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The big MWF event was due to begin officially with a bell time of 7:00PM, but for those willing to arrive early, the Superscars and Banshees of the Monster Wrestling Federation were holding a 'Meet n' Greet' autograph session where fans could get autographs and have pictures taken with their favorite monsters of the wrestling world!

The front lobby of the Terrordome was jam packed with eager fans wanting to get up close and personal. Glen, Chase, Draconia and Manny were caught somewhere in the middle of the horde of monsters of all ages, shapes and sizes. Glen himself was jumping up and down, trying to see over the shoulders of a particularly tall and lanky ghoul (as in spirit, not ghoul as in female).

"I think I see Blob Van Dam!" Glen called out eagerly.

Draconia looked around as the masses seemed to press in even tighter against them and she shook her head and looked forlornly at Manny Taur.

"I don't think we're going to get anywhere near enough for me to get John Screama's autograph."

"Oh yeah?" Manny smirked and he turned and tapped Chase on the shoulder. "Chase! I see Sa-Boo!"

"Where!? Where!?" Chase whipped his head from left to right and charged forward...

And one could practically hear the sound of bowling pins as the path was cleared! Manny gave Draconia an impish smile and hld an arm out.

"After YoUU!"

"Wow! Can you believe it!? Ringside seats!"

Glen cooed as the four beasties weaved their way down the row of front row seats where they would be as close to the action as a fan could get! And to make things even better, Draconia's own seat appeared to be right where the monster wrestlers appeared down the aisle! What a treat!

Each of the bluddies in turn had spent a little time and a little money at the boovenir stands, buying a little something for themselves as a treat to remember such a fun filled evening! Chase got a Sa-boo tshirt and the superscar even autographed it for the star-struck centaur. Manny looked about ready to faint when Randy Goreton signed his action figure and posed for a picture. And Draconia got for herself a shirt bearing the likeness of John Screama staring into a mirror with the caption of "I Can't See Me!" over it.

And you know Glen! He couldn't help but add a little something to his own tab for his boofriend and two of his beasties of their favorites! Chase tried to deny his (centaur pride and all), Draconia happily accepted her's and Manny almost snatched his gift out of Glen's hands.

Taking time to get the mandatory snacks required for such a show, the four finally found their way to their seats and started to make themselves comfortable.

"Wow! Right behind Grim Ross and Jerry 'The Thing' Crawler!" Chase pumped a fist. "This totally rocks!"

Manny nudged Draconia and whispered, "Really pays to have an aunty in PR, huh?"

Glen was rifling through his mountain of goodies until he held some rolled up posterboard toward Chase.

"Can you hold these for me?"

"Sure, Glenster! How come?"

"I don't want to look like TOO much of a fan! Gotta be subtle!"

Draconia and Manny, hearing this, leaned over past Chase to look at Glen in his Yoshi Batsu tshirt, a Fangulous Boolah hat on his head, a Blob Van Dam hoodie slung over his shoulder, a program (one of which they each had), and a handful of MWF special DVDs.

A vendor walked past, calling out, "Get your Screa-M Punk teddy werebears!"

Chase and Manny were far too caught up, inspecting each others' boovenirs, but Draconia noticed the way Glen's eyes followed those MWF teddy werebears, and his bottom lip pouted outward.

Draconia covertly passed the now signed wereteddy over to Glen who beamed and silently gave her his thanks to which she would only gift him with a wink and a smile.

And at the introduction of Randy Goreton, Manny got so hexcited that when he jumped up, he sent Chase's scorn dog flying clear into the fifth row!

"Aw BUMMER!"

But like any good boofriend, Glen immediately made it his mission to attract the vendor's attention for a replacemnt snack for his manster!

The opening match of the MWF show was the traditional way to start the evening off and set the pace for the remainder of the show -- and Randy Goreton and Screa M. Punk were not disappointing as they had the fans on their feet, shouting their lungs out toward their favorite!

Manny was, of course, cheering the loudest for Goreton, while Draconia and Chase favored Screa M. Punk! Glen, who was hard pressed to find a grappler he didn't like (save for Hulk Boogan), was cheering equally for them both!

As the fans rallied in alternate cheers for the wrestlers, so did Glen along with them:

"LET'S GO GORETON! LET'S GO PUNK! LET'S GO GORETON! LET'S GO PUNK!"

After almost fifteen minutes of intense slams and crippling holds, Randy ducked a swing and came off the ropes at Screa M. for a....

"GORE!" Manny cheered!

(Well what else did you expect the finisher for randy Goreton to be called?)

Randy covered Screa M. Punk and the three count was inevitable -- as was Manny's bellowing cheer!

"Goreton won! EEEEE! I knew he could do it! YES! YES! YES!"

"Wrong monster wrestler Manny dude!"

"Huh? Oh, right!"

Coming up next were the Banshee grapplerettes! The seemingly timeless Fangulous Boolah defending her equally endless title against Michelle McGhoul!

Glen immediately perked up with even more interest as Draconia knew her beastie was a MAJOR Boolah fan!

It was what the head of the Monster Wrestling Federation, Grimce McMoan, liked to refer to as the Lethal Lottery - the luck of the draw! The light would flash over randomly and whomever it stopped upon, that was who was invited up into the ring for the house show dance contest!

The first time the light stopped flickering around the capacity crowd, it landed on a sultry looking werecat ghoul. There were whistles and werecat (ha!) calls as she made her way down toward the railing and the segrrity guard helped her over the railing. She climbed carefully up the ring steps and the referee held the ropes for her to enter as Summer Wraith gave her the ol' stink eye.

"Boo! Will you look at the way Summer's looking at that poor ghoul? Soooo jealous!"

"Cha! Totally!"

The lights then dimmed again and the spotlight searched again throughout the crowd for several seconds until... it stopped upon a military manster, a scarine! The crowd, including Glen, Draconia, Manny and Chase applauded with much enthusiasm for the manster in uniform as he climbed over the railing and entered the ring.

For the third straight time, the spotlight started to again sweep across the crowd when it slowed down and settled upon a little boo. The hexcited little goblin was lifted over the railing by segrrity and even Fangdango assisted him into the ring and he shyly joined the other two participants.

"Oh that settles it! He's gonna win!" Manny declared.

"What makes you say that?" Draconia asked with genuine curiosity.

But it was Glen who answered, "The kids always win these things. Its the cuteness factor I suppose."

"Too bad I didn't get picked!" Chase proclaimed. "I'm cute!"

Then the lights dimmed for the fourth and final time and the spotlight started to scan for the final participant!

"Just one more left!" Draconia fidgeted in her seat hexcitedly! "Ohhh I wonder who it'll be!?"

"Ha" Manny sat back in his chair with his arms folded. "I can't wait to see what LOSER goes up there and does all those sissy dance moooooves!"

And the spotlight stops on....

Manny's eyes open wide.

"uh oh..."

Fangdango strutted back and forth, Summer Wraith on his muscled arm, looking over the lined up countestants with a sneer. He glanced at Summer and laughed, "This will be no problem what so ever!"

To which Wraith only giggled and shook her had.

"FANGDANGO HAS HOWLITOSIS!!!" Chase's shout, magnified by Glen's wand, reduced many around him to tears from laughing so hard - Glen and Draconia included! The monster grappler turned toward that side of the arena and growled, but turned back to the dance contestants.

"As a matter of fact..." Fangdango continued. "You people out there do not even deserve to witness my brilliance yet again! I already graced you with the perfection of the Fangdango, so we'll let these poor souls follow in my clawprints, and we'll just let you all be wise enough, for once, to shower the winner with cheers."

"Aw c'mon Drakie! Just one little hex to tie his boo laces together!"

"For the last time, NO, Glen! .... Maybe after the contest when he's leaving the ring."

"Ooo! Wicked!"

"Ha! He said Wicked!"

Fangdango's music then started to play and the dance contest started!

The sultry werecat vixen was up first, and she danced much like one might expect a person with a rather uncomfortable itch that can't be reached might dance. Of course, she thought it was sexy -- and given she was a HAWT werecat, so did the vast majority of the mansters in the crowd who hooted and whistled for her performance.

"I didn't know ghouls still danced with their claws above their heads like that."

Glen held up his wand and a cloud in the shape of a "4" poofed above his and his friend's seats.

The little boo goblin was second and as Fangdango's tune played, the little tyke started dancing as best he could, as fast as he could, and much to the boos's predictions, the crowd was solidly behind the child. His performance came to an end and there was much fanscare behind him with cheers and applause.

Draconia leaned over to whisper in Glen's ear and he smiled and raised his wand and a "8" appeared in a poof of green smoke.

Up next was the Scarine, a handsome manster in his uniform. The music started again and he started to dance and admittedly was quite impressive with his moves. Much better than the werecat and the crowd cheered for him heartily.

Glen held up his wand again and a "9" appeared. Chase frowned and looked at him and Glen smiled and the "9" turned upside down into a "6" and Chase nodded, satisfied.

"Ooh! It's Manny's turn!" Draconia practically squealed. "Go Manny!"

"Manny! Manny!" Chase started chanting!

Glen joined in, "Manny! Manny!"

"Manny! Manny!"

At long last, grimtermission was over and the show was set to continue. After a brief hexit from their seats to replenish their snack supply, Glen, Draconia, Manny and Chase returned to their seats with arms loaded with goodies and boovenirs, all set for the final three matches!

Currently, the four fiends were engrossed in a grimternational match as Yoshi Batsu was doing battle with Syn Scara. Then there'd be the MWF tag title match, followed up by the main event for the MWF World Championship!

Glen and Draconia were firmly in favor of Yoshi Batsu for this match, while Chase and Manny favored Scara. As Yoshi trapped Scara in a Kraken submission hold, Glen took the time to subtly pass Draconia a note. 'Drakie' slipped the note open and it read,

"Think we should let Manny know this is a TV taping and his John Revolta impression is gonna be seen by EVERYBLUDDY?"

Referee Grrl Deadner held the MWF championship belt up high in the air and the crowd cheered as the bell rang and the match for the Monster world title was immediately underway.

Randy Goreton was a cold and calculating minotaur, hence why he was the champion and had been for nigh on a year, one of the Federation's longest title reigns in modern times.

On the opposite side, BVD showed why he was indeed 'Monster Saturday Fright' as unlike many 'blob' monsters, he was quick on his feet and a slick manster to deal with (though blob monsters were generally ALL slick).

BVD picked up he tempo of the match and controlled it initially from the start, as each time Goreton tried to get hold of him, his claws seemed to either get stuck in Blob's mass, or passed right through like claws through a bowl of Hell-O. BVD could then turn his gelatinous mass solid for an effective grappling position.

After yet another near fall, Glen was almost apocalyptic in his cheering above all the others, standing astride Chase's flank and shouting and waving hi arms fanatically, (throwing popscorn everywhere in the process).

"Slow count! Slow count! BVD had him!"

Of course, this was only temporary as Goreton bided his time and waited for his challenger to make one mistake, and BVD made it when he went to sail over the top rope and Goreton moved and BVD splattered himself (literally!) on the ringside floor!

"Groooosss!" Manny moaned as he and others in front row wiped themselves clean as BVD pulled himself back together where the champion took over on him.

Goreton slowly took BVD apart, with crippling holds and debilitating maneuvers against the Blob challenger to his title. The match indeed went well past the Glen and Manny bet five minutes, and was reaching fifteen when the referee, of course, got knocked down!

"Who didn't see THAT coming?" Draconia rolled her eyes.

Goreton rolled out of the ring and grabbed his title belt and rolled back in, planning to use it against his challenger in order to retain his championship.

"Boo! Boo! Cheater!"

"GO GORETON!" Manny shouted and turned to Glen. "You are SO going to look good in my Goreton gear!"

Goreton waited for BVD to get up and he dashed toward him, swinging his belt, but Goreton splashed right through BVD and fell to the canvas on the other side of th challenger!

"HUH!?"

Goreton staggered to his feet and turned around, and Blob Van Dam jumped and kicked Goreton's own belt into his face, knocking the MWF champion out cold!

"Cheater!" Manny cried. "He cheated!"

BVD then oozed his way to the top of the corner and jumped off, landing with a loud splat right on top of Goreton via the Five Scar Splash!

"Bet's off! BET'S OFF!"

The referee came around and proceeded to count!

1!
2!
3!

"NOOOOO!!!" Manny fell to his knees, crying out in disbelief.

"YES!!!!" Glen hopped down from Chase and hugged first his boofriend, and then Draconia, as the crowd cheered BVD who was presented with the MWF World title belt in the ring!

It was a clear, cool night as Perry and Nathair headed toward the barkcade.
Perry had finally managed to contact his supposed BFF and Nathair, by way of apology for ignoring him for the past two weeks in favour of his new ghoul suggested a trip to the barkcade to just fang out.

“So.. “ Perry began. “You haven’t really told me much about this ghoul. Things going good?”

Nathair nodded. “Aye, better than good. She’s great. I know ye kinda haven’t really got tae know her. She’s a bit… flighty aroun’ bird monsters.”

“I’m not a bird monster.” Perry replied flatly.

“Aye, I KNOW tha’, but the wings an the talons… they dinnae help ye argument.”

Perry sighed. “So she’s scared of birds? Anything else I should know?”

“Nah. She’s great. She’ll get used tae ya. “ The naga waved a hand. “But enough abou’ tha… I haven’t had a proper chance tae find out how things are goin wit YOU. Vinnie forgave ye I see?”

“Yeah, least I think she has. Either that or she’s planning some elaborate and surprising revenge. “

Nathair laughed. “Ye dinnae really believe tha.”

“No, she doesn’t strike me as that patient. “ He snickered. “But nah, things are cool. She’s coming over for fangsgiving actually.”

“Really? Wow. Ye uh.. ye made it clear it’s nay a date right?”

“Don’t be a dope Nathair, she KNOWS I’m not into her. But she had no plans and it’ll be cool to have someone to talk to who isn’t my family.”

“Ye family isn’t tha’ bad.”

“Oh they are… they really are.”

“Ye’r too harsh on em you know. So have ye told ye mam?”

“Yeah, she was actually really hexcited about the idea.”

“Well ye do need more friends.”

“I have plenty of friends!”

Nathair paused and looked sceptically at Perry. “Really?”

“Ok fine, yes… I need more friends. Happy?”

Nathair snickered and put an arm around his friend. “I’ve missed yer grumps.”

“I’m not having a grump. Just.. eugh.. nevermind. How’s that play of yours?”

“Oh goin good. Frankly I’m jus’ pleased tae finally have the lead.”

“Aren’t you the only one who can hit those notes?”

Nathair beamed. “Ye DO pay attention! I knew ye loved me really!” He squeezed Perry a little harder, causing the Pertyon to push him away.

“get off me. YES I pay attention. I may not be a fan of musical theatre but you know... you’re my friend.”

“Tha’s sweet. Sickening… but sweet. Ye still aren’t gonna come see the performance though are ye?”

“I told you, I’d sooner chew my own foot off.”

“Aye, I remember. Ye never know, ye might enjoy it.”

“The foot chewing or the musical?”

“Take ye pick.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“Why thank ye.” Nathair bowed. “So, why was it so important tha we went out tonight an only tonight?”

“Fangsgiving remember? Mom has Ayla and I plucking turkeys for the rest of the week.”

“Ahh, I remember ye had tae do tha’ last year. Spent the whole time texting me ta complain.”

“Yeah well, as I recall you refused to come help me.”

“Aye, as I told ye then, I’d chew MY own foot off but as ye see, I dinnae have any.” He wriggled his tail.

Perry sighed. “I’ve tried to weasel my way out of it but Mom’s having none of it. I really can’t convince you to come help? “

Nathair considered the request. “Tell ye what… ye come see me play… and I’ll help ye pluck fangsgivin’ turkeys.”

Perry frowned, mulling over his options. He shook his head. “Fine, seems fair. “

“I dunno. I think I’m getting’ the raw deal meself.”

“How long is this play again?”

Nathair just smirked and slithered ahead, singing.

“You really are SO embarrassing, you realise this right?”

“Aye. Funny thing is, despite how often ye tell me this, you still fang out wit me.”

“Yeah…. I must be crazy.”

“Ye said it, nay me. Now hurry up, I wanna get a few games a Dance Dance Evilution in before a queue forms.”

“I still can’t work out how you manage to play that game when you haven’t got any feet”

“Ye’r just upset because I always beat ye.”

Perry hurried to catch up.

"Ayla demanded I bring her home the biggest, beastest toy they had. So i'm counting on you and your ticket winning prowess man."

Nathair grinned. "ye can count on me cappin. Now shake them tail feathers, we got plushies tae win!"

The pair high fived.

"Right, let's do this! Dance dance evilution, here we come!" Perry grinned. He really did love the barkcade. The bright lights, the sound of tacky electronic music and the jangle of coins, little werewolf cubs crying when you whooped em at the latest rail shooter. Ahh yes, the barkcade was a welcome escape from midterms and parent creature conferences.