Post by logan on Feb 26, 2007 19:43:09 GMT -5
A dark black screen blinds your vision but a voice fills your ears.
Mace. Steve Carr. Hellz Angel. Logan. Hellz Angel. Gravedigger. Creeping Death. Outcast. Cyrus. Gravedigger. Logan. Trent Hunter. Neo. X-Rated. PC Cradle. Epic. Logan. Rick Mad. Creeping Death. Madd Dogg. PC Cradle. Logan. Reckless Jack. Outcast. Bobby Cairo. JJ Biggs. Torture. Jack of Blades.
Logan: The biggest collection of WCF stars named off in order, following WCF's world title history. There was a name seen in red, a name which brought fire, hatred, and greed. His name was Jack of Blades, the current WCF title holder, and the man that has defeated Logan two months in a row. Logan is me. I am Logan. You may also know me as The Face of Treachery.
The blackness of the screen disappears, as we see Logan with a sadistic smile on his face giving everyone a big wink. The screen fades back to black again, as the voice continues.
Logan: What I am, is an on going tuned wrestling machine. My steam has ran short as of late, my gas tank growing emptier by the day, but something recently ignited my fire once again. A certain new comer in the ranks of WCF known only as Davey Boone. I could've cared less about what he has had to say within the day he stepped into WCF, until.. yesterday. Yes, yesterday. Because for today Davey spoke of something that sent chills down my back. In his promo, he took everyone back a year ago, which was one of the greatest come backs in WCF history. Yes, I Logan, returned to WCF only as I would when it reopened a little over a year ago. I made a come back. This washed up old WCF wrestler walked out of his home, put on the old gear, and placed my rusty treachery back into a WCF ring. I'm sure everyone remembers, it was The War. I did the unexpected, won The War, and beat WCF's brightest star at the time.. Dake Ken. I did that because I wanted to. My heart was set on winning the belt, I had a lot to prove to myself, I had to prove that I still had it, and through all the odds.. I came out on top. Last Sunday, at Till Death Do Us Part wasn't exactly me.. so to speak. The world title was in my mind, no doubt about that, but it wasn't exactly in my heart like it used to be. I had no drive. But this, is sadly.. oh so sadly, coming to an end. That's right, boudles. Because me, yes me, The Face of Treachery.
Logan's image quickly reappears again as another wink is given from his smiling face. The screen fades back to darkness.
Logan: I'm turning myself around. I need that belt around my waist, it's what helps me breath. Over the last few weeks the word retirement sunk deep into my skull, yes, it was an idea, and a possibility. But when Jack of Blades defeated me again, for the second time in a row there was no way of me retiring. I'm not going to sleep till' that belt reaches my waist, rather it's for the fifth time, or tenth time it doesn't matter. It's always going to be that way. Jack can't beat me again, it's just not happening. If he plans to succeed at The War, defeat me, and hang on to that belt another month.. then he better be ready to commit murder. This match has become life or death for me, there is no losing, and if I happen to lose.. I will not be able to walk away. Before I mentioned a hand full of names, all world champions. Besides Reckless Jack, and Jack of Blades.. they all held the title proud. Even Torture before he went emo. I held that title proud, it was, and still is the only thing that mattered to me. Recently, Blades has made a disgrace of the belt. He held it for power, and as much as it ate me up inside I dealt with it because we we're allies, friends. I had to stand beside him, watch him wear the belt, and have no respect for it whatsoever. That's why last Sunday, something snapped inside of me. I just couldn't bring myself to see Jack hold that title again, I couldn't see him being victorious. But he was, sadly enough, he is the world champion of this federation that I've died for the last eight years. That's what this business does to you, it eats away at your life, and takes years away from you. I can't go on seeing Blades as champion, that's why at The War I'm putting a final stop. No more parades.
The scene finally comes to full life where we can actually see more than Logan's face as his surroundings. Logan is taking his sweet time in a grocery store, looking over at items, comparing prices, and then throwing the more expensive item to the floor as he pockets the cheaper. Logan is wearing a huge coat, which makes smuggling food, or would I say.. stealing food a bit easier as he makes his way through the store. The camera man, whom is following him, and taping his illegal actions begins to speak.
Camera Man: What are we doing here, Logan?
Logan: Meeting an old friend, so just do your job, shut up, and follow me around.
Logan walks down the top of store looking down the rows of food searching for a certain someone. As he searches, looking down each row, he turns his head to the camera man.
Logan: This reminds me of being a little kid.
Camera Man: Huh?
Logan: You never accidentally got spilt up with your Mom, and then you retrace your steps looking for her down each row, but then you come to find out that she's all the way on the other side of the store like she somehow ran over there purposely so you couldn't find her?
Camera Man: No. My Mother loved me.
Logan: .... oh, ah ha!
Logan stops on the freezer section spotting his old friend. It appears to be Bobby Dole, whom has the door open of a freezer, and is pressing his chest against the cold glass. He has his shirt raised up over his face, nipples cold, and exposed.
Logan: He hasn't changed much.
Logan approaches him.
Logan: Dole.
Bobby Dole: Yes, Logan.
Logan: Long time no.. er, uh, see long, no.. wait. Long time no nipples?
Bobby Dole: Yes, long time no see. But as you can clearly see, my nipples are becoming frozen.
Through this conversation Bobby Dole doesn't dare to move away from the cold glass, as his nipples are tightly pushed against them.
Logan: I've got to ask.. what's with the nipples?
Bobby Dole: Well, as you know, Logan.. I'm running for president in 2008.
This leaves Logan clueless, not giving him much of an explanation.
Logan: Oh, right. That makes sense.
Dole's eyes turn to Logan to catch his confusion. Bobby sighs.
Bobby Dole: Fine. I'll explain.
Logan: Please.
Bobby Dole: I exercise this nipple freezing process three hours a day. If I happen to fail, or be killed as my term of presidency in the upcoming years then my nipples will be frozen for the test of time. Whenever they want me back as president, they can thaw out my nipples, and reelect me whenever they wish.
Logan rubs his chin.
Bobby Dole: Oh don't doubt Logan, don't doubt. In days this process will be popular, days.. ha.. hours. They will be able to genetically revive a living human bean just by getting DNA data from nipples.
Logan: In hours this technology will be available?
Bobby Dole: Dare day.. minutes?
Logan: Hm..
Bobby Dole: And it will be I, yes the former President of The United States whom discovered this great technology. You know Logan, I've always been quite good at seeing into the future. It's been like a special trait of mine.
Logan: I know, that was the reason we're meeting today.
Bobby Dole: What's on your mind?
Beeping noise begins to go off, Dole looks down at his watch.
Bobby Dole: Oh, wait Logan. It's time for me to release my nipples from the cold.
Dole steps back, but doesn't exactly move as much as he wanted too. His nipples appear to be stuck to the glass.
Bobby Dole: Hm, interesting.
Dole pushes his hands against the glass door trying to pull himself free.
Bobby Dole: They must've wanted these corn dogs to be hard as rocks today.
Logan: You know, in Farm Fresh they don't really freeze their frozen goods too much.
Bobby Dole: Exactly, and it's where I usually go.. I've never had this problem before.
Logan: Damn you Food Lion.
Bobby Dole: Indeed. My first action as president in 2008 will be to raise the temperature of frozen goods. I mean come on, they must have to microwave pot pies for hours. This is ridiculous.
Logan: Honestly I prefer my pot pies in the oven, but.. to each is own.
Dole budges some more, but no progress. He suddenly sighs giving up for the moment. Logan goes to help.
Bobby Dole: No, Logan. This is my invention, I discovered it first, and I need no help.
Logan: If that's what you want.
Bobby Dole: So, what did you want to ask me?
Logan: Do you uh, think I'm uh, getting washed up? You know.. too old for wrestling?
Dole stares blankly at Logan before slapping him.
Logan: Ow..
Bobby Dole: Nonsense Logan, the only thing too washed up or old in this business is Shannan Lerch's panties, and you should know that better than all people.
Logan, and Dole high five.
Logan: Haha, I feel better about myself. Your right, Dole. I'm not washed up. I'll see you around.
Logan pats Dole on the back as he walks away from his madness.
Bobby Dole: I'll let you know how this worked out.
The scene fades to complete black again, and nothing is available but Logan's voice. This dark scenes must've been previously recorded.
Logan: So.. me, Jack of Blades, and Jesper against the Alliance of Violence this Sunday. You really couldn't expect the mastermind Seth Lerch to think of something more creative, or better than this could you? Ha, let's all give him a moment, and clap. Let's appreciate his stupid genius. How many big pointless tag matches is he going to book before he finally realizes he just did the same thing a week before?Partnering rivals to face other boudles. Does it really look like I want to team up with Blades? Especially after what happened last week? Heh, not really. Sure we've been tag team champions before, and the best of friends. But today, and the following day.. I hate Jack of Blades. I hate him for everything he stands for, I hate the way he simply just uses the WCF championship for his own personal success. He doesn't care about pride, honor, or what others have done before him to build this company to what it is today. None of that concerns him, and it tears away at my soul. Yes, I'll say it.. who does he think he is? If anyone thinks they can do what they want in this company, it's me, and I've earned the right to do it. I am treachery, the feelings of others don't concern me. I don't care if Blades thinks I befriended him or not, but the months we we're allies I did know one thing about Jack. He was just like me in a way. Only in a ruthless way, that is. Jack won't get the best of me ever again, I'm far too over it to let him get my shoulders to the mat again. This Sunday is going to be a slight different than any other, it's not going to be your ordinary stupid tag team match where two enemies are paired together. No, I have a special surprise for Blades, and the AoV. It's going to be a surprise like no other. The next rise of treachery is on it's way to WCF, and at Slam.. everyone will finally realize the truth.
The voice fades away.
Mace. Steve Carr. Hellz Angel. Logan. Hellz Angel. Gravedigger. Creeping Death. Outcast. Cyrus. Gravedigger. Logan. Trent Hunter. Neo. X-Rated. PC Cradle. Epic. Logan. Rick Mad. Creeping Death. Madd Dogg. PC Cradle. Logan. Reckless Jack. Outcast. Bobby Cairo. JJ Biggs. Torture. Jack of Blades.
Logan: The biggest collection of WCF stars named off in order, following WCF's world title history. There was a name seen in red, a name which brought fire, hatred, and greed. His name was Jack of Blades, the current WCF title holder, and the man that has defeated Logan two months in a row. Logan is me. I am Logan. You may also know me as The Face of Treachery.
The blackness of the screen disappears, as we see Logan with a sadistic smile on his face giving everyone a big wink. The screen fades back to black again, as the voice continues.
Logan: What I am, is an on going tuned wrestling machine. My steam has ran short as of late, my gas tank growing emptier by the day, but something recently ignited my fire once again. A certain new comer in the ranks of WCF known only as Davey Boone. I could've cared less about what he has had to say within the day he stepped into WCF, until.. yesterday. Yes, yesterday. Because for today Davey spoke of something that sent chills down my back. In his promo, he took everyone back a year ago, which was one of the greatest come backs in WCF history. Yes, I Logan, returned to WCF only as I would when it reopened a little over a year ago. I made a come back. This washed up old WCF wrestler walked out of his home, put on the old gear, and placed my rusty treachery back into a WCF ring. I'm sure everyone remembers, it was The War. I did the unexpected, won The War, and beat WCF's brightest star at the time.. Dake Ken. I did that because I wanted to. My heart was set on winning the belt, I had a lot to prove to myself, I had to prove that I still had it, and through all the odds.. I came out on top. Last Sunday, at Till Death Do Us Part wasn't exactly me.. so to speak. The world title was in my mind, no doubt about that, but it wasn't exactly in my heart like it used to be. I had no drive. But this, is sadly.. oh so sadly, coming to an end. That's right, boudles. Because me, yes me, The Face of Treachery.
Logan's image quickly reappears again as another wink is given from his smiling face. The screen fades back to darkness.
Logan: I'm turning myself around. I need that belt around my waist, it's what helps me breath. Over the last few weeks the word retirement sunk deep into my skull, yes, it was an idea, and a possibility. But when Jack of Blades defeated me again, for the second time in a row there was no way of me retiring. I'm not going to sleep till' that belt reaches my waist, rather it's for the fifth time, or tenth time it doesn't matter. It's always going to be that way. Jack can't beat me again, it's just not happening. If he plans to succeed at The War, defeat me, and hang on to that belt another month.. then he better be ready to commit murder. This match has become life or death for me, there is no losing, and if I happen to lose.. I will not be able to walk away. Before I mentioned a hand full of names, all world champions. Besides Reckless Jack, and Jack of Blades.. they all held the title proud. Even Torture before he went emo. I held that title proud, it was, and still is the only thing that mattered to me. Recently, Blades has made a disgrace of the belt. He held it for power, and as much as it ate me up inside I dealt with it because we we're allies, friends. I had to stand beside him, watch him wear the belt, and have no respect for it whatsoever. That's why last Sunday, something snapped inside of me. I just couldn't bring myself to see Jack hold that title again, I couldn't see him being victorious. But he was, sadly enough, he is the world champion of this federation that I've died for the last eight years. That's what this business does to you, it eats away at your life, and takes years away from you. I can't go on seeing Blades as champion, that's why at The War I'm putting a final stop. No more parades.
The scene finally comes to full life where we can actually see more than Logan's face as his surroundings. Logan is taking his sweet time in a grocery store, looking over at items, comparing prices, and then throwing the more expensive item to the floor as he pockets the cheaper. Logan is wearing a huge coat, which makes smuggling food, or would I say.. stealing food a bit easier as he makes his way through the store. The camera man, whom is following him, and taping his illegal actions begins to speak.
Camera Man: What are we doing here, Logan?
Logan: Meeting an old friend, so just do your job, shut up, and follow me around.
Logan walks down the top of store looking down the rows of food searching for a certain someone. As he searches, looking down each row, he turns his head to the camera man.
Logan: This reminds me of being a little kid.
Camera Man: Huh?
Logan: You never accidentally got spilt up with your Mom, and then you retrace your steps looking for her down each row, but then you come to find out that she's all the way on the other side of the store like she somehow ran over there purposely so you couldn't find her?
Camera Man: No. My Mother loved me.
Logan: .... oh, ah ha!
Logan stops on the freezer section spotting his old friend. It appears to be Bobby Dole, whom has the door open of a freezer, and is pressing his chest against the cold glass. He has his shirt raised up over his face, nipples cold, and exposed.
Logan: He hasn't changed much.
Logan approaches him.
Logan: Dole.
Bobby Dole: Yes, Logan.
Logan: Long time no.. er, uh, see long, no.. wait. Long time no nipples?
Bobby Dole: Yes, long time no see. But as you can clearly see, my nipples are becoming frozen.
Through this conversation Bobby Dole doesn't dare to move away from the cold glass, as his nipples are tightly pushed against them.
Logan: I've got to ask.. what's with the nipples?
Bobby Dole: Well, as you know, Logan.. I'm running for president in 2008.
This leaves Logan clueless, not giving him much of an explanation.
Logan: Oh, right. That makes sense.
Dole's eyes turn to Logan to catch his confusion. Bobby sighs.
Bobby Dole: Fine. I'll explain.
Logan: Please.
Bobby Dole: I exercise this nipple freezing process three hours a day. If I happen to fail, or be killed as my term of presidency in the upcoming years then my nipples will be frozen for the test of time. Whenever they want me back as president, they can thaw out my nipples, and reelect me whenever they wish.
Logan rubs his chin.
Bobby Dole: Oh don't doubt Logan, don't doubt. In days this process will be popular, days.. ha.. hours. They will be able to genetically revive a living human bean just by getting DNA data from nipples.
Logan: In hours this technology will be available?
Bobby Dole: Dare day.. minutes?
Logan: Hm..
Bobby Dole: And it will be I, yes the former President of The United States whom discovered this great technology. You know Logan, I've always been quite good at seeing into the future. It's been like a special trait of mine.
Logan: I know, that was the reason we're meeting today.
Bobby Dole: What's on your mind?
Beeping noise begins to go off, Dole looks down at his watch.
Bobby Dole: Oh, wait Logan. It's time for me to release my nipples from the cold.
Dole steps back, but doesn't exactly move as much as he wanted too. His nipples appear to be stuck to the glass.
Bobby Dole: Hm, interesting.
Dole pushes his hands against the glass door trying to pull himself free.
Bobby Dole: They must've wanted these corn dogs to be hard as rocks today.
Logan: You know, in Farm Fresh they don't really freeze their frozen goods too much.
Bobby Dole: Exactly, and it's where I usually go.. I've never had this problem before.
Logan: Damn you Food Lion.
Bobby Dole: Indeed. My first action as president in 2008 will be to raise the temperature of frozen goods. I mean come on, they must have to microwave pot pies for hours. This is ridiculous.
Logan: Honestly I prefer my pot pies in the oven, but.. to each is own.
Dole budges some more, but no progress. He suddenly sighs giving up for the moment. Logan goes to help.
Bobby Dole: No, Logan. This is my invention, I discovered it first, and I need no help.
Logan: If that's what you want.
Bobby Dole: So, what did you want to ask me?
Logan: Do you uh, think I'm uh, getting washed up? You know.. too old for wrestling?
Dole stares blankly at Logan before slapping him.
Logan: Ow..
Bobby Dole: Nonsense Logan, the only thing too washed up or old in this business is Shannan Lerch's panties, and you should know that better than all people.
Logan, and Dole high five.
Logan: Haha, I feel better about myself. Your right, Dole. I'm not washed up. I'll see you around.
Logan pats Dole on the back as he walks away from his madness.
Bobby Dole: I'll let you know how this worked out.
The scene fades to complete black again, and nothing is available but Logan's voice. This dark scenes must've been previously recorded.
Logan: So.. me, Jack of Blades, and Jesper against the Alliance of Violence this Sunday. You really couldn't expect the mastermind Seth Lerch to think of something more creative, or better than this could you? Ha, let's all give him a moment, and clap. Let's appreciate his stupid genius. How many big pointless tag matches is he going to book before he finally realizes he just did the same thing a week before?Partnering rivals to face other boudles. Does it really look like I want to team up with Blades? Especially after what happened last week? Heh, not really. Sure we've been tag team champions before, and the best of friends. But today, and the following day.. I hate Jack of Blades. I hate him for everything he stands for, I hate the way he simply just uses the WCF championship for his own personal success. He doesn't care about pride, honor, or what others have done before him to build this company to what it is today. None of that concerns him, and it tears away at my soul. Yes, I'll say it.. who does he think he is? If anyone thinks they can do what they want in this company, it's me, and I've earned the right to do it. I am treachery, the feelings of others don't concern me. I don't care if Blades thinks I befriended him or not, but the months we we're allies I did know one thing about Jack. He was just like me in a way. Only in a ruthless way, that is. Jack won't get the best of me ever again, I'm far too over it to let him get my shoulders to the mat again. This Sunday is going to be a slight different than any other, it's not going to be your ordinary stupid tag team match where two enemies are paired together. No, I have a special surprise for Blades, and the AoV. It's going to be a surprise like no other. The next rise of treachery is on it's way to WCF, and at Slam.. everyone will finally realize the truth.
The voice fades away.
