Slam Intro
Dark Side Segment
Shaun Wilson vs Frosty the Snowman vs Chino vs Ryan Daniels
XIII Challenge Segment
Logan/Brad Kane Segment
Dobbie vs Davey Boone/Thunder
XIII Mystery Competitor Revealed
Logan/Seth Lerch Segment
Corey Black vs Brad Kane/Logan
Logan Segment
World Title: Prince Jimmy Dean vs Torture
Backstage Attack

Slam Intro

Batcat by Mogwai hits and Slam is on the air! Pyro blasts, fans are excited, and we go to our announcers to introduce the show.

Zach Davis: Welcome to Slam! We are four days away from Corey Black's XIII and his King of the Deathmatch tournament.

Shannan Lerch: And Gravedigger is throwing his weight around tonight, as we have TWO handicap matches.

Zach Davis: But before those, we have a World Title match! Torture is defending his Title against Prince Jimmy Dean.

Shannan Lerch: Prince Jimmy has been gunning for Torture ever since arriving in WCF, and this is his chance.

Zach Davis: And I bet Gravedigger would love nothing more than to cost Torture the World Title and put it on Prince Jimmy...

Shannan Lerch: He's booked Corey Black in a handicapped match up against Brad Kane and Logan. I think he just wants to watch a train wreck, because that is what this match will be.

Zach Davis: It might as well be a triple threat. Brad Kane and Logan hate each other, period. We all know the backstage rumors about Brad Kane nearly quitting the company because of Logan and Logan's strange obsession with Kane.

Shannan Lerch: Not to mention that Seth Lerch is now on Logan's side, gearing him up to fight for WCF and take down Gravedigger. Will he play a factor?

Zach Davis: In Gravedigger's other handicap match, we have Dobbie up against Davey Boone and Thunder. Boone is ALSO someone who is gunning for Gravedigger and the Dark Side, and Gravedigger is also trying to punish Dobbie.

Shannan Lerch: So either way, Gravedigger wins. Dobbie gets punished if Boone and Thunder win, and Boone gets punished if Dobbie wins.

Zach Davis: And in our opening match, we feature a four way featuring four of WCF's newest acquisitions.

Shannan Lerch: Shaun Wilson, Chino, Ryan Daniels, and...

Zach Davis: Frosty the Snowman.

Shannan Lerch: Yes. Frosty the Snowman.

Zach Davis: Believe it or not, Frosty has already been booked in a match at Till Death Do Us Part. Gravedigger is paying to fly in the North Pole Champion, a guy who goes by the name of Mr. Snowmeiser, to fight Frosty and put the Title on the line.

Shannan Lerch: ...

Zach Davis: I don't believe it either.

Dark Side Segment

"Dig" by Mudvayne hits the speakers as the fans jump to their feet booing the music of the WCF owner, Gravedigger. The curtains part and sure enough, here comes The Dark Side in force. Gravedigger pauses at the top of the ramp and poses, taunting the fans in attendance. The boos get even louder as Gravedigger continues taunting the fans. The Dark Side slowly makes their way down to the ring and they all get into the ring either through sliding in, climbing the steps or by leaping up from the floor.

Shannan Lerch: You know, I just realized that no one has really posed a serious threat to this group yet.

Zach Davis: You know, I usually hate to agree with you, but this is definitely one of those times when it really sinks in how right you are. The Dark Side has been wreaking havoc upon WCF since the very first Slam since our return. Other than the occasional lost match, no one has really made them panic. The formation of WCF World Champion Torture's group and Davey Boone's threats have done nothing.

Shannan Lerch: Yeah look at Gravedigger, he's calm and collected.

Gravedigger stands in the ring with a big smile on his face. He reaches his hand out and gestures for a mic. A microphone is handed in the ring and given to Gravedigger. He lifts the mic and speaks as his music fades.

Gravedigger: You know, I've just gotta say that, it feels good to be the owner of WCF. The owner of your favorite wrestling federation.

The crowd boos.

Gravedigger: Please, keep booing me. You need to realize how little that affects me. Better yet, get angry with me. Scream at me at the top of your lungs with how much you hate me and The Dark Side. Please do it so that you go hoarse. Then you go to work and can't do your jobs properly and lose them. Then you have no money for WCF tickets and our attendance goes down and we have to close our doors.

The crowd starts booing even louder as Gravedigger and the rest of The Dark Side laugh like crazy. Gravedigger finally composes himself and continues.

Gravedigger: Now, I have a few things to address here in the ring tonight before you morons get your money's worth out of your tickets. Speaking of those tickets, I think it's time we cut the prices to 25% of their original price. I know WCF will take a big hit to our wallet. (Gravedigger frowns) However, it will help out since there's an economic crisis.

The crowd starts to cheer at the reduced price but then realize what this will do to the company and start booing. Gravedigger smirks.

Gravedigger: First thing is Torture. Last week was just a piece, a tip of the iceberg of the pain you will suffer at my hands at XIII. You wanna side with Rick Mad and run your mouth about how there needs to be a regime change here in WCF. The only kind of change that will happen here in WCF is the person who wears it's world title. That will soon be me. Don't think just because I lost the match at Rebirth that that's the end of my quest for the world title. No, I'm kinda busy at the moment with scum-sucking leeches like Seth Lerch (crowd cheers) and this new pest Davey "The Savior" Boone. Soon, Torture, soon I will come for you and the world title. Until then, I'll teach you who to mess with by once more putting you in that casket. Maybe next time, I'll lock it and burn it, with you still inside.

The crowd boos.

Zach Davis: Oh wow, that's sickening that he'd want to do that to another human being.

Shannan Lerch: Gravedigger is really pulling out all the stops in his quest to destroy WCF, even if he has to take out all its wrestlers first.

Gravedigger: Now, speaking of XIII, Corey, you think I'm pissed that you can put on a better show? The only thing I'm pissed about is the fact that your show will make this damn place money and make it harder for me to bankrupt it and put you all out of work. Have fun in tonight's handicap match. I know I'll have fun watching it!

Gravedigger stops and looks at Dobbie.

Gravedigger: Speaking of handicap matches. Dobbie, are you going to win? Or are you going to further make it look like you need to be in the back with the rest of the scum-sucking leeches I pay all the time?

Dobbie leans out of the ring and asks for a mic. He's handed one and speaks.

Dobbie: Nah, Dobbie's ready. Dobbie's going to take out both of those fake ass bustahs. Dobbie don't play no games.

Gravedigger: Well that's goo---

Dobbie interrupts Gravedigger.

Dobbie: Yo Dobbie, ain't done yet so shut up.

Gravedigger is surprised. Mike D steps up but Gravedigger puts a hand out to stop him.

Dobbie: Yeah, stay yo swoll ass head back, Mike. Chill out.

Mike D glares at Dobbie.

Dobbie: Dobbie is doin his thing tonight...ALONE.

Chester mouths the word 'what' at Dobbie.

Dobbie: Dobbie don't need no help. Dobbie don't want to see any of you out there in his match. Dobbie's doing this alone, Dobbie is winning the match alone.

Chester takes the mic from Gravedigger who looks surprised.

Chester: What the hell are you talking about? We're going to beat Boone to a bloody pulp and now you're saying not to be out there.

Dobbie shakes his head and steps up to Chester.

Dobbie: Nah, nah, nah. You ain't hearin Dobbie right, dawg. Dobbie doesn't want interference from you guys in his match. When Dobbie wins this, he wants to win it on his own. He don't want you, Digger, or Mike out there helping...or even Jayson. Dobbie don't want help...DURING....his match.

Dobbie lowers the mic and stares at Chester. Chester looks confused for a few seconds and then a smirk slowly creeps across his face as he catches on.

Chester: I feel you, bro. I feel you.

Chester and Dobbie slap hands. Gravedigger reaches over and snatches the mic back from Chester.

Gravedigger: Fine, Dobbie, you better not disappoint or maybe we'll get you your own casket, hmm?

Dobbie's eyes get big and he steps back holding his hands up.

Gravedigger: Now, there's one last thing I want to address before we get these new guys out here to entertain us for a few minutes. There's someone I haven't truly addressed since I took over. I've mentioned him before, but I've recently noticed that others have taken interest in him. I can forsee him being a threat to my ownership in the future. That is....Mr. WCF. Logan.

The crowd cheers.

Gravedigger: Logan, you call yourself Mr. WCF. I hate WCF. I want to watch it close its doors, better yet I want to be responsible. I want to watch it burn. The thing is, there's so many ways I can attack WCF, but the thing is, no matter what I do, it will bounce back. There's one thing I can do that will truly mark the eventual demise of WCF....taking you out of action. Some people consider you the heart of WCF and I've come to realize that if I stand any chance of destroying this place, I have to go through you first. Some would think it's stupid to let your target know before going after him, but not me. I love the idea of knowing that you know I'm coming for you. Knowing that at any time I could strike. That your days are numbered. Logan, you are the newest target of The Dark Side. Hit my music!

"Dig" by Mudvayne hits the speakers as Gravedigger and Dobbie toss their mics to ringside attendants and The Dark Side head back to the back.

Shaun Wilson vs Frosty the Snowman vs Chino vs Ryan Daniels

Drums blasts as the lights slowly dim. Go Hard by Kanye West plays as Shaun steps through the curtains. Shaun stands at the top as he looks off into the arena. He then steps down the stairs as he pounds on his chest. Shaun slowly walks down the aisle as he walks to each side giving fans photo ops. Shaun turns and walks up the stairs. He steps through the ropes and walks to the center of the ring. A light blue spotlight shines on him as he bows his head. He gets down on one knee as white pyro goes off behind him in the shape of a "W". Once the pyro dies Shaun rises to his feet and then climbs the turnbuckle and starts to talk smack before proudly raising his arms in the air. Shaun steps down and slides off his hoodie. Wilson slides off his sunglasses as he lays them and the hoodie in the corner. Shaun starts to bounce from side to side as he adjusts his wristbands.

Shannan Lerch: Here is Shaun Wilson, newcomer to WCF.

The lights fade out and the arena goes dark as a blue haze covers the arena. Then snowflakes fall from the ceiling. The lights fade up just a little bit to show even larger amounts of snow. The air conditioning kicks into high gear, freezing the fans in the arena with cold, arctic blastts of frigid air. It continues to blow on the fans as the shaved ice particles fall from the rafters and land all around the fans, inside the ring and everywhere else in the huge arena. Then a jolly laugh can be heard as a familiar theme begins to play. Then through the dimly lit arena, a dark silhouette can be seen at the top of the entrance ramp. No one can fully see who this person is until the lights kick back up and reveal..... a man in a snowman costume. The snowman walks down the aisle, holding miniature Frosty action figures in his arms and throwing them into the crowd. The snow continues to fall all around him and the air conditioning kicks into maximum mode and blows the frozen particles of shaved ice all around the arena like a blizzard as Frosty now tries to slide into the ring. Unfortunately, the snowman costume is so bulky that be almost gets stuck, but he manages to get under the bottom rope. The fans all laugh, while some of the older, jaded teenagers boo and jeer the snowman, seeing him as a mere marketing tool. Frosty enters the ring and grabs a microphone, shouting in a muffled voice through the snowman head mask: HAVE A FROSTY DAY! as the fans erupt into huge cheers for their Snowman pal. The round head part of the costume doesn't even move as he spoke the muffled catchphrase. The air conditioning kicks back into a normal mode, the ice particles of snow stop falling from the arena and the Frosty the Snowman theme stops playing as Frosty hands the microphone off, and stares at the camera with that plastic smile on his face. The full head mask of the costume doesn't blink and doesn't even move, so the smile is permanent on that face as Frosty just stands there and enjoys the cheers from the fans.

Zach Davis: I wouldn't believe it if I wasn't seeing it with my own two eyes... but here is Frosty the Snowman.

Violent Fetish by Disturbed hits and out comes "The Extreme Icon" Chino! He walks to the ring, looking all business.

Shannan Lerch: Not a snazzy entrance, but Chino is the man with the most experience in a WCF ring here.

Welcome to Hollywood by Walls of Jericho hits. 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. He stops at the middle and starts to hop up and down, getting himself hyped up and ready for his match. 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. He hops off the turnbuckle and removes his shirt as the music starts to fade out.

Zach Davis: We now have all the participants of the match, let's go!

The bell rings. Each man is in a seperate corner, tentative to start. Eventually Frosty turns to the crowd and waves, giving Chino the opportunity to attack him from behind. Meanwhile, Shaun Wilson has approached Ryan Daniels and hit him with a few stiff kicks to the legs. Shaun then executes a Snapmare and locks in a Reverse Chin Lock. Chino has Frosty on the ground on the other side of the ring and he's stomping away. The crowd is starting to get behind Frosty, clapping for him and yelling his name.

Shannan Lerch: The fans here seem to love good old Frosty the Snowman!

Frosty works himself to his feet by pulling himself up with the ropes. He blocks a punch by Chino and quickly DDT's him to the mat! The crowd pops huge.

Zach Davis: I've never seen a snowman DDT someone before.

Daniels, like Frosty, is mounting a comeback of his own. He's broken out of the Chinlock and now is trading blows with Wilson.

Shannan Lerch: These men are both VERY hard hitting, those strikes look painful.

Daniels manages to hit an STO Backbreaker, sending Wilson down to the mat. He then starts kicking at him. Frosty comes from behind and grabs him, tossing him out of the ring. Chino then charges Frosty, who Frosty also tosses out of the ring. Finally, Shaun Wilson is up. Frosty hits another DDT on him!

Zach Davis: The snowman is cleaning house!

Frosty then climbs to the top rope. He executes a picture perfect Moonsault, landing on Shaun Wilson and going into a pin!



No! Shaun Wilson kicks out.

Shannan Lerch: That actually could have ended the match.

Frosty picks Shaun up, but Shaun starts fighting back, hitting a few strikes. Unfortunately for him, Frosty's costume seems to protect against the majority of them. Realizing he needs to change tactics, Shaun bounces against the ropes, run towards Frosty and executes a Running Tornado DDT!

Zach Davis: No matter what you're wearing, that is PAINFUL.

Shaun then climbs up onto a turnbuckle. He waits for Frosty to stand, then executes a Diving Hurricanrana! The crowd pops big for that move.

Shannan Lerch: Very high risk, but it paid off.

On the outside, Chino and Daniels are brawling. Chino grabs Daniels' head and slams it into the guardrail. Daniels then grabs Chino's head and does the same. Daniels goes for a Clothesline but Chino ducks it and hits a Reverse DDT from behind.

Zach Davis: Oof. Not a pleasant move to have done from you behind.

Shannan Lerch: Speaking of moves not pleasant to have done to you from behind-

Zach Davis: You can't talk about that on television, Shannan.

Chino then measures Daniels as he's about to stand up. Daniels gets to his feet... Chino goes for a Superkick! Daniels ducks it, sending Chino's leg over the guardrail. Chino is stuck. Daniels hits several chops to Chino's chest before grabbing him and pulling him back off the guardrail.

Shannan Lerch: Back in the ring, Shaun Wilson has the advantage over Frosty.

He has his Seal the Deal move locked in. Frosty is struggling, trying to get to the ropes. The fans are cheering him on, urging him to make it... but Shaun has the move locked in too well! Frosty can't get out of it!

Zach Davis: This could be it for the snowman!

Daniels has entered the ring however and kicks Wilson off Frosty. Daniels grabs Wilson, picks him up, and hits the Cruel Intentions! Wilson rolls out of the ring. Daniels then grabs Frosty, but is tripped from behind by Chino. Chino pulls Daniels out of the ring before sliding back in himself. He picks Frosty up, going for an R.K.K. Slam, but Frosty lands behind Chino and grabs him... and hits THE BLIZZARD!

Shannan Lerch: That's his finisher!

Frosty falls and pins Chino!




Zach Davis: I don't believe it.

Shannan Lerch: Frosty the Snowman is victorious in his WCF debut!

Frosty gets up and does a little dance before getting his arm raised in the air. He then leaves the ring. Ryan Daniels looks up, realizing he lost without getting pinned, and curses to himself before leaving the arena.

XIII Challenge Segment

The arena goes dark – as in total blackout. The fans boo, and there’s a great deal of commotion amongst them.

Zach Davis: Is it the Undertaker? Shit! Run!

Shannan Lerch: You’re a tool. I’d like to know what’s going on though.

??: I’m here to issue a challenge. One match. Thirteen.

The crowd quieten down as the mysterious voice echoes over the arena.

??: Last time I was here, I did not receive my fair shot. I left this company without one very important piece of closure.

A few torch lights shine out, but the crowd remain quiet.

??: So here’s the deal. In compensation for this mistake, I want my chance. My one chance at redemption. No hardcore stipulations, no absurd gimmicks. One on one.

“Hallowed Be Thy Name” by Iron Maiden hits and Corey Black enters the stage with a flashlight, pointing it at the ring.

Corey Black: Listen, whoever’s down there in the ring? Cut the scary man gimmick and tell me what you want. I’m running Thirteen, and if you want something, it has to go through me.

??: Listen, Creeps, I’ve been through you a fair few times already, and you’ve done the same to me. I just want my match.

Corey Black: Who the fuck is that?

??: I’ll tell you who I am, but you give me what I want at Thirteen first.

Black’s flashlight scans the ring, and there is indeed a silhouette there, but it is nothing more at the moment. Corey doesn’t approach the ring, rather he just remains at the entrance ramp, not ruffled in the slightest.

Corey Black: If it’s in my power. What are your conditions, shadow-man?

??: I want a one on one at Thirteen.

Corey Black: With?

??: Jack of Blades.

Corey Black: Hang on – YOU’RE the one who wants Blades? If you’re not registered for the tournament, then fine, you can have him! Now who are you?

Shannan Lerch: Corey Black just agreed to book Jack of Blades next week at Thirteen! Didn’t Blades quit?

Zach Davis: Who cares? Shut up and tell us who the mystery man is!

??: You can hit the lights, Jade. Appreciated.

Zach Davis: JADE?

The lights burst into life.

Corey Black: Haha. I knew this’d be worth it. Ladies and gentlemen, at Thirteen – Jack of Blades will face SKYLER STRIKER!!!

Skyler Striker: Muchos gracias, Creeps.

Shannan Lerch: It’s Skyler Striker! We’re going to see Skyler Striker versus Jack of Blades!

Zach Davis: I’m so buying tickets.

As the microphone falls from Skyler’s lips, a warped, jarring screech pierces the eardrums of every audient in attendance. Emanating from the speaker system, the sound resonates throughout the arena causing the obligatory shots of fans holding their hands over their ears, complaining about the auditory assault. It truly is a terrible noise. A banshee's shriek? No. Fran Drescher eating a blackboard? No. To truly describe the sound to the ignorant is an impossible task. In the history of hearing, there has only ever been one comparable example. Imagine the frenzied screeches of a 22k modem as it attempts to warm-up. Now imagine that process while said modem simultaneously suffers the attacks of a 1000 Africanised honeybees. This is that sound.

Zach Davis: Jesus Christ, what's that noise?

Shannan Lerch: Argh! Girl’s got a hangover.

The only person who seems impervious to the electro-wailing is the man in the middle of the ring: Skyler Striker. While others claw at their ear lobes, hoping for sweet release, Striker merely puts on his game face and stares at the ramp. The arena darkens. A ceiling spotlight illuminates only the ring and Skyler. The rest of the arena is cloaked in pure midnight shadow.

Zach Davis: What is going on?

The screeching continues. Everyone is in darkness bar Striker who just continues to stare ahead, waiting for someone. But that special someone doesn't come. Nothing does. At first.

Shannan Lerch: Could this be? Is Blades making his return tonight?

As if cued by Shannan's words, the titantron kicks into life. A few flickers of energy pass through the forty-foot screen before it settles leaving just a flashing blue square permeating the darkness. The screech comes to a halt but the darkness remains. The only visible sources of life are Skyler Striker and the blinks of that flashing square. To those versed in computing, the square should be familiar. It's the cursor of a word processing programme awaiting commands from the typist. After a few more blinks, it receives those commands as the clicking of a keyboard falls from the speakers. The cursor moves towards the right leaving letters as it does so. Letters that are capitalized and of particular relevance. Letters that spell the words: 'I QUIT'

Zach Davis: We saw this last week. In Room Thirteen. The room that was supposed to be Jack of Blades'.

The crowd roars at the phrase and another image appears on the titantron. A scrabble-board with the words 'I QUIT.' Another image. A piece of graffiti sprawled on some-back urbanised attempt at writing 'I QUIT.' A fourth image. This one different from the rest. Merely a quick flash of Skyler Striker being thrown full-force into the walls of a Hell in the Cell.

Shannan Lerch: That was the Danny Vice versus Skyler Striker match at One 2007.

A fifth image. The words 'I QUIT' tattooed across a naked back. A sixth. A billboard...white background, black text. 'I QUIT.' The seventh image is no different: an old-time parchment, yellowed with age, displaying the words 'I QUIT' in fine cursive. The eighth image is quite different however. A piece of stock footage taken from Ellis Island's epic feud with Jack of Blades. It shows the moment when she lit Longcinda’s Breath causing a bellow of flame to ignite in Blades' face.

Zach Davis: Jesus, I remember that. That was when Ellis attempted to forever scar her pursuer, Jack of Blades.

And so the slide show continues. More shots of the words 'I QUIT' displayed in inventive fashions inter-cut with pivotal moments taken from Skyler and Blades' respective careers; moments when they were intense pain. The series of images continues its progression, increasing in its tempo. Finally, it reaches its crescendo and the screen turns to black. Nothing happens for a moment.

Zach Davis: Is that it?

The nothingness is only allowed to continue for a few seconds before the screeching returns quickly followed by the titantron reactivating. A page of the dictionary. The focus? The entry for the term 'I QUIT.' It lingers on the image for a few moments before cutting to a monochrome still of Skyler Striker tapping out to Jack of Blades' 'Fatal Hilarity' submission manoeuvre.

Zach Davis: That...that happened at the first-ever XIII event and the first-ever encounter between Striker and Blades.

The image shifts. The camera is panning over the wreckage of a car accident. It moves over detached wheels and unknown engine parts before settling on a dented license plate: 'I QUIT.' Another cut. This new image is also monochrome and also taken from stock footage. It is a still of Jade Striker driving a sledgehammer into the skull of Jack of Blades.

Shannan Lerch: That happened at Revenge '06. Where Skyler beat Blades and won the Hardcore title.

As Shannan says this, the titantron switches images again. A birds-eye view of a sparse patch of land. Nothing of particular note. That is, until, a sudden spark ignites unseen spillages of gasoline on the ground. In fire, the words 'I QUIT' arise. The image is switched. Another monochrome still. This one capturing Jack of Blades, caught in mid-air and half-way through completing his 'Aerial Armageddon' finisher.

Zach Davis:...And that was when Jack of Blades pinned Skyler Striker to win the tag titles for him and Logan.

A new image hits the screen. The lower half of a face. No eyes. No Nose. No ears. Nothing but a mouth from which spit the words 'I QUIT' in an English accent. The lips erupt into a rictus smile. The crowd knows whom these lips belong too. They boo madly. However, the following image causes the complete opposite reaction. Another shot in monochrome, explosive in its reception. It is of Jack of Blades trapped in The Lockdown with nothing but agony in his eyes.

Shannan Lerch: And that was the first and only time that Jack of Blades has ever submitted. The moment when Skyler Striker could call himself WCF World Champion.

The image goes replaced by something much more recent. It is a screenshot from last week's Slam. More specifically, it is an image of the illicit decoration that now marks Room Thirteen of last week's arena's East Wing. The composition of the reddened 'I QUIT' contrasted against the bleached whitewashed walls of the dressing room. It is a powerful sight and one that has received new meaning. Different digits, however, soon displace the blood red capitals: XIII. The video clicks off and the arena returns to its usual level of luminosity. The crowd explodes in anticipation.

Zach Davis: I think we can take that as official confirmation. Blades accepts Skyler's challenge but on his own terms. At XIII, it shall be the decider, The Fury Crusader, Skyler Striker versus The Bastard Clown, Jack of an 'I Quit' match!

Shannan Lerch: Damnit. Just when things get good, we've gotta cut to commercial.

However, before animated lizards attempt to sell you insurance, the camera allows for one final image to play out. A close-up of Skyler Striker, his expression unchanged and showing nothing but readiness, brings about the allotted advertisement slot.

Logan/Brad Kane Segment

A hot dog is once again in Logan's hand while he walks around backstage. He's munching on the hot dog, minding his own business when he feels something on his shoulder. Logan turns his head and sees a bit a ketchup on his bare shoulder. His eye's widen and begins to gasp for air.

Logan: What kind of treachery is this? What boudle dropped this digusting crud on me?!

He looks around to see no one until Brad Kane steps out from the shadows with a full 64 ounce a bottle of ketchup. Logan begins to shake his head.

Logan: No. I hate ketchup!

Brad Kane: Well I figure you need some for you hot dog.

Logan is still shaking his head.

Logan: I don't think so! The only thing that belongs on a hot dog is mustard, none of that vile ketchup. If you got some on my hot dog, I'd very, very upset.

Brad shrugs before opening the cap to the ketchup bottle.

Logan: Don't you dare!

Brad Kane: Don't do what?

Logan is tapping his foot on the ground.

Logan: Spray my hot dog down with ketchup.

Brad Kane smirks as he aims the bottle at Logan.

Brad Kane: Alright then, I don't know why you want ketchup on your hot dog but...

He presses down on the bottle, ketchup starting to go all over the place. Its like a scene from a horror movie as it hits Logan's hot dog before splashing onto his chest. Logan drops down to his knees, yelling in horror.


Brad keeps on emptying out the ketchup bottle all over Logan as he curls up into a fetal position. Once the bottle is empty, Brad picks up the hot dog and opens up Logan's mouth. Logan tries to stop him but he's forced to eat the ketchup covered hot dog! Brad smirks before walking off. Logan stays on the ground completely covered in ketchup. Seth Lerch comes up to the scene now.

Seth Lerch: Logan, what in the hell happened?!

Logan: That former Reckless boudle... he... he ketchup'd me!

Seth's jaw drops as he calls for EMTs to come over and help the former WCF World Champion.

Dobbie vs Davey Boone/Thunder

Dobbie comes out first, and is followed by his opponents. First, Davey Boone. Before the bell even rings, however, Boone tackles Dobbie and starts attacking him!

Zach Davis: Boone didn't want to wait to get a piece of the Dark Side!

Thunder comes out next and waits on the apron for a tag. Dobbie, however, starts fighting back. Dobbie hits a Dropkick, and also a Moonsault, though Boone kicks out.

Shannan Lerch: Dobbie, actually, giving it all here. I don't want to be impressed but he's doing a good job.

Boone soon tags in Thunder. Thunder comes in and stops Dobbie's momentum. He hits a big T-Bone Suplex, goes for a pin, and Dobbie kicks out. After working Dobbie over a bit, he then hits a Tiger Driver as well, going for another pin.. but no! Dobbie kicks out again!

Zach Davis: Thunder, very impressive here, but Dobbie won't stay down!

Thunder tags Boone back in, but as he does Dobbie throws him out of the ring. Boone kicks Dobbie in the gut and Suplexes him. Boone then picks Dobbie up but Dobbie hits him with a Low Blow.

Shannan Lerch: Referee too scared to do anything about that low blow, doesn't want to lose his job.

Boone then rolls out of the ring. Dobbie proceeds to climb to the top rope and jump onto both men, taking them both out!

Zach Davis: Wow! I can't believe it!

Dobbie shakes off the cobwebs and grabs Boone, throwing him back in the ring. He goes for a pin but Boone gets his arm up, refusing to lose! Eventually Boone regains the upper hand and tags Thunder in.

Shannan Lerch: Looks like that big move may have taken a lot out of Dobbie.

Eventually, Thunder is able to get Dobbie up and hits a Thunder and Lightning!

Zach Davis: Thunder pins...

One, two, three! Thunder gets the victory. He rolls out, raising his arms in the air.

Gravedigger and Chester suddenly step from the back. Gravedigger says something to Chester and watches as he heads to the ring. Chester slides in as Dobbie turns around. He says something to Dobbie and they grab Davey. Chester signals for the Decapitation, but Dobbie stops Chester and says something to him. Chester stops and grins wickedly.

Shannan Lerch: I don't like that look he has on his face.

Dobbie slides out of the ring as Chester powerbombs Davey Boone. He walks over and shoves one of the ringside attendants out of his chair and folds it up. He slides back into the ring with the chair in hand. He signals for Chester to go ahead. Chester grabs Boone by the legs as Dobbie gets ready to swing the chair. Chester leans back and slingshots Davey Boone, right into a vicious chair shot by Dobbie!!

The crowd goes nuts, booing, as Davey Boone crumples to the mat. Dobbie and Chester get down near Davey Boone and start trash talking the unconcious Boone. They get back up and look towards Gravedigger, who is applauding them. "Haunted" by Disturbed plays as Chester and Dobbie climb out of the ring and head up the ramp. They go back to the back with Gravedigger.

XIII Mystery Competitor Revealed

Cameras cut backstage as Davey Boone is seen standing beside Shaun Wilson as they are having a chat.

Davey Boone: I am glad you decided to join me man, great to have you in the WCF!

Shaun Wilson: I am just happy we can finally tell people you and I are brothers. Been a secret for a while now and we can do this thing right!

Corey Black walks up to Davey Boone with an unhappy look on his face.

Corey Black: Boone, you need to put up or shut up. Who is this mystery person you have signed up for?

Wilson and Boone look at each other and smile.

Davey Boone: I am sure he will want to introduce himself to you, and you are no stranger to him. Why don’t you just take a look for yourself?

A man wearing a hood over his head is standing directly behind Corey Black as we can hear the crowd getting a little bit fired up. Black has a strange look in his eyes as he slowly turns around and jumps back a bit. The man flips back the hood to reveal himself as JOHNNY CRAVEN! The crowd erupts into a roar almost blowing the roof off the arena.

Corey Black: Johnny Craven….the man I beat for the Hardcor..

Johnny Craven: ENOUGH! At XIII, YOUR show, I plan on taking the name as King of the Deathmatch! Creeping Death, you and I have never seen eye to eye and with all of this Seth Lerch and Dark Side garbage going around…either way you look at it, I am not going to be seeing eye to eye with you! My advice is for you to stay out of my way, or I will run you dow..

Corey Black: ENOUGH! Boone, Wilson, and you….good luck at XIII because you will all three need it!

Corey Black pats Craven on the back and leaves the view of the camera. Several moments later, there is a yell heard in the direction Corey walked in. The cameraman sprints down the corridor and comes to the locker room of Corey Black. He steps into the door to see a couple of stage crew members stunned at what they are looking at.

Stage Hand Guy: What is that?

Corey Black: It is a freakin SCORPION! It was in this box with another note inside of it, I smashed the dang thing just before it tried to sting me! The note says, “Creeping Death, you only think you rule the realm that’s known as Hardcore. The REAL Hardcore Icon is coming home and will retake his claim. And YOU….YOU will feel the wrath and STING of what I will bring! Time will only tell, enjoy gift number two because gift number three comes at XII!” Damn, he didn’t sign anything on it this time. This is really starting to get old, what will happen next? Is he going to throw the kitchen sink at me or maybe gift-wrap a giraffe?

Cameras cut back to the ring!

Logan/Seth Lerch Segment

Logan is backstage, apparently regaining himself after his scuffle with Brad Kane and ketchup. Seth is with him. Logan's lacing up his boots.

Seth Lerch: Alright, Logan... Are you prepared for tonight?

Logan: I don't know, Seth, I just don't know. I can still taste the ketchup in my mouth...

Seth slaps Logan, who immediately looks up.

Seth Lerch: Logan, come on. I need you in the game tonight. Tonight isn't about Brad Kane, no matter what he just did. You have him next week for your US Title match. This week is about Corey Black.

Logan: I know, I know. Havent you seen all my classic matches with Creeping Death that are featured on the "Best of Logan: Special Edition" DVD that is on shelves now?

Seth Lerch: Yes yes Logan of course I have. Sigh. You looked pretty good last week, I'll admit, but I want a straight up win tonight. No more paying off referees. And I don't want you to just let Brad do all the work, either.

Logan: Yeah, yeah...

Seth Lerch: Logan, LISTEN TO ME. Didn't you hear, the Dark Side is gunning for you tonight! Gravedigger wants to destroy you! I know you remember what we talked about earlier, what you have to prepare for... sigh.

Logan: Look Seth, I didn't want to be the guy you picked for this. YOU picked ME. I am who I am and I don't know if you're gonna change me. I didn't volunteer, and I just ain't the Face of Treachery anymore... I don't care about the Dark Side coming after me or anything, all I care about is hot dogs and DVD profits.

Seth sighs.

Seth Lerch: Fine, Logan. Fine. I hope you have a rude awakening tonight, because I need the old you and I just don't know how to bring him out.

Seth gets up and begins to walk away.

Seth Lerch: And I don't know why you entered that damn Death Match tournament, either.

Seth leaves the room, leaving a confused Logan.

Logan: ...I entered a Death Match tournament?

Scene fades out.

Corey Black vs Brad Kane/Logan

No theatrics. No lights going out, nothing. Machine Head's cover of "Hallowed Be Thy Name" by Iron Maiden hits the PA system. With every bell toll, the lights flash brighter. When Robb Flynn comes in singing, the crowd sings along. "I'm waiting in my cold cell, when the bell begins to chime. Reflecting on my past life, and it doesn't have much time. Because at five o'clock, they take me to the gallows pole. The sands of time, for me, are running looooow!" One minute and eight seconds in, when the guitar hits, Corey Black comes through the curtain and onto the stage, wearing the Creeping Death mask, along with a black hoodie with the hood up, and Nikki Venus by his side. Black Venus stop on the stage and take in the reaction from the crowd, Corey looking out to them from behind the mask. Corey walks down to the ring, not veering from a straight shot into the squared circle, while Nikki walks behind him. Corey slides in under the bottom rope and gets up, throwing the devil horns as he stands, to which the crowd does back. Nikki stops on the floor before the ring and stands there cheering on her man. Corey pulls his hood down and removes Creeping Death mask, once again looking out and getting a reaction. Black takes off the hoodie and drops all the items on the apron, then walks to the far corner and awaits the match to begin.

Zach Davis: This is the man of the hour. In a few days he will host XIII, but tonight he's being forced to fight in a handicapped against two of WCF's fiercest competitors.

Shannan Lerch: Two fierce competitors who had altercations earlier in the night, however.

"In my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty... handsome, what have you, the right person will still think the sun shines out your ass. That's the kind of person that's worth sticking with."

The house lights go out in the arena as the opening of "Eye of the Storm" by Killswitch Engage flares up. Strobe lights begin to go insane when the vocals blare out of the sound system as Brad Kane, WCF United States Championship strapped around his waist as he appears in the entry way. The crowd cheers seeing them as Brad inhales before he makes his way down the ring. A few hands get slapped but not many as once Brad is at ringside, he hops up on the ring apron. The lights are back to normal as they enter the ring as he heads to the nearest turnbuckle and goes up to the middle buckle. He takes the United States Title off of his waist, holding it up into the air as he looks out into the crowd. Some take pictures as he steps down, inhaling once more as he does the same thing on the other side of the ring. He then backs into the corner as hands the United States Title to the ref. Brad then waits for the match to begin as his entrance song fades off.

Zach Davis: This man will meet Logan next week on Slam for his United States Title.

The lights dim in the arena, blue pryos shoot down the ramp, and a drum beat rolls into the PA speakers. HIM "Sigillum Diaboli" blasts out of the speakers, and Logan steps out from behind the black curtain with a cocky look on his face as he walks down to the ring. On the way, Logan might reach out every now, and then snatching peanuts from fans, or whatever else their snacking on. He hits ringside, resting on the apron catching up on a breath or two before sliding into the ring, and leaning against the turnbuckle corner.

Shannan Lerch: And here's my dreamboat!

Corey stands in his corner of the ring, bouncing a bit and cracking his neck, ready to go. Of course, Logan and Kane are arguing with one another about who should start the match.

Zach Davis: Notice, Seth is not ringside with Logan. Seth expects Logan to do this on his own.

Eventually Logan decides he'd rather watch the match than participate and lets Kane starts it off.

Shannan Lerch: Brad Kane and Corey Black have a crapload of experience with one another, and here we go again.

Zach Davis: I was kinda surprised we didn't see Brad Kane enter the King of the Deathmatch tournament, actually.

Black and Kane hook up in the middle of the ring, though this results in a stalemate. Kane hits Black with a chop to the chest, which Black of course returns. Kane hits another, Black hits another. "WHOOOO!" fills the arena. Kane bounces off the ropes and hits a Running Dropkick to the chest!

Shannan Lerch: That's the John Woo!

Black goes down and Kane goes for the quick pin, and gets a two count. Kane picks Black up and grabs him for a Uranage move, but Black elbows him in the head. Black slides behind Kane and executes a vicious Dragon Suplex into pin! The ref counts, one, two, no, Kane kicks out.

Zach Davis: Very big impactful move at the start of this match.

Black gets up and starts kicking away at Kane. Kane begins making his way towards the corner to tag Logan. Logan notices and looks hesitant, but sighs to himself and eventually sticks out his arm tomake the tag. Black picks Kane up, but Kane snaps off a quick kick, sending Black off his game for a second. Kane uses this second to tag in Logan!

Shannan Lerch: Here comes my man!

Logan enters the ring as Black turns back around. Logan slaps Black in the face. Black proceeds to go for a big Clothesline, which Logan ducks and executes a German Suplex! The crowd pops big!

Zach Davis: Okay, that was kinda impressive.

Logan stands up and tags Brad Kane back into the match.

Zach Davis: Nevermind.

Brad sighs, but decides to use Logan's momentum in his favor. He climbs up onto the turnbuckle..

Shannan Lerch: Reckless.

And jumps off with a Double Foot Stomp! Black has the presence of mind, however, to roll out of the way. He gets to his feet just as Kane composes himself and runs at him, executing a Shining Wizard. Kane goes down and Black grabs his legs and locks in a Texas Cloverleaf.

Zach Davis: Shades of the late great Dean Malenko.

Shannan Lerch: I didn't think Dean Malenko was dead!

Zach Davis: He's not yet, but the odds aren't in his favor.

Kane is yelling in pain, trying to make his way to the ropes. Every so often he looks at Logan expectantly, wondering why Logan isn't getting in to help him. The crowd knows the answer: laziness. They begin clapping and chanting "Logan! Logan!" At first Logan pretends to ignore the chants, not hearing them, but eventually a fire seems to snap inside of him and he enters the ring with a head of steam and kicks Black right in the head! Black lets go of the Cloverleaf and drops to the mat. The ref forces Logan out of the ring. Kane gets to his feet and thinks about tagging Logan in, but decides it probably wouldn't even be worth it. Corey Black is up and he grabs Kane, lifting him up for a Death Valley Driver, but Kane reverses it into a Crucifix Bomb!

Shannan Lerch: How in the world did he do that!?

Kane and Black both lay on the mat. Eventually both men begin to get to their feet, and do so and approximately the same time. Kane throws Black to the turnbuckle, and then gets up on an opposite turnbuckle and poses for the fans.

Zach Davis: This really isn't like Brad Kane.

The ref is telling him to knock it off and get back to the match. Meanwhile, Logan has just pulled out a pair of brass knuckles from his pocket and punches Black right in the back of the head with them! Black stumbles forward as Kane turns back around to him and Logan throws away the knucks.

Shannan Lerch: Now THAT'S old school Logan style!

Zach Davis: You mean being a cheating asshole?

Shannan Lerch: Exactly!

Brad Kane catches Kane and hits his Pumphandle Uranage!

Zach Davis: He calls that the LMSBCBK! I think he hates announcers because that is a damn hard name to memorize and say really fast.

Kane pins Black.




Shannan Lerch: Yyeessss.

Zach Davis: Well, Black takes the loss here, but he still has a lot to look forward to. Gravedigger got to punish him but Black still has XIII to look forward to, not to mention his World Title match against Torture at Till Death Do Us Part.

Kane stands up and Logan enters the ring.

Shannan Lerch: Could there be a confrontation here?

Logan looks like he's about to attack, but then seems to get a sidesplit. He holds his side, looks at Kane and gives him the finger, and rolls out of the ring. Kane laughs to himself and shrugs.

Zach Davis: Sigh. Logan needs some working out.

Black is to his feet, and despite the loss doesn't seem to worried about it. In fact, a sick smile is crossing his face.

Shannan Lerch: What does Corey Black have planned for XIII?

Zach Davis: I shudder to think, Shannan. I shudder to think.

Logan Segment

The scene opens up with Logan walking around backstage. He suddenly stops as his eyes get wide. The camera pans around behind him to see what he's looking at. A man is standing in front of a sign with his hand on part of it. It reads:

<----- This way

The guy suddenly moves and starts walking away and Logan makes a weird, happy noise as he notices the true sign.

FREE Hot dogs
<----- This way

Logan runs down the hall and turns to the direction the sign points in. Down at the end of the long hallway, he sees a hotdog stand. Logan suddenly gets angry when he notices that the hotdog mascot is giving them away.

Logan: YOU!!!

The hotdog mascot jumps and is shocked as Logan comes barreling down the hallway. From out of nowhere, Mike D leaps out from a side hallway and lays out Logan. Chester and Dobbie come running out from it, too. The three men start pounding away at Logan and kicking him for all their worth. Chester picks up Logan and tosses him into a nearby steel door. Logan slumps down to the floor.

In the background, Gravedigger is seen standing with the mascot who is holding out his hand. Gravedigger counts out some money to him and pats him on the left side of the bun. Gravedigger slowly walks up to Logan who is barely concious. Gravedigger squats down beside Logan.

Gravedigger: So you're the heart and soul of WCF? No wonder this place sucks. Just so you know, once this place dies, so does your little DVD selling venture. So does yoru days of peddling your wares. No one will know who you are anymore, no one will even care. That's if...they still do.

Gravedigger stands up and gives Logan a really swift kick to the ribs.

Gravedigger: Come on guys, I want to watch Torture's match. Let's go back to my office.

Gravedigger looks down at Logan once more and shakes his head as he walks away. Mike D and Dobbie follow him. Chester walks over and kicks Logan once more before walking down the hall with them. EMTs come rushing down the hallway and start tending to Logan.

Seth Lerch: Hey, Gravedigger!

Gravedigger turns around.

Seth Lerch: You son of a bitch. Yeah, it's me. If you want to hear what I have to say, hold your goons back.

Gravedigger nods to his men, keeping them from attacking.

Seth Lerch: I can't help but notice you're free this Friday night, so here is what I'm proposing: you meet Logan and I there, face to face in the ring. On Corey Black's show, where YOU'RE not in control. We have a proposition for you.

Gravedigger smiles to himself.

Gravedigger: A proposition, you say? Well, I suppose I SHOULD make some kind of appearance at XIII, and kicking your ass sounds like a well enough way to make my mark on the show... you're on, Lerch. See you and Logan then.

Gravedigger and the Dark Side leave as Seth helps the EMTs with Logan.

Prince Jimmy Dean vs Torture

The lights go off and Jerry "The King" Lawler's music starts playing. A single spotlight shines on a vacant archway and Prince Jimmy Dean is majestically pulled out on a golden carriage by two white horses. The crowd is silent in awe at the grandeur of the entrance. Prince Jimmy Dean is pulled around the ring while the crowd silently looks upon his carriage in awe. He slowly gets out of the chariot and gracefully walks into the ring and stands in the center as the single spotlight shines on him. The light goes off and he waits for his opponent to approach.

Zach Davis: Prince Jimmy Dean made a demand last week on Slam, citing his only reason here was to take the World Title away from Torture.

Jamais Vu from Dredg hits the speakers, and the crowd begins to boo. Some hardcore Torture fans cheer. Fireworks go off on the stage as the lights go to black and smoke fills the top of the ramp way. Torture steps out from the curtain and stands in the middle of the stage. The smoke clears 20 seconds in, and the crowd boo's even harder. The hardcore fans keep cheering. More boos than most though. Torture walks down the ramp smiling yet focused and intent on beating his opponent. He slides into the ring walks to one of the ring posts and taunts to the crowd. He throws one hand into the air, and his other hand points to his waist as if he's always wearing Championship Gold. He backs down off of the ring post and the lights slowly comeback on.

Shannan Lerch: Shocking. Torture doesn't have the rest of the Dynasty out here.

Zach Davis: Torture looks ready, and Jimmy Dean looks like he is as well.

Torture, standing in his corner, puts his arms out. The ref asks for the title. Torture shakes his head no. The ref walks behind Torture and takes the Championship gold off of his waist and folds it. He puts the belt into the air to show to the crowd and time keeper. Jimmy Dean and Torture go face to face in the middle of the ring. The crowd begins chanting "JIM-MY-DEAN! JIM-MY-DEAN! JIM-MY-DEAN!". The timekeeper rings the bell. The ref gives the title to a staff member.

Dean goes for a punch but stops it inches away from Torture's face. The Tort never flinched. Both staring holes through each other. Jimmy Dean begins to mouth something off, and Torture shoves him easily away. Jimmy Dean looks down, then walks right back into Tortures face. Dean shoves Torture. The crowd cheers. Torture walks back over and lays a palm right to Deans cheek.

Shannan Lerch: Oh! He slapped him!

Dean runs at Torture and tackles him. Dean begins to lay left and rights as Torture tries to block each and everyone of them. The crowd erupts. Dean still punching. Torture finally shoves Dean off. Torture gets to his feet as Dean gets to his. Dean grabs Tort and throws him to the ring corner. Dean hits a few quick clotheslines to the chest of Torture. Dean throws Torture to the other corner's turnbuckles. Dean runs, Torture leaps over Dean! Dean turns around and Torture gives a sidekick straight to the chest of Dean. The Prince reels back into the turnbuckles, bounces off of them and stumbles back into the center of the ring where Torture hits an overhead belly to belly suplex. Torture gets up and pins.


Zach Davis: Prince kicks up.

Torture gets to his feet and argues with the ref to count faster. Torture bends down and Dean gives a kick to the face. Torture reels back holding his jaw. Dean nips up and hits a running clothesline. Torture hits the mat but gets back up, Dean still running bounces off the ropes and hits a crossbody on Torture! Dean bounces to his feet and leaps up to the top rope and hits a moonsault! Dean pins.


Shannan Lerch: Torture kicks up.

Zach Davis: Both Champion and Challenger have had some quick offense here in the beginning..

Torture uses the ropes to get to his feet, Dean runs and hits a clothesline sending both men over the ropes and to the mats below. Dean gets up first and lands some kicks to the back and mid-section. Dean lifts Torture up and throws his face into the ring apron. Dean hits a back hand chop afterward. Dean hits a Russian leg sweep on Torture sending him back into the guardrail. Dean gets up and rolls back into the ring stopping the ten count. Dean rolls back out and grabs Torture sending him back into the ring.

Dean gets in and taunts to the crowd that cheers him on! Torture crawls over to the refs legs. The ref kicks him off and Dean picks him up and hits a DDT. Dean pins.


Zach Davis: Another two count for Dean.

Shannan Lerch: Dean certainly on the offensive now.

Dean picks up Torture and tosses him into the turnbuckles. Dean picks him up and sits Torture on the top rope. Dean climbs up on the bottom rope but Torture lands a few punches sending Dean off the ropes to the mat. Torture stands up on the top rope. Dean gets to his feet. Torture leaps and lands a cross body. Dean lands on his back, but continues to the roll and pins Torture!!~!


Zach Davis: Torture kicks up!

Shannan Lerch: Wow!

Dean gets to his feet as does Torture. Torture goes for a clothesline, but Dean catches it then hits a Flatliner. Dean rolls Torture over and pins.

1...2......kick up.

Zach Davis: Another kick up!

Dean slaps the mat a few times and gets to his feet. The crowd fully behind him in his quest to World Championship gold. Dean picks up Torture. Torture pokes Jimmy Dean in the eyes! Dean stumbles into the ropes. Torture comes after him. Dean quickly hits a kick to the midsection then hits the Stunner! Tort lands on his back, out cold.

Shannan Lerch: THE SAUSAGE SLAMMAAA!!!!W!#$!@~!

Dean laying on his back holding his eyes. He turns and puts an arm over Torture. The ref counts.

1... 2.......... ... ... ... ... .. ...


Dean rolls to his stomach on the mat, the ref informing him it was only a two count. The crowd reacts in boos and slander towards the ref and Torture. Dean uses the ropes to get to his feet. He looks out at the crowd. They cheer him back on. Dean feels... he turns around and notices Torture stumbling to his feet. Torture turns around, and Dean locks an arm over! This could be the Rock Bottom that Dean calls the Baconator! Torture elbows his way out of it, breaks the hold, Torture grabs Dean from behind and quickly hits the Tortures Device!~~!@~!

Shannan Lerch: OUT. OF.

Zach Davis: NOWHERE!

Both men on the mats. Torture, instead of going for the pin, rolls towards the turnbuckles. He uses each turnbuckle to help him get to his own feet. He gets to the ring apron, then climbs up the turnbuckles. He stands up on them and goes for his trademark Frogsplash! Jimmy Dean puts his knees up. Torture lands, and bounces off of Deans knees and to the mat! Dean holds his legs in pain.

Shannan Lerch: High risk move..

Zach Davis: Both men back down again!

After a few seconds, both men gather the strength to stand back up. Dean pushes Torture into the corner. Dean connects with a left and right, getting more stanima with every punch, until Torture delivers a swift kick to the nuts. The ref warns Torture as Dean hits his knees in pain, and the crowd reacts with slander and boos. Torture flips them off and smiles. Torture picks up Dean and hits the Finishing Touch F5 manuever! But Dean was swung around and knocked out the ref! Torture sits up and notices the ref is knocked out. He slides out of the ring, and grabs his World Title. Torture slides back into the ring and stands over Jimmy Dean and taunts the World Title over Deans face. The lights go out!

Zach Davis: Uhm. Wut the hell!?

Shannan Lerch: Not a fan of the darkness.

The lights flash back on and theres a casket sitting on top of the rampway. It's sitting up on end, and the door is open. Spray painted on the door is RIP, inside the casket is spraypainted "TORTURE". The Tort looks at it, then looks around looking for Gravedigger and the Dark Side.

Shannan Lerch: Mind games!

Zach Davis: Who knew!

Torture turns around and hte crow cheers as Jimmy Dean hits the Baconator! Torture flips to the mat below tossing the World Title in the air. Dean grabs the ref and covers Torture!



The ref wakes up and Dean pins.



The ref stops and notices the World Title on the mat next to Torture. The ref stands up and rings the bell!

Zach Davis: What just happened!?

Dean stands up and asks for the refs attention. The ref yells something to the ringside announcer.


Jimmy Dean flips out as does the crowd.

Shannan Lerch: OH B.S!

Zach Davis: How the hell did Dean get disqualified. I just don't get it.

Shannan Lerch: Torture escaped another one.

Just then Tort motions to the back. Chris Avery and Rick Mad come sprinting down the ramp. Avery with a chair in hand. They slide in. The ref gets the hell out of the ring. Dean stands ready to fight. Avery corners Dean, and Mad attacks first. Dean tries to fight him off, but Avery connects a vicious chairshot to Deans back sending him forward, and Mad hits a MAD DDT!

Zach Davis: Damn it. Damn the Dynasty!

Torture grabs his World Title and picks it back up. Avery picks up Dean, Mad holds on to Dean as well. Torture talks smack and smashes the World Gold into Deans face breaking his forehead open. They pick Dean back up, and Torture picks up the Chair. He smashes the chair, overhead style, right into Deans head. Sending the Prince back down to the mat. Torture picks up Dean and hits the Tortures Device. He grabs the chair and slams it down onto Prince Jimmy Deans face. He picks it back up and slams it back down on the Prince one more time. Fans begin to throw trash into the ring. Mad and Avery yell at Torture to come out of the ring.

Shannan Lerch: Dean isn't moving..

Zach Davis: Someone needs to stop this damn it!

Torture picks up the chair one more time and smashes it back down on to the Prince. Jimmy Dean is done. Torture throws the bent chair to the mat and spits on Deans lifeless body. Torture picks up the World Title once again and holds it up into the air. The fans continue to throw trash, bottles, cups, and more food wrappers. Torture smiles and winks to the camera. He slides out of the ring as his music plays. He walks up the ramp slowly and stops at the Casket. He smiles and just shrugs it off. They walk behind the curtain.

The WCF logo appears on the screen as we fade out.

Shannan Lerch: Someone needs to check on Prince Jimmy Dean.

Zach Davis: I.. I can't believe what we have seen.

Backstage Attack

Zach Davis: What's this? We are clear though, right?

Shannan Lerch: What's going on back there?

Zach Davis: Davey Boone has been attacked? By who?

Cameras cut backstage as the cameraman is running down the hallway after Johnny Craven and some medics. They bust through the exit to see Shaun Wilson on a knee over the bloodied body of Davey Boone.

Johnny Craven: WHO THE HELL DID THIS?!?!?

Shaun Wilson: It was the Dark Side man! Who else could it have been!?

Gravedigger walks out of the exit now as a doctor is checking on Boone's vital signs.

Gravedigger: Is he going to be alright? *smirking*

Johnny Craven: YOU SON OF A BITCH!

Gravedigger: Security, escort these to men away from this scene. I am sure that the medics here need some room to work.

Security escorts Johnny Craven and Shaun Wilson away from the scene as the medics are checking on Boone.

EMT Person: He is breathing, he's going to be alright.

Gravedigger: Will he be set to go by Friday?

EMT Person: No, he should be alright by Monday but he can't wrestle Friday night. Especially not in a Deathmatch Tournament!

Gravedigger: Ahah, so much for your silly tournament, Corey! Poor Boone....oh well, it happens!

Gravedigger smiles really big now as the show fades to black.