Post by logan on Aug 21, 2006 5:53:55 GMT -5
Logan: The Ultimate Showdown. Where two men stand at opposite sides, waiting for the bell to ring, waiting to draw their fists, waiting to put the other down, just like an old cowboy movie.
Logan lets out a deep breath.
Logan: Well, Torture.. your no John Wayne, and I'm not Clint Eastwood. Although, if WE were going to pick sides.. that'd own.
The scene opens up, after hearing Logan's voice for a short moment. We find the camera getting a shot of a road sign "Los Angeles, California". Logan is standing next to it, and is holding an axe in his hand.
Logan: Cali, home of the boudle, home of the champion, home of The Tort.
Logan stands off to the side of the road, and grips the axe tighter in his hands.
Logan: Why am I here? I'm here to check up on everybody, and make sure their hometown hero is doing alright. I want to ensure them, that no matter how bad I beat him this Sunday, I won't send him home looking as bad as this.
Logan swings the axe against the sign, striking through the green plated sign, and leaving the axe hanging stuck inside the words of California.
Logan: I'm not trying to disrespect Torture's hometown even though it looks that way, I'm just starting my journey of treachery, and Tort's native land is the perfect place to start.
Logan unzips his pants, turning his back to the camera, and pissing all over the front of the sign before slightly turning his head sideways towards the camera.
Logan: You might call this disrespect, but I call it a welcome. A welcome to The Face of Treachery, well you know, maybe this is offensive to California.. but I really don't care. Matter of fact, this is the last time your going see me in this boudle town. I don't even plan wrestling here in the future.
Logan zips his pants back up, turning back to the camera.
Logan: Okay, maybe this isn't Torture's hometown, but I was closer to Los Angeles, and besides.. who the hell wants to go to Modesto. What's the difference anyway? CA is all the same. No one cares about this stupid state, I know I don't.
Logan begins walking down the side of the road, slipping his hands into his pockets as the camera man follows him.
Logan: So, The Ultimate Showdown hm? What a fitting name for this battle. I'm not going to lie, this is probably one of the biggest anticipated matches for WCF in a while. But, doesn't everyone say that? This is nothing, not to me. Torture wins. Duh? Oh, I'm sure that's what you'd think. Why would he lose, anyway? He can't lose. He's already pushed down countless talent that thought they'd be the first to defeat him, it goes on, and on. A new challenger steps up to Torture, whines about his undefeated record, and claims he's going be the first to beat him.. then what happens? As we expected, Torture wins. You'd think it'd be no different this Sunday, you'd think Torture would prevail as usual. So, is that the motive to this match? Torture has to beat me, but I don't have to beat him? I guess you could very well say that's the statistics. It wouldn't be saying much if I beat Torture, not to me anyway. It'd just go down in history as another guy I overcome, and beat. But to Tort, if he beat me.. it'd make him the best in WCF. Yes, he does own the WCF championship now. But he's never beat me before, and I've never beat him. We've never matched each other. So if he does, just as he said he would, then for him it'd be the success of kings. But like I said, if I win.. I'd just be a five time WCF champion. Simple as that. Just as simple as the motive of this match. I'll admit, this is pretty rare for me.. you don't always stumble upon a man whose won over sixty matches, and is yet to be beaten. I've seen these odds before, there's no lie about that.. but I always have a way of making the impossible ... possible.
Logan kicks a few rocks, as he continues walking.
Logan: It's no lie to anyone, everyone can say anything they want, but they know down deep inside that Torture is going be successful. I don't blame them for thinking that, it's just common sense. I'll admit, I do seem kind of motivated for this match.. not like I haven't been since the last War when I defeated Dake Ken. Torture has a special way for success, he's dedicated, and determined. He honors the WCF title, he's a true champion. I'm not here to praise Torture, but I haven't faced someone like him for the WCF title in forever. Because we both share the same feelings for the title, it's going to make this match epic. This match is going be a match of honor, pride, and respect. We're fighting for our names. I'm fighting for myself, and the title. I'm fighting to keep my dream alive in WCF that I started seven years ago in this place, and Torture is fighting to be a true champion. That's not the only reason he's fighting for this match, he's fighting to beat my name. He wants to defeat me. Torture NEEDS to beat Logan. It couldn't be more clear, for Torture to find "real" success he must beat me, and if he does.. then he's the next Logan, he's the next Mr. WCF. Maybe I've accepted the fact I'm way past my prime, and maybe I should pass the torch on anyway..
Logan gives a sadistic smile.
Logan: Then again, maybe not. I'm going to continue to rip through the ranks of WCF, as I have done before. Torture, your special, that's no lie.. but your no different then any other boudle that thought this was their era. You have a record to back yourself up, you speak from the heart, and all that good stuff.. but it just isn't enough. There is always going to be a WCF, and there is always going to be a Logan. As long as I'm still kicking then your just never going to reach this mountain of success that I'm sitting on, and I don't plan on stepping down from it anytime soon. Let's not get into egos, and I think I will. But what I'm telling you Torture, and any other boudle that's watching is this.. I am the success of WCF. If it wasn't for me, you probably wouldn't be wearing that belt Torture. I've carried this place on my shoulders before way back before any of this names you seen on this roster ever heard of the name WCF. I gave blood, sweat, and tears for that title when you were butt buddies with Death. I am WCF. You understand that Torture? It's that simple. WCF is me. Your not just going to run through me like you did with every other boudle you defeated. But hey, this isn't new to you is it Torture? Exactly how many other boudles have you heard say this? I'm sure you get it a lot. But hey, this time it isn't bullshit. This time, it's the truth. I haven't hung around this place all this time to watch people like you try, and take it over. You know that's what you want Torture. You want to go down in history of WCF like me, you want everybody to think of you, as the man of WCF. It's not that easy, you've only started Torture. Your still just a puppy. Or could I be a little more harsh? Your just a little boy in a mans world. I'm going to show you that this Sunday along with the rest of WCF. I'm going to prove to WCF that your no machine, that you can be defeated, and it takes nothing to do it. Your a pawn to me Torture, you've got the heart to be the champ, but when it comes to filling my shoes.. you just can't do it. Maybe it's true, maybe I am Mr. WCF.. and maybe I always will be.
The town comes in sight, as Logan marches further towards it.
Logan: So, onto bigger news shall we? The Team of Treachery, yes it's great to be back. But now, we're more talented then ever. In case you boudles have been in a cave for the last five years, let me fill you in on Team of Treachery. It started out when I won The War III back in 2002, and it was the combination of three best friends.. almost the same way The New Dynasty just started. Me, Seth Lerch, and Cyrus. It slowly evolved from there, and on our second run of treachery it became me, Seth Lerch, Cyrus, PC Cradle, and Rick Mad. The golden days..
Logan smiles, shaking his head a bit as we get closer to the town.
Logan: The T.o.T has always been created on an act of treachery, but this time. it hasn't. This time, the Team of Treachery was formed to meet heads with The New Dynasty. Yes, it's simple as that. Even the way Dake Ken has been explaining it, maybe he didn't give us the certain truth, but he was pretty close. The Team of Treachery was formed based upon the most talented, evil, and disregarded wrestlers of T.o.T. Now when I say evil, I f'n mean it. If I want someone to track down where Nate Nytro life's, slap his mother, and kidnap his little sister then that's what I mean by evil. I don't need some hero boy like Torture on my side, and I don't need someone who is going to second guess themselves. This time around, WE are treachery. This group of men define it. Just think about the men we've got, compared to the boudles of New Dynasty. They've got NOTHING on us. I will admit though, I was shocked when Dake Ken returned, and tried to screw me over in my match. That was a little hand clap for Dynasty, but I'm not clapping for no boudles. We've got the best looking group of treachery mates WCF has ever seen. Jack of Blades. What can I say? He's one of a kind. He's ruthless, sadistic, and hell.. he's just treachery. He belongs in the stable. Then we've got Lawnmower Jones, not the brightest tool in the shed, but neither is Lonnie. I don't have anything against Jones, and lawnmower.. well, I've got Linda.. errr, had Linda. So I guess that kind of.. ANYHOW, then there is Biggs. The former WCF champion, a star on the rise, and T.o.T is the best place he could be.
Logan stops walking.
Logan: Well, look at this..
Logan continues walking down the main road, coming into the town. This isn't Los Angeles, and it's doubtful if Logan is even in California. It's a real empty town, it almost looks fake. We catch a parade moving on down the road, and it happens to be Bobby Dole in lead. Yes, it's fake. The town was previously built before for an old western movie, and it's nothing more then just an old Hollywood set. It becomes more clear as Logan draws closer into the town, as we spot wooden built stores like "Saloon", and "BANK". The roads are all sand, and it's fairly windy outside.
Logan: Okay, I confess. I'm not actually in Los Angeles, that sign back there was just a prop, and I thought it'd be awesome for the promo if I destroyed it with an axe. Funny? Yes? No? SHUT UP!
Logan turns his attention away from the camera.
Bobby Dole: Logan! Sorry, I know you said I could only stay here for yesterday, but this place is awesome. Plus look.. the parade!
Bobby Dole has floats in the air, mainly of Logan, and Torture.
Logan: I know we're wrestling this Sunday, and it's a big match.. but what's up with the Torture balloons?
Bobby Dole stops driving the parade truck, which is carrying all the balloons that fly in the air.
Bobby Dole: Oh, I was just promoting the match.. I guess.
Logan: Shouldn't it be kind of one sided though?
Bobby Dole: Like.. how..?
Logan: I mean, SHUT UP! NO Torture balloons!
Bobby Dole: Oh, if that's what you worried about.. just look around, it's very one sided around here. Since you told me you were coming here today, I sent up a few games, printed out some tickets, and I've made a pretty decent amount of money.
Logan: Money? Tickets? Games? Huh?
Bobby Dole: I've made a little fair out of the match, a fun park you could say.
Logan notices people walking around in stores.
Logan: Heh.
Dropping the conversation with Dole, Logan moves around the back to sound of paint ball guns shooting off. There is a line, with Lawnmower Jones accepting tickets, and then handing people paint ball guns. Their all standing there shooting at pictures of Torture.
Logan: Ah, I want to play damnit..
Logan mutters to himself, before pulling some shades out of his pocket slipping them on, and then getting in line. At first sight, no one notices that Logan is in line. So he plays along with it, before finally moving to the front.
Lawnmower Jones: Ticket stub?
Logan: Uh..
Logan slowly slides his sun glasses down a bit, looking at Jones, and whispering to him.
Logan: It's me, Logan. I don't want these people to know, and uh.. I just want to fire off a few paint balls at that Torture dummy.
Jones stares at Logan with a blank expression on his face.
Lawnmower Jones: Ticket stub, sir!
Logan: It's me damnit!
Lawnmower Jones: Oh, I know. Matter of fact..
Jones looks around at the crowd.
Lawnmower Jones: Does anyone have a ticket for Logan?
Logan looks kind of embarrassed, slipping his shades back on.
Logan: Okay damnit, fine Jones.
A crowd member steps up to Logan.
Fan: Holy crap! It's Logan. I didn't think you'd be here.. well, you being a busy man, and all.
Fan #2: Shouldn't you be training for your match with Torture?
Lawnmower Jones steps into the crowd, posing as a fan.
Lawnmower Jones: CAN YOU SIGN MY BOOBS?!
Logan: ....
Fan #3: Don't you have better things to do then shoot at pictures of Torture?
Logan looks around, feeling a bit embarrassed. Jones steps back to the ticket booth.
Logan: Uh no, well actually... I don't.. eh..
Logan takes off his sun glasses, throwing them down.
Logan: You know what? SHUT UP BOUDLE! I'm Logan, and yes, I want to freakin shoot at pictures of Torture! Matter of fact..
Logan snatches the paintball gun from a fan.
Fan: Logan just told me to SHUT UP! YEEESSS!
Logan fires off a few paint balls, missing every time.
Logan: Damnit!
Lawnmower Jones: Uh sir, you need a ticket stub..
Logan looks frustrated, and throws the gun at the picture hitting it.
Logan: Haha! You like that Torture! Want some more?!
Lawnmower Jones: SIR! TICKET STUB!
Logan: SHUT UP!
Logan jumps the little gate that's blocking the crowd, from the pictures, and dummies.
Lawnmower Jones: He's lost it, and yup.. there he goes.
Logan tackles down a Torture dummy, throwing fists at it.
Logan: You like that Torture! Undefeated man huh? Oh, your Mr. World Chump?
Logan yanks the dummy up, and gives it a Connector. He then falls on top of it, pinning it.
Logan: JONES!
Lawnmower Jones: Oh, sorry.
Jones hops the gate, and drops down making the pin fall. Logan stands up, throwing his arms in the air.
Logan: YES! Undefeated no more, boudle!
Lawnmower Jones: DID WE GET THAT ON CAMERA?!
Logan looks confused.
Logan: I think so..
Lawnmower Jones: TORTURE KICKED OUT!
Logan: No way dude, I just gave him a Connector.
Lawnmower Jones: Replay the tape!
Logan: Jones, it's a dummy.
Lawnmower Jones: NO! Your the dummy. He kicked out.
Logan: I'm out, this is a waste of time.
Lawnmower Jones: Well, good day.
As Logan walks off, you hear Jones yelling in the distance.
Lawnmower Jones: I never got a ticket stub!
Logan walks inside a bar, and takes a seat up on a old wooden stool.
Logan: Whiskey.
Bobby Dole happens to be hanging out there, and runs behind the bar table pouring Logan a shot.
Logan: Uh, thanks Dole.
Bobby Dole: This is so fun isn't it? It's like we're back in the old western times.
Logan: Yeah.. sure... is...
Logan takes back the shot. A weird look comes over his face.
Logan: This taste like apple juice.
Bobby Dole: Yup.
Logan: Well, I wanted a whiskey!
Bobby Dole: This is a movie set, and that's what they drink in the movies when they order whiskey.
Logan: This isn't a movie.
Bobby Dole: It's a promo.
Logan: ...
Bobby Dole: Well, close enough.
Logan stares at Dole.
Bobby Dole: Drink your juice.
Just then, we hear someone shouting outside.
Voice: Logan! It's Torture, and I want a showdown right now!
Logan looks confused.
Logan: I'm not dreaming am I?
Bobby Dole: No. I hired a few actors to play around on the set, and I got a Torture look alike to dress up like a cowboy.
Logan: Why..?
Bobby Dole: Ah, just play along.
Logan: No.
Bobby Dole: I put a lot of money, and time into this Logan. Now drink your juice, and go out there.
Logan: What if I don't feel like it? Huh Dole? What if I don't want to drink my f'n juice!
Logan throws the shot glass against the wall. Dole gasps.
Logan: It was a mistake to come out here.
The man continues to shout from outside.
Voice: Logan! I said I wan--
Logan: SHUT UP!
Bobby Dole: Someone grumpy?
Logan: No, this is just stupid. I let you hang out here yesterday, and now when I come here to shoot a promo, you just ruin it!
Bobby Dole: Play along Logan.. please!
Logan: Eh..
The scene fades, and slowly comes back in as the camera is aimed at Logan in the bar dressed in cowboy attire. Chaps, hat, gun holsters, the whole nine yards. Bobby Dole claps.
Bobby Dole: Yes! Logan Eastwood!
Logan: How bout' that whiskey?
Bobby Dole slides a shot of apple juice down the bar table, and Logan catches it in his hand before it can stop sliding. Logan gulps back a shot, wipes his mouth with one hand, and slams the shot back onto the table. A crowd gathers outside, as Logan walks towards the door making a clang with his cowboy boots after each step. The doors open, and Logan makes his way out into the dusty street.
Torture (fake): About time you showed, thought you were chicken der' for a second.
Logan: Well, I had to think this over, and it's going just as lame as I thought it would've. But since Dole happened to be a good boudle of mine..
We hear Dole in the background.
Bobby Dole: I'm NOT a boudle! I'm the former President of The United States!
Logan: Well, since he put so much time, and money into this.. thought I'd play along.
Torture (fake) walks away from Logan down the street, before turning around to face him.
Torture (fake): When the bell rings, draw them der' pistols.
Logan: SHUT UP that der' mouth!
Logan steps out into the street, looking up at the clock. Ten seconds, ten seconds till the showdown. A camera crew runs into the streets, catching different angles of Logan. It resembles "The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly" showdown. The camera switches from Logan's eyes, to the fake Torture's, and then to the clock. Dole steps out beside Logan.
Bobby Dole: You know, you lose right.
Logan: Huh?
Bobby Dole: Well, it's Torture..
Logan: But why do I lo--
Before Logan can finish, the bell rings, and we hear a soft shot from Torts (fake) gun. Logan looks over at the fake Torture who is jumping up, and down.
Logan: What the hell..?
Bobby Dole: Well, that's what I told him when I paid him. He's playing Torture, so he HAS to win.
Logan: Uh, but he's facing me though..
Bobby Dole: But he's undefeated!
Logan: So your telling me, I put on these stupid clothes, played along with your stupid games, and I still lose!
Bobby Dole: Yes.
Logan: You almost sound like Seth Lerch.
Logan winks at the camera.
Bobby Dole: Huh..?
Logan: Ah, hell with this.
Logan throws his hat off, and kicks it.
Bobby Dole: What a bad sport.
Logan walks down the street, looking down.
Logan: Well, I feel like an ass. So.. how funny is that? Torture wins? HA! Why does everyone think that? That's the logic, that's the odds. Torture HAS to beat Logan. Torture HAS to win. It wouldn't be fun if everyone expected him to lose, but hey.. I'm sorry to disappoint everyone's high hopes of Torture, but I am going to beat him. As simple as that. He's undefeated? So what.. that doesn't bother me. He's just never gotten the chance to face me, or a real legend at that. Sure, he's run through countless of nobodies to aid up to his victories, but has Torture ever won anything to be proud of? Yes, he finally won the world title. But what was he a few weeks before that? A nobody. The former hardcore champion. Hardcore title..? Blah, it's for push overs. That belt isn't for any real competition. But what I clearly remember about Torture was that he used to complain about being held back, and he always did ever since he became a part of WCF. Whine, whine, whine.. how come I've never in the main events?. Well, if you were good enough to be a part of the main event in the first place. That's all in the past though, and now look.. your WCF champion. Well, good job Torture, your finally here with the big boys. You've finally smelt that mark of success, and your probably thinking nothing can go down hill from here. Your dead wrong, Torture. I don't think you really understand anymore. You've gotten too confident, you think your king of the world right now. Oh, that's fine to think that Torture. Once your world champion, it feels like nobody can touch you. Believe me, I know. I've known about four times now. But as I've said before Torture, your still just a puppy in this game. Your not nowhere near to filling my shoes, or even being considered the man of WCF. If you want to take on this great legacy, then defeating me is a good way to start, then stick around WCF a few more years, and win the greatest match held in WCF history. Oh I'm sorry, win that twice. Yes.. I'm the ONLY two time War winner in WCF, and the ONLY three time, and four time WCF champion. You know why I am Torture, I shouldn't have to explain myself. But The War.. it's a test of strength, and endurance. It's a real accomplishment to even last long, and I've overcome the entire WCF roster more than once. You can just ask your buddy, Mr. Ken. But that's only what I'm trying to tell you Torture, I'm not just another title defense, I'm The Face of Treachery, and you should know better not to think no different. This is the match of your life Torture, this isn't number sixty-eight, and another week. No, this is going to be the highlight of your life, rather you win or lose, you'll be able to tell your grandkids that you got the chance to wrestle Logan for the WCF Championship. Sounds pretty sweet doesn't it? You facing me? One on one? It's what you've wanted ever since you came here, and now your finally getting your chance. Your chance to really shine as WCF champion. Let me ask you a question, your not going to blow this are you?
Logan walks into the bank, checking it out as the scene fades.
Logan lets out a deep breath.
Logan: Well, Torture.. your no John Wayne, and I'm not Clint Eastwood. Although, if WE were going to pick sides.. that'd own.
The scene opens up, after hearing Logan's voice for a short moment. We find the camera getting a shot of a road sign "Los Angeles, California". Logan is standing next to it, and is holding an axe in his hand.
Logan: Cali, home of the boudle, home of the champion, home of The Tort.
Logan stands off to the side of the road, and grips the axe tighter in his hands.
Logan: Why am I here? I'm here to check up on everybody, and make sure their hometown hero is doing alright. I want to ensure them, that no matter how bad I beat him this Sunday, I won't send him home looking as bad as this.
Logan swings the axe against the sign, striking through the green plated sign, and leaving the axe hanging stuck inside the words of California.
Logan: I'm not trying to disrespect Torture's hometown even though it looks that way, I'm just starting my journey of treachery, and Tort's native land is the perfect place to start.
Logan unzips his pants, turning his back to the camera, and pissing all over the front of the sign before slightly turning his head sideways towards the camera.
Logan: You might call this disrespect, but I call it a welcome. A welcome to The Face of Treachery, well you know, maybe this is offensive to California.. but I really don't care. Matter of fact, this is the last time your going see me in this boudle town. I don't even plan wrestling here in the future.
Logan zips his pants back up, turning back to the camera.
Logan: Okay, maybe this isn't Torture's hometown, but I was closer to Los Angeles, and besides.. who the hell wants to go to Modesto. What's the difference anyway? CA is all the same. No one cares about this stupid state, I know I don't.
Logan begins walking down the side of the road, slipping his hands into his pockets as the camera man follows him.
Logan: So, The Ultimate Showdown hm? What a fitting name for this battle. I'm not going to lie, this is probably one of the biggest anticipated matches for WCF in a while. But, doesn't everyone say that? This is nothing, not to me. Torture wins. Duh? Oh, I'm sure that's what you'd think. Why would he lose, anyway? He can't lose. He's already pushed down countless talent that thought they'd be the first to defeat him, it goes on, and on. A new challenger steps up to Torture, whines about his undefeated record, and claims he's going be the first to beat him.. then what happens? As we expected, Torture wins. You'd think it'd be no different this Sunday, you'd think Torture would prevail as usual. So, is that the motive to this match? Torture has to beat me, but I don't have to beat him? I guess you could very well say that's the statistics. It wouldn't be saying much if I beat Torture, not to me anyway. It'd just go down in history as another guy I overcome, and beat. But to Tort, if he beat me.. it'd make him the best in WCF. Yes, he does own the WCF championship now. But he's never beat me before, and I've never beat him. We've never matched each other. So if he does, just as he said he would, then for him it'd be the success of kings. But like I said, if I win.. I'd just be a five time WCF champion. Simple as that. Just as simple as the motive of this match. I'll admit, this is pretty rare for me.. you don't always stumble upon a man whose won over sixty matches, and is yet to be beaten. I've seen these odds before, there's no lie about that.. but I always have a way of making the impossible ... possible.
Logan kicks a few rocks, as he continues walking.
Logan: It's no lie to anyone, everyone can say anything they want, but they know down deep inside that Torture is going be successful. I don't blame them for thinking that, it's just common sense. I'll admit, I do seem kind of motivated for this match.. not like I haven't been since the last War when I defeated Dake Ken. Torture has a special way for success, he's dedicated, and determined. He honors the WCF title, he's a true champion. I'm not here to praise Torture, but I haven't faced someone like him for the WCF title in forever. Because we both share the same feelings for the title, it's going to make this match epic. This match is going be a match of honor, pride, and respect. We're fighting for our names. I'm fighting for myself, and the title. I'm fighting to keep my dream alive in WCF that I started seven years ago in this place, and Torture is fighting to be a true champion. That's not the only reason he's fighting for this match, he's fighting to beat my name. He wants to defeat me. Torture NEEDS to beat Logan. It couldn't be more clear, for Torture to find "real" success he must beat me, and if he does.. then he's the next Logan, he's the next Mr. WCF. Maybe I've accepted the fact I'm way past my prime, and maybe I should pass the torch on anyway..
Logan gives a sadistic smile.
Logan: Then again, maybe not. I'm going to continue to rip through the ranks of WCF, as I have done before. Torture, your special, that's no lie.. but your no different then any other boudle that thought this was their era. You have a record to back yourself up, you speak from the heart, and all that good stuff.. but it just isn't enough. There is always going to be a WCF, and there is always going to be a Logan. As long as I'm still kicking then your just never going to reach this mountain of success that I'm sitting on, and I don't plan on stepping down from it anytime soon. Let's not get into egos, and I think I will. But what I'm telling you Torture, and any other boudle that's watching is this.. I am the success of WCF. If it wasn't for me, you probably wouldn't be wearing that belt Torture. I've carried this place on my shoulders before way back before any of this names you seen on this roster ever heard of the name WCF. I gave blood, sweat, and tears for that title when you were butt buddies with Death. I am WCF. You understand that Torture? It's that simple. WCF is me. Your not just going to run through me like you did with every other boudle you defeated. But hey, this isn't new to you is it Torture? Exactly how many other boudles have you heard say this? I'm sure you get it a lot. But hey, this time it isn't bullshit. This time, it's the truth. I haven't hung around this place all this time to watch people like you try, and take it over. You know that's what you want Torture. You want to go down in history of WCF like me, you want everybody to think of you, as the man of WCF. It's not that easy, you've only started Torture. Your still just a puppy. Or could I be a little more harsh? Your just a little boy in a mans world. I'm going to show you that this Sunday along with the rest of WCF. I'm going to prove to WCF that your no machine, that you can be defeated, and it takes nothing to do it. Your a pawn to me Torture, you've got the heart to be the champ, but when it comes to filling my shoes.. you just can't do it. Maybe it's true, maybe I am Mr. WCF.. and maybe I always will be.
The town comes in sight, as Logan marches further towards it.
Logan: So, onto bigger news shall we? The Team of Treachery, yes it's great to be back. But now, we're more talented then ever. In case you boudles have been in a cave for the last five years, let me fill you in on Team of Treachery. It started out when I won The War III back in 2002, and it was the combination of three best friends.. almost the same way The New Dynasty just started. Me, Seth Lerch, and Cyrus. It slowly evolved from there, and on our second run of treachery it became me, Seth Lerch, Cyrus, PC Cradle, and Rick Mad. The golden days..
Logan smiles, shaking his head a bit as we get closer to the town.
Logan: The T.o.T has always been created on an act of treachery, but this time. it hasn't. This time, the Team of Treachery was formed to meet heads with The New Dynasty. Yes, it's simple as that. Even the way Dake Ken has been explaining it, maybe he didn't give us the certain truth, but he was pretty close. The Team of Treachery was formed based upon the most talented, evil, and disregarded wrestlers of T.o.T. Now when I say evil, I f'n mean it. If I want someone to track down where Nate Nytro life's, slap his mother, and kidnap his little sister then that's what I mean by evil. I don't need some hero boy like Torture on my side, and I don't need someone who is going to second guess themselves. This time around, WE are treachery. This group of men define it. Just think about the men we've got, compared to the boudles of New Dynasty. They've got NOTHING on us. I will admit though, I was shocked when Dake Ken returned, and tried to screw me over in my match. That was a little hand clap for Dynasty, but I'm not clapping for no boudles. We've got the best looking group of treachery mates WCF has ever seen. Jack of Blades. What can I say? He's one of a kind. He's ruthless, sadistic, and hell.. he's just treachery. He belongs in the stable. Then we've got Lawnmower Jones, not the brightest tool in the shed, but neither is Lonnie. I don't have anything against Jones, and lawnmower.. well, I've got Linda.. errr, had Linda. So I guess that kind of.. ANYHOW, then there is Biggs. The former WCF champion, a star on the rise, and T.o.T is the best place he could be.
Logan stops walking.
Logan: Well, look at this..
Logan continues walking down the main road, coming into the town. This isn't Los Angeles, and it's doubtful if Logan is even in California. It's a real empty town, it almost looks fake. We catch a parade moving on down the road, and it happens to be Bobby Dole in lead. Yes, it's fake. The town was previously built before for an old western movie, and it's nothing more then just an old Hollywood set. It becomes more clear as Logan draws closer into the town, as we spot wooden built stores like "Saloon", and "BANK". The roads are all sand, and it's fairly windy outside.
Logan: Okay, I confess. I'm not actually in Los Angeles, that sign back there was just a prop, and I thought it'd be awesome for the promo if I destroyed it with an axe. Funny? Yes? No? SHUT UP!
Logan turns his attention away from the camera.
Bobby Dole: Logan! Sorry, I know you said I could only stay here for yesterday, but this place is awesome. Plus look.. the parade!
Bobby Dole has floats in the air, mainly of Logan, and Torture.
Logan: I know we're wrestling this Sunday, and it's a big match.. but what's up with the Torture balloons?
Bobby Dole stops driving the parade truck, which is carrying all the balloons that fly in the air.
Bobby Dole: Oh, I was just promoting the match.. I guess.
Logan: Shouldn't it be kind of one sided though?
Bobby Dole: Like.. how..?
Logan: I mean, SHUT UP! NO Torture balloons!
Bobby Dole: Oh, if that's what you worried about.. just look around, it's very one sided around here. Since you told me you were coming here today, I sent up a few games, printed out some tickets, and I've made a pretty decent amount of money.
Logan: Money? Tickets? Games? Huh?
Bobby Dole: I've made a little fair out of the match, a fun park you could say.
Logan notices people walking around in stores.
Logan: Heh.
Dropping the conversation with Dole, Logan moves around the back to sound of paint ball guns shooting off. There is a line, with Lawnmower Jones accepting tickets, and then handing people paint ball guns. Their all standing there shooting at pictures of Torture.
Logan: Ah, I want to play damnit..
Logan mutters to himself, before pulling some shades out of his pocket slipping them on, and then getting in line. At first sight, no one notices that Logan is in line. So he plays along with it, before finally moving to the front.
Lawnmower Jones: Ticket stub?
Logan: Uh..
Logan slowly slides his sun glasses down a bit, looking at Jones, and whispering to him.
Logan: It's me, Logan. I don't want these people to know, and uh.. I just want to fire off a few paint balls at that Torture dummy.
Jones stares at Logan with a blank expression on his face.
Lawnmower Jones: Ticket stub, sir!
Logan: It's me damnit!
Lawnmower Jones: Oh, I know. Matter of fact..
Jones looks around at the crowd.
Lawnmower Jones: Does anyone have a ticket for Logan?
Logan looks kind of embarrassed, slipping his shades back on.
Logan: Okay damnit, fine Jones.
A crowd member steps up to Logan.
Fan: Holy crap! It's Logan. I didn't think you'd be here.. well, you being a busy man, and all.
Fan #2: Shouldn't you be training for your match with Torture?
Lawnmower Jones steps into the crowd, posing as a fan.
Lawnmower Jones: CAN YOU SIGN MY BOOBS?!
Logan: ....
Fan #3: Don't you have better things to do then shoot at pictures of Torture?
Logan looks around, feeling a bit embarrassed. Jones steps back to the ticket booth.
Logan: Uh no, well actually... I don't.. eh..
Logan takes off his sun glasses, throwing them down.
Logan: You know what? SHUT UP BOUDLE! I'm Logan, and yes, I want to freakin shoot at pictures of Torture! Matter of fact..
Logan snatches the paintball gun from a fan.
Fan: Logan just told me to SHUT UP! YEEESSS!
Logan fires off a few paint balls, missing every time.
Logan: Damnit!
Lawnmower Jones: Uh sir, you need a ticket stub..
Logan looks frustrated, and throws the gun at the picture hitting it.
Logan: Haha! You like that Torture! Want some more?!
Lawnmower Jones: SIR! TICKET STUB!
Logan: SHUT UP!
Logan jumps the little gate that's blocking the crowd, from the pictures, and dummies.
Lawnmower Jones: He's lost it, and yup.. there he goes.
Logan tackles down a Torture dummy, throwing fists at it.
Logan: You like that Torture! Undefeated man huh? Oh, your Mr. World Chump?
Logan yanks the dummy up, and gives it a Connector. He then falls on top of it, pinning it.
Logan: JONES!
Lawnmower Jones: Oh, sorry.
Jones hops the gate, and drops down making the pin fall. Logan stands up, throwing his arms in the air.
Logan: YES! Undefeated no more, boudle!
Lawnmower Jones: DID WE GET THAT ON CAMERA?!
Logan looks confused.
Logan: I think so..
Lawnmower Jones: TORTURE KICKED OUT!
Logan: No way dude, I just gave him a Connector.
Lawnmower Jones: Replay the tape!
Logan: Jones, it's a dummy.
Lawnmower Jones: NO! Your the dummy. He kicked out.
Logan: I'm out, this is a waste of time.
Lawnmower Jones: Well, good day.
As Logan walks off, you hear Jones yelling in the distance.
Lawnmower Jones: I never got a ticket stub!
Logan walks inside a bar, and takes a seat up on a old wooden stool.
Logan: Whiskey.
Bobby Dole happens to be hanging out there, and runs behind the bar table pouring Logan a shot.
Logan: Uh, thanks Dole.
Bobby Dole: This is so fun isn't it? It's like we're back in the old western times.
Logan: Yeah.. sure... is...
Logan takes back the shot. A weird look comes over his face.
Logan: This taste like apple juice.
Bobby Dole: Yup.
Logan: Well, I wanted a whiskey!
Bobby Dole: This is a movie set, and that's what they drink in the movies when they order whiskey.
Logan: This isn't a movie.
Bobby Dole: It's a promo.
Logan: ...
Bobby Dole: Well, close enough.
Logan stares at Dole.
Bobby Dole: Drink your juice.
Just then, we hear someone shouting outside.
Voice: Logan! It's Torture, and I want a showdown right now!
Logan looks confused.
Logan: I'm not dreaming am I?
Bobby Dole: No. I hired a few actors to play around on the set, and I got a Torture look alike to dress up like a cowboy.
Logan: Why..?
Bobby Dole: Ah, just play along.
Logan: No.
Bobby Dole: I put a lot of money, and time into this Logan. Now drink your juice, and go out there.
Logan: What if I don't feel like it? Huh Dole? What if I don't want to drink my f'n juice!
Logan throws the shot glass against the wall. Dole gasps.
Logan: It was a mistake to come out here.
The man continues to shout from outside.
Voice: Logan! I said I wan--
Logan: SHUT UP!
Bobby Dole: Someone grumpy?
Logan: No, this is just stupid. I let you hang out here yesterday, and now when I come here to shoot a promo, you just ruin it!
Bobby Dole: Play along Logan.. please!
Logan: Eh..
The scene fades, and slowly comes back in as the camera is aimed at Logan in the bar dressed in cowboy attire. Chaps, hat, gun holsters, the whole nine yards. Bobby Dole claps.
Bobby Dole: Yes! Logan Eastwood!
Logan: How bout' that whiskey?
Bobby Dole slides a shot of apple juice down the bar table, and Logan catches it in his hand before it can stop sliding. Logan gulps back a shot, wipes his mouth with one hand, and slams the shot back onto the table. A crowd gathers outside, as Logan walks towards the door making a clang with his cowboy boots after each step. The doors open, and Logan makes his way out into the dusty street.
Torture (fake): About time you showed, thought you were chicken der' for a second.
Logan: Well, I had to think this over, and it's going just as lame as I thought it would've. But since Dole happened to be a good boudle of mine..
We hear Dole in the background.
Bobby Dole: I'm NOT a boudle! I'm the former President of The United States!
Logan: Well, since he put so much time, and money into this.. thought I'd play along.
Torture (fake) walks away from Logan down the street, before turning around to face him.
Torture (fake): When the bell rings, draw them der' pistols.
Logan: SHUT UP that der' mouth!
Logan steps out into the street, looking up at the clock. Ten seconds, ten seconds till the showdown. A camera crew runs into the streets, catching different angles of Logan. It resembles "The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly" showdown. The camera switches from Logan's eyes, to the fake Torture's, and then to the clock. Dole steps out beside Logan.
Bobby Dole: You know, you lose right.
Logan: Huh?
Bobby Dole: Well, it's Torture..
Logan: But why do I lo--
Before Logan can finish, the bell rings, and we hear a soft shot from Torts (fake) gun. Logan looks over at the fake Torture who is jumping up, and down.
Logan: What the hell..?
Bobby Dole: Well, that's what I told him when I paid him. He's playing Torture, so he HAS to win.
Logan: Uh, but he's facing me though..
Bobby Dole: But he's undefeated!
Logan: So your telling me, I put on these stupid clothes, played along with your stupid games, and I still lose!
Bobby Dole: Yes.
Logan: You almost sound like Seth Lerch.
Logan winks at the camera.
Bobby Dole: Huh..?
Logan: Ah, hell with this.
Logan throws his hat off, and kicks it.
Bobby Dole: What a bad sport.
Logan walks down the street, looking down.
Logan: Well, I feel like an ass. So.. how funny is that? Torture wins? HA! Why does everyone think that? That's the logic, that's the odds. Torture HAS to beat Logan. Torture HAS to win. It wouldn't be fun if everyone expected him to lose, but hey.. I'm sorry to disappoint everyone's high hopes of Torture, but I am going to beat him. As simple as that. He's undefeated? So what.. that doesn't bother me. He's just never gotten the chance to face me, or a real legend at that. Sure, he's run through countless of nobodies to aid up to his victories, but has Torture ever won anything to be proud of? Yes, he finally won the world title. But what was he a few weeks before that? A nobody. The former hardcore champion. Hardcore title..? Blah, it's for push overs. That belt isn't for any real competition. But what I clearly remember about Torture was that he used to complain about being held back, and he always did ever since he became a part of WCF. Whine, whine, whine.. how come I've never in the main events?. Well, if you were good enough to be a part of the main event in the first place. That's all in the past though, and now look.. your WCF champion. Well, good job Torture, your finally here with the big boys. You've finally smelt that mark of success, and your probably thinking nothing can go down hill from here. Your dead wrong, Torture. I don't think you really understand anymore. You've gotten too confident, you think your king of the world right now. Oh, that's fine to think that Torture. Once your world champion, it feels like nobody can touch you. Believe me, I know. I've known about four times now. But as I've said before Torture, your still just a puppy in this game. Your not nowhere near to filling my shoes, or even being considered the man of WCF. If you want to take on this great legacy, then defeating me is a good way to start, then stick around WCF a few more years, and win the greatest match held in WCF history. Oh I'm sorry, win that twice. Yes.. I'm the ONLY two time War winner in WCF, and the ONLY three time, and four time WCF champion. You know why I am Torture, I shouldn't have to explain myself. But The War.. it's a test of strength, and endurance. It's a real accomplishment to even last long, and I've overcome the entire WCF roster more than once. You can just ask your buddy, Mr. Ken. But that's only what I'm trying to tell you Torture, I'm not just another title defense, I'm The Face of Treachery, and you should know better not to think no different. This is the match of your life Torture, this isn't number sixty-eight, and another week. No, this is going to be the highlight of your life, rather you win or lose, you'll be able to tell your grandkids that you got the chance to wrestle Logan for the WCF Championship. Sounds pretty sweet doesn't it? You facing me? One on one? It's what you've wanted ever since you came here, and now your finally getting your chance. Your chance to really shine as WCF champion. Let me ask you a question, your not going to blow this are you?
Logan walks into the bank, checking it out as the scene fades.
