Post by logan on Jan 5, 2009 17:22:38 GMT -5
This RP is a joint effort done by Mr. Cairo and myself. Enjoy.
A fitting return of treachery, a hyped up five star caliber match between Thunder and Logan turns into a blow out, or better said, RING OUT. The anticipated return of the WCF icon fell short at two minutes and thirty two seconds into the match when former world champ took a break ringside lacking the endurance to continue resulting in timeout. Indeed, a disappointing match for any wrestling fan. This week the scarred battle tank meets Thunder again, with the addition of Brad Kane, a Logan win is least expected. The newspaper laid on Logan's shopping cart as he pushed himself out of farm fresh, the black bold letters of the newspapers article sticking like two spiders mating. It didn't disappoint him, exactly, failure didn't bother him now of days, it was the promotion of his name that kept him wrestling. With the high regard of his legacy, throwing his name around the business, doing a show or two kept his pockets full, and that was really all he cared about anymore. He pushed the shopping cart loaded with frozen dinners into the parking lot, he wasn't a great cook, and even if he did acquire any cooking skills he'd probably be too lazy to chef anything deliciously healthy up.
Logan: Stupid bag boy..
His temper still boiled a little bit from a recent encounter with the cash register, he exclaimed he was a true god and declared someone push his groceries to his car, and load them as well. With no volunteers for the doing, he had to do take action himself, and here he was now.. loading bags of junk food into a trunk. There wasn't much to it, he just figured he shouldn't do it himself, but sometimes great measures had to be taken in acquiring food for the overweight. Closing the trunk to his car, a gym came into view, it was a few stores down from the farm fresh. Someone a bit familiar doing their trained workout inside the gym.
Chad Evans.
Wasn't that WCF's bright new star? He thought he recognized him. The two had never actually met, might've passed each other in a backstage hall before, maybe, but words were never spoken between the two. This didn't attract Logan's attention for meeting the fellow wrestler, this wasn't opportunity to gain friendship, not for him. Grabbing a already signed Logan DVD from his back seat, he headed to the gym, hoping this rookie of the sport would be star struck to his appearance. Reaching the workout studio, he walked inside, autographed movie box still in hand.
Logan: Hey! Didn't know you worked out here.
Speaking up, he grabbed attention of the room.
Logan: Would you be, um..
Moving over to next to the workout equipment, he presented the DVD inches from Chad's face.
Logan: You want to buy this? I signed it.
It was another learning experience for the young Chad Evans. A double cross from his trusted friend Prince Jimmy Dean followed by a sneak attack by Gravedigger's band of hoodlums. This was not the Sunday night that Evans had envisioned. Yes a victory is indeed a victory, but sometimes said victory feels like pinning oneself. Evans wasn't in any kind of mood for celebrating his win, he knew that much hard work was left to be done. After all in just a matter of days Evans would be teaming with Prince Jimmy to face the nefarious tandem of Chester and Dobbie. Evans is not taking his first venture into the world of tag team wrestling lightly, that's why he's hard at work in the gym, busting his ass on the treadmill, punching the speed bag, and lifting weights at the weight table. Truly this is a workout of a ferocious young competitor. Evans' trainer Bolts Quackenbush looks on with an approving stare.
Bolts Quackenbush: "You're doing good, Chad. Let me just pop another fifty pounds on there."
Bolts slaps a pair of dumbbells onto the weight rack and ups the ante while Chad wipes his sweat onto a towel.
Chad Evans: "What do you think, Boss? You think I can trust Prince Jimmy? I sure hope that dude don't stab me in the back again."
Bolts tightens the weights into place and spots Chad while Chad tests himself with the new weight. After a grunt Chad lifts the bar into the air and does a repetition of lifts.
Bolts Quackenbush: "Don't you worry about Prince Jimmy. He's as loyal as a rat in the powder room. He'll stab you in the back just to watch you bleed it dry. The good news is that he's thinking the same thing about you. It's that tension that will keep you on top of your game. Hey it worked for the Rockers and they were tag team champions."
Chad grunts while doing more repetitions, the sweat dripping down his brow.
Chad Evans: "Are you sure about that, Bolts? I don't think their win over the Legion of Doom is officially recognized by the WWF. And didn't Michaels push Jannetty through a plate glass window when they ended the team?"
Bolts strokes his bearded chin while pondering vigorously.
Bolts Quackenbush: "You might be right about that, my friend, but they were champions before that in the AWA. You know something? I've gotta take a leak. Will you excuse me? I'll be right back."
Bolts runs off to use the facilities while Chad continues his weightlifting routine. Chad is really locked into a zone, he's not letting anything distract him, when suddenly he notices WCF superstar Logan standing next to him, holding a DVD inches from his face. Chad places the weight back onto the rack and sits up on the bench.
Chad Evans: "Oh Logan, hey how's it going, man? You looked great in your match against Thunder. What's that you got there, a DVD? Is that for me?"
Evans wipes the sweat from his head, neck and face with a towel while staring at the rotund former WCF champion.
Logan: I did..?
Retracing his mind back to the match with Thunder, he couldn't remember one great detail about the match other than the free peanuts he stole from a unsuspecting crowd member.
Logan: Not JUST a DVD.
Promoting the film he turned the case, giving Chad a great view of the details on the back.
Logan: Ever wanted to relive Jack of Blades versus myself at One? With nifty features, now you can, even in slow motion if you'd like.
Had he really degraded to gaining funds from selling off career highlights? Yes. The scary thing? It wasn't embarrassing, not one bit. The sight of Chad Evans might've made minds wondered back to that of Logan's sight years before, back when his presence in the ring was a dangerous threat, a once true force to be reckoned with. Past times were past times. This Sunday just as the paper implied earlier, he would face off against Thunder and Brad Kane. A definite decent pair of wrestlers, one would think you'd like to take great preparation for such event, the match wasn't prestigious enough to encourage you to run up a huge fleet of steps wearing gray jogging pants, but surely enough it required a proper training. The washed up wrestlers tactics of exercising next to hotdog concession stands wouldn't help him win this one. That was true example last week, when he was too winded to carry out the match with Thunder. This man needed to break a real sweat, build some muscle back, damnit to all.. the WCF needed back their real Logan. But was the man behind the legend motivated enough to give his prime self back to such a needy federation? That question was unpredictably answered.
Logan: Say, Chad.. you mind if I drop a few bullets with ya?
Following the question with a grin, this could've been more or less another pitch in selling off the DVD, the fact he WANTED to work out was overwhelming, overwhelming like the swelled stomach that hug over the belt buckle of treachery.
Chad Evans: "Wow! You and Jack of Blades, huh? I remember watching that match on PPV. You were really cooking that night. I thought for sure you were gonna win."
Evans felt sorry for Logan. He had no intentions of buying the man's DVD, but he certainly pitied the washed up former champion. The sight of this slovenly slag was almost enough to distract Evans from the business at hand. Evans told himself right then and there that he would never allow himself to follow in that same path. He would use this experience, this encounter with a relic from the WCF's past, as motivation to work harder than ever. If a four time World Champion could fall so far from grace, then what could become of Chad without the proper work ethic? Evans realizes better than ever that he must work hard to prepare for his match on Sunday, when he'll be teaming with Prince Jimmy Dean to face Gravedigger's two henchmen that attacked them. Evans wants to send a message to Gravedigger that he will not be intimidated and he won't back down, but Evans also wants to send a message to his tag team partner. Chad and Prince Jimmy have a future date at Rebirth and Chad wants to give Jimmy a preview of what kind of ass beating he can expect. Crude? Yes but this is the fight game, we're not baking cupcakes... perhaps to Logan's chagrin.
Chad Evans: "Hey as long as you're here you might as well join me, Logan. When's the last time you hit the weights? You look like you're in pretty good shape, I bet you can bench around... uh... well why don't we start with something easy."
Chad adjusts the weights, removing some of the heavier weights to make it easier for his out of shape compatriot to lift. Chad checks the weight just to make sure and then nods his head accordingly.
Chad Evans: "You shouldn't have any problem with that, champ. Why don't you give it a shot? I can spot for ya."
Chad stands behind the weight bench and motions for Logan lay down on the bench, albeit with a slightly hesitant grin on his face, perhaps not very reassuring but at least the kid is trying. Reassuring? No. But it was enough of a grin to convince Logan to take part in this prepared work out. If busting out a few reps with the younger star would make it easier to sell off his DVD, he'd do it.
Logan: Right, I'm game, but let me warn you.. it's been a few years.
More than that really, years before when maintaining tip top shape he resorted to late night exercises with hookers in cheap hotels, it was true belief that paid sex kept a healthy body. Bench pressing didn't construct into his brain for a great source of boosting muscle, just a mere excuse he created to keep his laziness intact. He laid himself on the bench, shooting a few deep breaths out before clutching his hands around the steel. Nodding up to Chad, he pushed upwards, struggling against the weight he let it creep back down onto the guard rail.
Logan: I should've known better.
Standing up from the bench, he took the floor stretching his legs, doing a few squats, loosing up the old decayed muscles. He laid back down on the bench, taking position, feeling satisfied with the warm up.
Logan: Okay, let's do this.
Pushing again only brought about a red trembling face as he lifted the weights a few inches upwards. It wasn't quite enough to impress anyone, but he had them at full arm length before sitting them back down releasing an exhausted gasp. The muscles weren't use to the idea of lifting heavy objects unless a crate of hotdog's were purchased.
Logan: This is going great isn't it? Excuse me, I need to make a little motivational phone call to boost my spirits.
Keeping himself in bench press position, he fumbled inside his pockets retaining a cell phone. After quickly punching in a number he had remembered by heart, the phone was pressed to his cheek.
Logan: Yes, I'd like a Andy's special, all the way.. and extra onions you boudle, last time I order.. Oh.. wait..
Covering the receiver of the phone with his palm, he looked up to the spotter grabbing his attention.
Logan: Hope you like onions.
Providing his ear with the phone again.
Logan: You bet. Good man, oh, yeah.. crap, just deliver where you usually do.
Quickly, he jumped back on his feet, ridding himself away from the torture equipment and with that we witness the fastest activity from the man yet.
Logan: It's been a ball, but.. I've got an appointment to make, and I've got ten pounds of Hungry Man dinners in the trunk, I really don't care if they defrost, thus that would save me the trouble of nuking them.
He leaves the DVD on the floor next to the bench, intentionaly doing so, and makes his exit leaving the gym.
Evans sighs loudly. Watching Logan struggle so mightily with the light weight on the bar bell was truly depressing. Any amateur weightlifting Guido in New York could have easily handled that weight, but here was a former WCF champion wheezing and gagging for all the world like an emphysemic old lady while pushing her shopping cart down the street, collecting cans for a living. Perhaps that could be Logan's next career move? Evans tried his best to hide his disdain, not wanting to discourage the already disheveled and disheartened ex-wrestling star. Still, it was tough to watch this depressing sight. Evans couldn't help but notice Logan's man boobs rippling with each attempt to lift the bar, like a stone hitting water. The sweat quickly forming about Logan's head, face and chest, before even a single successful rep was completed. The rest of Logan's body was not much more impressive with his thunder (not the WCF superstar) thighs and ass that would best be described as a badonkadonk if Logan were a woman. Not able to stomach looking at Logan's pathetic body or weight lifting performance for another moment, Chad shifted his attention to that DVD box. Evans muttered aloud to himself, as Logan struggled with the weight, not noticing Evans' words.
Chad Evans: "Well I guess I could throw the guy a few bucks. After all he is a legend and I'm sure there's probably some decent matches on there and I'm not in any rush to finish watching the second half of Cannibal Holocaust. God, that's one fucked up movie."
Chad shakes his head, trying to shake the disturbing images from Cannibal Holocaust out of his mind, while shouting generic encouragement toward Logan, not even looking at the man.
Chad Evans: "You're doing great Logan! Keep it up! Feel the burn, man! Don't stop now! You're doing great! Give me one more rep! One more!"
Chad turns his attention to the weight bench and notices that Logan has ceased his attempts at lifting and is now chattering on his cellphone. At first Chad is concerned, believing that Logan has suffered a heart attack and is calling 911 for emergency assistance, but then Chad overhears Logan bantering about extra onions. Evans notes that Logan appears more eager and enthusiastic about the prospect of consuming hot delivery pizza, than at any point during his aborted workout regimen.
Chad Evans: "Is this fool really ordering pizza in my gym?"
Evans shakes his head in disgust and shrugs his shoulders as if to say "Oh well", the feeling of failure pervading his exterior. Chad was trying to help the fallen star, but it is clear that Logan is not ready to be helped, at least in Chad's eyes. Still, Evans feels that Logan's effort, if you can even call it that, deserves to be rewarded. Chad is about to inform Logan of his decision to purchase the DVD, when Logan jumps to his feet and mutters something about Hungry Man dinners and walks away, leaving the DVD on the floor next to the bench. Had this entire encounter been an attempt by Logan to hawk a DVD of his greatest career highlights. No, no, surely Logan was making an earnest attempt to improve himself and simply became discouraged by his lack of success. Evans could certainly spare $20 for a DVD if it would help the former champ improve his self image and feel better about himself. After all Chad had already spent $4,500 on Christmas presents for Torture just two weeks earlier, what's another few dollars for Logan's DVD?
Chad Evans: "How the hell do I get him the money? Logan sped out of here pretty quickly to get home with those TV dinners. Hmmm..."
Evans racks his brain for a moment and then he remembers that secretary in the WCF front office that he likes. What was her name... Leanne? Yeah she's a real cutie, in fact she's a ravishing brunette Maggie Gyllenhaal lookalike. Any excuse that Chad has to visit her is well worth the effort. Chad can leave the money for the DVD with her and a note thanking Logan for his wonderful genorosity. Hmmm... would $20 be enough to cover such a cherished memento?
Chad Evans: "I better make it forty dollars and slip in a few Weight Watchers coupons while I'm at it. Well I guess that solves that. Hey where the hell is Bolts? I have an important match to train for."
Chad scans around the gym with his eyes, but his trainer is nowhere to be found. Chad checks the clock on the gym wall, noting that Bolts has been gone for several minutes now. Chad starts to worry when suddenly Bolts walks into the weight room, an extremely relieved and satisfied expression on his face.
Bolts Quackenbush: "Sorry I took so long, Chad. I thought I just had to take a leak, but it turned out I had the runs too. It must have been that Hungry Man TV dinner I ate. I feel sorry for anybody who lives off of those things. I popped a couple of Kaopectates and I feel much better now, like a newborn. So did anything important or otherwise noteworthy happen while I was away?"
Chad nods his head and takes a deep breath before regaling Bolts with his encounter with a star.
Chad Evans: "Oh yeah, Logan stopped by the gym. He pitched me his new DVD. I asked him to work out with me. He failed to complete a single rep, then he ordered a pizza and waddled out of here on his own accord, he seemed pretty out of it."
Bolts smiles at first but then his smile turns to a frown.
Bolts Quackenbush: "Dammit! What did I tell you about lying to me, Chad? Don't do it, I don't like it! Now get back on that bench and give me another hundred reps, you lazy scoundrel!"
Bolts examines the weights and blurts out in disgust.
Bolts Quackenbush: "Did you lower the weight on here? Seventy five pounds, are you kidding me? Get out of here with this bullshit. Two-fifty, right now, do it!"
Bolts barks his orders at Chad. Chad shrinks like a violet as he obliges Bolts and lays down on the weight lifting bench. Chad mutters under his breath as he stares at the imposing load that he will now have to shoulder.
Chad Evans: "Thanks a lot, Logan."
Evans rolls his eyes and grunts as he lifts the weight, one muscle-aching rep after another, while Bolts watches like a hawk and keeps count of the reps. Chad angrily curses under his breath as he pictures Logan stuffing his face with pizza and Salisbury steak right now at this very moment, somewhere in America.
A fitting return of treachery, a hyped up five star caliber match between Thunder and Logan turns into a blow out, or better said, RING OUT. The anticipated return of the WCF icon fell short at two minutes and thirty two seconds into the match when former world champ took a break ringside lacking the endurance to continue resulting in timeout. Indeed, a disappointing match for any wrestling fan. This week the scarred battle tank meets Thunder again, with the addition of Brad Kane, a Logan win is least expected. The newspaper laid on Logan's shopping cart as he pushed himself out of farm fresh, the black bold letters of the newspapers article sticking like two spiders mating. It didn't disappoint him, exactly, failure didn't bother him now of days, it was the promotion of his name that kept him wrestling. With the high regard of his legacy, throwing his name around the business, doing a show or two kept his pockets full, and that was really all he cared about anymore. He pushed the shopping cart loaded with frozen dinners into the parking lot, he wasn't a great cook, and even if he did acquire any cooking skills he'd probably be too lazy to chef anything deliciously healthy up.
Logan: Stupid bag boy..
His temper still boiled a little bit from a recent encounter with the cash register, he exclaimed he was a true god and declared someone push his groceries to his car, and load them as well. With no volunteers for the doing, he had to do take action himself, and here he was now.. loading bags of junk food into a trunk. There wasn't much to it, he just figured he shouldn't do it himself, but sometimes great measures had to be taken in acquiring food for the overweight. Closing the trunk to his car, a gym came into view, it was a few stores down from the farm fresh. Someone a bit familiar doing their trained workout inside the gym.
Chad Evans.
Wasn't that WCF's bright new star? He thought he recognized him. The two had never actually met, might've passed each other in a backstage hall before, maybe, but words were never spoken between the two. This didn't attract Logan's attention for meeting the fellow wrestler, this wasn't opportunity to gain friendship, not for him. Grabbing a already signed Logan DVD from his back seat, he headed to the gym, hoping this rookie of the sport would be star struck to his appearance. Reaching the workout studio, he walked inside, autographed movie box still in hand.
Logan: Hey! Didn't know you worked out here.
Speaking up, he grabbed attention of the room.
Logan: Would you be, um..
Moving over to next to the workout equipment, he presented the DVD inches from Chad's face.
Logan: You want to buy this? I signed it.
It was another learning experience for the young Chad Evans. A double cross from his trusted friend Prince Jimmy Dean followed by a sneak attack by Gravedigger's band of hoodlums. This was not the Sunday night that Evans had envisioned. Yes a victory is indeed a victory, but sometimes said victory feels like pinning oneself. Evans wasn't in any kind of mood for celebrating his win, he knew that much hard work was left to be done. After all in just a matter of days Evans would be teaming with Prince Jimmy to face the nefarious tandem of Chester and Dobbie. Evans is not taking his first venture into the world of tag team wrestling lightly, that's why he's hard at work in the gym, busting his ass on the treadmill, punching the speed bag, and lifting weights at the weight table. Truly this is a workout of a ferocious young competitor. Evans' trainer Bolts Quackenbush looks on with an approving stare.
Bolts Quackenbush: "You're doing good, Chad. Let me just pop another fifty pounds on there."
Bolts slaps a pair of dumbbells onto the weight rack and ups the ante while Chad wipes his sweat onto a towel.
Chad Evans: "What do you think, Boss? You think I can trust Prince Jimmy? I sure hope that dude don't stab me in the back again."
Bolts tightens the weights into place and spots Chad while Chad tests himself with the new weight. After a grunt Chad lifts the bar into the air and does a repetition of lifts.
Bolts Quackenbush: "Don't you worry about Prince Jimmy. He's as loyal as a rat in the powder room. He'll stab you in the back just to watch you bleed it dry. The good news is that he's thinking the same thing about you. It's that tension that will keep you on top of your game. Hey it worked for the Rockers and they were tag team champions."
Chad grunts while doing more repetitions, the sweat dripping down his brow.
Chad Evans: "Are you sure about that, Bolts? I don't think their win over the Legion of Doom is officially recognized by the WWF. And didn't Michaels push Jannetty through a plate glass window when they ended the team?"
Bolts strokes his bearded chin while pondering vigorously.
Bolts Quackenbush: "You might be right about that, my friend, but they were champions before that in the AWA. You know something? I've gotta take a leak. Will you excuse me? I'll be right back."
Bolts runs off to use the facilities while Chad continues his weightlifting routine. Chad is really locked into a zone, he's not letting anything distract him, when suddenly he notices WCF superstar Logan standing next to him, holding a DVD inches from his face. Chad places the weight back onto the rack and sits up on the bench.
Chad Evans: "Oh Logan, hey how's it going, man? You looked great in your match against Thunder. What's that you got there, a DVD? Is that for me?"
Evans wipes the sweat from his head, neck and face with a towel while staring at the rotund former WCF champion.
Logan: I did..?
Retracing his mind back to the match with Thunder, he couldn't remember one great detail about the match other than the free peanuts he stole from a unsuspecting crowd member.
Logan: Not JUST a DVD.
Promoting the film he turned the case, giving Chad a great view of the details on the back.
Logan: Ever wanted to relive Jack of Blades versus myself at One? With nifty features, now you can, even in slow motion if you'd like.
Had he really degraded to gaining funds from selling off career highlights? Yes. The scary thing? It wasn't embarrassing, not one bit. The sight of Chad Evans might've made minds wondered back to that of Logan's sight years before, back when his presence in the ring was a dangerous threat, a once true force to be reckoned with. Past times were past times. This Sunday just as the paper implied earlier, he would face off against Thunder and Brad Kane. A definite decent pair of wrestlers, one would think you'd like to take great preparation for such event, the match wasn't prestigious enough to encourage you to run up a huge fleet of steps wearing gray jogging pants, but surely enough it required a proper training. The washed up wrestlers tactics of exercising next to hotdog concession stands wouldn't help him win this one. That was true example last week, when he was too winded to carry out the match with Thunder. This man needed to break a real sweat, build some muscle back, damnit to all.. the WCF needed back their real Logan. But was the man behind the legend motivated enough to give his prime self back to such a needy federation? That question was unpredictably answered.
Logan: Say, Chad.. you mind if I drop a few bullets with ya?
Following the question with a grin, this could've been more or less another pitch in selling off the DVD, the fact he WANTED to work out was overwhelming, overwhelming like the swelled stomach that hug over the belt buckle of treachery.
Chad Evans: "Wow! You and Jack of Blades, huh? I remember watching that match on PPV. You were really cooking that night. I thought for sure you were gonna win."
Evans felt sorry for Logan. He had no intentions of buying the man's DVD, but he certainly pitied the washed up former champion. The sight of this slovenly slag was almost enough to distract Evans from the business at hand. Evans told himself right then and there that he would never allow himself to follow in that same path. He would use this experience, this encounter with a relic from the WCF's past, as motivation to work harder than ever. If a four time World Champion could fall so far from grace, then what could become of Chad without the proper work ethic? Evans realizes better than ever that he must work hard to prepare for his match on Sunday, when he'll be teaming with Prince Jimmy Dean to face Gravedigger's two henchmen that attacked them. Evans wants to send a message to Gravedigger that he will not be intimidated and he won't back down, but Evans also wants to send a message to his tag team partner. Chad and Prince Jimmy have a future date at Rebirth and Chad wants to give Jimmy a preview of what kind of ass beating he can expect. Crude? Yes but this is the fight game, we're not baking cupcakes... perhaps to Logan's chagrin.
Chad Evans: "Hey as long as you're here you might as well join me, Logan. When's the last time you hit the weights? You look like you're in pretty good shape, I bet you can bench around... uh... well why don't we start with something easy."
Chad adjusts the weights, removing some of the heavier weights to make it easier for his out of shape compatriot to lift. Chad checks the weight just to make sure and then nods his head accordingly.
Chad Evans: "You shouldn't have any problem with that, champ. Why don't you give it a shot? I can spot for ya."
Chad stands behind the weight bench and motions for Logan lay down on the bench, albeit with a slightly hesitant grin on his face, perhaps not very reassuring but at least the kid is trying. Reassuring? No. But it was enough of a grin to convince Logan to take part in this prepared work out. If busting out a few reps with the younger star would make it easier to sell off his DVD, he'd do it.
Logan: Right, I'm game, but let me warn you.. it's been a few years.
More than that really, years before when maintaining tip top shape he resorted to late night exercises with hookers in cheap hotels, it was true belief that paid sex kept a healthy body. Bench pressing didn't construct into his brain for a great source of boosting muscle, just a mere excuse he created to keep his laziness intact. He laid himself on the bench, shooting a few deep breaths out before clutching his hands around the steel. Nodding up to Chad, he pushed upwards, struggling against the weight he let it creep back down onto the guard rail.
Logan: I should've known better.
Standing up from the bench, he took the floor stretching his legs, doing a few squats, loosing up the old decayed muscles. He laid back down on the bench, taking position, feeling satisfied with the warm up.
Logan: Okay, let's do this.
Pushing again only brought about a red trembling face as he lifted the weights a few inches upwards. It wasn't quite enough to impress anyone, but he had them at full arm length before sitting them back down releasing an exhausted gasp. The muscles weren't use to the idea of lifting heavy objects unless a crate of hotdog's were purchased.
Logan: This is going great isn't it? Excuse me, I need to make a little motivational phone call to boost my spirits.
Keeping himself in bench press position, he fumbled inside his pockets retaining a cell phone. After quickly punching in a number he had remembered by heart, the phone was pressed to his cheek.
Logan: Yes, I'd like a Andy's special, all the way.. and extra onions you boudle, last time I order.. Oh.. wait..
Covering the receiver of the phone with his palm, he looked up to the spotter grabbing his attention.
Logan: Hope you like onions.
Providing his ear with the phone again.
Logan: You bet. Good man, oh, yeah.. crap, just deliver where you usually do.
Quickly, he jumped back on his feet, ridding himself away from the torture equipment and with that we witness the fastest activity from the man yet.
Logan: It's been a ball, but.. I've got an appointment to make, and I've got ten pounds of Hungry Man dinners in the trunk, I really don't care if they defrost, thus that would save me the trouble of nuking them.
He leaves the DVD on the floor next to the bench, intentionaly doing so, and makes his exit leaving the gym.
Evans sighs loudly. Watching Logan struggle so mightily with the light weight on the bar bell was truly depressing. Any amateur weightlifting Guido in New York could have easily handled that weight, but here was a former WCF champion wheezing and gagging for all the world like an emphysemic old lady while pushing her shopping cart down the street, collecting cans for a living. Perhaps that could be Logan's next career move? Evans tried his best to hide his disdain, not wanting to discourage the already disheveled and disheartened ex-wrestling star. Still, it was tough to watch this depressing sight. Evans couldn't help but notice Logan's man boobs rippling with each attempt to lift the bar, like a stone hitting water. The sweat quickly forming about Logan's head, face and chest, before even a single successful rep was completed. The rest of Logan's body was not much more impressive with his thunder (not the WCF superstar) thighs and ass that would best be described as a badonkadonk if Logan were a woman. Not able to stomach looking at Logan's pathetic body or weight lifting performance for another moment, Chad shifted his attention to that DVD box. Evans muttered aloud to himself, as Logan struggled with the weight, not noticing Evans' words.
Chad Evans: "Well I guess I could throw the guy a few bucks. After all he is a legend and I'm sure there's probably some decent matches on there and I'm not in any rush to finish watching the second half of Cannibal Holocaust. God, that's one fucked up movie."
Chad shakes his head, trying to shake the disturbing images from Cannibal Holocaust out of his mind, while shouting generic encouragement toward Logan, not even looking at the man.
Chad Evans: "You're doing great Logan! Keep it up! Feel the burn, man! Don't stop now! You're doing great! Give me one more rep! One more!"
Chad turns his attention to the weight bench and notices that Logan has ceased his attempts at lifting and is now chattering on his cellphone. At first Chad is concerned, believing that Logan has suffered a heart attack and is calling 911 for emergency assistance, but then Chad overhears Logan bantering about extra onions. Evans notes that Logan appears more eager and enthusiastic about the prospect of consuming hot delivery pizza, than at any point during his aborted workout regimen.
Chad Evans: "Is this fool really ordering pizza in my gym?"
Evans shakes his head in disgust and shrugs his shoulders as if to say "Oh well", the feeling of failure pervading his exterior. Chad was trying to help the fallen star, but it is clear that Logan is not ready to be helped, at least in Chad's eyes. Still, Evans feels that Logan's effort, if you can even call it that, deserves to be rewarded. Chad is about to inform Logan of his decision to purchase the DVD, when Logan jumps to his feet and mutters something about Hungry Man dinners and walks away, leaving the DVD on the floor next to the bench. Had this entire encounter been an attempt by Logan to hawk a DVD of his greatest career highlights. No, no, surely Logan was making an earnest attempt to improve himself and simply became discouraged by his lack of success. Evans could certainly spare $20 for a DVD if it would help the former champ improve his self image and feel better about himself. After all Chad had already spent $4,500 on Christmas presents for Torture just two weeks earlier, what's another few dollars for Logan's DVD?
Chad Evans: "How the hell do I get him the money? Logan sped out of here pretty quickly to get home with those TV dinners. Hmmm..."
Evans racks his brain for a moment and then he remembers that secretary in the WCF front office that he likes. What was her name... Leanne? Yeah she's a real cutie, in fact she's a ravishing brunette Maggie Gyllenhaal lookalike. Any excuse that Chad has to visit her is well worth the effort. Chad can leave the money for the DVD with her and a note thanking Logan for his wonderful genorosity. Hmmm... would $20 be enough to cover such a cherished memento?
Chad Evans: "I better make it forty dollars and slip in a few Weight Watchers coupons while I'm at it. Well I guess that solves that. Hey where the hell is Bolts? I have an important match to train for."
Chad scans around the gym with his eyes, but his trainer is nowhere to be found. Chad checks the clock on the gym wall, noting that Bolts has been gone for several minutes now. Chad starts to worry when suddenly Bolts walks into the weight room, an extremely relieved and satisfied expression on his face.
Bolts Quackenbush: "Sorry I took so long, Chad. I thought I just had to take a leak, but it turned out I had the runs too. It must have been that Hungry Man TV dinner I ate. I feel sorry for anybody who lives off of those things. I popped a couple of Kaopectates and I feel much better now, like a newborn. So did anything important or otherwise noteworthy happen while I was away?"
Chad nods his head and takes a deep breath before regaling Bolts with his encounter with a star.
Chad Evans: "Oh yeah, Logan stopped by the gym. He pitched me his new DVD. I asked him to work out with me. He failed to complete a single rep, then he ordered a pizza and waddled out of here on his own accord, he seemed pretty out of it."
Bolts smiles at first but then his smile turns to a frown.
Bolts Quackenbush: "Dammit! What did I tell you about lying to me, Chad? Don't do it, I don't like it! Now get back on that bench and give me another hundred reps, you lazy scoundrel!"
Bolts examines the weights and blurts out in disgust.
Bolts Quackenbush: "Did you lower the weight on here? Seventy five pounds, are you kidding me? Get out of here with this bullshit. Two-fifty, right now, do it!"
Bolts barks his orders at Chad. Chad shrinks like a violet as he obliges Bolts and lays down on the weight lifting bench. Chad mutters under his breath as he stares at the imposing load that he will now have to shoulder.
Chad Evans: "Thanks a lot, Logan."
Evans rolls his eyes and grunts as he lifts the weight, one muscle-aching rep after another, while Bolts watches like a hawk and keeps count of the reps. Chad angrily curses under his breath as he pictures Logan stuffing his face with pizza and Salisbury steak right now at this very moment, somewhere in America.
