Post by FPV on Dec 17, 2013 16:14:15 GMT -5
As the webcam feed begins, we find ourselves backstage at the Staples Center, six days before the annual ONE WCF event. The lack of a crowd makes for an intimite affair as we see two men, Logan and FPV, sitting at a fold-out table with multiple papers and pens strewn about. Freddy Whoa comes in front of the camera with his trusty mic in hand.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA there...this ain't Slam...and this sure ain't Wednesday Night. Nope, this a live FREE feed on WCF.com as we come today to finalize what should no doubt turn out to be an excellent match between these two gentlemen right here. Logan, Frank, good to see you both.
Logan: What's up babygurl.
FPV: Yeah...good to see you too Freddy...I guess.
Freddy Whoa: Oh....kay. Not sure what that's supposed to mean, but whatever! Now guys, I'm sure you've read over the contract, am I right?
FPV: Correct.
Freddy looks over to Logan.
Freddy Whoa: What about you, Logan?
Logan: HEY! I'm not the Hardcore Champion simply so I can READ things! I'm here to wrestle!
Freddy Whoa: Logan...lemme level with you for a minute. In a match with this much at stake, I think it would do you some good to actually read over the contract.
FPV: I agree.
Logan immediately points a menacing finger at Frank.
Logan: SHUT UP, no one wants to hear your two cents! Just give me the damn paper and I'll look it over.
Freddy walks over to hand Logan the contract as Frank just shrugs his shoulders. Logan skims through each section very quickly before sliding it over to Frank.
Logan: Done. You sign it first, boudle.
FPV: You SURE you read that thing all the way?
Logan: Bitch, just sign it!
FPV: Okay...whatever.
FPV quickly signs his name on the dotted line. He slides it back to Logan, pen already in hand, and watches as Logan scribbles his name on the contract. Frank then begins to suddenly chuckle.
Logan: What's so funny, bitch?
FPV: I guess you really didn't read it. Look at the fine print, mofo.
Logan begins to look at the contract more carefully this time, before realizing his error.
Logan: HOW IN THE HELL-
FPV: That's right, sucker. You just signed you're own goddamn son to be the special guest ref for the match. I'm sure Roy's gonna feel REEEEEAL conflicted watching his best friend and dad battle it out now, huh?
Logan: YOU BOUDLE! YOU TRASHCAN! YOU FUCKING BOUDLECAN! THIS CONTRACT IS NULL AND VOID!
FPV: Too late, you already signed it.
Logan: Butbutbut...
Logan is left a stammering mess as Frank smugly walks out of frame, grabbing the contract before leading. Again Freddy comes into view.
Freddy Whoa: WHO! Frank pretty much just made Roy the referee behind Logan's back. Again, WHOA! You saw it here first folks! Freddy Whoa, signing off.
The feed cuts as Logan is still left muttering angry gibberish to himself.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA there...this ain't Slam...and this sure ain't Wednesday Night. Nope, this a live FREE feed on WCF.com as we come today to finalize what should no doubt turn out to be an excellent match between these two gentlemen right here. Logan, Frank, good to see you both.
Logan: What's up babygurl.
FPV: Yeah...good to see you too Freddy...I guess.
Freddy Whoa: Oh....kay. Not sure what that's supposed to mean, but whatever! Now guys, I'm sure you've read over the contract, am I right?
FPV: Correct.
Freddy looks over to Logan.
Freddy Whoa: What about you, Logan?
Logan: HEY! I'm not the Hardcore Champion simply so I can READ things! I'm here to wrestle!
Freddy Whoa: Logan...lemme level with you for a minute. In a match with this much at stake, I think it would do you some good to actually read over the contract.
FPV: I agree.
Logan immediately points a menacing finger at Frank.
Logan: SHUT UP, no one wants to hear your two cents! Just give me the damn paper and I'll look it over.
Freddy walks over to hand Logan the contract as Frank just shrugs his shoulders. Logan skims through each section very quickly before sliding it over to Frank.
Logan: Done. You sign it first, boudle.
FPV: You SURE you read that thing all the way?
Logan: Bitch, just sign it!
FPV: Okay...whatever.
FPV quickly signs his name on the dotted line. He slides it back to Logan, pen already in hand, and watches as Logan scribbles his name on the contract. Frank then begins to suddenly chuckle.
Logan: What's so funny, bitch?
FPV: I guess you really didn't read it. Look at the fine print, mofo.
Logan begins to look at the contract more carefully this time, before realizing his error.
Logan: HOW IN THE HELL-
FPV: That's right, sucker. You just signed you're own goddamn son to be the special guest ref for the match. I'm sure Roy's gonna feel REEEEEAL conflicted watching his best friend and dad battle it out now, huh?
Logan: YOU BOUDLE! YOU TRASHCAN! YOU FUCKING BOUDLECAN! THIS CONTRACT IS NULL AND VOID!
FPV: Too late, you already signed it.
Logan: Butbutbut...
Logan is left a stammering mess as Frank smugly walks out of frame, grabbing the contract before leading. Again Freddy comes into view.
Freddy Whoa: WHO! Frank pretty much just made Roy the referee behind Logan's back. Again, WHOA! You saw it here first folks! Freddy Whoa, signing off.
The feed cuts as Logan is still left muttering angry gibberish to himself.
