Post by Jack of Blades on Mar 11, 2009 19:14:32 GMT -5
Shannan Lerch has seen many things in her life. Things of all description. Funny things. Sad things. Cruel things. Beautiful things. Horrible things. Trivial things. Magnificent things. She had even made a career out of watching things unfold.
Of course, she had been privy to many notable things prior to her WCF tenure but it was her current place of employment that had feasted her eyes the most. Whether the company was under the auspices of her brother or someone else, Shannan Lerch had been there throughout.
Arguably the only true constant within the Wrestling Championship Federation; Shannan Lerch had seen, up-close and dead centre, all of its big moments. The historic swerve played by Seth Lerch, Logan and Rage at War III. Neo’s astounding victory over Trent Hunter at the first ever 'One.' The ascension and dominance of current World Champion, Torture. The first-ever inter-animacy wedding between a man and his beloved piece of lawn-care equipment. Logan’s penis (although this last example was becoming a more common and less exclusive sight with each passing day). Most people need a lifetime to accrue a visual scrapbook of such comparable wonderment. Shannan Lerch is not 'most people.'
It is important to note that the value of such visual delectations went beyond mere novelty. They have provided Shannan Lerch with much more than mere anecdotes to "tell the grandkids" (although one would have to worry about her parenting skills if she ever did regale those of her lineage with stories of Logan's 'tackle'). Instead, being made witness to such a multifaceted range of experiences had significantly honed Shannan Lerch's observational skills.
Most people, most normal people, require epic, grandiose gestures before they can even read another's emotional state. Not Shannan Lerch. She was as above the observational laity as they were the blind. Shannan Lerch could read how someone was feeling by the very minutiae of their movements. For Shannan Lerch, a twitch of the lower lip was just as telling as the most hysterical of outbursts. While Shannan Lerch could only speak English and a spattering of Spanish (a result of that heady weekend in Tijuana. The one with the goat), in terms of body language, she was a polyglot. A master of people watching. An expert in human psychology.
And, this was why she, Shannan Lerch, was the first person to truly notice the changes happening to him. The changes happening to her beau, Logan. The bloated stomach. The constant breathlessness. The appearance of both a second and third chin. Of course, it did not start out like that. Most people would suggest that the change in the Logan was only noticeable upon the WCF's latest return from inactivity. Most people believe that his potbelly is nothing more than the byproduct of an eighteen-month inertia. Too many hotdogs, not enough headlocks. But, as has already been established, Shannan Lerch is not 'most people.'
Shannan Lerch would argue that it first began at War VII. After Logan’s third, consecutive defeat at the hands of Jack of Blades.
It was a slouching of the shoulders at first. The head craned down slightly; only an inch. The shoulders dragged down and forward. Before this, not an inch of Logan’s musculature was seen to be lax. It was almost as if he had been taught correct body posture at a school of elocution. It was a perfect characteristic; one that was only noted by Shannan Lerch. But after that final Joker's Wild, it disappeared.
This change in stance was simply the first symptom. Further indicators of the change happening to Logan would soon make themselves apparent. Whenever Logan was left supine, it would now take an additional two seconds for him to reach his feet. Similarly, whenever hitting the Impact Style, the rotation would take incrementally longer with each attempt…
…And soon the conversion from was complete. "Goodbye Piccadilly, farewell Leicester bloody Square." Logan, 'The WCF Icon', had been replaced by Logan, the perfect mascot for 'Armour and Company.'
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As she sips her sixth cocktail of the brunch-time period (NB - 'The Shannan:' two-parts whiskey, three-parts pernod, one-part 'Chanel No.2'), Shannan Lerch realizes that Jack of Blades was right. Skyler Striker was not the only person who wants the "Logan of old" to make his return…
But what could Shannan Lerch do? She was a working girl with a gas/electric/liquor bill to pay. Even though Shannan Lerch liked a challenge, even though Shannan Lerch had once emptied Stonewall Inn while simultaneously filling her bedroom, she knew she could not interfere. After all, observation was something passive, something that required distance…
And so, whatever happens on Friday, Shannan Lerch will do the one thing she can do. Whether it be the Face of Treachery who pulls back that curtain or that panting ham of a second rate replicant calling himself 'Logan', Shannan Lerch will do the one thing that she has always done.
Shannan Lerch will watch. Just watch.
Of course, she had been privy to many notable things prior to her WCF tenure but it was her current place of employment that had feasted her eyes the most. Whether the company was under the auspices of her brother or someone else, Shannan Lerch had been there throughout.
Arguably the only true constant within the Wrestling Championship Federation; Shannan Lerch had seen, up-close and dead centre, all of its big moments. The historic swerve played by Seth Lerch, Logan and Rage at War III. Neo’s astounding victory over Trent Hunter at the first ever 'One.' The ascension and dominance of current World Champion, Torture. The first-ever inter-animacy wedding between a man and his beloved piece of lawn-care equipment. Logan’s penis (although this last example was becoming a more common and less exclusive sight with each passing day). Most people need a lifetime to accrue a visual scrapbook of such comparable wonderment. Shannan Lerch is not 'most people.'
It is important to note that the value of such visual delectations went beyond mere novelty. They have provided Shannan Lerch with much more than mere anecdotes to "tell the grandkids" (although one would have to worry about her parenting skills if she ever did regale those of her lineage with stories of Logan's 'tackle'). Instead, being made witness to such a multifaceted range of experiences had significantly honed Shannan Lerch's observational skills.
Most people, most normal people, require epic, grandiose gestures before they can even read another's emotional state. Not Shannan Lerch. She was as above the observational laity as they were the blind. Shannan Lerch could read how someone was feeling by the very minutiae of their movements. For Shannan Lerch, a twitch of the lower lip was just as telling as the most hysterical of outbursts. While Shannan Lerch could only speak English and a spattering of Spanish (a result of that heady weekend in Tijuana. The one with the goat), in terms of body language, she was a polyglot. A master of people watching. An expert in human psychology.
And, this was why she, Shannan Lerch, was the first person to truly notice the changes happening to him. The changes happening to her beau, Logan. The bloated stomach. The constant breathlessness. The appearance of both a second and third chin. Of course, it did not start out like that. Most people would suggest that the change in the Logan was only noticeable upon the WCF's latest return from inactivity. Most people believe that his potbelly is nothing more than the byproduct of an eighteen-month inertia. Too many hotdogs, not enough headlocks. But, as has already been established, Shannan Lerch is not 'most people.'
Shannan Lerch would argue that it first began at War VII. After Logan’s third, consecutive defeat at the hands of Jack of Blades.
It was a slouching of the shoulders at first. The head craned down slightly; only an inch. The shoulders dragged down and forward. Before this, not an inch of Logan’s musculature was seen to be lax. It was almost as if he had been taught correct body posture at a school of elocution. It was a perfect characteristic; one that was only noted by Shannan Lerch. But after that final Joker's Wild, it disappeared.
This change in stance was simply the first symptom. Further indicators of the change happening to Logan would soon make themselves apparent. Whenever Logan was left supine, it would now take an additional two seconds for him to reach his feet. Similarly, whenever hitting the Impact Style, the rotation would take incrementally longer with each attempt…
…And soon the conversion from was complete. "Goodbye Piccadilly, farewell Leicester bloody Square." Logan, 'The WCF Icon', had been replaced by Logan, the perfect mascot for 'Armour and Company.'
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As she sips her sixth cocktail of the brunch-time period (NB - 'The Shannan:' two-parts whiskey, three-parts pernod, one-part 'Chanel No.2'), Shannan Lerch realizes that Jack of Blades was right. Skyler Striker was not the only person who wants the "Logan of old" to make his return…
But what could Shannan Lerch do? She was a working girl with a gas/electric/liquor bill to pay. Even though Shannan Lerch liked a challenge, even though Shannan Lerch had once emptied Stonewall Inn while simultaneously filling her bedroom, she knew she could not interfere. After all, observation was something passive, something that required distance…
And so, whatever happens on Friday, Shannan Lerch will do the one thing she can do. Whether it be the Face of Treachery who pulls back that curtain or that panting ham of a second rate replicant calling himself 'Logan', Shannan Lerch will do the one thing that she has always done.
Shannan Lerch will watch. Just watch.
