Post by Logan on Oct 19, 2009 0:35:51 GMT -5
Hypocritical Hypocrite
That snake fooled us once again! You can't deny that you weren't surprised. No signs lead to the betrayal, no motivation, nothing.. you were fooled, I was fooled. Speaking of which, was it in fact an act of betrayal? The transition was a shock, yes, however what did he betray? And why are we shocked? To properly answer this you have to go back to the beginning of the journey, before he earned something to ruin, before he was given the opportunity to drive a Connector deep into Outcast and leave our jaws hanging open. During the rebirth, May of 2003, the announcement of WCF's return went public. That same month, it traditionally reopened with it's extravaganza, it's War. We all expected him to return just as arrogant and cocky as he had left with the last closure, and.. he did. It only seemed natural to hear the raving lunatic flap his jaws in bursts of "SHUT UP!" and "Boudle!" in the midst of his first 2003 appearance, and.. he did. Week after week he disrespected fellow peers, made an ass of himself, and elaborately set traps for foes that were viewed meaningless to others and appeasing to only him. All ties to other members, any hopeful relationship he held with another always lead at an repetitive end result-- ruin. You couldn't trust this guy, he couldn't even trust himself. His paranoia and individuality blinded his next move, it gave off an impractical unpredictable aroma. This attitude and personality grew entertaining, becoming something different that people now expected and wanted. The reputation of that exciting persona grew, and so we acknowledged, and so we dubbed him like a deranged rotten knight-- The Face of Treachery. So, I ask, minutes after Outcast laid flat like a pancake and our beloved man of corruption raised hands with Seth Lerch on that night of September on School of Pain and swore allegiance to ToT, why aren't we not more in love with this man? Really, you're shocked? It's Logan.[/blockquote]
--Article by John Reever. 2003.
Hypocritical Hypocrite II
That snake fooled us once again! Sounds familiar doesn't it? It should. Our beloved beast, the Face of Treachery, awoken from a long beauty sleep to strike once again and he doesn't even realize it! It's about fuckin' time. Yes, Logan has forced himself into quite a little picnic (one without hotdogs) and not only has he bitten off too much he can chew, but, he shouldn't have taken a bite in the first place. Despite the recent changes in personality and odd random motivational drives, one thing remained consistent with Logan that introduced him as an evil snake all those years ago-- he's unpredictable. And that, to me, is simply fun. With that, I'm not suggesting or even hinting any of his actions that may or may not take place at Hellimination. This is just simply pointing out that whatever does in fact happen at the months last show; Logan is scheduled to face the ToT. What? It's unbelievable. It's just down right.. shocking. Not because there is actually another ToT, not because it's sole reason for creation was to benefit off mocking Logan, but because Logan himself has actually taken an interest in fighting these boudles (not a Logan fan, the phrase just gets my point across), did we expect him to? I suppose. Should he? Absolutely not. If it actually makes sense to him to stand against a mockery of his own past then he's fallen further from grace than earlier this year when he showed up with a pot belly full of hotdog's.[/blockquote]
--Article by John Reever. 2009.
To Whom It May Concern
A Way of Living
A Way of Living
John Reever arrived at the Verizon Wireless Center hours before Monday's event was set to take place. His media slash journalist pass gained him deep entry into the building. He'd need deep access to the halls of the Verizon if he wanted any hope in talking to the man he came to talk to. John casually found the doors to the room that temporally homed Logan, he wasn't stepping on any toes here, it's not like Reever had to knock out a janitor and steal his outfit to see him. This guy was an entertainer, not some huge politician or movie star. Regardless of the low difficulty, Reever was at Logan's Verizon doorstep, knocking. It wasn't long before the two were in the door way, face to face.
Logan: Yes?
The six foot fiver filled the door frame in length. John couldn't help but grin when he had to look up to meet eyes with him.
John Reever: You're a lot bigger in person.
A bit of uncomfortable staring occurred.
Logan: Did Seth send you?
John Reever: No..? What--
Grabbing Reever, Logan pulled him inside and closed the door shut. With his back turned to John, Logan stood in front of the door locking the handle and deadbolt. Reever nervously adjusted his shirt collar confirming to himself something was oddly strange with the man he came to speak with. With great suspicion in his eyes, Logan turned to address the stranger now locked in his room.
Logan: Okay, I didn't possibly think he'd be that conniving-- Doc Henry?
Shaking the nervousness and sitting back on a chair, John crossed a leg over the other and tried to play it cool.
John Reever: Maybe.
Immediately, Logan fell back against the locked door and gasped. Reever grinned, he appreciated the staged effort Logan was feeding him. Logan was known to play games with interview noobs or first time encounters with new journalist, however, because of the field of work Reever was in.. he knew this.
John Reever: M'hm. Before sending me over he strapped a bomb under my shirt.
Now knowing John Reever wasn't a push over, that he had actually done his homework, Logan grinned and marched over to Reever with his hand extended.
Logan: Welcome to the locker room of treachery, boudle.
Returning the grin, Reever shook Logan's hand, and soon Logan was seated a few homophobical feet beside him.
John Reever: Glad to be aboard, smells like shit.
Logan: Well, ever since Lerch took office in Torture's anus, I've been getting some quality locker rooms.
The two shared a chuckle.
John Reever: Speaking of anus, a few of these questions I've prepared to ask you very well may give you the runs.
Logan: Ah?
John Reever: Ah. Why do you have any interest whatsoever in fighting the ToT?
After the question, Reever is met with a long stare.
Logan: ...wow. Why'd I lock you in here?
John Reever: Heh.
Logan: ..uh.. well-- ya' know, I've got to defend my honor, my glory.
John Reever: Isn't that a contradiction considering the original ToT was birthed on just what the name implies, treachery?
Pausing a bit, Logan slowly nods.
Logan: Yes, it is a bit moronic to defend something that is now nothing but a mockery. However, realize this, I hate Torture.
Again, Logan nods.
John Reever: M'm.. eh--
Folding his hands together, Reever quits poking at the hot coals and moves on.
John Reever: Earlier this week your opponent for Slam mentioned that your world title material and that basically.. you don't really have any business holding the United States title.
Logan: Right. I'm currently holding a title I won back in the year of 2000, I agree, it's not exactly a huge step up from an accomplishment of nearly ten years ago. But, I take things week to week, and so does my United States championship.
Reever grins.
John Reever: Is that a prediction for Slam?
Logan: M'hm. I have nothing to bad to say about Doc Henry, and to be honest, it'll almost be sad to deprive the future of WCF by defeating him this Sunday. Let's just get something clear though, for me and for Doc. I'm not holding anyone down. If you want to be the guy who beats Logan, do it. If you want the United States title, take it.
John Reever: Great philosophy. I hate to cut this short but I've got about ten other people to visit on this hall alone.
Logan: Sure, have fun.
Getting up, Reeve walks over to the door unlocking it, before he can leave, Logan approaches him and hands him a set of ear plugs.
John Reever: What are these for?
Logan: For your ears. Some of these guys can be pretty boring.
They share a last laugh and Reever departs.