Post by Hotdog Mascot on May 6, 2011 4:52:23 GMT -5
Fast Fun At Diner #1
[/b][/center]Cameras turn on and flicker screens across national televisions. Logan sits casually inside a diner, sporting jean pants and his new t-shirt (available at WCFshop.com) that simply reads, ”SHUT UP!”. Logan anxiously waits, twiddling his thumbs.
Waiter: Can I get you something to drink?
Logan: I’ll take a Coke.
Waiter: We do not have Coke. Is Pepsi oka--?
Logan: Pepsi?!
Waiter: Yes, that’s all we hav—
Logan: Pepsi?!
Waiter: Uh, yea—
Logan: Would you like a ticket?
Waiter: A ticket?
Logan: Yes. Want a ticket?
Waiter: A ticket to whe--?
Abruptly, Logan cuts him off – shouting.
Logan: A TICKET STRAIGHT TO CONNECTOR CITY!!
A very serious wide eyed Logan stands up going face to face with the waiter.
Waiter: Hey, man, I’m cal—
Logan: SHUT UP!
Waiter: Dud—
Logan: SHUT UP! Boudle! I said, SHUT UP! I did? I didn’t? Want a ticket? SHUT UP!
the ‘Scot: He’s with me, he’s with me!
Frantically, the ‘Scot comes rushing in through the diner door.
the ‘Scot: Please, do not call the cops. He’s with me. He didn’t take his medication this morning.
Logan’s eyes bulge to the extreme.
Logan: I do not take medication, you caked up boudle.
the ‘Scot: Come on, Logan. Let’s go.
Quickly, the ‘Scot drags Logan away as he continually commits to mouthing off to the waiter on the way out.
Fast Fun At Diner #2
[/b][/center]The camera reopens, again, at a diner. A different one this time – however. Logan and the ‘Scot both occupy a booth.
the ‘Scot: I think I’ll get the banana spilt.
Joyfully, the ‘Scot smiles over his current comment, twirling a finger through his curly blonde wig.
Logan: You’d get the banana spilt wouldn’t you?
the ‘Scot: Well – yes, that’s what I want.
Logan: You look like a banana spilt, boudle.
the ‘Scot: Hehe.
The light insult keeps the melting ‘Scot nice and warm inside.
Waiter #2: What can I get you gentlemen?
Logan: She wants a banana spilt, are you surprised?
Waiter #2: Oh, she? Uh – okay, banana spilt. What would you lik—
Logan: A Coke on the rocks, babygurl.
Waiter #2: We only have Pepsi.
the ‘Scot: Oh boy…
Logan’s stare, which, was already shooting holes through the waiter – begins to intensify.
Logan: No.. Coke..?
Waiter #2: Only Pepsi.
Logan begins slowly nodding before continuing.
Logan: Want a ticket?
In the background, the ‘Scot quietly pleads with Logan not to go on.
Waiter #2: A ticke--?
Logan: A TICKET STRAIGHT TO CONNECTOR CITY!!!
Like before at the other diner, Logan stands again, going face to face with the waiter as if he was standing in the middle of a ring.
Waiter #2: Are you oka—
Logan points to the words on his shirt which are entitled, “SHUT UP!”. The waiter reads the words aloud.
Waiter #2: Shut up! ..?
Logan nods in acknowledgement – then grabs the waiter, spins him around, and puts him in a sleeper hold!
the ‘Scot: No, Logan! No! Not here!
Logan flips over the waiters shoulder and delivers the Connector right on the diners table! Salt and pepper and shit is flying everywhere! Logan stands on the table after the destruction, stamping a foot on the waiters chest and raising his arms into the air. After soaking the moment in – Logan shoots a glare down to the ‘Scot.
Logan: Don’t you ever try and tell me what to do again, boudle.
School girl-like, the ‘Scot cheerfully nods and bats his eyelashes. Logan shakes his head, hopping off the table, and exiting the diner with the ‘Scot before any police arrive.
Let’s Fight and Fuck, Mr. Jay Price
[/b][/center]Logan: Mr. Boudle, Mr. Jay William’s pinfall dummy, Mr. FPV’s second round warm up, Mr. Jay Price, Mr. Bitch. I wanna fuck you – I wanna fight you – I wanna eat you – I wanna hate you with every pint of blood in my body – I wanna roll around with you on dirty concrete, clawing and biting and punching and cursing each other every second of the way. We have each other for an hour. One complete hour. Logan and Jay Price. Jay Price and Logan. Destiny.
