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Loverboy Michael Torez vs. Glory
Ironman Match: Best of 3 falls, Extreme Rules for HM Title

[Kidrock�s Cowboy begins to blast over the arena PA]

Ring Announcer: Coming to the ring at this time, weighing in at 6�2� 229 pounds, Loverboy Michael Torez.

[Torez walks out to the ring. He is greeted with a mixed reaction. He goes into the ring and works the crowd.]

Ring Announcer: And coming to the ring at this time, weighing in at 6�3� 265 pounds, Glory!

[PA blasts the star spangled banner as Glory walks out to a decent pop. He slides under the ropes and is immediately attacked by Torez. The ring bell sounds.]

Murdock: Well, this should be one heck of a great fight. These two men will get it on not once, but three times tonight. There must be three pin falls in this match.

Masterson: Torez is really giving it to Glory. With lefts and rights. Glory is down to one knee. Torez is taunting him to get back up. Oh, Glory with a low blow. Torez looks hurt bad.

McLure: Glory with the whip into the ropes. Glory goes for a back body drop, but Torez reads it. Kick to the gut. He has him in a hold. Oh my god, he powerbombed him. Torez with the cover. 1,2, kick out. Whoa! That was close.

Murdock: Torez almost got the pin there, but he was to stupid to pin the man correctly. What an idiot.

Masterson: Glory looks hurt. Torez is outside the ring here. Digging under the ring for something. He pulls out a table. Glory is back up inside the ring. He runs to the opposing ropes. He sprints back. Oh, he just leaped over the top rope, and nailed Torez with a devastating blow. Torez is down. Glory is setting up the table. Glory grabs Torez by the hair to his feet. Glory picks up Torez. He is up, over Glory�s head. Wait, Torez reversed it, Torez nailed a spike DDT onto the concrete! Oh my god, he may have killed him.

McLure: Torez is dragging Glory�s carcass across the floor. He picked him up. Glory is on the table. Oh my god, this may be the end of Glory is this is what I think it is. Torez is on the ring apron. He is making his way up the turnbuckle. He signals for it. He is going for the Lovedrop. He is going to kill Glory is he connects this. Oh my god. Torez jumps, Glory rolls of the table, out of the way. Torez smashed through the table. Somebody get this guy some help. There is no way any human can survive this kind of punishment.

Murdock: Glory is walking around the ringside area. He picks up a chair. He runs back at Torez and crunch! He nailed him with the chair. Michael Torez must be dead. Glory has the chair. He is walking over to the black guardrail. He is on top of it. He has the chair in his hand. Glory faces the crowd. He jumps backward. Wow! This massive man just nailed Torez with a moonsualt. I have never seen anything like this in my life. Both men are down.

Masterson: I think they are both dead. We need medical attention out here fast. Wait, both men are moving. Torez is struggling to his feet. Glory is trying to get back up to. Torez is on his feet. He is laying the boots to Glory. Torez is dragging Glory towards the ramp by his hair. Glory is struggling to get free from Torez. Glory just pushed Torez away from him. Torez turns around. Oh my, he is met by a heart-stopping clothesline. Glory pulls Torez up. Oh, both men are brawling now. Punching back and forth. Torez somehow gets an advantage and grabs Glory.

McLure: They are headed into the back. Glory has the advantage now. He whips Torez into the wall. Glory grabs Torez, and walks him down the corridor. He picks him up, scoop slam through a table. Glory picks him up again, and throws him into a laundry basket. Glory rolls the basket to the middle of the corrider, and starts running with it. Glory finally lets go of the basket.

Murdock: Torez is going to crash right down those stairs. Wait, the basket rolled over. Torez is out of it. He charges back up at Glory. He is going psycho on him. He is delivering rights and lefts and more rights. They are making their way down a different hall.

Masterson: That�s back by the wrestler locker rooms. Torez suplexs Glory down onto the hard floor. He picks him up, and slams his head into a locker room door. Glory is down on the ground now. Torez opens up the door. He pushes Glory�s head into the room a little, and Torez slams the door. Ouch!! That had to hurt. He crushed Glory�s head. Glory will feel that one tomorrow. Torez pulls up Glory, and takes him back down the hall, to the main corridor backstage. Glory gets back into the game by shoving Torez into the wall, and hitting him in the back with a light fixture. Torez is down. Glory picks Torez up by the hair, and pulls him towards the stairs. Fans, we have no idea where those stairs lead. Maybe to hell, because if both these guys keep fighting like this, they will both end up their. Glory throws Torez through the door, and they are on the upper balcony of the arena. Glory and Torez are getting it on, far above the ring, amongst the fans. They are brawling on the highest part of the second floor. Torez gets the advantage. A fan throws a beer in Glory�s face. Torez DDT�s him near the stairs that lead to the bottom of the arena. Glory is rolling down the stairs with Torez chasing behind him. Torez picks him up, and go tries to suplex Glory. Glory blocks it. He kicks Torez in the gut, oh my, he picks him up. Star Spangled Edge. Torez is down. Glory with the cover, 1,2, 3. Glory won the first fall. If he gets one more, we have a new heavy metal champion. Glory celebrates while Torez recooperates. Torez gets up, and oh my god, he just clotheslined Glory over the balcony wall. That must be a twenty foot fall. Glory lands on the French announce table. He looks like he is out cold. He must be dead. Someone get help. Someone call 911! Hurry!

McLure: I have never seen anything like that. This is the greatest match ever. Glory may be dead. Torez killed him. If he didn�t kill him, Torez is definitely going to. Torez makes his way back down the stairs, and into the arena. He makes his way into the ring as the EMT�s work on Glory. Torez picks up a microphone

Torez: �Come on you pussy, can�t you handle a little fall?�

Masterson: Glory gets up, and struggles his way away from the EMT�s. He is getting back into the ring!!!! Wow! This man has more fortitude than any man I have ever met before! I cannot believe what I am seeing. Glory is taking it right to Torez. They are standing face to face. Glory is going ape- [audio beep]

McLure: on him. Whoa!! I have never seen anything like this. Torez got the advantage back. He whips Glory into the ropes. Wow! Big times clothesline. He took Glory right over the top rope. Torez backs up to the opposing rope. He sprints towards Glory. Whoa, he flipped right over the top rope. He completely missed Glory though. Glory searches under the ring for something. He has a caution, wet floor sign. He swings it at Torez. Ohhhh, that one had to hurt. Torez didn�t go down though WOW! Torez backs up. Glory looks possessed as if he were stalking his pray. Torez with a dropkick. He nailed the sign. Glory is down. He is on the ring apron. He turns around. He springboards himself off the second ropes into an asai moonsualt. This man is so multi talented. He is going to be a huge star someday. Both men are down. Torez starts to move first. He pulls up Glory. He whips him into the ring stairs. Glory looks hurt. Torez is kicking major ass here. He pulls up Glory. He whips him into the guard rail. It is reversed. Torez goes straight into the guard rail. Glory charges. Clothesline. He knocked Torez right into the crowd. Torez is down on the opposite side of the guard rail. Glory steps on to the guard rail. He signals to the crowd. He jumps, Senton bomb. Wow! Amazing. These two men are putting heart and soul into the match. Torez is down. Glory grabs a chair. Torez is finally back up, and ouch, he is back down.

Murdock: He was just waffled with that chair by Glory. Torez is busted open. Torez is losing blood fast. Someone help him out. Glory goes back over the guard rail. Both men look horrible. They are both bleeding severely. These two men won�t last much longer. Torez is up. Glory grabs him. Vertical suplex over the guard rail. Ouch, that one had to hurt. Torez is staggering to his feet. He is up, stumbling his way to the top of the ramp. Glory has something else in mind. He is on the side of the ramp. He is setting up a stack of two tables. Glory goes back to the ramp, and climbs up it. Torez went behind the curtain to grab something. He grabbed a bat! Glory is at the top. Wow! Torez just waffled him. Glory is down near the edge of the ramp. Torez waits behind him. Glory gets up, facing the table stack he made. Torez runs at Glory from behind. He grabs him, jumps. Bulldog!!! Torez just bulldogged him through the tables. Both men are down. Masterson: My god! How did he do that? Torez with the cover, 1,2,3. It�s all evened up right now. The man who scores the next pinfall becomes the next heavy metal champion. Glory is still down from the bull. Torez is up and moving. He is going back up the ramp. I think he is gonna try to win this one real fast. He is at the top. He leans over the edge. He jumps, Lovedrop. Glory rolled out of the way again. Torez connected with solid concrete. He might be out. Glory is going to get the win here. Glory covers him, 1,2, kick out! No way, this is impossible. These two men are insane. The average man would have been dead a long time ago. These two men are going straight to hell for this one. Glory is over on the other side of the stage now. He is making a triple stack of tables. I have a feeling Torez will be finished after Glory puts him through those bad boys.

McLure: Torez is up. He stumbles on the ramp. He jumps off. Clothesline. He took down Glory. Both men are down. Somehow Glory is stumbling to his feet. Wait, Torez is also. They both regain their balance, and exchange blows. Glory gets the advantage now. He drags Torez back to the ring. He rolls him into it. Glory is digging under the ring again. He pulls out a ladder. What does he have in mind with that. Glory picks it up, wait, Torez off the ropes. He baseball slide kicks the ladder right into Glory. Glory is down. Torez is outside the ring now. He has the ladder, and Glory is out cold. He lays the ladder across the ground, and opens up the two pieces. He places Glory�s head between them, and slams them shut. Oh my god, Glory must be dead, he must be. Torez is headed to the top turnbuckle. Oh god, oh god, don�t tell me, YES! He did it, Love Drop onto the ladder. Glory has to be dead. No man could survive this punishment. Torez pulls the ladder off of Glory, the cover, 1,2,, no way! He kicked out. How the hell did he kick out? He should be dead!! Torez is shocked. He is showing signs of frustration.

Murdock: This is impossible. I can�t believe my eyes. There is no way any man could ever survive this. I don�t believe what I am seeing. Torez is up top again. He signals for the Love Drop again. He jumps, and misses. Glory rolled out of the way. Both men are down. Glory stumbles up to his feet. He leans against the guard rail. He is up all the way. He walks to the ringside area. He grabbed a chair folks. This match is out of control. He is stalking Torez, who is crawling to the guard rail. He picks up the chair over his head. He just nailed Torez with it. Torez must be gone. These guys have gone through so much. Glory grabs Teroz by the hair, and pulls him to his feet. He is dragging him up the ramp. He takes him to the top left side. Oh my god, this will kill Torez. There is a stack of three tables over their. Glory signals the crowd for the Star Spangeled Edge. He picks up Torez. He is about to end Torez�s career. He walks up to the edge of the ramp. He throws him down, wait. Torez wrapped him arms around Glory�s. Both men are falling. Both men go straight through the tables onto the cement. Glory got lucky and he landed on top of torez.

Masterson: They must be dead. I don�t believe this. Neither one of them is moving. Get some EMT�s out here fast. It wasn�t supposed to end like this. It wasn�t.

[EMT�s rush to the scene. Glory is slowly moving, and rejects EMT work. Torez isn�t moving. The EMT�s start working on him, when he starts moving. Glory gets on the microphone]

Glory: I bring to you, your new heavy metal champion.

[Torez gets up slowly, and pushes away the EMT�s. He makes his way back to the ring.]

McLure: I do not believe this, this match is going to continue. Who would have ever thought anyone could ever survive this. Torez is stumbling to the ring. Glory is up top, he leaps. He nails Torez with a cross body block. Torez can�t take any more of this. Glory is up. He is pulling up Torez. He whips him into the guardrail on the opposite side. Oh, Torez just flipped right over the top of the rail. He is down on the opposite side. Glory has this one pretty much wrapped up here. He runs at the guardrail. Wait a minute. Torez is up, and he has a chair. Wow! He just smacked him down with that chair. I can�t believe it. How did he get up so fast, and get a chair without anyone seeing it? My god, this match is out of control. Torez is up. He is on top of the guardrail now. He jumps legdrop on Glory. Torez is up again. He pulls up Glory by his hair, and slides him into the ring. Torez whips Glory into the corner. He climbs the pads, and starts pummeling Glory.

Murdock: Wait a minute, Glory is trying to do something. He is lifting up Torez. He has him up good now. In the power bomb position. Glory runs, OH MY GOD, he just power bombed Torez through the ring. Torez went straight through the ring. He is broken in two. I don�t believe this.

Masterson: Torez is unconscious, laying in a whole in the ring. I would declare Glory the champion, and end this thing. Ring Announcer: Based on Torez�s inability to continue, your winner, and new heavy metal champion, unless Torez can continue, Glory.

[Torez climbs out of the hole]

McLure: Oh my god, It looks like Torez can continue. Torez with a low blow on Glory. He grabs him from behind. He runs at the turnbuckle. Jumps, spinning bulldog. Torez just planted Glory. Torez goes up top. Love Drop. Torez with the cover. 1....2.....3

Murdock: Torez keeps the title. He wins! He keeps the title. This was one hell of a match. Awesome, awesome, the only way to describe it. Masterson: WHOA! Someone just attacked Torez. It�s Blackjack! He just attacked Torez. Blackjack just did a frontface DDT on Torez. He has a mic.

Blackjack: Torez, I want a title shot at your pathetic ass. You don�t deserve the title, your not hardcore like I am, I was a HWF Champion. I am hardcore!

(Matt Vaughn walks out with a mic as Blackjack looks up. Vaughn speaks)

Matt Vaughn: How about this Blackjack. This week you will wreslte Kenny Kegs. If you win, you can have a title shot at Torez. If not, NO TITLE SHOT!

(Matt Vaughn walks back to the back as Blackjack seems satisfied. He leaves the ring as Torez picks himself up)

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Murdock: Well, it�s time for our main event...We go to Surfer Dude�s bar for this match

Brett Logan vs. Surfer Dude
Blazing Bar Room Brawl For CWF World Title

(The camera fades to Surfer Dude�s bar as they are ready for the match)

Spracher: Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, and children of all ages... it is time for the CWF Main Event of the Night. We are currently brining a rather large television set to the ring so that you may watch it on this TV, along with the CWF-Tron. This is called a "Blazin' Bar Room Bar". Our camera's will now take you outside Johnny "Surfer Dude" Shades bar.

(Camera fades in outside the bar. Surfer Dude is wearing a pair of khaki pants and a Hawaiian shirt. Brett Logan is wearing black jeans and a black shirt. Both men stare at each other for a minute until the Jordan Jones signals for the match to begin)

Matt: Surfer Dude starts off here as he quickly grabs a rock off the floor and tries to throw it at Logan! But Logan smoothly eludes contact with slick side step! Eric: Brilliant move by Logan! Now he's charging the DTA member and takes him down with a double leg take down! Surfer Dude's head snapped back and crashed against the ground!

Vanessa: This Championship bout is so anticipated, so hyped up, so....BORING. And you know, you and your HORRIBLE announcing aren't helping things any.

Matt: ( ignoring his broadcast partner ) Logan is now on top of Surfer Dude punching and punching on a helpless Dude. Logan is like a beast possessed.

Eric: I'd say that is an relatively accurate call Matt, Logan does not want to lose the CWF World Title, not after all the hard work he's put in to get it. Matt: Agreed, even with mono, Brett still fights in grueling match ups like this. The old guard of such great champions as Dead Drunk Dan, Murder One, Alexander Hart, Livewire Ken Sparks and Minister Massacre has passed. All men great champions in their own right.

Eric: Yes, and allow me to finish you're thought, the new guard of hungry and cocky wrestlers like Logan and Da Man 2000, and Michael Torez now rule the CWF, although The Assassin is still under contract to CWF, as we saw him here earlier tonight, what an impact he made!

Vanessa: Logan is done punching Surfer Dork and now poses for the crowd, spare me you're ugly grotesque body Logan, please.

Matt: Wait a minute, Surfer Dude is getting up and he clips Logan in the leg from behind, Logan goes down faster then Monica did on Clinton. Did I say that?

Eric: I believe you did. Surfer Dude kicks Logan while he's down, I'm sure Logan would do the same if the situation was reversed. Logan clutching his knee in pain... Surfer Dude executes another ( sarcastically ) "technical master piece" with his another vicious kick to Logan's head.

Matt: Surfer Dude now relents his little kickball game scoops up Logan... *SLAP*

Vanessa: Ouch. That'll leave a boo-boo.

Matt: Logan's anatomy was just physically thrown down hard toward0s the cold hard concrete! You could here his body slap upon impact on that one.

Eric: Logan's stirring, he's got some guts, Surfer Dude leans over and grabs a handful of hair--AND LOGAN WITH A SMOOTH LEG SWEEP TAKES SURFER DUDE DOWN! Whoa, these guys are really taking each other apart here. Wonder which one is gonna get up first.

Matt: I'm not sure Eric, both men are slowly getting up. That concrete is unforgiving.

Eric: Already in the beginning minutes of this match, we can tell--it's a brutal one. I can only imagine how far each of these guys will go to win.

Matt: I don't want to think about that, knowing how intense each of these guys are. I shutter to think at what could happen. Both men rather slowly dragging their beaten and battered bodies upright...

Eric: Now the reigning Champion Logan is up and he headbutts Surfer Dude. Surfer Dude leans backwards upon impact and then he headbutts Logan. Logan mimics the very same motion as he leans back... but then he delievers and second headbutt to Surfer Dude, the Dude staggers back, will he deliver a headbutt?

Matt: He falls to the ground, Logan walks over to him, whoa! The Dude rammed his head into Logan's crotch, a true headbutt!! Logan falls to the ground in pain. Surfer Dude jumps all over him like a faster than Clinton on an intern! Oh my god, he's choking the Champion out!

Eric: Good night! The Dude forces Logan on his back and now gets on top of him and continues to choke him, but it's legal!

Vanessa: Hold up here guys, Logan the resilient champion reaching up gasping for air as he's wrapped his hands around the Dude! They're choking each other out!

Matt: Wait a sec, now Logan getting leverage as he's powering Surfer Dude off him!

Eric: Incredible show of strength by Logan. Now Logan is actually over powering Dude and getting to his feet! Both men are upright!

Vanessa: You noticed that too...

Matt: He didn't mean *that*. Sheesh, women.

Eric: Surfer Dude and Logan are to their feet, their hands both clasped firmly to each others throat! Neither one is giving an inch as both of their faces turn red from lack of oxygen!

Matt: Now Surfer Dude puts an end to all of that as he drives a knee to the gut of Logan, the Champion doubles over clutches his stomach in agony. Surfer Dude still struggling to get air after being choked out stands and then suddenly viciously drops Brett Logan with a harsh DDT!

Eric: Both men on the concrete, Logan's face planted rather harshly by the challenger. But, The Dude can't capitalize as he's spent after being choked out. Logan is barely stirring, this could be it for the champ!

Matt: This could very well be Surfer Dude's time hold the big gold here in CWF again. Now Surfer Dude pulls himself together and raises to his feet. Logan now getting up is halfway up-- only on his hands and knees. Logan grasps the waist of Dude's tights, and pulls himself to his knees, he lines him up, and drills him with a right hand to the gut.

Eric: But the challenger refuses to relent! He retaliates with a right hand of his own. Logan falls backward.

Vanessa: Logan now is crawling to the metal barricade where the fans are behind. Surfer Dude is smiling as he senses victory. Surfer Dude gives chase... Brett crawls to the barrier. He pulls himself up to his feet... he groggily turns around... Surfer Dude charges ahead full of steam!

CROWD: "OHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Matt: Surfer Dude goes into the crowd courtesy of a Brett Logan backbody drop! Whenever you count this guy out he ALWAYS comes through and fights back.

Eric: He may not be liked around here... but he's respected. He's the best in the CWF and this is becoming painfully obvious to Surfer Dude, the challenger. Now the fans now engulf around Surfer Dude and pat him on the back as he tries to get to his feet. Logan now stumbles back as he's endured a beating here... he can barely walk!

Vanessa: Surfer Dude is standing and balancing on the barrier! Oh no, he wouldn't!

Matt: He did! Forget about it! Logan's gotta be dead!

Eric: What a move! Surfer Dude just MISSLE DROPKICkED THE CHAMPION FROM OFF THE RAILING! Surfer Dude connected to the back of a stumbling Logan. Brett now face first on the concrete not moving and his eyes shut.

Vanessa: Surfer Dude, on the other hand is getting a second wind has the crawls over to the Champion, pulls him over, and just rests his arm over the limp body of Logan. 1... 2... 3...

Matt: He got him! New Champion!

Eric: Uhm, I don't hear any ring bell.

Matt: We're outside dofus. Vanessa: No, no! Logan barely raised his shoulder just at the last possible MILLI-SECOND!

Eric: Jeez, the guys are killing each other. I would just lied down and gave up already.

Vanessa: That's why your over paid butt is here and they're out there!

Matt: Surfer Dude slaps his hand against the concrete in frustration. He thought he had him there. Hell, it fooled us up here too.

Vanessa: Don't try to drag me down with you, I knew! Ugh, men.

Eric: Surfer Dude now grabs and handful of hair and drags Logan up to his feet. That oughta hurt. Someone is gonna be joining the "Hair Club for Men" when this is over.

Matt: Surfer Dude now goes to irish whip the champion into the guardrail...

Eric: REVERSAL! *CRASH*

Vanessa: Logan out of *NOWHERE* JUST REVERSE SURFER DUDE'S ATTEMPT TO WHIP HIM INTO THE GUARDRAIL! NOW SURFER DUDE EATS THE STEEL!

Matt: The guardrail shakes upon the impact as the steel meets Surfer Dude body. Surfer Dude hung up on the guardrail. Logan charges...

Eric: And NAILS the dazed Dude with a lariat that sends him--once again, over the guardrail.

Matt: This time no chances taken by the Champ as Logan follows the Dude in the sea of fans who are hootin' and hollerin' for this GREAT CWF action.

Vanessa: That was a shameless plug.

Eric: Logan climbs over the guardrail as Surfer Dude is now getting to his feet. DUDE MEETS HIM WITH A RIGHT HAND!

Vanessa: LOGAN RETALIATES WITH A RIGHT OF HIS OWN.

Matt: DUDE NAILS HIM WITH ANOTHER RIGHT... THEN A LEFT, LOGAN CATCHES DUDE WITH A LEFT HOOK!

Eric: They're trading punches here, my god, look at em' good! Eat your heart out Mike Tyson!

Vanessa: Surfer Dude gains the advantage in this fist fight as he backs Logan up to the guardrail with an assortment of right and left hands.

Matt: Dude cocks, locks, and UNLOADS A HUGE RIGHT ON LOGAN THAT SENDS THE CHAMP *OVER* THE RAIL!

Eric: The impact sent the champ doing a back flip, but amazingly enough Logan lands on his feet as he stumbles backwards.

Matt: Surfer Dude heading back up to the top of the railing... he's up, trying to balance himself... *CRASH*

Eric: Don't expect any little Surfer Dude's runnin' around here.

Matt: Ouch, Surfer Dude unmentionables just got introduced to the steel. Surfer Dude sits there sitting, leg on each side of the guardrail. Surfer Dude expression contorted to one of utter agony. Logan just dropkicked the guardrail shaking and Surfer Dude lost his balance.

Vanessa: Logan stretches and pulls Surfer Dude down by his head. Surfer Dude down on his knees now, still not recovered from that last, uhm, *mishap*.

Eric: Logan is now leading the challenger over to the Bar itself. Logan takes Surfer Dudes head and drives it into the face structure of that table. Surfer Dude stay idle, the upper portion of his body hung up on the bar. Logan hops over the bar and goes behind it. He bends down and his digging down there for something.

Matt: He emerges with a steel chair. Lights out for Surfer Dude here.

Vanessa: What's that he's got in his hand? That looks like some mighty strong rum!

Eric: I knew Brett like a little drink now and then but in the middle of the match! This is outrageous! Matt: Wait a sec, he's pouring it over chair... what the hell is he doing? What *else* does he have... in his left hand...

Eric: Hey! That's *matches*! He just lit the match! Logan lit the match! I hope he's not going to do what I think he's going to do!

Vanessa: He flicks the match on the chair and in erupts in flames!

Matt: He raises that chair high above his head. Surfer Dude still seemingly out cold... he swings! *BANG*

Vanessa: THE DUDE ROLLED OUTTA THE WAY! IT HIT THE BAR COUNTER!

Eric: Logan now in pursuit as he hops over the table, that flaming chair in hand. Lucky he only lit the top portion of that chair or else his hands would be burnt to a crisp!

Matt: A swing... and a MISS! Dude rolls out of harms way that the chair clangs against the concrete.

Eric: The Dude on the defensive... do you see the look in his eyes?!

Vanessa: It sure as hell isn't fear! He's smiling, the sick bastard!

Eric: What is he doing? Wait, he's charging Logan while Logan has that chair. LOGAN WITH A DROP TOE HOLD! *CLANK*

Matt: Surfer Dude's head slammed into that stool behind LOGAN! He dropped Dude's head on that stool! Dude's not moving, his body in a vertical position as his hung up on that stool... Logan cocks, locks, and UNLOADS WITH THAT FLAMING CHAIR TO DUDE'S RIBS!

Vanessa: They gotta be broken after that one! They're KILLING EACH OTHER!

Eric: All for good reason, the CWF Title is on the line boys and girls.

Matt: Surfer Dude's limp body crumbles upon impact as he slumps to the cold concrete unmoving.

Vanessa: Logan tosses the chair aside and this time reaches over the counter and is searching for something...

Eric: MY GOD... BEHIND HIM SURFER DUDE ACTUALLY GOT UP! THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE!

Vanessa: My, my, he looks pissed.

Matt: Oh no... Logan leans up with a pool stick in hand, he turns around and swings!

Eric: The Dude CAUGHT IT!

Vanessa: He's just ripped the pool stick out of Logan's grasps!

Matt: ( hollering loudly ) Batters up! *CRACK*

Vanessa: THIS COULD BE THE END, SURFER DUDE JUST *NAILED* LOGAN WITH THE POOL STICK RIGHT OVER THE NOGGIN!!

Eric: THE CHAMP'S NOT DONE, HE STAGGERING BACK... HE REFUSES TO GO DOWN! *CRACK*

Matt: THE CHAMP JUST GOT CRACKED OVER THE HEAD AGAIN WITH THAT POOL STICK BY SURFER DUDE! HE'S DOWN ON ONE KNEE! LOGAN'S A *BEAST* HE'S STILL NOT COMPLETELY DOWN!

Vanessa: DUDE WITH ANOTHER... *CRACK*

Eric: LOGAN *STILL* DOESN'T GO DOWN! HE'S STILL ON ONE KNEE!

Matt: Oh-oh, Surfer Dude going for another one, there's the swing... but LOGAN ACTUALLY CATCHES! He just RIPPED it out of Dude's hands just like Dude did to him...

Vanessa: Logan now cocks back and LETS GO A HARD SIDE SWING TO THE HEAD OF DUDE! DUDE *FLYS* BACK!

Eric: Logan than snaps the pool stick over his knee, and then collaspes upon the seat dazed. Logan took not one, not two, BUT THREE, count it, THREE SHOTS WITH THAT POOL STICK!

Matt: They're demons! Dude is out, Logan is out, and we're going to stay here the whole time to televise this match.

CROWD: "CWF, CWF, CWF, CWF, CWF, CWF!"

Eric: We've seen few pin fall attempts partly because they're so beaten they can't even make the cover!

Vanessa: They're Iron Men, this match his been on FOREVER!

Matt: Keep in mind viewers, win is by pinfall or submission ONLY. No ten counts or DQ, anything goes. And so far we've seen it all, flaming chairs, bodies flying everwhere, hard liquor, we've seen it all that there's still more to come. Both men beaten and battered, blood now dripping down Surfer Dude ear after that side shot with the pool stick.

Vanessa: Blood is soaked into the hair of the Champion as well with those over-head pool-stick shots.

Eric: Surfer Dude walks forward, Brett still slumped and dazed on the stool...

Matt: Surfer Dude coming in... and... "OOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Eric: DESPERATION MOVE! LOWBLOW!

Vanessa: Brett just swung his foot up there in protection from the uncoming Surfer Dude, and it caught him right there in his unmetionables!

Matt: Brett pulls himself up... bear hugs Dude who's hands are clutching you* know where*... Logan lifts... *CRASH*

Vanessa: HE BROKE THE COUNTER!

Eric: Guess no more Surfer Dude interviews here!

Matt: THE COUNTER GAVE WAY AND SHATTERED AS LOGAN FLIPPED DUDE OVER IN A *VICIOUS* BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX!

Eric: Logan through the wooden residue of the counter covers Surfer Dude... the ref who hasn't been doing much other than watching gets down to his knees with the cover...

Matt & Eric & Vanessa: ONE... TWO... THREE!

All annoucers together: LOGAN DID IT! HE RETAINS!

Matt: That *must* be the GREATEST CWF Match in HISTORY!

Eric: The ref raises Brett Logan's hand in victory as he's SQUEAKED out a win here against former World Champion in his own right, Surfer Dude.

Vanessa: Brett is walking out of the bar now. He�s at the door and he turns around looking at Surfer Dude. What�s Brett doing...

Matt: Brett is walking up to Surfer Dude. He�s asking if he�s gonna leave. Dude is shaking his head no. Brett smiles and MY GOD!!!!

Eric: Brett just put his hand out...Surfer Dude is just looking at him....YES!! Surfer Dude and Brett Logan shake hands! Brett is wishing him luck and now leaving.

(The camera moves to outside the bar where Brett Logan walks out. As he walks out, the building collapses. The fire fighters put out the fire and look for Surfer Dude but he is no where to be found)

Eric: Where is Surfer Dude!? He is nowhere to be found!

(the camera turns around as a black viper pulls up and parks outside of the burnt down bar)

Matt: Who is that?

(The Assassin steps out of the viper and Brett just eyes him as Asassin puts his hand out telling him to just stay where he is. Assassin speaks)

Assassin(With a smile): Logan, it's been awhile hasn't it? About a month to be exact...and no, I'm not out here to rain on your parade, OH NO!! I'm here to tell you that I am back, and the warning I give now, must not be taken lightly!! Logan, the belt that you hold so dear around your puny little waist can be taken in but a few short moments!! I will be the one that dethrowns you, NO ONE ELSE!! Logan, it's time everyone knows what you're truly like!! What I'm about to say may effect your popularity....maybe you just won't be as over as you used to be!! What I'm about to sa.....nevermind....what I was going to say is that Brett Logan....well, he refused to sign a match with the Assassin!!! (Laughing) You're....

(Brett throws a small brick at Assassin that barely misses. Assassin gets wide eyed as Brett speaks)

Brett Logan: You hold up right there. I refused nothing ya little bitch! I simply thought there were other guys who deserved it more then you, Mr. I lose and don�t come back for a month. Id be glad to wrestle your pathetic ass!

Assassin: What ever! Your a pathetic little man who doesn't deserve what he has now!! You ducked me, Logan....and all the Logamaniac's in the crowd can cry out their tears...cry your tears, Logan!! All those years of looking up to you, soiled by your weaknesses!! For you know, as well as I that I can beat you, Logan!! It comes as no surprise that you don't want to fight me again, Logan. I've never questioned your intelligence...but not signing a fight with me, well, that's probably the worst mistake you could have ever made!!

Brett Logan: Oh, you think Im scared, how bout this then. Brett Logan vs The Assassin. At Reigning blood. You want your f*cking rematch, well I will give you your rematch.

Assassin: Sounds great Logan, I'm through with all this bullshit and politics, I wash my hands!! It's time that you and I get it on, PPV time, I will destroy you Brett, no questions asked!

Brett Logan: Deal! But lets add some fun to this. Main Event of course, but guess what else. This won�t be a regular match. OH NO! Can you say....FIRST BLOOD!! That�s right, you heard me. The first man to draw blood, wins!!!! I can promise you, you will not beat me, I will beat you, AGAIN!!!

(The Assassin goes to get in his car, but Brett runs and slides across his car and lands on assassin. Brett starts to punch him but Assassin gets up and nails him)

Eric: LOOK! Assassin and Brett going at it! Assassin has Brett by the neck and he puts him on his shoulder. Asssassin is walking over to another car. That�s Brett�s Car!!!

Matt: Brett trying to fight back, blows to the stomach. Brett doges a punch and YES! Brett has the Assassination on the Assassin. He�s doing it again!

Vanessa: NO! Assassin just through him over his shoulder and Brett landed on his car. Assassin now standing on Brett�s car. What�s he doing?

Eric: Assassin has Brett under his legs. NO! He can�t do this!

(Assassin lifts brett up and hold shim there for a second. He then Powerbombs Brett onto his car, causing his back to hit and shatter the glass of the front window)

Matt: OH MY GOD!!!!!!!! Assassin Powerbombed Brett into his own Car. Brett is out cold! Assassin just spit on Brett and he�s heading to his car. Assassin is leaving him him. What a night, folks, were out of time!


Special Thanks To: The Handlers of Kenny Fisher and Michael Torez for writing matches.

Mad Props To: The Handlers of Brett Logan for doing the card while he was sick and Lucifer Crowley for staying up til 12 to put colors in and shit. Thanks guys!