Post by logan on Oct 23, 2006 18:48:38 GMT -5
(This RP was originally intended to be a joint RP, with me, and Jack of Blades. But unfortunately, he had to leave. So he was only in the RP briefly.)
The scene comes to life, as the camera gets a shot of a black solid door with the white letters of "Team of Treachery" fancily engraved in the wood. The door slowly swings open, and we find a black room. Everything is black, the walls, the table, the chairs, the carpet, and a half lighten light bulb swings above the table. Logan is sitting toward the end of the table, and looks pretty lonely.
Logan: Don't worry Butch, I'll keep you company.
Logan sighs.
Logan: Where is all the guys at? I told them we had a meeting today, I mean this could be the last T.o.T meeting. Eh, don't talk like that Logan. We're T.o.T, this place has poisoned the veins of WCF with treachery for years, and it will continue to do so. The New Dynasty is just another anti-treachery group, and there has been plenty of them Logan. Yes, I guess your right.. but they have Torture, and I hate that boudle. Don't worry Logan, you see.. Torture must be pinned if Dynasty has to lose, Torture has no way out of this Logan. Hm, Butch, your right. Torture MUST be pinned, he HAS to be pinned. Finally my shot at revenge, I love it. I finally get to prove to everyone that Torture is just a fake, just a paper champion, just a chump. Well, Logan, the title isn't actually on the line this Sunday.. just our groups. Hm? Oh, well.. that's fine anyway. Torture can hold on to his little title anyway, we all know who the real champ is. All I can care about is seeing Torture failing, and we're going be the men to do that Butch. Me, and you. Well, and the T.o.T. But damnit, I want that pin fall! You know Butch, this is going be magic.. not only do I get to pin Torture this Sunday, but we get to eliminate The New Dynasty in the process. This is the turning point of WCF, you know it Butch. Without The Dynasty, Torture doesn't have anyone to stand behind. His title reign will run short without his buddies watching out for him, and his time will slowly come to an end. To me, he is already fading away.. did you actually see how much trouble he had with Chino. Now, Chino was a nobody, a up, and comer.. a new guy to the business. But yes, he nearly defeated Torture, and sadly probably would have if it wasn't for that interference. Butch, I'm getting lonely man.. I need to stop talking to myself. But Logan, you are talking to yourself. I know this, I need a interviewer, or something.
Logan picks up the phone on the table, putting it on speaker, and making a phone call. Ring. Ring. Ring.
Voice: Hello?
Logan: Hank! How you been, buddy?
Voice: This is his wife, and Hank is busy at the moment.
Logan: Is he interviewing Torture?! That back stabbing bitch, he's MY interviewer.
Hank's Wife: No, we're in the hospital right now. I'm giving birth!
Logan: Oh..
Hank's Wife: Would you like to speak with Hank?
Logan: Uh, yeah..
A brief moment, we hear screaming in the background.
Hank: Hello!
Logan: Don't yell at me, boudle.
Hank: Logan! I'm a daddy!
Logan: Uh, yeah.. great news. Why is your wife answering your cell phone?
Hank: Who cares, oh crap.. it's a boy!
Logan: I need an interview, right now.
Hank: Get someone else.
Logan: But, I want you to interview me..
Hank: My wife is about to have a baby!
Logan: I don't care! Come to the WCF headquarters at once, I've got a important freaking match this weekend you boudle, and all you can talk about is having a freakin baby! Your fired Hank, no more interviewing me.
Logan hangs up the phone, cursing under his breath. The door inside the T.o.T office opens, and there stands Jack of Blades.
Jack of Blades: Freakin' hospitals. I have as much right to see that child as much as he does. I'm it's father! Oh well, if it is black I'll just give a call to Brad and Angelina. Could be a very nice little earner...
Logan: Jack! It's good to see you. Here I thought, no one would show.. I thought no one cared about the team at first. But, not you Jack.. you care, right? You do? Eh, uh.. Logan.. stop acting like an excited school girl. I'm not Butch!
Logan slaps his forehead.
Logan: Jack, please have a seat.
Jack of Blades: I'm not one for sitting. I prefer to be the only schizophrenic in any room at any given moment. I'm just here to use the bathroom.
Logan points behind him and Jack follows his direction, leaving. Logan sighs, putting his face down into his crossed arms.
Logan: I was right, Butch. Maybe nobody cares. Eh, they do Logan.. just because they don't want to show up to these stupid T.o.T meetings doesn't mean they won't go out there this Sunday, and fight for T.o.T.
Logan's head pops up.
Logan: Fight for T.o.T? Your right. I didn't exactly realize that, but we are fighting for something. Not only for our group, but our belief in WCF. We're fighting to keep our dream alive, our dream of treachery. Well, here I am again.. lonely. I tried to get a hold of everyone in T.o.T, but Jack was the only one to show.. even though it was briefly. That's fine, your right Butch I'm sure their all excited about this match as much as me. So, were you serious about firing Hank Brown? Yes, why not Butch. He thinks just because him, and his boudle wife can have a baby that he can't show up to my meeting as an interviewer. A bit harsh, Logan? Harsh? You want to talk about harsh? You stole a little kids hotdog as that zoo last week! That's bitter, harsh. Heh, I seem to be growing on you, Logan. Yes, indeed. Butch, your like a big zit that can't be popped, and you just keep getting bigger. Logan, whoa.. you've had them kinds of zit before? No, I was just saying.. you know kind've like a metaphor.
Logan looks around the big empty black room.
Logan: Maybe I can get the guys together this week, go bowling or something. Right Logan, go bowling.. your lame. I'm not lame, Butch. The Chicago Bears do it, they go bowling, and party as a team together. Their like what, 6-0 now? That's foot ball, and who cares about the Bears. Oh well, I'm sure the guys had a good reason not to show up today..
The scene jumps to Lawnmower Jones, whom is sitting on a couch upside down with his head on the floor, watching T.V. The camera then skips to JJ Biggs, whom is sitting on a toilet reading a magazine.
Logan: Yeah, their probably real busy right. I'm sure they really wanted to come to my meeting, but eh.. whatever.
Logan reaches up, turning off the light as the scene fades to darkness.
The scene comes to life, as the camera gets a shot of a black solid door with the white letters of "Team of Treachery" fancily engraved in the wood. The door slowly swings open, and we find a black room. Everything is black, the walls, the table, the chairs, the carpet, and a half lighten light bulb swings above the table. Logan is sitting toward the end of the table, and looks pretty lonely.
Logan: Don't worry Butch, I'll keep you company.
Logan sighs.
Logan: Where is all the guys at? I told them we had a meeting today, I mean this could be the last T.o.T meeting. Eh, don't talk like that Logan. We're T.o.T, this place has poisoned the veins of WCF with treachery for years, and it will continue to do so. The New Dynasty is just another anti-treachery group, and there has been plenty of them Logan. Yes, I guess your right.. but they have Torture, and I hate that boudle. Don't worry Logan, you see.. Torture must be pinned if Dynasty has to lose, Torture has no way out of this Logan. Hm, Butch, your right. Torture MUST be pinned, he HAS to be pinned. Finally my shot at revenge, I love it. I finally get to prove to everyone that Torture is just a fake, just a paper champion, just a chump. Well, Logan, the title isn't actually on the line this Sunday.. just our groups. Hm? Oh, well.. that's fine anyway. Torture can hold on to his little title anyway, we all know who the real champ is. All I can care about is seeing Torture failing, and we're going be the men to do that Butch. Me, and you. Well, and the T.o.T. But damnit, I want that pin fall! You know Butch, this is going be magic.. not only do I get to pin Torture this Sunday, but we get to eliminate The New Dynasty in the process. This is the turning point of WCF, you know it Butch. Without The Dynasty, Torture doesn't have anyone to stand behind. His title reign will run short without his buddies watching out for him, and his time will slowly come to an end. To me, he is already fading away.. did you actually see how much trouble he had with Chino. Now, Chino was a nobody, a up, and comer.. a new guy to the business. But yes, he nearly defeated Torture, and sadly probably would have if it wasn't for that interference. Butch, I'm getting lonely man.. I need to stop talking to myself. But Logan, you are talking to yourself. I know this, I need a interviewer, or something.
Logan picks up the phone on the table, putting it on speaker, and making a phone call. Ring. Ring. Ring.
Voice: Hello?
Logan: Hank! How you been, buddy?
Voice: This is his wife, and Hank is busy at the moment.
Logan: Is he interviewing Torture?! That back stabbing bitch, he's MY interviewer.
Hank's Wife: No, we're in the hospital right now. I'm giving birth!
Logan: Oh..
Hank's Wife: Would you like to speak with Hank?
Logan: Uh, yeah..
A brief moment, we hear screaming in the background.
Hank: Hello!
Logan: Don't yell at me, boudle.
Hank: Logan! I'm a daddy!
Logan: Uh, yeah.. great news. Why is your wife answering your cell phone?
Hank: Who cares, oh crap.. it's a boy!
Logan: I need an interview, right now.
Hank: Get someone else.
Logan: But, I want you to interview me..
Hank: My wife is about to have a baby!
Logan: I don't care! Come to the WCF headquarters at once, I've got a important freaking match this weekend you boudle, and all you can talk about is having a freakin baby! Your fired Hank, no more interviewing me.
Logan hangs up the phone, cursing under his breath. The door inside the T.o.T office opens, and there stands Jack of Blades.
Jack of Blades: Freakin' hospitals. I have as much right to see that child as much as he does. I'm it's father! Oh well, if it is black I'll just give a call to Brad and Angelina. Could be a very nice little earner...
Logan: Jack! It's good to see you. Here I thought, no one would show.. I thought no one cared about the team at first. But, not you Jack.. you care, right? You do? Eh, uh.. Logan.. stop acting like an excited school girl. I'm not Butch!
Logan slaps his forehead.
Logan: Jack, please have a seat.
Jack of Blades: I'm not one for sitting. I prefer to be the only schizophrenic in any room at any given moment. I'm just here to use the bathroom.
Logan points behind him and Jack follows his direction, leaving. Logan sighs, putting his face down into his crossed arms.
Logan: I was right, Butch. Maybe nobody cares. Eh, they do Logan.. just because they don't want to show up to these stupid T.o.T meetings doesn't mean they won't go out there this Sunday, and fight for T.o.T.
Logan's head pops up.
Logan: Fight for T.o.T? Your right. I didn't exactly realize that, but we are fighting for something. Not only for our group, but our belief in WCF. We're fighting to keep our dream alive, our dream of treachery. Well, here I am again.. lonely. I tried to get a hold of everyone in T.o.T, but Jack was the only one to show.. even though it was briefly. That's fine, your right Butch I'm sure their all excited about this match as much as me. So, were you serious about firing Hank Brown? Yes, why not Butch. He thinks just because him, and his boudle wife can have a baby that he can't show up to my meeting as an interviewer. A bit harsh, Logan? Harsh? You want to talk about harsh? You stole a little kids hotdog as that zoo last week! That's bitter, harsh. Heh, I seem to be growing on you, Logan. Yes, indeed. Butch, your like a big zit that can't be popped, and you just keep getting bigger. Logan, whoa.. you've had them kinds of zit before? No, I was just saying.. you know kind've like a metaphor.
Logan looks around the big empty black room.
Logan: Maybe I can get the guys together this week, go bowling or something. Right Logan, go bowling.. your lame. I'm not lame, Butch. The Chicago Bears do it, they go bowling, and party as a team together. Their like what, 6-0 now? That's foot ball, and who cares about the Bears. Oh well, I'm sure the guys had a good reason not to show up today..
The scene jumps to Lawnmower Jones, whom is sitting on a couch upside down with his head on the floor, watching T.V. The camera then skips to JJ Biggs, whom is sitting on a toilet reading a magazine.
Logan: Yeah, their probably real busy right. I'm sure they really wanted to come to my meeting, but eh.. whatever.
Logan reaches up, turning off the light as the scene fades to darkness.
