Post by logan on Feb 14, 2006 20:06:20 GMT -5
Logan: Ah, the ever so loving taste of..
Logan smiles into the camera.
Logan: Treachery.
The scene opens up, Logan kicked back in Seth's office with the world title laying over his right shoulder. Logan goes to put his feet up on the desk, but looks at Seth before he does. Seth simply shakes his head. Logan puts his feet down.
Logan: Ah!
Seth Lerch: I like to keep things organized, and neat. The last thing I need is your feet on my desk.
Logan: But dude, I've been running with WCF for seven freaking years.. I deserve to put my feet on the bosses desk, I deserve respect!
Seth Lerch: Not today.
Logan sighs.
Logan: What's the long look man?
Seth Lerch: Whatcha mean?
Logan: You've been upset looking all day, you even looked mad when we went into Victoria Secret. Usually, you can't get enough panty sniffing.
Seth Lerch: Eh, just a few backstage problems that had to get worked out.
Logan: The interviewers get caught smoking pot in the bathroom again?
Seth Lerch: No, not that.. wait.. what?!
Logan: Uh, nevermind.
Seth Lerch: People smoking pot under MY nose? Drugs are bad.
Logan coughs.
Logan: I couldn't agree anymore. So, what boudle did we have lined up this week?
Seth Lerch: You didn't hear the show bookings?
Logan: Well, no.. not really.
Seth Lerch: Your telling me, that your the WCF champion, and you have no idea who your facing this week.
Logan: Damn right baby. I don't have a clue.
Seth Lerch: Well, actually you have a title match this week.
Logan: Ah, so you decided to give me a shot at the old T.V. title huh? That's real nice of you man, I've always wanted to be a two time television champion.
Seth Lerch: Haha, no. YOUR title.
Logan grabs a drink off of Seth's desk, takes a swig, and then spits it out over the floor. A shocked look overcomes Logan's face.
Logan: Do what?!
Seth Lerch: Don't worry, it's against Davey Ortega.
Logan: Oh. Well, nevermind. Sorry about the water thing..
Logan sits the class of water back on Seth's desk.
Seth Lerch: Yeah, that was actually MY water, and I just had this carpet steamed cleaned.
Logan: It's just water though, we even have a water machine outside in the hall way. I can go refill it if you want.
Seth Lerch: That's okay.
Seth smirks.
Logan: Well, excuse me a minute if you could. Promo time.
Logan cracks his neck, spins around in his chair, and faces the camera.
Logan: You know what Boudle Ortega, you have exactly no idea what your getting into this week. I am a man with no fear, I'm friends with the word pain, matter of fact, me, and pain get along. I'm a raw iron cas-- OOWWWW!
Seth Lerch: What the hell?
Logan: Dude, you got a tack on your floor. I just stepped on a freakin' tack.
Seth Lerch: Can't be, I just got this bad boy steam cleaned.
Logan: Well.. I have a tack in my foot, so.
Seth Lerch: Son of a..
Seth jumps on the phone, as Logan gets back to his promo.
Logan: As I was saying. I'm the WCF champion, the king of beers, the number one man. You hear that Davey boy? Well, maybe you can't.. you might be down the hall, and this probably isn't live. But maybe you can? No? Yes? SHUT UP! I really don't have much to say about you Davey, besides well.. hear me out, I just thought of a few things. Your messing with the freakin leader of the Team of Treachery? Hear that one buddy? Yup. T.o.T is back, and there isn't a damn thing you, Dake Ken, Creeping Death, or any other boudle can try to do about it. I mean come on, did you see what happened at the last Slam? I shot that boudle with a T.o.T package! I was even generous enough to give him a free t-shirt, that's the kind of good guys we are. We may be sent out to look bad, but deep inside, deep down through all the treachery.. the T.o.T is really not a group of bad guys.
Logan grins a bit, before a janitor comes into the office.
Logan: There isn't no terds in here boudle, what the hell do you want?!
Seth Lerch: I called for a female french maid, and this is what I get? I'm Seth Lerch damnit, and when I want a french maid I get a french maid. Your fired, get out!
The janitor goes into tears, and leaves the office.
Logan: See, we just give that guy a better chance to go get a better job. We're good guys after all.
As soon as the janitor leaves, Rick Mad, and Rage step into the office.
Rage: You boys ready to talk about some new T.o.T merchandise?
Seth Lerch: Yeah, I was thinking of something like.. PJ'S!
Logan: T.o.T PJ's!!! I want my picture on the backside.
Everyone stares at Logan.
Rick Mad: What's with the janitor?
Logan: I stepped on a tack.
Seth Lerch: That's crazy. I just got this floor steamed cleaned. But yeah, I called for a female french maid, and I got some fat hairy janitor. So, I fired him.
Rage: Sweet.
Rage, and Rick Mad take a seat.
Logan: Give me a second guys. Uh, let's see.. oh yeah Davey.. SHUT UP! Uh.. BOUDLE! Take that. See you at Slam, beyotch.
Logan rubs his title, as the scene fades out.
Logan smiles into the camera.
Logan: Treachery.
The scene opens up, Logan kicked back in Seth's office with the world title laying over his right shoulder. Logan goes to put his feet up on the desk, but looks at Seth before he does. Seth simply shakes his head. Logan puts his feet down.
Logan: Ah!
Seth Lerch: I like to keep things organized, and neat. The last thing I need is your feet on my desk.
Logan: But dude, I've been running with WCF for seven freaking years.. I deserve to put my feet on the bosses desk, I deserve respect!
Seth Lerch: Not today.
Logan sighs.
Logan: What's the long look man?
Seth Lerch: Whatcha mean?
Logan: You've been upset looking all day, you even looked mad when we went into Victoria Secret. Usually, you can't get enough panty sniffing.
Seth Lerch: Eh, just a few backstage problems that had to get worked out.
Logan: The interviewers get caught smoking pot in the bathroom again?
Seth Lerch: No, not that.. wait.. what?!
Logan: Uh, nevermind.
Seth Lerch: People smoking pot under MY nose? Drugs are bad.
Logan coughs.
Logan: I couldn't agree anymore. So, what boudle did we have lined up this week?
Seth Lerch: You didn't hear the show bookings?
Logan: Well, no.. not really.
Seth Lerch: Your telling me, that your the WCF champion, and you have no idea who your facing this week.
Logan: Damn right baby. I don't have a clue.
Seth Lerch: Well, actually you have a title match this week.
Logan: Ah, so you decided to give me a shot at the old T.V. title huh? That's real nice of you man, I've always wanted to be a two time television champion.
Seth Lerch: Haha, no. YOUR title.
Logan grabs a drink off of Seth's desk, takes a swig, and then spits it out over the floor. A shocked look overcomes Logan's face.
Logan: Do what?!
Seth Lerch: Don't worry, it's against Davey Ortega.
Logan: Oh. Well, nevermind. Sorry about the water thing..
Logan sits the class of water back on Seth's desk.
Seth Lerch: Yeah, that was actually MY water, and I just had this carpet steamed cleaned.
Logan: It's just water though, we even have a water machine outside in the hall way. I can go refill it if you want.
Seth Lerch: That's okay.
Seth smirks.
Logan: Well, excuse me a minute if you could. Promo time.
Logan cracks his neck, spins around in his chair, and faces the camera.
Logan: You know what Boudle Ortega, you have exactly no idea what your getting into this week. I am a man with no fear, I'm friends with the word pain, matter of fact, me, and pain get along. I'm a raw iron cas-- OOWWWW!
Seth Lerch: What the hell?
Logan: Dude, you got a tack on your floor. I just stepped on a freakin' tack.
Seth Lerch: Can't be, I just got this bad boy steam cleaned.
Logan: Well.. I have a tack in my foot, so.
Seth Lerch: Son of a..
Seth jumps on the phone, as Logan gets back to his promo.
Logan: As I was saying. I'm the WCF champion, the king of beers, the number one man. You hear that Davey boy? Well, maybe you can't.. you might be down the hall, and this probably isn't live. But maybe you can? No? Yes? SHUT UP! I really don't have much to say about you Davey, besides well.. hear me out, I just thought of a few things. Your messing with the freakin leader of the Team of Treachery? Hear that one buddy? Yup. T.o.T is back, and there isn't a damn thing you, Dake Ken, Creeping Death, or any other boudle can try to do about it. I mean come on, did you see what happened at the last Slam? I shot that boudle with a T.o.T package! I was even generous enough to give him a free t-shirt, that's the kind of good guys we are. We may be sent out to look bad, but deep inside, deep down through all the treachery.. the T.o.T is really not a group of bad guys.
Logan grins a bit, before a janitor comes into the office.
Logan: There isn't no terds in here boudle, what the hell do you want?!
Seth Lerch: I called for a female french maid, and this is what I get? I'm Seth Lerch damnit, and when I want a french maid I get a french maid. Your fired, get out!
The janitor goes into tears, and leaves the office.
Logan: See, we just give that guy a better chance to go get a better job. We're good guys after all.
As soon as the janitor leaves, Rick Mad, and Rage step into the office.
Rage: You boys ready to talk about some new T.o.T merchandise?
Seth Lerch: Yeah, I was thinking of something like.. PJ'S!
Logan: T.o.T PJ's!!! I want my picture on the backside.
Everyone stares at Logan.
Rick Mad: What's with the janitor?
Logan: I stepped on a tack.
Seth Lerch: That's crazy. I just got this floor steamed cleaned. But yeah, I called for a female french maid, and I got some fat hairy janitor. So, I fired him.
Rage: Sweet.
Rage, and Rick Mad take a seat.
Logan: Give me a second guys. Uh, let's see.. oh yeah Davey.. SHUT UP! Uh.. BOUDLE! Take that. See you at Slam, beyotch.
Logan rubs his title, as the scene fades out.
