Slam Intro
Corey Black Segment
Brad Kane Segment
Dobbie vs Frosty the Snowman
Rick Mad Segment
Gravedigger Segment
Davey Boone/Thunder vs Torture/Chris Avery
Torture/Seth Lerch/Logan Segment
US Title: Logan vs Brad Kane

Slam Intro

Batcat by Mogwai blasts and the first Slam following XIII and the last Slam before Till Death Do Us Part is on the air! We go to our announcers.

Zach Davis: Well, I'll be honest. XIII was crazy.

Shannan Lerch: We saw Gravedigger taken out of his element and defeated by our World Champion, Torture. We saw Brad Kane cut a vicious promo against one Kevin Hardaway. We saw Seth Lerch and Logan challenge Gravedigger to a match at Till Death Do Us Part for control of WCF.

Zach Davis: And we saw Corey Black win some of the most vicious matches we've ever seen and become the King of the Deathmatch, defeating Rick Mad in the first match, and also the final match.

Shannan Lerch: Rick Mad gave it his all and surprised a lot of people but wasn't able to get the win. And actually, no one has heard from him since then, including, I hear, Torture and Chris Avery. Though we have footage concerning Rick Mad later tonight.

Zach Davis: Also tonight, we have Logan continuing his path towards Gravedigger by seeing if he can win gold one more time.... he's up against his arch nemesis Brad Kane.

Shannan Lerch: This is a match for the ages, surely. These men have fought time and time again and I've never seen two men that hate each other in quite the way that Logan and Kane do.

Zach Davis: We have World Champion Torture teaming with Chris Avery to take on Davey Boone and Thunder. Boone and Thunder looked good as a team last week, so let's see how they do tonight.

Shannan Lerch: And in our opening match, we have the Dark Side's Dobbie facing Frosty the Snowman!

Zach Davis: Frosty brought a lot of new viewers to Slam and Gravedigger sure doesn't like that.

Shannan Lerch: And, ugh, the first segment of the night... the King of the Deathmatch... Corey Black.

Corey Black Segment

Machine Head's version of "Hallowed Be Thy Name" by Iron Maiden blasts through the PA, and the crowd goes bananacakes. Out from the back comes Corey Black, wearing a black hoodie, camo shorts, and holding the WCF King of the Deathmatch trophy.

Shannan Lerch: I REALLY hate CD.

Zach Davis: Hatred aside, the man won yet another tournament, and yet another main event at his own show, XIII.

Corey makes his way down to the ring and slides in gingerly, obviously in pain from the tournament. Black calls for a mic, and receives one.

Corey Black: I'm out here tonight for two reasons. Number one, fuck anybody that tries to stand in my way. That goes for Johnny Craven, Kevin Hardaway, Davey Boone, or even Torture. I've proven myself time and time again. Cruiserweight tournaments, Deathmatch tournaments, the WCF Classic, World Title tournaments, you throw anything at me in tournament form, and I'm going to the top.

Corey holds the Deathmatch Trophy high into the air.

Corey Black: And my second order, is next month's show. The overwhelming success two days ago means a lot to me. Friday the 13th happens yet again in March, and I plan on making it a doozy of epic standards. No tournaments, but blood to be spilled anyway. XIII will have yet another new home, this time,

A match I know I can confirm is set in stone. With the federation dead, I thought GWC could use a proper sendoff. I'm going to invite any former GWC member to take part in the match, namely Brad Kane, Ryan Daniels, Thunder, and maybe even Kevin Hardaway. One way or another, a "GWC Farewell Match" is taking place.

I'm going to work with Jack of Blades and Skyler Striker to come to an agreement on a rematch. I'm fairly confident they'll be game, though. They've got something against each other that is just chaos.

By the off chance I don't defeat Torture at Til Death Do Us Part, the main event of XIII will be the re-re-re-rematch. Not just any match, either. That is already set in stone. What isn't set in stone, is if I win the WCF World Title at Til Death Do Us Part. And that will remain a mystery. I will have a match, and Torture will have a match, but it will all depend on title placement.

Corey Black smiles and drops the microphone to the roar of the crowd.

Shannan Lerch: There's CD, throwing his power around yet again.

Zach Davis: He won the right fair and square, Shannon. You can't discount any of his decisions.

Corey exits the ring and takes his trophy to the backstage area.

Brad Kane Segment

Camera cuts backstage to follow Brad Kane who is in the final moments before the start of his match against Logan here tonight. A few backstage workers give him a generic words before Brad's eyes light up. Sitting in a trash can is the WCF Television Championship.

Brad Kane: Well hello. Where you been all my life?

He picks up the title before dusting it off. With the United States Title around his waist, Brad slings the TV Title over his shoulder and grins.

Brad Kane: This feels right. Hey worker, what do you think?

A worker looks over to see Brad holding both titles. He nods his head, thinking its alright.

Worker: Lookin' good Mister K.

Brad Kane: Excellent. Anyways, I better get out to the ring. Don't want to hold the fans up.

The worker nods before Brad keeps the TV Title around his shoulder as the camera cuts back to ringside.

Dobbie vs Frosty the Snowman

"Dead And Gone" by T.I. plays on the speakers as Dobbie runs out from the back with Jayson Stasiak following behind him. Dobbie runs down both sides of the ramp slapping hands. He then slides into the ring and poses on each turnbuckle. He backflips off the last one and runs back and forth to each side of the ring, bouncing off the ropes until the match begins.

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.

Shannan Lerch: Wow, they might need the psych ward to be on call after this match. Both of these guys are crazy.

Zach Davis: You got that right, actually, half the wrestlers in WCF are kinda off their rockers.

The referee signals for the bell as Frosty and Dobbie measure each up. They walk up to each other and Dobbie gets in Frosty's face and starts talking trash. Whether or not Frosty is saying anything back is anyone's guess as the head never moves. Finally, Dobbie slaps Frosty. The crowd boos and then starts cheering as Frosty slaps him back. The two men start trading rights with each other. Finally Frosty ducks one of Dobbie's swings, who stumbles past him. He turns around as Frosty grabs him and headbutts him. Dobbie goes flying back and gets up, confused at how hard he was headbutted.

Dobbie runs at Frosty, ducks a clothesline attempt, bounces off the ropes and then hits Frosty with a cross body block, putting the snowman on the ground. Frosty just lays there as Dobbie bounces back up. Dobbie taunts the crowd and then turns back to the snowman who is still laying there. Dobbie gets down and starts talking trash to Frosty, but then suddenly Frosty reaches up and surprises everyone by getting him in a small package. The referee slides into position.

1...kick out!

Shannan Lerch: Too early in the match for a pin.

Dobbie jumps up, all fired up. Frosty gets up and is floored again by another clothesline, but he bounces right back up. Dobbie puts him down with another clothesline, and then goes for a third one but Frosty ducks. Frosty boots Dobbie in the gut and nails a DDT in the middle of the ring. Frosty starts wailing on Dobbie who slides out of the ring. Jayson runs over as Dobbie collects himself. The two of them discuss something as the referee starts to do the ten count.

Dobbie climbs back up onto the apron. Frosty comes over to the side and Dobbie ducks between the ropes and headbutts him in the gut. Frosty bends over and Dobbie leaps over and hits a sunset flip and holds it for a pin attempt.

1..kick out!

Zach Davis: STILL too early in the match for a pin.

Dobbie jumps back up as does Frosty. Dobbie hits a picture perfect drop kick and bounces right back up. Dobbie runs over and mounts the turnbuckle. Dobbie goes airborne, trying to hit a missle dropkick but Frosty moves out of the way and shoves him to the side as Dobbie hits the mat. Frosty walks over helps Dobbie up. Frosty irish whips Dobbie into the corner and walks over to him. He holds his arm back and delivers a chop to Dobbie's bare chest. The crowd hollers out "Woo!" as Frosty delivers a couple of more chops to Dobbie who yells out in pain. Frosty irish whips Dobbie to the opposite corner. Frosty signals for the Blizzard. Dobbie moves out of the way at the last second and the snowman bounces off the turnbuckle face-first. Dobbie runs and grabs his head and hits a neckbreaker on Frosty. Dobbie helps Frosty up and irish whips him across the ring. Frosty bounces back and Dobbie hits a hurracanrana. Dobbie quickly jumps up and runs to the ropes and launches himself off in an asai moonsault onto the snowman. He hooks the leg and the referee slides into place.

1...kick out!

Shannan Lerch: Geez, normally people kick out at two. These guys must really want to win.

Dobbie hits the mat in frustration as he picks up Frosty. Dobbie irish whips Frosty across the ring and hits a drop toe hold as he comes back. Frosty bounces off the mat and holds his face as he rolls over. Dobbie goes to the nearby turnbuckle and signals for an elbow drop. He leaps through the air but the snowman manages to roll, again playing possum. Dobbie smacks the mat and yells out in pain. Frosty slowly gets up as does Dobbie. Dobbie walks over and hits the snowman with a couple of rights. Dobbie runs across the ring, bounces off and goes to clothesline Frosty. Frosty ducks and back body drops Dobbie over the ropes. The crowd gasps, but luckily Dobbie has enough ring sense to grab hold of the ropes and lands on the apron. Frosty turns around and Dobbie grabs his head and jumps to ringside, snapping Frosty's head back. Frosty stumbles around yelling out and Dobbie manages to grab his legs and trips him. Dobbie starts pulling on the suit, trying to pull him to the outside. However, his head gets stuck under the bottom rope.

Dobbie climbs in the ring, resetting the referee's ten count and he starts shoving Frosty's head, but to no avail. He starts pushing it with his foot and still can't get it unstuck. Finally Dobbie runs across the ring, bounces off and performs a vicious baseball slide and finally Frosty goes to the outside. Frosty slowly gets up and turns to the ring, just in time to see Dobbie running full force across the ring. Dobbie jumps and dives over the top rope and does a somersault onto Frosty on the outside.

Zach Davis: Dobbie throwing caution to the wind!

Despite being one of the "bad guys", the crowd goes nuts and starts chanting WCF WCF WCF. Dobbie picks up Frosty and irish whips him into the guard rail. The referee is still counting. Dobbie gestures to Jayson, who climbs into the ring and distracts the referee. Dobbie leads Frosty over to the side of the ring and after a couple of minutes of struggling, manages to put him back in the ring. Dobbie climbs back in and Jayson leaves the ring.

Shannan Lerch: Damn Jayson.

Dobbie starts dancing in the ring and says he's about to Pop it and Lock It. Dobbie picks up the snowman and gets him into position for his patented Russian Legsweep. Frosty starts fighting back and hits a pair of elbows to Dobbie's head. Finally, Dobbie lets go and kicks Frosty in the midsection. He grabs Frosty and goes for a bodyslam, but Frosty grounds himself and refuses to be picked up. He hammers away at Dobbie and finally delivers a bodyslam of his own.

Frosty bounces off the ropes and hits an Avalanche out of nowhere!! The referee slides into position as Frosty lays on Dobbie.

Zach Davis: This has to be it!

1...2...Dobbie barely swings his shoulder up. Frosty gets up off of Dobbie, but doesn't let him up as he lays the boots to Dobbie for a few seconds. Frosty reaches down and picks Dobbie up. He irish whips Dobbie across the ring and hits him with a clothesline as he comes back. Frosty runs over and leg drops Dobbie. Dobbie is picked up and put back down again with a headlock takedown. Frosty maintains the headlock on Dobbie and the referee checks on him. Dobbie shakes his head no and stands to one knee and starts trying to fight out of the headlock. Frosty keeps squeezing on Dobbie's head, but doesn't have a good enough grip as Dobbie shoves him off and into the nearby ropes. Frosty bounces off and Dobbie goes to kick him. Frosty grabs Dobbie's foot and shakes his finger back and forth to Dobbie saying it's not going to happen. Dobbie performs an enziguri and the snowman goes down.

Dobbie stalks Frosty in the ring and gets behind him. Dobbie grabs Frosty and performs Pop It and Lock It. He hooks Frosty's leg and the referee counts.

One!

Two!

Three!

Shannan Lerch: Damn. Dobbie gets the victory.

Zach Davis: Well, Frosty still has his North Pole Title match against Mr. Snowmeiser at Till Death Do Us Part, and Dobbie has a date with Davey Boone and Johnny Craven.

Shannan Lerch: Can't wait!

 

Rick Mad Segment

Zach Davis: Fans, earlier today we received a phonecall from one of our security people. Apparently we captured some interesting footage at Corey Black's XIII and we decided it should be shown here.

Shannan Lerch: It relates to Rick Mad, whom no one has seen since that night. Let's take a look.

The scene opens up at the wrestler's entrance to The Myth in Minneapolis. It's raining. The door opens up, and out steps Rick Mad, carrying his bags. He's hunched over a bit and dried blood stains his face.

Rick Mad: ...Well, hey, at least I beat Logan tonight... one out of three ain't bad...

Rick coughs and falls to his knees. He spits up a bit of blood, which he catches in his hands. He notices that it's blood and, disgusted, wipes it off while spitting the rest out. And, of course, by now he's drenched. He gets to his feet and stumbles a few more feet before falling again and coughing some more. Suddenly, a man steps out from behind some shadows... though, of course, he doesn't step out far enough for us to see who he is.

Man: Get up.

Rick Mad: Who the hell are you? Gotta tell you, I'm not the man to mess with tonight.

Man: Oh, really? Because it appears to me that you're JUST the man to mess with tonight.

The shadowed man gives Rick a swift kick to the gut. Rick yells in pain and doubles over.

Man: Now I said, get up.

Rick Mad: Kore, if this is you, I swear to God..

Man: No, this isn't Kore, and I'm insulted you'd make the mistake. Rick Mad, rise.

Finally, Rick begins getting to his feet.

Man: Rick Mad, you're a defeated man. You gave it all, and it wasn't enough.

Rick Mad: Look, you better get to the point. Danita's supposed to meet me here at 11 and we're getting the hell out of Iowa.

Man: Oh, really? What time is it, Rick?

Rick rolls his eyes and pulls his cell phone out of his pocket and checks the time.

Rick Mad: ...It's 11:15. So, she's late. Who cares.

Man: No, Rick. She knows what the rest of the world learned tonight. She knows what Torture learned tonight. She knows what everyone who ever believed in you learned tonight. You're a loser.

Rick Mad: I think I liked it more when you were just kicking me while I was down literally, not figuratively.

Man: Ha, funny. But I'm giving you a chance, Rick. Get in my car.

Rick Mad: What car-

With that, of course, a black car pulls up. The back passenger door opens.

Rick Mad: Well... I've got nothing else to lose.

Rick collapses into the back seat of the car, and the door closes. The man laughs to himself for a second, gets in the front passengers side door, and the car speeds off.

Gravedigger Segment

"Dig" by Mudvayne hits the speakers as The Dark Side make their way down to the ring and enter it. Gravedigger is handed a mic and wastes no time.

Gravedigger: You know, it feels good to be me. It really does and I can't say this enough. I lost the casket match with Torture the other night, due to the interference of a friend of his, but that's the thing. Torture couldn't beat me on his own. The WCF...WORLD...CHAMPION had to have help with a giant of a man to put down the Epitome of Hardcore. People might point out that the entire Dark Side was out there trying to help me win, but see that's different.

The crowd boos.

Gravedigger: No, no, it is different. The reason why it's different is because....I'm the owner of WCF and can do whatever the hell I want to do!

The crowd boos even louder at Gravedigger's terrible logic. Great scientists of all time roll over in their grave groaning.

Gravedigger: And that's exactly what I'm going to continue to do. I will win the matches that absolutely matter, like the one with Logan at Till Death Do Us Part. You know, it's kinda ironic that me and Logan are having our match at a PPV with that name. It's not the fact that I'm facing Logan that is ironic. It's also not the fact that the fate of WCF rests on his shoulders and pinning mine to the mat. No, no, it's not that either. What's ironic is if...no...WHEN I win, Seth Lerch will be under my control...until DEATH DO US PART!!

The crowd starts booing and yells at Gravedigger.

Gravedigger: Seth Lerch, are you serious? Logan? Is that really all you have to depend on for the fate of WCF? I love looking around at the lockerroom and seeing greats like Creeping Death who doesn't care at all for the fate of WCF. All he cares about is himself and that world title. His life revolves around it, he feels like he's nothing without it. He is nothing! Torture is nothing! Logan is nothing! Logan is the heart and soul of this place and in just a few days, I will put the heart and soul of this place to rest! I can't be stopped! I...WILL...BURY...HIM!!!

Gravedigger tosses the mic to the ground as "Dig" by Mudvayne hits the speakers and the WCF owner and The Dark Side head to the back.

Davey Boone/Thunder vs Torture/Chris Avery

"Money" by Pink Floyd begins to play. As the cash register sound ends and the music begins, Thunder walks towards the ring. He reaches the apron and climbs the turnbuckle, taunting the fans.

Zach Davis: Thunder makes his way to the ring.

“Fight Like This” by Decyfer Down blares over the PA as Chuck Watson leads the way out for Davey “The Savior” Boone. They stop just before the bottom of the ramp and Chuck points up towards the top of the stage as explosions begin to go off all across the arena as the crowd is going crazy! Boone hops around a little on the stage after the explosions playing to the crowd before he takes his confident walk down to the ring..

Shannan Lerch: Wait! What's this!

Chris Avery hits a huge chair shot over the back of Chuck Watson's head. Torture clotheslines the back of Boone sending him to the bottom of the ramp. Avery picks up the chair and delivers stiffly to the back of the head of Watson one more time! Watson is out cold!

Zach Davis: What the hell is Avery and Torture doing?!

Torture grabs Boone and picks him up. Torture hits the Finishing Touch on the steel rampway!

Shannan Lerch: Oh no!

Thunder just now notices what's going on. Torture slides in. Thunder goes for a clothesline, but Torture ducks. Thunder turns around and Torture goes for a gut-kick. Thunder catches Tortures leg. Torture goes for an enziguri, but Thunder ducks that too. Torture lands on his stomach. Thunder runs and hits the ropes, but Avery delivers a chair shot to the back of Thunder. Thunder stumbles to his knees. Avery throws Torture the World Title and slides in. Torture grabs the Championship Gold, and waits and taunts Thunder to stand up. Thunder gets to his feet and turns around. Torture delivers the World Title right to the face of Thunder sending him to his back!

Zach Davis: Oh no!

Chris Avery picks up Thunder and hits the Chi-Town Smash! Boone slides into the ring very slowly. Torture lets him stand to his feet, and then swings around behind him and hits the Tortures Device! The crowd begins to boo hard. The ref stands in front of Torture giving him an earful. Torture smiles. Avery has the Championship Title, and he smashes it into the back of the head of the Ref! The ref goes lifeless in Tortures hands. Torture, before dropping him, winks and smirks.

Shannan Lerch: What the hell?

Torture picks up his World Title and both men raise their arms into the air.

Zach Davis: Torture obviously sending a message.

Jamais Vu hits the airwaves again, as Torture and Avery leave. Both men walk up the ramp. Avery first, while Torture stares through every person he sees. We go to a break.

Torture/Seth Lerch/Logan Segment

We notice Seth Lerch backstage looking over something at one of the buffet tables. Torture comes into view. Chris Avery right behind him holding Tortures' World Title.

Torture: Seth!

Seth Lerch: Uhm, hey Torture.

Torture: I'm sick and tired of Gravedigger man. That whole triple threat match was a joke! These tag matches are just plain crazy. I'm the World Damn Champion! Get rid of Gravedigger, and get me in better matches. I can beat anyone!

Seth Lerch: I can't do anything, my hands are tied Tort. You know that.

Torture: I'm sick and tired of being treated like this. I'm the best! I'm an Icon-Killer!

Seth Lerch: Get a hold of yourself! Listen! I can't do anything about it. So quit your complaining!

Torture: FIX IT GOD DAMN IT!

Out of nowhere, Seth Lerch slaps Torture to grab his attention. Without hesitation, Torture grabs Lerch by the shirt under the neck with his left hand and slams him up against the wall.

With a very deep voice, Torture replies to the slap.

Torture: Lerch. You lay a hand on me again and you will die right where you stand...

The Tort reels his right arm back and swings it forward, just before it hits Lerch in the face, Logan grabs it right his left arm. Torture looks to his right and notices Logan. He has a hold of Torture's arm, and a hold of a hot dog in the other.

Logan: What's the problem?

Before Torture can answer, Avery grabs the shoulder of Torture and tries to convince him to leave Seth alone. Torture yanks his arm out of the grasp of Logan. Torture drops Seth. Both Torture and Logan lock eyes for what seems to be years. Torture looks to Seth and very demanding says:

Torture: Fix it.

Torture locks eyes with Logan one more time before mockingly-laughing in his face. Avery and Torture leave the scene, leaving Seth and Logan.

Logan: What're you gonna do, Seth?

Seth Lerch: It isn't a question of that. It's what YOU'RE going to do, Logan. The only thing I can do is regain control of WCF, then I'll worry about Torture and his problems. But until then, he's not even on my radar.

Logan: I still can't believe this situation.

Seth Lerch: Tonight is an important tonight. If you beat Brad Kane tonight and win back the US Title... well, then I know you can beat Gravedigger. You just stood up to Torture, the WORLD CHAMPION. You can do this. Tonight is your last big test before THE big test, Logan. You're in the game?

Logan: I am. I mean, I think I am.

Seth Lerch: Well, only one way to find out.

Seth and Logan nod to one another and head for the ring.


Logan vs Brad Kane

Zach Davis: And up next is our main event of the evening, Brad Kane defending the United States Title against the man who put the title on the map, Logan.

Shannan Lerch: It's been quite some time since these two wrestled against one another. Should be different this time around though. Either way, I hope my Logan gets the US Title around that waist.

Zach Davis: If it could even fit...

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: YAY LOGAN!

Zach Davis: I suppose you're heading up the Logan fan club again?

Shannan Lerch: Oh without a doubt. New members get a free hot dog.

"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 lights stay on this time as Brad steps when "Eye of the Storm" begins. People cheer for their current United States Champion before noticing he has another title over his shoulder.

Zach Davis: Is he showing off that PWA Title again? Ugh...

Shannan Lerch: I don't think so Zach. Look closer to what it says.

The camera does zoom in on the second title, showing him to be carrying the TV Title now too.

Shannan Lerch: I thought the TV Title was discontinued...?

Zach Davis: Well I don't think it'll get recognized by anyone as a title here again. No idea what he's hoping to accomplish.

Brad is in the ring, staring at Logan with both titles on his shoulders now. He has a microphone in his hands.

Brad Kane: Ladies and gentlement, I have attainted another championship here in WCF. I found the TV Title just sitting in a trash can! So I picked it up and slung it over my shoulder. Now I can add the WCF Television Championship to my legacy here in this promotion. Now Logan, I know you're a bit out of shape and that's fine. I have a proposition for you. I'm sure you're still hurting from that deathmatch tournament on Friday night. How about I buy you a few hot dogs, only with mustard, and we call it a day?

Logan thinks about it for a few moments, shaking his head, wanting the title. Brad nods his head before handing the microphone out of the ring along with the titles.

Zach Davis: Oh jeez, Brad trying to weasel his way out of a title match?

Shannan Lerch: I think he was trying to make up for what he did last week when he covered Logan in ketchup. I think Brad Kane has remorse for his actions now.

Zach Davis: Very possible but its time to kick this match off!

The bell rings finally as both men stand still, listening to the crowd chant for both of their names. Brad claps his hands as he circles around Logan who prefers to stay still yet. The current United States Champion goes into a collar and elbow tie up with Logan. He tries to force Logan backwards but it doesn't quite work out. Brad keeps trying to force Logan backwards but with Logan's stomach, its just not gonna happen. Brad releases the hold and stares at Logan, shaking his head. Logan still stands there, waiting for Brad to make a mistake.

Zach Davis: Well, we found out Brad can't force Logan backwards.

Shannan Lerch: Logan isn't that fat!

Brad kicks Logan in the stomach now, forcing Logan to fire back with a right hand. Brad snaps back with an elbow, Logan coming back with another right hand. Both men are exchanging their strikes for a few moments until Logan becomes winded, needing a quick rest. Brad backs away, going into a corner, letting Logan get a second wind.

Shannan Lerch: Ugh, he's already winded...

Zach Davis: Well at least Brad is letting him catch his breath.

Shannan Lerch: That is nice.

Logan nods his head, ready to go again as they go back to exchanging elbows and right hands again. Logan hits a hard right hand, causing Brad to go down to the mat. Logan takes the time to celebrate the knockdown, raising his arms into the air, getting a huge ovation from the crowd here tonight. Brad is back on his feet, applauding Logan himself.

Zach Davis: Sportsmanship!

Shannan Lerch: This is really strange, like bizarro world.

Brad gets back into Logan's face now, headbutting him right in the chin. Logan goes backwards, Brad whipping him into the ropes. Logan bounces back to get a dropkick to the chest! Logan hits the canvas before rolling out of the ring, catching his breath again. He reaches out into the crowd and takes someone's water, getting a drink before handing it back. Brad waits for Logan to get back into the ring and Logan does without incident. Both men stare at one another.

Shannan Lerch: Yep, this is way different from the last Logan vs. "Reckless Jack" match from Revenge 2006.

Zach Davis: That goes without saying.

Logan makes the first move this time, running at Brad Kane, looking for a clothesline. Brad narrowly ducks out of the way, Logan stopping himself before crashing into the turnbuckles. He turns around to get a kick to the stomach. Brad then grabs Logan and tries to scoop slam him but with Logan's weight, makes it a little hard. He keeps trying while Logan shrugs his shoulders again, crashing an elbow to the top of Brad's head. Brad staggers backwards a few steps before getting knocked down with the clothesline Logan was looking for.

Zach Davis: Now this is starting to roll.

Shannan Lerch: Indeed.

Logan takes a deep breath, trying to keep on the attack, stomping away on Brad. He pulls Brad up before hooking him up and hitting a perfect belly to belly suplex! The crowd cheers for Logan as he sits up, catching his breath before going for a cover.

One!

Two!!

Brad kicks out right after the two count. Logan inhales before standing back up. He picks up Brad and tosses him out of the ring.

Logan: Count that boudle out!

The ref shrugs his shoulders, starting the count.

Shannan Lerch: Dammit! You can't win the title by count out!

Zach Davis: I think Logan just wants a few seconds of rest.

Shannan Lerch: But its just the thought.

At the count of six, Brad is back into the ring, holding something in his hands. Seems he put a hot dog under the ring. Logan begins to lick his lips, seeing the tasty treat. Brad nods his head, extending his hand out so Logan can take the hot dog. Logan does, taking a bite before spitting it out all over the place. Brad runs and rolls up Logan!

One!

Two!!

Thre!!!

Logan gets his shoulder up. He's still choking on the hot dog that Brad gave him, IT WAS FULL OF KETCHUP!

Zach Davis: Oh for pete's sake...

Shannan Lerch: BRAD KANE SHOULD BE FINED! That is a violation of the rules of this match! You can't give someone a ketchup filled hot dog in the middle of one. Argh!

The ref forces Brad back into the corner while Logan is still trying to stop choking. He stands, slowly starting to breath again. Brad runs and hits a big leg lariat on Logan, taking him down to the canvas. Logan is on his knees right afterwards now as Brad runs off of the ropes, looking for the JAK Trigger but Logan moves out of the way, Brad sliding on the mat. Logan has nothing but anger in his eyes right now, pointing at Brad Kane. Brad tries to hit some forearms but they're not having any effect! Logan hits a few right hands before the Impact Style! Both men fall down to the mat, crowd cheering.

Shannan Lerch: Woo! Go Logan!

Zach Davis: Heh, you and your love for Logan.

Brad gets up first to see Logan slowly pushing himself up. He helps Logan up before nailing him with the BK Backfist! The crowd roars for the move, Logan crumbling down to the mat. Brad kneels down and starts with the knee strikes to the head before hooking Logan for the MLK Clutch and flipping over. Logan is yelling in pain while Brad wrenches back as much as he possibly can.

Crowd: TAP/PLEASE DON'T TAP!

Logan is still fighting is, trying to get to the ropes but the pain is too much to bear...

Shannan Lerch: Hey what the-

Someone pulls the referee out of the ring! The person then slides in...

Zach Davis: It's Kevin Hardaway!

Hardaway quickly kicks Kane in the head, breaking up the MLK Clutch. Hardaway grabs him, picks him up and hits a Tiger Driver '98!

Shannan Lerch: That's his Williams Driver!

Hardaway then quickly grabs Logan, pulling him on top of Kane! A new referee runs out from the back and into the ring...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Zach Davis: New Champion!

Shannan Lerch: NO! KANE GOT HIS SHOULDER UP!

Kane did indeed get his shoulder up! Hardaway looks shocked, as does Logan. Logan, actually, looks shocked and pissed. He gets up and watches as Kane struggles, trying to get to his feet..

Zach Davis: The US Champ doesn't have much left..

Kane gets to his feet... and Logan delivers an old-school Impact Style!!

Zach Davis: I haven't seen him perform it like that in years!

Logan collapses onto Kane, and the ref counts again!

One!

Two!

Three!

Shannan Lerch: YES YES LOGAN IS THE US CHAMPION!!!!!!!

Seth Lerch, out of nowhere, arrives in the arena. He grabs the US Title from the referee and pulls Logan out of the ring, just as Kevin Hardaway is rolling back into the ring. Seth hands Logan the belt and raises his arm in the air.

Zach Davis: I don't believe it. I don't believe Logan did it.

Shannan Lerch: Maybe he DOES have what it takes to beat Gravedigger!

Logan and Seth head to the back, but meanwhile, Hardaway has a chair. He waits for Brad Kane to again get to his feet...

Zach Davis: Oh no.

And BAM! Huge chairshot to Kane's head! Kane drops, one more time, and he has to be out. Kevin Hardaway quickly grabs a mic from ringside.

Kevin Hardaway: Hey, Brad? I accept.

Hardaway throws the mic onto Kane and slides out of the ring, heading to the back as the crowd boos.

Shannan Lerch: Well, we have another match for Till Death Do Us Part, that's for sure.

Zach Davis: We have that, Logan and Gravedigger battling for the fate of WCF, and an epic World Title showdown between the King of the Deathmatch Corey Black and the WCF World Champion Torture!

Shannan Lerch: See you at Till Death Do Us Part!

With that, Slam fades to black.