Post by Logan on May 12, 2011 11:26:29 GMT -5
”So close. I can almost taste it. Finally – after months of recovering, patiently waiting, fantasizing, it happens this Friday. Truly one of the most anticipated matches in recent memory. The number one boudle, Jay Price, has yet to been seen or heard from. Is he frightened? Worried? Maybe he is starting to think that taking me out all those months ago wasn’t such a good idea. Seriously, Jay, you must’ve honestly believed that there was absolutely no chance that I would recover, return, and come after you. I bet you could not even stand up straight after you first heard the full XII card announced. You had to sit down and calm the buckling knees. A panic attack probably struck you. Yeah, your boudle ass needed a glass of water when the big news first spread. Well, this Friday, Jay Price.. you’re not getting a glass of water. What you are getting is a ticket. And – I’m pretty sure you know what that ticket is for, and where that ticket will take you.
But, it sure is good to hear from some of the new guys. Especially my favorite new guy, the classic crap tournament winner, Phillip Baines. The ‘young lion’ yapped back to me a few days ago, let me have it, gave me a fierce meow. Ha. Listen here, boudle, is cute as that little promo of yours was – it doesn’t change anything. You still have a shot at the WCF world title. And I still want a shot at the WCF world title. You’re going to give me that right to have that title shot. Just hand it over, sign a little piece of paper, let everyone know that you’re officially giving me your title shot. You do not have to make it difficult on yourself. There is an easy way to solve this problem. Oh? You won that little title shot fair and square? It’s yours and no one else can have it? Mine? Mine? Mine? SHUT UP! You don’t want a ticket do you? SHUT UP! You’ll get a ticket boudle if you do not give me that shot. I told you that days ago – I gave a fair warning. But, no, what did you do? You failed to take my warning seriously. You thought that was just a little joke, didn’t you? Me calling you Mr. Phillip, Mr. Boudle, Mr. Phillip’your pockets with tickets… yeah, yeah, you thought all that was just me being humorous. Didn’t you? SHUT UP! I was not trying to purr, meow, call myself a young lion, and act like a big boudle with whiskers.
But, you, on the other hand.. obviously were. You, the young lion, thinks that the Face of Treachery is… old. The only thing you’re going to find old about me is the ass whooping’s you’ll keep getting the sooner you don’t give me that title shot! When you can finally understand that, accept that the title shot belongs to me more so than you – then maybe, just maybe – I’ll cancel the ticket.
Speaking of tickets – let’s have a little chat about good ole Doc Henry. You think you can just humiliate a transvestite? Wait.. wait.. a minute, never mind that. Still – you must’ve been sipping that whiskey backstage, got all pepped up with liquid courage before you decided to attack the ‘Scot. Do you have any idea what’ve you done? And the Heinz fifty seven thing? YOU were drunk. That doesn’t matter anymore, Doc, because you’ll understand, just as the ‘Scot was trying to say last Monday on Slam – that a ‘tour’ is beginning. This tour starts in Iowa with Jay Price, and then, next week.. you’re going to get yourself a free ticket to the tour – front row seats, boudle. It’ll be the biggest show those little blood shot eyes have ever seen. It’s called the Doc Henry Beatdown show. And that’s just what you’re going to get you little boudle.. a beatdown, a guaranteed trip to Connector City!
But, for now, I’ll just save my breath. Because this isn’t next week. This is NOW. This is Logan versus Jay Price – the sequel! We’re both one for one. We both have a pin fall over each other. And we’ve both injured each other to the point where we were forced to take time off. AND – supposedly, we’re both related to each other… brothers. That might sound like pretty equal even ground to some people, but, it’s not… Jay Price is not Logan, he is NOT the Face of Treachery, he is NOT the biggest icon in WCF history. There’s only one man that can claim that and that man is me. So, Jay, are you ready? Because, honestly, for us.. I don’t think it’ll ever get any bigger than this. For you, even for me, this is it. Quite simply, this is the end. No more road to follow after this. No more weekly backstage brawls. No more banging ex-girlfriends. No more Jay Price versus Logan. This is the climax. We have each other for a complete hour. No excuse for anything to be left on the table. Jay Price, dear brother, this Friday, we’ll see each other at XII… one more time.”
But, it sure is good to hear from some of the new guys. Especially my favorite new guy, the classic crap tournament winner, Phillip Baines. The ‘young lion’ yapped back to me a few days ago, let me have it, gave me a fierce meow. Ha. Listen here, boudle, is cute as that little promo of yours was – it doesn’t change anything. You still have a shot at the WCF world title. And I still want a shot at the WCF world title. You’re going to give me that right to have that title shot. Just hand it over, sign a little piece of paper, let everyone know that you’re officially giving me your title shot. You do not have to make it difficult on yourself. There is an easy way to solve this problem. Oh? You won that little title shot fair and square? It’s yours and no one else can have it? Mine? Mine? Mine? SHUT UP! You don’t want a ticket do you? SHUT UP! You’ll get a ticket boudle if you do not give me that shot. I told you that days ago – I gave a fair warning. But, no, what did you do? You failed to take my warning seriously. You thought that was just a little joke, didn’t you? Me calling you Mr. Phillip, Mr. Boudle, Mr. Phillip’your pockets with tickets… yeah, yeah, you thought all that was just me being humorous. Didn’t you? SHUT UP! I was not trying to purr, meow, call myself a young lion, and act like a big boudle with whiskers.
But, you, on the other hand.. obviously were. You, the young lion, thinks that the Face of Treachery is… old. The only thing you’re going to find old about me is the ass whooping’s you’ll keep getting the sooner you don’t give me that title shot! When you can finally understand that, accept that the title shot belongs to me more so than you – then maybe, just maybe – I’ll cancel the ticket.
Speaking of tickets – let’s have a little chat about good ole Doc Henry. You think you can just humiliate a transvestite? Wait.. wait.. a minute, never mind that. Still – you must’ve been sipping that whiskey backstage, got all pepped up with liquid courage before you decided to attack the ‘Scot. Do you have any idea what’ve you done? And the Heinz fifty seven thing? YOU were drunk. That doesn’t matter anymore, Doc, because you’ll understand, just as the ‘Scot was trying to say last Monday on Slam – that a ‘tour’ is beginning. This tour starts in Iowa with Jay Price, and then, next week.. you’re going to get yourself a free ticket to the tour – front row seats, boudle. It’ll be the biggest show those little blood shot eyes have ever seen. It’s called the Doc Henry Beatdown show. And that’s just what you’re going to get you little boudle.. a beatdown, a guaranteed trip to Connector City!
But, for now, I’ll just save my breath. Because this isn’t next week. This is NOW. This is Logan versus Jay Price – the sequel! We’re both one for one. We both have a pin fall over each other. And we’ve both injured each other to the point where we were forced to take time off. AND – supposedly, we’re both related to each other… brothers. That might sound like pretty equal even ground to some people, but, it’s not… Jay Price is not Logan, he is NOT the Face of Treachery, he is NOT the biggest icon in WCF history. There’s only one man that can claim that and that man is me. So, Jay, are you ready? Because, honestly, for us.. I don’t think it’ll ever get any bigger than this. For you, even for me, this is it. Quite simply, this is the end. No more road to follow after this. No more weekly backstage brawls. No more banging ex-girlfriends. No more Jay Price versus Logan. This is the climax. We have each other for a complete hour. No excuse for anything to be left on the table. Jay Price, dear brother, this Friday, we’ll see each other at XII… one more time.”
