Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2016 18:38:06 GMT -5
The scene opens up inside what appears to be an empty parking garage with in blocks of the Santander Arena in the dark of night. The camera begins to pan around and we see a WCF vendor tied up to what appears to be a metal pole 6 feet from the wall. His hands are tied so tight that it's causing them to bleed. His mouth has been wrapped tightly with duct tape and his head has been tilted to an angle so that his neck is clear as day, and his eyes are so wide, that it would appear he's scared shitless. His pants are also wet.
The camera continues to pan around and we see "The Heavy Metal Machine" Logan sitting not to far from the vendor in a corner. He has a piece of paper in one hand, and a Magnum .44 in his other. There are 3 empty shells on the ground as well as a few other pieces of paper that all have holes in them. As the camera pans back to the vendor, it zooms in to show that there are 3 bullet holes in the wall behind the vendor. It pans back to show that Logan appears to be looking over the piece of paper with a confused look on his face.
"So I have to wrestle, because if I don't I'll be in breach of contract and have to pay the WCF this absurd amount of money, which will put me more in debt then I already am. However, I can do what ever I want." Logan lowers the paper and looks at the vendor. "So basically, not only am I having to do this for free, but according to this, I can do what ever the fuck I want."
The vendor seems to mummer something, but all that comes out sounds like whimpering. Logan takes the barrel of his gun and scratches his temple with it. "You know, Bob," he glances up at the vendor, "I can call you Bob, right?" He looks back at the paper. "This whole thing doesn't make any fucking sense to me either."
Logan pulls back on the hammer, tosses the piece of paper into the air as high as he can, and quickly pulls off a round.
BLAM! DING!
The bullet hits the metal pole and the Vendor shits himself. Logan slowly stands up and waves the gun around as he continues to ponder his situation. "You know, Bob, that means there isn't a god damn thing you can do to me." Logan pulls back the hammer and points the magnum at the camera man. "And there isn't anything you can do either."
Quickly the camera man tries to duck, however Logan points the gun into the air before pulling the trigger, letting another round soar into the cement structure. He opens up the gun and spins it around a few times before closing it again. "6 rounds, 5 gone. I think maybe we ought to play a little game, and it's called... Russian Roulette."
The vendor starts to scream a muffled no repeatedly, at the same time, the camera man starts to shake the camera no. Logan looks at both men with a sadistic grin on his face. "WELL THAT'S JUST TO FUCKING BAD BOYS!" He points the magnum at the camera man and pulls the trigger.
CLICK!
"Looks like you survive the first round." Logan says somewhat disappointed. "Still, we got five more rounds and..." he walks up to the vendor and places the gun on his neck. "And it's a shame that Severan King couldn't be here." Logan brings the gun slowly up the mans face until the end of the barrel is against the mans temple. "It's a shame that he doesn't get to be here with the barrel of my gun pointed against his temple instead of YOURS!"
CLICK!
"HM, well, looks like you survive this one, and to be fair..." Logan takes the barrel of his gun and pulls the trigger...
CLICK!
And again...
CLICK!
Logan looks at the camera and lowers his gun. "Severan King, I don't know who the fuck you are, some sort of piss ant piece of shit who is about to get his ass kicked this Sunday. You can talk a big game, you can try to say what ever the fuck you want at this point because, honestly, what ever you say isn't going to matter. You're going to be the first person who is forced to bow down before my Cult Of Crazy Kids here in the WCF, and honestly, after I'm done beating the life out of you," Logan nonchalantly points to his crotch, "You're going to have to Choke on This."
Logan raises the gun at the vendor.
CLICK!
"Severan King, you're the first person here in the WCF who is going to learn first hand that when you step into the ring with me, Resistance....." Logan points the gun at the camera man and pulls back on the hammer. A sadistic grin falls on his face. "Is Futile."
(fade to black)
BLAM!
The camera continues to pan around and we see "The Heavy Metal Machine" Logan sitting not to far from the vendor in a corner. He has a piece of paper in one hand, and a Magnum .44 in his other. There are 3 empty shells on the ground as well as a few other pieces of paper that all have holes in them. As the camera pans back to the vendor, it zooms in to show that there are 3 bullet holes in the wall behind the vendor. It pans back to show that Logan appears to be looking over the piece of paper with a confused look on his face.
"So I have to wrestle, because if I don't I'll be in breach of contract and have to pay the WCF this absurd amount of money, which will put me more in debt then I already am. However, I can do what ever I want." Logan lowers the paper and looks at the vendor. "So basically, not only am I having to do this for free, but according to this, I can do what ever the fuck I want."
The vendor seems to mummer something, but all that comes out sounds like whimpering. Logan takes the barrel of his gun and scratches his temple with it. "You know, Bob," he glances up at the vendor, "I can call you Bob, right?" He looks back at the paper. "This whole thing doesn't make any fucking sense to me either."
Logan pulls back on the hammer, tosses the piece of paper into the air as high as he can, and quickly pulls off a round.
BLAM! DING!
The bullet hits the metal pole and the Vendor shits himself. Logan slowly stands up and waves the gun around as he continues to ponder his situation. "You know, Bob, that means there isn't a god damn thing you can do to me." Logan pulls back the hammer and points the magnum at the camera man. "And there isn't anything you can do either."
Quickly the camera man tries to duck, however Logan points the gun into the air before pulling the trigger, letting another round soar into the cement structure. He opens up the gun and spins it around a few times before closing it again. "6 rounds, 5 gone. I think maybe we ought to play a little game, and it's called... Russian Roulette."
The vendor starts to scream a muffled no repeatedly, at the same time, the camera man starts to shake the camera no. Logan looks at both men with a sadistic grin on his face. "WELL THAT'S JUST TO FUCKING BAD BOYS!" He points the magnum at the camera man and pulls the trigger.
CLICK!
"Looks like you survive the first round." Logan says somewhat disappointed. "Still, we got five more rounds and..." he walks up to the vendor and places the gun on his neck. "And it's a shame that Severan King couldn't be here." Logan brings the gun slowly up the mans face until the end of the barrel is against the mans temple. "It's a shame that he doesn't get to be here with the barrel of my gun pointed against his temple instead of YOURS!"
CLICK!
"HM, well, looks like you survive this one, and to be fair..." Logan takes the barrel of his gun and pulls the trigger...
CLICK!
And again...
CLICK!
Logan looks at the camera and lowers his gun. "Severan King, I don't know who the fuck you are, some sort of piss ant piece of shit who is about to get his ass kicked this Sunday. You can talk a big game, you can try to say what ever the fuck you want at this point because, honestly, what ever you say isn't going to matter. You're going to be the first person who is forced to bow down before my Cult Of Crazy Kids here in the WCF, and honestly, after I'm done beating the life out of you," Logan nonchalantly points to his crotch, "You're going to have to Choke on This."
Logan raises the gun at the vendor.
CLICK!
"Severan King, you're the first person here in the WCF who is going to learn first hand that when you step into the ring with me, Resistance....." Logan points the gun at the camera man and pulls back on the hammer. A sadistic grin falls on his face. "Is Futile."
(fade to black)
BLAM!
