Post by logan on Feb 23, 2006 18:48:03 GMT -5
Voice: Dun-Na-Dun-Na BATMAN!
Logan: No Rage, it's T Man. Okay, let's do the intro over..
Logan, and Rage stare into the camera.
Logan, Rage: Dun-Na-Na-Dun-Na T MAN!
Rage: OWNED.
Logan: This outfit owns.
Logan is dressed up in a tea cup costume, with his head sticking out at the top.
Rage: What does T Man stand for anyway?
Logan: Treachery Man.
Rage: Cool, what am I again?
Logan: Uh, Rage.. that's why your in a fire cracker ball costume.
Rage wobbles around in the red fire ball costume.
Rage: So, am I like Robin?
Logan: No, your Red Hot Rage.
Rage: Now THAT is gold.
Logan wobbles over to Rage in his tea cup costume, whispering over to him.
Logan: Okay, we've went over this time, and time again. Now let's get into character.
Rage: Right, okay.
Logan spins around to the camera.
Logan: Red Hot Rage, look at the T.V !
Rage: Holy bronze nut crackers, T Man! It's Reckless Jack!
Logan: I wonder what he plans to do?
Rage: Take over WCF?
Logan gasps.
Logan: Hm, Red Hot Rage.. you could be right. If he would take the world title, that means..
Logan goes into deep thought.
Logan: Five plus two is seven, subtract six, you get one.. one.. one, the WCF PPV, PPV! Till Death Do Us Part, DEATH! The grim reaper, don't fear the reaper, blue oyster cult, BLUE... OH MY GOD!
Rage: Holy swinging bannas, what is it?
Logan: Blue as in, HEROIN!
Rage: Uh, what..
Logan: You know, that show Blue that kids watched, and the guy hosting it was doing heroin. All of my sources have came down to this, Reckless Jack is shooting up! A druggie villain champion!
The camera zooms in, and out on Logan's stunned face.
Rage: Jumping jack flip a sack!
Logan: What better see what he wants on the T.V.
The scene switches over to the promo being aired on the television, it clearly is NOT Reckless Jack. But Logan, dressed up as him.
Reckless Jack (Logan): Here I stand!
Reckless Jack hops around in crunches.
Reckless Jack (Logan): After the beating T.o.T did to me last week, I still come back to get my ass whooped yet once again.
Reckless Jack (Logan) starts stretching his back.
Reckless Jack (Logan): Bu--
Logan cuts off the T.V., and starts ripping the tea suit apart.
Rage: Holy goo goo genzo. What are you doing T Man?
Logan: Cut the shit, I''ve had enough of this dumb crap.
Rage: I was about to say something bu--
Logan: SHUT UP! Yeah, right. I'm losing it man.. the title is getting to me.
Logan finishes ripping out of the suit, and sits down on a couch. Rage looks on concerned, wobbling over in his red fire cracker suit sitting next to Logan.
Rage: What's wrong, Logan?
Logan: Well, people are saying that I'm getting dried up.
Rage: You?
Logan: Yeah. When I start to think about it, their right. I mean think man, I've been in this damn place as long as the doors are open, and since they've ever been opened. I've talked about anything you can talk about, and I've had enough of it. I've always been here for one reason, and one reason only.. to be the WCF champion. Over the last seven years I've whooped f'n boudle ass from one side to the other, and back. I'm tired of this shit. This Sunday it's the same as it's always been, throw two guys in the ring who have enough nuts to actually jump into the ring with me. Let's see what they got boys, go ahead, and throw them in there with the champion. Haha, it's exactly like that.. I put boudles down to the bottom of the ladder. I put them down for the f'n count. You see, the reason I kicked Reckless Jack out of T.o.T is because he was stupid enough to actually THINK that I'd want him in our group. Do you actually think I'd want some cocky kid in our group? No sir. By him joining us, he joined me how gullible he can get. That he just doesn't have the treachery it takes to be a part of the T.o.T. You hear that Reckless Jack? You got a lot to learn kid. But I'll let you on a bit of advice, when you step into the ring this Sunday with me, oh, and you should go ahead, and right this down. This could be a bit of a lesson to you, remember this the next time you fuck with a four time WCF champion, and when you get that lesson it's going to be the biggest beat down of your life. You might as well quit now, or find a way out of the match if you don't want to get beat by the WCF legend. Yes, trust me. I will take you down Reckless Jack, your nothing to me.. your just another boudle that throwing up against the champ. Your nothing to WCF. Your a pawn. But what gets me, it's that you actually think you have a chance against me.. that you actually think you have a chance against treachery. I'm WCF home grown baby, I know all the roots, I've been through every f'n Hall of Famer, or WCF champion that the WCF has EVER had. You hear me Jack? I'm the damn daddy around this place, and if you want to make a name for yourself in WCF.. then all you got to do is mention mine. I mean hell, you'd think I was already past my prime.. maybe I am, and maybe five years ago in WCF you might've just signed your own funeral coming into this match. But wait, what's the difference now? Yeah, I'm past my damn prime. But I'll still unleash treachery into WCF till this place goes under, forever. I'm the f'n dying solider of WCF, the one that bleeds more, and more every WCF version but never loses enough blood to quit.
Rage: Wow.
Logan: SHUT UP!
Rage: You know, Creeping Death is in this match too.
Logan: Oh, right. Is he still trying to get another WCF belt under his name? Well, news flash, as long as I'm around that shit just isn't happening my man. I'm the backbone of this company, it's true. Believe or not, but back in WCF 1, 2, and 3 it was me, Steve Carr, and Hellz Angel carrying this place on shoulders. If we didn't succeed, this place wouldn't be standing today. Why fail three times in a row without any effort, and then do three more? Nope, it wouldn't have happened. Ever since Steve Carr, and Hellz Angel fell off I've been the damn backbone for this place. I just don't see how none of you ever understand this. I mean, does anyone ever f'n sit around, and actually think who's been here in the main events since the first time WCF was ever heard of seven years ago. No? Well it's me! I've seen them all come, and go. Every f'n great name you can think of through the halls of WCF has come, and gone under my stand. But yet through all the bullshit, through all new guys, through all the new egos coming into WCF thinking they can just call the shots with me around.. with all of that dumb shit going on I still stand here in WCF, as the man. It's that simple. I'm the dying breed, there isn't anyone else like me around. My generation in WCF has come, and gone but I managed to hang on. It's sad to see all the WCF originals gone, it really is. But that's just something I have to let go, and maybe I should start thinking about my match this Sunday. So, let's see.. Creeping Death, and Reckless Jack. Psh. A lazy basterd, and some new guy running around thinking he's big now because he's facing Logan for the world title. Well, what do I got to say? SHUT UP! Good luck boudles, not that luck should help any of you much, luck shouldn't really matter to you boudles this Sunday. What you guys need is a miracle, and that just isn't going to happen this Sunday. I hope you boys are ready for a good ole fashion beat down.
Logan spits at the camera, as the scene fades out.
BEEEEEER OWNS!
Logan: No Rage, it's T Man. Okay, let's do the intro over..
Logan, and Rage stare into the camera.
Logan, Rage: Dun-Na-Na-Dun-Na T MAN!
Rage: OWNED.
Logan: This outfit owns.
Logan is dressed up in a tea cup costume, with his head sticking out at the top.
Rage: What does T Man stand for anyway?
Logan: Treachery Man.
Rage: Cool, what am I again?
Logan: Uh, Rage.. that's why your in a fire cracker ball costume.
Rage wobbles around in the red fire ball costume.
Rage: So, am I like Robin?
Logan: No, your Red Hot Rage.
Rage: Now THAT is gold.
Logan wobbles over to Rage in his tea cup costume, whispering over to him.
Logan: Okay, we've went over this time, and time again. Now let's get into character.
Rage: Right, okay.
Logan spins around to the camera.
Logan: Red Hot Rage, look at the T.V !
Rage: Holy bronze nut crackers, T Man! It's Reckless Jack!
Logan: I wonder what he plans to do?
Rage: Take over WCF?
Logan gasps.
Logan: Hm, Red Hot Rage.. you could be right. If he would take the world title, that means..
Logan goes into deep thought.
Logan: Five plus two is seven, subtract six, you get one.. one.. one, the WCF PPV, PPV! Till Death Do Us Part, DEATH! The grim reaper, don't fear the reaper, blue oyster cult, BLUE... OH MY GOD!
Rage: Holy swinging bannas, what is it?
Logan: Blue as in, HEROIN!
Rage: Uh, what..
Logan: You know, that show Blue that kids watched, and the guy hosting it was doing heroin. All of my sources have came down to this, Reckless Jack is shooting up! A druggie villain champion!
The camera zooms in, and out on Logan's stunned face.
Rage: Jumping jack flip a sack!
Logan: What better see what he wants on the T.V.
The scene switches over to the promo being aired on the television, it clearly is NOT Reckless Jack. But Logan, dressed up as him.
Reckless Jack (Logan): Here I stand!
Reckless Jack hops around in crunches.
Reckless Jack (Logan): After the beating T.o.T did to me last week, I still come back to get my ass whooped yet once again.
Reckless Jack (Logan) starts stretching his back.
Reckless Jack (Logan): Bu--
Logan cuts off the T.V., and starts ripping the tea suit apart.
Rage: Holy goo goo genzo. What are you doing T Man?
Logan: Cut the shit, I''ve had enough of this dumb crap.
Rage: I was about to say something bu--
Logan: SHUT UP! Yeah, right. I'm losing it man.. the title is getting to me.
Logan finishes ripping out of the suit, and sits down on a couch. Rage looks on concerned, wobbling over in his red fire cracker suit sitting next to Logan.
Rage: What's wrong, Logan?
Logan: Well, people are saying that I'm getting dried up.
Rage: You?
Logan: Yeah. When I start to think about it, their right. I mean think man, I've been in this damn place as long as the doors are open, and since they've ever been opened. I've talked about anything you can talk about, and I've had enough of it. I've always been here for one reason, and one reason only.. to be the WCF champion. Over the last seven years I've whooped f'n boudle ass from one side to the other, and back. I'm tired of this shit. This Sunday it's the same as it's always been, throw two guys in the ring who have enough nuts to actually jump into the ring with me. Let's see what they got boys, go ahead, and throw them in there with the champion. Haha, it's exactly like that.. I put boudles down to the bottom of the ladder. I put them down for the f'n count. You see, the reason I kicked Reckless Jack out of T.o.T is because he was stupid enough to actually THINK that I'd want him in our group. Do you actually think I'd want some cocky kid in our group? No sir. By him joining us, he joined me how gullible he can get. That he just doesn't have the treachery it takes to be a part of the T.o.T. You hear that Reckless Jack? You got a lot to learn kid. But I'll let you on a bit of advice, when you step into the ring this Sunday with me, oh, and you should go ahead, and right this down. This could be a bit of a lesson to you, remember this the next time you fuck with a four time WCF champion, and when you get that lesson it's going to be the biggest beat down of your life. You might as well quit now, or find a way out of the match if you don't want to get beat by the WCF legend. Yes, trust me. I will take you down Reckless Jack, your nothing to me.. your just another boudle that throwing up against the champ. Your nothing to WCF. Your a pawn. But what gets me, it's that you actually think you have a chance against me.. that you actually think you have a chance against treachery. I'm WCF home grown baby, I know all the roots, I've been through every f'n Hall of Famer, or WCF champion that the WCF has EVER had. You hear me Jack? I'm the damn daddy around this place, and if you want to make a name for yourself in WCF.. then all you got to do is mention mine. I mean hell, you'd think I was already past my prime.. maybe I am, and maybe five years ago in WCF you might've just signed your own funeral coming into this match. But wait, what's the difference now? Yeah, I'm past my damn prime. But I'll still unleash treachery into WCF till this place goes under, forever. I'm the f'n dying solider of WCF, the one that bleeds more, and more every WCF version but never loses enough blood to quit.
Rage: Wow.
Logan: SHUT UP!
Rage: You know, Creeping Death is in this match too.
Logan: Oh, right. Is he still trying to get another WCF belt under his name? Well, news flash, as long as I'm around that shit just isn't happening my man. I'm the backbone of this company, it's true. Believe or not, but back in WCF 1, 2, and 3 it was me, Steve Carr, and Hellz Angel carrying this place on shoulders. If we didn't succeed, this place wouldn't be standing today. Why fail three times in a row without any effort, and then do three more? Nope, it wouldn't have happened. Ever since Steve Carr, and Hellz Angel fell off I've been the damn backbone for this place. I just don't see how none of you ever understand this. I mean, does anyone ever f'n sit around, and actually think who's been here in the main events since the first time WCF was ever heard of seven years ago. No? Well it's me! I've seen them all come, and go. Every f'n great name you can think of through the halls of WCF has come, and gone under my stand. But yet through all the bullshit, through all new guys, through all the new egos coming into WCF thinking they can just call the shots with me around.. with all of that dumb shit going on I still stand here in WCF, as the man. It's that simple. I'm the dying breed, there isn't anyone else like me around. My generation in WCF has come, and gone but I managed to hang on. It's sad to see all the WCF originals gone, it really is. But that's just something I have to let go, and maybe I should start thinking about my match this Sunday. So, let's see.. Creeping Death, and Reckless Jack. Psh. A lazy basterd, and some new guy running around thinking he's big now because he's facing Logan for the world title. Well, what do I got to say? SHUT UP! Good luck boudles, not that luck should help any of you much, luck shouldn't really matter to you boudles this Sunday. What you guys need is a miracle, and that just isn't going to happen this Sunday. I hope you boys are ready for a good ole fashion beat down.
Logan spits at the camera, as the scene fades out.
BEEEEEER OWNS!