Post by logan on Apr 17, 2007 20:17:59 GMT -5
The scene opens up in one of the most trashiest towns you could possibly think of, the sight of Logan's appearance on the street looks a bit odd, he just doesn't fit in, but the man beside him does. Madd Dogg. They walk down the sidewalk, Logan wears a ball cap trying to disguise his popularity. We can catch Logan looking around, eye balling any female that passes them.
Logan: We'll find one, Dogg. I promise you that.
Logan suddenly stops, Madd Dogg bumps into Logan.
Logan: I mean really, do I have to say stop? Go? Pee now? Sleep? Wake up? SHUT UP?
Logan shakes his head before peaking down the alley way he stopped in front of.
Logan: Oh, I think we have something here. Follow me.
Logan creeps down the alley way with Madd Dogg behind him, staying cautious of this filthy place, and trying his best to avoid any glass he may step on. Logan's eyes widen as he notices a woman, maybe in her mid twenties, leaning against the alley way brick wall with a stoned dead look on his face. She is pale as a ghost, and looks as if she could fall over and die at any second. This certain girl is wearing all black, black cut up leather pants, black nails, black hair, black lipstick, black eye shadow, and a black cut up shirt. Actually, the only thing that isn't black is her eyes.. which happen to be blue. Logan stares at her a few seconds, she's completely unaware of his presence, or just doesn't care. Logan stands in front of her waving his hand by her face, her eyes don't follow.
Logan: Well, hello.. how would you like to be rich?
She continues to stare into.. nothing.
Logan: Eh, okay, well.. semi rich?
Nothing but a blank expression continues to stain her face.
Logan: Okay, fine. Telling from your appearance, you probably don't believe in money. I'll pay you in black eye liner, and nail polish.. not that you need anymore, it looks like you kind've abused it actually. Nothing, hm? I bet you'd like some crack.
The female finally turns her attention to Logan.
Goth Chick: Leave me alone.
Logan: Why?
She doesn't respond, Logan notices there is small little cuts going down both sides of her forearms.
Logan: Ah. I'm giving you a once in a life time offer, you see, my friend here, Madd Dogg, hasn't exactly been himself lately. He's been in a trance the last eh, year or so, and I kind've need you to just hang around. You'd get paid everyday, and it beats hanging out in this dump.
She sighs reaching around her neck grabbing some head phones, bringing them to her ears as she tugs around in her pockets fiddling with a CD player.
Logan: Thanks, you won't regret this.
Logan grabs her by the arm as he begins pulling her with him back down the alley. She resists a little, but sighs quickly giving up.
Goth Chick: I didn't agree to this.
Logan: I can't hear you.
Logan makes his way out into the street where is nearby limo pulls up along side the sidewalk.
Logan: Madd Dogg, open the door.
Madd Dogg quickly opens the door as Logan shoves her inside the limo. Logan climbs inside, as does Madd Dogg closing the door behind him. She sits uncomfortably as far away from the two as she can.
Goth Chick: You know this is kidnapping right?
Logan looks over at her.
Logan: So? You don't look too worried about it.
She sighs turning up the volume on her CD player.
Logan: You should be thankful, I've taken you from the streets, and now your going to start getting paid for hanging out with my friend. I don't care how much you think you don't care, because after awhile, your going to start caring. Your going to start caring about this guy.
Logan points to Madd Dogg.
She pulls her head phones down from her ears.
Goth Chick: What?
Logan: Fifty dollars a day for hanging out with him whenever I want you to.
She shrugs.
Goth Chick: Sure.
Logan: So, what should we call you?
She looks down at the floor for a moment.
Goth Chick: I don't care. Sandy.
Logan: Vagina?
Goth Chick: No. Just, Sandy.
Logan sighs.
Logan: Okay, okay.. I can work with that. What are you listening to Sandy..?
Logan smiles, nudging Madd Dogg, and whispering "watch this".
Sandy: Th-
Logan: VAGINA!
Madd Dogg simply gives his common emotionless look at Logan as Logan giggles.
Logan: No really, what..?
Sandy: Uh, The Cure.
Logan: Ah, nice choice.. I guess it'd fit your stereotype, or I mean.. your way of life. You know, I once danced around with a blow up doll to the theme of Friday I'm In love?
Sandy: Okay.
As disturbing as that would sound to anyone else it barely phases her.
Logan: Down to business, Sandy. You can see that my friend Madd Dogg hasn't really said much, and he usually doesn't unless told otherwise. I was hoping you two could click, you know.. like go to movies, dinner, take turns taking out my trash, yeah.. that kind've stuff. Perhaps your presence around my friend here could maybe change him back, I figured a beat up looking, excuse me, a good looking think like yourself would be able to fire up the old coals in Madd Dogg. Get that train rolling again.
Sandy: Fifty a day?
Logan: Yup.
Sandy: I begin today?
Logan: Yeah, right now.. get to know him.
Sandy shrugs while leaning over to Madd Dogg, and unzipping his pants.
Logan: Hey hey hey, not on the first date. If I wanted a hooker I would've called one, matter of fact.. wait..
Logan reaches into his pocket pulling out his cell phone. He dials a number, waits a few seconds, then speaks.
Logan: Ah yes, I'd like to cancel that appointment that was set today for three. Uh huh, yeah.. you can tell big Tasha that we'll just do it another time. Huh? She's already waiting for me at the hotel? Eh, I'll be there at four.
Logan slips his phone back into his pocket.
Logan: Anyway, I don't really want this to be a sexual thing between you, and Dogg.. if it ever leads to that one day, then maybe. But no, I want you to be more of a friend than anything, and if you ever do happen to spark any life out of Madd Dogg, THEN you unzip him. But hey, between me, and you, Sandy, if I ever want you to unzip me, then yeah.. no dates, no phone calls, we skip to the magic. But before you two boudles interrupt me, which I doubt you will. I'd like to talk about myself for a little while. This Sunday I'm now facing a boudle. Yes, before I called him Davey Boone.. but no he doesn't deserve that from me anymore. I gave him respect, yeah, I did.. I spoke good of him. But no sir not any longer, after the comments he recently made about me, eh, nope. So as I heard Davey Boudle say, someone correct me if I'm wrong here, but didn't he say he was going to beat The Face of Treachery? HA! You know I didn't expect that from him, maybe an IF I beat Logan, but never did I think he'd come flat out, and say he was going to beat me. Yeah, great job, Davey.. your officially lowered down to the ranks of boudle. You did it to yourself, Davey, so don't start whining, bitching, and moaning about how you respected me, or thought it was wrong I should say something like that. Because it's not wrong, boudle. Nobody comes out saying their going to beat me, and then expect me to respect them. Hell with you, Davey. I told you this before, I didn't want your help at Slam. Sure, at the time I appreciated it.. but I never really needed your help. I'm Logan, the four time WCF champion, do you think I need some washed up boudle from some other unheard of dead federation coming out to the ring in aid of me only in hope to just make a name for themselves? No. That's all you want Davey, a name. How better to get a name for yourself then coming to my aid, acting like you saved me in that match, and then the next day saying your going to flat out beat me one on one. That's not happening Davey, I've been around this tree more than once, I've climbed every limb up, and every limb down. You've got to remember exactly who you are facing, I'm not some dumb Adam Knite boudle, I'm the f'n legend of this place. I'm the man to beat, and you just don't have what it takes.
Logan turns to Sandy as she continues to listen to her CD player.
Logan: Any Billy Joel on there?
She looks at him in disgust.
Logan: Hey, I like him. Last week I was quoting songs left, and right. Oh yes, I'll do it again. Davey Boone wants to be a big shot.
Logan smiles.
Logan: Best damn song of the week, ever. But you wouldn't know anything about Billy Joel would you Boone? His music is too good for you. Your just too damn boudle to listen to it, and I bet Billy would sue your damn ear drums if he ever knew you listened to one of his great songs. But eh Davey, I know my attitude has changed against you, and it's no surprise.. you just shouldn't have said them things about me. I'm not saying I have an ego, but if I did, you just tested it. Just by you throwing in your two cents about me with intent of your name getting any bigger, not that Davey Boone is a house hold name, because I sure as hell never heard of it till you started mentioning mine. I guess that's pretty much what it all foils down to, everyone wanting a piece of me just to improve their status in WCF. Just forget about it Boone, your not beating me. Simple as that.
Sandy: Where are we going?
Logan: My house, my grass is getting kind've high, I figured you, and Madd Dogg could cut it. It'd be great for you two, getting to spend time together, and what not.
Sandy: I'm not cutting grass.
Logan: If you want any money you will.
Sandy: I said.. I'm not.
Logan: Okay, damn. You don't have to cut my grass, just promise me your not going to cut yourself over this.
Sandy: Whatever.
Logan: Yeah, blah.. you don't care, we get the picture. You have heard about me before.. right?
Sandy shakes his head.
Sandy: No.
Logan: Oh, well your about to hear some more about me. At Payback I have a glass match with Seth Lerch, if nobody witnessed the first one, then ow.. I was picking glass out of my body for weeks. I'd just be sitting down, watching the television, eating popcorn, then hey out of the blue I'd roll over a wrong way, and ow.. glass. It's not fun, it hurts. In 2004 from loss of blood we both endured in that match, we passed out. Nobody even won, so what's to say that it will happen again this time? Because it won't. Even though back then I hated Seth Lerch at that moment, I hate him even more now. I'll be sure to stay out of harms way of glass this time, but it's damn hard when just about everything in the ring is glass expect for well, the ring. But hey, after I get done cutting myself with glass like Sandy does I get to wrestle in the main event. I'd just like to say right now Dogg, thanks for creating the dumbest match ever. Because now, I have to wrestle in it after a freakin' glass match. And, like I said.. we can all know how glass matches go, I guess I'll just crawl out to the main event with glass sticking out of me. Seth just wants to put me through hell, but that's okay.. because at Payback I'm going to hurt him. He's not going to look the same anymore after this match. I actually gained a few scars from out last glass bout, but this one is going to be different, Seth is going have to start wearing a damn mask or something. I am a bit shocked he made this match, I still think there is something to it rather than glass, he does know the risks, but him being Lerch.. sometimes he is just incredibly dumb at times. But hey, maybe he finally grew some balls, or maybe they just finally dropped. It did take long enough, because it's rare to see Seth Lerch actually accept my challenge, and then go on to make it a freakin' glass match. Eh, it's going to be a fun night Seth.. that's all I can say. But to focus more on recent events, this week Boone, I hope your ready for the biggest match of your little WCF career because this Sunday you will be facing the man of this company.
Sandy: You done?
Logan: Excuse me. I pay you to.. SHUT UP! Understand, Sandy..?
Before Sandy can even say or make any more careless face expression Logan yells out.
Logan: VAGINA!
The scene fades out.
Logan: We'll find one, Dogg. I promise you that.
Logan suddenly stops, Madd Dogg bumps into Logan.
Logan: I mean really, do I have to say stop? Go? Pee now? Sleep? Wake up? SHUT UP?
Logan shakes his head before peaking down the alley way he stopped in front of.
Logan: Oh, I think we have something here. Follow me.
Logan creeps down the alley way with Madd Dogg behind him, staying cautious of this filthy place, and trying his best to avoid any glass he may step on. Logan's eyes widen as he notices a woman, maybe in her mid twenties, leaning against the alley way brick wall with a stoned dead look on his face. She is pale as a ghost, and looks as if she could fall over and die at any second. This certain girl is wearing all black, black cut up leather pants, black nails, black hair, black lipstick, black eye shadow, and a black cut up shirt. Actually, the only thing that isn't black is her eyes.. which happen to be blue. Logan stares at her a few seconds, she's completely unaware of his presence, or just doesn't care. Logan stands in front of her waving his hand by her face, her eyes don't follow.
Logan: Well, hello.. how would you like to be rich?
She continues to stare into.. nothing.
Logan: Eh, okay, well.. semi rich?
Nothing but a blank expression continues to stain her face.
Logan: Okay, fine. Telling from your appearance, you probably don't believe in money. I'll pay you in black eye liner, and nail polish.. not that you need anymore, it looks like you kind've abused it actually. Nothing, hm? I bet you'd like some crack.
The female finally turns her attention to Logan.
Goth Chick: Leave me alone.
Logan: Why?
She doesn't respond, Logan notices there is small little cuts going down both sides of her forearms.
Logan: Ah. I'm giving you a once in a life time offer, you see, my friend here, Madd Dogg, hasn't exactly been himself lately. He's been in a trance the last eh, year or so, and I kind've need you to just hang around. You'd get paid everyday, and it beats hanging out in this dump.
She sighs reaching around her neck grabbing some head phones, bringing them to her ears as she tugs around in her pockets fiddling with a CD player.
Logan: Thanks, you won't regret this.
Logan grabs her by the arm as he begins pulling her with him back down the alley. She resists a little, but sighs quickly giving up.
Goth Chick: I didn't agree to this.
Logan: I can't hear you.
Logan makes his way out into the street where is nearby limo pulls up along side the sidewalk.
Logan: Madd Dogg, open the door.
Madd Dogg quickly opens the door as Logan shoves her inside the limo. Logan climbs inside, as does Madd Dogg closing the door behind him. She sits uncomfortably as far away from the two as she can.
Goth Chick: You know this is kidnapping right?
Logan looks over at her.
Logan: So? You don't look too worried about it.
She sighs turning up the volume on her CD player.
Logan: You should be thankful, I've taken you from the streets, and now your going to start getting paid for hanging out with my friend. I don't care how much you think you don't care, because after awhile, your going to start caring. Your going to start caring about this guy.
Logan points to Madd Dogg.
She pulls her head phones down from her ears.
Goth Chick: What?
Logan: Fifty dollars a day for hanging out with him whenever I want you to.
She shrugs.
Goth Chick: Sure.
Logan: So, what should we call you?
She looks down at the floor for a moment.
Goth Chick: I don't care. Sandy.
Logan: Vagina?
Goth Chick: No. Just, Sandy.
Logan sighs.
Logan: Okay, okay.. I can work with that. What are you listening to Sandy..?
Logan smiles, nudging Madd Dogg, and whispering "watch this".
Sandy: Th-
Logan: VAGINA!
Madd Dogg simply gives his common emotionless look at Logan as Logan giggles.
Logan: No really, what..?
Sandy: Uh, The Cure.
Logan: Ah, nice choice.. I guess it'd fit your stereotype, or I mean.. your way of life. You know, I once danced around with a blow up doll to the theme of Friday I'm In love?
Sandy: Okay.
As disturbing as that would sound to anyone else it barely phases her.
Logan: Down to business, Sandy. You can see that my friend Madd Dogg hasn't really said much, and he usually doesn't unless told otherwise. I was hoping you two could click, you know.. like go to movies, dinner, take turns taking out my trash, yeah.. that kind've stuff. Perhaps your presence around my friend here could maybe change him back, I figured a beat up looking, excuse me, a good looking think like yourself would be able to fire up the old coals in Madd Dogg. Get that train rolling again.
Sandy: Fifty a day?
Logan: Yup.
Sandy: I begin today?
Logan: Yeah, right now.. get to know him.
Sandy shrugs while leaning over to Madd Dogg, and unzipping his pants.
Logan: Hey hey hey, not on the first date. If I wanted a hooker I would've called one, matter of fact.. wait..
Logan reaches into his pocket pulling out his cell phone. He dials a number, waits a few seconds, then speaks.
Logan: Ah yes, I'd like to cancel that appointment that was set today for three. Uh huh, yeah.. you can tell big Tasha that we'll just do it another time. Huh? She's already waiting for me at the hotel? Eh, I'll be there at four.
Logan slips his phone back into his pocket.
Logan: Anyway, I don't really want this to be a sexual thing between you, and Dogg.. if it ever leads to that one day, then maybe. But no, I want you to be more of a friend than anything, and if you ever do happen to spark any life out of Madd Dogg, THEN you unzip him. But hey, between me, and you, Sandy, if I ever want you to unzip me, then yeah.. no dates, no phone calls, we skip to the magic. But before you two boudles interrupt me, which I doubt you will. I'd like to talk about myself for a little while. This Sunday I'm now facing a boudle. Yes, before I called him Davey Boone.. but no he doesn't deserve that from me anymore. I gave him respect, yeah, I did.. I spoke good of him. But no sir not any longer, after the comments he recently made about me, eh, nope. So as I heard Davey Boudle say, someone correct me if I'm wrong here, but didn't he say he was going to beat The Face of Treachery? HA! You know I didn't expect that from him, maybe an IF I beat Logan, but never did I think he'd come flat out, and say he was going to beat me. Yeah, great job, Davey.. your officially lowered down to the ranks of boudle. You did it to yourself, Davey, so don't start whining, bitching, and moaning about how you respected me, or thought it was wrong I should say something like that. Because it's not wrong, boudle. Nobody comes out saying their going to beat me, and then expect me to respect them. Hell with you, Davey. I told you this before, I didn't want your help at Slam. Sure, at the time I appreciated it.. but I never really needed your help. I'm Logan, the four time WCF champion, do you think I need some washed up boudle from some other unheard of dead federation coming out to the ring in aid of me only in hope to just make a name for themselves? No. That's all you want Davey, a name. How better to get a name for yourself then coming to my aid, acting like you saved me in that match, and then the next day saying your going to flat out beat me one on one. That's not happening Davey, I've been around this tree more than once, I've climbed every limb up, and every limb down. You've got to remember exactly who you are facing, I'm not some dumb Adam Knite boudle, I'm the f'n legend of this place. I'm the man to beat, and you just don't have what it takes.
Logan turns to Sandy as she continues to listen to her CD player.
Logan: Any Billy Joel on there?
She looks at him in disgust.
Logan: Hey, I like him. Last week I was quoting songs left, and right. Oh yes, I'll do it again. Davey Boone wants to be a big shot.
Logan smiles.
Logan: Best damn song of the week, ever. But you wouldn't know anything about Billy Joel would you Boone? His music is too good for you. Your just too damn boudle to listen to it, and I bet Billy would sue your damn ear drums if he ever knew you listened to one of his great songs. But eh Davey, I know my attitude has changed against you, and it's no surprise.. you just shouldn't have said them things about me. I'm not saying I have an ego, but if I did, you just tested it. Just by you throwing in your two cents about me with intent of your name getting any bigger, not that Davey Boone is a house hold name, because I sure as hell never heard of it till you started mentioning mine. I guess that's pretty much what it all foils down to, everyone wanting a piece of me just to improve their status in WCF. Just forget about it Boone, your not beating me. Simple as that.
Sandy: Where are we going?
Logan: My house, my grass is getting kind've high, I figured you, and Madd Dogg could cut it. It'd be great for you two, getting to spend time together, and what not.
Sandy: I'm not cutting grass.
Logan: If you want any money you will.
Sandy: I said.. I'm not.
Logan: Okay, damn. You don't have to cut my grass, just promise me your not going to cut yourself over this.
Sandy: Whatever.
Logan: Yeah, blah.. you don't care, we get the picture. You have heard about me before.. right?
Sandy shakes his head.
Sandy: No.
Logan: Oh, well your about to hear some more about me. At Payback I have a glass match with Seth Lerch, if nobody witnessed the first one, then ow.. I was picking glass out of my body for weeks. I'd just be sitting down, watching the television, eating popcorn, then hey out of the blue I'd roll over a wrong way, and ow.. glass. It's not fun, it hurts. In 2004 from loss of blood we both endured in that match, we passed out. Nobody even won, so what's to say that it will happen again this time? Because it won't. Even though back then I hated Seth Lerch at that moment, I hate him even more now. I'll be sure to stay out of harms way of glass this time, but it's damn hard when just about everything in the ring is glass expect for well, the ring. But hey, after I get done cutting myself with glass like Sandy does I get to wrestle in the main event. I'd just like to say right now Dogg, thanks for creating the dumbest match ever. Because now, I have to wrestle in it after a freakin' glass match. And, like I said.. we can all know how glass matches go, I guess I'll just crawl out to the main event with glass sticking out of me. Seth just wants to put me through hell, but that's okay.. because at Payback I'm going to hurt him. He's not going to look the same anymore after this match. I actually gained a few scars from out last glass bout, but this one is going to be different, Seth is going have to start wearing a damn mask or something. I am a bit shocked he made this match, I still think there is something to it rather than glass, he does know the risks, but him being Lerch.. sometimes he is just incredibly dumb at times. But hey, maybe he finally grew some balls, or maybe they just finally dropped. It did take long enough, because it's rare to see Seth Lerch actually accept my challenge, and then go on to make it a freakin' glass match. Eh, it's going to be a fun night Seth.. that's all I can say. But to focus more on recent events, this week Boone, I hope your ready for the biggest match of your little WCF career because this Sunday you will be facing the man of this company.
Sandy: You done?
Logan: Excuse me. I pay you to.. SHUT UP! Understand, Sandy..?
Before Sandy can even say or make any more careless face expression Logan yells out.
Logan: VAGINA!
The scene fades out.
