((Scene opens up in Logan's locker room. We hear a shower cut off, a door opens up and Logan walks out with a towel on around his waist. He gos into another room, moments later the door opens and Logan steps out wearing a black tank top that reads in red letters, "SHUT UP!", and short blue jeans. Logan sits in a chair putting some socks on, after that he slips some boots on lacing them up. He then falls to the ground doing push ups, he does about twenty then gets up leaving the locker room. The scene gos to Logan walking down the hall as we hear crowds in the arena screaming. Logan continues to walk down this hall intill he reaches the end of it stopping in front of a spring water vending machine. Logan slips a dollar in pushing a botton, a spring water bottle comes out and Logan reaches down grabbing it. He twists the bottle open drinking the water then twists the cap back on. Logan walks down the hall a little more intill he stops infront of someone's locker room. Logan takes a red marker out writing on the front of the door, "Good luck, be careful!". We go to see who's locker room door it is and its Skye Jameson's. Mr. Hips walks out a door nearby Skyes, Mr. Hips then looks at Logan speaking.))

Mr. Hips: Hey, important match tomorrow.

((Logan turns around and Mr. Hips backs up a bit.))

Mr. Hips: Look..Logan..im..

((Logan smiles.))

Logan: What's up Mr. Hips?

((Mr. Hips doesn't answer.))

Logan: Im not going say shut..up. So whats up Mr. Hips?

Mr. Hips: ....nothin much, how bout you?

Logan: I feel great.

Mr. Hips: Why in such a good mood?

((Logan walks over to Mr. Hip's.))

Logan: Last night..the jumbo hotdog face of treachery lead with a force so hard...the girl...wouldnt..SHUT UP!

Mr. Hips: Oh, who was it?

Logan: Serect. But this sunday, you will find out exactly who im talking about.

Mr. Hips: Well come you can't tell me now?

Logan: Because then...it wouldnt be a serect..

((Logan smiles patting Mr. Hips on the shoulder.))

Logan: Jackass!

Mr. Hips: Oh, well..I had a jumbo hotdog last night at..

((Logan glares at Mr. Hips, Logan quickly removes his hand from his shoulder.))

Logan: .....that is pure disrespect and disgusting.

Mr. Hips: No..thats n-

Logan: You come to me, telling me what man stuck in you last night? You want to tell me about what you had, look...Mr. Hips..im not proud of you, but..I guarantee it wasn't the jumbo hotdog..it mightier been a cocktail winnie!

Mr. Hips: No..I like mine big..

Logan: ...what?

Mr. Hips: NO! I MEAN MY HOTDOGS!

Logan: Yeah I can understand that..now get the hell out of here.

((Mr. Hips walks off shaking his head.))

Logan: Jackasses these days...

((Logan continues walking down the hall till a janitor stops him.))

Janitor: Hey you know where Dark Pope's locker room is?

((Logan looks a little confused. He then points his hand back.))

Logan: Yeah, right over there. Well, why you need to go to Dark Pope's locker room?

Janitor: Well, lastnight..he got Vlad to whip him with a leather belt while he yelled..give it to me. You didn't hear it? So, a lot of blood on the floors?

((Logan claps his hands laughing.))

Logan: Hahahaha, your joking right?

Janitor: No...

((The janitor walks away. Logan looks down looking a little confused. Just then, a hand gos on Logan's shoulder, Logan looks over at the shoulder then his eyes meet Big Poppas eyes. Logan slowly takes Big Poppas hand off his shoulder, Logan then turns around.))

Logan: So was that true about Dark Pope and..

Big Poppa: Logan, its up to you. Believe the janitor or don't, its that simple.

Logan: So you don't know?

Big Poppa: N-

((Logan's hand gos up in the air, it looks like he's about to say shut up.))

Logan: Shu...yup.

Big Poppa: Okay Logan, well im busy. Your in charge tomorrow do don't screw things up.

((Big Poppa walks off as Logan puts a hand up waving and smiling.))

Logan: I won't...I won't.

((Big Poppa then stops turning to Logan.))

Big Poppa: Oh yeah, im going down next door to get a jumbo hotdog. Wanna join me?

((Logan looks a little disgusted, he then holds his stomach shaking his head.))

Logan: Nah, stomach hurts.

Big Poppa: Oh you don't know what your missing , them big old jumbo hotdogs..I can taste it right now going into my mouth. Well see you later, Logan.

Logan: Yeah, see you..later.

((Logan looks down.))

Logan: What is it with HIW staff members getting jumbo hotdogs. Well beats my me...er...beats me. I guess I'll go out to the ring and put a stop to these jumbo hotdog freaks. Actually, my stomach is starting to hurt now that you mention it.

((Lucy Lips walks up looking a little angry.))

Lucy Lips: Damnit Logan, you didnt come into my locker room and give me the jumbo hotdog face of treachery!

((Logan holds his stomach, he then turns throwing up on Lucy Lip's chest. He throws up on the ground a little, he spits a few times as Lucy Lips looks like she's about to go into shock. Logan wipes his mouth as his head slowly gos up.))

Logan: Shut up..

((Lucy Lips jaw drops as Logan walks past her. Logan reaches the end of the hall turning the corner bumping into Don West.))

Don West: Oh Hi Logan.

((Logan spits on his shoe.))

Logan: Hi...

((Don West looks down and Logan takes his finger hitting Don West's chin.))

Logan: Ohhh, look at that chin..it looks like a butt.

Don West: Logan, you shouldnt be talking about my chin at a time like this.

Logan: Yeah your right, we should talk about that pumpkin shaped head.

Don West: Logan, come on. Noones perfect...

Logan: Oh yeah, well I got the pefect..face..of..treachery!

Don West: Yeah..

Logan: Yes..

Don West: Yeah..

Logan: Yes..

Don West: Okay, yes. So what do you think about your match tomorrow?

Logan: Repeat that...

((Don West takes a deep breath.))

Don West: What..do you think about your match tomorrow?

Logan: Repeat that...with a sir.

Don West: Okay! What do you think about your match tomorrow, sir?

Logan: SHUT UP!

((Theres a moment of silence.))

Logan: What do I think about my match tomorrow? Well..why didn't you ask me?!

Don West: We-

Logan: SHUT UP! Shhh, this is my time to speak. So grab a bag of pop corn, pull up that steel chair that I will hit you with if you don't shut up, go buy a Pepsi and listen..shh..listen to the face of treachery speak! Shh, listen to the most dangerous man ever...ever..to compete in the HIW ring, shh..listen to the future Technical and Extreme Champion, shh..listen to the future HIW champion, shh...listen..to Logan! So what do I think about my match tomorrow? Well, I think it will be great. Scott F. is indeed a great wrestler...but is he Logan? Hell no! Will he ever be? Shut up! Hell no! I know everyone wants to be like me but...we can't change that simple fact now can we? Shut up! I said...we can't change that fact, and theirs another one that cant be changed. And that's whooping Scott's ass and going on to the main event to become the second ever double champ in HIW history! That may sound a little off, a may sound a little EL CHEAPO! It may sound a little par cheesi. But which is more better, is that I walk into the PPV...double champ, walk out. HIW champion and the first ever triple champ in HIW history. Now its no serect, I have worked my ass off more then anybody here in HIW. Hell, I work week in and week out and most people in HIW couldnt tell you that...most of the big names here in HIW cant tell you that. But I can, yes I, Logan, face of treachery, next heavy weight champion! Can tell you that, and as that little phrase gos..hard work pays off, and by damn..this Sunday. It will, no lie..im not going to go into that ring with out any doubts of losing. Because it could happen, just like when I went into the ring facing Scott Caustic..well, I had it won but Nomad came out with a steel chair. Now did I know that was going happen? Hell no or I woulda been more perpared..and that simply teaches the lesson to the face of treachery himself. This Sunday, tomorrow, anything...can happen. Mr. Rage could come back, Nomad could come back and get fired. First off, if I was Big Poppa..better yet, tomorrow im in charge of HIW. So Nomad, if your ass comes back tomorrow I'll fire you! Say something? You don't want to be fired! Shut up, lifes tough..deal with it. Just like when you lost the HIW title to that fool, poor excuse to be called HIW champ..Red Dawg..loser! It still ticks my clock, did that make sense? How about this, it still beats my..nevermind. It still makes me..LAUGH! Hey, thats it. Because we are really smart! Haha, Scott F. Scott Fucker. Whatever you liked to be called...get ready, for the HIW ass whooping of an HIW life time. Get ready, for this boot to go straight up your monkey ass, get ready..for hell. Get ready for a sucide as Big Poppa likes to call it, and no..its not a bunch of different kinds of soda mixed together...yeah, that was EL LAMEO! But Scott F, if your ready..then get ready. Once again that did not make sense but, how about this..."I WILL DO! WATCHA GOTTA DO TO GET TO THE TOP!"

((Logan glares at Don West then walks off.))