Post by logan on Mar 28, 2009 22:47:26 GMT -5
( continued from wcfwrestling.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=newrpboard&action=display&thread=3660 )
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.
Hey. WCF's first upset? Nice. Still in the midst of summer, it didn't take long after I got my feet wet with Jax that the company would want me to be their next big bad guy. Hellz Angel currently held onto that spot, with his other group of groupies. The Bloody }{awks. My next target. From the start, I knew the direction, I wasn't lost. Rick and Seth had formed a plan to make me the heel that not only had total disregard for the good guys, but disrespected his fellow heels as well. A solo sadistic fuck everyone machine. And.. that was taken to heart, immaturely. I was so into myself, ego driven, nobody could touch me. Or so I thought.
Metal Angel. We shared something in common, we we're both number one contenders for WCF's second best championship, the United States championship. This fired up a stand off between me, and me alone, against the entire Bloody }{awk force. You had the leader, Hellz Angel. Then Wreck, a wrestler that opened up hardcore matches in the company, and then Metal Angel.. my opponent for NOC. (Night of the Champions) This US title match automatically disqualified me from the main event, a huge royal rumble type brawl they dubbed, the War. Whoever won that roster filled bout would be crowned the WCF champion, a title I really wanted.. but it'd take time. For now I had my sights focused on one thing, dismantling the Bloody }{awks and Metal Angel stood in my way in a metal cage match for the US belt.
That was three weeks away, plenty of time to carefully place shots against the group, let them know whose coming. The element of surprise was thrown out the window on an Wednesday Night's episode.
Metal Angel: Logan. What type of name is just.. Logan? Who does he think he is, Wolverine?
Interviewer: Great movie by the way, hope they make a sequel.
Metal Angel: ..Right.
Peeking out from a doorway feet behind Angel, steel chair cold in my hands. He gossiped on with the interviewer.
Interviewer: Changing the subject away from your United States bout with Logan at NOC, what do you think about tonight? I mean, tonight is the tag matches of tag matches. You and Hellz Angel versus Mike Curtis and Steve Carr. Wow.
Metal Angel: Yes, wow. Two punks I cared less for back in NCW and two punks I care even less for now. Nobody has a chance against the Bloody }{awks, nobody!
On immediate que, I busted through the door way behind Angel and cracked the steel chair over the back of his head. The interviewer nearly tripped over himself trying to avoid the wreckage. Angel hit the hallway floor with a thud. I picked up his microphone and dropped the chair on his body.
Logan: Boo who, Bloody }{awks, Curtis, touch me, touch you.. doesn't anyone have anything interesting to say?
The crowd inside the arena instantly booed to my destructive appearance.
Logan: Some of the morons in this arena have said better.
More heat.
Logan: That's right. Morons! Just like this trash.
Sending a boot against his ribs.
Logan: Hey, janitor! Come scoop this garbage up.. janitor!
Looked around but no janny in sight.
Logan: And after that.. kick all these damn people out of my arena.
The interviewer regained himself, turning this original interview with Metal Angel into something else.
Interviewer: Your strategy tonight against Mace?
Logan: Strategy?
Interviewer: Yes..
Pushing the interviewer out of my space and sending him against a coffee stand table.
Logan: You're hogging my camera shot.
Smirking into the camera, pumping myself up for the big promo finish.
Logan: Tonight. The night after, three weeks from now and a one night stand with Shannan Lerch, "I will do... whatchhhaaaa gotta do.. to get to the top!"
That was it. The phrase became magic. I went on that night to defeat Mace, defeat the nobody after that at Slam, defeat another pretzel eater after that, and on and on it went. Un'fn'defeated. Un'fn'stoppable. And then it was all set up, Night of the Champions, Metal Angel versus Logan, cage match, US championship up for grabs. Weeks of me and the Bloody }{awks tormenting each other wouldn't end at the PPV, it'd only begin.
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.
Hey. WCF's first upset? Nice. Still in the midst of summer, it didn't take long after I got my feet wet with Jax that the company would want me to be their next big bad guy. Hellz Angel currently held onto that spot, with his other group of groupies. The Bloody }{awks. My next target. From the start, I knew the direction, I wasn't lost. Rick and Seth had formed a plan to make me the heel that not only had total disregard for the good guys, but disrespected his fellow heels as well. A solo sadistic fuck everyone machine. And.. that was taken to heart, immaturely. I was so into myself, ego driven, nobody could touch me. Or so I thought.
Metal Angel. We shared something in common, we we're both number one contenders for WCF's second best championship, the United States championship. This fired up a stand off between me, and me alone, against the entire Bloody }{awk force. You had the leader, Hellz Angel. Then Wreck, a wrestler that opened up hardcore matches in the company, and then Metal Angel.. my opponent for NOC. (Night of the Champions) This US title match automatically disqualified me from the main event, a huge royal rumble type brawl they dubbed, the War. Whoever won that roster filled bout would be crowned the WCF champion, a title I really wanted.. but it'd take time. For now I had my sights focused on one thing, dismantling the Bloody }{awks and Metal Angel stood in my way in a metal cage match for the US belt.
That was three weeks away, plenty of time to carefully place shots against the group, let them know whose coming. The element of surprise was thrown out the window on an Wednesday Night's episode.
Metal Angel: Logan. What type of name is just.. Logan? Who does he think he is, Wolverine?
Interviewer: Great movie by the way, hope they make a sequel.
Metal Angel: ..Right.
Peeking out from a doorway feet behind Angel, steel chair cold in my hands. He gossiped on with the interviewer.
Interviewer: Changing the subject away from your United States bout with Logan at NOC, what do you think about tonight? I mean, tonight is the tag matches of tag matches. You and Hellz Angel versus Mike Curtis and Steve Carr. Wow.
Metal Angel: Yes, wow. Two punks I cared less for back in NCW and two punks I care even less for now. Nobody has a chance against the Bloody }{awks, nobody!
On immediate que, I busted through the door way behind Angel and cracked the steel chair over the back of his head. The interviewer nearly tripped over himself trying to avoid the wreckage. Angel hit the hallway floor with a thud. I picked up his microphone and dropped the chair on his body.
Logan: Boo who, Bloody }{awks, Curtis, touch me, touch you.. doesn't anyone have anything interesting to say?
The crowd inside the arena instantly booed to my destructive appearance.
Logan: Some of the morons in this arena have said better.
More heat.
Logan: That's right. Morons! Just like this trash.
Sending a boot against his ribs.
Logan: Hey, janitor! Come scoop this garbage up.. janitor!
Looked around but no janny in sight.
Logan: And after that.. kick all these damn people out of my arena.
The interviewer regained himself, turning this original interview with Metal Angel into something else.
Interviewer: Your strategy tonight against Mace?
Logan: Strategy?
Interviewer: Yes..
Pushing the interviewer out of my space and sending him against a coffee stand table.
Logan: You're hogging my camera shot.
Smirking into the camera, pumping myself up for the big promo finish.
Logan: Tonight. The night after, three weeks from now and a one night stand with Shannan Lerch, "I will do... whatchhhaaaa gotta do.. to get to the top!"
That was it. The phrase became magic. I went on that night to defeat Mace, defeat the nobody after that at Slam, defeat another pretzel eater after that, and on and on it went. Un'fn'defeated. Un'fn'stoppable. And then it was all set up, Night of the Champions, Metal Angel versus Logan, cage match, US championship up for grabs. Weeks of me and the Bloody }{awks tormenting each other wouldn't end at the PPV, it'd only begin.
