Post by Chaos Stryke on Aug 26, 2013 14:50:44 GMT -4
Friday, August 23, 2013…
We open to an interior shot of the Alexander training center, where we see Logan and Rich walking side by side out towards one of the rings set up in the main training room, with a collection of students looking on at the activity going on in the other rings. They’re both dressed to compete in similar attire, just different colours, and both donning their masks. The camera hovers just behind Logan and Rich as they walk catching their conversation.
So how are you feeling today?
Logan doesn’t glance over.
I’m getting better with everyday that passes Rich. Bit-by-bit I’m regaining my mental clarity. It’s really something when you’ve been lost in a cloud of fog and then it begins to lift at long last. The light begins to shine through and you can finally start to take in where you’ve been and where you’re going.
He shakes his head slightly.
But then you can finally start to see everything that’s been going on around you… and sometimes you wish you were lost again.
Rich looks over.
So everything is really settling in for you now?
Logan nods slightly.
It is. Reality doesn’t hit you harder than it does in these particular moments. When you’ve screwed up and you finally get to see just how far things have gone while you were oblivious. You then have to acknowledge that things are beyond your ability to fix. I see Aubrey from afar… and I realize how much I’ve failed her and hurt her… I see the New Sindicate has been torn to pieces while I’ve been… elsewhere. Terry and Aubrey are going to destroy one another… there will be no reuniting after that. Everything is back in flux and uncertain. I couldn’t tell you where things will be in the next few days. I’ve missed so much…
Are we going to head to Shockwave? We aren’t too far away.
Logan looks over and nods once.
Yes. I’ve made arrangements already. I have to be there. I’m going to have to see my folly through all the way to the end. Maybe… maybe there’ll even be a chance, however small, to correct the mistakes I’ve made.
He shakes his head as they stop before their ring.
For now though, we need to prepare for our own scheduled encounter.
Logan and Rich part ways, making their way to opposite corners of the ring, climbing into it and preparing to face off. They approach the center of the ring slowly, closing to grappling distance. They lock up in a collar and elbow tie-up, and the scene fades to black.
Sometimes… there’s nothing worse than the moment you realize you’ve fumbled away something of great value to yourself. I look around myself here in APW… and in the last two months I have lost far too much of value because of both my actions and inactions… My actions at Test for the Best damaged my partnership with Aubrey. I’ve sat on the sidelines while Aubrey and Terry have let things unfold between themselves and steadily escalate to where they are now. All that I have left in APW right now is my championship. Despite everything else that has happened, I’m still holding onto that… even though my recent showings have been less than spectacular. I got beaten by the Unforgiven and lost to a man who finally realized he couldn’t hang with the best and will bow out.
It’s quite a step down from where I was two months ago. I was doing so well and was poised to potentially make a huge breakthrough of my own. Now I’m just struggling to hold onto what little I have left.
Imagine my surprise when I found out that for the first time since I arrived in APW, I wasn’t going to be making an in ring appearance on pay per view. At my one year anniversary show here in APW, despite being the number two champion on Asylum, I’m not a part of Shockwave. Have I really fallen so far? Even though I don’t feel my recent body of work has lived up to my previous standards, I wouldn’t have expected this. Bumped from the main show this week and then on top of that, I’m not even going to be in the top slot on the backup show.
Says quite a lot doesn’t it?
Makes me think that people figure my time is up here. That maybe I just don’t have IT anymore. That maybe I lack something and should just step aside for a new star to take my spot. Heck, if you’d asked me a year ago if I’d still be here in APW today, I probably wouldn’t have said yes. But I am still here today and I’m not ready to give up what I’ve got left and move on from where I am. Sure the first thing I need to do is to turn this ship around and I think that there’s no time quite like the present to give it a whirl, because the only person who has a say in when Logan Alexander is done, is Logan Alexander.
I might be down at the moment and look like I’m in a bad spot, but I’ve been through worse, survived it all and came back ready for more. None of that has changed. So I’ve got a job to do on Tuesday night and I’m going to go and take care of it… and I’m going to be ready to prove wrong anybody that seems to think differently, from the two guys in the ring with me to anyone in the back that seems to think they’re getting involved.
It’s time to do this!
Sunday, August 25, 2013…
The scene opens once again, this time to the inside of a lockerroom. The sounds of a wrestling broadcast fills the room and the camera turns to the source, a television monitor showing APW’s Shockwave broadcast in progress. Apparently the show is between matches at the moment. The audio from the television is muted and a voice cuts in.
Good timing… Things are at a lull so I can get my piece out of the way without distraction.
The camera pans around to catch sight of Logan Alexander. He’s sitting across from the television, apparently watching the broadcast from his own lockerroom, rather than elsewhere in the arena. He’s dressed to compete, regardless of the fact he’s not scheduled to compete. He nods to the camera.
I’m backstage at Shockwave, taking in this show that I have no part of this year. Just watching things unfold and planning for the days ahead. There’s going to be some big shifts in APW before this night is done, I’m sure of it. The best way to prepare to ride it out is to watch it as it happens. Having seen the first few matches here tonight, I’ve seen how things are taking shape in regards to the next potential contenders for the Tap Out title, and I will need to prepare for them because I fully intend to be the one there holding this title when those future matches come to pass.
He smiles slightly.
I’ve heard the rumblings backstage and I’ve seen the results from the polling of public opinion. I know that there are people in many quarters that are expecting my championship reign to come to an end in two days at the supershow. I’ve heard the rallying cries supporting my opposition, urging them on to victory, hoping that they’ll be able to unseat me as champion and take the title that I have trained practically my entire career to hold. There are few people in this company that are befitting of the title of Tap Out champion, because there are few that have bothered to learn and master the same skills I have. Quite simply, I view myself as the best representative for this championship and I’m willing to fight anyone and everyone I have to in order to prove it. There’s no exception to that for my opponents this week.
As fortune would have it, it appears that my originally intended opponent has had to forfeit his opportunity due to some sort of unforeseen circumstances. I don’t know what happened to Emerald Assassin, I just know that I was looking forward to beating him again. I’d have assumed that Guv’nor would be next in line for a shot, but he’s already got a dance partner tonight. Instead, my opponents were picked from the remainder of the roster that, like myself, weren’t scheduled for competition tonight.
He leans back, crossing his arms over his chest. His expression turns to disappointment.
All things being equal, the two men I have to face in two days time are not ones that would come close to topping a list of possible contenders that I would’ve expected. So with a fair amount of surprise, my title will be defended against Mister Enigma and Jair Hopkins.
He closes his eyes as he shakes his head slightly.
I know that I say this every few weeks or so… but really?
He opens his eyes and looks back at the camera once again.
Of all the people on the roster, these are the two that get the nod?
He sighs softly.
I know it shouldn’t be my place to question why, but I can’t help it here. I can’t see how either of these guys deserve this opportunity being given to them, but because of that simple fact, I know that I’m going to have come at these two with double the intensity I usually would, because if I lose my championship to either of these guys, what does that say about me?
Logan fixes the camera with a steady gaze as his expression grows serious.
Enigma… Mr. E… It’s no joke, but you’re an unknown to me. I don’t really know much about you and I haven’t taken much time to study you. Frankly that’s because you’ve basically been a nonentity up on Asylum since you got here. You’ve had a few matches as sort of a feeling out process to see where you stand. Where is that? Nowhere of consequence.
Despite that, in your time on Asylum you’ve had one title match and have been lined up for a second opportunity. Since you’ve been on Asylum, you’ve yet to beat an actual wrestler. I suppose I could be more thorough and see how you’ve done on Meltdown, but really, who of consequence there could you have beaten or even put up a good showing against? You’ve lost to Kaylyn Evans and Young Mannie, two people that I know fairly and well and have schooled in the ring quite frequently, so really what does that mean for you?
You haven’t shown that you’ve got much of a knack for winning under standard rules, now you’re in a situation where the only way to get the victory is to take one of your opponents to the breaking point and make them give up. I live for these sorts of matches. This is how I usually compete after all, so limiting me to submissions isn’t limiting me at all. It’s just another day at the office. But for you, are you going to be able to succeed under such circumstances? That’s the question to answer. Beating people up is one thing. Breaking them down is another.
So I’m going to send you on a nasty trip Tuesday night. I’m going to take you to your breaking point, and once you’re there I’ll push you beyond it and that’s when the fun will really begin.
He smiles coolly at the camera as he finishes.
Truth be told though, Enigma would be a second priority next to our opponent, with very few exceptions. Jair Hopkins… you and I have so much history in these past nine months. We’ve faced each other in tag matches and in singles matches. You’ve got the advantage in the first category and I have the advantage in the second. Too bad Bailey isn’t going to be here to hold your hand, beat me with chairs, and drop me through ladders. I don’t need Aubrey at my side to break you in the ring. I’ve already made you tap out. It’s just been a while.
I’ve been told that this week is supposed to be your grand emergence onto the Asylum stage as a bonafide singles competitor. It’s going to be the day that Hopkins arrives and makes his mark on this company, claims championship gold, and finally proves that he’s got what it takes. I’ve heard it, but I don’t believe a word of it. We’ve been through this all before Jair. After Rasslemania, I made you submit in the middle of the ring. Four weeks later, when you didn’t have what it took to win the Mayhem Tap Out gauntlet qualifier, I did. You know what is different about this match? Nothing. I’ll make sure we have a ring doctor trained in the Heimlich at ringside for when you choke once again. The fans may not go home happy, but we can’t all get what we want.
But we can get what we deserve.
The smile falls from his face, replaced by a scowl and an intense glare.
You have a lot of payback coming your way Hopkins. I guarantee you that. I may not ever get another shot at you and Bailey for the Tag Team championships, but I can still certainly make you pay for your roles in my current predicament. I’m not going to rest until I’ve gotten my opportunity to put the Dying Breed in its place. Six weeks ago, I got to put the mouthy little Williams away. He got taught a lesson in respect. Now you’re in line for more of the same Hopkins. You’re going to take that same trip for all the disrespect you and your trash talking partner have thrown my way over the months that have led up to now.
In doing so, I’ll do you a favour. I’ll break you of your addiction Hopkins. No, not ones centered around meds or drugs, frankly because I don’t know what your status is with those and I’m not going to make assumptions like you and Bailey frequently do. The addiction I plan to free you from is dependence… on Anthony Bailey.
A calculating smile appears on Logan face, supplanting the scowl he’d worn.
Let’s face it Jair… without Anthony promising you the world last year you’d just be ‘a nobody’ instead of ‘an underachieving nobody that breaks everyone’s hearts because they believe in him so much yet he can’t get over the hump to become relevant’. Bailey drags you along on his quest to become relevant once again, yet is still failing despite two tag title reigns with no notable untarnished victories. Yeah, you ‘beat’ M&M with gimmicks, extra teams, and outside interference. Yet I’m Tap Out champion, Aubrey won Test for the Best, and you two wallow in obscurity beating ‘has-been’s’ and ‘never-will-be’s’. Whenever you two boys get a chance to prove yourselves individually though and do something impressive… let the chokefest begin! Heck, can you even tell me who you’ve beaten of relevance on your own since the year began? And by relevant, I don’t mean Kash and Reaver. They haven’t been relevant this year.
Meanwhile, you two jokers walk around thinking that the world is yours for the taking, yet you can’t even take care of business on your own. Because neither of you have IT. Bailey once did, but you never did, and unless you find a truckload of talent just lying around somewhere Hopkins, I’m going to send you back to Bailey in knots and let him try to figure out how to fix you.
Logan leans forward in his seat, towards the camera.
If you thought what I did to you after Rasslemania was bad, you’re in for a rude awakening Tuesday. You haven’t seen the half of what I’m capable of in the ring, but you’re going to have a much better idea before I’m done with you.
He glares at the camera for several moments. His gaze then shifts over to something past the camera and he settles back in his seat.
Enigma, Hopkins… you two aren’t here because you deserve this opportunity, it’s because of a quirk of fate. You’re in the right place at the right time for this opportunity, but you’re both in my crosshairs now. After my last few outings I need a match not team oriented to get going the right way and I plan on making the most of this and roll on into September still the Tap Out champion. I’m not going to drop this match to either of you two. If for some reason, through divine intervention, one of you happen to walk out with my title, I’ll go take a break and sit at home for a few months while one of you parades around with my belt, but I wouldn’t bet on that happening because neither of you have what it takes.
You’re both out of your league and I’m going to put you both in your place. Your delusions of grandeur are just that… delusions. You’re going to wake up to the reality of the pain I put you through. The only question left to answer is which of you breaks first?
Logan smiles coldly at the camera, before he slowly stands from his seat. The camera rises as well keeping level with him.
We’ll find that out soon enough. I have some business to take care of with an acquaintance, so I’ll you two later.
He looks away from the camera and walks out of the field of view. The scene then fades to black.
We open to an interior shot of the Alexander training center, where we see Logan and Rich walking side by side out towards one of the rings set up in the main training room, with a collection of students looking on at the activity going on in the other rings. They’re both dressed to compete in similar attire, just different colours, and both donning their masks. The camera hovers just behind Logan and Rich as they walk catching their conversation.
So how are you feeling today?
Logan doesn’t glance over.
I’m getting better with everyday that passes Rich. Bit-by-bit I’m regaining my mental clarity. It’s really something when you’ve been lost in a cloud of fog and then it begins to lift at long last. The light begins to shine through and you can finally start to take in where you’ve been and where you’re going.
He shakes his head slightly.
But then you can finally start to see everything that’s been going on around you… and sometimes you wish you were lost again.
Rich looks over.
So everything is really settling in for you now?
Logan nods slightly.
It is. Reality doesn’t hit you harder than it does in these particular moments. When you’ve screwed up and you finally get to see just how far things have gone while you were oblivious. You then have to acknowledge that things are beyond your ability to fix. I see Aubrey from afar… and I realize how much I’ve failed her and hurt her… I see the New Sindicate has been torn to pieces while I’ve been… elsewhere. Terry and Aubrey are going to destroy one another… there will be no reuniting after that. Everything is back in flux and uncertain. I couldn’t tell you where things will be in the next few days. I’ve missed so much…
Are we going to head to Shockwave? We aren’t too far away.
Logan looks over and nods once.
Yes. I’ve made arrangements already. I have to be there. I’m going to have to see my folly through all the way to the end. Maybe… maybe there’ll even be a chance, however small, to correct the mistakes I’ve made.
He shakes his head as they stop before their ring.
For now though, we need to prepare for our own scheduled encounter.
Logan and Rich part ways, making their way to opposite corners of the ring, climbing into it and preparing to face off. They approach the center of the ring slowly, closing to grappling distance. They lock up in a collar and elbow tie-up, and the scene fades to black.
Sometimes… there’s nothing worse than the moment you realize you’ve fumbled away something of great value to yourself. I look around myself here in APW… and in the last two months I have lost far too much of value because of both my actions and inactions… My actions at Test for the Best damaged my partnership with Aubrey. I’ve sat on the sidelines while Aubrey and Terry have let things unfold between themselves and steadily escalate to where they are now. All that I have left in APW right now is my championship. Despite everything else that has happened, I’m still holding onto that… even though my recent showings have been less than spectacular. I got beaten by the Unforgiven and lost to a man who finally realized he couldn’t hang with the best and will bow out.
It’s quite a step down from where I was two months ago. I was doing so well and was poised to potentially make a huge breakthrough of my own. Now I’m just struggling to hold onto what little I have left.
Imagine my surprise when I found out that for the first time since I arrived in APW, I wasn’t going to be making an in ring appearance on pay per view. At my one year anniversary show here in APW, despite being the number two champion on Asylum, I’m not a part of Shockwave. Have I really fallen so far? Even though I don’t feel my recent body of work has lived up to my previous standards, I wouldn’t have expected this. Bumped from the main show this week and then on top of that, I’m not even going to be in the top slot on the backup show.
Says quite a lot doesn’t it?
Makes me think that people figure my time is up here. That maybe I just don’t have IT anymore. That maybe I lack something and should just step aside for a new star to take my spot. Heck, if you’d asked me a year ago if I’d still be here in APW today, I probably wouldn’t have said yes. But I am still here today and I’m not ready to give up what I’ve got left and move on from where I am. Sure the first thing I need to do is to turn this ship around and I think that there’s no time quite like the present to give it a whirl, because the only person who has a say in when Logan Alexander is done, is Logan Alexander.
I might be down at the moment and look like I’m in a bad spot, but I’ve been through worse, survived it all and came back ready for more. None of that has changed. So I’ve got a job to do on Tuesday night and I’m going to go and take care of it… and I’m going to be ready to prove wrong anybody that seems to think differently, from the two guys in the ring with me to anyone in the back that seems to think they’re getting involved.
It’s time to do this!
Sunday, August 25, 2013…
The scene opens once again, this time to the inside of a lockerroom. The sounds of a wrestling broadcast fills the room and the camera turns to the source, a television monitor showing APW’s Shockwave broadcast in progress. Apparently the show is between matches at the moment. The audio from the television is muted and a voice cuts in.
Good timing… Things are at a lull so I can get my piece out of the way without distraction.
The camera pans around to catch sight of Logan Alexander. He’s sitting across from the television, apparently watching the broadcast from his own lockerroom, rather than elsewhere in the arena. He’s dressed to compete, regardless of the fact he’s not scheduled to compete. He nods to the camera.
I’m backstage at Shockwave, taking in this show that I have no part of this year. Just watching things unfold and planning for the days ahead. There’s going to be some big shifts in APW before this night is done, I’m sure of it. The best way to prepare to ride it out is to watch it as it happens. Having seen the first few matches here tonight, I’ve seen how things are taking shape in regards to the next potential contenders for the Tap Out title, and I will need to prepare for them because I fully intend to be the one there holding this title when those future matches come to pass.
He smiles slightly.
I’ve heard the rumblings backstage and I’ve seen the results from the polling of public opinion. I know that there are people in many quarters that are expecting my championship reign to come to an end in two days at the supershow. I’ve heard the rallying cries supporting my opposition, urging them on to victory, hoping that they’ll be able to unseat me as champion and take the title that I have trained practically my entire career to hold. There are few people in this company that are befitting of the title of Tap Out champion, because there are few that have bothered to learn and master the same skills I have. Quite simply, I view myself as the best representative for this championship and I’m willing to fight anyone and everyone I have to in order to prove it. There’s no exception to that for my opponents this week.
As fortune would have it, it appears that my originally intended opponent has had to forfeit his opportunity due to some sort of unforeseen circumstances. I don’t know what happened to Emerald Assassin, I just know that I was looking forward to beating him again. I’d have assumed that Guv’nor would be next in line for a shot, but he’s already got a dance partner tonight. Instead, my opponents were picked from the remainder of the roster that, like myself, weren’t scheduled for competition tonight.
He leans back, crossing his arms over his chest. His expression turns to disappointment.
All things being equal, the two men I have to face in two days time are not ones that would come close to topping a list of possible contenders that I would’ve expected. So with a fair amount of surprise, my title will be defended against Mister Enigma and Jair Hopkins.
He closes his eyes as he shakes his head slightly.
I know that I say this every few weeks or so… but really?
He opens his eyes and looks back at the camera once again.
Of all the people on the roster, these are the two that get the nod?
He sighs softly.
I know it shouldn’t be my place to question why, but I can’t help it here. I can’t see how either of these guys deserve this opportunity being given to them, but because of that simple fact, I know that I’m going to have come at these two with double the intensity I usually would, because if I lose my championship to either of these guys, what does that say about me?
Logan fixes the camera with a steady gaze as his expression grows serious.
Enigma… Mr. E… It’s no joke, but you’re an unknown to me. I don’t really know much about you and I haven’t taken much time to study you. Frankly that’s because you’ve basically been a nonentity up on Asylum since you got here. You’ve had a few matches as sort of a feeling out process to see where you stand. Where is that? Nowhere of consequence.
Despite that, in your time on Asylum you’ve had one title match and have been lined up for a second opportunity. Since you’ve been on Asylum, you’ve yet to beat an actual wrestler. I suppose I could be more thorough and see how you’ve done on Meltdown, but really, who of consequence there could you have beaten or even put up a good showing against? You’ve lost to Kaylyn Evans and Young Mannie, two people that I know fairly and well and have schooled in the ring quite frequently, so really what does that mean for you?
You haven’t shown that you’ve got much of a knack for winning under standard rules, now you’re in a situation where the only way to get the victory is to take one of your opponents to the breaking point and make them give up. I live for these sorts of matches. This is how I usually compete after all, so limiting me to submissions isn’t limiting me at all. It’s just another day at the office. But for you, are you going to be able to succeed under such circumstances? That’s the question to answer. Beating people up is one thing. Breaking them down is another.
So I’m going to send you on a nasty trip Tuesday night. I’m going to take you to your breaking point, and once you’re there I’ll push you beyond it and that’s when the fun will really begin.
He smiles coolly at the camera as he finishes.
Truth be told though, Enigma would be a second priority next to our opponent, with very few exceptions. Jair Hopkins… you and I have so much history in these past nine months. We’ve faced each other in tag matches and in singles matches. You’ve got the advantage in the first category and I have the advantage in the second. Too bad Bailey isn’t going to be here to hold your hand, beat me with chairs, and drop me through ladders. I don’t need Aubrey at my side to break you in the ring. I’ve already made you tap out. It’s just been a while.
I’ve been told that this week is supposed to be your grand emergence onto the Asylum stage as a bonafide singles competitor. It’s going to be the day that Hopkins arrives and makes his mark on this company, claims championship gold, and finally proves that he’s got what it takes. I’ve heard it, but I don’t believe a word of it. We’ve been through this all before Jair. After Rasslemania, I made you submit in the middle of the ring. Four weeks later, when you didn’t have what it took to win the Mayhem Tap Out gauntlet qualifier, I did. You know what is different about this match? Nothing. I’ll make sure we have a ring doctor trained in the Heimlich at ringside for when you choke once again. The fans may not go home happy, but we can’t all get what we want.
But we can get what we deserve.
The smile falls from his face, replaced by a scowl and an intense glare.
You have a lot of payback coming your way Hopkins. I guarantee you that. I may not ever get another shot at you and Bailey for the Tag Team championships, but I can still certainly make you pay for your roles in my current predicament. I’m not going to rest until I’ve gotten my opportunity to put the Dying Breed in its place. Six weeks ago, I got to put the mouthy little Williams away. He got taught a lesson in respect. Now you’re in line for more of the same Hopkins. You’re going to take that same trip for all the disrespect you and your trash talking partner have thrown my way over the months that have led up to now.
In doing so, I’ll do you a favour. I’ll break you of your addiction Hopkins. No, not ones centered around meds or drugs, frankly because I don’t know what your status is with those and I’m not going to make assumptions like you and Bailey frequently do. The addiction I plan to free you from is dependence… on Anthony Bailey.
A calculating smile appears on Logan face, supplanting the scowl he’d worn.
Let’s face it Jair… without Anthony promising you the world last year you’d just be ‘a nobody’ instead of ‘an underachieving nobody that breaks everyone’s hearts because they believe in him so much yet he can’t get over the hump to become relevant’. Bailey drags you along on his quest to become relevant once again, yet is still failing despite two tag title reigns with no notable untarnished victories. Yeah, you ‘beat’ M&M with gimmicks, extra teams, and outside interference. Yet I’m Tap Out champion, Aubrey won Test for the Best, and you two wallow in obscurity beating ‘has-been’s’ and ‘never-will-be’s’. Whenever you two boys get a chance to prove yourselves individually though and do something impressive… let the chokefest begin! Heck, can you even tell me who you’ve beaten of relevance on your own since the year began? And by relevant, I don’t mean Kash and Reaver. They haven’t been relevant this year.
Meanwhile, you two jokers walk around thinking that the world is yours for the taking, yet you can’t even take care of business on your own. Because neither of you have IT. Bailey once did, but you never did, and unless you find a truckload of talent just lying around somewhere Hopkins, I’m going to send you back to Bailey in knots and let him try to figure out how to fix you.
Logan leans forward in his seat, towards the camera.
If you thought what I did to you after Rasslemania was bad, you’re in for a rude awakening Tuesday. You haven’t seen the half of what I’m capable of in the ring, but you’re going to have a much better idea before I’m done with you.
He glares at the camera for several moments. His gaze then shifts over to something past the camera and he settles back in his seat.
Enigma, Hopkins… you two aren’t here because you deserve this opportunity, it’s because of a quirk of fate. You’re in the right place at the right time for this opportunity, but you’re both in my crosshairs now. After my last few outings I need a match not team oriented to get going the right way and I plan on making the most of this and roll on into September still the Tap Out champion. I’m not going to drop this match to either of you two. If for some reason, through divine intervention, one of you happen to walk out with my title, I’ll go take a break and sit at home for a few months while one of you parades around with my belt, but I wouldn’t bet on that happening because neither of you have what it takes.
You’re both out of your league and I’m going to put you both in your place. Your delusions of grandeur are just that… delusions. You’re going to wake up to the reality of the pain I put you through. The only question left to answer is which of you breaks first?
Logan smiles coldly at the camera, before he slowly stands from his seat. The camera rises as well keeping level with him.
We’ll find that out soon enough. I have some business to take care of with an acquaintance, so I’ll you two later.
He looks away from the camera and walks out of the field of view. The scene then fades to black.
