissed and charges right at Logan looking for a clothesline but Logan ducks it. Hardaway turns around and is met with another hard slap to the face.

Zach Davis: And Logan seemingly toying with Hardaway at this point. But he needs to be careful and start taking Kevin seriously. This guy isn't a rookie, he knows what he's doing in that ring.

Hardaway, rubbing his jaw, steps right up to Logan and goes face to face with him. The two begin jawing at each other and Logan goes for a third slap but Hardaway blocks it. Hardaway counters with a big right to the head that seems to shake Logan a little bit. Logan moves in looking to lock up again but Hardaway ducks it and shakes his finger, almost as if he is now the one toying with Logan.

Shannan Lerch: That jerk! How dare he try to toy with the great Logan. Its a damn sh...what the hell? What is he doing here.

Up on the stage Jay Price has just come out from backstage wearing the same street clothes from earlier and the TV Title draped casually over his shoulder. Both Logan and Hardaway have taken notice and are carefully watching Price as he slowly makes him way down the ramp. The crowd is booing the shit out of Price but he has yet to take his focus off of the ring. Hardaway realizes his opportunity to capitalize and rolls up Logan from behind.


Tw...Logan kicks out. Meanwhile Price has made his way to the bottom of the ramp and is headed for the announcers table. He places the TV Title on the table and takes a seat before putting on a headset.

Zach Davis: Seems like were being joined on commentary for this match. Jay can I ask what brings you out here?

Jay Price: Had to give the fans another weekly dose of Price of course. Oh and I guess I thought this match might be somewhat interesting.

Back in the ring both Hardaway and Logan are on their feet and locked up center ring. Logan with a knee to the gut and he goes for a vertical suplex. Hardaway goes up but he shifts his weight and ends up landing on his feet behind Logan. Hardaway hits a quick dropkick to the back of Logan's legs that sends the champion to his knees.

Jay Price: And there's Logan on his knees...nothing really new about that sight.

Shannan Lerch: Hey that's not nice! Loga...

Jay Price: Look sweetcheeks we all know about your little schoolgirl crush on Logan, but face it, the guy parades around talking about his love for hot dogs and openly reads gay porn in the locker room. Besides, why go after the appetizer when you got the main course sitting right here beside you.

Zach Davis: Well Jay I didn't know you thought so highly of me.

Jay Price: Zach...shut up and call the match before I slap you like the bitch you are.

Hardaway bounces off of the ropes in front of Logan and nails him with a front dropkick to the face. Hardaway once again with a pin attempt.


Tw...Kickout by Logan. Hardaway to his feet and he allows Logan to slowly get to his feet. Logan is up and hanging on the top rope shaking the cobwebs from his head and Hardaway charges at him. Logan ducks and lifts Hardaway up and over but he lands on the outside apron. Logan turns his back on Hardaway thinking that he's outside the ring. Hardaway waits on the apron, patiently measuring up Logan for something. Logan finally turns around and Hardway springboards off the top rope looking for the hurricanrana but Logan counters it into a powerbomb. Logan grabs his legs and flips over for the pin attempt.


Two..Kickout by Hardaway. Logan wasting no time grabs Hardaway's head and applies a headlock.

Jay Price: Just horrible form right there. You need to make sure you have a tight grip otherwise the move is completely ineffective.

Shannan Lerch: It seems to be rather effective right now, so there.

Logan tightens up the grip as the referee checks on Hardaway who just waves him off. Hardaway eventually gets himself to his feet and begins shoving his elbow into Logan's stomach trying to get some seperation. Hardaway pulls back and hits Logan with a big elbow strike to the gut and Logan finally releases the hold. Hardaway pulls Logan in and goes for a suplex but Logan blocks it. Hardaway tries again but Logan again blocks it. Logan with a kick to the shins of Hardaway followed up by a snap suplex. Logan with the pin attempt.


Two..Kickout by Hardaway. Logan to his feet as he begins stomping away at the legs.

Zach Davis: Looks like Logan is trying to soften him up for the Loganshooter.

Jay Price: Really thats what he's doing? I thought he was just trying to massage out a cramp.

Logan goes to lock in the Loganshooter but Hardaway smartly rolls under the bottom rope and out onto the mat floor. Logan drops to the mat and rolls under the ropes to follow. Both men outside the ring now trading chops. Logan blocks one of Hardaway's shots and grabs him by the head before smashing it onto the apron. Logan grabs him and rolls him back into the ring. Instead of re-entering the ring Logan walks over to the announce table and begins jawing at Price. Price however says nothing, but rather points at the referee who has been counting this whole time and is now at 8. Logan realizes this and rushes the ring, sliding in just after the 9 count. Hardaway was lying in wait and once Logan slid under the rope he goes on the attack with a series of stomps to the back and head. Hardaway grabs Logan and lifts him up by the head before striking him in the back with a series of forearms. He pulls him in for a ddt but Logan gets his arms around the body and counters it into a back body drop. Logan again tries to apply the Loganshooter and is successful but makes the mistake of being too close to the ropes and Hardaway is able to reach out and grab them. The referee calls for a break but Logan continues the hold until the last possible second before releasing it. Logan gets up and steps back as Hardaway is hanging onto the ropes while he gets to his feet. Hardaway steps back from the ropes and turns around as Logan charges at him looking for a clothesline. Hardaway drops at the last second and executes a drop toe hold that sends Logan's head into the bottom rope causing it to snap backwards violently.

Jay Price: Oh that just looked nasty. I think someone needs to check on Logan.

Price takes off his headset and sets it on the table before standing up and walking towards the ring. Inside the ring Hardaway is stomping on the legs and back of Logan and the referee finally steps in between the two, forcing Hardaway back. With the referee's back turned to him Price steps up to Logan, who's head is still on the bottom rope, and smacks him across the face.

Shannan Lerch: Price NO! What are you doing!

Price begins yelling at Logan, calling him worthless and a two bit hack. Logan begins getting angrier and angrier and gets to his feet, leaning over the ropes yelling at Price to come get some. Price just steps back with his hands up as he looks in at the ring with a smile on his face. Logan takes one last look at Price and turns around...and is met with a yakuza kick to the face!

Zach Davis: DAMN! That was STIFF.

Hardaway runs at the ropes and executes the Lionstomp before going for the pin.




Shannan Lerch: NOOO!

Zach Davis: Thanks to Jay Price, we have a new United States Champion.

This Fire Burns begins to play as the ref hands Hardaway the United States Title. Hardaway yells at Jay Price, as he's not happy about the interference in the matchup. He's yelling that he didn't need help. Amongst the commotion, Hector Rodriguez has run out from the back and he's arguing with the referee.

Shannan Lerch: Here is Logan's ally and Jay Price's opponent on Friday, Hector Rodriguez.. seems like he's trying to tell the ref what happened.

Zach Davis: Well, I believe the referee's word is final, but lets see what happens here.

Price, on the outside, has now begun yelling at Hector, talking trash. It seems like Price might slide in and start a fight.. until Totalimmortal by AFI hits.

Shannan Lerch: Uh oh!

Zach Davis: Our new commissioner Brad Kane is about to make an appearance on his first night on the job! Maybe he can settle this!

Brad Kane steps out from the back, mic in hand. Hardaway is up, and he's glaring towards him. Kane glares back before beginning to speak.

Brad Kane: Hello, fans, and hello... Kevin Hardaway... and Jay Price. Hector. And Logan, you too, if you're conscious enough to hear me. Seems like we have a problem here. Hector, Logan, sorry guys... Hardaway won the match fair and square. Screwed or not, and as much as I hate to say it.. we have a new US Champ.

The fans give a mixed reaction. Hardaway adjusts the belt on his shoulder.

Brad Kane: In addition, I have several announcements to make, so you all better listen up.

Shannan Lerch: I wonder what this could be?

Brad Kane: First of all, Kevin. Bad news. I reviewed the contract for your Hardcore Title contendership match last week... and there was a problem. You see, Kevin, the contract wasn't written very well, and for that, we, the WCF staff, apologize. But I must inform you that by you participating in this United States Title match, WCF has fulfilled its obligations to you in regards to Title shots. So there will be no Hardcore Title shot at One for you.

The crowd begins to boo. Hardaway is angry and realizes he's been screwed, but the United States Title is over his shoulder, regardless.

Brad Kane: And now for you, Jay Price. I'm booking my first match as commissioner... and damn is it a good one, if I do say so myself. We all knew this match had to happen... at One, for your Television Title.... LOGAN VERSUS JAY PRICE!

The crowd erupts! Price smiles, happy with the match. In the ring, there is a fire in Logan's eyes and he realizes he has a chance to take something away from Price now.

Brad Kane: As for the next two announcements, Seth requested that he make them himself. So without further adieu...

Master of Puppets hits, and the fans boo as Seth walks out from the back. Seth and Kane shake hands as Kane leaves and hands Seth the microphone.

Seth Lerch: Ah, Hector. Hector, Hector, Hector. Now why'd you have to go and do that, sticking your nose where it didn't belong?

Hector stares intently at Seth.

Seth Lerch: I have two very important announcements for you. Firstly, Hector, bad news! For your unjust and unfair interference in tonight's match... your XIII match against Jay Price is now NON-TITLE!

The crowd boos, and Hector is livid.

Zach Davis: WHAT!? Hector came out AFTER the match! He didn't even attack anybody! What the hell is Seth thinking... I guess he just doesn't care about fair at this point.

Seth Lerch: But wait, Hector! Wait. Don't get mad. Because I have good news for you! Because an opportunity has opened up. You see, with Hardaway's situation, that leaves my good friend Greenfever without an opponent for One...

Shannan Lerch: Uh oh... I think I get the plan here.

Seth Lerch: So I am happy to announce that you will be Greenfever's victim at One for the Hardcore Title!

The fans cheer, and Hector seems happy with the announcement... though Seth has a smile on his face as well.

Seth Lerch: See? Everyone wins. You get your precious Title shot... and I get to see you murdered. If you're still conscious at XIII after your match with Price, watch Greenfever's match with Slickie, because in just over a month, Rodriguez... that is going to be you.

Seth drops the mic as Master of Puppets hits again and he and Jay Price, who joined him on stage, leave. In the ring, Hector helps Logan out while Hardaway leaves as well, US Title in hand.

Zach Davis: Well... One sure is shaping up nicely!

Shannan Lerch: Hardcore Title match between Greenfever and Rodriguez... and Logan one on one with Jay Price! Finally!

Zach Davis: Fans, we'll see you in Las Vegas for XIII!

Slam fades to black.