Post by Logan on May 5, 2009 17:03:26 GMT -5
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It was mid July now, summer of 2000, the greatest summer of my life. The WCF treated me like an royal king, provided me with anything I wanted. They knew what they had. They dealt me the cards and I played them to a tee. Before my victory over Jax the creative team that came up with most of the promo works had just started giving me a little freedom, a little working room, and if they hadn't my little spot light among the rest of WCF's workers wouldn't have shined very long. That's when I began developing an act that would become famous..
THE heel.
The bastard of bastard. Of course, I wasn't really. I was just playing a role. I was selling a company product more or less and rather it deeply annoyed the crowd to sending me death threat letters.. it was a reaction. And that's when I realized what this business was made of. Who got the biggest reaction got the spot light, and the spot light was a desire for anybody. Unfortunately, my other employees couldn't grasp the concept. Was it jealously that clouded and blinded their view? I was never sure. I only knew my peers didn't appreciate anything about me and some of the time they'd even go as far to 'no sell' me inside the ring. Ridiculous. They were young heads, for many it was their first or second promotion. Young and full of anger. But.. so was I. Besides some of the backstage heat I had to deal with on a weekly basis, the outside of things went smoothly, my matches drew the crowd in and my United States title shot was a date with Metal Angel at Night of The Champions. WCF had grossed enough money to install a cage above their ring and in that new structure would be me and Hellz Angel's lacky, Metal Angel.
Night of The Champions: 2000
The PPV following the War. A WCF champion had already been decided and the belt had already changed hands. I kept my eye on the main event scene. Mace suffered an injury and thought it'd be best to take some time off, the guy had been constantly working since the debut of WCF's 'birth father', NCW. He deserved a little vacation, however, before he left he generously handed the belt over to Steve Carr, which titled Carr, WCF's new king. It wasn't completely my concern but I wanted a shot at that guy. For the moment though, I wasn't on that level. I was set to battle for top mid card position against Angel and those 'damn Bloody }{awks'. And tonight I'd finally settle the score. Management thought it'd be good if I cut a promo before my match..
Interviewer: And the war with Bloody }{awks is set to continue. Standing to my left is the man who, nearly two months ago, declared that war.
I imagined they put together a little package to summarize our feud for the kiddies watching at home and for the fans watching the jumbotron, pretty neat.. I wanted to see it myself. After that viewing moment, the camera man slowly cut away from the interviewer and revealed me. One of those little dramatic tricks they always loved to do.
Interviewer: Steel cage..
The crowd inside the arena popped. I almost jumped up and down and cheered too.. I had never participated in a cage match. Instead, I didn't. I held my bastard glare. Kept that 'hatred' for Metal Angel boiling.
Logan: Fitting place for that filthy animal, Metal Angel.
Interviewer: After tonight do you think all of this fuss between the two of you will be over?
Logan: Angel better HOPE it's over. After I claim myself United States champion.. their isn't a damn thing YOU.
Sticking my finger in his chest.
Logan: Metal Angel. The Stinking }{awks. Carr himself. The morons in attendance tonight. Nobody! NO..body will be able to do anything about it. And I promise you this, Hank..
Cleverly winking to him out of sight from the camera before sending a well performed slap across his cheek. Hank, the interviewer, sold it very well immediately crashing into the wall and nursing his cheek. The crowd ate it up booing, they hated it when I bullied any WCF officials.
Logan: "I will do.. wattttcccchhhaaaa gotttta do.. to get.. to.. the top.."
The camera man shut off, nodding in my direction with a huge grin. Hank stood to his feet with one as well.
Logan: Haha! Nice bump.. jesus, for a moment.. I thought I accidentally hit you too hard.
Hank: No. I've gotten used to these interviews.
It wasn't the first time. We chuckled that in.
Logan: I've got to get. I'll talk to later bud.
And off I went to greet Metal Angel behind the black curtains...
It was mid July now, summer of 2000, the greatest summer of my life. The WCF treated me like an royal king, provided me with anything I wanted. They knew what they had. They dealt me the cards and I played them to a tee. Before my victory over Jax the creative team that came up with most of the promo works had just started giving me a little freedom, a little working room, and if they hadn't my little spot light among the rest of WCF's workers wouldn't have shined very long. That's when I began developing an act that would become famous..
THE heel.
The bastard of bastard. Of course, I wasn't really. I was just playing a role. I was selling a company product more or less and rather it deeply annoyed the crowd to sending me death threat letters.. it was a reaction. And that's when I realized what this business was made of. Who got the biggest reaction got the spot light, and the spot light was a desire for anybody. Unfortunately, my other employees couldn't grasp the concept. Was it jealously that clouded and blinded their view? I was never sure. I only knew my peers didn't appreciate anything about me and some of the time they'd even go as far to 'no sell' me inside the ring. Ridiculous. They were young heads, for many it was their first or second promotion. Young and full of anger. But.. so was I. Besides some of the backstage heat I had to deal with on a weekly basis, the outside of things went smoothly, my matches drew the crowd in and my United States title shot was a date with Metal Angel at Night of The Champions. WCF had grossed enough money to install a cage above their ring and in that new structure would be me and Hellz Angel's lacky, Metal Angel.
Night of The Champions: 2000
The PPV following the War. A WCF champion had already been decided and the belt had already changed hands. I kept my eye on the main event scene. Mace suffered an injury and thought it'd be best to take some time off, the guy had been constantly working since the debut of WCF's 'birth father', NCW. He deserved a little vacation, however, before he left he generously handed the belt over to Steve Carr, which titled Carr, WCF's new king. It wasn't completely my concern but I wanted a shot at that guy. For the moment though, I wasn't on that level. I was set to battle for top mid card position against Angel and those 'damn Bloody }{awks'. And tonight I'd finally settle the score. Management thought it'd be good if I cut a promo before my match..
Interviewer: And the war with Bloody }{awks is set to continue. Standing to my left is the man who, nearly two months ago, declared that war.
I imagined they put together a little package to summarize our feud for the kiddies watching at home and for the fans watching the jumbotron, pretty neat.. I wanted to see it myself. After that viewing moment, the camera man slowly cut away from the interviewer and revealed me. One of those little dramatic tricks they always loved to do.
Interviewer: Steel cage..
The crowd inside the arena popped. I almost jumped up and down and cheered too.. I had never participated in a cage match. Instead, I didn't. I held my bastard glare. Kept that 'hatred' for Metal Angel boiling.
Logan: Fitting place for that filthy animal, Metal Angel.
Interviewer: After tonight do you think all of this fuss between the two of you will be over?
Logan: Angel better HOPE it's over. After I claim myself United States champion.. their isn't a damn thing YOU.
Sticking my finger in his chest.
Logan: Metal Angel. The Stinking }{awks. Carr himself. The morons in attendance tonight. Nobody! NO..body will be able to do anything about it. And I promise you this, Hank..
Cleverly winking to him out of sight from the camera before sending a well performed slap across his cheek. Hank, the interviewer, sold it very well immediately crashing into the wall and nursing his cheek. The crowd ate it up booing, they hated it when I bullied any WCF officials.
Logan: "I will do.. wattttcccchhhaaaa gotttta do.. to get.. to.. the top.."
The camera man shut off, nodding in my direction with a huge grin. Hank stood to his feet with one as well.
Logan: Haha! Nice bump.. jesus, for a moment.. I thought I accidentally hit you too hard.
Hank: No. I've gotten used to these interviews.
It wasn't the first time. We chuckled that in.
Logan: I've got to get. I'll talk to later bud.
And off I went to greet Metal Angel behind the black curtains...
