Post by Logan on Jun 20, 2011 4:57:31 GMT -5
The camera’s red light glows to life and television screens across the nation flicker to bring forth an image. The shot is still and focused of a lady planted strapped and bound to a wooden chair.
Logan: Could you please stop talking? Okay?
Lady: You need to let me g—
Logan: H’m? That’s all that I ask. Just a little silence, so, maybe I can hear myself. This is about me and not you, stop being selfish.
Lady: I need to get ba—
Logan: You’re like a fuckin’ fly I can’t get out of my ear. That voice is so annoying, just, shut up – SHUT UP!
The camera reveals the woman. She’s sweating horribly, hair melting onto her face, duct-taped by all ends to the chair – subdued.
Logan: Let me remind you that I was the one who abducted you and not the other way around.
Lady: The steaks are still in my trunk they might spoil-
Logan: SHUT UP! Why do you care about groceries? You’ve been fuckin’ taken against your will, bitch. Focus.
She squirms into place when Logan steps into shot just near her side.
Logan: You’ll get your chance to talk, actually, tell the camera who you are.
Lady: I’m a woman in need of help who got captured by this pysh-
Logan: No, no.. Christ woman. That is a video camera and it’s being feed live to WCF viewers. Look into the camera, okay? Tell them who you are. This is a promo! Focus! Are you retarded?
Lady: My name is Jennifer.
Logan: I don’t care for your name. We discussed this before the camera started rolling, tell them who you are!
Lady: I am the mother of WCF wrestler Roy Speede.
Sarcastically, Logan applauds – clapping.
Logan: Thank you.
Lady: Can you let me go now?
Logan: No, but, honestly.. as much as you talk I really am considering it.
Lady: Well then just let me—
Thankfully for Logan’s ears her words are cut short when he pastes a glob of duct-tape onto her mouth. Naturally, she continues resisting, thrashing against the back of the chair.
Logan: That’s all we really needed you for right now. So, Roy, can’t we just come to some kind of mutual agreement? Who could’ve hung around this woman and helped her raise a son? You’d have to be deaf. You can’t blame me for leaving her can you? Her voice is venomous. She talked the whole time on the entire way here, a twenty-five fuckin’ mile drive. I seriously almost stopped the car on the side of the road and pushed her out and more or less just wanted to forget about an attempt on this promo. Anyway, this woman Roy, as you may’ve noticed is your mother. I do have the right girl, yes? And not just some whacko that I unfortunately snatched in a parking lot by accident. You know I have the right one. This lady of sorts.. this disease; the other half of you. I wouldn’t even say the ‘good’ half either despite your other half being a kidnapping bastard. But, nonetheless, this is reality, and I am your father and the annoying woman that sits behind me is your mother. Not exactly anything to brag about, but, combined we’re the genetic pool that made up little ole’ Roy Speede. I’m sure if you had a choice in picking your parents – this wouldn’t have been the first one. That’s just fine. I think anyone can understand that. So, Roy Speede, bastard child of mine, you’re looking for a fight this Monday are you?
Before continuing, Logan turns to the bound lady and adjusts her tape fearing that it may come off and once again bring forth the banshees mouth.
Logan: Have I found a formidable foe, a be all end all, an equal of my very own. Could it be that individual that shines in the next generation surpassing the title of Mr. WCF and setting new records – could that turn out to be the direct descendant of myself? It’d have to be. If anyone is going to succeed these accomplishments and take it to the next level then why not have it be my very own blood and flesh. Or will daddy’s shoes be too much to fill? I’m sure you’d like nothing better, Roy, than to live up to the expectations bestowed upon you. The fact is, however, is that’s going to be very difficult. Just because you’re my child doesn’t necessarily mean you’re WCF’s next five plus world title holder. Granted that you may be on a small list of most likely to succeed, but that doesn’t guarantee that you will. Nothing – especially in WCF – is ever a guarantee. That’s something you’ll have to learn. Do you have the heart, Roy, to start from the bottom and go to the top and then fall back to the bottom and climb back to the top again and again and again? Nobody ever stays at the top. Not even me. The important thing is that you keep getting back up and climbing. Does that same desire that pumps through my blood also pump through yours?
Whimpering from behind briefly interrupts him.
Logan: Because, honestly, kid – let’s be truthful. I haven’t exactly been much impressed with my ‘Son of Treachery’. I wasn’t very sure what to say about you earlier this week but now I can; now that awkward weight is off my shoulders, and when it boils down to it.. you’re a bit of a joke. Did that hurt? Oh, Daddy is sooo sorry. Ha. This is going to be your new life, Roy. No matter what you do from here on out you’ll never be as good as the father. This will be what everyone will think. Oh, sure, Roy’s good, but is he the Face of Treachery? Nah. It would not even matter if you won WCF’s most prestigious event; the War, people would still say that although that was a great achievement he has to win two more to get close to stepping out of daddy’s shadow. Can you do that man? Can you really? I don’t have a lot of faith; I don’t have a lot of faith that anyone can actually. It’s never even been close to becoming mimicked. Not even has someone other than me stamped their name on it twice, much less a third time. So, can this destiny be etched somewhere on those bones of yours? It’s possible. Either way, Roy, you’ve got yourself a very long tedious and painful road ahead if you expect to outshine the shadow of your father. But, hey, fuck it, boudle – go for it, that’s all you can ever do.
With the snap of a finger the camera abruptly ends.
Logan: Could you please stop talking? Okay?
Lady: You need to let me g—
Logan: H’m? That’s all that I ask. Just a little silence, so, maybe I can hear myself. This is about me and not you, stop being selfish.
Lady: I need to get ba—
Logan: You’re like a fuckin’ fly I can’t get out of my ear. That voice is so annoying, just, shut up – SHUT UP!
The camera reveals the woman. She’s sweating horribly, hair melting onto her face, duct-taped by all ends to the chair – subdued.
Logan: Let me remind you that I was the one who abducted you and not the other way around.
Lady: The steaks are still in my trunk they might spoil-
Logan: SHUT UP! Why do you care about groceries? You’ve been fuckin’ taken against your will, bitch. Focus.
She squirms into place when Logan steps into shot just near her side.
Logan: You’ll get your chance to talk, actually, tell the camera who you are.
Lady: I’m a woman in need of help who got captured by this pysh-
Logan: No, no.. Christ woman. That is a video camera and it’s being feed live to WCF viewers. Look into the camera, okay? Tell them who you are. This is a promo! Focus! Are you retarded?
Lady: My name is Jennifer.
Logan: I don’t care for your name. We discussed this before the camera started rolling, tell them who you are!
Lady: I am the mother of WCF wrestler Roy Speede.
Sarcastically, Logan applauds – clapping.
Logan: Thank you.
Lady: Can you let me go now?
Logan: No, but, honestly.. as much as you talk I really am considering it.
Lady: Well then just let me—
Thankfully for Logan’s ears her words are cut short when he pastes a glob of duct-tape onto her mouth. Naturally, she continues resisting, thrashing against the back of the chair.
Logan: That’s all we really needed you for right now. So, Roy, can’t we just come to some kind of mutual agreement? Who could’ve hung around this woman and helped her raise a son? You’d have to be deaf. You can’t blame me for leaving her can you? Her voice is venomous. She talked the whole time on the entire way here, a twenty-five fuckin’ mile drive. I seriously almost stopped the car on the side of the road and pushed her out and more or less just wanted to forget about an attempt on this promo. Anyway, this woman Roy, as you may’ve noticed is your mother. I do have the right girl, yes? And not just some whacko that I unfortunately snatched in a parking lot by accident. You know I have the right one. This lady of sorts.. this disease; the other half of you. I wouldn’t even say the ‘good’ half either despite your other half being a kidnapping bastard. But, nonetheless, this is reality, and I am your father and the annoying woman that sits behind me is your mother. Not exactly anything to brag about, but, combined we’re the genetic pool that made up little ole’ Roy Speede. I’m sure if you had a choice in picking your parents – this wouldn’t have been the first one. That’s just fine. I think anyone can understand that. So, Roy Speede, bastard child of mine, you’re looking for a fight this Monday are you?
Before continuing, Logan turns to the bound lady and adjusts her tape fearing that it may come off and once again bring forth the banshees mouth.
Logan: Have I found a formidable foe, a be all end all, an equal of my very own. Could it be that individual that shines in the next generation surpassing the title of Mr. WCF and setting new records – could that turn out to be the direct descendant of myself? It’d have to be. If anyone is going to succeed these accomplishments and take it to the next level then why not have it be my very own blood and flesh. Or will daddy’s shoes be too much to fill? I’m sure you’d like nothing better, Roy, than to live up to the expectations bestowed upon you. The fact is, however, is that’s going to be very difficult. Just because you’re my child doesn’t necessarily mean you’re WCF’s next five plus world title holder. Granted that you may be on a small list of most likely to succeed, but that doesn’t guarantee that you will. Nothing – especially in WCF – is ever a guarantee. That’s something you’ll have to learn. Do you have the heart, Roy, to start from the bottom and go to the top and then fall back to the bottom and climb back to the top again and again and again? Nobody ever stays at the top. Not even me. The important thing is that you keep getting back up and climbing. Does that same desire that pumps through my blood also pump through yours?
Whimpering from behind briefly interrupts him.
Logan: Because, honestly, kid – let’s be truthful. I haven’t exactly been much impressed with my ‘Son of Treachery’. I wasn’t very sure what to say about you earlier this week but now I can; now that awkward weight is off my shoulders, and when it boils down to it.. you’re a bit of a joke. Did that hurt? Oh, Daddy is sooo sorry. Ha. This is going to be your new life, Roy. No matter what you do from here on out you’ll never be as good as the father. This will be what everyone will think. Oh, sure, Roy’s good, but is he the Face of Treachery? Nah. It would not even matter if you won WCF’s most prestigious event; the War, people would still say that although that was a great achievement he has to win two more to get close to stepping out of daddy’s shadow. Can you do that man? Can you really? I don’t have a lot of faith; I don’t have a lot of faith that anyone can actually. It’s never even been close to becoming mimicked. Not even has someone other than me stamped their name on it twice, much less a third time. So, can this destiny be etched somewhere on those bones of yours? It’s possible. Either way, Roy, you’ve got yourself a very long tedious and painful road ahead if you expect to outshine the shadow of your father. But, hey, fuck it, boudle – go for it, that’s all you can ever do.
With the snap of a finger the camera abruptly ends.
