Chia Like, I Shall Grow (Character Regression)
Jun 24, 2018 23:19:52 GMT -5
Logan, Corey Black, and 3 more like this
Post by loganforever on Jun 24, 2018 23:19:52 GMT -5
A familiar song starts to play as the screen shows nothing but black. Two all too familiar words disrupt the blackness, white lettering, fading in.
I've watched you all succeed, with the highest marks in greed,
from my cave, where you're displayed like photographs that bleed.
And my teeth grind names, into their ivory membranes..
I am hate everlasting!, with each sickly spell I'm casting!
SHUT UP!
Discard all feelings,
the stars scar my ceiling..
Sun, I won't spare you. Moon, I won't spare you!
Logan's back? He's not?
And my pain is mine. It's become my friend with time.
Chia-like, it grows. Watch it fester for my foes!
One day, I'm gonna get up and get right back in the city,
with my flamethrower mouth, you bet your life it won't be pretty!
SHUT UP!
I discard all my feelings,
as the stars still scar my ceiling!
I won't spare you! I, I won't spare you!
Jayson Price is a boudle? He's the biggest boudle bitch to ever bitch a boudle?
Photograph, photograph, photograph..
Why'd you have to go and take a picture of a life like this?
You aren't new enough. I give up, I give up, I give up on you!
SHUT UP!
Look at you, look at you, look at you!
Pretty boy, floating face down in a pond of glue!
You aren't new enough. We give up, we give up, we give up on all those like you!
The greatest WCF wrestler of all time... is going to kick Jayson Price's ass, one last time?
Won't spare you, won't spare you, won't spare you, I won't spare you..
I shall grow and grow...
I'll grow.
You know what? Don't shut up. Keep talking.
The screen returns once again to total blackness before opening up to a man's back. He's wearing a black T-shirt with, of course, a new "SHUT UP!" logo printed on it. We hear laughter. And a familiar voice.
Logan: Jay Price. You and I go back. WAY back. Almost ten years ago, I made you at One 2009. I MADE you. Without Logan, there is no Jay Price. Without fighting me on that show, you'd have wandered off like every other long forgotten name. You got lucky, Jay, that we happened to end up fighting on that night. For you, it was the match that made your entire career and gave you the right to a decade of mediocrity.
For me, it was a Sunday.
I haven't wrestled a lot recently... and supposedly there's this thing called "ring rust." There is? There isn't?
SHUT UP!
Ring rust means nothing to me. I put this company on the map - by myself. Some people think Seth Lerch built WCF. That's a joke. Seth Lerch is a nobody - that's one thing we can agree on! He's some guy that somehow had enough money to sign the best wrestlers on the planet and make them fight. I'M the one that made WCF the place to be.
For a long time, I carried this company on my back. But even the mightiest backs start to break. So I made you, Jay Price. I made Torture. I made Jack of Blades, I made anyone to join or fight the Team of Treachery.
I MADE THIS COMPANY! I DID! LOGAN! SHUT UP! I DID? I DIDN'T!? I DID! SHUT UP!
We zoom out a bit, revealing more of Logan's body. We see his buzzcut hair, and although he's skinnier, he's lost some muscle definition.
Logan: And then Seth Lerch disappeared. WCF, once again, needs someone to build it up. Someone to make it the pinnacle of pro wrestling. Once again, WCF NEEDS Logan. It doesn't just want me... WCF NEEDS me. Ha. Hahaha.
Logan's laugh sounds almost foreign.. desperate, in a way.
Logan: HAHAHAHA!
We've zoomed out enough to see that Logan is seated on a spinny office chair. His head is down, his hands are clasped on his lap as he's been talking.
Logan: So I'm going to walk into XIII as a returning hero. Finally. Not as the pariah that I once was, but as the man that will, once again, make this company. I fully intend on erasing my past mistakes, and those mistakes start with you, Jay Price. Because make no mistake about it, Logan is back. I'm back to take back MY company.
I'M LOGAN. THE FACE OF THE WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP FEDERATION, MR. WCF HIMSELF. HAH!
Back to the laughing. Logan's body shifts as he sits up.
Logan: They used to think I was crazy. And, hell, maybe I was. But not anymore. I'm an older man, wiser. I've seen a lot. And I'm the most god damn sane I've ever been, and I'm the sanest god damn motherfucker in the WCF.
The camera pans out a bit more, and we see a coffee table next to Logan's spinny chair. There's a Yuengling on it. Logan lifts it up.
Logan: One more for the road.
The Yuengling is half full, but Logan quickly downs it and tosses it aside. As the camera pans out one last time, we can see dozens of them littering the ground.
Logan: I hope you haven't forgotten how it feels to get taken down by my Impact Style and defeated with my Connector, Jay, because I'll be reminding you real soon.
Logan's chair turns, and we see Logan's face....
Only, it isn't the face of Logan. We can quickly realize the body type didn't seem quite right, and the voice wasn't the voice we remember.
We see the face of Seth Lerch.
Seth Lerch: SO, JAY PRICE! SHUT UP! HAHAHAHA! SEE YA IN THE 60'S, END OF F'N QUOTE.
This confusing segment ends on a meta reference that only two people in the world would understand.
I've watched you all succeed, with the highest marks in greed,
from my cave, where you're displayed like photographs that bleed.
And my teeth grind names, into their ivory membranes..
I am hate everlasting!, with each sickly spell I'm casting!
SHUT UP!
Discard all feelings,
the stars scar my ceiling..
Sun, I won't spare you. Moon, I won't spare you!
Logan's back? He's not?
And my pain is mine. It's become my friend with time.
Chia-like, it grows. Watch it fester for my foes!
One day, I'm gonna get up and get right back in the city,
with my flamethrower mouth, you bet your life it won't be pretty!
SHUT UP!
I discard all my feelings,
as the stars still scar my ceiling!
I won't spare you! I, I won't spare you!
Jayson Price is a boudle? He's the biggest boudle bitch to ever bitch a boudle?
Photograph, photograph, photograph..
Why'd you have to go and take a picture of a life like this?
You aren't new enough. I give up, I give up, I give up on you!
SHUT UP!
Look at you, look at you, look at you!
Pretty boy, floating face down in a pond of glue!
You aren't new enough. We give up, we give up, we give up on all those like you!
The greatest WCF wrestler of all time... is going to kick Jayson Price's ass, one last time?
Won't spare you, won't spare you, won't spare you, I won't spare you..
I shall grow and grow...
I'll grow.
You know what? Don't shut up. Keep talking.
The screen returns once again to total blackness before opening up to a man's back. He's wearing a black T-shirt with, of course, a new "SHUT UP!" logo printed on it. We hear laughter. And a familiar voice.
Logan: Jay Price. You and I go back. WAY back. Almost ten years ago, I made you at One 2009. I MADE you. Without Logan, there is no Jay Price. Without fighting me on that show, you'd have wandered off like every other long forgotten name. You got lucky, Jay, that we happened to end up fighting on that night. For you, it was the match that made your entire career and gave you the right to a decade of mediocrity.
For me, it was a Sunday.
I haven't wrestled a lot recently... and supposedly there's this thing called "ring rust." There is? There isn't?
SHUT UP!
Ring rust means nothing to me. I put this company on the map - by myself. Some people think Seth Lerch built WCF. That's a joke. Seth Lerch is a nobody - that's one thing we can agree on! He's some guy that somehow had enough money to sign the best wrestlers on the planet and make them fight. I'M the one that made WCF the place to be.
For a long time, I carried this company on my back. But even the mightiest backs start to break. So I made you, Jay Price. I made Torture. I made Jack of Blades, I made anyone to join or fight the Team of Treachery.
I MADE THIS COMPANY! I DID! LOGAN! SHUT UP! I DID? I DIDN'T!? I DID! SHUT UP!
We zoom out a bit, revealing more of Logan's body. We see his buzzcut hair, and although he's skinnier, he's lost some muscle definition.
Logan: And then Seth Lerch disappeared. WCF, once again, needs someone to build it up. Someone to make it the pinnacle of pro wrestling. Once again, WCF NEEDS Logan. It doesn't just want me... WCF NEEDS me. Ha. Hahaha.
Logan's laugh sounds almost foreign.. desperate, in a way.
Logan: HAHAHAHA!
We've zoomed out enough to see that Logan is seated on a spinny office chair. His head is down, his hands are clasped on his lap as he's been talking.
Logan: So I'm going to walk into XIII as a returning hero. Finally. Not as the pariah that I once was, but as the man that will, once again, make this company. I fully intend on erasing my past mistakes, and those mistakes start with you, Jay Price. Because make no mistake about it, Logan is back. I'm back to take back MY company.
I'M LOGAN. THE FACE OF THE WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP FEDERATION, MR. WCF HIMSELF. HAH!
Back to the laughing. Logan's body shifts as he sits up.
Logan: They used to think I was crazy. And, hell, maybe I was. But not anymore. I'm an older man, wiser. I've seen a lot. And I'm the most god damn sane I've ever been, and I'm the sanest god damn motherfucker in the WCF.
The camera pans out a bit more, and we see a coffee table next to Logan's spinny chair. There's a Yuengling on it. Logan lifts it up.
Logan: One more for the road.
The Yuengling is half full, but Logan quickly downs it and tosses it aside. As the camera pans out one last time, we can see dozens of them littering the ground.
Logan: I hope you haven't forgotten how it feels to get taken down by my Impact Style and defeated with my Connector, Jay, because I'll be reminding you real soon.
Logan's chair turns, and we see Logan's face....
Only, it isn't the face of Logan. We can quickly realize the body type didn't seem quite right, and the voice wasn't the voice we remember.
We see the face of Seth Lerch.
Seth Lerch: SO, JAY PRICE! SHUT UP! HAHAHAHA! SEE YA IN THE 60'S, END OF F'N QUOTE.
This confusing segment ends on a meta reference that only two people in the world would understand.
