Post by logan on Nov 21, 2006 17:21:38 GMT -5
The scene comes to life, as we get a shot of a large crowd standing in a line, well, not standing, but sitting. A huge line of people form from the front entrance of the store, and all the way around to the back. Logan is about mid way in line, and is sitting on a blanket with Joe Smith. The blanket Logan sits on is a red, and white sheet. Beside him sits a small basket full of sandwiches.
Joe Smith: This is taking forever. Logan, is this really necessary?
Logan: Oh, very necessary.
Joe Smith: There are more important things to do than play nintendo.
Logan: It's called an Playstation 3 you idiot, and no.. there is NOT better things to do.
Joe Smith: Yeah, but we've been in line for like three hours.
Logan: SHUT UP! I just brought you along to keep me company, and you should be happy that your getting to spend some time with the greatest wrestler in WCF.
Joe stares at Logan.
Logan: What's wrong?
Joe Smith: This is dumb.
Logan: You hungry? I've got sandwiches.
Joe Smith: No thanks.
Logan picks up a sandwich taking a bite out of it, and the line begins to slowly move forward before stopping again. Three feet separate Logan, from the line ahead of him. People in the back soon begin to complain.
Angry Crowd: Move up man!
Logan turns to the person, and begins talking with a mouth full of sandwich.
Logan (muffled): SHUT UP! BOUDLE! I'm eating a sandwich.
Logan sits the sandwich down while looking over at Joe.
Logan: You know, I shouldn't even have to wait in line. I'm Logan after all, I'm like a celebrity.
Joe Smith: Sure.
Logan stands up along with Smith, as he wraps the blanket up, and places it in the basket.
Logan: Hold this, Joe.
Logan gives the basket to Joe Smith whom takes it sighing.
Logan: I can't wait till I get that Playstation.
Joe Smith: Oh yes, yay.
Logan: You just don't understand, Joe.
Joe Smith: I wish I did.
Logan: Not only is it a Playstation, but it's going to be MY Playstation. Which I will take care of, dust every day, clean, and talk to. Well, I could probably have somebody do that for me. But no Joe, this is going be a special connection. You could even compare this to the connection that Jones, and Lonnie once shared. I won't be sexing my PS3 though, because that'd be just wrong. You see, Smith, it's about caring for the things you've gained. Do you see where I'm going? No? Yes? Don't answer me boudle. What I'm saying is this, WCF doesn't care about me no more. I know I told every at the last Slam, and I'm sure all the boudles at home heard me. But they can hear it again. I built WCF, I shaped it, formed it, and stood it up on the grounds of what it is today. WCF, and everyone in it has seemed to forget that. Let me ask you something Joe, but don't answer me.. okay boudle? SHUT UP! Where was the so called greats of today when WCF was trying to get it's name out? No one was there then, except for me! Where was Torture in 2000? Hell, he wasn't even heard of. But that's why I stopped caring, because this business stopped caring for me. So, why should I care for it? I'm over it. I'm my own name now, I'm not trying to impress WCF, or anyone for that matter. It's all about me Joe, I should be the true WCF champion. But I'm not, and you know why..? The political side of WCF. They screwed me. Enough of that though Joe, we've got bigger things to worry about. Reckless Jack? No, I could care less about that boudle. The PS3 baby, it's what I want, and what I need. You know Joe, I even had a dream last night about my new shiny PS3. The dream tickled me so much, I thought I would even do a reenactment of it in a promo. I was wanting to save it, and air for when I got my PS3. But oh well, it looks like it's going to be a while before I get it. So boudles at home, take a look at this.
Previously Recorded
The scene opens up in a complete white room, everything inside it appears to be white. It's very familiar to the commercial PS3 has it, actually, it's almost identical. The PS3's color sticks out in the white room, and it rests on the floor. "You're My Best Friend" by Queen plays in the background as Logan walks over to the Playstation 3.
ooo you make me live
Logan smiles reaching down, and picking up the PS3.
whatever this world can give to me
Logan hugs the PS3 tightly against his chest.
it's you, you're all I see
Logan has a dreamy sigh on his face as he looks down at it.
ooo you make me live now, honey... ooo you make me live
The scene suddenly cuts to Logan running down a beach in slow motion with the PS3 tucked underneath his right arm. Queen continues to play.
your the best friend
Logan rolling around in the sand with the PS3 on his chest.
that I ever had
Various shots continue, the next one being of Logan, and the PS3 sitting on the hood of a car that's parked on top of a hill looking up at the moon.
i've been with you such a long time
The song finally cuts, and that scene closes. We come back to Logan, and Joe Smith standing in line as Logan stares off at the clouds.
Logan: Now you can see how much I really want this PS3, right Joe?
Joe Smith: Yeah, I get it now. Your in love with it.
Logan: Passionately.
The line moves forward, again. A happy new PS3 owner skips out the front holding a large box in his hands.
Logan: You thinking what I'm thinking?
Joe Smith: Nope, not at the moment.
Logan: That looks like a brand new free PS3 over there.
Logan looks over to the person who recently just came out of the store with a PS3.
Joe Smith: How would that look on the news? The Face of Treachery steals a PS3 from a teenager?
Logan: Heh, actually.. that sounds about right. But you know Joe, it'll probably be more bitter sweet if we just wait for it. So, maybe you could stop trying to talk me into illegal activities.
Joe Smith: Oh well, anything beats having to watch that stupid promo with Queen music playing.
Logan: Oh yeah? Well, I'm going go home, and play that song as I play my PS3.
Joe Smith: And where does training for your match against Reckless Jack come into play?
Logan: In Smackdown vs Raw '07. I'm going create our characters, and own him.
Joe Smith: Some training.
Logan: You don't quite understand Joe, I'm Logan, I don't have to train. Me train? HA! Against some boudle like Reckless Jack? I only train for big matches Joe, and this evidently isn't one of them. What'd you think I was going do? Take this match seriously? Sure, sure. Just because he pulled a quick one on me at that stupid worthless show that Creeping Death hosted doesn't mean he's better than me. I have yet to met the man that is better than me, and I probably never will. Legends like me aren't born every day, boudle. That's something Jack fails to realize, sure, maybe we've put on some great matches in the past. But when it comes to sheer talent, it just doesn't get any better than The Face of Treachery. Anybody that is anybody should know that. People like me don't happen overnight, it takes years. I've sweated gallons, and bleed pints for this company. Experience adds up Joe, and it's going take it's toll against Reckless Jack this Sunday. Let's take a small look back at the history between us, it's like everyone claims that Reckless Jack always gets the best of me? How is that? I've pinned him twice. He's only actually gotten one pin fall over me. F'n WCF, and their false accumulations. Give or take another reason I stopped caring about this place, I never get the credit or respect I deserve. The special thing about this match, is that even though it isn't really a number one contender whoever wins sure gets their name thrown into the hat. Then finally I'll be able to get my well deserved shot against Torture, and hopefully it will happen on the grandest stage of them all.. One. Wow, wouldn't that be some magic? Well, unless Creeping Death somehow beats Torture. Damn that would piss me off, Torture getting his first loss to that nobody Creeping boudle. Thinking about just boils my blood, Torture's first should've came by my hands. I wanted to pop his cherry, damnit. That's my bitch! I owe him a loss. But oh well, maybe WCF will finally open their eyes, and see where the ratings are. Me, and Torture again at One.. that's what people want. I don't know why I've got to waste my time with these Reckless boudles to get my title shot.
The line quickly pushes forward, and a few people step out of line suddenly leaving.
Logan: What's going on?
Joe Smith: Maybe they got tired of hearing you talk.
Logan: Funny.
Logan is now in front of the line, and walks inside the building.
Some Boudle: Sir? Here for the PS3?
Logan: Oh yes! I'm here!
Logan begins jumping up, and down reaching in his back pocket pulling out his wallet.
Logan: PS3 here I come! Yes!
The guy looks a little disappointed, and just stares at Logan.
Some Boudle That Works Here: Sir..
Logan: OH! Yes, I just want one.. that should be enough.
Some Boudle That Works Here And Lives With His Mom: We're sold out, sir.
Logan's jaw drops, and his whole world shuts down. It seems like for a single second the earth stops spinning, the leafs stop blowing, complete silence, and for one single only the earth has stopped for Logan.
Logan: ..... but.. you.. can't.
Joe Smith looks down, shaking his head.
Logan: Joe.. is it.. April fools..?
Joe Smith: No, Logan.. it's November.
For another single second, the world as Logan knows it stops. Kids stop playing, birds stop chirping, and the clouds stop moving.
Logan: NOVEMBER?!
Joe Smith: Sorry to break it to you like this Logan, but yes.. it's November.
Logan: Kill me now. Fuck this, no PS3?! You thought I didn't care about WCF? HA! I really don't now. WCF should've sent me a free PS3 or something. This is wrong, they can't do this to me.
Logan suddenly runs out of the store, and to the parking lot. Joe chases Logan as Logan drops to his knees in the parking lot.
Logan: WHYYYYYYY?!
Logan looks up at the clouds.
Logan: It's SOLD OUT! WHY?!
People from the crowd that's been standing in line all day catch news of Logan's sad rants. Some people begin crying while they walk away.
Logan: All I wanted was a WCF world title, but no. A PS3? Oh no. I get nothing. Shit on Logan, no one cares.
A flock of birds fly through the sky over Logan's head, they seem to be just passing by but one of them takes a little bit of time to let off a load. Bird shit suddenly lands on top of Logan's head.
Logan: .....
Logan stares at the camera, slowly blinking, and looking emotionless. He raises to his feet.
Logan: Ah hell with it, I can't get a PS3. So.. I'll deal with that. Whatever it is, nothing is going stop me from walking into Revenge, and beating Reckless Jackass to a bloody pulp. NOTHING will stop me.
Joe Smith: Not even bird shit?
Logan sighs.
Logan: Not even bird shit!
Joe Smith: You know this is on T.V. right?
Logan: Sure, why not? Let the word see how much I get shit on. Good, they should see. My name has come just another. It shouldn't be like that, and I'm tired of it.
Logan groans.
Logan: I'm also tired of walking around with bird droppings on my head. What the hell?
The scene fades out.
Joe Smith: This is taking forever. Logan, is this really necessary?
Logan: Oh, very necessary.
Joe Smith: There are more important things to do than play nintendo.
Logan: It's called an Playstation 3 you idiot, and no.. there is NOT better things to do.
Joe Smith: Yeah, but we've been in line for like three hours.
Logan: SHUT UP! I just brought you along to keep me company, and you should be happy that your getting to spend some time with the greatest wrestler in WCF.
Joe stares at Logan.
Logan: What's wrong?
Joe Smith: This is dumb.
Logan: You hungry? I've got sandwiches.
Joe Smith: No thanks.
Logan picks up a sandwich taking a bite out of it, and the line begins to slowly move forward before stopping again. Three feet separate Logan, from the line ahead of him. People in the back soon begin to complain.
Angry Crowd: Move up man!
Logan turns to the person, and begins talking with a mouth full of sandwich.
Logan (muffled): SHUT UP! BOUDLE! I'm eating a sandwich.
Logan sits the sandwich down while looking over at Joe.
Logan: You know, I shouldn't even have to wait in line. I'm Logan after all, I'm like a celebrity.
Joe Smith: Sure.
Logan stands up along with Smith, as he wraps the blanket up, and places it in the basket.
Logan: Hold this, Joe.
Logan gives the basket to Joe Smith whom takes it sighing.
Logan: I can't wait till I get that Playstation.
Joe Smith: Oh yes, yay.
Logan: You just don't understand, Joe.
Joe Smith: I wish I did.
Logan: Not only is it a Playstation, but it's going to be MY Playstation. Which I will take care of, dust every day, clean, and talk to. Well, I could probably have somebody do that for me. But no Joe, this is going be a special connection. You could even compare this to the connection that Jones, and Lonnie once shared. I won't be sexing my PS3 though, because that'd be just wrong. You see, Smith, it's about caring for the things you've gained. Do you see where I'm going? No? Yes? Don't answer me boudle. What I'm saying is this, WCF doesn't care about me no more. I know I told every at the last Slam, and I'm sure all the boudles at home heard me. But they can hear it again. I built WCF, I shaped it, formed it, and stood it up on the grounds of what it is today. WCF, and everyone in it has seemed to forget that. Let me ask you something Joe, but don't answer me.. okay boudle? SHUT UP! Where was the so called greats of today when WCF was trying to get it's name out? No one was there then, except for me! Where was Torture in 2000? Hell, he wasn't even heard of. But that's why I stopped caring, because this business stopped caring for me. So, why should I care for it? I'm over it. I'm my own name now, I'm not trying to impress WCF, or anyone for that matter. It's all about me Joe, I should be the true WCF champion. But I'm not, and you know why..? The political side of WCF. They screwed me. Enough of that though Joe, we've got bigger things to worry about. Reckless Jack? No, I could care less about that boudle. The PS3 baby, it's what I want, and what I need. You know Joe, I even had a dream last night about my new shiny PS3. The dream tickled me so much, I thought I would even do a reenactment of it in a promo. I was wanting to save it, and air for when I got my PS3. But oh well, it looks like it's going to be a while before I get it. So boudles at home, take a look at this.
Previously Recorded
The scene opens up in a complete white room, everything inside it appears to be white. It's very familiar to the commercial PS3 has it, actually, it's almost identical. The PS3's color sticks out in the white room, and it rests on the floor. "You're My Best Friend" by Queen plays in the background as Logan walks over to the Playstation 3.
ooo you make me live
Logan smiles reaching down, and picking up the PS3.
whatever this world can give to me
Logan hugs the PS3 tightly against his chest.
it's you, you're all I see
Logan has a dreamy sigh on his face as he looks down at it.
ooo you make me live now, honey... ooo you make me live
The scene suddenly cuts to Logan running down a beach in slow motion with the PS3 tucked underneath his right arm. Queen continues to play.
your the best friend
Logan rolling around in the sand with the PS3 on his chest.
that I ever had
Various shots continue, the next one being of Logan, and the PS3 sitting on the hood of a car that's parked on top of a hill looking up at the moon.
i've been with you such a long time
The song finally cuts, and that scene closes. We come back to Logan, and Joe Smith standing in line as Logan stares off at the clouds.
Logan: Now you can see how much I really want this PS3, right Joe?
Joe Smith: Yeah, I get it now. Your in love with it.
Logan: Passionately.
The line moves forward, again. A happy new PS3 owner skips out the front holding a large box in his hands.
Logan: You thinking what I'm thinking?
Joe Smith: Nope, not at the moment.
Logan: That looks like a brand new free PS3 over there.
Logan looks over to the person who recently just came out of the store with a PS3.
Joe Smith: How would that look on the news? The Face of Treachery steals a PS3 from a teenager?
Logan: Heh, actually.. that sounds about right. But you know Joe, it'll probably be more bitter sweet if we just wait for it. So, maybe you could stop trying to talk me into illegal activities.
Joe Smith: Oh well, anything beats having to watch that stupid promo with Queen music playing.
Logan: Oh yeah? Well, I'm going go home, and play that song as I play my PS3.
Joe Smith: And where does training for your match against Reckless Jack come into play?
Logan: In Smackdown vs Raw '07. I'm going create our characters, and own him.
Joe Smith: Some training.
Logan: You don't quite understand Joe, I'm Logan, I don't have to train. Me train? HA! Against some boudle like Reckless Jack? I only train for big matches Joe, and this evidently isn't one of them. What'd you think I was going do? Take this match seriously? Sure, sure. Just because he pulled a quick one on me at that stupid worthless show that Creeping Death hosted doesn't mean he's better than me. I have yet to met the man that is better than me, and I probably never will. Legends like me aren't born every day, boudle. That's something Jack fails to realize, sure, maybe we've put on some great matches in the past. But when it comes to sheer talent, it just doesn't get any better than The Face of Treachery. Anybody that is anybody should know that. People like me don't happen overnight, it takes years. I've sweated gallons, and bleed pints for this company. Experience adds up Joe, and it's going take it's toll against Reckless Jack this Sunday. Let's take a small look back at the history between us, it's like everyone claims that Reckless Jack always gets the best of me? How is that? I've pinned him twice. He's only actually gotten one pin fall over me. F'n WCF, and their false accumulations. Give or take another reason I stopped caring about this place, I never get the credit or respect I deserve. The special thing about this match, is that even though it isn't really a number one contender whoever wins sure gets their name thrown into the hat. Then finally I'll be able to get my well deserved shot against Torture, and hopefully it will happen on the grandest stage of them all.. One. Wow, wouldn't that be some magic? Well, unless Creeping Death somehow beats Torture. Damn that would piss me off, Torture getting his first loss to that nobody Creeping boudle. Thinking about just boils my blood, Torture's first should've came by my hands. I wanted to pop his cherry, damnit. That's my bitch! I owe him a loss. But oh well, maybe WCF will finally open their eyes, and see where the ratings are. Me, and Torture again at One.. that's what people want. I don't know why I've got to waste my time with these Reckless boudles to get my title shot.
The line quickly pushes forward, and a few people step out of line suddenly leaving.
Logan: What's going on?
Joe Smith: Maybe they got tired of hearing you talk.
Logan: Funny.
Logan is now in front of the line, and walks inside the building.
Some Boudle: Sir? Here for the PS3?
Logan: Oh yes! I'm here!
Logan begins jumping up, and down reaching in his back pocket pulling out his wallet.
Logan: PS3 here I come! Yes!
The guy looks a little disappointed, and just stares at Logan.
Some Boudle That Works Here: Sir..
Logan: OH! Yes, I just want one.. that should be enough.
Some Boudle That Works Here And Lives With His Mom: We're sold out, sir.
Logan's jaw drops, and his whole world shuts down. It seems like for a single second the earth stops spinning, the leafs stop blowing, complete silence, and for one single only the earth has stopped for Logan.
Logan: ..... but.. you.. can't.
Joe Smith looks down, shaking his head.
Logan: Joe.. is it.. April fools..?
Joe Smith: No, Logan.. it's November.
For another single second, the world as Logan knows it stops. Kids stop playing, birds stop chirping, and the clouds stop moving.
Logan: NOVEMBER?!
Joe Smith: Sorry to break it to you like this Logan, but yes.. it's November.
Logan: Kill me now. Fuck this, no PS3?! You thought I didn't care about WCF? HA! I really don't now. WCF should've sent me a free PS3 or something. This is wrong, they can't do this to me.
Logan suddenly runs out of the store, and to the parking lot. Joe chases Logan as Logan drops to his knees in the parking lot.
Logan: WHYYYYYYY?!
Logan looks up at the clouds.
Logan: It's SOLD OUT! WHY?!
People from the crowd that's been standing in line all day catch news of Logan's sad rants. Some people begin crying while they walk away.
Logan: All I wanted was a WCF world title, but no. A PS3? Oh no. I get nothing. Shit on Logan, no one cares.
A flock of birds fly through the sky over Logan's head, they seem to be just passing by but one of them takes a little bit of time to let off a load. Bird shit suddenly lands on top of Logan's head.
Logan: .....
Logan stares at the camera, slowly blinking, and looking emotionless. He raises to his feet.
Logan: Ah hell with it, I can't get a PS3. So.. I'll deal with that. Whatever it is, nothing is going stop me from walking into Revenge, and beating Reckless Jackass to a bloody pulp. NOTHING will stop me.
Joe Smith: Not even bird shit?
Logan sighs.
Logan: Not even bird shit!
Joe Smith: You know this is on T.V. right?
Logan: Sure, why not? Let the word see how much I get shit on. Good, they should see. My name has come just another. It shouldn't be like that, and I'm tired of it.
Logan groans.
Logan: I'm also tired of walking around with bird droppings on my head. What the hell?
The scene fades out.
