Post by logan on Aug 24, 2006 19:13:43 GMT -5
The scene opens up inside Logan's living room. It's dark, the blinds are shut, the lights are off, and the T.V. is playing. Logan sits back on the couch wearing a dirty tank top, and boxers. A half eaten container of ice cream rests on Logan's lap, ice cream is still on his lips, and his feet are propped up on the table. Logan's appearance is brutal, he hasn't shaved, or showered in a few days. He has a frown on his face as he reaches towards the table going to grab the spoon, but instead grabs the remote control to the t.v., and dips it into the ice cream before bringing it to his mouth. Logan notices the mistake, and just shrugs it off licking the ice cream off the end of the remote control.
Logan: Oh..
Logan burps, stands up, and stretches. A bag of chips was underneath him, he's probably been sitting on them for a few hours, and their smashed to crumbs. Logan yawns before sitting back down on the couch, crushing the bag once more.
Logan: Well, hello WCF..
Logan farts.
Logan: It's been awhile.. hm? I guess you could say a day or two, but as you can see.. I'm mourning. I said I'd get over this, but it just wasn't as easy as I thought it would've been.
Long pause.
Logan: Yes, it's Lin--... eh, I try not to mention her name. It just.. brings me down..
Logan stuffs his face in the box of ice cream, sobbing. He quickly pops his face back up, ice cream all over it.
Logan: Well, uh yeah.. that's it. I was laying here earlier, actually.. in this same spot, and seen one of Tort's little promos. By little, I do mean that.. I thought it was a commercial at first. He mentioned something about me, and my training.
Logan slides his tongue out, trying to get some ice cream from his cheek. He edges closer, and closer to it but just can't seem to reach it. He fights with his tongue for a while, trying to lick at the ice cream before he finally sighs, and gives up.
Logan: But ah, anyhow.. who needs training? I'm facing Torture for christ sakes.. this Sunday. Wait, is today Sunday?!
Logan looks around, alarmed. Before changing the channel to cartoon network looking for any spider man episodes.
Logan: Oh, nevermind.. I guess we're still somewhere in the week. Doesn't matter to me, like I've got the time to wrestle that boudle. He's lucky this is a championship match, because if it wasn't then I wouldn't want anything to do with him. I don't need to prove anything to him, or anyone. I'm just fine. Yup, you heard me.. I'm fine the way I am. Torture doesn't understand that. He underestimates my abilities (fart) Oh, that one stinked. That smelt like old cheese, and beans that's been sitting out in the sun in the back of a Mexican restaurant for weeks. But yeah, my farts are better than Torture. I know that doesn't make much sense, but if I can compare my farts to a boudle.. then that's saying something. Well, talk is cheap Torture.. what else could I say? You run around with Steve, or whoever the hell his name is.. and, walk around eating lunch, talking about shoes.. blah.. blah. Your boring Torture, I can't deny that. Your just simple. I mentioned something about how you couldn't fill my shoes, and you go make a promo about your favorite sneakers. Your getting low Torture, your getting desperate. I don't care right now though..
Logan sighs leaning back.
Logan: Just don't care.
The scene fades out.
Logan: Oh..
Logan burps, stands up, and stretches. A bag of chips was underneath him, he's probably been sitting on them for a few hours, and their smashed to crumbs. Logan yawns before sitting back down on the couch, crushing the bag once more.
Logan: Well, hello WCF..
Logan farts.
Logan: It's been awhile.. hm? I guess you could say a day or two, but as you can see.. I'm mourning. I said I'd get over this, but it just wasn't as easy as I thought it would've been.
Long pause.
Logan: Yes, it's Lin--... eh, I try not to mention her name. It just.. brings me down..
Logan stuffs his face in the box of ice cream, sobbing. He quickly pops his face back up, ice cream all over it.
Logan: Well, uh yeah.. that's it. I was laying here earlier, actually.. in this same spot, and seen one of Tort's little promos. By little, I do mean that.. I thought it was a commercial at first. He mentioned something about me, and my training.
Logan slides his tongue out, trying to get some ice cream from his cheek. He edges closer, and closer to it but just can't seem to reach it. He fights with his tongue for a while, trying to lick at the ice cream before he finally sighs, and gives up.
Logan: But ah, anyhow.. who needs training? I'm facing Torture for christ sakes.. this Sunday. Wait, is today Sunday?!
Logan looks around, alarmed. Before changing the channel to cartoon network looking for any spider man episodes.
Logan: Oh, nevermind.. I guess we're still somewhere in the week. Doesn't matter to me, like I've got the time to wrestle that boudle. He's lucky this is a championship match, because if it wasn't then I wouldn't want anything to do with him. I don't need to prove anything to him, or anyone. I'm just fine. Yup, you heard me.. I'm fine the way I am. Torture doesn't understand that. He underestimates my abilities (fart) Oh, that one stinked. That smelt like old cheese, and beans that's been sitting out in the sun in the back of a Mexican restaurant for weeks. But yeah, my farts are better than Torture. I know that doesn't make much sense, but if I can compare my farts to a boudle.. then that's saying something. Well, talk is cheap Torture.. what else could I say? You run around with Steve, or whoever the hell his name is.. and, walk around eating lunch, talking about shoes.. blah.. blah. Your boring Torture, I can't deny that. Your just simple. I mentioned something about how you couldn't fill my shoes, and you go make a promo about your favorite sneakers. Your getting low Torture, your getting desperate. I don't care right now though..
Logan sighs leaning back.
Logan: Just don't care.
The scene fades out.
