Post by lowgan on Apr 15, 2009 4:06:22 GMT -5
Video feed smacks your vision pumping cum into your brain cells. Oh jiffy, it's Logan, oops, Lowgan, sitting in front of a camera.
Logan: My thoughts on WCF's current roster..
Throat clear in progress.
Logan: Seth Lerch.
Turning his head away from the camera, cupping his hand over his mouth and echoing a "boooo".
Logan: Why are you even on the roster? Are you a filler? Are you ever going to be considered WCF owner for more than a month? SHU-- No, no, no.. you don't get that quite yet. Money has to be thrown at me if you want some gold catch phrases. Next up.. Gravedigger, BIG cheese with the holes. BIG cheese with the big tits. What? I think man boobs when I think Gravedigger. Oh, then, Chester.. Dobbie.. okay.
Yawning.
Logan: Chris Avery. White man in a black man. That's sick. Ryan Daniels.. hm.. Ryan..
Scratching his scalp.
Logan: Fuck him. Okay, then Biohazard.. ooze! ooze! Yaaaaay!
Cutting a serious look to the camera ending the mockage.
Logan: Timebomb. M'hm. Knocking out three names in one shot. Timebomb.. meh.
Letting himself have a moment of thought.
Logan: Yeah, boud-- whoa! Almost let you have another golden egg. Then you've got back woods Johnny Reb, old metal head Corey, Triangle, blah blah.. boy toy Mikami.. and.. that's it.. yeah? Hm. I think so. Yeah, I got everyone worth mentioning, at least.
A shocking look hits his face.
Logan: No! Wait! How the hell could I forget? How could I forget that special someone whose.. SO DAMN COOL. How could I forget the best world champion this company has ever seen? How could I forget..
Drumming on his knee caps.
Logan: Logan! Haha. I didn't forget. WCF, even though it's just pure crap today.. would be nothing.. NOTHING if it wasn't for that guy. That man, that sexy man, the Face of Treachery brought entertainment to this company. He laid the bricks of excitement.
Looking down at his watch.
Logan: And.. that's the current morons of WCF. Goodnight.
Logan: My thoughts on WCF's current roster..
Throat clear in progress.
Logan: Seth Lerch.
Turning his head away from the camera, cupping his hand over his mouth and echoing a "boooo".
Logan: Why are you even on the roster? Are you a filler? Are you ever going to be considered WCF owner for more than a month? SHU-- No, no, no.. you don't get that quite yet. Money has to be thrown at me if you want some gold catch phrases. Next up.. Gravedigger, BIG cheese with the holes. BIG cheese with the big tits. What? I think man boobs when I think Gravedigger. Oh, then, Chester.. Dobbie.. okay.
Yawning.
Logan: Chris Avery. White man in a black man. That's sick. Ryan Daniels.. hm.. Ryan..
Scratching his scalp.
Logan: Fuck him. Okay, then Biohazard.. ooze! ooze! Yaaaaay!
Cutting a serious look to the camera ending the mockage.
Logan: Timebomb. M'hm. Knocking out three names in one shot. Timebomb.. meh.
Letting himself have a moment of thought.
Logan: Yeah, boud-- whoa! Almost let you have another golden egg. Then you've got back woods Johnny Reb, old metal head Corey, Triangle, blah blah.. boy toy Mikami.. and.. that's it.. yeah? Hm. I think so. Yeah, I got everyone worth mentioning, at least.
A shocking look hits his face.
Logan: No! Wait! How the hell could I forget? How could I forget that special someone whose.. SO DAMN COOL. How could I forget the best world champion this company has ever seen? How could I forget..
Drumming on his knee caps.
Logan: Logan! Haha. I didn't forget. WCF, even though it's just pure crap today.. would be nothing.. NOTHING if it wasn't for that guy. That man, that sexy man, the Face of Treachery brought entertainment to this company. He laid the bricks of excitement.
Looking down at his watch.
Logan: And.. that's the current morons of WCF. Goodnight.
