Post by Logan on Feb 2, 2014 16:38:09 GMT -5
The cameras panned open to spot Logan backstage with Hank Brown. He had the Hardcore belt slung over his shoulder, decked out in his natural ring attire.
Hank Brown: What was that, Logan?
Logan: SHUT UP! Ain't nobody as hardcore as the Face of Treachery. I'm getting real tired of these doubting peanut butter soft bitches that say I don't defend my title enough, that I'm just a filler champ until someone else better comes along. Well, Hank, let me ask you a question. Who is a better person to hold my Hardcore title?
Hank Brown: I -
Logan: SHUT UP! I'm a true damn champion. I competed in the most hardcore of hardcore of matches in a HARDCORE WCF ERA. An era without rules or regard for personal safety, and within that era I won the Hardcore Championship. That isn't saying something? It is? It isn't? SHUT UP! I'm going to be the best champion WCF has ever seen? I will? SHUT UP! You bet that boudle ass I will.
Hank Brown: Tonight you and James Fatel will collide -
Logan: SHUT UP!
Brown sighed.
Logan: I know. I requested this damn match. I requested my title be put on the line. I'm the hardest working champion in WCF right now. Who ASKS for their title to be on the line? This guy. The Face of Treachery. True champion.
Hank Brown: And did -
Logan: SHUT UP! I SAID TRUE CHAMPION. Does James Fatel actually think he has a chance against Mr. WCF? SHUT UP! I barely have to show up. I could get out of bed and take this boudle to Connector City at the drop of a ticket, with an orange juice in one hand and a breakfast hotdog in the other. James, you're pathetic. I said you're pathetic! You aren't? You think you're a big shot? You want to be Hardcore Champ? SHUT UP! You don't have what it takes. SHUT UP! You just don't have it. Don't you know who I am? What I've done here? You think you can just waltz your rookie ass down into Mr. WCF's ring and put your grubby little hands on my belt? SHUT UP! There isn't one soft bitch in the back right now that has what it takes to take this belt off my waist.
The Face of Treachery nodded into the camera, very sure of himself.
Logan: Do you understand that, James? You simply do not have what it takes to dethrone Mr. WCF, Mr. Hardcore. You can try. Oh, can you try. Do you know where that's going to get you? It's going to get you somewhere, James. You'll be going somewhere all right, bitch. You're going straight to Connector City!
Viciously, Logan shoulder bumped Brown down onto the floor in his exit from the cameras shot. Hank Brown looked after Logan, shaking his head, and the screen faded there.
Hank Brown: What was that, Logan?
Logan: SHUT UP! Ain't nobody as hardcore as the Face of Treachery. I'm getting real tired of these doubting peanut butter soft bitches that say I don't defend my title enough, that I'm just a filler champ until someone else better comes along. Well, Hank, let me ask you a question. Who is a better person to hold my Hardcore title?
Hank Brown: I -
Logan: SHUT UP! I'm a true damn champion. I competed in the most hardcore of hardcore of matches in a HARDCORE WCF ERA. An era without rules or regard for personal safety, and within that era I won the Hardcore Championship. That isn't saying something? It is? It isn't? SHUT UP! I'm going to be the best champion WCF has ever seen? I will? SHUT UP! You bet that boudle ass I will.
Hank Brown: Tonight you and James Fatel will collide -
Logan: SHUT UP!
Brown sighed.
Logan: I know. I requested this damn match. I requested my title be put on the line. I'm the hardest working champion in WCF right now. Who ASKS for their title to be on the line? This guy. The Face of Treachery. True champion.
Hank Brown: And did -
Logan: SHUT UP! I SAID TRUE CHAMPION. Does James Fatel actually think he has a chance against Mr. WCF? SHUT UP! I barely have to show up. I could get out of bed and take this boudle to Connector City at the drop of a ticket, with an orange juice in one hand and a breakfast hotdog in the other. James, you're pathetic. I said you're pathetic! You aren't? You think you're a big shot? You want to be Hardcore Champ? SHUT UP! You don't have what it takes. SHUT UP! You just don't have it. Don't you know who I am? What I've done here? You think you can just waltz your rookie ass down into Mr. WCF's ring and put your grubby little hands on my belt? SHUT UP! There isn't one soft bitch in the back right now that has what it takes to take this belt off my waist.
The Face of Treachery nodded into the camera, very sure of himself.
Logan: Do you understand that, James? You simply do not have what it takes to dethrone Mr. WCF, Mr. Hardcore. You can try. Oh, can you try. Do you know where that's going to get you? It's going to get you somewhere, James. You'll be going somewhere all right, bitch. You're going straight to Connector City!
Viciously, Logan shoulder bumped Brown down onto the floor in his exit from the cameras shot. Hank Brown looked after Logan, shaking his head, and the screen faded there.
