Post by Logan on May 2, 2012 15:43:15 GMT -5
The following was recorded at a rare WCF house show in Oley, PA.
“The Struggle Within” by Metallica hits and the audience explodes with cheers. Logan stomps out onto the ramp and walks down the ramp in a very fast pace. He rolls into the ring and brings a microphone he had been carrying to his mouth.
Logan: SHUT UP! CUT THE MUSIC! SHUT UP!
The music fades out and the Face of Treachery paces the ring.
Logan: Some of you may or may not be wondering why I’m not in the Trios crap series and everyone else in the world is, and that’s a pretty gawd damn simple answer…
The pacing stops and he redirects his attention into the camera lens.
Logan: IT’S STUPID! You expect me to team up with a couple of young pimple faced assholes and bust my ass in this ring just so one of them can no show? Get pinned? Tap out from a wrist lock? SHUT UP! I’m not here to babysit anyone. I give a rat’s ass about WCF championships and worthless tag team title shots and this whole pathetic tournament.
His shouting produces spit into the lens.
Logan: I’m not here to join the parade with all these kids and act like the Trios Cup is something special, because it’s not! I’m the biggest thing this company will ever see, it doesn’t get any better than Logan, and that’s a gawd damn fact! This Trios shit stain is nothing but a waste of Slam. Who the hell wants to see people randomly team up with other people and randomly fight other random teams all for the chance to earn a measly little shot at a couple of belts? SHUT UP! This generation of WCF is boring and disgusting. I sat backstage at Aftermath last week and tried to watch the zillon matches before I went out there and whooped Gravedigger’s ass and I ended up taking a nap! The fact of the matter is this; I am sick of this tag team bullshit. Every single week I have to watch over little babies and make sure they try not to get pinned. Hell, the ToT just barely managed to defeat the Weed Homies. I can’t turn my back on these kids for two seconds. But that’s the way it is… Jack of Blades didn’t return at Aftermath and I can’t blame him. He took one look at us and turned his back!
He shakes his head.
Logan: What do you expect me to do? Bring Doc Henry out here, have the ToT beat him down, and kick him out? Then the next week take FPV to Connector City and throw his ass out too?
His hand meets his chin and begins a rub of treachery.
Logan: Maybe I could. Does FPV deserve that treatment? No. That boudle is the freshest thing this company has going for it. One day FPV is going have his own little posse and he’ll be the guy putting the asses in these seats. And Doc Henry, well, he’s nothing but a gawd damn boudle… chalk it up to the heart warming up with old age, but I love that collard green eating son of a bitch. So, maybe ToT isn’t the problem.. maybe I’M the problem. I’ve thought about that lately. I asked myself, what am I doing here? I’ve already done it all. I have plenty of income otherwise, so, why the hell am I here? It’s not like I’m actually coming out here and thriving to be the absolute best. That’s the only reason any of us are here right – we want to be the best. No, you see, I didn’t realize it before.. but I’m just hanging out. I love the WCF so much that I have found myself content with just being booked on a show and wrestling. I took a backseat to treachery and became just another one of the old guys to put future boudles over.
More head shaking occurs.
Logan: Maybe I could take a match with Mr. Big Shit Fly, get beat, and cement his legacy as a future WCF Hall of Famer. I could do that. That’s what I should do right? I mean, most of you probably think – hey, this guy has been here for twelve years, it’s about time he stays out of the spotlight. He’s only good these days for putting people over. THAT’S BULLSHIT. These feet aren’t dragging for nobody. I AM WCF! I'm the only reason this company is still alive today and I’m going to make this straight and gawd damn clear…
His face comes within inches of the camera.
Logan: Any of you lazy hacks in the back want a real shot at an ass whooping then you let me know. I’ll wrestle ANYONE here and beat them within an inch of their life. It’s about time these ‘new era’ punks get a real introduction to Mr. WCF.
He drops the microphone and quickly rolls out of the ring the same way he entered. Logan walks up the ramp and hits backstage passing through the black curtains.
“The Struggle Within” by Metallica hits and the audience explodes with cheers. Logan stomps out onto the ramp and walks down the ramp in a very fast pace. He rolls into the ring and brings a microphone he had been carrying to his mouth.
Logan: SHUT UP! CUT THE MUSIC! SHUT UP!
The music fades out and the Face of Treachery paces the ring.
Logan: Some of you may or may not be wondering why I’m not in the Trios crap series and everyone else in the world is, and that’s a pretty gawd damn simple answer…
The pacing stops and he redirects his attention into the camera lens.
Logan: IT’S STUPID! You expect me to team up with a couple of young pimple faced assholes and bust my ass in this ring just so one of them can no show? Get pinned? Tap out from a wrist lock? SHUT UP! I’m not here to babysit anyone. I give a rat’s ass about WCF championships and worthless tag team title shots and this whole pathetic tournament.
His shouting produces spit into the lens.
Logan: I’m not here to join the parade with all these kids and act like the Trios Cup is something special, because it’s not! I’m the biggest thing this company will ever see, it doesn’t get any better than Logan, and that’s a gawd damn fact! This Trios shit stain is nothing but a waste of Slam. Who the hell wants to see people randomly team up with other people and randomly fight other random teams all for the chance to earn a measly little shot at a couple of belts? SHUT UP! This generation of WCF is boring and disgusting. I sat backstage at Aftermath last week and tried to watch the zillon matches before I went out there and whooped Gravedigger’s ass and I ended up taking a nap! The fact of the matter is this; I am sick of this tag team bullshit. Every single week I have to watch over little babies and make sure they try not to get pinned. Hell, the ToT just barely managed to defeat the Weed Homies. I can’t turn my back on these kids for two seconds. But that’s the way it is… Jack of Blades didn’t return at Aftermath and I can’t blame him. He took one look at us and turned his back!
He shakes his head.
Logan: What do you expect me to do? Bring Doc Henry out here, have the ToT beat him down, and kick him out? Then the next week take FPV to Connector City and throw his ass out too?
His hand meets his chin and begins a rub of treachery.
Logan: Maybe I could. Does FPV deserve that treatment? No. That boudle is the freshest thing this company has going for it. One day FPV is going have his own little posse and he’ll be the guy putting the asses in these seats. And Doc Henry, well, he’s nothing but a gawd damn boudle… chalk it up to the heart warming up with old age, but I love that collard green eating son of a bitch. So, maybe ToT isn’t the problem.. maybe I’M the problem. I’ve thought about that lately. I asked myself, what am I doing here? I’ve already done it all. I have plenty of income otherwise, so, why the hell am I here? It’s not like I’m actually coming out here and thriving to be the absolute best. That’s the only reason any of us are here right – we want to be the best. No, you see, I didn’t realize it before.. but I’m just hanging out. I love the WCF so much that I have found myself content with just being booked on a show and wrestling. I took a backseat to treachery and became just another one of the old guys to put future boudles over.
More head shaking occurs.
Logan: Maybe I could take a match with Mr. Big Shit Fly, get beat, and cement his legacy as a future WCF Hall of Famer. I could do that. That’s what I should do right? I mean, most of you probably think – hey, this guy has been here for twelve years, it’s about time he stays out of the spotlight. He’s only good these days for putting people over. THAT’S BULLSHIT. These feet aren’t dragging for nobody. I AM WCF! I'm the only reason this company is still alive today and I’m going to make this straight and gawd damn clear…
His face comes within inches of the camera.
Logan: Any of you lazy hacks in the back want a real shot at an ass whooping then you let me know. I’ll wrestle ANYONE here and beat them within an inch of their life. It’s about time these ‘new era’ punks get a real introduction to Mr. WCF.
He drops the microphone and quickly rolls out of the ring the same way he entered. Logan walks up the ramp and hits backstage passing through the black curtains.
