Post by logan on Feb 3, 2009 8:02:47 GMT -5
Lets take a time out, I know, we've just started. I want to evaluate things. Have a sit down, relax, observe what's going on around us before moving on. It's never over done to acknowledge your surroundings, it's very profitable to yourself to keep up to date on recent events. So, before I completely lose it and fall in love with a hotdog prop or whatever. I'll take this chance to make a lunge at reality. My opinion matters just as everyone else's, and soon you'll understand why when I give my two cents of things from my perspective.
I owe WCF a big explanation. First off, I've returned carrying a little more luggage than the last time I stepped foot in the company. That's pretty easy to explain, actually, a mixture of depression and a heavenly taste for meat treats will totally do that. It really shouldn't be a shock to people. Sure, maybe no one ever expected such a decorated performer to hit such lows.. but lets take this concept into consideration, everything that goes up must come down. Simple? Yes. This also proves that we as entertainers are just as normal as your average Joe. Reality can really bite you in the ass sometimes. Gravedigger could explain that much better but we'll get to that later.
Feeling everyone is entitled to deserve a real answer to my down fall, I'll continue to expand on this. For a second explanation, assuming you didn't grasp the first, I am a real life person. I have skin and hair. When I need to recharge so to speak, I sleep. This isn't the complete full story, as mentioned before, depression, if you give it permission to take over, will absolutely ruin you. That could be a escape word, no one becomes over weight and careless over night. No sir. This took a year.. a very long year. When? 2008. WCF wasn't very active during the year, a little in the blossom of the year, and as you see now.. another burst of life towards the end. With very good reason, television didn't see my face for an entire year. Not trying to break records but that happened to be the longest span of hotdogcation since ever slipping through the wrestling ropes. During this destruction course, during the year, a few things happened to me. I changed. Completely. This I can look at and acknowledge, very aware of what happened. Again, we're all living breathing things, it shouldn't sound too shocking that a person undergoes a transformation of views and life in general. Anyway, the different path I took wasn't anything religious, or what have you, nothing was inspired by a cross or a star of David. I just came to realize that what I had done in this last decade of life seemed demeaning. The wrestling, the many ups, it all just seemed like wasted effort. Mistakes. Not something I want to completely rid myself of, because I do still take pride in the record breaking championship wins, and if you catch me at the right time.. I'll brag about being the only superstar to ever win two Wars. But just as bragging, that's all a thing of the past, and when I look at my past self I feel disgusted.
My recent incarnation to WCF is prime example that people do change. I'd really like to say that I was actually "better" at this sport at one point, but I can't believe that anymore. I HAVE CHANGED. For better or worse. I have changed.
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Seth Lerch: I believe music is the best inspiration.
"Eye of The Tiger" is being played wide open in the background of a casual public gym. The version of the song is unfamiliar, it stays true to the original lyrics, theirs been so many different covers anyway it'd be difficult to determine who was actually singing this twist.
Seth Lerch: You'll be back in shape in no time and ready to win WCF back.
(out of breath) Logan: ..yeah..
What's actually happening between the two is hilariously disturbing. The over weight star, not really a volunteer to this come back program, is racing in pace on a treadmill. A stringed hung hotdog inches from his face that is attached to a stick. The fishing bait, if you'd call it that, is held by Seth Lerch. This display in a public gym is expected to catch attention from fellow exercises, but then again, this is Logan and Seth Lerch. Anything less of a dramatic work out wouldn't be right. The former owner of WCF is totatly into this, he keeps the hotdog held in front of a in place mobile Logan, this isn't giving Seth kicks, it's really a self believed way to get the superstar to shed a few pounds.
Seth Lerch: Two more minutes and the hotdog is yours.
He kept at it, eyes staring deep into the meat filled bun that dangled in front of his face. If the presence of this tasty treat didn't exist he'd have no reason to be running a treadmill, sweating, working out, actually training for a come back. But again, this wasn't a come back, this was about his habit for hotdogs. Seth knew that, rather he wanted to admit or not, he'd never be able to thrust Logan back into his prime abilities, it was a lost cause. The superstar was a dying breed, a star that exploded long ago and was now losing that once bright light, a light that blinded your eyes.. in a good way. Nevertheless, Lerch remained loyal to himself. Faithful with hope that maybe, just maybe he could help get Logan's name back in the ranks. Maybe. No matter how many hotdog's on a string it'd take. Maybe.
Seth Lerch: Time!
With a sweaty exhausted attempt, Logan reached out digging his fingers into the hotdog before falling face down completely drained clinging the hotdog oh so dearly to his chest. Seth figured this would happen, it didn't really bother him though, he got ten exercising minutes out of Logan. A huge accomplishment. The collapsed man desperately holding onto the hotdog remained on the dirty gym floor, his eyes dazed open, speaking jibberish.
Logan: Epic.. you boudle. I won fair and.. square.. cage match..
The exercise took its course. This image of Logan sprawled out speaking jibber jabber could easily remind one of a sedated mental patient. It was very easy to compare that, really, someone in love with hotdog's who would be willing to enduce a self heart attack to feast is just as insane as someone in a padded room smearing feces on their arms.
Seth Lerch: Oh christ.
He checked on him, kneeling down beside the scum that didn't have a chance to enjoy the treat he worked so hard for. After acknowledging the WCF superstar had passed out, he fiddles around in his pockets for a cell phone, hopefully to dial for emergency assistance.
I owe WCF a big explanation. First off, I've returned carrying a little more luggage than the last time I stepped foot in the company. That's pretty easy to explain, actually, a mixture of depression and a heavenly taste for meat treats will totally do that. It really shouldn't be a shock to people. Sure, maybe no one ever expected such a decorated performer to hit such lows.. but lets take this concept into consideration, everything that goes up must come down. Simple? Yes. This also proves that we as entertainers are just as normal as your average Joe. Reality can really bite you in the ass sometimes. Gravedigger could explain that much better but we'll get to that later.
Feeling everyone is entitled to deserve a real answer to my down fall, I'll continue to expand on this. For a second explanation, assuming you didn't grasp the first, I am a real life person. I have skin and hair. When I need to recharge so to speak, I sleep. This isn't the complete full story, as mentioned before, depression, if you give it permission to take over, will absolutely ruin you. That could be a escape word, no one becomes over weight and careless over night. No sir. This took a year.. a very long year. When? 2008. WCF wasn't very active during the year, a little in the blossom of the year, and as you see now.. another burst of life towards the end. With very good reason, television didn't see my face for an entire year. Not trying to break records but that happened to be the longest span of hotdogcation since ever slipping through the wrestling ropes. During this destruction course, during the year, a few things happened to me. I changed. Completely. This I can look at and acknowledge, very aware of what happened. Again, we're all living breathing things, it shouldn't sound too shocking that a person undergoes a transformation of views and life in general. Anyway, the different path I took wasn't anything religious, or what have you, nothing was inspired by a cross or a star of David. I just came to realize that what I had done in this last decade of life seemed demeaning. The wrestling, the many ups, it all just seemed like wasted effort. Mistakes. Not something I want to completely rid myself of, because I do still take pride in the record breaking championship wins, and if you catch me at the right time.. I'll brag about being the only superstar to ever win two Wars. But just as bragging, that's all a thing of the past, and when I look at my past self I feel disgusted.
My recent incarnation to WCF is prime example that people do change. I'd really like to say that I was actually "better" at this sport at one point, but I can't believe that anymore. I HAVE CHANGED. For better or worse. I have changed.
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Seth Lerch: I believe music is the best inspiration.
"Eye of The Tiger" is being played wide open in the background of a casual public gym. The version of the song is unfamiliar, it stays true to the original lyrics, theirs been so many different covers anyway it'd be difficult to determine who was actually singing this twist.
Seth Lerch: You'll be back in shape in no time and ready to win WCF back.
(out of breath) Logan: ..yeah..
What's actually happening between the two is hilariously disturbing. The over weight star, not really a volunteer to this come back program, is racing in pace on a treadmill. A stringed hung hotdog inches from his face that is attached to a stick. The fishing bait, if you'd call it that, is held by Seth Lerch. This display in a public gym is expected to catch attention from fellow exercises, but then again, this is Logan and Seth Lerch. Anything less of a dramatic work out wouldn't be right. The former owner of WCF is totatly into this, he keeps the hotdog held in front of a in place mobile Logan, this isn't giving Seth kicks, it's really a self believed way to get the superstar to shed a few pounds.
Seth Lerch: Two more minutes and the hotdog is yours.
He kept at it, eyes staring deep into the meat filled bun that dangled in front of his face. If the presence of this tasty treat didn't exist he'd have no reason to be running a treadmill, sweating, working out, actually training for a come back. But again, this wasn't a come back, this was about his habit for hotdogs. Seth knew that, rather he wanted to admit or not, he'd never be able to thrust Logan back into his prime abilities, it was a lost cause. The superstar was a dying breed, a star that exploded long ago and was now losing that once bright light, a light that blinded your eyes.. in a good way. Nevertheless, Lerch remained loyal to himself. Faithful with hope that maybe, just maybe he could help get Logan's name back in the ranks. Maybe. No matter how many hotdog's on a string it'd take. Maybe.
Seth Lerch: Time!
With a sweaty exhausted attempt, Logan reached out digging his fingers into the hotdog before falling face down completely drained clinging the hotdog oh so dearly to his chest. Seth figured this would happen, it didn't really bother him though, he got ten exercising minutes out of Logan. A huge accomplishment. The collapsed man desperately holding onto the hotdog remained on the dirty gym floor, his eyes dazed open, speaking jibberish.
Logan: Epic.. you boudle. I won fair and.. square.. cage match..
The exercise took its course. This image of Logan sprawled out speaking jibber jabber could easily remind one of a sedated mental patient. It was very easy to compare that, really, someone in love with hotdog's who would be willing to enduce a self heart attack to feast is just as insane as someone in a padded room smearing feces on their arms.
Seth Lerch: Oh christ.
He checked on him, kneeling down beside the scum that didn't have a chance to enjoy the treat he worked so hard for. After acknowledging the WCF superstar had passed out, he fiddles around in his pockets for a cell phone, hopefully to dial for emergency assistance.
