Post by logan on Mar 19, 2009 20:02:21 GMT -5
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I followed them inside, and signed a contract with WCF. My first match was booked against Jax, a veteran of NCW. No one really thought I'd win, but they had to have seen something in me because the match was set to be a US Championship contender match. Meaning, whoever won this bout would go on to WCF's first PPV and meet the other contender for the US championship. I dropped the "Three Piece" dubb and Logan versus Jax was on.
2000
The summer of 2000, my WCF debut and return to the ring. Wasn't exactly what I expected. I knew the ropes of course from my rookie years with PWA, wrestling had drastically changed since that time. The entertainment value was more demanding, things were turning out to be wrestling matches mixed with operas. I didn't mind though. More or less what I wanted, really. My first match was set to be against a former NCW superstar, Jax. Throughout the week leading to WCF's first Saturday Slam, I watched videos of Jax's performance in the NCW. I had second thoughts, really, maybe I shouldn't have returned back to wrestling.. this guy was straight talented. Past my league, I figured. Obviously, Lerch and Mad seen something in me so I couldn't disappoint. It was then, that I realized, an hour before my match with Jax, that they were trying to shape me into something. I was backstage in my locker room when Rick Mad made me an offer.
Rick Mad: Hey.
Logan: What's up?
Rick Mad: I've got a proposition for you, well, actually.. Seth suggested it. He seen some of your promo work from PWA, and is interested in knowing if your comfortable cutting one tonight.
Swallowing the lump in my throat. A promo? On live television? I hadn't done anything in years.
Logan: Uh.. yeah, sure!
Rick nodded before handing me a sheet of paper.
Rick Mad: Just go over that and memorize it.
Logan: Oh..
Felt a little disappointed, it was okay though, this was a new promotion, I was an unknown, so really.. didn't mind. Plus it'd be aired on television. Rick left the room leaving me to go over this scripted promo. I memorized it the best I could, near the end though was a blank spot, an unfinished promo. It was then I realized they expected me to come up with a finishing quote. Perhaps this was a test. Moments before the match, minutes before the promo, seconds before I could smack the butterflies out of my stomach, an interviewer knocked on my locker room door with a camera man. Putting on my best smile, I answered.
Logan: Hey!
Interviewer: Here we are with new WCF superstar, Logan.
Remembering the lines Rick gave me.
Logan: What's up WCF? Glad to be here and can't wait to see these fans tonight. I wonder if you guys are as anxious to see me as I am you!
No response whatsoever from the crowd inside the arena. Maybe they had thick backstage walls? Couldn't hear nothing.
Interviewer: Tonight you face off against a veteran of this sport, Jax. Think you have a shot?
Biting my lip trying to remember the words assigned for me. Almost made me feel like a robot.
Logan: Oh, man.. Jax.. he's a great athlete. I'm crossing my fingers that maybe..
Pausing, I shook my head, erased the script out of my head and just flew with it. Let the people watching at home know how I really felt.
Logan: Yes, I'm crossing my fingers in hope that maybe that jackass has a shot against me!
I pictured Rick and Seth in their office with dropped jaws. I really believed I had something though. I continued, hoping I didn't get fired.
Logan: All week I've had to sit and listen to Jax talk about how good he is, how he's the next huge thing to originate from NCW. To me Jax, you might be good, but good doesn't cut it when your facing me. So, come on, Jax! Carry your NCW superstar ass to the ring! And when I meet you there, I will do.. watcha gotttta do.. to get to the top!
Giving the camera a big F U glare before walking away from the interviewer. I actually heard somewhat of a response from inside the arena. My heart was beating fast, I felt like jumping up and down in place. The camera man cut off the camera, and the interviewer smiled in my direction.
Interviewer: That was hot. Rick wrote that for you?
Before I could give an honest response, Seth Lerch came rushing after me down the hallway. Oh crap.
Seth Lerch: Logan!
Logan: Hey man, sorry.. I just went with it.. and--
Seth Lerch: Shut up!
I screwed myself.
Seth Lerch: That was amazing! I wouldn't have given you a script if I had known you were fast with the tongue.
Logan: Really?
Seth Lerch: Yes! Now hurry up your match is starting.
I ventured off down the hall way exciting as I could be with Lerch's approval. Maybe Rick enjoyed it too. Making it to the black curtain, the entrance to the ramp, Jax was already there.
Jax: Nice promo, kid.
Logan: Yeah.. thanks.
His music hit and off he went. I glared daggers when he took off, calling me 'kid', mister big shot veteran. I heard the announcer from inside the arena do his job.
Announcer: Weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds, standing six foot and two inches tall, from San Francisco, California. The "Ruthless" Jax!
He seemed to be a fan favorite, the crowd ate up his theatrics as I watched him from the back parading down to the ring. Slapping fans hands. What a douche, I thought. Now it was time for me to make my entrance. I didn't really have much planned, just figured I'd go to the ring the way I use to in my early years at PWA. Before I could step through the black curtain.. Seth was standing next to me again.
Seth Lerch: Me and Rick have decided. We want you to be WCF's heel. The assholes of assholes.
That sounded nice.
Logan: You got it.
Returning that pissed off glare to my face, some weird funky theme music hit, the whereabouts of the song unknown, sounded like a little kid having fun on a electric piano. Shaking the thought off of how disturbing my entrance music sounded, I walked through the black curtain and onto the steel ramp.
Announcer: And make his way to the ring. From Chesapeake, Virginia. Weighing in at two hundred and sixty five pounds, standing tall at six foot four. Logan!
Wow! A PWA show never held this many people, the arena was packed all anticipating the arrival of this new WCF promotion. NCW must've been a huge success. I didn't break my character though, walking down the ramp not paying any attention whatsoever to the crowd. I turned watching them sticking their hands out and remembered Jax interacting with the fans. I did the exact opposite of Jax, slapping a fans hand away and cursing at him. The dude ate it up. I slide inside the ring staring down Jax. My music cut and we approached one another.
Jax: Ready to go to school?
The bell rang.
Logan: There's first bell, bitch.
Immediately after that I threw my right hand against Jax's face, it sent him off his feet and he surprisingly looked up at me. I didn't plan on having mister big time intimidate me. I didn't even want to give him a chance to get up and I didn't. I sent stiff kicks to his mid section all the while talking trash to him.
Logan: How's that feel? Huh? Go back to NCW!
He wasn't prepared to take that treatment, he grabbed one of my boots throwing me down to the mat with him. Popping to his feet he decided to kick me around the ring as well, I took a few stiff shots before grabbing the ropes and hopping back into action. We exchanged rights and lefts, neither of us backing down, it drew the crowd in.
Jax: Keep your damn mouth shut about NCW.
One of Jax's fists smacking off my forehead.
Jax: You don't know crap about--
Not letting him finish I gained the upper hand, kicking his stomach and whipping him towards the ropes. He bounced off the other side and came running back to me, not letting him capitalize I viciously closelined him down. Running to the ropes and coming back dropping an elbow on his mid section. Getting up and dropping another one down. He grabbed his chest in pain, I grabbed his hair picking him up to his feet. Blam! Suplex. Both our bodies crashed to the mat, his on the painful receiving end. Time for the pin. One, two, he kicked out. Of course. It'd take more than this to put away one of the companies brightest stars. Picking him up again and setting him up for another suplex, he countered, wrapping his leg around mine and suplexing me. He didn't stop there, he reached down grabbing my neck and cranking on it. The crowd cheered in his favor. Having me in a sleeper hold I felt a little dazed, not enough to lay there and take it though. Fighting to my feet I sent elbows into his side, he released, I ran towards the ropes, bounced off hoping for a vicious close line, he was quicker, and met me dashing across the ring with a neck breaker. I landed flat on my back realizing he had been working on my neck the whole time. He knew what he was doing. He was a veteran. Not stopping the offense, he dragged me to my feet cuffing my head into his arm and giving me a DDT that nearly sent stars to my eyes. He pinned me. One, two, I kicked out to his surprised, he hoped he had done enough. No. I wasn't losing tonight. Regaining some stamina and climbing to my feet. We exchanged a few shots before I slung him into the turnbuckle and started attacking his chest with chops heard among the arena.
Logan: You're getting sun burned today.
The back of my hand smacked against his chest, the crowd awed after every thunderous chop. I seen the fight slowing fading in Jax's eyes. His chest was on fire. Taking advantage of this, kicking him in the stomach a few times before dragging his body up the turnbuckle with mine. Was setting him up for a big move, if I executed it it'd really turn the tide of the match into my favor. Wrapped my arms around him and slung his body over mine off the top rope of the turnbuckle. Belly to belly suplex off the top rope. He had to be done. His limp body laid lifeless in the ring when I made the cover. One, two, thre-- the son of a bitch kicked out. Huh? My temper moved towards the referee, he was a slow counter afterall, holding three fingers in front of his face while the crowd booed my efforts. I gave those fans something too. A middle finger. When I turned around, I was shocked.. Jax had already made it back to his feet and he greeted me with the set up for his finishing maneuver, the Jax Splash. The upper half of my body tucked over his shoulder, struggling to get it knowing from the tapes I watched that this move would turn the lights out. Slipping off his shoulders before he could perform his finisher. Thank god. He slung me into the ropes going for a close line, I ducked his attempt, came from behind, he spun around and I greeted him with my trademark super kick. His body dropped like a stone into water. The pin fall was made. One. Two. Three. Victory! My crappy music played, standing to my feet in front of a shocked disappointed crowd. They expected Jax to beat the rookie. A different bastard outcome lied before their eyes with the referee raising it's arm.
Me.
I followed them inside, and signed a contract with WCF. My first match was booked against Jax, a veteran of NCW. No one really thought I'd win, but they had to have seen something in me because the match was set to be a US Championship contender match. Meaning, whoever won this bout would go on to WCF's first PPV and meet the other contender for the US championship. I dropped the "Three Piece" dubb and Logan versus Jax was on.
2000
The summer of 2000, my WCF debut and return to the ring. Wasn't exactly what I expected. I knew the ropes of course from my rookie years with PWA, wrestling had drastically changed since that time. The entertainment value was more demanding, things were turning out to be wrestling matches mixed with operas. I didn't mind though. More or less what I wanted, really. My first match was set to be against a former NCW superstar, Jax. Throughout the week leading to WCF's first Saturday Slam, I watched videos of Jax's performance in the NCW. I had second thoughts, really, maybe I shouldn't have returned back to wrestling.. this guy was straight talented. Past my league, I figured. Obviously, Lerch and Mad seen something in me so I couldn't disappoint. It was then, that I realized, an hour before my match with Jax, that they were trying to shape me into something. I was backstage in my locker room when Rick Mad made me an offer.
Rick Mad: Hey.
Logan: What's up?
Rick Mad: I've got a proposition for you, well, actually.. Seth suggested it. He seen some of your promo work from PWA, and is interested in knowing if your comfortable cutting one tonight.
Swallowing the lump in my throat. A promo? On live television? I hadn't done anything in years.
Logan: Uh.. yeah, sure!
Rick nodded before handing me a sheet of paper.
Rick Mad: Just go over that and memorize it.
Logan: Oh..
Felt a little disappointed, it was okay though, this was a new promotion, I was an unknown, so really.. didn't mind. Plus it'd be aired on television. Rick left the room leaving me to go over this scripted promo. I memorized it the best I could, near the end though was a blank spot, an unfinished promo. It was then I realized they expected me to come up with a finishing quote. Perhaps this was a test. Moments before the match, minutes before the promo, seconds before I could smack the butterflies out of my stomach, an interviewer knocked on my locker room door with a camera man. Putting on my best smile, I answered.
Logan: Hey!
Interviewer: Here we are with new WCF superstar, Logan.
Remembering the lines Rick gave me.
Logan: What's up WCF? Glad to be here and can't wait to see these fans tonight. I wonder if you guys are as anxious to see me as I am you!
No response whatsoever from the crowd inside the arena. Maybe they had thick backstage walls? Couldn't hear nothing.
Interviewer: Tonight you face off against a veteran of this sport, Jax. Think you have a shot?
Biting my lip trying to remember the words assigned for me. Almost made me feel like a robot.
Logan: Oh, man.. Jax.. he's a great athlete. I'm crossing my fingers that maybe..
Pausing, I shook my head, erased the script out of my head and just flew with it. Let the people watching at home know how I really felt.
Logan: Yes, I'm crossing my fingers in hope that maybe that jackass has a shot against me!
I pictured Rick and Seth in their office with dropped jaws. I really believed I had something though. I continued, hoping I didn't get fired.
Logan: All week I've had to sit and listen to Jax talk about how good he is, how he's the next huge thing to originate from NCW. To me Jax, you might be good, but good doesn't cut it when your facing me. So, come on, Jax! Carry your NCW superstar ass to the ring! And when I meet you there, I will do.. watcha gotttta do.. to get to the top!
Giving the camera a big F U glare before walking away from the interviewer. I actually heard somewhat of a response from inside the arena. My heart was beating fast, I felt like jumping up and down in place. The camera man cut off the camera, and the interviewer smiled in my direction.
Interviewer: That was hot. Rick wrote that for you?
Before I could give an honest response, Seth Lerch came rushing after me down the hallway. Oh crap.
Seth Lerch: Logan!
Logan: Hey man, sorry.. I just went with it.. and--
Seth Lerch: Shut up!
I screwed myself.
Seth Lerch: That was amazing! I wouldn't have given you a script if I had known you were fast with the tongue.
Logan: Really?
Seth Lerch: Yes! Now hurry up your match is starting.
I ventured off down the hall way exciting as I could be with Lerch's approval. Maybe Rick enjoyed it too. Making it to the black curtain, the entrance to the ramp, Jax was already there.
Jax: Nice promo, kid.
Logan: Yeah.. thanks.
His music hit and off he went. I glared daggers when he took off, calling me 'kid', mister big shot veteran. I heard the announcer from inside the arena do his job.
Announcer: Weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds, standing six foot and two inches tall, from San Francisco, California. The "Ruthless" Jax!
He seemed to be a fan favorite, the crowd ate up his theatrics as I watched him from the back parading down to the ring. Slapping fans hands. What a douche, I thought. Now it was time for me to make my entrance. I didn't really have much planned, just figured I'd go to the ring the way I use to in my early years at PWA. Before I could step through the black curtain.. Seth was standing next to me again.
Seth Lerch: Me and Rick have decided. We want you to be WCF's heel. The assholes of assholes.
That sounded nice.
Logan: You got it.
Returning that pissed off glare to my face, some weird funky theme music hit, the whereabouts of the song unknown, sounded like a little kid having fun on a electric piano. Shaking the thought off of how disturbing my entrance music sounded, I walked through the black curtain and onto the steel ramp.
Announcer: And make his way to the ring. From Chesapeake, Virginia. Weighing in at two hundred and sixty five pounds, standing tall at six foot four. Logan!
Wow! A PWA show never held this many people, the arena was packed all anticipating the arrival of this new WCF promotion. NCW must've been a huge success. I didn't break my character though, walking down the ramp not paying any attention whatsoever to the crowd. I turned watching them sticking their hands out and remembered Jax interacting with the fans. I did the exact opposite of Jax, slapping a fans hand away and cursing at him. The dude ate it up. I slide inside the ring staring down Jax. My music cut and we approached one another.
Jax: Ready to go to school?
The bell rang.
Logan: There's first bell, bitch.
Immediately after that I threw my right hand against Jax's face, it sent him off his feet and he surprisingly looked up at me. I didn't plan on having mister big time intimidate me. I didn't even want to give him a chance to get up and I didn't. I sent stiff kicks to his mid section all the while talking trash to him.
Logan: How's that feel? Huh? Go back to NCW!
He wasn't prepared to take that treatment, he grabbed one of my boots throwing me down to the mat with him. Popping to his feet he decided to kick me around the ring as well, I took a few stiff shots before grabbing the ropes and hopping back into action. We exchanged rights and lefts, neither of us backing down, it drew the crowd in.
Jax: Keep your damn mouth shut about NCW.
One of Jax's fists smacking off my forehead.
Jax: You don't know crap about--
Not letting him finish I gained the upper hand, kicking his stomach and whipping him towards the ropes. He bounced off the other side and came running back to me, not letting him capitalize I viciously closelined him down. Running to the ropes and coming back dropping an elbow on his mid section. Getting up and dropping another one down. He grabbed his chest in pain, I grabbed his hair picking him up to his feet. Blam! Suplex. Both our bodies crashed to the mat, his on the painful receiving end. Time for the pin. One, two, he kicked out. Of course. It'd take more than this to put away one of the companies brightest stars. Picking him up again and setting him up for another suplex, he countered, wrapping his leg around mine and suplexing me. He didn't stop there, he reached down grabbing my neck and cranking on it. The crowd cheered in his favor. Having me in a sleeper hold I felt a little dazed, not enough to lay there and take it though. Fighting to my feet I sent elbows into his side, he released, I ran towards the ropes, bounced off hoping for a vicious close line, he was quicker, and met me dashing across the ring with a neck breaker. I landed flat on my back realizing he had been working on my neck the whole time. He knew what he was doing. He was a veteran. Not stopping the offense, he dragged me to my feet cuffing my head into his arm and giving me a DDT that nearly sent stars to my eyes. He pinned me. One, two, I kicked out to his surprised, he hoped he had done enough. No. I wasn't losing tonight. Regaining some stamina and climbing to my feet. We exchanged a few shots before I slung him into the turnbuckle and started attacking his chest with chops heard among the arena.
Logan: You're getting sun burned today.
The back of my hand smacked against his chest, the crowd awed after every thunderous chop. I seen the fight slowing fading in Jax's eyes. His chest was on fire. Taking advantage of this, kicking him in the stomach a few times before dragging his body up the turnbuckle with mine. Was setting him up for a big move, if I executed it it'd really turn the tide of the match into my favor. Wrapped my arms around him and slung his body over mine off the top rope of the turnbuckle. Belly to belly suplex off the top rope. He had to be done. His limp body laid lifeless in the ring when I made the cover. One, two, thre-- the son of a bitch kicked out. Huh? My temper moved towards the referee, he was a slow counter afterall, holding three fingers in front of his face while the crowd booed my efforts. I gave those fans something too. A middle finger. When I turned around, I was shocked.. Jax had already made it back to his feet and he greeted me with the set up for his finishing maneuver, the Jax Splash. The upper half of my body tucked over his shoulder, struggling to get it knowing from the tapes I watched that this move would turn the lights out. Slipping off his shoulders before he could perform his finisher. Thank god. He slung me into the ropes going for a close line, I ducked his attempt, came from behind, he spun around and I greeted him with my trademark super kick. His body dropped like a stone into water. The pin fall was made. One. Two. Three. Victory! My crappy music played, standing to my feet in front of a shocked disappointed crowd. They expected Jax to beat the rookie. A different bastard outcome lied before their eyes with the referee raising it's arm.
Me.
