Post by logan on Apr 3, 2007 20:42:19 GMT -5
Let me begin to grace your eyes with the greatest RP of ALLLL time!
The scene awakens back to life like a patient lying upon his death bed in a hospital whom once had no pulse a second ago but suddenly regains a beating in his heart. Anywho, the scene opens up to any boudle that wants to waste their life watching (reading) Logan's next promo on television. The red headed step child sits in his living room, by red headed, yes, I mean a red headed nine year old sitting comfortably on the floor of his parents clean living room in front of the television. His favorite WCF wrestler of all time happens to be shooting a promo, as he watches, he notices Logan with Joe Smith, a very familiar site, the two have become inseparable lately. That wouldn't indicate any thought that the two might be homosexual, because their NOT, but yes, that thought has ran through the little red headed child's mind, and yes.. it is 2007 I guess. So really, it's only natural it'd skip across his tiny third grade education brain. Back on the television Logan is in his locker room with Joe, and it doesn't get any more simple than that.
Logan: Blow up doll?
Joe Smith: Done.
Logan: Fake title belt..?
Joe Smith: Done.
Logan: Fake Logan's?!
Joe Smith: Done.
Logan: T.o.T?
Joe Smith: Done, and done.
Logan: Picking up two hookers, and eight pounds of lotion?
Joe Smith: Done.
Logan: Really..?
Joe Smith nods.
Logan: Was I drunk?
Joe Smith: Uh, no.. that was last Sunday.
Logan: Ah. I must be getting muleskinners.
Joe Smith: What's muleskinners?
Logan: I haven't got a clue. That's not much more ideas I can come up with anymore, in my long annoying stay in WCF I've pretty much done just about anything you could possibly think about. Yes, I've had sex with Shannan Lerch. Yes, I've.. wait, I think that sums it up.
Joe Smith: I'd say so.
Logan: So.. what now..?
Joe Smith: Well, you've got Mike Ragnal to fight at Blast.
Logan: I know. I know.
Joe Smith: I've got to ask you something though, what's going on with Madd Dogg?
Logan: What's going on with Madd Dogg? He's up at Mikey D's right now picking up a cup of that one dollar sweet tea.
Joe Smith: Huh..?
Logan: Yeah, he like does whatever I say now. For some strange reason he thinks I'm master. I'm starting to think that long term drug use he endured while thinking of that euthanasia match finally paid off.
Joe Smith: That explains it.
Logan nods.
Logan: Well, I guess I'm a good guy now.. so what should I say about Mike?
Joe shrugs.
Logan: Hm.. boudle? That sounds about right. Love me, or hate me, everyone is still a boudle. Mike, your new, you want a name for yourself, and the best thing you could do right now is get a victory over me. I guess that would bump you up the ladder. You beat Rick Mad last week.. so what? Who the hell hasn't beat Rick Mad. That boudle has been washed up ever since he started wrestling. Good job Mike, you beat Mad. I guess I shouldn't talk too bad about him, he's beaten me before.. kinda. Others may think high of you Mike, others may think your even the next Chris Avery, but honestly.. who the hell was he? He came, and went in the matter of a month. That's not somebody you'd want to be compared too, but yeah.. I'm sure you've heard that backstage. Know what you should set your goals for? Me. Why doesn't somebody come, and try to be the next me. It will never happen. You think anybody you see here today is going to rough it out for eight years, ha.. no. Your not it Mike, you're just the typical boudle that's going to lose, and then we'll never hear from you again. Anyhow, maybe I could shed some sort of good light on this.. good luck Mike, who knows, maybe I'm wrong.
The red head child whom was watching this promo suddenly falls back with a nose bleed as Logan's scene on the television fades out.
The scene awakens back to life like a patient lying upon his death bed in a hospital whom once had no pulse a second ago but suddenly regains a beating in his heart. Anywho, the scene opens up to any boudle that wants to waste their life watching (reading) Logan's next promo on television. The red headed step child sits in his living room, by red headed, yes, I mean a red headed nine year old sitting comfortably on the floor of his parents clean living room in front of the television. His favorite WCF wrestler of all time happens to be shooting a promo, as he watches, he notices Logan with Joe Smith, a very familiar site, the two have become inseparable lately. That wouldn't indicate any thought that the two might be homosexual, because their NOT, but yes, that thought has ran through the little red headed child's mind, and yes.. it is 2007 I guess. So really, it's only natural it'd skip across his tiny third grade education brain. Back on the television Logan is in his locker room with Joe, and it doesn't get any more simple than that.
Logan: Blow up doll?
Joe Smith: Done.
Logan: Fake title belt..?
Joe Smith: Done.
Logan: Fake Logan's?!
Joe Smith: Done.
Logan: T.o.T?
Joe Smith: Done, and done.
Logan: Picking up two hookers, and eight pounds of lotion?
Joe Smith: Done.
Logan: Really..?
Joe Smith nods.
Logan: Was I drunk?
Joe Smith: Uh, no.. that was last Sunday.
Logan: Ah. I must be getting muleskinners.
Joe Smith: What's muleskinners?
Logan: I haven't got a clue. That's not much more ideas I can come up with anymore, in my long annoying stay in WCF I've pretty much done just about anything you could possibly think about. Yes, I've had sex with Shannan Lerch. Yes, I've.. wait, I think that sums it up.
Joe Smith: I'd say so.
Logan: So.. what now..?
Joe Smith: Well, you've got Mike Ragnal to fight at Blast.
Logan: I know. I know.
Joe Smith: I've got to ask you something though, what's going on with Madd Dogg?
Logan: What's going on with Madd Dogg? He's up at Mikey D's right now picking up a cup of that one dollar sweet tea.
Joe Smith: Huh..?
Logan: Yeah, he like does whatever I say now. For some strange reason he thinks I'm master. I'm starting to think that long term drug use he endured while thinking of that euthanasia match finally paid off.
Joe Smith: That explains it.
Logan nods.
Logan: Well, I guess I'm a good guy now.. so what should I say about Mike?
Joe shrugs.
Logan: Hm.. boudle? That sounds about right. Love me, or hate me, everyone is still a boudle. Mike, your new, you want a name for yourself, and the best thing you could do right now is get a victory over me. I guess that would bump you up the ladder. You beat Rick Mad last week.. so what? Who the hell hasn't beat Rick Mad. That boudle has been washed up ever since he started wrestling. Good job Mike, you beat Mad. I guess I shouldn't talk too bad about him, he's beaten me before.. kinda. Others may think high of you Mike, others may think your even the next Chris Avery, but honestly.. who the hell was he? He came, and went in the matter of a month. That's not somebody you'd want to be compared too, but yeah.. I'm sure you've heard that backstage. Know what you should set your goals for? Me. Why doesn't somebody come, and try to be the next me. It will never happen. You think anybody you see here today is going to rough it out for eight years, ha.. no. Your not it Mike, you're just the typical boudle that's going to lose, and then we'll never hear from you again. Anyhow, maybe I could shed some sort of good light on this.. good luck Mike, who knows, maybe I'm wrong.
The red head child whom was watching this promo suddenly falls back with a nose bleed as Logan's scene on the television fades out.
