The jumbotron inside the arena flickers to life and feeds the audience backstage footage of Logan! The arena immediately blossoms with excited screams and cheers. Faithful WCF interviewer, Hank Brown, plants himself next to the side of a focused Face of Treachery.

Hank Brown: Logan.

A even huger pop explodes within the arena.

Hank Brown: ... tonight, you're going one on one with Do--

Logan: SHUT UP!

Quickly, Hank Brown quiets.

Logan: I think I know what's happening tonight, Hank. I knew that when I woke up this morning. I knew that when I arrived at the Ocho-Cinco arena!

Another quick pop from the crowd.

Logan: And I knew, that tonight, Doc Henry, within a steel cage - was going to get a collard green ass whooping! And, hey, don't you cheer babygurls...

The crowd cheers again despite Logan's disapproval.

Logan: SHUT UP! So, yes, Hank Brown'stain.. I am very aware of tonights match. And, Doc Henry, himself, is aware - he knows that tonight he's getting aticket. Oh, he knows, boudle, he knows that he's facing Mr. WCF, Mr. Five Time World Champion, Mr. ME!

With a focused glare, Logan turns his attention directly into the camera lens.

Logan: See you in Connector City, bitch.

The camera man follows Logan as he pushes past Hank Brown and marches down the hallway. It's just mere moments later that a door opens within the hallway, revealing Kaylyn James Evans - stopping Logan dead in his tracks. Her more than attractive presence forces Logan to stare her up and down with wide eyes.

Logan: BABY...

The gaze he has on Kaylyn briefly hesitating his words.

Logan: GURL... Whoa. When did the WCF start hiring hookers?

Kay was minding her own business... dressed in a pair of black jeans that hugged her curves and rested low around her waist, and a plain white short sleeved shirt tailored to her liking with it resting just inches below her assets, did not have her looking like a hooker. Her head snapped to turn and look in his direction with her hand quickly following suit and that open palm slapping right across his mouth.

Kaylyn: Who the fuck do you think you are looking and talking to? I am not a piece of meat.. I am more than a piece of trash hooker. Maybe if you would get off your pedal stool for a change, you might know exactly who the hell I am.

Kay rolled her eyes looking away from the trash that had just addressed her. Logan appears as if he has nearly gone in shock. A dead stare driven right into her eyes. His hand reaches up to his face, pressing onto the cheek she slapped, casually nursing his 'wound'.

Logan: Oh, I see. Someone wants a damn ticket, huh? SHUT UP! Connector City does not discriminate sex, you shit talking boudle.

Returning the favor, Logan turns Kaylyn's cheek with a stinging open hand slap. No sooner did her face turn did she start to laugh. Slowly she turned back to look up at him once more.

Kaylyn: You know Logan.. I really do wonder how you made it this far in the business.. because honestly.. you hit like a little pansy. How's about you get your big boy pants on before you try a stunt like that again.

Kay tilted her head.. expecting something else to come her way.

Logan: 'Cuse me? Yeah.. that's real cute. You and your hooker talk. Let me tell you something, boudle, maybe something that you have not heard before...

Trying to display some intimidation, Logan quickly flexes his chest muscles before continuing on.

Logan: .... SHUT UP!

Getting a little more personal, Logan gets closer, staring down at Kaylyn, just inches from her face. Logan's hand finds itself alongside her head, his fingers slipping into her hair and locking. He quietly whispers.

Logan: You have.. no idea.

As he stepped closer she raised a brow, her eyes looking and watching as his hand moved to her hair before his fingers came to lock onto those strands, all his intimidation got him, was a smirk coming from the lips of Evans.

Kaylyn: No... let me tell you something....

Kaylyn reached forward, which was not far to go seeing as he had moved right in front of her into her personal space, her hand locked on his manhood holding it tightly in her grasp, causing his fingers to loosen around her hair.

Kaylyn: You have fucked with the wrong Bitch Logan. Before you come at me again.. how about you grow a set.

Kay's smirk turned into an innocent looking smile before she pushed him back from her, via that hand that was holding that one part of his body he was probably wishing was free right about now. Getting his silent wish she released him before rolling her eyes at the sight and walking off. The wide eyed Logan quickly falls backwards and recoils against the hallway wall, staring in pure amazement and a sick admiring joy as she further vanishes down the hall. The camera begins to fade, with Logan holding his goods, and grinning into the direction that she left.