Post by logan on Apr 2, 2009 1:53:24 GMT -5
The superstar of overwhelming stomach flesh and cheap pops exercises in a quiet neighborhood. Wait, exercising? Most would believe this to be mishap of reality, a black hole that sucked people beyond limits of twilight zones and bulbs of gas that will never be touched by man. This, however, is that moment of disbelief. Logan training. Hold onto the closet stable object and don't feel ashamed to believe in UFO's and the unknown if it supports a wild theory for the sight of Logan exercising. For God's sake.. why? That'd be answer momentarily of course, the camera man following star who had been struck by unexplained motivation, screens at home were filled with a shot of the champs sweaty butt crack perpetrating through his light blue cotton shorts. Perhaps, the camera technician followed too closely, the wet streak staining the superstars behind wasn't an image for any kid tuning on the television after a long stressful day in school. The exercising wasn't much of that, anyone figuring this quiet suburban neighborhood would be the perfect place to stretch some legs and form a steady pace was truly wrong, to Logan, at least. His technique of merely skipping down the streets sidewalks wasn't the most impressive of work outs. A sweat broke, however, and Logan simply doing that would arouse attention from a coma patient.
Logan: He uses unleaded gas. I use premium gas.
The skipping didn't break just because he began mumbling. It did the opposite, his skipped quickened in pace as he continued to mumble to himself.
Logan: Everyone knows premium is better, more expensive, yet better.
Bodily fluid drooled down his pale hairless legs. Exercise stayed true and maintained.
Logan: I am better..
Had he known this work out would've caused great attention we might have never seen the US champion shed a few sweat bullets. The quiet town Brown Eye wasn't so quiet. Residents stood in their homes peeking out living room windows and screen doors all catching sight to a gratified wrestler using their proud community streets to train. Such a sweet and rare moment watching the lifting of an individuals spirits, the brightest of lights redeeming itself in an old dim star, truly inspiring. Unaware of the peeping toms, Logan continued his parade of skipping, blood shot determination in his eyes that more than likely was brought about from heavy breathing and excessive use of his legs and not determination. Whatever was really happening it looked good to those watching from inside their homes.
Logan: Yeah! Come on, Logan.
Reassuring himself with motivated manor.
Logan: Stick with it! Prove to Tanbark you can kick ass and eat hotdog's.
His voice desperate, the belly of fat juggled along. The residents of Brown Eye were convinced this was a mans chance to thrust back into warrior shoes, a chance that wouldn't happen often if ever and this movement of hope to help launch a shooting star brought them outside to their front lawns. It was very noticeable, people leaving the comfort of their home and standing about on front separate properties as if a lunar eclipse was ready to take place. The corners of his eyes watched these members of the neighborhood gather, he watched them watch him, the awkwardness fought through clinched teeth and he continued to skip. A once quiet neighborhood that only came together on annual barbeques or Christmas now amidst one another, joined together, one unit all with the same desire and hope to wish this star succeeds and doesn't fade away like the many before him. This could be appreciated by anyone.
Logan: Goo--
Breathing hard, fighting to get his words out.
Logan: Good afternoon!
The town of Brown Eye stood tall, standing among their front lawns clapping in approval of his efforts.
Logan: Than-- thank you!
Waving off he acknowledged their hospitably for letting him train among such a gracious community. The skipping continued, more motivated now by the cheers and applause of others than his quiet reasons before. Sweat built up over his eyebrows often stinging his eyes, the faint wet crack apparent on his rear end became unnoticeable with completely soaked shorts, heart raced faster than the pace he was skipping, yesterdays taste of hotdog back vomiting into his throat before swallowed back down, the result, the conclusion was simple.. Logan lost weight. Even if it'd be only three pounds knocked off the hefty star, it was three less pounds children at home didn't have to see every Monday night. It wasn't over for him, a spot light still shined over his name and the people of Brown Eye recognized that when residents came together in frenzies. Moving their support to something bigger, townsmen rushed off their lawns all skipping behind him. Only skipping to mimic the one who was cheered and admired, Logan. For him, it was grateful, people rallying behind him all performing his movements of training all the while inspiring him to push even harder. And so the flock gathered, all skipping, and Logan lead the way of a thunderous cheering march that chanted his name.
Brown Eye Community: Lo-gan! Lo-gan! Lo-gan!
Trucking along pushing himself beyond levels he hadn't been used to in years, the US champion exhaustingly lead the residents of Brown Eye through their streets. His head up high.
Logan: Don't stop..
Quietly motivating himself.
Logan: You can do this.. these people are counting on y--
Gasping for air.
Resident of Brown Eye: OH MY GOD! SOMEONE CALL AN ANBULANCE!
The last thing he heard after his eyes rolled in the back of his head and his face met asphalt.
Logan: He uses unleaded gas. I use premium gas.
The skipping didn't break just because he began mumbling. It did the opposite, his skipped quickened in pace as he continued to mumble to himself.
Logan: Everyone knows premium is better, more expensive, yet better.
Bodily fluid drooled down his pale hairless legs. Exercise stayed true and maintained.
Logan: I am better..
Had he known this work out would've caused great attention we might have never seen the US champion shed a few sweat bullets. The quiet town Brown Eye wasn't so quiet. Residents stood in their homes peeking out living room windows and screen doors all catching sight to a gratified wrestler using their proud community streets to train. Such a sweet and rare moment watching the lifting of an individuals spirits, the brightest of lights redeeming itself in an old dim star, truly inspiring. Unaware of the peeping toms, Logan continued his parade of skipping, blood shot determination in his eyes that more than likely was brought about from heavy breathing and excessive use of his legs and not determination. Whatever was really happening it looked good to those watching from inside their homes.
Logan: Yeah! Come on, Logan.
Reassuring himself with motivated manor.
Logan: Stick with it! Prove to Tanbark you can kick ass and eat hotdog's.
His voice desperate, the belly of fat juggled along. The residents of Brown Eye were convinced this was a mans chance to thrust back into warrior shoes, a chance that wouldn't happen often if ever and this movement of hope to help launch a shooting star brought them outside to their front lawns. It was very noticeable, people leaving the comfort of their home and standing about on front separate properties as if a lunar eclipse was ready to take place. The corners of his eyes watched these members of the neighborhood gather, he watched them watch him, the awkwardness fought through clinched teeth and he continued to skip. A once quiet neighborhood that only came together on annual barbeques or Christmas now amidst one another, joined together, one unit all with the same desire and hope to wish this star succeeds and doesn't fade away like the many before him. This could be appreciated by anyone.
Logan: Goo--
Breathing hard, fighting to get his words out.
Logan: Good afternoon!
The town of Brown Eye stood tall, standing among their front lawns clapping in approval of his efforts.
Logan: Than-- thank you!
Waving off he acknowledged their hospitably for letting him train among such a gracious community. The skipping continued, more motivated now by the cheers and applause of others than his quiet reasons before. Sweat built up over his eyebrows often stinging his eyes, the faint wet crack apparent on his rear end became unnoticeable with completely soaked shorts, heart raced faster than the pace he was skipping, yesterdays taste of hotdog back vomiting into his throat before swallowed back down, the result, the conclusion was simple.. Logan lost weight. Even if it'd be only three pounds knocked off the hefty star, it was three less pounds children at home didn't have to see every Monday night. It wasn't over for him, a spot light still shined over his name and the people of Brown Eye recognized that when residents came together in frenzies. Moving their support to something bigger, townsmen rushed off their lawns all skipping behind him. Only skipping to mimic the one who was cheered and admired, Logan. For him, it was grateful, people rallying behind him all performing his movements of training all the while inspiring him to push even harder. And so the flock gathered, all skipping, and Logan lead the way of a thunderous cheering march that chanted his name.
Brown Eye Community: Lo-gan! Lo-gan! Lo-gan!
Trucking along pushing himself beyond levels he hadn't been used to in years, the US champion exhaustingly lead the residents of Brown Eye through their streets. His head up high.
Logan: Don't stop..
Quietly motivating himself.
Logan: You can do this.. these people are counting on y--
Gasping for air.
Resident of Brown Eye: OH MY GOD! SOMEONE CALL AN ANBULANCE!
The last thing he heard after his eyes rolled in the back of his head and his face met asphalt.
