Post by logan on Jan 1, 2007 21:03:18 GMT -5
(Joint RP credited by Jack of Blades, and myself.)
The scene opens up inside a huge room with hundreds of photographers, and reports. An enormous load of buzzing comes from the crowd as Jack of Blades, and Logan sit side by side in the middle of a long table with other various WCF officials as the words "One" are printed on the wall in a fancy way above their heads. Logan appears to be in a good mood with a big grin on his face, and Jack of Blades just looks.. himself.
Reporter #1: Logan, how does it feel to be finally going to the main event at One after spending all these years in WCF?
Logan: It feels damn good, and WCF couldn't have found two better superstars to put into the main event. At first, I'll admit, I was a little pissed off that I had to fight someone else again for my contenders match at the world title.. but after I beat Creeping Death, and found out I was facing my treachery mate here things seemed to get a little bit better.
The photographers continue to flash their cameras.
Jack of Blades: Before we get any further, I'd just like to say that we're not angry at Mimi and we just want her to come back home. We love you and miss you and if somebody knows where she is please contact the police. Please.
Logan: This isn't a missing persons plea...
Jack of Blades: Oh!
Logan: Ha, speaking of which.. who is this Mimi? You finally settle down Jack, and find someone sane enough to put up with you?
Before Blades can answer, Logan pats him on the back. The photographers laugh at the interplay of the colleagues and team members. Jack, supposedly choosing to play the fool for this meeting, looks at the parasitic journalists with less contempt than usual. The air seems slightly more vibrant than it should with the interviewees and the interviewers enjoying the action. That is until a solitary female journalist rises from her chair attracting the attention of all the others. Blades immediately lowers his face into his hands observing her as one of those professional go-getters he wishes would fall into extinction.
Sally Hammond: Sally Hammond, Fighting Sports Magazine. (She sighs as she says this suggesting that she is not happy with her position or at least the subject matter of her literary career for the moment.) Logan, as a veteran of the main event and as an established ally of Mr. Blades, is there any advice you'd like to hand out to him in preparation for the big time?
Logan: Hm, be yourself, and don't let your guard down. Not much more I could add on that subject, I mean.. not everyone can be The Face of Treachery. I will tell you this though, I'm not too big on giving anyone advice, and Blades doesn't really need any. Jack reminds me of a young.. me. He has the same determination in his eyes as I once did when I first ripped through the ranks of WCF. I was fresh, new, and something nobody had ever seen before. That's Blades, now. I guess I could tell him that though, he is right beside me after all..
Logan lets off a quick chuckle before glaring at the girl whom asked him that question. Another young female reporter makes her presence known.
Random Boudle Reporter: Jack, first I'd like to congrat you on your award for wrestler of the year for 06 last Sunday on Slam. Do you see yourself winning this award next year, and how does it feel to step into the ring with your former treachery mate Logan for the biggest prize in WCF on the biggest stage of them all?
Jack of Blades: First of all, I'm relatively indifferent on the topic of facing Logan at One. Admittedly, we'll give the fans a good time, we'll entertain ourselves but what you will be inevitably watching is a heated, friendly yet not complacent, encounter of technical savvy. I wanted so much to crush someone's face into the mat on the biggest night of my life: Torture, Creeping Death, Oprah. And thank you for acknowledging my supremecy over you. Consider that show of appreciation from me and my partner to be the biggest moment of your life. Yes, you at the back who I thought was here solely for the sugar cookies...
(Through chewing.) Sugar Cookie Journalist: Yeah, um...Blades, are you and Logan still on good terms...it's just that you made that comment about the future arriving? What did you mean by that?
(Angered.) Jack of Blades: What do you mean 'what do I mean' about the inescapable routine of the future? The future has to arrive. Didn't you watch Terminator 3? The future has to happen. It's been technically, logically and consummately proven. You cannot deny the future. You want to dispute general, infallable physics? You want to take this outside? I'll get Stephen Hawkins in his Deathmobile and resurrect Newton and we'll go downtown on your heretic ass. Come on!
At this, Blades launches a table across the room agitated that someone has had the gall to question the relatively stringent nature of progressive time. Logan rests a hand on his shoulder and brings him back down to the chair as he takes another question.
Generic Reporter: Logan, despite what you've said about this being a great scenario to be in; wouldn't you have prefered to face and by extension beat someone else say a certain 'Torture?'
Logan looks over to Blades with a confused but yet frustrated look forming over his face, he then turns his hated attention back to the reporter.
Logan: WE DON'T MENTION THAT NAME IN WCF ANYMORE! BOUDLE!
Logan slams his fist on the table.
Logan: We refer to him as the boudle that could. You see, that certain boudle reminded me of that little story about the train which had a hard time trucking up the mountain. I think I'm getting this story right, but everyone should pretty much know what I'm relating to. Tortur.. err.. the boudle that could reminded me of that story, someone that went through many challenges, and false calls. But when he finally reached the top of the hill, the boudle that could.. quit. He left it all, and quit trucking. The boudle that could thinks hes the best? Ha! Our match was all politics, everyone in WCF knew it then, and they damn sure know it now. You know, I really don't want to hear his name mentioned ever again. Quite frankly to me, it's not worth mentioning. I'm going to pull some strings with Seth Lerch, oh, and you boudles know I can. Anyhow, I'm going to pull some strings so to speak, and make sure that anyone whoever dares to mention the name "Torture" again will be fined...
Logan pauses, as if reacting the scene from Austin Powers.
Logan: ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS!
The reporters, and such buzz before a few of them begin laughing.
Another Random Reporter: That's good to know Logan, I'm sure we will all keep that in mind.
Logan: Oh.. you better.
Reporter #666: Blades! I'm sure it's no secret to WCF, or anyone else.. but you, and Logan at this moment in WCF are two of the top hated guys WCF has to offer. The fans can't stand you guys. How do you think it looks with two top assholes.. erhm, excuse me.. two top hated fellows fighting it out for the belt at One?
Jack of Blades: Pretty much akin to Bush versus Saddam. Except without the seemingly beyond-possible stupidity and death parts...I tire of this. My fervent belief in linear time has been questioned and my associate here has had his ears insulted by the mention of a certain deserter. Logan, care to finish this or shall I just get Jesper in here to make a public display featuring a melon baller, this table and a position playfuller referred to as the 'Silence of the Hams?'
Logan: As much as I'd love to hang around, and be botherd by these boudle reporters.. that little deal with Jesper doesn't sound that bad.
Logan looks down at his watch before standing to his feet.
Logan: Tonight is porn nig--
Logan coughs.
Logan: Uh, poker night, and I've got to get going. Enjoy the show boudles, and boudles.
Before Logan exits to the back he cuts the lights off. The lights flicker back into life revealling a naked, although positioned in such a fashion that this doesn't become particularly disturbing, holding a melon baller in a way befitting someone looking to commit seppuku except the baller is angled at his anus as opposed to his torso. As the journalists revel at this site, we hear the cruel laughter of Blades chide them from afar leaving them to suffer the indignity of the 'Silence.'
The scene opens up inside a huge room with hundreds of photographers, and reports. An enormous load of buzzing comes from the crowd as Jack of Blades, and Logan sit side by side in the middle of a long table with other various WCF officials as the words "One" are printed on the wall in a fancy way above their heads. Logan appears to be in a good mood with a big grin on his face, and Jack of Blades just looks.. himself.
Reporter #1: Logan, how does it feel to be finally going to the main event at One after spending all these years in WCF?
Logan: It feels damn good, and WCF couldn't have found two better superstars to put into the main event. At first, I'll admit, I was a little pissed off that I had to fight someone else again for my contenders match at the world title.. but after I beat Creeping Death, and found out I was facing my treachery mate here things seemed to get a little bit better.
The photographers continue to flash their cameras.
Jack of Blades: Before we get any further, I'd just like to say that we're not angry at Mimi and we just want her to come back home. We love you and miss you and if somebody knows where she is please contact the police. Please.
Logan: This isn't a missing persons plea...
Jack of Blades: Oh!
Logan: Ha, speaking of which.. who is this Mimi? You finally settle down Jack, and find someone sane enough to put up with you?
Before Blades can answer, Logan pats him on the back. The photographers laugh at the interplay of the colleagues and team members. Jack, supposedly choosing to play the fool for this meeting, looks at the parasitic journalists with less contempt than usual. The air seems slightly more vibrant than it should with the interviewees and the interviewers enjoying the action. That is until a solitary female journalist rises from her chair attracting the attention of all the others. Blades immediately lowers his face into his hands observing her as one of those professional go-getters he wishes would fall into extinction.
Sally Hammond: Sally Hammond, Fighting Sports Magazine. (She sighs as she says this suggesting that she is not happy with her position or at least the subject matter of her literary career for the moment.) Logan, as a veteran of the main event and as an established ally of Mr. Blades, is there any advice you'd like to hand out to him in preparation for the big time?
Logan: Hm, be yourself, and don't let your guard down. Not much more I could add on that subject, I mean.. not everyone can be The Face of Treachery. I will tell you this though, I'm not too big on giving anyone advice, and Blades doesn't really need any. Jack reminds me of a young.. me. He has the same determination in his eyes as I once did when I first ripped through the ranks of WCF. I was fresh, new, and something nobody had ever seen before. That's Blades, now. I guess I could tell him that though, he is right beside me after all..
Logan lets off a quick chuckle before glaring at the girl whom asked him that question. Another young female reporter makes her presence known.
Random Boudle Reporter: Jack, first I'd like to congrat you on your award for wrestler of the year for 06 last Sunday on Slam. Do you see yourself winning this award next year, and how does it feel to step into the ring with your former treachery mate Logan for the biggest prize in WCF on the biggest stage of them all?
Jack of Blades: First of all, I'm relatively indifferent on the topic of facing Logan at One. Admittedly, we'll give the fans a good time, we'll entertain ourselves but what you will be inevitably watching is a heated, friendly yet not complacent, encounter of technical savvy. I wanted so much to crush someone's face into the mat on the biggest night of my life: Torture, Creeping Death, Oprah. And thank you for acknowledging my supremecy over you. Consider that show of appreciation from me and my partner to be the biggest moment of your life. Yes, you at the back who I thought was here solely for the sugar cookies...
(Through chewing.) Sugar Cookie Journalist: Yeah, um...Blades, are you and Logan still on good terms...it's just that you made that comment about the future arriving? What did you mean by that?
(Angered.) Jack of Blades: What do you mean 'what do I mean' about the inescapable routine of the future? The future has to arrive. Didn't you watch Terminator 3? The future has to happen. It's been technically, logically and consummately proven. You cannot deny the future. You want to dispute general, infallable physics? You want to take this outside? I'll get Stephen Hawkins in his Deathmobile and resurrect Newton and we'll go downtown on your heretic ass. Come on!
At this, Blades launches a table across the room agitated that someone has had the gall to question the relatively stringent nature of progressive time. Logan rests a hand on his shoulder and brings him back down to the chair as he takes another question.
Generic Reporter: Logan, despite what you've said about this being a great scenario to be in; wouldn't you have prefered to face and by extension beat someone else say a certain 'Torture?'
Logan looks over to Blades with a confused but yet frustrated look forming over his face, he then turns his hated attention back to the reporter.
Logan: WE DON'T MENTION THAT NAME IN WCF ANYMORE! BOUDLE!
Logan slams his fist on the table.
Logan: We refer to him as the boudle that could. You see, that certain boudle reminded me of that little story about the train which had a hard time trucking up the mountain. I think I'm getting this story right, but everyone should pretty much know what I'm relating to. Tortur.. err.. the boudle that could reminded me of that story, someone that went through many challenges, and false calls. But when he finally reached the top of the hill, the boudle that could.. quit. He left it all, and quit trucking. The boudle that could thinks hes the best? Ha! Our match was all politics, everyone in WCF knew it then, and they damn sure know it now. You know, I really don't want to hear his name mentioned ever again. Quite frankly to me, it's not worth mentioning. I'm going to pull some strings with Seth Lerch, oh, and you boudles know I can. Anyhow, I'm going to pull some strings so to speak, and make sure that anyone whoever dares to mention the name "Torture" again will be fined...
Logan pauses, as if reacting the scene from Austin Powers.
Logan: ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS!
The reporters, and such buzz before a few of them begin laughing.
Another Random Reporter: That's good to know Logan, I'm sure we will all keep that in mind.
Logan: Oh.. you better.
Reporter #666: Blades! I'm sure it's no secret to WCF, or anyone else.. but you, and Logan at this moment in WCF are two of the top hated guys WCF has to offer. The fans can't stand you guys. How do you think it looks with two top assholes.. erhm, excuse me.. two top hated fellows fighting it out for the belt at One?
Jack of Blades: Pretty much akin to Bush versus Saddam. Except without the seemingly beyond-possible stupidity and death parts...I tire of this. My fervent belief in linear time has been questioned and my associate here has had his ears insulted by the mention of a certain deserter. Logan, care to finish this or shall I just get Jesper in here to make a public display featuring a melon baller, this table and a position playfuller referred to as the 'Silence of the Hams?'
Logan: As much as I'd love to hang around, and be botherd by these boudle reporters.. that little deal with Jesper doesn't sound that bad.
Logan looks down at his watch before standing to his feet.
Logan: Tonight is porn nig--
Logan coughs.
Logan: Uh, poker night, and I've got to get going. Enjoy the show boudles, and boudles.
Before Logan exits to the back he cuts the lights off. The lights flicker back into life revealling a naked, although positioned in such a fashion that this doesn't become particularly disturbing, holding a melon baller in a way befitting someone looking to commit seppuku except the baller is angled at his anus as opposed to his torso. As the journalists revel at this site, we hear the cruel laughter of Blades chide them from afar leaving them to suffer the indignity of the 'Silence.'
