Post by logansteel on May 20, 2008 13:14:42 GMT -5
Devil's Own by Five Finger Death Punch plays throughout the arena and that can mean only one thing it was time for the most anticipated of the Continental Heavyweight Championship Tournament first round match to happen, Kimberly Masters had so fittingly dubbed it Clash of the Titans, but there was no Medusa and no Kraken in sight. Some could argue that a look from either man was enough to turn somebody to stone. This match one on one and with no weapons was a long time coming. Logan made his way to the ring, each step in time to his music and he leaped onto the apron before stepping between the ropes and receiving a microphone from the ring announcer
"Cut my music!"
Logan paces around the ring for a few moments, he wasn't his usual calm twisted self in which he would simply weird out opponents, just by being so calm or some might say cold but today here tonight he seemed agitated
"Right let me get this straight? tonight it's going to be me and Brent Starr, then the winner... me to face either James Hunter or Joe Bruiser then I face some chump from LockUP to claim the Continental belt for myself... This all sounds unfair and from management comes another crazy idea... and I thought that I was supposed to be the crazy one?"
"You are the crazy one, it all makes perfect sense to me!"
"Shut up Nick I am trying to talk, the reason everyone thinks that I am crazy is because you keep interrupting me, now I have something important to say regarding this... tournament!"
"Oh yeah? And just what exactly is that Logan?"
"I thought I told you to be quiet dammit!"
"You're not the boss of me so you shut up and let me speak about this tournament asshole!"
"What could you possibly have to say about this?"
"That you think this is all a cakewalk, and who put that idea into your head, who made you the man you are today? ... ME ... "
The fans were growing a little confused about the argument between Logan Steel and... Logan Steel at this point third ingredient anyone?
"Cut my music!"
Logan paces around the ring for a few moments, he wasn't his usual calm twisted self in which he would simply weird out opponents, just by being so calm or some might say cold but today here tonight he seemed agitated
"Right let me get this straight? tonight it's going to be me and Brent Starr, then the winner... me to face either James Hunter or Joe Bruiser then I face some chump from LockUP to claim the Continental belt for myself... This all sounds unfair and from management comes another crazy idea... and I thought that I was supposed to be the crazy one?"
"You are the crazy one, it all makes perfect sense to me!"
"Shut up Nick I am trying to talk, the reason everyone thinks that I am crazy is because you keep interrupting me, now I have something important to say regarding this... tournament!"
"Oh yeah? And just what exactly is that Logan?"
"I thought I told you to be quiet dammit!"
"You're not the boss of me so you shut up and let me speak about this tournament asshole!"
"What could you possibly have to say about this?"
"That you think this is all a cakewalk, and who put that idea into your head, who made you the man you are today? ... ME ... "
The fans were growing a little confused about the argument between Logan Steel and... Logan Steel at this point third ingredient anyone?