Slam Intro
Dark Side Segment
Marcus Clinton vs Johnny Reb
Seth Lerch/Corey Black Segment
US Title: Mikami vs Logan
Chester/Dobbie vs Tanbark/Apollo Griffin vs Shane Spain/Tank Reaper vs Corey Black
Seth Lerch/Logan Segment
Jack of Blades Segment
World Title: Ryan Daniels vs Torture

Slam Intro

Batcat by Mogwai blasts over the PA system and Slam is on the air! We go to our announcers.

Zach Davis: Welcome to the show, fans. Zach Davis here, with Shannan Lerch.

Shannan Lerch: Zach and I aren't in good moods. Between Torture getting the World Title back and Gravedigger still in control... blah.

Zach Davis: Regardless, we press on. Torture is actually putting that World Title on the line tonight against one Ryan Daniels.

Shannan Lerch: Interesting choice of opponents. Daniels DID get the win over Corey Black last week, though it was an unsanctioned, unofficial match.

Zach Davis: Speaking of Corey Black... we have an XIII match tonight. Well, what Gravedigger has declared an XIII match, anyway, today on Monday the 13th.

Shannan Lerch: We have the team of Chester and Dobbie taking on the team of Tanbark and Apollo Griffin taking on the team of Shane Spain and Tank Reaper taking on the team of... Corey Black.

Zach Davis: And since Black is involved, it means no rules. Appropriate for XIII, of course. So anything is going to go in this match. It has been announced that the Timebomb and Triangle members will face each other at Explosion for the new WCF Tag Team Titles, so there is a lot at stake in this match.

Shannan Lerch: Another huge match is the United States Title match between Mikami and Logan. Mikami has been attacking my man Logan ever since he came.

Zach Davis: Indeed. He blames Logan for not stepping up and saving WCF when he had the chance. Though I may agree with him on that front, sometimes he sounds... kind of crazy.

Shannan Lerch: We'll see if he has what it takes to defeat Logan for the US Title tonight, though, in only his second match in the company.

Zach Davis: And in our opener, we have Marcus Clinton one on one with Johnny Reb.

Shannan Lerch: Clinton, newcomer. Reb, who has been fairly succesful thus far in WCF. Let's see how this one goes.

Dark Side Segment

"Dig" by Mudvayne hits the sound system and the curtains immediately pop open and out walks Gravedigger from the back. The owner of WCF has a huge smirk on his face as he stands atop the ramp looking out at the fans in attendance. The crowd instantly boos as they see Gravedigger.

Zach Davis: The boos tonight are vicious, the crowd showing absolute hatred for Gravedigger.

Shannan Lerch: Once again that bastard keeps my brother, Seth, from regaining control of WCF.

Jayson walks out next with Chester and Dobbie following behind and finally the Dark Side's bodyguard, Mike D. Jessie isn't with the group tonight.

Zach Davis: Gravedigger keeps taking on all challengers, a short list might I add.

Shannan Lerch: Well maybe that will all change with Timebomb. They have speed, strength and experience on their side in the form of Shane Spain, Tank Reaper, Biohazard, and Logan.

The Dark Side slowly makes their way down to the ring. Gravedigger, Chester, and Dobbie each perch on seperate turnbuckle and talk trash out to the crowd, further inciting them. Security tighten up at the barricades in case anyone gets frisky. Jayson stands in the ring looking all serious, while Mike D paces back and forth in the ring, looking out at the crowd as if hoping someone manages to get past security.

Jayson finally walks over to the side as Gravedigger, Chester and Dobbie get down from the turnbuckles. Jayson is handed a microphone and passes it to Gravedigger. Gravedigger gets in the middle of the ring, stands in the very center and points at one of the cameras as his music fades and the lights come back up. He lifts the mic to his lips to speak.

Gravedigger: Two weeks ago I ended dreams. Two weeks ago I ended hopes. Two weeks ago I ended the soul of WCF's chances at regaining WCF for Seth Lerch.

The crowd cheers at the mentioning of Seth Lerch. Gravedigger smirks.

Gravedigger: Yes, cheer him. The man who keeps failing you people. The man who keeps getting your hopes, only for you to see them dashed upon the rocks by yours truly. You cheer the man who can't get the job done. I, Gravedigger, am STILL the WCF owner. Speaking of success at Timebomb, the entire Dark Side was successful at Timebomb. We made a clean sweep at the PPV winning both our matches. Timebomb...I'm speaking to the group here....YOU WERE WARNED. Putting you through a table and knocking you out after your tag match a couple of weeks ago didn't sink it in for you. Chester and Dobbie defeating you at Timebomb didn't sink it in for you. Jayson having them interfere in your match last week and costing you the match didn't sink it in for you either? Fine, whatever, we will end you. That seems to be what it'll take to put you to the side.

Gravedigger lowers the mic and smiles at that last statement. The crowd boos Gravedigger.

Zach Davis: The crowd not liking Gravedigger's threats one bit.

Shannan Lerch: Threats? Where have YOU been? These aren't threats, looking at Gravedigger's track record, these are PROMISES!

Zach Davis: Right you are.

Gravedigger lifts the mic back up and speaks again.

Gravedigger: Onto something else that's on my mind is the whole situation with Torture, Brad Kane, and the world title. Jayson was instructed to handle WCF last week as I decided to take a long, deserved vacation. A very expensive vacation on WCF's tab!

The crowd boos.

Gravedigger: So the decision to give back the world title to Torture...STANDS!

The crowd boos again.

Gravedigger: No, no, no. Don't worry, everyone. Torture will not be the world champion for much longer, I promise you that.

The crowd cheers.

Zach Davis: What the hell does he mean by that?

Gravedigger: See, the world champion pointed out recently that there is really no one that can defeat him. He claimed that the cowards go running home when he becomes world champion, but see there's something you're forgetting: I, Gravedigger, haven't run. I, Gravedigger, am still here. I have not run. I have not hidden from you. I've been here all along.

Shannan Lerch: Oh great, Gravedigger is going to book himself in another world title match!

Gravedigger: See, I've defeated Logan, I've defeated Corey Black. I have no other real challenges left here in the federation except for...YOU. What's so gosh darn funny is that you just so happen to have the world title, too. Seth Lerch has failed twice now to regain the company from me. What was I doing before he started his crusade to regain the company? Going for the world title when I put myself into the match with you and Corey Black. Now, I think it's time for me to set my sights back upon the world title and complete my total monopoly of WCF.

Think about it, what better way for the final two months of WCF than to have me win the title this month at the PPV and then have WCF's last PPV feature me successfully defending the world title against anyone that wishes to step up?

The crowd grows silent at Gravedigger's last statement.

Zach Davis: What the hell? Did he just say the last two months of WCF?

Before Gravedigger can speak again, "Master of Puppets" by Metallica hits and the crowd erupts in cheers as Seth Lerch walks out from the back. The Dark Side all jump and turn to the entryway, Gravedigger grinning. Seth Lerch has a pissed off look on his face as he walks down the ramp. Gravedigger sarcastically claps his hands as Seth Lerch walks up the ring steps and steps in between the ropes. Seth walks over towards Gravedigger, but the monster Mike D steps in front of him blocking his way. Seth puts his finger in Mike's face and mouths off to him. Mike slaps it away, but Gravedigger puts a hand on Mike D's shoulder.

Gravedigger: Nah, let him through Mike. Jayson get a microphone for the Sethster.

Jayson is handed a mic and goes to hand it to Seth, but has it snatched from his hand. Seth lifts up the mic.

Seth Lerch: What the hell do you mean only two months left in WCF?

Gravedigger smiles.

Gravedigger: It was kinda ironic at Timebomb when your sister made the statement that WCF is about a month or two away from financial bankruptcy. Even though she was just selling the fact that I've spent so much money from WCF's bank accounts, I had Jayson look into it just to see exactly how much is left. So Jayson checked the books earlier today and it turns out that WCF is indeed only a matter of weeks from being bankrupt. WCF only has enough money, assuming that the projections are close to if not correct when compared to the predictions, to last until next month's PPV. After that we will be in the red and I will certainly not use money from my own bank accounts to supplement WCF's income. We have also cut off all charity donations to the company, too.

Seth Lerch steps up to Gravedigger. Mike D starts to move, but Gravedigger holds up a hand for him to stop. Mike D stands there flexing his pecs at Seth, daring him to do something.

Seth Lerch: I don't believe you, there's no way we're that close.

Gravedigger leans in and looks down at Seth.

Gravedigger: It's true. Jayson, hand him the books.

Jayson hands a portfolio book to Seth Lerch, who steps back from Gravedigger. Seth opens it up and starts skimming through the pages. Gravedigger continues as the color starts draining from Seth's face. Seth drops the mic and keeps stepping back, pulling at his hair with one hand.

Gravedigger: I am now just a few weeks from completing my mission here. I'm just a few weeks from bankrupting this company and ending everyone's dreams.

Seth drops the portfolio book and reaches down, picking his microphone back up. Seth looks desperate as he speaks once more.

Seth Lerch: No, wait, Digger. Gravedigger, give me another chance. Give me another match where the company is on the line again. Just one more shot and then I'll give in.

Gravedigger starts laughing like crazy. His laughter goes on for almost a full minute before he can finally compose himself.

Gravedigger: Are you serious, Seth? You want a THIRD chance at getting back the company?? Are you kidding me? Who the hell are you gonna turn to? I've defeated Logan, I've defeated Corey Black. Brad Kane is no longer here in WCF. You honestly believe that Torture will help you? He has the world title. Torture would be delighted to see the company end with no one really challenging him for the title, to see himself go down in the record books as the final champion of WCF.

Seth Lerch: You just said a few minutes ago that you wanted a shot at the title, that Torture had forgotten about you. What if I talk him into the match.

Gravedigger: For the world title?

Seth Lerch: Yes, AND the company will be on the line, too!

Gravedigger: So it would be Torture vs. Gravedigger. If Torture wins, you get the company back. If I win, I keep the company and win the world title.

Gravedigger scratches his chin and starts to give it thought when Corey Black walks out from the back, microphone in hand.

Corey Black: What the hell, Seth?!?

Everyone stops and turns to the entryway. Chester and Dobbie walk over to the side of the ring closest to the entryway and lean over, mouthing up at Corey Black who they'll be facing later tonight. Gravedigger smirks.

Corey Black: Seth! Are you seriously considering letting this asshole get a shot at the world title just so you can get another chance at regaining the company??

Seth looks at Corey Black as he speaks.

Seth Lerch: But Corey, did you not hear him?? The company is about to be bankrupt, if I can win it back, I can undo the damage he has done! I can make this place amazing again!

Corey Black: Have you not been paying attention to the other two matches where the company was on the line? Mine and Logan's matches were not just us vs. Gravedigger, they were us vs. The Dark Side. He always had help and now you're asking Torture to not face just Gravedigger for the title and the company, you're asking him to face the entire group! Do you really want WCF to end with Gravedigger the owner of WCF AND the WCF World champion?

Gravedigger smiles at Seth Lerch who realizes what he's asking. He looks torn when Chester steps up and gestures for Gravedigger to give him the microphone. Gravedigger gives him an annoyed look but gives him the microphone. Everyone looks at Chester as he speaks.

Chester: You know, the last two matches where the company was on the line, they were one-on-one matches. This would be a third time of that, it would be boring. Like you said, Gravedigger has us on his side, ensuring that he retains control. So...why not make this match a different type of interesting type of match? How about not just face the whole group for the title and control of the company?

Corey Black gives Chester a "are you serious" look as he speaks.

Corey Black: So instead of Gravedigger vs. Torture, your bright idea is Torture vs. The Dark Side? F that.

Chester shakes his head as he continues.

Chester: No, not a handicap match. This would 8-man tag team match!

The crowd instantly goes nuts at the idea. Corey and Seth look interested in the idea while Gravedigger gives Chester a stupid look. Gravedigger gestures for another mic to be handed up in the ring. Dobbie then walks over and gestures for his own mic so as not to feel left out, but is told there are no more. Mike D laughs at Dobbie.

Gravedigger: Wait, wait, wait. Chester do you not realize that this would be there is not one chance, but four chances for me to lose control of WCF back to Seth?

Seth shrugs and smiles at Gravedigger. Chester shakes his head again.

Chester: No, see, there's something you're forgetting, brother. Gravedigger, Chester, Dobbie, and Mike D. We are The Dark Side. We have known each other for years. We've pretty much known each other for our whole careers. We spend time with each other away from the ring. We're family. We know what each other is thinking. We are brutal as a group. We are a unified force. The only group in WCF that's as close to us in NUMBERS is Timebomb, but do you honestly think Seth is stupid enough to put the fate of the company in their hands? The only time they've defeated us was when they jumped us and beat us up pretty bad before the match. Dobbie and myself are going to prove that again tonight when we win that match.

No, Seth will have to go back to that lockerroom back there and he will have to pick four wrestlers from the back that he has enough faith in to regain the company. No matter who he picks back there, odds are he will be picking people who have had bad blood with each other at some point or another in their wrestling careers or maybe even people who have bad blood with each other right now. They will be people with their own, individual...selfish...agendas. My agenda, Dobbie's agenda, and Mike D's agendas are ALL the same, to keep the company in your hands. This plan, this match, cannot fail. You would walk out with the belt around your waist and still in control of WCF.

You, Gravedigger, would headline the last two PPVs of WCF. You would win the world championship at one PPV and then retain it the next month.

Seth Lerch is once again pale while Gravedigger laughs.

Gravedigger: Chester, you are BRILLIANT! I love this idea. Seth, I accept your request at one last match. If you can convince Torture to be in the match and put his world title on the line, then you have your match at the PPV.

"Dig" by Mudvayne hits the speakers as Seth Lerch climbs out of the ring and walks to the back, Corey exiting first. The Dark Side then exit the ring and head to the back.

Marcus Clinton vs Johnny Reb

We hear the words ''Pain , pain , pain...'' , and Chop Suey by System of a Down hits the
sound system as crowd gives mixed reactions to the music because they know that this music is Marcus Clinton's one as he appears with a serious face and raises his hands as he keeps walking , making his way to the ring taunting the crowd by showing his muscles and walking at the same time , then he slides in the ring and goes to the middle of the ring and starts to look to the crowd , waiting for his opponent.

Shannan Lerch: Newcomer Marcus Clinton is sure to make a memorable debut here tonight.

Zach Davis: Right you are, Shannan. I couldn’t have picked a tougher competitor than his opponent here tonight...

The opening chords of "Bad Company" by Bad Company filter through the arena. The stage and the surrounding area go dark. As the actual lyrics begin, blue lights illuminate a figure dressed in a grey Confederate frock coat and an officer's slouch hat.

Shannan Lerch: I have to agree with you, there, Zach. I may not like Johnny Reb, or anything he stands for, but he’s made an impression here at WCF, in spite of the fact that he hasn’t won a match since his own debut, several weeks ago.

Johnny keeps walking toward the ring at a stately pace, occasionally responding to a taunt from a fan. Reb walks up the steel steps and climbs through the ropes, dignified. He stalks to the opposite corner and climbs onto the second turnbuckle.

Zach Davis: Speak for yourself, Shannan. This is the Inveterate Confederate we’re talking about. Win or lose, he never gives less than a hundred percent.

Reb gestures out at the crowd, flinging insults back at selected individuals for a moment,
before deciding they're not worth the effort. He hops off the turnbuckle and removes the
hat and coat. The music fades away. Johnny goes to his corner, giving his opponent a disdainful sneer.

The bell rings, and Johnny is on the offensive at once. He’s in Marcus Clinton’s face, yelling something at him. Clinton’s expression doesn’t change until Reb slaps him right across the face.

Shannan Lerch: Oooh. That wasn’t smart. Clinton and Reb tie up in the middle of the ring, and Marcus Clinton doesn’t look too happy right now.

Zach Davis: Well, Clinton might have a 70 pound advantage, but Reb is certainly quicker. He slips out of Marcus Clinton’s grasp....

Reb aims a rake at Clinton’s eyes. Momentarily blinded, Marcus Clinton staggers back, away from Johnny Reb. Johnny takes full advantage, racing to the ropes for a springboard double knee lift that drops his opponent. Reb covers.

1 . . .

Shannan Lerch: Not even close.

Clinton heaves Reb off him effortlessly. The two trade punches there, until a right from Marcus Clinton knocks Johnny Reb silly. More quickly than expected, Marcus grabs Johnny and sets him up.

Zach Davis: Oooh! A belly-to-belly suplex! I hate to say it, but this could be over sooner than we thought. Marcus Clinton with the cover....

1 . . .

2 . . –

Johnny’s shoulder comes off the mat a split second before the ref’s hand comes down a third time. Unwilling to waste any time, Clinton hauls Reb to his feet and delivers a hard chop to the chest that reverberates throughout the arena, and leaves Johnny staggered. Reb backs away from him, holding out one hand defensively as he tries to make his way to the ropes.

Marcus Clinton catches his opponent before he makes it, though, and sets him up for a scoop slam. Out of some combination of desperation and skill, Johnny Reb reverses and executes a snapmare, then segues into a dragon sleeper.

Zach Davis: And a Sweet Water Sleeper from Reb! I’m not sure how long he can hold on, but this will definitely wear an opponent down.

Shannan Lerch: Only works if you’ve got the right leverage, Zach, and Reb doesn’t. Marcus Clinton manages to power out, but he is looking a little woozy.

Reb, in the meantime, is already climbing the turnbuckle as his opponent tries to recover his bearings. He launches himself with a diving hurricanrana that seems to take the wind out of both men. Reb tries for a cover, but Clinton pushes him away before the referee can even start the count. Marcus Clinton grabs Johnny’s arm and Irish whips him into the ropes. He goes for a stiff clothesline on the return, but Reb ducks it and delivers a low blow, to the accompaniment of a lot of jeering from the audience.

Shannan Lerch: Boo! Coward! He ought to be disqualified!

Zach Davis: Well, if the ref didn’t see it....

Reb is on the turnbuckle again, as his opponent rolls on the mat in pain. Johnny takes to the air with a shooting star elbow drop.

Zach Davis: Oh my God, this could be it! Southern Discomfort! And a cover!

1 . . .

2 . . .

3 ! ! !

Zach Davis: There you have it, ladies and gentlemen! Reb wins! Reb wins!

Shannan Lerch: Cheating son of a....

Seth Lerch/Corey Black Segment

The scene opens up outside the arena. Seth and Corey are standing near the door, talking.

Seth Lerch: Don't worry, Corey. We got this, for sure. Say what you want about Torture, but he's a winner. He beat Gravedigger at XIII, remember? He can win this for us.

Corey Black: Yeah, sure. He's a winner, all right. I just don't like it, for two reasons. One, I don't want to team with that son of a bitch. Two, I don't know if you're going to be able to convince him to join the team. And, three, who else are we going to have in the match?

Seth Lerch: Well, firstly, I have you. That's one. Torture is two, so I only need two more. And I've been anticipating needing help with this whole WCF business, and I've been in contact with someone else.

Corey Black: Yeah, I saw last week. Who is it?

Seth Lerch: You'll find out when everyone else finds out. Maybe later tonight, maybe next week, maybe at Explosion itself. I'm not sure yet. But trust me, he, too, is a winner.

Corey Black: Alright, so great. Theres three. Who's going to be our fourth man?

Seth sighs to himself.

Seth Lerch: Corey, look. I hate to ask you to do this, but...

Seth pushes Corey.

Seth Lerch: COREY!

Corey mouths "what?"


Corey Black stares at Seth Lerch, no humor in his face at all.

Corey Black: No.

Seth and Corey begin arguing as we go back inside the arena.

Mikami vs Logan

The lights go out and Mikami's double-M logo appears on the JumboTron as "The Beast" by Tech N9ne plays, starting at the first chorus. The lights turn back on but are now red, revealing Mikami standing at the top of the ramp. He runs down the ramp, dives into the ring and then jumps back up to his feet.

Zach Davis: This guy has been waiting to battle Logan for his United States championship for quite sometime and I don't think he won't leave here without it.

Shannan Lerch: My Logan will prevail.

Drum beat rolls. "Chia-Like, I Shall Grow" by Say Anything thunders into the arenas speakers. The drum beat beginning the song fades away after being heavily empathized at first, a man walks out onto the front of the ramp way, United States championship wrapped around his waist covering his bulging gut. The crowd cheers and chants along "LO-GAN" as he triumphantly marches down the ramp. Logan climbs up the steps and hops inside the ring. He catches a breath, taking a knee before standing to his feet and unstrapping the US title. Climbing the turnbuckle he raises the title belt into the air with both hands creating a frenzy of cheers and flashing photo shots. After that, he hops down relinquishing his title to the referee, and takes a half eaten hotdog out of his trunks finishing it up before the music cuts.

Shannan Lerch: Logan versus Mikami.

The two men approach face to face. Logan slightly looking down having the size advantage meeting eye to eye with Mikami. Both their mouths moving, talking generic shit to each other. Their exchange of words doesn't last any longer, they both explode on each other with lefts and rights!

Zach Davis: And here we go!

Logan gets the upperhand on the assault, ringing Mikami's head backwards with each right hand, Logan pushes Mikami into the ropes and follows irish whipping him into the other side of the ring. Logan charges going for a close line but Mikami easily ducks it flying past Logan and bouncing off the ropes. Mikami comes running back to Logan, Logan drops down laying flat on his stomach, Mikami hops over, Mikami bounces off the ropes again and comes running back. The two finally meet, Logan catches Mikami and executes a belly to belly suplex that sends Mikami over the top rope and crashing on the guard rail outside the ring! The crowd pops!

Zach Davis: Dear Lord! Mikami just flew twenty feet!

We can see Logan celebrating the destruction, pointing to his waist indicting his ownage of the US title and talking smack in Mikami's crashed direction. Mikami crunches over the guard rail he roughly landed on, clinching his ribs while fans slap his back overly excited for his bumped appearance in the front row.

Shannan Lerch: You've got to wonder if he just broke his ribs.

Mikami plops off the railing favoring his side. Logan capitalizes, rolling out of the ring, running over to Mikami and dropping an elbow into his rib cage. Mikami stretches his arm out, a look of pain engulfing his face, not stopping the assault, Logan picks Mikami up by his hair and leans him against the ring apron. CHOP! Logan slaps the back of his hand over Mikami's rib cage. CHOP! Another sweaty smack echoes through the arena. CHOP! Mikami can't bear the punishment any longer and immediately falls to his knees. One of Logan's crazed fans reaching his arm out over the rail holding a hotdog, Logan snatches it away and bites into it. The crowd marks and chants "LO-GAN".

Shannan Lerch: Be careful! That hotdog could be poisoned.

Zach Davis: What?

Shannan Lerch: I think theirs ketchup on it.

Logan chews the hotdog into his mouth watching Mikami recover, bruised ribs the result of his fatigued body that crawls to get back inside the ring. Logan stuffs the rest of the hotdog into his own trunks and pushes Mikami into the ring, to which he later follows getting in as well. Logan takes his time, posing to the crowd, taunting the wounded Mikami, slapping him across the face once in a while and talking trash. Not paying full attention, Logan turns his back to Mikami celebrating with the cheering crowd, giving Mikami a good time to strike, and he does. Mikami spins around a surprised Logan and grabs his head quickly DDTing him down. Logan manages to get up shortly after, a little stunned and surprised holding his head. Mikami follows up forearming Logan a few times before slinging him into the ropes, Logan comes back and is met with a drop kick! It takes Mikami a moment to stand, still favoring his ribs, but once he's up he wastes little time and locks Logan into a boston crab!

Zach Davis: Mikami turning this match into his favor! Boston Crab!

Logan don't know rather to look shocked or in pain, instead, he looks confused wondering where Mikami found the strength to put him on the wrong end of the stick. Mikami clutches backwards on Logan's legs, however, due to the difference in size Logan is able to flip Mikami on his back and once he's there Logan locks in a submission move of his own.

Shannan Lerch: Loganshooter!

Before Logan could fully set Mikami into a sharpshooter, Mikami manages to slip out and roll out of the ring.

Zach Davis: These two aren't made to use submission moves on each other.

Shannan Lerch: The size difference clearly restricts that.

Logan follows after Mikami trying to grab him through the ropes, however, Mikami grabs Logan's head instead and drops down with it sending Logan's throat bouncing off the top rope and sending Logan crashing backwards in the ring. Logan staggers to his feet holding his throat with both hands gasping for air, Mikami capitalizes, slides back into the ring and hits a Diamond Cutter on Logan! Logan's laid out. Mikami seems to be in a bit of pain too, holding his ribs still before he finally manages to roll over and cover Logan.



The US champion kicks out and the crowd cheers. Mikami and Logan slowly stir to their feet and once they make it they meet each other with hard rights. This time Mikami gains the upperhand in the fist fight, sending various spin kicks and chops to Logan before finally finishing the combo off with a roundhouse kick. Instead of falling over Logan falls backwards into the turnbuckle, Mikami stalks the dazed Logan waiting for him to fall forwards, Logan eventually does and Mikami goes for another Diamond Cutter! No! Logan pushes him forward and breaks up the move. Mikami spins back around in Logan's direction and charges him. Out of nowhere Logan hits Mikami with a spine buster! Both men are down. Logan slowly regains himself, stumbling to his feet as the crowd eggs him on to go for the pin. Logan shakes his head, disagrees, and instead picks Mikami up and hits a Connector!

Zach Davis: HOLY CRAP! Connector! Connector! Out of nowhere too!

Looking satisfied, Logan believes he has it won cockily pinning Mikami.




Shannan Lerch: WHAT?!

Mikami indeed kicks out at the last second, the crowd is ecstatic. Logan stares at the referee for a moment telling him "THREE BOUDLE! That was a Connector!" After arguing with the referee for a bit, Logan pins Mikami again.



AGAIN! Mikami kicks out insulting Logan's finisher. Logan has that W-T-F look on his face and picks Mikami up signaling to the crowd for another Connector, of course they cheer him on to perform it, before he can, Mikami counters wrapping his legs around Logan's head and hitting a hurricanrana! Logan pops to his feet, still a little shocked Mikami kicked out of the Connector. Mikami is there to meet the surprised Logan with another hurricanrana! It's enough to keep Logan down as Mikami regains himself, clenching onto his bruised ribs and climbing the top rope. Mikami waste little time and flies off hitting Logan with his finisher, Hammer of Justice. NO! Logan rolls out the way at the last second and Mikami crashes into the ring adding even more injury to himself. Logan stands up, smiling looking over the fallen high flyer, Logan sends a stiff boot into his ribs! The crowd "OOO's", knowing these stomps are very painful on Mikami's bruised midsection, another stomp, Mikami squirms around in pain holding his side, another stomp, clamps his teeth together clinching them in pain, another stomp, Mikami finally escapes the painful attack and rolls out of the ring, Logan follows. Mikami crawls away from Logan, hands pressed around his ribs, Logan doesn't let up and kicks Mikami in the rib cage again. Mikami is in total pain and Logan has complete control, picking Mikami up by the hair Logan walks Mikami up the ramp. On the way up, Mikami might struggle from time to time and when he does Logan knees his side putting him back in a painful drowsy state.

Zach Davis: Oh no.. their coming over here.

Shannan Lerch: Logan's coming to give me a kiss!

The two reach the announcers position, Zach and Shannan scurries off like deer being shot at. Logan smashes Mikami's head into the announcers table before ripping off the monitors. Logan rolls Mikami's limp body onto the table as Zach and Shannan commentate from a safe distance.

Shannan Lerch: He's going to plant Mikami through our booth!

The crowd cheering the violence on, Logan wraps his arm around Mikami's neck setting him up for a Connector. Logan takes his time, holding a limp Mikami, however, he takes too much time, Mikami fires an elbow backwards in Logan's face! Logan holds his jaw reeling in pain, Mikami kicks Logan straight in the gut, Logan crunches over, Mikami puts Logan's head between his legs and lifts upwards hitting a piledriver and wrecking the table!


Shannan Lerch: Damnit!

Logan lies motionless laying in pieces of table, Mikami rolls around holding his ribs in pain, the crowd begins their regular holy shit chants. The match turning in Mikami's favor, he regains the strength to stand up and picks a dazed Logan up with him. Heading back to the ring Mikami stands Logan up on the top of the ramp and drop kicks him directly in the face! Logan awkwardly falls backwards and proceeds to tumble down the ramp way.

Zach Davis: We're back folks, our announcers spot is in shambles but we're back, and it appears the mangled Logan just took a spill down the ramp.

Logan rolls all the way down, gets to his feet once he's at the bottom of the ramp, he stumbles around having no idea where he is, Mikami again greets him and drop kicks him in the back of his head, Logan stumbles forward and rolls back into the ring holding his noggin. Mikami climbs into the ring too stalking Logan watching him stagger to his feet, Logan makes it up and Mikami locks Logan into a sleeper.

Zach Davis: Mikami looking to be Logan to sleep. He's sure got a goo--

Before Zach can finish Mikami hits his own version of the Connector on Logan! The crowd buzzes.

Shannan Lerch: Ouch AND ouch. Painful AND painful to Logan's ego if Mikami beat him like this.

Logan lays flat in the middle of the ring. Mikami nurses his ribs slowly climbing up the turnbuckle looking to hit his big move, fighting the pain, Mikami finally sets himself up on the turnbuckle and flies off hitting Logan with a Hammer of Justice! The crowd explodes, Mikami rolls around for a moment holding his ribs before finally covering Logan. The crowd counts along.




Shannan Lerch: Kick out Logan!!


Zach Davis: New US Champion!

Mikami stands, and the ref hands the US Title belt to Mikami. He grabs it but then immediately throws it into the corner.

Zach Davis: He doesn't even want it!

Shannan Lerch: Or...he has other things on his mind right now. Oh, no.

Indeed, Mikami has exited the ring and grabbed a chair. He slides back into the ring and inserts Logan's leg between the parts of the chair.

Shannan Lerch: Oh, no. No no no no no.

Zach Davis: The referee doesn't seem to want to get involved in this - and I can't blame him - but somebody needs to stop this!

Mikami stomps on the chair and Logan yells out. Mikami then climbs the top rope.

Zach Davis: He's going to break his ankle.

Shannan Lerch: Oh god, I can't watch.

Mikami is standing on the top turnbuckle and ready to jump, when a noise like static comes out of the PA speakers, and his MM logo appears on the entrance screen.

Zach Davis: What the...?

Mikami looks at the screen, back at Logan, back at the screen, and then hops off onto the apron. He grabs the title belt and lets one of the straps drag along the ground as he walks to the back.

Shannan Lerch: Why did he stop?

Zach Davis: Something's not right here. There's no way he planned that to happen. Someone else must be pulling strings here.

Shannan Lerch: Whoever it is, Logan should thank them.

Monday XIII Match
Chester/Dobbie vs Tanbark/Apollo Griffin vs Shane Spain/Tank Reaper vs Corey Black

Zach Davis: What an interesting matchup we have here - Gravedigger has declared this a XIII match, and since Corey Black is involved... no rules. Anything goes.

Shannan Lerch: Keep in mind, he's the only one without a teammate. Though I don't mind that fact too much.

"Quick To Back Down" by the Bravehearts starts playing on the speakers as the curtains part. Out run Chester and Dobbie who stop short at each side of the top of the ramp. They both pose for the crowd in attendance and taunt them as the crowd rains boos upon them. They finally stop posing and meet at the center and slowly walk down the ring, continuing to taunt the fans as they make their way to it. Finally they both run the last few feet and slide into the ring together. They both go to each of the turnbuckles and pose on their own, further angering the crowd and riling them up.

Zach Davis: First up, Chester and Dobbie. Team Dark Side, whom have been feuding with Timebomb since Timebomb's debut.

Coheed and Cambria's Justice in Murder bangs throughout the arena speakers and the lights go out with strobes around the stage area. Haze and Tanbark come out first with Apollo following tightly behind them. The three men stand atop the ramp and look out at each and every one of the fans who are in attendance. Triangle is announced over the loudspeakers, and the men walk intensely down the ramp. Each men take to the ring and taunt with their own style.

Shannan Lerch: Tanbark and Apollo will be competing in this match, and they've been on fire since entering WCF.

Timebomb by Godsmack hits. Tank Reaper and Shane Spain stand on the stage as a lot, I mean like the finally at the fourth of july, pyro goes off. Arms raise up and they make their way to the ring hyping themselvs up. When they hit the ring both slide in, climb the turnbuckles on opposite sides of the ring, Flames shoot out of all for ring posts and right in front of whatever team is on the ropes. They raise their arms then get off the turnbuckles and wait for their opponents.

Zach Davis: Shane Spane and Tank Reaper. Timebomb. And they're ready to explode.

The crowd is buzzing, and a spotlight hits somewhere in the crowd. No music, pyro, video, or anything. Standing there is Corey Black, wearing his hoodie with the hood up. He makes his way through the crowd as they cheer him on. Corey then hops the security barricade and rolls into the ring. He throws the devil horns to the crowd, and they do the same. Corey then sits in a corner, waiting for the match to begin.

Shannan Lerch: BOOOOOOOOOOO.

The bell rings.... and chaos erupts. Tank Reaper tackles down both Tanbark and Apollo, with Shane Spain going for Chester and Dobbie. Corey slides immediately out of the ring and starts looking under the ring.

Zach Davis: Black going for some weapons.

Black pulls out a kendo stick, but waits on the outside for a good time to use it. Inside, Tank Reaper has both Tanbark and Apollo against the turnbuckle.... Tank runs at them and smashes his huge body into them! Meanwhile, Shane Spain is doing his best to deal with the Dark Side but the numbers game is too much for him. Dobbie and Chester bounce off the ropes and hit a Linked Clothesline, sending Spain down. They then pick him up and hook his arms for a Double Suplex, but Tank grabs Dobbie from behind and tosses him out of the ring.

Shannan Lerch: The strength of Tank Reaper!

And as Dobbie flies out of the ring, Corey Black nails him in the face with the kendo stick! The stick breaks, as does Dobbie's face. Corey stomps him a few times before going to look for another weapon. In the ring, Spain and Tank are using their numbers against Chester now. They have Chester in the ring, and Tank runs at him and hits a Clothesline. Chester stumbles out and Spain runs at him and hits a Shining Wizard!

Zach Davis: Good move!

Spain goes for the pin.



No, Tanbark and Apollo kick Spain off. Tank turns towards the two men and grabs them both by the throat, tossing them out of the ring.

Shannan Lerch: This doesn't look good.

On the outside, Corey Black has found a fire extinguisher. As the Triangle members get to their feet, Corey sprays them with it, causing them to go temporarily blind. He then goes looking for more weapons to hit them with.

Zach Davis: That Corey.

Dobbie is back in the ring, and he hits Spain with a Dropkick from behind. Tank turns around and is met with a Dropkick as well. Chester and Dobbie are the only ones standing in the ring now, and they raise their arms in the air to a chorus of booing.

Shannan Lerch: Cocky.

And something comes flying into the ring, hitting Dobbie in the head, smashing against it, covering him in orange...

Zach Davis: Corey Black just threw in a goddamn pumpkin!

Not just any pumpkin, however. This pumpkin was filled with thumbtacks! Dobbie yells in pain, trying to get the thumbtacks off of him, and he tumbles out of the ring. Corey jumps up, yelling "Welcome to XIII" and then some profanity, and then hits a Springboard Cross Body Block... and we see now that Corey was wrapped in barbed wire!

Shannan Lerch: What a crazy guy.

Chester slides out of the ring now, with Dobbie. Corey Black flies over the top rope and splashes into them!

Zach Davis: Corey doing anything to get at the Dark Side here.

Tanbark and Apollo have reentered the ring, but Spain and Tank are ready for them. Spain picks Apollo up and hits the Stardom as Tank hits a huge Chokeslam on Tanbark!

Shannan Lerch: Good moves, Spain with his finisher!

Spain pins Apollo.




Zach Davis: Timebomb gets the win!

The bell rings and Timebomb's music plays. Black and the Dark Side have begun brawling to the back, and the Triangle members have exited the ring.

Shannan Lerch: Hard fought victory by Timebomb.

The ring is emptied and Tank Reaper is taking a breather near the ropes. Shane comes over to either comfort him, or rip him a new one but we'll never really know as Tank Reaper grabs Shane by the throat with both hands, lifts him up, and leaps into the air spinning towards the center of the ring hitting a deathly looking chokeslam/spinebuster!

Zach Davis: Whoa nelly! Tank Reaper just nailed Shane Spain!

Shannan Lerch: He's asking for a microphone.

Tank Reaper: That was the last straw. Having me hit weights? Having me spar with you in the gym? You kidding me bro? Shane, you were the reason Tank Reaper was being slowed down in Wrestling Championship Federation! Telling reporters 'WE' lost in singles matches? Excuse me but fact remains I had my singles match won before I was hit with a chair shot more than once just to get pinned and still managed to kick up right AFTER the three count! Shane. Don't you realize who I was talking about with my payback? My payback wasn't for anyone else in this federation except for you! The constant calling out, the bickering and yelling. There is only so much someone can take from a small piece of crap like you, before they realize that you were the reason the stable was failing in the first place! Shane Spain, I'm out of Timebomb! You can suck this.

Reaper kicks Shane in the head before dropping the microphone and having the crowd cheer for the giant beast.

Zach Davis: Well that explains his eye rolling, and constant distress about Shane Spain.

Shannan Lerch: Is Timebomb imploding?

Seth Lerch/Logan Segment

The scene opens up backstage. Logan is near a hot dog cart, pulling money out of his wallet. The man behind the hot dog cart is wearing glasses with an attached fake nose and mustache... and is obviously Seth Lerch. And he's using a fake Italian accent.

Seth Lerch: Heya, Logan. Thanka you for-a buyin' my hot dogs. Usually I sell-a tha pizza pies, but for you I sell-a the hot dogs!

Logan: Less talk, more dogs.

Seth Lerch: Yeah yeah, I know, I know. But eh, I have-a problem, I need-a your signature first. Sign here.

Seth presents Logan a contract, while holding the delicious hot dog in his other hand. Logan, only looking at the hot dog, quickly signs.

Logan: Gimme gimme gimme!

Seth hands Logan the hot dog.. then tears off his fake glasses and moustache, leaving Logan shocked.

Logan: SETH! This is what Gravedigger has you doing now? Selling hot dogs?!

Seth Lerch: Not really, Logan. I just tricked you into agreeing to being on my team in the Explosion match.

Logan: DAMNIT. You son of a-

Seth Lerch: But as for the hot dogs? If we win, theres plenty more where that came from...

Logan smiles.

Logan: Seth, you're a smart man, and I like what I'm hearing. Consider your team... Treachery'd.

Corey Black walks by.

Corey Black: I hate you, Seth.

Corey keeps walking, Seth and Logan shrug. Scene fades out.

Jack of Blades Segment

Shannan Lerch: Tonight has been a great night. So far we’ve had entertaining matches, enthralling interviews and my sexual promiscuity hasn’t been questioned once.

Zach Davis: Well Shannan, if you wanna say thank you to someone for this great night than you need look no further than our sponsors for tonight’s action: the makers of ‘Fellini Movie.’ That’s right those crazy Wayans Brothers are at it again! This time, the crazy duo are providing their own unique spin on the films of ‘Italian Neorealism.’ Who said Neorealism was all about gentrification and impoverishment? Nope, now it’s about GENITIAL-ICATION and IM-POO-VERISHMENT! ‘Cristo si è fermato a Eboli!’ More like ‘Cristo si è fermato a Ebonics!’ AM I RIGHT?

Shannan Lerch: Jesus Christ. Why do we always get such crappy sponsors? I heard a certain federation up north secured sponsorship from the new ‘Star Trek’ movie.

Zach Davis: Oooh, I can’t wait to see that. Apparently, Winona Ryder is in it.

Shannan Lerch: What the hell ever happened to her?

Zach Davis: I don’t know. There were rumours going around that after involving herself with the cinematic aberration, ‘Mr Deeds’, she travelled to Tibet hoping to find some degree of spiritual absolution for her crimes. Anyway, she’s back from her self-inflicted exile...back with a Vulcan vengeance!

Shannan Lerch: Yeah. Anyway, speaking of people who have gone missing, you know who we haven’t seen in a while...

Das Duell hits the speaker system. Men boo. Woman pray. Children cry. The usual.

Zach Davis: Here he is! Jack, Jack, Jack. Jumpin’ Jack. Jackie-O. BlackJackAttack.

Shannan Lerch: You’re doing it now? Seriously, when has he said his name in such a repeated and multi-faceted fashion before?

Zach Davis: JACKet potatoes!

As much fun as the at-home WCF fans are probably having listening to Shannan and Zach’s ‘domestic’, the production crew decides that Jack’s entrance takes precedence over parade-quality banter. At the ramp stands not just Jack of Blades or Blade of Jacks or Blacks of Jades or whatever you want to call him. To his left, Dysphoria and to his right stands lovable manchild, Jesper Reisert.

Shannan Lerch: Well, Jack isn’t scheduled for action tonight. He must be here to talk. Talk about Skyler.

Shannan is right, Jack is dressed not for combat but for his usual brand of truculent wordiness. His garments say as much: finely polished shoes, fashionably tattered jeans and a baggy zipped jacket with the hood enveloping and obscuring much of Jack’s face. In fact, if it were not for Ennio Morricone’s composition and the attendance of his two cohorts, it was probable that most would fail to realize that they were in the presence of the Bastard Clown. The Whore, The Hooded Man and The Half-Wit begin their descent down the ramp.

Zach Davis: Like you said, Jacky-Jack must be looking to address Skyler Striker tonight. The two of them have been involved in a war of sorts recently; a war that has spanned broken daughters and injured imbeciles.

Shannan Lerch: What the hell is Jesper doing?

Zach Davis: I don’t know, he’s holding a sign for the fans to see.

Shannan Lerch: At least, it’s a sign he’s showing to fans and not ‘other things.’

Zach Davis: Yeah, remember, that time in Baton Rouge.

Shannan Lerch: Don’t remind me. I honestly didn’t think that case would stand up in a court of law.

Zach Davis: Well, it almost didn’t until the defence called an oven glove to the stand...Anyway, what does that sign say?

The camera zooms in on the hastily constructed sign being waved above Jesper’s head. There in his paroxysm-esque sprawl lies the words: ‘SETH LERCH HATES JACKS!’

Shannan Lerch: ‘Seth Lerch Hates Jacks?’ What’s that about?

Zach Davis: Well there were certain rumours spreading around this week that said that Jack’s party had placed a request in with Seth Lerch’s office. A request that was soon denied.

Shannan Lerch: But my brother doesn’t run the company any more. Gravedigger does.

Zach Davis: Like I said, a request that was soon denied.

Jack slides into the ring and performs his gentlemanly duties by sitting on the second rope allowing for Dysphoria’s safe entry. Jesper joins them but not before more pandering to the crowd. A small ‘Seth Lerch Hates Jacks’ chant is attempted but soon quelled. Damn smarks. A microphone is requested and given. Jack lifts the device into the featureless black of his hood.

Zach Davis: Can you imagine the bile that is going to flow from Jack of Blades’ mouth after Skyler’s little impersonation?

Shannan Lerch: Can you imagine the bile that flows from Dysphoria’s mouth on a nightly basis?

Zach Davis: You always have to lower the tone, don’t you Lerch? Anyway, it looks as if Jack is going to rip Skyler a new one.

Jack of Blades: Today, ladies and gentlemen, I am here to talk to you about...Ferdinand de Saussure and his seminal text, ‘Course in General Linguistics.’

Shannan Lerch: Figures.

The crowd boo declaring education anathema with their harking chorus. While neither camera nor fan can see his face, in all likelihood, Jack of Blades is enjoying such a reaction.

Jack of Blades: Acting as the cumulative opus for Saussure’s entire life of scholarship, ‘Course in General Linguistics’ or ‘Cours de Linguistique Générale’ as it is known in its mother tongue, revolutionized studies regarding the way we, as an evolved puddle of mewing effluence, communicated with each other. Investigating linguistics through a structuralist lens, Saussure’s work brought many new ideas to the fore. From discussing the arbitrariness behind assignment and denotation to the ephemeral nature of the spoken word, Saussure gave English professors everywhere the horn. But it was one particular theory of his that polished their respective perineums and made them spurt...

Zach Davis: No other wrestling federation in the world combines advanced linguistic analysis and ejaculation jokes like the WCF does!

Shannan Lerch: Is that fact really one we should advertise?

Jack of Blades:...I am of course talking about Saussure’s realization that linguistic value extends beyond nomenclature and lexicology and is in fact, grounded in systematic valuation.

Zach Davis: D’uh! How could I forget?

Shannan Lerch: This—This is why we don’t get better sponsors!

Jack of Blades: He argued that signs, words, units of meaning cannot exist in isolation, but rather, are dependent on a system from within which they must be deduced in analysis, rather than the system itself being built up from isolated signs. In other words, we can distinguish between a child and a willing legal adult because of the difference between them. Well, we can, I’m not entirely sure that example applies to the Catholic Church...Anyway, this little theory of Saussure’s is one that is extremely relevant to the little fracas Skyler and I are currently engaged in.

Shannan Lerch: Oh good, he’s actually going to mention his opponent’s name tonight.

Jack of Blades: You see, over the past few months, a number of people have come to the misguided conclusion that emulating me would be a good idea. Rick Mad did it. The whole of last summer was dominated by some weapon-mad, copy-cat clown who could barely contain their misanthropy through the heavy layers of make-up plastered around their face. What was the name? Oh yeah...Sarah Palin.

This misdirection brings a small sputtering of laughter. It is soon trampled on by the tremulous cries of the Republican elephant. With the joke done, Blades continues his tirade. The anger inside is noticably growing with each spoken syllable.

Jack of Blades: And now...And now, Skyler Striker has decided that it would be a jolly good idea if he also appropriated my smile and my unique perspective on things. And while I know imitation is supposed to the sincerest form of flattery, I also know the work of Ferdinand de Saussure. Hell, I also know about perscriptive meta-ethics. Both say that for their to be ‘good’, there has to be ‘evil.’ For there to be altruism, there has to be cruelty. For there to be a Bastard Clown, there has to be an Ace of Hearts. For there to be ‘Jack of Blades,’ there has to be ‘Skyler Striker.’

Shannan Lerch: Does the same apply to us?

Zach Davis: What?

Shannan Lerch: For there to be a Zach Davis, there has to be a Shannan Lerch?

Zach Davis: No. For there to be a ‘Shannan Lerch,’ there has to be a full-moon and an open bar policy.

Jack of Blades: You see, Skyler, you and I operate diacritically. The reason our actions have any merit, the reason why the fans know which of us to harangue and which of us to celebrate is because we are each other’s opposite, each other’s negative, each other’s antonym. Family man and monster. Jester and straight man. Hero and villain. Our relationship is diacritical and antipodal. We only have meaning and relevance thanks to the other. You consider yourself a higher lifeform than me because you have limits and stoicism where I have ruthlessness and laughter. I consider myself a higher lifeform than you because I’m willing to go places where you never would...i.e. crippling your daughter to win a wrestling match. We live off each other’s differences. We have a very ‘special’ relationship

Shannan Lerch: Jesus, just how ‘special’ is their relationship?

Jack of Blades is seething. His face is probably deep crimson with vexation. Probably. But the hood obscures all.

Jack of Blades: But no! You have to go and ruin it all by playing rictus with your lips and chortling like a nitrous oxide-dependent hyena. You think that with your recent conversion to the dark side that there are two Jacks of Blades running around? No, with you falling off the road to Damascus, Jack of Blades ceases to exist. Without your heroics and chivalry to compare my beligerence and sociopathy against, I fail to be. With your new little game of dress-up, I am given limits by natural extension. My actions become less nefarious and more the norm. Without the paragon that is Skyler Striker, Jack of Blades simply becomes one of the meaningless, mewing masses. And that’s a greater blow than any steel chair or sledgehammer could ever bring...

Shannan Lerch: Jack has feelings? Impossible.

Jack of Blades: ..And so, the situation must be rectified and balance must be restored. Being a student of Saussure and knowing that now that Skyler has tasted ‘Jack’, he won’t ever want to go back, I realize that I will have to be the one that takes the plunge. And so, Dysphoria, if you please...

Jack’s head droops and falls still covered by the hood. Dysphoria’s slender fingers clutch onto the back of the jacket’s hood before pulling it backwards with a flick of her wrist. The hood falls backwards revealing Jack’s head and a brand new revelation.

Shannan Lerch: What the--?

Zach Davis: Oh! Now that is a nice look for the Bastard Clown. Er, do we still call him that?

Indeed, Jack of Blades does have a new look. A look that seems to have derived from a bottle of dye No. 32. Platinum honey has replaced raven black.

Jack of Blades: That’s right. Skyler, you want to play Jack of Blades. That’s fine. I am more than willing to continue to be your foil even if it does mean that I have to physically resemble a lighthouse. I’ll be the Skyler Striker to your Jack of Blades. While you are berating your very own homunculus , I’ll attend Jade’s PTA meetings. While you are trying to drown your significant other in a bathtub...

Jack winks at Dysphoria. She smiles back. The comment goes completely over her head. Probably because she considers Jesper to fulfill the role of ‘Jack’s Significant Other’ and not herself.

Jack of Blades: ..I’ll be part of the congregation at your local church. You see, I’ll give you your match. Once more, it will be Skyler Striker versus Jack of Blades...

The crowd roars. They may not appreciate discussion pertaining to semiotics but they sure do like it when someone announces his intention to wrestle another. Savages.

Jack of Blades: ...The only change is who will be playing who. And s---

Darkness falls over the arena. However, midnight silence does not follow. The crowd prevents that with anxious cheers. One. Two. Three. “And, then there was light.” The ring has changed considerably. Blades and Dysphoria are no longer in the ring. Jesper’s still there only he is now laid supine by some unseen blitzkrieg. The attacker is nowhere to be seen. The sign suggesting Seth Lerch’s fervent dislike for a certain wrestler has been torn in half. A cut made by the production crew reveals Jack and Dysphoria’s whereabouts. They are in the crowd looking back at the crumpled heap of their fallen compatriot.

Zach Davis: Looks like Skyler has returned the favour that Jack paid to him a fortnight ago.

Shannan Lerch: I can’t believe I have to ask this again...but what the hell is in Jesper’s mouth?

It appears as if a calling card has been left. A calling card in the form of a playing card. The Ace of Hearts. Forcibly jammed into Jesper’s mouth. Presumably seeing this on the titantron, the crowd explodes. But another sound soon takes over. One more worrying to Dysphoria and Jack. A sickening, rabid laughter pervades throughout. A laughter that sounds like it should belong to Jack of Blades but doesn’t. This is a new kind of laughter coming from a new kind of Skyler Striker...

Zach Davis: Mindgames were always half the battle for Jack of Blades and it look like Skyler Striker is more than willing to meet him on that front...

Shannan Lerch: Yeah but simply from the irradiated glow emanating from Jack of Blades’ choice in haircut, it looks like the Bastard Clown has brought more reinforcements.

Zach Davis: Perhaps we should stop the tortured metaphors. Especially ones that involve the lexicon of warfare.

Ryan Daniels vs Torture

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

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


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

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

Zach Davis: A long entrance for a wrestler whose work ethic is described as lazy.

Shannan Lerch: You said it.

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: The Broken Ryan Daniels inside the ring awaiting the Champion.

Shannan Lerch: You beat Corey Black and you become the number one contender? I see a lot of guys making challenges to Corey Black next week.

Zach Davis: We'll see.

Jamais Vu by Dredg nails the speakers and the crowd stands to boo. The lights flicker on and off as Torture with both World Titles around his waist steps out from behind the curtain and onto the stage. His eyes never leave Ryan Daniels. Torture walks down the ramp with an intense look on his face as if he's about to kill Ryan Daniels. Torture steps inside the ring as his music fades out. The ref takes both titles off the waist of Torture and holds them up in the air and to Ryan Daniels.

Shannan Lerch: Daniels gettin' a shot of a lifetime right here!

Daniels runs towards Torture as soon as the bell is rung, Torture stands in place ducks, and then hits a stiff side kick right to Daniels when he turns around. Daniels drops to the mat. Torture looks out at the crowd. They boo. Torture bends down and picks up Daniels and throws him into the corner. Torture pulls down Daniels head for five high stiff right hands. Torture throws Daniels into the ropes and when Daniels returns, Torture picks him up and hits a stiff spine-buster. Torture stands to his feet and grabs the top rope. He looks out at the crowd one more time. Torture stares holes through the sold out crowd.

Zach Davis: Torture has snapped or something.

Shannan Lerch: He's crazy.

Daniels gets to his feet, but hardly. Torture helps him though by hitting a few back hand chops then clothes lining him right back down to the mat. Torture stomps a few boots into his face before picking him up and hitting a snap suplex. Torture sits up, and just sits right next to Daniels. Torture kneels up and begins putting right hands into the forehead of Daniels. Torture lifts him up and throws him right through the ropes to the outside. Torture rolls out of the ring and helps Daniels face meet the ring post. Daniels stumbles around before landing up against the guardrail. Torture walks into a Daniels boot to the mid-section and some of the crowd reacts! Daniels lands a few punches before throwing Torture back into the ring. Torture stumbles around a bit but finds his footing and turns around. Daniels springboards from the apron to the ropes to hitting a cross body on Torture! It's a pinfall!

Zach Davis: One! Two! Kick out!

Daniels asks for the ref to count faster next time but wastes no time picking Torture up and hitting a few punches before reeling him with a spin kick. Torture reels back into the ropes and Daniels runs at him. Torture back body drops Ryan over, but he lands on the apron. Torture tries to walk away but Daniels reaches his head and slams him down to his back. Daniels springboards again off the ropes hitting a leg drop. Daniels gets up just as Torture does and Daniels hits an enziguri dropping Torture to his knees where Daniels grabs him for a quick DDT. Daniels rolls him over for the pin!

Shannan Lerch: New World Champion..

Zach Davis: No! Torture kicked out!

Daniels gets to his feet and picks up Torture. Daniels goes for a suplex but Torture flips out of it and lands on his feet. Torture gives a knee to the back of Daniels and throws him over the top rope! Daniels crashes to the mats below when Torture rolls out of the ring. The ref slides out and asks both men to return to the ring. Neither of them listen. Torture slams Daniels head first into the ring apron before throwing him over the guardrail and into the crowd! The crowd helps Daniels to his feet but Torture grabs him and suplexes him back over the rail and onto the mats. Torture gets up and throws Daniels into the ring. Torture grabs a steel chair and rolls inside. Daniels gets to his feet inside the ring when Torture picks up the steel chair and the ref grabs it and takes it away from! The crowd erupts! Torture turns to yell at the ref when Daniels hits the Breaking Point in the middle of the ring! The ref drops the chair and begins the count!

Zach Davis: Ryan Daniels hit his finisher, it could be over!

Shannan Lerch: Ohh! Torture kicked up after two! That was super close!

Daniels looks shocked and picks up Torture. The crowd begins to boo because Chris Avery runs down the ramp and slides in. Daniels ducks Chris Avery's clothesline, Avery bounces off the ropes and Daniels hits a dropkick sending Avery through the ropes and onto the apron. Avery gets back up and tries to enter the ring again. The ref stops Avery from entering and has his back turn. Daniels make sure Avery can't get back into the ring. Ryan Daniels turns around and is met with a vicious chair shot straight to the temple from Torture.

Zach Davis: OH MAN!

The Tort drops the chair quickly before Daniels can even fall to the ground, he catches him and slams him down with the Torts Device onto the chair. Torture slides the chair out, and Avery drops off the apron. The ref turns around and notices what is going on. The ref drops to the mat.

Zach Davis: Aww damn it!


Ding ding ding.

Shannan Lerch: Torture wins again.

Chris Avery grabs the Titles and slides in to celebrate with Torture. Jamais Vu nails the speakers and plays through-out the arena. The crowd is booing at every second of this crap. Avery has the titles and slides out of the ring as does Torture. Avery begins to walk up the ramp when Torture stops at the bottom of it. Torture looks back into the ring with his sick disturbing look. He walks back and slides in. Daniels is trying to get to his feet when Torture grabs the ref and throws him right over the top rope crashing to the mats. Torture picks up the steel chair and slams it over Daniels head! Daniels stumbles into the corner and leans up against it with his head in a very vulnerable state. Torture swings it like a golf club and lands it right across the back of Daniels head!

Zach Davis: Someone stop him! This is getting sick!

Shannan Lerch: Seriously has snapped in the last few weeks..

Chris Avery drops the titles and slides into the ring to slow down Torture. Torture kicks at Daniels to see if he can move. Daniels is hardly moving. Daniels is laid out in the middle of the ring, when Avery pulls at Torture to stop. Torture shoves him off and lays a sickening chair shot straight down on the face of Ryan Daniels. Avery rips the chair out of Tortures hand and throws it to the outside. Avery yells at Torture; "lets go!". Torture looks down at the Broken Ryan Daniels and spits on him. Torture gets out of the ring and continues to look at the ring while walking backwards up the ramp. Avery can't believe the carnage and just keeps insisting Torture walk up the ramp.

Zach Davis: Ryan Daniels has seen better days!

Shannan Lerch: Torture goes too far sometimes.

And Master of Puppets hits.

Zach Davis: Uh oh.

Seth Lerch steps out from the back, right before Torture and Chris Avery were about to head to past the curtain. The two men back up, Torture looking annoyed.

Seth Lerch: Torture, we need to talk.

Torture: What's there to talk about, Seth? I already know this song and dance and I knew it was coming. I'm the World Champion, Seth, I have more important things to be doing at PPVs than your dumb old tag matches.

Seth Lerch: I know, Torture. I know. I could give you some "do it for me, do it for WCF" spiel, but I know it wouldn't reach you. So I'm going to shoot straight. Do you really think you're going to make it the next two months with that World Title?

Torture: I KNOW I am, Seth. I KNOW I am.

Seth Lerch: Gravedigger wants that belt, Torture. Technically, he has the power to just TAKE it from you if he really wants to. But he wants to prove a point, and he WILL prove it. He can do whatever he wants with your contract, Torture, he basically owns you. And I remember a few months ago... you confronted me and Logan in the locker room, and you told me you wanted change in WCF. And now YOU have the opportunity to make it happen, Torture. You have the opportunity to get Gravedigger out of power, to protect the WCF World Title. To protect the one thing that means the world to you.

Seth is starting to make sense to Torture... when Torture is met with a chair shot from behind!

Shannan Lerch: The hell?

Gravedigger is back, and he just hit Torture with a chair. Mike D is also there, grabbing Chris Avery and using the element of surprise to throw him off the stage, sending him several feet to a floor of concrete! As Torture goes down, Gravedigger quickly grabs the World Title from him.... and holds it up in the air. Torture looks up at Gravedigger as he's doing this, Gravedigger smiling cockily. Seth is backing away, not wanting to get his ass kicked. Torture gets to his feet, but as he's almost up Gravedigger runs at him and smacks him right in the face with the belt, sending him back down.

Zach Davis: Where is Corey Black?

Shannan Lerch: He's not going to come to Torture's aid, Zach. Seth or not. Nor would Logan. Torture is on his own.

Return to Sender by Hound of Hades hits.

Zach Davis: Hm? Who's song is this? I don't recognize-

DAKE KEN runs out from the back! He has a big mallet, and he hits Gravedigger with it! Gravedigger goes back reeling, and Dake Ken hits Mike D with the mallet as well!

Shannan Lerch: Dake Ken! Former Television and Tag Team Champion, member of the Elite!

Dake turns to Seth and shakes his hand, Seth smiling. Gravedigger and Mike D have gotten to their feet, scrambling to sort things out and they head behind the curtain to the back. Torture is to his feet, looking shocked. Dake Ken towards turns Torture, and the two men stare each other down.

Zach Davis: These two actually have a history, Shannan. DKX, Dake Ken and X Rated, had quite a feud with the team of Torture and Death... I can't imagine theres any love lost between these two.

The two continue to stare each other down until Torture grabs his World Title off the ground and begins heading to the back. Seth, meanwhile, raises Dake Ken's hand to a big pop from the crowd.

Shannan Lerch: So is Torture going to join Team WCF or not?!

Zach Davis: We'll find out next week, Shannan! See you all then!

Slam fades to black.