Post by logan on Aug 22, 2006 21:00:41 GMT -5
"Once I had a little girl, sometimes I think about her,
But, buddy, you know shes not really there.
When memories do call, I just, I just cant live without her
But tryin all the time is so hard to bear.
Heartbreaker, cant take her,
Heartbreaker, bringing me down.
Heartbreaker, cant take her,
Heartbreaker, bringing me down."
It's raining outside, everyone is dressed in black suits, the smell of death is in the air, and saddness is felt everywhere.
Logan: Today, is Linda's funeral..
Logan quietly sobs, in-between his words.
Logan: She is no longer with us..
The scene opens up, inside Logan's backyard. There is a little hole dug, and Lawnmower Jones just finished cutting the grass.
Logan sighs.
Lawnmower Jones, and Lonnie met Logan at the hall where Linda is laying inside. They all stand over her mourning.
Lawnmower Jones: I'm so sorry Logan, I knew how two you close were, and she was very close to us too.
Logan: Why..? Why is she gone?
Jones looks over Logan a second.
Lawnmower Jones: Torture, he--
Logan: I know! I know!
Logan stomps the ground, looking over the hole.
Logan: Me, and Linda.. finished. What a sad day. I thought we'd share this life together forever. I never thought it could end like this, and out of the blue. One day she's alive, and blowing.. err, I mean.. kicking, and the next she's dead. How could this happen? I loved her man! I freakin loved her..
The raindrops pour harder, as they soak everyone. They remain standing there, looking down at the hole infront of them.
Logan: I'll always remember you Linda..
We flash back to sweet memories of Logan, and Linda.
Logan: Oh come on, why not? Like every other couple has done it!
Logan has Linda sitting in the shopping cart, as he pushes the cart around in Farm Fresh.
Logan: Yeah? It's always been a fantasy of mine too.
The blow up doll hangs off the side of the cart, as Logan pushes her back to the side.
Logan: I've always wanted to make love in a public restroom.
Logan smiles, looking around before grabbing Linda out of the cart, and carrying her through the big double doors that lead to the back of Farm Fresh.
Logan: I'll never forget that day. It was never really your fantasy, it was mine. But still, you did it anyway.. just to make me happy.
We go back yet again, this being a week ago before the last Sunday Slam.
Linda sits on Logan's lap. As they relax back in their home on a comfortable couch, Logan suddenly shoves Linda off his lap.
Logan: Huh? What are you doing?
Logan slips a ring into Linda's hand, and then sits back looking shocked.
Logan: Marry me?! YES! OF COURSE! It'll be perfect, I can tell Jones after his wedding that me, and you are getting married. My life can't get any better!
Logan: She's gone man..
Lawnmower Jones: I know. It'll be okay.
Logan: Know why she's gone? Torture. That basterd.
Logan's sadness becomes a glare.
Logan: I really hate him.
Lawnmower Jones: I'm sure you do.
Logan: I've been hiding it in all week, I didn't want to accept the fact Linda was gone. I've been speechless about it, and I haven't wanted to say anything about it till' now. Of course, today is Linda's funeral. I've thought about this day since Sunday, the day she was deflated, or murdered. Whatever you want to call it, there is no way of bringing my love back.
Jones looks up a second, thinking.
Lawnmower Jones: What if you patched her up, and filled her back up with more air--
Logan: NO! Life doesn't work like that Jones, you just can't go playing God. Linda is gone, and we all have to accept it.
Jones nods.
Logan: I know you want her back to Jones, but this is just a part of life that we can't control. I want her back more than ever though, and I'd do anything to have her but it's over now.
Lawnmower Jones: I understand.
Logan grabs the shovel, and throws a little bit of dirt onto the blowup doll.
Logan: I'll never forget you, Linda. I'll always love you.
Logan scoops up another shovel of dirt, and throws it over the hole.
Logan: Our future crushed, destroyed, and put down by one man..
Logan packs the dirt over the grave.
Logan: Torture!
Logan throws the shovel across the yard.
Lawnmower Jones: I guess we'll leave you alone now. Well, I'll see you around, Logan.
Jones pushes Lonnie through the gate of the backyard, leaving.
Logan: You took her away from me Torture, the love of my life. She was NOT a blowup doll, she was a person! You freakin killed her Torture, you killed my future wife. How does that make you feel knowing that your nothing more than a murderer? Make you feel good? I don't really care what pleasure you get from killing peoples girlfriends. But it's done nothing to me but fuel my hate for you, I'm going to get you back for this Tort. Your going to f'n pay. You hear me Torture? You took away the thing that really mattered to me, the thing that I went home to every night, and now it isn't there for me anymore. It's simply gone. No longer a part of me. Well, what can I say? Oh thanks Torture.. I really appreciate it. Is this something you'd expect?! Oh, not at all. Not from me.. okay, SHUT UP! Maybe she was a freakin blow up doll, maybe I have lost my mind at some point in these matches of WCF. But it didn't matter if she was fake.. what we had was real. We had something special. Yeah, it's nuts. Who care really, in this day in age it's almost as if anything can happen. Just about anything, or anyone can fall in love. Things are crazy in this time we live in, just about anyone can have a reality show about nothing, that says it all there. Hell Tort, you yourself could get a reality show.. or maybe even I could. Look at Flavor Flav! Who the hell is he? Some rapper from the 80's? And now he's got women fighting over him because their on T.V. You know, I think I'm on to something here. Even though Linda is gone, I'm the type of guy who can just move on pretty quick. I'm sure they'd give me my own reality show, and hell.. I do need to find a new blow up, er, I mean woman.
An idea sparks through Logan's head.
Logan: Hm, maybe next time you boudles see me I'll have my own show. But I guess maybe I should focus my attention off of Linda more, and try to put it in the past. I'm sure it's going to be hard, but anyone is replaceable.. except well, me. WCF couldn't find another me if they searched this Earth for a hundred years.. they'd just never come up with someone as good as The Face of Treachery. Eh, today I heard Torture talk about a lot of things. Like him going back to his crappy old dusty house, or even mentioning the names he's beaten, and looking at them as accomplishments. I heard you mentioned Gonz0.
Logan pauses.
Logan: .... Right, Gonz0. You had the nerve to tell me I was mentioning names that won't even worth mentioning, but oh the hell is Gonz0? If that's the case, if you just want to freely mention names like that boudle.. then I've beat up all kinds of worthy accomplishments today. I woke up this morning, beat up a roll of toilet paper, and then took out my last piece of lunch meat. I whooped ass today! But no seriously, me mentioning that is like you mentioning Gonz0. So please, for future reference.. if you ever happen to mention his name again, then please, don't do it in WCF. Then you even called Cyrus out of name! I wonder sometimes, if you even know what your talking about. Are you that nervous competing with me that you'd go mention Gonz0, or even Death for that matter to add to your list of worthy wrestlers that the 'one n only' Torture has beaten. Well, good for you I guess.. if you had to beat that much "talent" to go where your at today, then I say good job. You've really proved yourself Torture, ha.. sure. There is one thing I'd really like to let you know, you shouldn't be wearing the title. Simple as that. Yeah, sure you've got the heart to WANT to be a WCF champion, but you shouldn't be. You, and that championship belt are like bacon, and cake. It just don't mix. You know, me, and that title go way back. I think it's about it's finally returned back to it's respectful owner, and gotten away from the likes of boudles like you. Do you understand anything I'm saying Torture? That title is like my milk, and without it I just can't eat my cookie. Or wait, no.. maybe, well, I'm sorry I'm just trying to break this down to you for only a way you'd understand. Ah, yes I know.. that title is coming back to daddy, this Sunday!
Logan laughs to himself.
Logan: Booooyah! I'm tired of my little sweet WCF title getting pimped out to all these boudles, I mean damn.. it's been passed around like five times since I lost it.
Logan looks back down over the ground, looking back over the grave.
Logan: Well WCF, it was great chatting with you boudles.. but I've got a few things left to say.
Logan stares at the camera.
Logan: Personally.
The scene fades out.
But, buddy, you know shes not really there.
When memories do call, I just, I just cant live without her
But tryin all the time is so hard to bear.
Heartbreaker, cant take her,
Heartbreaker, bringing me down.
Heartbreaker, cant take her,
Heartbreaker, bringing me down."
It's raining outside, everyone is dressed in black suits, the smell of death is in the air, and saddness is felt everywhere.
Logan: Today, is Linda's funeral..
Logan quietly sobs, in-between his words.
Logan: She is no longer with us..
The scene opens up, inside Logan's backyard. There is a little hole dug, and Lawnmower Jones just finished cutting the grass.
Logan sighs.
Lawnmower Jones, and Lonnie met Logan at the hall where Linda is laying inside. They all stand over her mourning.
Lawnmower Jones: I'm so sorry Logan, I knew how two you close were, and she was very close to us too.
Logan: Why..? Why is she gone?
Jones looks over Logan a second.
Lawnmower Jones: Torture, he--
Logan: I know! I know!
Logan stomps the ground, looking over the hole.
Logan: Me, and Linda.. finished. What a sad day. I thought we'd share this life together forever. I never thought it could end like this, and out of the blue. One day she's alive, and blowing.. err, I mean.. kicking, and the next she's dead. How could this happen? I loved her man! I freakin loved her..
The raindrops pour harder, as they soak everyone. They remain standing there, looking down at the hole infront of them.
Logan: I'll always remember you Linda..
We flash back to sweet memories of Logan, and Linda.
Logan: Oh come on, why not? Like every other couple has done it!
Logan has Linda sitting in the shopping cart, as he pushes the cart around in Farm Fresh.
Logan: Yeah? It's always been a fantasy of mine too.
The blow up doll hangs off the side of the cart, as Logan pushes her back to the side.
Logan: I've always wanted to make love in a public restroom.
Logan smiles, looking around before grabbing Linda out of the cart, and carrying her through the big double doors that lead to the back of Farm Fresh.
Logan: I'll never forget that day. It was never really your fantasy, it was mine. But still, you did it anyway.. just to make me happy.
We go back yet again, this being a week ago before the last Sunday Slam.
Linda sits on Logan's lap. As they relax back in their home on a comfortable couch, Logan suddenly shoves Linda off his lap.
Logan: Huh? What are you doing?
Logan slips a ring into Linda's hand, and then sits back looking shocked.
Logan: Marry me?! YES! OF COURSE! It'll be perfect, I can tell Jones after his wedding that me, and you are getting married. My life can't get any better!
Logan: She's gone man..
Lawnmower Jones: I know. It'll be okay.
Logan: Know why she's gone? Torture. That basterd.
Logan's sadness becomes a glare.
Logan: I really hate him.
Lawnmower Jones: I'm sure you do.
Logan: I've been hiding it in all week, I didn't want to accept the fact Linda was gone. I've been speechless about it, and I haven't wanted to say anything about it till' now. Of course, today is Linda's funeral. I've thought about this day since Sunday, the day she was deflated, or murdered. Whatever you want to call it, there is no way of bringing my love back.
Jones looks up a second, thinking.
Lawnmower Jones: What if you patched her up, and filled her back up with more air--
Logan: NO! Life doesn't work like that Jones, you just can't go playing God. Linda is gone, and we all have to accept it.
Jones nods.
Logan: I know you want her back to Jones, but this is just a part of life that we can't control. I want her back more than ever though, and I'd do anything to have her but it's over now.
Lawnmower Jones: I understand.
Logan grabs the shovel, and throws a little bit of dirt onto the blowup doll.
Logan: I'll never forget you, Linda. I'll always love you.
Logan scoops up another shovel of dirt, and throws it over the hole.
Logan: Our future crushed, destroyed, and put down by one man..
Logan packs the dirt over the grave.
Logan: Torture!
Logan throws the shovel across the yard.
Lawnmower Jones: I guess we'll leave you alone now. Well, I'll see you around, Logan.
Jones pushes Lonnie through the gate of the backyard, leaving.
Logan: You took her away from me Torture, the love of my life. She was NOT a blowup doll, she was a person! You freakin killed her Torture, you killed my future wife. How does that make you feel knowing that your nothing more than a murderer? Make you feel good? I don't really care what pleasure you get from killing peoples girlfriends. But it's done nothing to me but fuel my hate for you, I'm going to get you back for this Tort. Your going to f'n pay. You hear me Torture? You took away the thing that really mattered to me, the thing that I went home to every night, and now it isn't there for me anymore. It's simply gone. No longer a part of me. Well, what can I say? Oh thanks Torture.. I really appreciate it. Is this something you'd expect?! Oh, not at all. Not from me.. okay, SHUT UP! Maybe she was a freakin blow up doll, maybe I have lost my mind at some point in these matches of WCF. But it didn't matter if she was fake.. what we had was real. We had something special. Yeah, it's nuts. Who care really, in this day in age it's almost as if anything can happen. Just about anything, or anyone can fall in love. Things are crazy in this time we live in, just about anyone can have a reality show about nothing, that says it all there. Hell Tort, you yourself could get a reality show.. or maybe even I could. Look at Flavor Flav! Who the hell is he? Some rapper from the 80's? And now he's got women fighting over him because their on T.V. You know, I think I'm on to something here. Even though Linda is gone, I'm the type of guy who can just move on pretty quick. I'm sure they'd give me my own reality show, and hell.. I do need to find a new blow up, er, I mean woman.
An idea sparks through Logan's head.
Logan: Hm, maybe next time you boudles see me I'll have my own show. But I guess maybe I should focus my attention off of Linda more, and try to put it in the past. I'm sure it's going to be hard, but anyone is replaceable.. except well, me. WCF couldn't find another me if they searched this Earth for a hundred years.. they'd just never come up with someone as good as The Face of Treachery. Eh, today I heard Torture talk about a lot of things. Like him going back to his crappy old dusty house, or even mentioning the names he's beaten, and looking at them as accomplishments. I heard you mentioned Gonz0.
Logan pauses.
Logan: .... Right, Gonz0. You had the nerve to tell me I was mentioning names that won't even worth mentioning, but oh the hell is Gonz0? If that's the case, if you just want to freely mention names like that boudle.. then I've beat up all kinds of worthy accomplishments today. I woke up this morning, beat up a roll of toilet paper, and then took out my last piece of lunch meat. I whooped ass today! But no seriously, me mentioning that is like you mentioning Gonz0. So please, for future reference.. if you ever happen to mention his name again, then please, don't do it in WCF. Then you even called Cyrus out of name! I wonder sometimes, if you even know what your talking about. Are you that nervous competing with me that you'd go mention Gonz0, or even Death for that matter to add to your list of worthy wrestlers that the 'one n only' Torture has beaten. Well, good for you I guess.. if you had to beat that much "talent" to go where your at today, then I say good job. You've really proved yourself Torture, ha.. sure. There is one thing I'd really like to let you know, you shouldn't be wearing the title. Simple as that. Yeah, sure you've got the heart to WANT to be a WCF champion, but you shouldn't be. You, and that championship belt are like bacon, and cake. It just don't mix. You know, me, and that title go way back. I think it's about it's finally returned back to it's respectful owner, and gotten away from the likes of boudles like you. Do you understand anything I'm saying Torture? That title is like my milk, and without it I just can't eat my cookie. Or wait, no.. maybe, well, I'm sorry I'm just trying to break this down to you for only a way you'd understand. Ah, yes I know.. that title is coming back to daddy, this Sunday!
Logan laughs to himself.
Logan: Booooyah! I'm tired of my little sweet WCF title getting pimped out to all these boudles, I mean damn.. it's been passed around like five times since I lost it.
Logan looks back down over the ground, looking back over the grave.
Logan: Well WCF, it was great chatting with you boudles.. but I've got a few things left to say.
Logan stares at the camera.
Logan: Personally.
The scene fades out.
