The scene opens up, to Worley stepping out, holding the mic to her lips, the crowd was chanting, not loudly, but a little heavily, with the majority going all at once. She stood in silence for a little, as “The Outsider”, by A Perfect Circle, hits the P.A. system, and they pop, the whole arena almost to explode, with all of the cheers. She steps forward, wearing a small grin, as Shawn Taylor walks out from behind the curtain.

Worley: Now, approaching the ring, hailing from Oxford England, standing at six foot, and four inches, he is, SHAAWWWWN TAAAYYYLLLOORR!

The crowd pops even more, and about by this time, Taylor has made his way into the ring, and slowly brings his arms into the air, nodding his head. The fans loved him, and of course, it would be more than stupid for him not to know that. Some woman, sitting in the front row, screamed to him, and since she was almost the closest to him. He heard her first, and fast turned to her, looking at the expression on her face. She was jumping up and down, and wore a Shawn Taylor shirt, jacked, pants, and even a styrofoam finger, even along with the hat. Screaming, “We Love you Shawn.” He gave a slight nod, and shot his fingers at her. Giving a slight wink. She stumbled somewhat, and fell over into the crowd, as the music begun to fade.

Wells: Don’t you just love it when you’re favorite wrestler isn’t an ass, and would at least give you some form of expression. I mean hell, think about it Star. If it wasn’t for the crowd, these guys would be nothing. Hell, but I mean, they’d still be big strong bastards, but they wouldn’t be known, without the fans.

Star: True, that is what makes any kind of federation, or for that kind, sports over all, popular. Nothing would be good, if there weren’t fans. I mean, every wrestler has one. And everyone always wants their favorite to win.

The crowd grows silent once more, as Electioneering by Radiohead, hits the P.A system, and they once more erupt with the loud chorus of cheering, as the usual. Logan steps out from behind the curtains, and stands there for a minute, walking just a bit, so that he would stand at the front of the ramp, moving something from his pocket, a cig, he placed it between his lips, and brought a match to light it, watching as Worley also stepped up, Taylor not really paying him all that much attention.

Worley: Introducing next, from Seattle, standing at six foot and one inch, weighing in at two hundred, and thirty pounds. He is the leader of the faction, the “Illuminati” and the former Futures champion, this is, GGAABBBRRRIIIEEEL LOOOGGGAAAN!

Logan takes a long drag from the cig, and blows the smoke through his nostrils, allowing it to cascade around the nice light fixtures, he walks forward, and now makes his way down the ramp, taking his time. Taylor has turned his way from the attention, and now sees Logan walking down the ramp, wearing a paper grin, while Shawn Taylor wore that nice, and friendly, ‘You had not fuck with me,” Kind of look going on at the time. But when did he not? Shawn Taylor was a very big man, not only in height, but in the eye of this company.---Logan dropped the cig in front of the steps, and put it out, crushing the length of the cig with his foot, smashing it thoroughly, and steps up into the ring, getting in. Worley is already out, as the bell sounds. The music fading off well.

Wells: Gabe Logan, he’s a man you really can’t hate, but on the same time, you just love to hate him. But he’s quickly became the top man around these parts, making himself known early in the game. Let’s just say, if you’re in this federation, and you’ve never heard his name, or the Legendary Carlos Shotgun, then you shouldn’t be here.

Star: Exactly, but this looks like a good match. Two men who have made their own impact in this federation, in their own separate way. While Taylor, has been here, he has made his pact all over, and branded this place as his own. While Logan is the fresh man, lucky to be here for maybe four months, and already he’s done more than what most people have done, and that is sustain the Futures belt, simply skipping over the Xtreme, and going straight for the gold…But let’s get this match, underway!

Both men, are not really paying much attention to the match at hand, but apparently preparing. Taylor has gotten into his mode for stretching, while Logan has begun to remove his fine, silky like jacket, and set it into the corner, rolling his shoulders just abit, and tilts his neck, just so that it would crack. Shawn is ready, done with a lot, and stands there, watching the man aside from him. And jumps aside, just like an amateur wrestler would, shrugging his shoulders, making sure he was warmed up. On the other side of the ring, as the camera pans, Logan is sitting the jacket aside, and then looks over to Shawn. Both men, have so much respect for another, for who another are, they wait for attacking, but simply see until the other is ready. In less than a couple of seconds, both men are standing in a ready stance. Both step forward, until there are in the middle of the ring, staring another down. But it is Logan, who is the first to get into it, and give a slight punch into Taylor’s gut, sending him to only stumble with one foot, moving his arms around to maintain his weight, and about this time, Logan reaches out, and grabs the left, at the elbow, chopping down at it, and bends it. Placing Taylor fastly to his knees, grinding his own foot into the back of his leg.

Wells: Alright, now both men are ready, and come to the center of the ring. Logan has pull out a nice punch, landing it right into the gut of Taylor, and takes the hand, bending it, using it as a pressure point, and now holds it to himself, holding Taylor to the ground. Through what can be seen as a good amount of pain.

Logan holds the arm with good force, and chops the other side, sending it forward, and somewhat does a judo toss, slinging Taylor over his shoulder, landing him on his back. At this time, he plants and elbow into his neck, and makes a fast pin, only catching the one count, with a strong kick-out, sending Logan a little bit across the ring, as Shawn is already rushed to his feet, and grabs Logan before he could attempt to get up, and takes him into a head lock, slamming him into the mat, a buzzkiller, wrapping his legs around his body, pulling down on his lower half, while he pulled up on his head, causing a slight stretch on his torso, now Logan is calling out in a little pain, but has now begun to get to his knees, but still isn’t able to get up, Shawn pulling at him with a good force, holding him back, squeezing, but legs go, really seeing it go no where, but has already returned to his feet, bouncing off of the ropes, and comes back, Logan also back to his feet, a little wobbly, but from aside of that, fine. Taylor goes for a clothesline, but instead, Logan dunks under that arm, easily with his height, which was still only three inches, but that made it that much simpler, and in a match, all of the little things would pile up, and that is what made the win.---Logan went under the arm, and Taylor turned around, Gabe now going for the same maneuver, but the same evasion is made, and this time, when Shawn comes back, both men are running, not really thinking, and both men nail another with a line, putting them both down on the mat hard, with a good thud, and a shaking of the ring. The ref goes down, and starts the count.

Star: So far, so well, both men look like they are able to measure up to great standards, holding their own from each. But still, this match is still far from and end. Seeing who these two men are, could simply tell you, this match won’t be a fast one. Although, with power like that being tossed around, I can see it as a real possibility.

Wells: Exactly, strength and power will put a man down, and not what you think. Putting all your effort, and busting your ass like that, won’t always do for the best, but runs down the stamina easily, the man who comes out the winner, won’t be the one with the best skills, or not even perhaps the best strength, but the winner of this match will be the man who has trained the hardest, the man who possesses the most stamina.

Both men are not looking good, but by the time the count reaches seven, both men are up to their knees, Taylor showing the most haste, to regain all of his strength, now to his feet, whilst Logan is still trying to get up himself. Taylor walks over to Logan, and gives him a hard smack to the chest, and a quick kick, not to the groin, but right above, enough to scare a man to thinking so. And by the time he was able to really realize that was going on, Taylor was running against the ropes, and nails Logan with a one handed DDT, but the impact is hard, fast, and took a good amount of energy. Leaving Shawn breathing hard, when the pin was made.

Wells: And there is the first pin of the night, with such impact from that DDT we just seen there from Shawn Taylor, this thing could be over, as simple as that.

Logan kicks out, at an early two, jamming his shoulder up hard, putting himself on his stomach, almost making a pin on Taylor, or atleast looked like it. Another screen comes up, beside of the one that shown the match, that read, ‘Replay.’ On that replay, it shows the DDT, landing a hard impact, grinding his head into the mat with a hard slam, the hit almost looking like it would cave his skull in. The screen mainly looks apon this.

Wells: Damn, did you see the impact of that thing? When Taylor nailed it at that exact angle, running with that force, and adding his own touch to it, it would be enough to put a normal man down, but Logan is still up.

As these words are spoken, the main screen comes back. And about around this time, Taylor nails a hard kick, The Swift blade, witch took a lot of force, power, skill, and enough to see the man go down, putting both of the men on their asses, breathing hard. Shawn Taylor is fine, but Logan isn’t able to get back up. He has been KOed. The bell sounds, and Worley rushes over to the two men.

Worley: And winner of this match, due to KO, SHAAAWWWNNN TAAAYYYLLLLOR!