Post by Logan on May 5, 2011 9:49:15 GMT -5
the ‘Scot: I see him in my dreams. It’s nearly every night. The one who changed my life. He never intentionally made it a purpose to affect me so deeply. No. He did not even know of my existence. He just merely talked. I listened. I watched. His time spent on television was followed religiously. It wasn’t about just being a fan, it was about being in love. It seemed difficult to believe how I ever managed to be a part of this world before knowing of him. I must’ve been so helpless pre-him. Lost. Many people would find it hard to worship a person without any strong morals or ethics. No direction. But, for me, it was not. I was just like him. That’s when I realized that maybe he was not much different from myself, or anyone.. really. Just another person. A human – trying to find himself. For his personal exploits, for his unwilling carefree ways – I fell in love. Not a sexual attraction. Though, if he ever offered a steamy invitation – I’d readily accept. But, it’s more than that. It’s the way he moves. The way he looks. Ever since I first seen him on the television, nothing else has mattered. My life is his. And his mine. Eventually, my sole purpose, my existence in life, became to meet him, to meet the man, to meet.. Logan. That happened. One night after a show he eagerly made himself available to fans outside a parking lot. Even after all that time he had just spent taking bumps and flying off of ring ropes, he still projected quite a happy persona. Despite us being complete strangers, he seemed nothing but excited to see us. And he did. He signed my favorite photo of him and even managed to throw in a very enthusiastic hug. Oh, I shall never forget how he smelled – like worn leather, a masculine aroma, yet also delicious like bitter chocolate. After that first meeting, my goal in life became more than just to meet him, but for him to approve of me, to like me, to become my personal friend. And when he fell from grace and gained thirty pounds during his hotdog phase.. so did I. It was liberating. We were both having the same experience – made me feel closer to him. During that time of his life, his eyes became more clear, he felt more free, and the same effect triumphed for me. It was then that I embodied his mistakes. I took his failure so close to heart that I dedicated my life to becoming a wrestler to soak along side him in his pool of misery. I did just that. I favored Logan’s symbol of desperation – a hotdog. I wanted to represent it – hoping that not only would this help me further understand him, but bring me closer to him in the process. I succeeded. I found a hotdog suit at a thrift store and joined the same company that he spent a huge chunk of his life dedicated to.. WCF. However, I kept my distance. I wanted to earn his respect. The last thing I wanted was rejection, and I assume that’s what may have happened if some newbie came leaping into his arms with fan-girl-like attitude. So, I went my way, representing him with my hotdog suit – dubbing myself the Hotdog Mascot. It felt so great. I always wondered if he was watching my promos when they aired or if he was watching my matches from backstage. When he carried on and recovered from his habits. So did I. I dropped the suit. I quit following a distinctive personality of his. I became free – because of him. I finally had become what I had been hiding from the world for so long – myself. Thank you for that, Logan. Thank you.
The tape recording stops in Logan’s hand and a blank static follows. The date is January 2nd, 2011. Logan remains bedside at Norfolk General Hospital. He has been here for quite sometime now – ever since that horrific attack delivered from his supposed ‘brother’, Jay Price. Logan is propped up in bed, tape player limply gripped in his hand. He just awoke from his coma yesterday. They told him the days date yesterday, but, he can not remember – nor does he care. All he does know is that this tape recording was left for him sometime after the WCF accident. And, that the person whom left it was his only visitor. The Hotdog Mascot. Now; better recognized as the ‘Scot. It didn’t really bother him that no one besides the ‘Scot visited him. Logan did not care for sympathy. The message, however, seemed… somewhat touching – amusing even. It was humorous to know that all these years he’s spent wrestling that his biggest fan would turn out to be a transvestite in a hotdog costume. No matter how disturbing, Logan was in no position to judge. The reason he’s even here is because Jay Price believed Logan was the one who killed his unborn child. Yes - simply being accused of murdering a fetus – Logan is in no position to judge at all. Logan sits up further in bed, placing the tape player on the bedside table.
Nurse: Logan, good morning. How’re you feeling?
A nurse routinely walks into the hospital room.
Nurse: H’m? Still dizzy?
No response.
Nurse: We’re starting therapy this afternoon. You’ll need some help getting those muscles of yours to move again. And, oh, up for some good news? Mrs. Logan…
The nurse grins.
Nurse: … left a package for you.
Curiously, Logan arches his eyebrow. He’s not married. The nurse exits – soon returning with a brown paper envelope and a paper bag. She drops the two off on Logan’s bed before exiting once again. Hotdogs are found inside the paper bag. Logan casually shakes his head realizing that the mysterious visitor, ‘Mrs. Logan’, is more than likely just a transvestite fan, the ‘Scot. He tears up the envelope revealing a small audio tape that seems like a perfect fit for the tape player. Big surprise. Logan shrugs, popping the tape into the player and chomping down a hotdog.
the ‘Scot: Good morning, Logan. A lot has happened since you’ve last seen the light of day. Yes, you unfortunately missed WCF’s superbowl. Your darling friend, Torture, made his in-ring return. Brad Kane won your vacated title, and your other friend, Gravedigger, went to One and defeated that one guy – Jay Price.
Logan cannot refuse a small chuckle.
the ‘Scot: And now you’re awake. I know we’ve never officially met, but, I have a good feeling that we’d hit it off nicely. You’ll be back to WCF when you’re good and ready – I am sure of it. You’ll be back for one reason and one reason only – that I am also sure of. Logan, my proposal is that you do not do it alone. I want to help you. And, from your position I can easily see an answer being a quick ‘no’, but, hear me out first. I am more than just some obsessed fan of yours. I’m not just a person hopefully willing to team up with the great legendary wrestler of WCF. Logan. I am not any of that. I am a person that truly understands you. No one else can dare even say that about you. I am the one who truly understands why you were nicknamed the Face of Treachery all those years ago. Treachery; what you are – what defines you. You may not openly admit it, but, I know that you really do enjoy your current predicament. I guarantee that you were tingling with pleasure and excitement the very moment that Jay Price rammed you with the hood of a car. Then, I bet you finally realized that you had found a true equal. You had finally found someone much like yourself – a person willing to go to the extremes – living a life carefree of consequences. Those little backstage brawls you two used to have on a weekly basis never fully satisfied you.. did they? But, this! Plunging steel onto your body and forcing you into a coma – now that! – that really got you off your rocker didn’t it?! You see, Logan, I know you.. and I am perfectly okay with who you are.
The corners of Logan’s mouth twitch upwards.
Present day. Now. Other than that little tease of a glimpse last week, it’s been literally months since WCF viewers have tuned in to see the Face of Treachery in the flesh. That moment is now – now. Television screens flicker to life, blurry at first, but, eventually focusing onto a man sitting in a chair staring straight ahead into the camera. Logan.
Logan: Babygurls…
Pausing, Logan promptly refreshes himself with a bottle of water before continuing to address the viewing audience.
Logan: Babygurls! It’s been.. so long..
Logan, no doubt, takes a moment to soak in the return to national television.
Logan: … so long since I’ve talked to my precious boudles. Did everyone have a good Christmas? H’m? Did you drink yourself to death for New Years and promise to drop twenty pounds and quit smoking? Huh? Did Jay Price pass out little pansy candy hearts to all the boys in the locker room for Valentines Day? M’mm..?
Pausing, once more, before unleashing his best known catch phrase – which many fans may’ve seen coming.
Logan: SHUT UP!
A chuckle erupts on Logan’s behalf.
Logan: Aww, aww, babygurls. I am back. Finally. It’s official. Connector City has been reopened for business. And, I think many of you know who is getting the first grand reopening ticket – Jay fuckin’ Price. It’s felt like decades since I last had my hands around his throat. May thirteenth, however, it all comes back. The little Price/Logan war train falls right back onto it’s tracks at full speed. Nothing is going to stop it from happening. Jay Price is even returning from his world titless retirement to catch a ride on this train that’s heading straight into Connector City! Yes, an hour long ride through Connector City, an hour long iron man match. Jay Price, do you even believe you can last an hour? H’m? SHUT UP! After the first thirty minutes you’ll probably just be crawling around the ring, waiting for some EMT boudle to come save you and haul your carcass away on a stretcher. But, no, no, let me refresh myself. Let me reload this trash talk. You see, babygurls, I am talking about Jay Price! My bastard brother. Maybe he will go toe to toe with the Face of Treachery for one hour long. Maybe he will kick out of a Connector or two. Maybe he will give me a run for my money. Right? Naahh. Haha. This is Jay Price we’re talking about. The almighty boudle who has been claiming to be ‘the future’ the last two years but has yet to even come close to winning the big one – winning the WCF world title. Hell, Jay Price, you couldn’t even make it past the second round of that stupid lame ass classic tournament. What is your biggest accomplishment in WCF, really? Taking Logan out for a few months? Or maybe – maybe – getting a pinfall on me a few years ago? I effortlessly took your ass to Connector City at War and pinned you for the three – I don’t even think you attempted to kick you – you just laid there for awhile like a turtle on his back. But, hey, Price.. do you see me running around, jumping around, waving my arms, saying – I beat Jay Price, I beat Jay Price, add that onto my accomplishments next to my fake Elite title and Peoples title. No, you don’t, Price.. you certainly do not. What you see on my accomplishments is five time WCF world champion, that’s what you see, bitch! You see the man that is going to kick you around like a helpless dog on the thirteenth – you see me, Logan, the Face of fuckin’ Treachery.
A long deep glare is cut into the camera before Logan continues.
Logan: So, ask yourself this, Jay – was it really worth hitting Logan with a car knowing the inevitable beat down you’d eventually one day receive? It was worth it for me. You see, boudle, I enjoyed it. I really did. It only sky rocketed my motivation to return, to once again be a member of WCF. That sick transvestite, the ‘Scot, has really helped me understand who I am. Yes, he’s a little obsessed, a little batshit, but who isn’t these days? H’m? SHUT UP! Maybe we’re just a little fucked up in the head. I, myself, do not have any personal beliefs. I do not follow a certain way that the world expects you to act. You want manners? Go have tea and crumpets with your fuckin’ Grandma. This isn’t specifically about you, Price, no – this is just in general. This is me telling all the boudles and babygurls watching who I am – and that is a man without rules – a free man. I do not care about the rights of others. I do not care what other people may think about what I am about to say next; it’s all for you, though, Price. I have gone over every time your fist has ever hit my face since we’ve known each other – I have gone through every time you pissed me off, and I know now, that deep inside, all along.. I have enjoyed it. It turns me on, gets me off. No longer, Price, will you ever be able to hurt me. There is no more pain for me. I am through with pain. The only thing that I desire anymore is you, Jay Price. You at full force, full throttle. That’s all I want – all I am asking – is that you bring the shit – bring me the Jay Price that put my ass in a hospital for months. DO NOT bring me Jay Price that lets chump boudles like Jay Williams run around pinning him. That is not the Jay Price I want. You give me the Price I want and I’ll thankfully be grateful. I’ll be satisfied - finally at peace with myself. All I need from you is that you still share the same hate that I share for you. A hate that we love to share. Can you do that, Price? Mr. Boudle? Mr. Retire? Mr. Jay Williams little pinfall dummy? SHUT UP!
Leaning back a bit, Logan takes a fresh breath of air before going on.
Logan: Now – after Jay Price gets his official ticket to Connector City on the thirteenth, some of you might be wondering if there is anymore tickets left. If, maybe, that was a one time only ticket? No, boudles. I promise you that I am back for good. Jay Price is merely just an old chapter that needs to be written off. Yeah, I’ll tell you right now, that I do not like what that little southern grits boudle Doc Henry has been saying. Bragging about our little matches together – regarding them in high status – HA! The day we battled in one of the most epic anticipated matches of your career WAS Tuesday for me, bitch. Another day at the ole City. But, please Henry, I want you to get your hopes up again… because soon, you’ll be able to catch a little ride in the newly renovated Connector City. Soon – you’ll get yourself a ticket. Oh, and Phillip Baines, Phillip Boudle, Phillip your pockets with tickets! Just because you won that little child’s play tournament you now have the right to get a title shot whenever you want? SHUT UP! No, no, no.. boudle. If anyone is getting any damn title shots around here it’s yours truly. I never technically lost the title in the first place. I want your title shot. You’re going to give me your title shot. If not, we’re going to exchange your little title shot for a ticket. AND – anyone else who wants an ass whooping for that matter you just come see the ticket master.
Furiously, Logan sets up and marches out of view from the camera. Camera cuts.
The tape recording stops in Logan’s hand and a blank static follows. The date is January 2nd, 2011. Logan remains bedside at Norfolk General Hospital. He has been here for quite sometime now – ever since that horrific attack delivered from his supposed ‘brother’, Jay Price. Logan is propped up in bed, tape player limply gripped in his hand. He just awoke from his coma yesterday. They told him the days date yesterday, but, he can not remember – nor does he care. All he does know is that this tape recording was left for him sometime after the WCF accident. And, that the person whom left it was his only visitor. The Hotdog Mascot. Now; better recognized as the ‘Scot. It didn’t really bother him that no one besides the ‘Scot visited him. Logan did not care for sympathy. The message, however, seemed… somewhat touching – amusing even. It was humorous to know that all these years he’s spent wrestling that his biggest fan would turn out to be a transvestite in a hotdog costume. No matter how disturbing, Logan was in no position to judge. The reason he’s even here is because Jay Price believed Logan was the one who killed his unborn child. Yes - simply being accused of murdering a fetus – Logan is in no position to judge at all. Logan sits up further in bed, placing the tape player on the bedside table.
Nurse: Logan, good morning. How’re you feeling?
A nurse routinely walks into the hospital room.
Nurse: H’m? Still dizzy?
No response.
Nurse: We’re starting therapy this afternoon. You’ll need some help getting those muscles of yours to move again. And, oh, up for some good news? Mrs. Logan…
The nurse grins.
Nurse: … left a package for you.
Curiously, Logan arches his eyebrow. He’s not married. The nurse exits – soon returning with a brown paper envelope and a paper bag. She drops the two off on Logan’s bed before exiting once again. Hotdogs are found inside the paper bag. Logan casually shakes his head realizing that the mysterious visitor, ‘Mrs. Logan’, is more than likely just a transvestite fan, the ‘Scot. He tears up the envelope revealing a small audio tape that seems like a perfect fit for the tape player. Big surprise. Logan shrugs, popping the tape into the player and chomping down a hotdog.
the ‘Scot: Good morning, Logan. A lot has happened since you’ve last seen the light of day. Yes, you unfortunately missed WCF’s superbowl. Your darling friend, Torture, made his in-ring return. Brad Kane won your vacated title, and your other friend, Gravedigger, went to One and defeated that one guy – Jay Price.
Logan cannot refuse a small chuckle.
the ‘Scot: And now you’re awake. I know we’ve never officially met, but, I have a good feeling that we’d hit it off nicely. You’ll be back to WCF when you’re good and ready – I am sure of it. You’ll be back for one reason and one reason only – that I am also sure of. Logan, my proposal is that you do not do it alone. I want to help you. And, from your position I can easily see an answer being a quick ‘no’, but, hear me out first. I am more than just some obsessed fan of yours. I’m not just a person hopefully willing to team up with the great legendary wrestler of WCF. Logan. I am not any of that. I am a person that truly understands you. No one else can dare even say that about you. I am the one who truly understands why you were nicknamed the Face of Treachery all those years ago. Treachery; what you are – what defines you. You may not openly admit it, but, I know that you really do enjoy your current predicament. I guarantee that you were tingling with pleasure and excitement the very moment that Jay Price rammed you with the hood of a car. Then, I bet you finally realized that you had found a true equal. You had finally found someone much like yourself – a person willing to go to the extremes – living a life carefree of consequences. Those little backstage brawls you two used to have on a weekly basis never fully satisfied you.. did they? But, this! Plunging steel onto your body and forcing you into a coma – now that! – that really got you off your rocker didn’t it?! You see, Logan, I know you.. and I am perfectly okay with who you are.
The corners of Logan’s mouth twitch upwards.
Embrace Treachery
[/size]Present day. Now. Other than that little tease of a glimpse last week, it’s been literally months since WCF viewers have tuned in to see the Face of Treachery in the flesh. That moment is now – now. Television screens flicker to life, blurry at first, but, eventually focusing onto a man sitting in a chair staring straight ahead into the camera. Logan.
Logan: Babygurls…
Pausing, Logan promptly refreshes himself with a bottle of water before continuing to address the viewing audience.
Logan: Babygurls! It’s been.. so long..
Logan, no doubt, takes a moment to soak in the return to national television.
Logan: … so long since I’ve talked to my precious boudles. Did everyone have a good Christmas? H’m? Did you drink yourself to death for New Years and promise to drop twenty pounds and quit smoking? Huh? Did Jay Price pass out little pansy candy hearts to all the boys in the locker room for Valentines Day? M’mm..?
Pausing, once more, before unleashing his best known catch phrase – which many fans may’ve seen coming.
Logan: SHUT UP!
A chuckle erupts on Logan’s behalf.
Logan: Aww, aww, babygurls. I am back. Finally. It’s official. Connector City has been reopened for business. And, I think many of you know who is getting the first grand reopening ticket – Jay fuckin’ Price. It’s felt like decades since I last had my hands around his throat. May thirteenth, however, it all comes back. The little Price/Logan war train falls right back onto it’s tracks at full speed. Nothing is going to stop it from happening. Jay Price is even returning from his world titless retirement to catch a ride on this train that’s heading straight into Connector City! Yes, an hour long ride through Connector City, an hour long iron man match. Jay Price, do you even believe you can last an hour? H’m? SHUT UP! After the first thirty minutes you’ll probably just be crawling around the ring, waiting for some EMT boudle to come save you and haul your carcass away on a stretcher. But, no, no, let me refresh myself. Let me reload this trash talk. You see, babygurls, I am talking about Jay Price! My bastard brother. Maybe he will go toe to toe with the Face of Treachery for one hour long. Maybe he will kick out of a Connector or two. Maybe he will give me a run for my money. Right? Naahh. Haha. This is Jay Price we’re talking about. The almighty boudle who has been claiming to be ‘the future’ the last two years but has yet to even come close to winning the big one – winning the WCF world title. Hell, Jay Price, you couldn’t even make it past the second round of that stupid lame ass classic tournament. What is your biggest accomplishment in WCF, really? Taking Logan out for a few months? Or maybe – maybe – getting a pinfall on me a few years ago? I effortlessly took your ass to Connector City at War and pinned you for the three – I don’t even think you attempted to kick you – you just laid there for awhile like a turtle on his back. But, hey, Price.. do you see me running around, jumping around, waving my arms, saying – I beat Jay Price, I beat Jay Price, add that onto my accomplishments next to my fake Elite title and Peoples title. No, you don’t, Price.. you certainly do not. What you see on my accomplishments is five time WCF world champion, that’s what you see, bitch! You see the man that is going to kick you around like a helpless dog on the thirteenth – you see me, Logan, the Face of fuckin’ Treachery.
A long deep glare is cut into the camera before Logan continues.
Logan: So, ask yourself this, Jay – was it really worth hitting Logan with a car knowing the inevitable beat down you’d eventually one day receive? It was worth it for me. You see, boudle, I enjoyed it. I really did. It only sky rocketed my motivation to return, to once again be a member of WCF. That sick transvestite, the ‘Scot, has really helped me understand who I am. Yes, he’s a little obsessed, a little batshit, but who isn’t these days? H’m? SHUT UP! Maybe we’re just a little fucked up in the head. I, myself, do not have any personal beliefs. I do not follow a certain way that the world expects you to act. You want manners? Go have tea and crumpets with your fuckin’ Grandma. This isn’t specifically about you, Price, no – this is just in general. This is me telling all the boudles and babygurls watching who I am – and that is a man without rules – a free man. I do not care about the rights of others. I do not care what other people may think about what I am about to say next; it’s all for you, though, Price. I have gone over every time your fist has ever hit my face since we’ve known each other – I have gone through every time you pissed me off, and I know now, that deep inside, all along.. I have enjoyed it. It turns me on, gets me off. No longer, Price, will you ever be able to hurt me. There is no more pain for me. I am through with pain. The only thing that I desire anymore is you, Jay Price. You at full force, full throttle. That’s all I want – all I am asking – is that you bring the shit – bring me the Jay Price that put my ass in a hospital for months. DO NOT bring me Jay Price that lets chump boudles like Jay Williams run around pinning him. That is not the Jay Price I want. You give me the Price I want and I’ll thankfully be grateful. I’ll be satisfied - finally at peace with myself. All I need from you is that you still share the same hate that I share for you. A hate that we love to share. Can you do that, Price? Mr. Boudle? Mr. Retire? Mr. Jay Williams little pinfall dummy? SHUT UP!
Leaning back a bit, Logan takes a fresh breath of air before going on.
Logan: Now – after Jay Price gets his official ticket to Connector City on the thirteenth, some of you might be wondering if there is anymore tickets left. If, maybe, that was a one time only ticket? No, boudles. I promise you that I am back for good. Jay Price is merely just an old chapter that needs to be written off. Yeah, I’ll tell you right now, that I do not like what that little southern grits boudle Doc Henry has been saying. Bragging about our little matches together – regarding them in high status – HA! The day we battled in one of the most epic anticipated matches of your career WAS Tuesday for me, bitch. Another day at the ole City. But, please Henry, I want you to get your hopes up again… because soon, you’ll be able to catch a little ride in the newly renovated Connector City. Soon – you’ll get yourself a ticket. Oh, and Phillip Baines, Phillip Boudle, Phillip your pockets with tickets! Just because you won that little child’s play tournament you now have the right to get a title shot whenever you want? SHUT UP! No, no, no.. boudle. If anyone is getting any damn title shots around here it’s yours truly. I never technically lost the title in the first place. I want your title shot. You’re going to give me your title shot. If not, we’re going to exchange your little title shot for a ticket. AND – anyone else who wants an ass whooping for that matter you just come see the ticket master.
Furiously, Logan sets up and marches out of view from the camera. Camera cuts.
