Post by Chaos Stryke on Jun 14, 2013 17:24:09 GMT -4
We open to a clip of Logan sitting in a locker room prepping for a show. This footage is accompanied by a voiceover from him as well.
Hello. My name is Logan Alexander. I’m a professional wrestler with almost nine years of experience. I’m also a teacher and trainer out of my own wrestling school. I’m a decorated competitor with championships spanning four different promotions. This week, I’m scheduled for a qualifying match in APW’s Test for the Best tournament… and I’m afraid.
He pauses in his preparation, a look of concern on his face. We then switch to a scene of Logan walking backstage heading for the entryway to the ring.
It’s an odd phrase for me to utter. Honestly, it’s not one I generally feel compelled to say, regardless of circumstances I’m facing or opponent I’m looking at. In most cases, I’m confident and capable of handling whatever’s before me. I head out knowing I can win, and am prepared to do so.
This week’s different though.
He disappears through the curtain. The scene moves to a shot at ringside, showing Aubrey looking around at the crowd.
This week, I’m going to be across the ring from not just any opponent, but my stablemate, partner, and friend, Aubrey J. Parker. Depending on how things go, I may also find myself caught in a feeding frenzy later with eight opponents in a match where I’ll be at a gross disadvantage.
But that second match doesn’t worry me so much… The first one does.
We shift to clips from different matches. First there is a four-way singles match with Logan and Aubrey, then the Last Person Standing match at One Night in Hell, and finally a singles match between them.
I’ve had to compete with Aubrey thrice in APW on Meltdown and I have two victories. Neither was dominant. Those matches could’ve gone either way, so I know I can’t expect my past success to have any effect on my chances of winning this time around.
My first win was in a four-way match and I beat Aubrey in a race for a submission, as we both had holds cinched on different opponents to conclude the match. The second one was a No-DQ championship match that Sienna Harrison refereed. Amy Zing attacked Aubrey, Envikado tried to get involved, Aubrey then tried to break a chair over my head and just missed. I’ve never felt any pride in that win. I still think she was cheated. But she took a big win at One Night in Hell.
Now, we’re fighting for a place in Test for the Best.
The scene settles on an image of Logan and Aubrey staring down one another in the ring.
I’m not gonna lie… I don’t think my chances of advancing are good this week. Aubrey and I are almost equals in the ring when we’re at our best. I’m decidedly not right now. I know what this match means to her, so it won’t be easy. Beyond her wait the dregs of the first and second round qualifiers inside the battle royal… which happens shortly after our match.
I’m used to having the deck stacked against me, but that feels like overkill. For the last two months, I’ve been put through a grinder in order to get ahead. I had to fight my way into the Tap Out gauntlet, then I had back-to-back title matches, was injured in the process, was booked for three weeks straight afterward, and now, in an attempt to eliminate New Sindicate members… specifically someone from M&M, we’re set up like this.
And it didn’t just happen either. Kaylyn Evans begged out of her qualifier against me two weeks ago, so it’s not like Aubrey and I couldn’t have been given different opponents. Under other circumstances I’d be thrilled for this match… but not this week…
Aubrey’s my partner, friend, and student… but she’s also my worst nightmare…
We have a shot of Aubrey glaring into the camera which lingers for a while before fading back out.
This is far from ideal circumstances. I was hoping that if we had to face off again, it would’ve been at the pay-per-view. Instead, two weeks before the event, we’re booked in a showdown. It’s a surprise… and given circumstances, it pretty much kills the chances of both of us making it into the tournament. That’d require one of us to shake off a loss and come right back against eight other competitors.
I have no doubts that Aubrey could do it, but I know that she has no intention going that route. I don’t need to see Aubrey’s promotional work to understand that. I’m her partner. I’m with her often enough to see the passion she’s bringing forth for this. She’s always wanted to be the best. Since she had her shot at Sally Talfourd in December, she’s been waiting for another opportunity to come her way. It never did. So now she’s got a chance to take it.
It’s much like how I was motivated when I had to win the last spot in the Tap Out gauntlet. She’s driven even more so. She doesn’t care who’s in her way.
Clips play showing Aubrey fighting and beating Sally Talfourd, Jason Kash, Anthony Bailey, and Keaton Saint.
For the last week, anytime I’ve looked into her eyes, I’ve seen it. She’s tried to hide it, especially when it was supposed to be about M&M, but I know her too well. In the moments before she’d see me as her partner… I saw the promise of my destruction in her eyes. And when that moment happens, she’ll revel in it.
Again we see the shot of Logan and Aubrey in a stare down. It suddenly cuts to a clip of Aubrey swinging a folding chair at Logan, which then disappears.
Some people have the impression that Aubrey’s ‘what I made her into’. We’ve got a student-mentor relationship at times, but no one’s ever stopped to consider the possibility that I may not be her first or only mentor. It’s mainly a convenient reason for others to place blame for her behaviour at my feet. I won’t deny that I’ve had a hand in moulding her into the competitor that everyone sees today, but I’m only one of several people that have taught her over the years.
During the first part of our tenure in APW, she looked to me for guidance and direction. She doesn’t do that anymore. She may still have all the lessons, guidance and values I’ve imparted to her, but I have no control over what she does, although I can sometimes make her reconsider her actions.
Once I’m in the ring with her, I’m at her mercy… and she has no mercy. I’ve had front row seats to her most aggressive acts here. I almost became one of them. I might’ve been able to delay such events, but I never would’ve been able to stop them. She’d just do them when I wasn’t around making my efforts pointless.
A series of clips show Aubrey attacking the Dying Breed and Kaylyn Evans, injuring them in the process.
I’ve seen the darkness my partner carries with her. You only need to look into her eyes and be able to recognize what looks back at you to see the truth. I’ve seen it before… but only now have I seen it so keenly intent on me.
I’m afraid of having to get in the ring with her… but not because I’m afraid of what might happen to me. After being broken at the hands of APW’s self-proclaimed upstanding citizen, I know that Aubrey can do much more without batting an eye. No… my concern comes from having to deal with her darker side.
Because doing what’s best for me, demands that I beat back that dark part. I’d have to stand before my partner and once again find the ability to deny her everything she seeks… but that won’t stop her entirely. I’ll just be unleashing a force of violence against eight other competitors that none of them will expect. I also pause to consider the fact that those eight other people aren’t necessarily ones that I have any love for at all. Some I downright despise. But my real concern is about potentially pushing my partner over the edge.
I’m more concerned about the damage done to her than them.
We shift to another scene with Logan sitting in a locker room again, his hands are clasped together in front of his mouth and he stares contemplatively into the distance.
Do I do what’s best for me, try to defeat my partner and avoid the inherent dangers of a battle royal in my current state? Or do I do what’s best for my partner, and try to avoid losing her to that dark place inside her?
We remain on this scene for several more moments before it fades to black.
Thursday, June 13…
After Overdrive…
We go to a hotel room in New Orleans, where we have a shot of the Tap Out champion slumped back in a chair. He’s dressed casually in jeans and a loose fitting t-shirt. He’s got his left hand against his right side. His eyes are closed and he wears an expression of pain on his face. Considering the events of Overdrive, some hours removed, his apparent condition comes as no surprise.
When was all-out war declared?
The question’s unexpected, and the reply given shows that.
What?
Logan opens one eyes and gazes towards the camera.
Did I stutter out the question?
No… it’s not that. I just didn’t get the meaning of your question.
He lets out a breath and starts to shift back to a proper sitting position, but he stops and winces in pain, before reconsidering. He takes in a breath to relax and calm himself, then looks at the camera again.
Over the past four weeks I’ve become one of the most abused competitors on the APW roster. Bailey dropped me through a ladder. Level One drove a chair into my sternum. Red Scorpion knocked me from the top rope to the floor during our match. Earlier, I was assaulted by Buckson Gooch from behind and then dropped on my head.
I just want to know when it was decided that the entirety of the APW roster would launch a collective assault against the New Sindicate.
I’m pretty sure declaring those intents are counterproductive to their purposes. It was clearly pre-emptive.
Christian and Aubrey are spoiling for a fight and I’ve been able to hold them back because that’s not what we needed to do. What’s ‘counterproductive’ for everyone else is giving me a reason to let them do as they wish, or giving me a reason to join them.
He closes his eyes gathering himself for a few moments then, with obvious discomfort, he begins to right himself in the chair. The camera lowers, as the person moves to help him.
It’s okay… I’ve got it.
A short while later the camera is focused back on Logan as he now sits there, with a pained expression on his face. He doesn’t even look at the camera.
I suppose someone also thought that it would be a good idea to put me up against the one person that I can really trust here in APW this week. After all the crap I’ve been put through, management decided to top it all off with this.
There’s nothing you can do to change it now.
Logan doesn’t offer a response.
How are you going to handle this?
He shakes his head slowly.
I don’t know… I hurt in too many places right now. The non-stop punishment is taking its toll… I swear I’m going to snap on someone and soon…
He lets out another slow breath
I refuse to let that person be my own partner though. I’m sorely tempted to forfeit to Aubrey and save my energy for breaking bodies in the battle royal. I won’t even worry about winning it. I’ll just aim to leave eight bodies strewn about ringside… Seven if Christian happens to join me there, then I can let him take over.
Now he looks towards the camera.
If APW wants a war, I may damn well give them one.
The scene fades out
Friday, June 14…
We open back in the hotel room of Logan Alexander in New Orleans. He stands before the camera once again. His face set with grim determination as he gazes back at the camera.
I don’t like this match, I don’t want it, but I’m going to have to deal with it. In the spirit of competition, I’m going to do my best to fight you on Sunday night Aubrey. I may be wracked with pain, and I’ll be even moreso once we face off, but I will throw everything I can at you.
You deserve nothing less than the very best I can put out. No one is going to say that you had an easy road into the tournament, and I know that you will be a part of it one way or another. But we’ll have to wait and see if you are going to be able to beat me one-on-one.
His expression grows a bit darker and angry.
But for the people waiting in the battle royal… you’re not going to like the result either way, regardless of who wins, you’re all going to have to deal with a very angry and vengeful person that, while surrounded by enemies, will be prepared and motivated to leave every single one of you battered and bloody.
Outside of Aubrey, Christian Kane, who I’ve reached an understanding with, and Terry Marvin, who’s shown me more respect than the rest of APW minus the other two people I just mentioned, everyone else has shown that they deserve nothing but the worst I can dish out.
If I end up inside the battle royal, I’m going to cut loose on everyone in my way. I’m through with trying to be civil… Look what it’s gotten me thus far. By holding back, I’ve only been made to suffer at the hands of others.
No more.
On Sunday night I’m going to start setting things right, first with my partner, then in the battle royal either as a competitor or at my partner’s side. The New Sindicate has been assaulted by numerous foes thus far… all of them firing the first shots, all of them cowering in fear of the threat we present. We haven’t even done anything yet.
Now… it’s time that we give you something to fear.
He smiles coldly at the camera.
On Sunday night, I’m going to show everyone chaos in action. It’s what you all seem to want, so it’s time for you to reap what you’ve sown.
The camera remains focused on his smiling face as the scene fades to black.
Hello. My name is Logan Alexander. I’m a professional wrestler with almost nine years of experience. I’m also a teacher and trainer out of my own wrestling school. I’m a decorated competitor with championships spanning four different promotions. This week, I’m scheduled for a qualifying match in APW’s Test for the Best tournament… and I’m afraid.
He pauses in his preparation, a look of concern on his face. We then switch to a scene of Logan walking backstage heading for the entryway to the ring.
It’s an odd phrase for me to utter. Honestly, it’s not one I generally feel compelled to say, regardless of circumstances I’m facing or opponent I’m looking at. In most cases, I’m confident and capable of handling whatever’s before me. I head out knowing I can win, and am prepared to do so.
This week’s different though.
He disappears through the curtain. The scene moves to a shot at ringside, showing Aubrey looking around at the crowd.
This week, I’m going to be across the ring from not just any opponent, but my stablemate, partner, and friend, Aubrey J. Parker. Depending on how things go, I may also find myself caught in a feeding frenzy later with eight opponents in a match where I’ll be at a gross disadvantage.
But that second match doesn’t worry me so much… The first one does.
We shift to clips from different matches. First there is a four-way singles match with Logan and Aubrey, then the Last Person Standing match at One Night in Hell, and finally a singles match between them.
I’ve had to compete with Aubrey thrice in APW on Meltdown and I have two victories. Neither was dominant. Those matches could’ve gone either way, so I know I can’t expect my past success to have any effect on my chances of winning this time around.
My first win was in a four-way match and I beat Aubrey in a race for a submission, as we both had holds cinched on different opponents to conclude the match. The second one was a No-DQ championship match that Sienna Harrison refereed. Amy Zing attacked Aubrey, Envikado tried to get involved, Aubrey then tried to break a chair over my head and just missed. I’ve never felt any pride in that win. I still think she was cheated. But she took a big win at One Night in Hell.
Now, we’re fighting for a place in Test for the Best.
The scene settles on an image of Logan and Aubrey staring down one another in the ring.
I’m not gonna lie… I don’t think my chances of advancing are good this week. Aubrey and I are almost equals in the ring when we’re at our best. I’m decidedly not right now. I know what this match means to her, so it won’t be easy. Beyond her wait the dregs of the first and second round qualifiers inside the battle royal… which happens shortly after our match.
I’m used to having the deck stacked against me, but that feels like overkill. For the last two months, I’ve been put through a grinder in order to get ahead. I had to fight my way into the Tap Out gauntlet, then I had back-to-back title matches, was injured in the process, was booked for three weeks straight afterward, and now, in an attempt to eliminate New Sindicate members… specifically someone from M&M, we’re set up like this.
And it didn’t just happen either. Kaylyn Evans begged out of her qualifier against me two weeks ago, so it’s not like Aubrey and I couldn’t have been given different opponents. Under other circumstances I’d be thrilled for this match… but not this week…
Aubrey’s my partner, friend, and student… but she’s also my worst nightmare…
We have a shot of Aubrey glaring into the camera which lingers for a while before fading back out.
This is far from ideal circumstances. I was hoping that if we had to face off again, it would’ve been at the pay-per-view. Instead, two weeks before the event, we’re booked in a showdown. It’s a surprise… and given circumstances, it pretty much kills the chances of both of us making it into the tournament. That’d require one of us to shake off a loss and come right back against eight other competitors.
I have no doubts that Aubrey could do it, but I know that she has no intention going that route. I don’t need to see Aubrey’s promotional work to understand that. I’m her partner. I’m with her often enough to see the passion she’s bringing forth for this. She’s always wanted to be the best. Since she had her shot at Sally Talfourd in December, she’s been waiting for another opportunity to come her way. It never did. So now she’s got a chance to take it.
It’s much like how I was motivated when I had to win the last spot in the Tap Out gauntlet. She’s driven even more so. She doesn’t care who’s in her way.
Clips play showing Aubrey fighting and beating Sally Talfourd, Jason Kash, Anthony Bailey, and Keaton Saint.
For the last week, anytime I’ve looked into her eyes, I’ve seen it. She’s tried to hide it, especially when it was supposed to be about M&M, but I know her too well. In the moments before she’d see me as her partner… I saw the promise of my destruction in her eyes. And when that moment happens, she’ll revel in it.
Again we see the shot of Logan and Aubrey in a stare down. It suddenly cuts to a clip of Aubrey swinging a folding chair at Logan, which then disappears.
Some people have the impression that Aubrey’s ‘what I made her into’. We’ve got a student-mentor relationship at times, but no one’s ever stopped to consider the possibility that I may not be her first or only mentor. It’s mainly a convenient reason for others to place blame for her behaviour at my feet. I won’t deny that I’ve had a hand in moulding her into the competitor that everyone sees today, but I’m only one of several people that have taught her over the years.
During the first part of our tenure in APW, she looked to me for guidance and direction. She doesn’t do that anymore. She may still have all the lessons, guidance and values I’ve imparted to her, but I have no control over what she does, although I can sometimes make her reconsider her actions.
Once I’m in the ring with her, I’m at her mercy… and she has no mercy. I’ve had front row seats to her most aggressive acts here. I almost became one of them. I might’ve been able to delay such events, but I never would’ve been able to stop them. She’d just do them when I wasn’t around making my efforts pointless.
A series of clips show Aubrey attacking the Dying Breed and Kaylyn Evans, injuring them in the process.
I’ve seen the darkness my partner carries with her. You only need to look into her eyes and be able to recognize what looks back at you to see the truth. I’ve seen it before… but only now have I seen it so keenly intent on me.
I’m afraid of having to get in the ring with her… but not because I’m afraid of what might happen to me. After being broken at the hands of APW’s self-proclaimed upstanding citizen, I know that Aubrey can do much more without batting an eye. No… my concern comes from having to deal with her darker side.
Because doing what’s best for me, demands that I beat back that dark part. I’d have to stand before my partner and once again find the ability to deny her everything she seeks… but that won’t stop her entirely. I’ll just be unleashing a force of violence against eight other competitors that none of them will expect. I also pause to consider the fact that those eight other people aren’t necessarily ones that I have any love for at all. Some I downright despise. But my real concern is about potentially pushing my partner over the edge.
I’m more concerned about the damage done to her than them.
We shift to another scene with Logan sitting in a locker room again, his hands are clasped together in front of his mouth and he stares contemplatively into the distance.
Do I do what’s best for me, try to defeat my partner and avoid the inherent dangers of a battle royal in my current state? Or do I do what’s best for my partner, and try to avoid losing her to that dark place inside her?
We remain on this scene for several more moments before it fades to black.
Thursday, June 13…
After Overdrive…
We go to a hotel room in New Orleans, where we have a shot of the Tap Out champion slumped back in a chair. He’s dressed casually in jeans and a loose fitting t-shirt. He’s got his left hand against his right side. His eyes are closed and he wears an expression of pain on his face. Considering the events of Overdrive, some hours removed, his apparent condition comes as no surprise.
When was all-out war declared?
The question’s unexpected, and the reply given shows that.
What?
Logan opens one eyes and gazes towards the camera.
Did I stutter out the question?
No… it’s not that. I just didn’t get the meaning of your question.
He lets out a breath and starts to shift back to a proper sitting position, but he stops and winces in pain, before reconsidering. He takes in a breath to relax and calm himself, then looks at the camera again.
Over the past four weeks I’ve become one of the most abused competitors on the APW roster. Bailey dropped me through a ladder. Level One drove a chair into my sternum. Red Scorpion knocked me from the top rope to the floor during our match. Earlier, I was assaulted by Buckson Gooch from behind and then dropped on my head.
I just want to know when it was decided that the entirety of the APW roster would launch a collective assault against the New Sindicate.
I’m pretty sure declaring those intents are counterproductive to their purposes. It was clearly pre-emptive.
Christian and Aubrey are spoiling for a fight and I’ve been able to hold them back because that’s not what we needed to do. What’s ‘counterproductive’ for everyone else is giving me a reason to let them do as they wish, or giving me a reason to join them.
He closes his eyes gathering himself for a few moments then, with obvious discomfort, he begins to right himself in the chair. The camera lowers, as the person moves to help him.
It’s okay… I’ve got it.
A short while later the camera is focused back on Logan as he now sits there, with a pained expression on his face. He doesn’t even look at the camera.
I suppose someone also thought that it would be a good idea to put me up against the one person that I can really trust here in APW this week. After all the crap I’ve been put through, management decided to top it all off with this.
There’s nothing you can do to change it now.
Logan doesn’t offer a response.
How are you going to handle this?
He shakes his head slowly.
I don’t know… I hurt in too many places right now. The non-stop punishment is taking its toll… I swear I’m going to snap on someone and soon…
He lets out another slow breath
I refuse to let that person be my own partner though. I’m sorely tempted to forfeit to Aubrey and save my energy for breaking bodies in the battle royal. I won’t even worry about winning it. I’ll just aim to leave eight bodies strewn about ringside… Seven if Christian happens to join me there, then I can let him take over.
Now he looks towards the camera.
If APW wants a war, I may damn well give them one.
The scene fades out
Friday, June 14…
We open back in the hotel room of Logan Alexander in New Orleans. He stands before the camera once again. His face set with grim determination as he gazes back at the camera.
I don’t like this match, I don’t want it, but I’m going to have to deal with it. In the spirit of competition, I’m going to do my best to fight you on Sunday night Aubrey. I may be wracked with pain, and I’ll be even moreso once we face off, but I will throw everything I can at you.
You deserve nothing less than the very best I can put out. No one is going to say that you had an easy road into the tournament, and I know that you will be a part of it one way or another. But we’ll have to wait and see if you are going to be able to beat me one-on-one.
His expression grows a bit darker and angry.
But for the people waiting in the battle royal… you’re not going to like the result either way, regardless of who wins, you’re all going to have to deal with a very angry and vengeful person that, while surrounded by enemies, will be prepared and motivated to leave every single one of you battered and bloody.
Outside of Aubrey, Christian Kane, who I’ve reached an understanding with, and Terry Marvin, who’s shown me more respect than the rest of APW minus the other two people I just mentioned, everyone else has shown that they deserve nothing but the worst I can dish out.
If I end up inside the battle royal, I’m going to cut loose on everyone in my way. I’m through with trying to be civil… Look what it’s gotten me thus far. By holding back, I’ve only been made to suffer at the hands of others.
No more.
On Sunday night I’m going to start setting things right, first with my partner, then in the battle royal either as a competitor or at my partner’s side. The New Sindicate has been assaulted by numerous foes thus far… all of them firing the first shots, all of them cowering in fear of the threat we present. We haven’t even done anything yet.
Now… it’s time that we give you something to fear.
He smiles coldly at the camera.
On Sunday night, I’m going to show everyone chaos in action. It’s what you all seem to want, so it’s time for you to reap what you’ve sown.
The camera remains focused on his smiling face as the scene fades to black.
