Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2016 7:54:50 GMT -5
Hours removed from his second match in the WCF, Logan, the Heavy Metal Machine, is sitting in a darkened hallway of the arena. He's been removed from the wrestling scene for almost 3 years, and he is still trying to remember how he was able to even get to the dance to begin with; a former world champion, he was basically tricked into the contract in his mind. How could he be struggling? This the question he has been asking himself all night.
He lost his debut match against Severan King and in his mind it was due to a ref who couldn't keep a consistent count. The fact is that he was beaten because he let his ego get in the way. Earlier in the night, when he was in the ring with Greg St. Matthew, he knew he was in the ring with someone who is also trying to make a name for himself in the WCF. He could see that Greg had lost sight of the match, for just one moment, and that was the end of it. He had seen that look before, in the video of his first match: he looked just the same.
Logan rubs his bald head with his right arm, thinking about what was next. Normally he would have left the building and started the trip to the next venue, but instead he found himself sitting here with no rhyme or reason other than to think. To think... about his own past. The people he has faced, the women he has loved, the ones who have died, and yet here he is, still trying to change his luck in the WCF, and its only been two matches.
Before he can get too deep into thought, however, WCF cameras finally find him, and Hank Brown is close in toe with a mic. Walking behind him is WCF owner, Seth Lerch, who has a grin on his face. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out the contract that Logan signed, and chuckles as he reads over it.
"If you keep on this track, you'll be nothing more than a mid to low carder for the rest of your career here in the WCF." Seth says to Logan, who just now notices him after hearing Seth's voice. He slowly stands up with a pissed off look on his face. "Hey, don't be mad at me, it's not my fault you signed this contract and are making jack shit." He lowers the contract and shakes his head. "And this whole cult of crazy kids, the whole C.O.C.K acronym? Ok, I get it, it was funny, when I first heard something like it in Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back, but you sir are no CLIT commander."
Logan bawls up a fist and glares at Seth, who just continues to look back and forth between the contract and Logan's eyes. "See, you found yourself in between a rock and a hard place. Your agent was the one who drew this up, and honestly, most of it didn't make any sense to me, because I thought you had retired from wrestling outright, and after seeing your last two matches, I can see why. You have lost your touch. I can see it."
Logan doesn't say anything as he just continues to glare at Seth. "Now, I don't know much about your past, and that stunt you pulled last week was some great cinematography. Must have cost you a fortune."
Logan grins. "It's not special effects, boy."
Seth looks back at the contract for a moment before laughing. "Not special effects? Alright, alright. Now maybe I've seen it all." He grins again as he looks back at the contract. "And all this money going to your e-wife. That's brilliant." He folds up the contract and puts it back in his back pocket. "Problem is, if you don't have a problem with killing people for no reason other then the fact that your pissed off, why in the hell don't you just, well... kill her? Tsk Tsk."
Logan shakes his head and continues to just grin. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
Seth scratches his brow. "Well, if that's how you want this to be, then fine. At Blast, I'm putting you into a three-way dance with Greg St. Matthew and Severan King. If you can somehow NOT be the one who gets pinned in this match, I may consider giving you a merchandise deal. Maybe. But your record so far in the WCF also needs to improve, you're one and one; came in here boasting all of your past world titles like you where just going to come in here and make an impression right from the get go, and you lost your debut match. Not very impressive if you ask me."
Logan starts to walk slowly towards Seth, before he gets stopped by Hank Brown. Seth has a sly grin on his face. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do, Heavy Metal Machine, because I can easily suspend you, and then what would you do?" He points to Hank and the camera. "Now, your first on screen intereview. Don't fuck this up."
Seth laughs and walks away as Hank brings the mic up. He nods to the camera man, who positions his camera for the best lighting angle in this barely light hallway. Hank motions to Logan to step a little closer so he's actually on camera.
"Hank Brown here with a very special post-Slam interview with the now 1-1 Heavy Metal Machine, Logan. Logan, you just beat Greg St. Matthews in a sub-par match, can you tell us what was going through your head?"
Logan grins. He raises a finger to his chest and points to himself. "You want to know what was going through my head against Greg. St. Matthews? I'll tell you what was going through my head. I was contemplating how many times in that match i could have just SNAPPED HIS FUCKING NECK!"
Logan extends the rest of his hand. He then places his hand on Hank's chest and slams him into the wall, causing him to almost drop the mic. With his free hand, Logan points a finger into the camera. "First it was Severan King, who beat me, whatever. My first match in the WCF saw me, ME, get pinned by King, who is lucky I didn't RIP HIS FUCKING HEART OUT in that match as well."
Logan lets go of Hank and lowers his arms. Hank adjusts his tie and steps back to where he was standing and brings the mic back up. "It has also been announced just moments ago that at WCF Blast, you will face both Greg St. Matthews and Severan King in a triple-threat match. Surely you have to have some thoughts on this match?"
Logan just looks at Hank with a smirk on his face. He starts to say something before he begins to laugh softly. He shakes his head, wipes his brow and looks back at Hank, smirk gone from his face. "The only thought I have running through my head right now, is which one do I kill first?"
Hank motions to the camera man to cut the feed. He looks at Logan and lowers the mic. "Listen, you threatening to kill people in this company is just going to be met with sadistic laughter and make you look weak. Why dont you drop the murder act and...."
Logan grabs Hank by the throat and slams him with full force up against the wall one more time, knocking the air out of Hank, and causing him to drop the mic. It bounces a few times on the floor before it stops by the camera man's foot. Logan leans in and gets face to face with Hank. He doesn't notice that the camera feed is now back on.
"Listen to me, little man, you asked me what the fuck my thoughts are on this match, and that's what my thoughts are on the match. If you or any of the fucking bitches in the back have a problem with that, and think that I'm a fucking joke, then maybe, just maybe, its time you fuckers gave me someone who can light that fire under my ass because right now, I've been fed nothing but a bunch of sissy girls who do nothing but trash talk on social media while blowing each other at the end of the day."
"Severan King has talent, but I can promise you that if this match was a traditional three-way dance, I wouldn't let him last, because I'd out right beat the ever living snot out of him, and to add insult to injury, I'd let Greg St. Matthews get the first pin fall, then I'd out right beat the ever living hell out of Greg St. Matthews like a mother fucking rag doll."
Logan raises his voice in sheer anger. "YOU ASK ME MY THOUGHTS ON THIS FUCKING MATCH, THATS MY FUCKING THOUGHTS ON THIS MATCH!" Logan lets go of Hank's throat and he drops to his knees onto the floor. After landing, he slumps to his hands and knees, coughing as he attempts to catch his breath. Logan looks at the camera. "Resistance IS FUTILE!"
Logan storms past the camera man, knocking the camera out of his hands with his shoulder, causing it to fall onto the ground, and break into pieces as it lands. He starts to walk down the main backstage hallway of the arena, bypassing the locker rooms and towards the exit.
He lost his debut match against Severan King and in his mind it was due to a ref who couldn't keep a consistent count. The fact is that he was beaten because he let his ego get in the way. Earlier in the night, when he was in the ring with Greg St. Matthew, he knew he was in the ring with someone who is also trying to make a name for himself in the WCF. He could see that Greg had lost sight of the match, for just one moment, and that was the end of it. He had seen that look before, in the video of his first match: he looked just the same.
Logan rubs his bald head with his right arm, thinking about what was next. Normally he would have left the building and started the trip to the next venue, but instead he found himself sitting here with no rhyme or reason other than to think. To think... about his own past. The people he has faced, the women he has loved, the ones who have died, and yet here he is, still trying to change his luck in the WCF, and its only been two matches.
Before he can get too deep into thought, however, WCF cameras finally find him, and Hank Brown is close in toe with a mic. Walking behind him is WCF owner, Seth Lerch, who has a grin on his face. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out the contract that Logan signed, and chuckles as he reads over it.
"If you keep on this track, you'll be nothing more than a mid to low carder for the rest of your career here in the WCF." Seth says to Logan, who just now notices him after hearing Seth's voice. He slowly stands up with a pissed off look on his face. "Hey, don't be mad at me, it's not my fault you signed this contract and are making jack shit." He lowers the contract and shakes his head. "And this whole cult of crazy kids, the whole C.O.C.K acronym? Ok, I get it, it was funny, when I first heard something like it in Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back, but you sir are no CLIT commander."
Logan bawls up a fist and glares at Seth, who just continues to look back and forth between the contract and Logan's eyes. "See, you found yourself in between a rock and a hard place. Your agent was the one who drew this up, and honestly, most of it didn't make any sense to me, because I thought you had retired from wrestling outright, and after seeing your last two matches, I can see why. You have lost your touch. I can see it."
Logan doesn't say anything as he just continues to glare at Seth. "Now, I don't know much about your past, and that stunt you pulled last week was some great cinematography. Must have cost you a fortune."
Logan grins. "It's not special effects, boy."
Seth looks back at the contract for a moment before laughing. "Not special effects? Alright, alright. Now maybe I've seen it all." He grins again as he looks back at the contract. "And all this money going to your e-wife. That's brilliant." He folds up the contract and puts it back in his back pocket. "Problem is, if you don't have a problem with killing people for no reason other then the fact that your pissed off, why in the hell don't you just, well... kill her? Tsk Tsk."
Logan shakes his head and continues to just grin. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
Seth scratches his brow. "Well, if that's how you want this to be, then fine. At Blast, I'm putting you into a three-way dance with Greg St. Matthew and Severan King. If you can somehow NOT be the one who gets pinned in this match, I may consider giving you a merchandise deal. Maybe. But your record so far in the WCF also needs to improve, you're one and one; came in here boasting all of your past world titles like you where just going to come in here and make an impression right from the get go, and you lost your debut match. Not very impressive if you ask me."
Logan starts to walk slowly towards Seth, before he gets stopped by Hank Brown. Seth has a sly grin on his face. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do, Heavy Metal Machine, because I can easily suspend you, and then what would you do?" He points to Hank and the camera. "Now, your first on screen intereview. Don't fuck this up."
Seth laughs and walks away as Hank brings the mic up. He nods to the camera man, who positions his camera for the best lighting angle in this barely light hallway. Hank motions to Logan to step a little closer so he's actually on camera.
"Hank Brown here with a very special post-Slam interview with the now 1-1 Heavy Metal Machine, Logan. Logan, you just beat Greg St. Matthews in a sub-par match, can you tell us what was going through your head?"
Logan grins. He raises a finger to his chest and points to himself. "You want to know what was going through my head against Greg. St. Matthews? I'll tell you what was going through my head. I was contemplating how many times in that match i could have just SNAPPED HIS FUCKING NECK!"
Logan extends the rest of his hand. He then places his hand on Hank's chest and slams him into the wall, causing him to almost drop the mic. With his free hand, Logan points a finger into the camera. "First it was Severan King, who beat me, whatever. My first match in the WCF saw me, ME, get pinned by King, who is lucky I didn't RIP HIS FUCKING HEART OUT in that match as well."
Logan lets go of Hank and lowers his arms. Hank adjusts his tie and steps back to where he was standing and brings the mic back up. "It has also been announced just moments ago that at WCF Blast, you will face both Greg St. Matthews and Severan King in a triple-threat match. Surely you have to have some thoughts on this match?"
Logan just looks at Hank with a smirk on his face. He starts to say something before he begins to laugh softly. He shakes his head, wipes his brow and looks back at Hank, smirk gone from his face. "The only thought I have running through my head right now, is which one do I kill first?"
Hank motions to the camera man to cut the feed. He looks at Logan and lowers the mic. "Listen, you threatening to kill people in this company is just going to be met with sadistic laughter and make you look weak. Why dont you drop the murder act and...."
Logan grabs Hank by the throat and slams him with full force up against the wall one more time, knocking the air out of Hank, and causing him to drop the mic. It bounces a few times on the floor before it stops by the camera man's foot. Logan leans in and gets face to face with Hank. He doesn't notice that the camera feed is now back on.
"Listen to me, little man, you asked me what the fuck my thoughts are on this match, and that's what my thoughts are on the match. If you or any of the fucking bitches in the back have a problem with that, and think that I'm a fucking joke, then maybe, just maybe, its time you fuckers gave me someone who can light that fire under my ass because right now, I've been fed nothing but a bunch of sissy girls who do nothing but trash talk on social media while blowing each other at the end of the day."
"Severan King has talent, but I can promise you that if this match was a traditional three-way dance, I wouldn't let him last, because I'd out right beat the ever living snot out of him, and to add insult to injury, I'd let Greg St. Matthews get the first pin fall, then I'd out right beat the ever living hell out of Greg St. Matthews like a mother fucking rag doll."
Logan raises his voice in sheer anger. "YOU ASK ME MY THOUGHTS ON THIS FUCKING MATCH, THATS MY FUCKING THOUGHTS ON THIS MATCH!" Logan lets go of Hank's throat and he drops to his knees onto the floor. After landing, he slumps to his hands and knees, coughing as he attempts to catch his breath. Logan looks at the camera. "Resistance IS FUTILE!"
Logan storms past the camera man, knocking the camera out of his hands with his shoulder, causing it to fall onto the ground, and break into pieces as it lands. He starts to walk down the main backstage hallway of the arena, bypassing the locker rooms and towards the exit.
