Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2009 1:53:40 GMT -5
Jay Price appears on camera standing with his back to the camera in front of a black curtain with a WCF logo on it. Price is wearing a pair of black jeans with a plain white t-shirt and a pair of white Jordans. With the Television Championship draped over his shoulder, Price turns to the camera smirking and begins to speak.
Price: "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the debut of a little segment I'm going to call "Master-Price Theatre". With Helloween just around the corner I feel as though we should really take a look at some of the competitors that I, as your Television Champion, am going to face. Tonight we're going to focus on one match in particular, the Hellimination Match. Myself and the ToT vs a group of thrown together, washed-up has been's and the beautiful Anastasia Petrova. To be a little more exact, we're going to focus on one indiviual from this group, their leader "The Face Of Treachery", the one and only and thank god for that, Logan."
The camera pans out as Price turns around and walks back towards a table and chair that have been set up for him. Beside the chair stands an easel with a white sheet draped over it. Price sits down in the chair and props his feet up on the table.
Price: "There, that's much better. Now as I was saying, tonight we're going to take a look back at the career of the man known as "Mr. WCF". A mainstay here in the WCF, Logan has been a part of the company ever since it began back in 2000. In his time spent wrestling here, Logan was able to amount quite the resume. In fact, here's a visual for those of you who aren't all that familiar with Logan."
Price reaches over and pulls the sheet off of the easel revealing a whiteboard with writing on it. The camera zooms in on the writing:
- 4 Time World Champion (2002, 2003, 2005, 2006)
- 5 Time US Champion (2000, 2003, 2009, 2009, 2009)
- 1 Time Television Champion (2003)
- 2 Time Tag Team Champion (2004 w/PC Cradle, 2007 w/Jack Of Blades)
- Hall Of Fame inductee (2003)
The camera zooms back to show Price looking over the list himself.
Price: "I have to admit this truly makes for an impressive career and for that Logan, I will applaud you."
Price mockingly applauds Logan slowly while faking a smile.
Price: "Truly, truly impressive. But it seems even more impressive that you have been able to keep your status as one of WCF's elite over all of these years. Even when the company would go under and the re-emerge, you would show up and be an elite member once again. It seems as though you never had a true downside in your career outside of your recent feud with the ToT, namely Seth Lerch, over the US Title."
The camera moves in a little bit closer on Price's face as he begins to smirk arrogantly.
Price: "With all of this glory I'm giving Logan you fans must think that I respect him, maybe even idolize him. That's what makes you fans the idiotic assclowns that you are. You see I might have some respect for Logan if it weren't for the fact that for the better part of the last year he was a fat, slobbily dressed, disgrace of a wrestler that had no real place in this company. That's right Logan, the fans might have forgotten about your past but I think it's time for a bit of a refresher."
Price motions for one of WCF's lackies to wheel in a cart with a large HD television on it.
Price: "Now I had to dig around quite a bit for this footage but I think I found some classic examples of "Mr. WCF" in action. I must warn you now that those with weak stomachs may want to look away at this time."
Price hits the play button on the remote and the camera moves in to the television screen.
Slam 1/12/09
Five Finger Death Punch "The Bleeding" sparks out, Mr. WCF emerges from the behind the black curtain engulfed by a mixed reaction from the crowd. Aside from a black shirt that reads "tac-team.webs.com" he sports his regular in ring attire, also, he has a handful of Logan DVD's tucked in his back shorts.
Shannan Lerch: Logan doing his part to advertise the blue collar man.
Logan proceeds to walk down the ramp, but notices the entry ramp now moves by itself, ala Gravedigger's new entry ramp technology, recently installed to reduce WCF's profits. It's not a bad idea. Logan takes advantage of this, stepping on the walk free machine that moves his bulky figure towards the ring.
Price pauses the video at this moment and provides some voice-over.
Price: "Ah yes, Logan at his absolute finest. A fat, disgusting, lazy blob that could barely walk down the ramp. Just classic stuff here folks."
Price presses play once again.
Zach Davis: You've got to be kiddin' me.
The escalator comes to a abrupt stop sending Logan tumbling forward, he loses his balance, his body crashing to ringside. (Price pauses the video "Classic fucking Logan" Price hit's Play again) Picking himself up, he brushes off, and poses for a hopefully concerned crowd. He isn't quite ready to step inside the ring just yet though, he walks himself around the guard rail, interacting with crowd members, pulling the stack of DVD's from his shorts, and handing them to fans in exchange for money which he also stuffs in shorts.
Shannan Lerch: He's making a killing!
Not finished with his antics, after selling off the DVD's, he grabs a microphone from a ring side official, and takes off his advertised shirt flashing it in front of the camera.
Logan: That's.. tac-team.webs.com. So, SHUT UP!
Cheap pop.
Logan: And check them out.
Dropping the microphone, he climbs into the ring, and the bell sounds. Thunder stares down Brad, Brad stares down Logan, Logan stares down a crowd member eating a hotdog.
Shannan Lerch: Logan is so focused.
Following this, Logan exits the ring, and in a trance like state approaches the fan. Thunder and Brad Kane blink, the referee begins counting Logan out. Brad Kane sets the recent event aside tying up with Thunder, the two exchange in a decent display of wrestling grapples, either one not really gaining the upper hand. Meanwhile, Logan is nearly counted out.
The clip ends and the screen goes black. Price continues to do voiceover.
Price: "And there you go folks, one of WCF's "elite", being distracted during a match by a fan in the audience eating a hot dog. I really don't think much else needs to be said about that clip, so let's move on to the next one."
Price hits play and the next clip comes up on the screen.
Till Death Do Us Part 2/22/09
Gravedigger slowly begins stumbling to his feet... and Hot Dog by Led Zeppelin begins playing.
Zach Davis: What the hell is this?
The hot dog mascot comes running out from the back, and he's carring a bag.
A bag of hot dogs.
Luscious Jackson: Oh no. No, no, no.
Shannan Lerch: DON'T PAY ATTENTION TO HIM, LOGAN!
Logan looks at the hot dog mascot, then looks back at Gravedigger, who is still getting to his feet. Then back to the hot dog mascot. Then back to Gravedigger. Logan keeps going back and forth between the two, fighting an internal battle about what to do. The hot dog mascot is going to each fan, pulling hot dogs out of his bag and handing them out.
Zach Davis: Come on Logan, do it for WCF....
Gravedigger is about to get to his feet.
The hot dog mascot is about to run out of hot dogs.
Logan looks at each man and makes his decision...
Luscious Jackson: What's it gonna be? WCF, or hot dogs?
Logan slides out of the ring and grabs the bag from the hot dog mascot. Seth Lerch screams in anger, going up to Logan and yelling at him. Logan shrugs.
Shannan Lerch: Oh, Logan. He doesn't even care!
The clip ends and the screen goes black. Price continues with his voice-over.
Price: "Okay first of all, what exactly is Logan's real fascination with hot dogs? Does anyone else think it's creepy that he was, and probably still is, so consumed with passion over hot dogs? Secondly, for those of you not so up to date with your WCF history i'll explain what that match was all about. At the time Gravedigger was in control of the WCF and Lerch was rising up to regain his company. This match was to decide who would ultimately be in control. If Logan won, Lerch got the company back. If Gravedigger won, he kept control of WCF and gained control over Lerch himself. Well, I'm sure you can all figure our what happened in that match....Logan choked and lost. Next clip."
Price hits pause and the next scene starts up.
Timebomb 3/29/09
Toxicity by System of a Down hits, and out comes Biohazard to a HUGE pop! He walks down the aisle and into the ring.
The lights dim in the arena, blue pryos shoot down the ramp, and a drum beat rolls into the PA speakers. HIM "Sigillum Diaboli" blasts out of the speakers, and Logan steps out from behind the black curtain with a cocky look on his face as he walks down to the ring. On the way, Logan might reach out every now, and then snatching peanuts from fans, or whatever else their snacking on. He hits ringside, resting on the apron catching up on a breath or two before sliding into the ring, and leaning against the turnbuckle corner.
Zach Davis: These two men are both members of Timebomb....
Shannan Lerch: I hope that awful Biohazard doesn't spit ooze into my Logan's face!
The two shake hands in the middle of the ring... Logan throws a half assed spin kick Impact Style, which doesn't hit Biohazard at all. Biohazard falls to the ground and Logan covers him.
One, two, three.
Luscious Jackson: Well that sucked.
Logan and Biohazard get up and raise their arms in the air as Logan's music plays. Biohazard pulls two hot dogs out of his pants and hands one to Logan, who eats it. Biohazard takes his hot dog, spits ooze onto it, and then eats it himself.
Zach Davis: Uh....
Shannan Lerch: Disgusting.
The scene ends and the screen goes black. Once again Price comes on with voice-over.
Price: "Really? A 5 Time US Champion? I think after seeing that clip we might need to start thinking of you as only a 4 Time US Champion. That piece of shit match right there is the worst wrestling match I've seen since the Fingerpoke Of Doom. And again with the hot dogs? Really Logan I think you have some serious issues you need to talk with a psychiatrist about. And now for our fourth and final clip of the night, we're going to move ahead in time a little bit. I don't want you to think I'm only getting on Logan for his past. I mean he's been as much a screw up now as he was back then. Don't believe me, watch this "classic Logan" match."
Price hits play and the final clip plays.
8/30/09 Revenge
Master of Puppets hits.
Luscious Jackson: Set--
The sound from the announce booth becomes interrupted.
Zach Davis: Seth Lerch..
Chia-Like, I Shall Grow cuts over Master of Puppets.
Shannan Lerch: Logan.. ?
Each of the competitors music comes to a closing, the two both walk out from the back arguing with one another.
Luscious Jackson: It looks like Loga--
Shannan Lerch: From what I can hear, Logan is insisting that he make his entrance first.
Zach Davis: These two arguing over who comes out first? Christ.
The two rattle off to one another, standing on the top stage, spot light to the audience. Lerch levels the argument stuffing a finger into Logan's chest. Logan, of course, responds kicking Seth's shin. Hopping the stage in annoyed agony of the shinkick, Seth further encourages the Three Stooges-like encounter by poking the 'eye of treachery'. Logan sells the eye poke to the full extent, staggering the stage in circles claiming he'd been blinded. Taking advantage of the effect blinding maneuver/poke, Lerch clinches the sightless Logan into his side and begins descent down the ramp.
Zach Davis: Seth Lerch with the early advantage.
Luscious Jackson: Inde--
Shannan Lerch: Indeed, as sexy as that eye of Logan may be, it can be poked.
Zach Davis: Shades of Flair.
Shannan Lerch: Very effective.
Luscious Jackson: Ver--
Zach Davis: Very.
Seth Lerch shoves the near eyeless Logan under the bottom rope and instantly joins him, the bell rings. Lerch provokes Logan, egging him on to get up with wild slaps to the back of the head and face full middle finger taunts. Logan raises, the crowd raises.
Luscious Jackson: A look of determin--
Zach Davis: Determined! Logan looks determined!
Luscious Jackson: What the fuc--
Shannan Lerch: Determination is especially sexy when it's Logan being determined.
With the crowd behind Logan, he finds the long lost adrenaline rush he needed from the get go, and with that, he charges Seth spearing him to the mat. Seth counters rolling Logan off of him, climbs to his feet, Logan fires back on the attack with a close line, Lerch ducks, Logan's momentum gets the best of him and he flies into the ropes, Logan bounces off and springs back to Lerch with a cross body, it connects! Logan makes an early pin.
One.
Two.
Seth kicks out. Logan calls for an early end, signaling for a Connector. The crowd digs such calling. Lerch notices this, shaking his head, a look of fear stretching his face for he knows how devastating the move can be. Logan grabbys at Seth, wraps him in a sleeper, Lerch throws elbows into Logan's side to break free but it's not enough! Logan hits the Connector on Seth and pins!
One.
Two.
Three.
Luscious Jackson: Early vi--
Zach Davis: An early victory.
Shannan Lerch: Indeed.
Chia-Like, I Shall Grow plays through the arena. Logan climbs the turnbuckle, raising his arms on que with the crowds anticipation of raising arms.
Zach Davis: Logan is going to get what he wants... and that can mean only one thing!
Luscious Jackson: Logan versus Tort-
Zach Davis: Logan versus Torture!
The referee looks a bit puzzled talking to another officer who stands by at ring side, the jumbotron comes to life, we clearly come to realize Seth's foot was lazily slung over the bottom rope. Logan notices this.. a little late.. Seth throws an arm between his legs slinging him off the turnbuckle and low blowing him in the process, the back of Logan's head smacks off the ring mat and in result we get Seth Lerch with a school boy pin on a dazed surprised Logan. The referee drops.
One!
Two!
Three!
Luscious Jackson: Wha--
Shannan Lerch: What?!
Seth Lerch, still suffering a bit from the Connector, rolls out of the ring and Master of Puppets hits. Logan remains laid out on the mat still temporarily unconscious from that awkward landing on his head. Lerch limps up the ramp and goes into the back. The referee tries to wake Logan.
Shannan Lerch: Oh m--
Luscious Jackson: YOU JUST GOT KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT! HA!
Zach Davis: ...
Shannan Lerch: ...
Zach Davis: What does this mean for Logan? Is he fired... again?
Shannan Lerch: We'll see what Seth has in store for him next week...
Price hits stop on the remote and the camera shifts away from the TV and once again focuses on Price sitting in the chair with his feet propped up on the table. He lays the remote down on the table and begins to speak.
Price: "I don't know what to say about that match. You start off arguing with Lerch like a couple of schoolyard kids and then do your best three stooges routine. Then you actually start the match and you end up getting beat by the owner of the company. Now I mean no offense to Seth, he knows that I have respect for him, but you're a real wrestler Logan. You're a Fucking 4 Time World Champion, and you get beat by Seth Lerch. And where did that loss leave you? Seth goes and steals the belt from you due to the stipulations of the match. Sure you went and won it back, but that match in itself was nothing but a joke what with the gay porn and masks. God you would think the two of you were recreating a saturday night at your house rather then wrestling a match for one of the most prized titles in WCF."
Price sits up in the chair and takes his feet off of the table. He takes the TV Title off of his shoulder and places it onto the table before looking back at the camera.
Price: "Okay now enough with the jokes. Logan you and I know that while this might be a tag team match, it's going to end up being an all out brawl between you and I. I don't like you and you don't like me. I know it, you know it, the fucking morons in the crowd know it, and everyone in the locker room knows it. Let's go back to the WAR match a few weeks ago. I'm not going to show you any damn clips because I was there Logan, and I remember what happened, just like I'm sure you do. It came down to you, me and Slickie T. You spent the whole damn WAR match trying to eliminate me but you failed. You came at me with everything in your whole damn arsenal and you failed. Then Slickie T eliminates me and you go berserk, but to no avail, because once again you failed and got yourself pinned. Now if you think Helloween is going to be a cakewalk you need to start re-thinking your strategy. All this bullshit involving hot dogs, and three stooges routines and your collection of gay porn, none of it's going to matter. You're not stepping into the ring with Seth Lerch or one of your lackies like Biohazard. You are stepping into the ring with the most dominant force to ever exist in professional wrestling: me. As for your teammates, the rest of the ToT can handle that group of jobbers that you call a team."
Price stands up, places his title belt onto his shoulder, and looks directly into the camera.
Price: "Logan, you may be a veteran with a resume that isn't matched by anyone else in WCF history, but on Sunday you're resume isn't going to mean shit to anybody, especially me. In this business it's all about "what have you done for me lately". I've been nothing short of dominant, leaving a trail of busted bones and blood behind me everytime I step in the ring. A belt around my waist after only 2 weeks. Still yet to be pinned or forced to submit. Logan I've done things so fast that soon, when you're long gone and dead probably from choking on a hot dog, that resume of yours won't be good for anything but wiping my ass. I am the future of WCF and you are the company laughing stock, the whipping boy that just doesn't know when to stay down. I'm going to make you wish that you had stayed away from WCF after you walked out on it 2 months before it closed in 2007. Logan you've got a pissed off rookie on a mission to deal with, and I seriously hope you're ready for what's coming to you."
Price looks at the TV Title on his shoulder and pats it with his hand.
Price: "You might be a legend and the US Champion, but this TV Champion has already proved who the better wrestler is on paper. This Sunday, I'm going to make it official when I pin your ass in the center of the ring."
Price walks off screen as the camera zooms in on the WCF logo on the black curtain in the background.
(Next week on Master-price Theatre: Part 2 of 2)
(For those who wondered or cared, the anti-Logan part of this RP was sooooo damn long that I had to break it off from the rest of the RP that is supposed to go towards the Hellimination match. It would have been ridiculously long and nobody would have wanted to do that much reading. So basically part 2 will be a continuation of this, only it will focus on the rest of the team.)
Price: "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the debut of a little segment I'm going to call "Master-Price Theatre". With Helloween just around the corner I feel as though we should really take a look at some of the competitors that I, as your Television Champion, am going to face. Tonight we're going to focus on one match in particular, the Hellimination Match. Myself and the ToT vs a group of thrown together, washed-up has been's and the beautiful Anastasia Petrova. To be a little more exact, we're going to focus on one indiviual from this group, their leader "The Face Of Treachery", the one and only and thank god for that, Logan."
The camera pans out as Price turns around and walks back towards a table and chair that have been set up for him. Beside the chair stands an easel with a white sheet draped over it. Price sits down in the chair and props his feet up on the table.
Price: "There, that's much better. Now as I was saying, tonight we're going to take a look back at the career of the man known as "Mr. WCF". A mainstay here in the WCF, Logan has been a part of the company ever since it began back in 2000. In his time spent wrestling here, Logan was able to amount quite the resume. In fact, here's a visual for those of you who aren't all that familiar with Logan."
Price reaches over and pulls the sheet off of the easel revealing a whiteboard with writing on it. The camera zooms in on the writing:
- 4 Time World Champion (2002, 2003, 2005, 2006)
- 5 Time US Champion (2000, 2003, 2009, 2009, 2009)
- 1 Time Television Champion (2003)
- 2 Time Tag Team Champion (2004 w/PC Cradle, 2007 w/Jack Of Blades)
- Hall Of Fame inductee (2003)
The camera zooms back to show Price looking over the list himself.
Price: "I have to admit this truly makes for an impressive career and for that Logan, I will applaud you."
Price mockingly applauds Logan slowly while faking a smile.
Price: "Truly, truly impressive. But it seems even more impressive that you have been able to keep your status as one of WCF's elite over all of these years. Even when the company would go under and the re-emerge, you would show up and be an elite member once again. It seems as though you never had a true downside in your career outside of your recent feud with the ToT, namely Seth Lerch, over the US Title."
The camera moves in a little bit closer on Price's face as he begins to smirk arrogantly.
Price: "With all of this glory I'm giving Logan you fans must think that I respect him, maybe even idolize him. That's what makes you fans the idiotic assclowns that you are. You see I might have some respect for Logan if it weren't for the fact that for the better part of the last year he was a fat, slobbily dressed, disgrace of a wrestler that had no real place in this company. That's right Logan, the fans might have forgotten about your past but I think it's time for a bit of a refresher."
Price motions for one of WCF's lackies to wheel in a cart with a large HD television on it.
Price: "Now I had to dig around quite a bit for this footage but I think I found some classic examples of "Mr. WCF" in action. I must warn you now that those with weak stomachs may want to look away at this time."
Price hits the play button on the remote and the camera moves in to the television screen.
Slam 1/12/09
Five Finger Death Punch "The Bleeding" sparks out, Mr. WCF emerges from the behind the black curtain engulfed by a mixed reaction from the crowd. Aside from a black shirt that reads "tac-team.webs.com" he sports his regular in ring attire, also, he has a handful of Logan DVD's tucked in his back shorts.
Shannan Lerch: Logan doing his part to advertise the blue collar man.
Logan proceeds to walk down the ramp, but notices the entry ramp now moves by itself, ala Gravedigger's new entry ramp technology, recently installed to reduce WCF's profits. It's not a bad idea. Logan takes advantage of this, stepping on the walk free machine that moves his bulky figure towards the ring.
Price pauses the video at this moment and provides some voice-over.
Price: "Ah yes, Logan at his absolute finest. A fat, disgusting, lazy blob that could barely walk down the ramp. Just classic stuff here folks."
Price presses play once again.
Zach Davis: You've got to be kiddin' me.
The escalator comes to a abrupt stop sending Logan tumbling forward, he loses his balance, his body crashing to ringside. (Price pauses the video "Classic fucking Logan" Price hit's Play again) Picking himself up, he brushes off, and poses for a hopefully concerned crowd. He isn't quite ready to step inside the ring just yet though, he walks himself around the guard rail, interacting with crowd members, pulling the stack of DVD's from his shorts, and handing them to fans in exchange for money which he also stuffs in shorts.
Shannan Lerch: He's making a killing!
Not finished with his antics, after selling off the DVD's, he grabs a microphone from a ring side official, and takes off his advertised shirt flashing it in front of the camera.
Logan: That's.. tac-team.webs.com. So, SHUT UP!
Cheap pop.
Logan: And check them out.
Dropping the microphone, he climbs into the ring, and the bell sounds. Thunder stares down Brad, Brad stares down Logan, Logan stares down a crowd member eating a hotdog.
Shannan Lerch: Logan is so focused.
Following this, Logan exits the ring, and in a trance like state approaches the fan. Thunder and Brad Kane blink, the referee begins counting Logan out. Brad Kane sets the recent event aside tying up with Thunder, the two exchange in a decent display of wrestling grapples, either one not really gaining the upper hand. Meanwhile, Logan is nearly counted out.
The clip ends and the screen goes black. Price continues to do voiceover.
Price: "And there you go folks, one of WCF's "elite", being distracted during a match by a fan in the audience eating a hot dog. I really don't think much else needs to be said about that clip, so let's move on to the next one."
Price hits play and the next clip comes up on the screen.
Till Death Do Us Part 2/22/09
Gravedigger slowly begins stumbling to his feet... and Hot Dog by Led Zeppelin begins playing.
Zach Davis: What the hell is this?
The hot dog mascot comes running out from the back, and he's carring a bag.
A bag of hot dogs.
Luscious Jackson: Oh no. No, no, no.
Shannan Lerch: DON'T PAY ATTENTION TO HIM, LOGAN!
Logan looks at the hot dog mascot, then looks back at Gravedigger, who is still getting to his feet. Then back to the hot dog mascot. Then back to Gravedigger. Logan keeps going back and forth between the two, fighting an internal battle about what to do. The hot dog mascot is going to each fan, pulling hot dogs out of his bag and handing them out.
Zach Davis: Come on Logan, do it for WCF....
Gravedigger is about to get to his feet.
The hot dog mascot is about to run out of hot dogs.
Logan looks at each man and makes his decision...
Luscious Jackson: What's it gonna be? WCF, or hot dogs?
Logan slides out of the ring and grabs the bag from the hot dog mascot. Seth Lerch screams in anger, going up to Logan and yelling at him. Logan shrugs.
Shannan Lerch: Oh, Logan. He doesn't even care!
The clip ends and the screen goes black. Price continues with his voice-over.
Price: "Okay first of all, what exactly is Logan's real fascination with hot dogs? Does anyone else think it's creepy that he was, and probably still is, so consumed with passion over hot dogs? Secondly, for those of you not so up to date with your WCF history i'll explain what that match was all about. At the time Gravedigger was in control of the WCF and Lerch was rising up to regain his company. This match was to decide who would ultimately be in control. If Logan won, Lerch got the company back. If Gravedigger won, he kept control of WCF and gained control over Lerch himself. Well, I'm sure you can all figure our what happened in that match....Logan choked and lost. Next clip."
Price hits pause and the next scene starts up.
Timebomb 3/29/09
Toxicity by System of a Down hits, and out comes Biohazard to a HUGE pop! He walks down the aisle and into the ring.
The lights dim in the arena, blue pryos shoot down the ramp, and a drum beat rolls into the PA speakers. HIM "Sigillum Diaboli" blasts out of the speakers, and Logan steps out from behind the black curtain with a cocky look on his face as he walks down to the ring. On the way, Logan might reach out every now, and then snatching peanuts from fans, or whatever else their snacking on. He hits ringside, resting on the apron catching up on a breath or two before sliding into the ring, and leaning against the turnbuckle corner.
Zach Davis: These two men are both members of Timebomb....
Shannan Lerch: I hope that awful Biohazard doesn't spit ooze into my Logan's face!
The two shake hands in the middle of the ring... Logan throws a half assed spin kick Impact Style, which doesn't hit Biohazard at all. Biohazard falls to the ground and Logan covers him.
One, two, three.
Luscious Jackson: Well that sucked.
Logan and Biohazard get up and raise their arms in the air as Logan's music plays. Biohazard pulls two hot dogs out of his pants and hands one to Logan, who eats it. Biohazard takes his hot dog, spits ooze onto it, and then eats it himself.
Zach Davis: Uh....
Shannan Lerch: Disgusting.
The scene ends and the screen goes black. Once again Price comes on with voice-over.
Price: "Really? A 5 Time US Champion? I think after seeing that clip we might need to start thinking of you as only a 4 Time US Champion. That piece of shit match right there is the worst wrestling match I've seen since the Fingerpoke Of Doom. And again with the hot dogs? Really Logan I think you have some serious issues you need to talk with a psychiatrist about. And now for our fourth and final clip of the night, we're going to move ahead in time a little bit. I don't want you to think I'm only getting on Logan for his past. I mean he's been as much a screw up now as he was back then. Don't believe me, watch this "classic Logan" match."
Price hits play and the final clip plays.
8/30/09 Revenge
Master of Puppets hits.
Luscious Jackson: Set--
The sound from the announce booth becomes interrupted.
Zach Davis: Seth Lerch..
Chia-Like, I Shall Grow cuts over Master of Puppets.
Shannan Lerch: Logan.. ?
Each of the competitors music comes to a closing, the two both walk out from the back arguing with one another.
Luscious Jackson: It looks like Loga--
Shannan Lerch: From what I can hear, Logan is insisting that he make his entrance first.
Zach Davis: These two arguing over who comes out first? Christ.
The two rattle off to one another, standing on the top stage, spot light to the audience. Lerch levels the argument stuffing a finger into Logan's chest. Logan, of course, responds kicking Seth's shin. Hopping the stage in annoyed agony of the shinkick, Seth further encourages the Three Stooges-like encounter by poking the 'eye of treachery'. Logan sells the eye poke to the full extent, staggering the stage in circles claiming he'd been blinded. Taking advantage of the effect blinding maneuver/poke, Lerch clinches the sightless Logan into his side and begins descent down the ramp.
Zach Davis: Seth Lerch with the early advantage.
Luscious Jackson: Inde--
Shannan Lerch: Indeed, as sexy as that eye of Logan may be, it can be poked.
Zach Davis: Shades of Flair.
Shannan Lerch: Very effective.
Luscious Jackson: Ver--
Zach Davis: Very.
Seth Lerch shoves the near eyeless Logan under the bottom rope and instantly joins him, the bell rings. Lerch provokes Logan, egging him on to get up with wild slaps to the back of the head and face full middle finger taunts. Logan raises, the crowd raises.
Luscious Jackson: A look of determin--
Zach Davis: Determined! Logan looks determined!
Luscious Jackson: What the fuc--
Shannan Lerch: Determination is especially sexy when it's Logan being determined.
With the crowd behind Logan, he finds the long lost adrenaline rush he needed from the get go, and with that, he charges Seth spearing him to the mat. Seth counters rolling Logan off of him, climbs to his feet, Logan fires back on the attack with a close line, Lerch ducks, Logan's momentum gets the best of him and he flies into the ropes, Logan bounces off and springs back to Lerch with a cross body, it connects! Logan makes an early pin.
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Seth kicks out. Logan calls for an early end, signaling for a Connector. The crowd digs such calling. Lerch notices this, shaking his head, a look of fear stretching his face for he knows how devastating the move can be. Logan grabbys at Seth, wraps him in a sleeper, Lerch throws elbows into Logan's side to break free but it's not enough! Logan hits the Connector on Seth and pins!
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Luscious Jackson: Early vi--
Zach Davis: An early victory.
Shannan Lerch: Indeed.
Chia-Like, I Shall Grow plays through the arena. Logan climbs the turnbuckle, raising his arms on que with the crowds anticipation of raising arms.
Zach Davis: Logan is going to get what he wants... and that can mean only one thing!
Luscious Jackson: Logan versus Tort-
Zach Davis: Logan versus Torture!
The referee looks a bit puzzled talking to another officer who stands by at ring side, the jumbotron comes to life, we clearly come to realize Seth's foot was lazily slung over the bottom rope. Logan notices this.. a little late.. Seth throws an arm between his legs slinging him off the turnbuckle and low blowing him in the process, the back of Logan's head smacks off the ring mat and in result we get Seth Lerch with a school boy pin on a dazed surprised Logan. The referee drops.
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Luscious Jackson: Wha--
Shannan Lerch: What?!
Seth Lerch, still suffering a bit from the Connector, rolls out of the ring and Master of Puppets hits. Logan remains laid out on the mat still temporarily unconscious from that awkward landing on his head. Lerch limps up the ramp and goes into the back. The referee tries to wake Logan.
Shannan Lerch: Oh m--
Luscious Jackson: YOU JUST GOT KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT! HA!
Zach Davis: ...
Shannan Lerch: ...
Zach Davis: What does this mean for Logan? Is he fired... again?
Shannan Lerch: We'll see what Seth has in store for him next week...
Price hits stop on the remote and the camera shifts away from the TV and once again focuses on Price sitting in the chair with his feet propped up on the table. He lays the remote down on the table and begins to speak.
Price: "I don't know what to say about that match. You start off arguing with Lerch like a couple of schoolyard kids and then do your best three stooges routine. Then you actually start the match and you end up getting beat by the owner of the company. Now I mean no offense to Seth, he knows that I have respect for him, but you're a real wrestler Logan. You're a Fucking 4 Time World Champion, and you get beat by Seth Lerch. And where did that loss leave you? Seth goes and steals the belt from you due to the stipulations of the match. Sure you went and won it back, but that match in itself was nothing but a joke what with the gay porn and masks. God you would think the two of you were recreating a saturday night at your house rather then wrestling a match for one of the most prized titles in WCF."
Price sits up in the chair and takes his feet off of the table. He takes the TV Title off of his shoulder and places it onto the table before looking back at the camera.
Price: "Okay now enough with the jokes. Logan you and I know that while this might be a tag team match, it's going to end up being an all out brawl between you and I. I don't like you and you don't like me. I know it, you know it, the fucking morons in the crowd know it, and everyone in the locker room knows it. Let's go back to the WAR match a few weeks ago. I'm not going to show you any damn clips because I was there Logan, and I remember what happened, just like I'm sure you do. It came down to you, me and Slickie T. You spent the whole damn WAR match trying to eliminate me but you failed. You came at me with everything in your whole damn arsenal and you failed. Then Slickie T eliminates me and you go berserk, but to no avail, because once again you failed and got yourself pinned. Now if you think Helloween is going to be a cakewalk you need to start re-thinking your strategy. All this bullshit involving hot dogs, and three stooges routines and your collection of gay porn, none of it's going to matter. You're not stepping into the ring with Seth Lerch or one of your lackies like Biohazard. You are stepping into the ring with the most dominant force to ever exist in professional wrestling: me. As for your teammates, the rest of the ToT can handle that group of jobbers that you call a team."
Price stands up, places his title belt onto his shoulder, and looks directly into the camera.
Price: "Logan, you may be a veteran with a resume that isn't matched by anyone else in WCF history, but on Sunday you're resume isn't going to mean shit to anybody, especially me. In this business it's all about "what have you done for me lately". I've been nothing short of dominant, leaving a trail of busted bones and blood behind me everytime I step in the ring. A belt around my waist after only 2 weeks. Still yet to be pinned or forced to submit. Logan I've done things so fast that soon, when you're long gone and dead probably from choking on a hot dog, that resume of yours won't be good for anything but wiping my ass. I am the future of WCF and you are the company laughing stock, the whipping boy that just doesn't know when to stay down. I'm going to make you wish that you had stayed away from WCF after you walked out on it 2 months before it closed in 2007. Logan you've got a pissed off rookie on a mission to deal with, and I seriously hope you're ready for what's coming to you."
Price looks at the TV Title on his shoulder and pats it with his hand.
Price: "You might be a legend and the US Champion, but this TV Champion has already proved who the better wrestler is on paper. This Sunday, I'm going to make it official when I pin your ass in the center of the ring."
Price walks off screen as the camera zooms in on the WCF logo on the black curtain in the background.
(Next week on Master-price Theatre: Part 2 of 2)
(For those who wondered or cared, the anti-Logan part of this RP was sooooo damn long that I had to break it off from the rest of the RP that is supposed to go towards the Hellimination match. It would have been ridiculously long and nobody would have wanted to do that much reading. So basically part 2 will be a continuation of this, only it will focus on the rest of the team.)
