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We are standing outside the HIW Pepsi Center waiting for the arrival of Logan. Wait, we have spotted a limo. A limo pulls up infront of the building as interviewers and reporters rush to the limo. They wait at the back of the limo when the door opens. Pictures flash, and out comes Logan! He stands up closeing the door. And the questions begin rolling.

Logan-

Yeah, yeah. Get the fuck outta my face.

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Logan ignores the people and simply walks right through them stepping in front of the main doors of the Pepsi Center in CO, Logan opens up the doors walking in. Moments later we find him walking backstage in the halls of the Pepsi Center. He finally makes it to a door that reads the words Butch on it. He opens the door, its pitch black inside, he steps in closes the door gos to reach for the light switch intill....BLAM! He gets knocked over the head with something, scene shows the door open and Logan stumble out bleeding from the head, he then falls to the ground in the hall way being knocked out. And out steps from the locker room....THE THREE FAKE BRAD DADDYS! They got payback for what Logan did to them eairler. Two of them grab him by both arms dragging him, the drag him down a few halls which leaves trails of blood, finally. They make it to the black curtain. Brad Daddys music hits and out comes the three fake Brad Daddys with two fake Brad Daddys dragging Logan. They drag him all the way down the ramp as the crowd cheers, they then slide him into the ring as his eyes are closed, the fake Brad Daddys get in the ring as their music cuts. Fake Brad Daddy #3 pulls a mic out from his pocket.

Fake Brad Daddy #3-

Logan got wat that muath fucker were waiting fo!

Fake Brad Daddy #2 speaks into the mic-

As da bitach Logan would say, AN ASS WHOOPIN OF A LIFE TIME!

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What the hell? "Sickness" by Disturbed plays throughout the arena. WHAT THE HELL! OUT RUNS FIVE FAKE LOGANS! They have reunited with Logan again! They all slide into the ring and the fake Brad Daddys and Fake Logans go at it, since its five on three the fake Logans clear the ring. Now it seems Logan is stumbleing up, Logan turns around and what the hell! A fake Logan gives Logan the connecter! The connecter! The Connecter on Logan! "Sickness" by Disturbed plays throughout the arena, who could this be? Its BRITTNEY! SHES COME TO SAVE THE DAY! She runs down the ramp and slides into the ring, what? what the hell. Shes telling the fake Logans to pick up Logan, they do and Brittney slaps the hell out of Logan, blood comes out of Logans mouth as he falls to the ground. The fake Logans and Brittney all raise their arms in the air, could this be a alliance? "Sickness" by Disturbed plays throughout the arena as Logan lays laid out in the ring, all the fake Logans and Brittney get out of the ring and walk up the ramp leaveing the arena.

Moments later...

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Moments have passed by and Logan is finally makeing it to his feet. He takes his hand and feels his head and sees some blood on his hand. He stumbles around the ring and what the hell! Hes signaling for a mic. No matter what you do Logan will never stop talking his trash! I can't believe it, a referee from outside the ring that will be refing matches this sunday throws Logan a mic, Logan catches the mic and stumbles around the ring as the crowd boos.

Logan-

Where yall at now? Huh? Now that im back up I don't see noone out here, yall scared? Well I got a few things to say, first off. Red Dawg this is what I got to say about you.

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Logan sticks up his middle finger.

Logan-

And Nomad, I'll take you up on that match and your HIW title will be on the line! If its now, theirs going be hell to pay. Now....Big Poppa, if you don't win this sunday im going whoop your ass! And you can believe me when I say that. Now, you three fake basterds and you five fake basterds....and Brittney. This sunday, one way or another im going get pay back and its going be bad. But I see now truely now, that them fake basterds have to turn out the lights to do the job. I just want to know what Brad Daddy is going say about all of this, but it don't matter to me rather them son of a bitches are in the back cheering or not. Yeah, they may have won the battle but they may have not won the war, and if anybody in this arena has a problem with anything im saying then I will get out of this ring and whoop each and every single one of your asses! Because I am the face of treachery, I am the most danerous man ever to compete in this HIW ring! But the thing that bothers yall is that, each and everyone of yall know that! I am the man that defines the HIW each day, I am the reason HIW is running. I am a connecting machine that is going whoop each and everyone of those who compose me! I am the true factor of the HIW, I should be the High Impact Wrestling champion right now! This belt should be around this waist right now! So Nomad, you can do this the hard way or you can do this the easy way. The hard way is, we wait till we have our match, I whoop your ass and become HIW champion. Now, the easy way is...you give me the HIW title! Its your choice...I hope you make the right decision. But all that talk about Nomad can wait. I came out....well I dragged out here to talk about the number one son of a bitch that his the chance at becoming the HIW champion, thats right. Red Dawg, the number one contender...how'd who do it? I don't know. Why is he the number one contender? Beats me, well me and him are the only ones on the HIW title ranking list, so. I want to make something perfectly clear with Red Dawg, since the president...Big Poppa said If I beat Red Dawg contender ship wouldn't change. So im asking Red Dawg, no im makeing a deal with Red Dawg, if you put your contender ship on the line then....maybe....just maybe I'd let you have your rematch, anyday...any time. But why im makeing these stipulations is because I know, I know that one on one...me and Red Dawg...I can whip his candy ass. And especially else, the simple fact burns Red Dawg...it burns a hole through him deep down inside, that he knows...one on one in the ring with Butch...he knows damn well he can't beat Butch! And im sure each and everyone of you other basterds know it too! And yall actually know this too...that rather you like it or not...HATE IT OR NOT...enjoy it or not...I will do...watcha gotta do...to get to the top!

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"Sickness" by Disturbed plays throughout the arena. Logan tosses the mic into the crowd then holds his head. Logan walks over to the turn buckle holding his head, he leans on the turn buckle. He stops holding his head then climbs up the turnbuckle. He looks around at the crowd for awhile as they loudly boo Logan, Logan angrily talks trash to them. He slowly raises his arms in the air as the crowd even heavily boos louder. This has to be the biggest and loudest boos in wrestling history. Logan continues raiseing his arms in the air talking trash. His arms slowly go down with more booing, is he going stand on this damn turnbuckle all day is what most of the crowd is thinking. Logan then puts his hands on the turnbuckle and hops down. He slowly paces around the ring then stops in the middle of the ring. His arms once again slowly raise up into the air as the crowd begin a chant. "LOGAN SUCKS!" sings throughout the arena. Logans arms go down then he leaves the ring by going through the middle rope. He walks up the ramp talking trash as they continuos boos go through out the arena. 'They going wear out the word boo?' Logan thinks. He then slowly walks up the ramp as if he is going take all day, Logan doesn't care what anyone thinks. He spits blood at the crowd, he then finally makes it to the top ramp the exits the arena going behind the black curtain.