Post by Chaos Stryke on Aug 18, 2012 17:14:51 GMT -4
January 30, 2011
Washington, District of Columbia – Verizon Center
Logan pulls Smith back up, and delivers an inverted DDT to Smith, his back to Brooks. This looks to prove costly, as Shane, finally on his feet, is charging the ropes as Alexander is just pulling Smith up. Brooks holds up his right arm, not as high as usual, just as Logan turns Smith's body around, ready to end his combo. Logan's eyes go wide, just before Shane takes the Canadian down with his crooked arm lariat, the Jawjacker! Plus, even with such an impact, Logan keeps a hold of A.C., and when Logan hits the mat, Smith's head goes down, finishing Triplichaos Three. Brooks puts his arm across Logan's chest as Seever drops to the mat.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE-
Kick out
Shane looks at Logan, shocked, and then at Seever, who holds his index and middle finger an inch apart, signalling that Brooks was 'this close.' Cynthia is beating the mat with her hand, as Logan begins to stir. Shane walks over to him, and locks in a sharpshooter, known as Yellow Rose of Texas. Logan shows his technical his in-ring awareness as he tries to claw himself to the ropes, which are only five feet behind him. Smith rolls onto his stomach, and tries to pull himself up to try to break the pin. Logan tries to reach one last time for the ropes, but it isn't needed as Smith dives the rest of the way, breaking the pin via a double-axe handle to the back of Brooks.
MS: “Oh just let it be OVER already!”
RJ: “Smith is refusing to let this match end in any way that doesn't get him the title! But can he or either of his opponents pull it off at all with the constant broken pins and holds?!”
MS: “As if! Logan has more brains in his foot than these two dopes combined! He already has a new plan...I just know it!”
Instead of going after the champ, Smith pulls Logan up, and says something to him under his breath. Logan firmly shakes his head, and A.C. laughs. Smith then lifts Logan up into a vertical suplex, slinging him over the top rope outside the ring. Logan hits the concrete, and lays still.
RJ: “Logan is down...and very likely out! That was one hell of a harsh landing!”
August 1, 2011
Toronto, Ontario, Canada – Alexander Wrestling Training School
In his own office, Logan Alexander sits behind the desk, leaning back in his chair. His arms are down at his sides, he’s wearing a plain black t-shirt, his normally short hair has grown out a few inches since he was last seen in front of a camera in early February. His bangs hang down over his forehead and the rest of his hair seems rather unkempt. Leaning around the side of his chair are a pair of crutches, a reminder of his overall condition.
He lets out a sigh as he looks up at the camera.
“Declaration of War on January 30th… That one is a painful one to watch. That was not the first time I’d ever suffered a debilitating injury at the hands of an opponent showing such callous disregard for me. I suppose that if I decide to step into a ring again, it will turn out to not be the last time either. But… I don’t think I’ll ever shake the feeling I had that night. I hit the floor after a ten foot, or probably more, drop onto concrete… I came to a few minutes later… and I knew that my career was over. That’s all I knew for certain then.”
“It was a few days later that I found out exactly what happened that night. I experienced it firsthand… but I wasn’t exactly at my sharpest. Being beaten around by a pair of near three hundred pounders can do that. I didn’t grasp the full extent of what had happened until I saw a replay of the show. I was very much surprised that I had been broken in half on landing. I was already nursing bruised ribs from a prior match. That lariat I took wrenched my neck pretty badly. My back was screaming in pain because when you fight big guys they like to slam you down on things and then getting put in my own finishing hold at the end didn’t improve matters.”
“I couldn’t get up when things had settled down after that match. I could barely move. There was no footage of me being carted out on a stretcher from ringside that night. I had someone hunt through the ACW archives for that a few months back. I figured there had to be something. Maybe not aired, but surely one of the cameramen caught sight of what happened… but apparently no one did. I found a video online though taken by someone with phone at the show.”
“Sure… I was a ‘bad guy’ at that point, but it wasn’t until I tried to find anything about my injury from ACW sources that I found out how much I was despised. And not by the fans… they gave me a huge up swell of support when they found out what had happened. The fans were comfortable booing me, but when it came right down to it, I was someone they respected. The same can’t be said for the management, staff, or wrestlers in ACW though. I never heard a kind word about me from anyone in the company at that time. No tribute. No acknowledgement. No well wishers. It was like I never existed. The only time my name was ever mentioned on ACW past that point was to be insulted or to be used as a source of pride by the person who ‘retired’ me.”
“As you can imagine… that’s left me just a little bitter. Maybe it would be for the best that I never wrestle again.”
August 18, 2012
It’s a sunny day now, and we find ourselves outdoors, but not in any easily identifiable location. The trees, grass, and assorted greenery clearly suggest a park or perhaps even a forested region, but the buildings that can be seen in the distance above and beyond the treetops clearly suggest the former. In the distance, the shape of the CN Tower can be seen along with other tall office buildings, indicating that this scene is being shot somewhere in Toronto.
The camera pans around and we catch sight of the focus for this particular outing. Standing there, with his hands in his pockets, looking back at the camera, dressed in blue jeans, blue and white running shoes, a white t-shirt with a red outline of a maple leaf with the letters ‘ECW’ in the center of it and the words ‘Elite Canadian Wrestlers’ written beneath it, and also wearing a pair of sunglasses while spotting the same clean shaven and short haired appearance he was most well recognized in, was Logan Alexander. He’s smiling slightly as he addresses the camera.
“Eighteen months is a long time though. It’s time to think and assess, consider and reconsider, take stock of what you lost, gained and still have, and it’s also time to heal. Of course… some wounds heal more easily than others do. I’m standing here in front of a camera once again, doing something that a year ago I thought I had finally sworn off once and for all… But it seems that wrestling is like a drug. You think you’ve kicked the habit, but suddenly you find yourself loaded up with it once again.”
He shakes his head slowly a knowing smile on his face.
“In all honesty though, it really isn’t that big of a stretch for me. My life is wrestling. It’s just that I’d made due outside of the competitive venues for the last eighteen months with teaching and training others. I’ve been doing what I can to help people trying to get into this business avoid the mistakes and pitfalls I have made. Hopefully, if they are able to break into the business, one day when they are done they will be able to walk away from it, and not be carried off by an ambulance.”
“In a way, that’s part of the reason I’m going to be coming back.”
He heaves a sigh, while shifting his weight to one side and moving his feet to accommodate, then crossing his arms over his chest.
“I’m sure this is a tired refrain, but I’m not returning to the industry because I feel I have something to prove to others, or that I need to score a big paycheque. I don’t think I’m coming back to compete because I feel that I have a big run left in me, I’m not sure I have what it takes to be a World champion again. I’ve been gone for a year and a half. I haven’t wrestled a serious match in all that time. I’m coming off a serious injury, but I am relatively healed. Relatively in the fact that once you’ve been damaged, you’re never truly at one hundred percent ever again.”
“But I still spend a lot of time in a ring. I’m not grappling with hardnosed professionals that are looking to break me in two, smash me with weapons, or finger paint with my blood, but I’ve still had the opportunity to work on my moves, shake off the ring rust, improve my conditioning, and fine tune my execution. It’s not like I’ve had much else to do in my own school after all.”
He smiles and regards the camera contemplatively.
“But I really would like to see if I still have ‘it’. I’m sure some people who know me will wonder if I ever had ‘it’ to begin with. Regardless, I live surrounded by the world of wrestling, I have a rich history even if it doesn’t even go back a decade. And I have students and friends of theirs, fans of mine past and present, the latter of the fans group is still a bit of a mystery to me by the way, as well as my own friends and family, who’ll ask me from time to time if I’m REALLY done with wrestling. I could never give a definitive answer to them though. Twice in my life I thought I was done with wrestling, both times I ended up back in the ring. So… you can imagine that I wasn’t rushing any answer I made to that question. You say never at first. Eventually you start going maybe. Then you’re signing a contract. Believe me, I know.”
He laughs softly to himself.
“I know I can still improve. I know I can still get better in the ring. I don’t think I ever hit my stride in ACW when I was there last, but just before I was ‘retired’ I felt close to recapturing that feeling I’d lost six months prior. I’d like at least one more chance to find that feeling, without all the politics and backstage crap that were overflowing there.”
“I’ve spent years looking for it, and maybe here in Action Packed Wrestling, I will find my pinnacle and know for certain just what I can do.”
He smiles at the camera for a few moments, then his expression grows more serious.
“But as I mentioned earlier, there was more than one reason for returning to action. And that is to keep an eye on one of my best students… of course, some days I think that considering her a student is a bit of a stretch. She didn’t spend that much time training under my tutelage before she struck off on her own. I might like to think I had a hand in influencing her, but it would be blind arrogance to assume I made her into what she is today. She had her success after I was gone and that was her own doing.”
“From what I’ve seen of Action Packed Wrestling though… I don’t think it would be the best idea for her to go this alone. Even with your head on a swivel, there’s generally too much to watch out for, and I’ve seen just how much liberty people here are willing to take when they think they can get away with it. So, I’m going to be there to help keep things on a more even keel. She has a huge amount of potential, and I’d like to make sure she has the chance to fulfill it instead of being made into someone else’s statement.”
“She’s my partner. She’s my friend. And I’ve got her back. Anyone who decides to test the depth of that commitment has been duly warned.”
Logan continues to face the camera during the pause.
“She’ll make her own statement soon enough. Then we’ll look to get things rolling in APW as soon as we can. I’d expect that to be after Shockwave, but you know how easily things change in the wrestling business. So, until then, I’ll be in touch.”
He smiles slightly, before lifting his right hand and touching two fingers to his brow and offering a part wave part salute to the camera before walking away. The camera turns to watch him go and we get to see the back of his shirt where in large red letters is printed ‘Alexander’ and beneath that ‘Here comes the boom!’ The scene then fades to black.
Washington, District of Columbia – Verizon Center
Logan pulls Smith back up, and delivers an inverted DDT to Smith, his back to Brooks. This looks to prove costly, as Shane, finally on his feet, is charging the ropes as Alexander is just pulling Smith up. Brooks holds up his right arm, not as high as usual, just as Logan turns Smith's body around, ready to end his combo. Logan's eyes go wide, just before Shane takes the Canadian down with his crooked arm lariat, the Jawjacker! Plus, even with such an impact, Logan keeps a hold of A.C., and when Logan hits the mat, Smith's head goes down, finishing Triplichaos Three. Brooks puts his arm across Logan's chest as Seever drops to the mat.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE-
Kick out
Shane looks at Logan, shocked, and then at Seever, who holds his index and middle finger an inch apart, signalling that Brooks was 'this close.' Cynthia is beating the mat with her hand, as Logan begins to stir. Shane walks over to him, and locks in a sharpshooter, known as Yellow Rose of Texas. Logan shows his technical his in-ring awareness as he tries to claw himself to the ropes, which are only five feet behind him. Smith rolls onto his stomach, and tries to pull himself up to try to break the pin. Logan tries to reach one last time for the ropes, but it isn't needed as Smith dives the rest of the way, breaking the pin via a double-axe handle to the back of Brooks.
MS: “Oh just let it be OVER already!”
RJ: “Smith is refusing to let this match end in any way that doesn't get him the title! But can he or either of his opponents pull it off at all with the constant broken pins and holds?!”
MS: “As if! Logan has more brains in his foot than these two dopes combined! He already has a new plan...I just know it!”
Instead of going after the champ, Smith pulls Logan up, and says something to him under his breath. Logan firmly shakes his head, and A.C. laughs. Smith then lifts Logan up into a vertical suplex, slinging him over the top rope outside the ring. Logan hits the concrete, and lays still.
RJ: “Logan is down...and very likely out! That was one hell of a harsh landing!”
August 1, 2011
Toronto, Ontario, Canada – Alexander Wrestling Training School
In his own office, Logan Alexander sits behind the desk, leaning back in his chair. His arms are down at his sides, he’s wearing a plain black t-shirt, his normally short hair has grown out a few inches since he was last seen in front of a camera in early February. His bangs hang down over his forehead and the rest of his hair seems rather unkempt. Leaning around the side of his chair are a pair of crutches, a reminder of his overall condition.
He lets out a sigh as he looks up at the camera.
“Declaration of War on January 30th… That one is a painful one to watch. That was not the first time I’d ever suffered a debilitating injury at the hands of an opponent showing such callous disregard for me. I suppose that if I decide to step into a ring again, it will turn out to not be the last time either. But… I don’t think I’ll ever shake the feeling I had that night. I hit the floor after a ten foot, or probably more, drop onto concrete… I came to a few minutes later… and I knew that my career was over. That’s all I knew for certain then.”
“It was a few days later that I found out exactly what happened that night. I experienced it firsthand… but I wasn’t exactly at my sharpest. Being beaten around by a pair of near three hundred pounders can do that. I didn’t grasp the full extent of what had happened until I saw a replay of the show. I was very much surprised that I had been broken in half on landing. I was already nursing bruised ribs from a prior match. That lariat I took wrenched my neck pretty badly. My back was screaming in pain because when you fight big guys they like to slam you down on things and then getting put in my own finishing hold at the end didn’t improve matters.”
“I couldn’t get up when things had settled down after that match. I could barely move. There was no footage of me being carted out on a stretcher from ringside that night. I had someone hunt through the ACW archives for that a few months back. I figured there had to be something. Maybe not aired, but surely one of the cameramen caught sight of what happened… but apparently no one did. I found a video online though taken by someone with phone at the show.”
“Sure… I was a ‘bad guy’ at that point, but it wasn’t until I tried to find anything about my injury from ACW sources that I found out how much I was despised. And not by the fans… they gave me a huge up swell of support when they found out what had happened. The fans were comfortable booing me, but when it came right down to it, I was someone they respected. The same can’t be said for the management, staff, or wrestlers in ACW though. I never heard a kind word about me from anyone in the company at that time. No tribute. No acknowledgement. No well wishers. It was like I never existed. The only time my name was ever mentioned on ACW past that point was to be insulted or to be used as a source of pride by the person who ‘retired’ me.”
“As you can imagine… that’s left me just a little bitter. Maybe it would be for the best that I never wrestle again.”
August 18, 2012
It’s a sunny day now, and we find ourselves outdoors, but not in any easily identifiable location. The trees, grass, and assorted greenery clearly suggest a park or perhaps even a forested region, but the buildings that can be seen in the distance above and beyond the treetops clearly suggest the former. In the distance, the shape of the CN Tower can be seen along with other tall office buildings, indicating that this scene is being shot somewhere in Toronto.
The camera pans around and we catch sight of the focus for this particular outing. Standing there, with his hands in his pockets, looking back at the camera, dressed in blue jeans, blue and white running shoes, a white t-shirt with a red outline of a maple leaf with the letters ‘ECW’ in the center of it and the words ‘Elite Canadian Wrestlers’ written beneath it, and also wearing a pair of sunglasses while spotting the same clean shaven and short haired appearance he was most well recognized in, was Logan Alexander. He’s smiling slightly as he addresses the camera.
“Eighteen months is a long time though. It’s time to think and assess, consider and reconsider, take stock of what you lost, gained and still have, and it’s also time to heal. Of course… some wounds heal more easily than others do. I’m standing here in front of a camera once again, doing something that a year ago I thought I had finally sworn off once and for all… But it seems that wrestling is like a drug. You think you’ve kicked the habit, but suddenly you find yourself loaded up with it once again.”
He shakes his head slowly a knowing smile on his face.
“In all honesty though, it really isn’t that big of a stretch for me. My life is wrestling. It’s just that I’d made due outside of the competitive venues for the last eighteen months with teaching and training others. I’ve been doing what I can to help people trying to get into this business avoid the mistakes and pitfalls I have made. Hopefully, if they are able to break into the business, one day when they are done they will be able to walk away from it, and not be carried off by an ambulance.”
“In a way, that’s part of the reason I’m going to be coming back.”
He heaves a sigh, while shifting his weight to one side and moving his feet to accommodate, then crossing his arms over his chest.
“I’m sure this is a tired refrain, but I’m not returning to the industry because I feel I have something to prove to others, or that I need to score a big paycheque. I don’t think I’m coming back to compete because I feel that I have a big run left in me, I’m not sure I have what it takes to be a World champion again. I’ve been gone for a year and a half. I haven’t wrestled a serious match in all that time. I’m coming off a serious injury, but I am relatively healed. Relatively in the fact that once you’ve been damaged, you’re never truly at one hundred percent ever again.”
“But I still spend a lot of time in a ring. I’m not grappling with hardnosed professionals that are looking to break me in two, smash me with weapons, or finger paint with my blood, but I’ve still had the opportunity to work on my moves, shake off the ring rust, improve my conditioning, and fine tune my execution. It’s not like I’ve had much else to do in my own school after all.”
He smiles and regards the camera contemplatively.
“But I really would like to see if I still have ‘it’. I’m sure some people who know me will wonder if I ever had ‘it’ to begin with. Regardless, I live surrounded by the world of wrestling, I have a rich history even if it doesn’t even go back a decade. And I have students and friends of theirs, fans of mine past and present, the latter of the fans group is still a bit of a mystery to me by the way, as well as my own friends and family, who’ll ask me from time to time if I’m REALLY done with wrestling. I could never give a definitive answer to them though. Twice in my life I thought I was done with wrestling, both times I ended up back in the ring. So… you can imagine that I wasn’t rushing any answer I made to that question. You say never at first. Eventually you start going maybe. Then you’re signing a contract. Believe me, I know.”
He laughs softly to himself.
“I know I can still improve. I know I can still get better in the ring. I don’t think I ever hit my stride in ACW when I was there last, but just before I was ‘retired’ I felt close to recapturing that feeling I’d lost six months prior. I’d like at least one more chance to find that feeling, without all the politics and backstage crap that were overflowing there.”
“I’ve spent years looking for it, and maybe here in Action Packed Wrestling, I will find my pinnacle and know for certain just what I can do.”
He smiles at the camera for a few moments, then his expression grows more serious.
“But as I mentioned earlier, there was more than one reason for returning to action. And that is to keep an eye on one of my best students… of course, some days I think that considering her a student is a bit of a stretch. She didn’t spend that much time training under my tutelage before she struck off on her own. I might like to think I had a hand in influencing her, but it would be blind arrogance to assume I made her into what she is today. She had her success after I was gone and that was her own doing.”
“From what I’ve seen of Action Packed Wrestling though… I don’t think it would be the best idea for her to go this alone. Even with your head on a swivel, there’s generally too much to watch out for, and I’ve seen just how much liberty people here are willing to take when they think they can get away with it. So, I’m going to be there to help keep things on a more even keel. She has a huge amount of potential, and I’d like to make sure she has the chance to fulfill it instead of being made into someone else’s statement.”
“She’s my partner. She’s my friend. And I’ve got her back. Anyone who decides to test the depth of that commitment has been duly warned.”
Logan continues to face the camera during the pause.
“She’ll make her own statement soon enough. Then we’ll look to get things rolling in APW as soon as we can. I’d expect that to be after Shockwave, but you know how easily things change in the wrestling business. So, until then, I’ll be in touch.”
He smiles slightly, before lifting his right hand and touching two fingers to his brow and offering a part wave part salute to the camera before walking away. The camera turns to watch him go and we get to see the back of his shirt where in large red letters is printed ‘Alexander’ and beneath that ‘Here comes the boom!’ The scene then fades to black.
