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Andrew Logan Offline
Registered but either hasn't added self to a roster yet or doesn't RP



XWF FanBase:
Traditionalists

(has an old school wrestling mentality; no nonsense; less appealing to some younger fans)


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07-17-2020, 03:43 PM

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~The camera comes up on a man sitting quietly in a chair surrounded by darkness. There is only a spotlight above him, the only light in the room. Andrew Logan straightens up, looking towards the camera. He takes a deep breath before beginning.~

Andrew Logan - I suppose I should tell you people here at the XWF a little about myself. I can't expect you guys to have studied your history. That's not the way of the world nowadays.

~Logan sits forward in the chair, considering what he should say.~

Andrew Logan - I started out in the wrestling business at a pretty young age, along with my brother... Anthony Logan. We were following the family business, and we were fairly successful at it. We formed a tag-team, all based around Electricity. Anthony got to be "Lightning". I was, well, let's just forget about what I was, because it sucked. We won a few tag-team titles here and there, with me normally getting the victories.

~Despite himself, a small grin tugs at Andrew's face as he remembers those days long past.~

Andrew Logan - But we both ended up wanting singles careers, and I had a good run at one point. I even won myself a World Title. I suppose I got a little cocky. That's when things began to fall apart. I took my losses. Spent some time in purgatory. Literally. But I got out, and I made the decision that I'd had enough. It was time to raise a family.

~The grin quickly fades away as Andrew remembers what comes next.~

Andrew Logan - And then my brother turned on me. He betrayed me in the worst way possible. My wife... I lost her that day. My happiness was destroyed. No wife. No children. No happy endings. Nothing but despair for a time.

~It almost feels like the light dims slightly as Andrew contemplates something in the distance that none of us can see.~

Andrew Logan - But that time has passed. I pulled myself together, making some deals that were necessary for my own survival. I started working for my Uncle Arthur, a man who has ruled Detroit for years now. I've done some things that I probably never would have thought of doing when I was young. And I've returned to the ring that was supposed to be my destiny. I proved that I've still got it, winning the OCW Manifest Destiny tournament. But that hasn't been enough. I need to prove to myself that it wasn't just a fluke. I need to show the world that Andrew Logan is back and better than ever.

~Andrew leans forward, looking directly at the camera.~

Andrew Logan - And to do that? I'm coming to the XWF, and I'm planning to go through every single person there to make my point. If that means that I have to break a few legs and crack a few skulls, so be it. But by the time I leave the XWF, everyone will know that Andrew Logan is the real deal.

~The intensity in Andrew's voice is matched by his gaze towards the camera as the image slowly blacks out.~



~The next shot that comes up shows Andrew and Anthony Logan. It's clearly the past, as both are in their teenage years. Anthony has already exited the black Ford Boss 302 Mustang, as Andrew slowly gets out from the driver's seat. The car is still in mid-restore, with a door replaced but not painted. Anthony, not at all concerned with a classic, slams the door shut.~

Andrew Logan - Hey, Anthony! Watch it! I just replaced that!

Anthony Logan - And if it falls off from me just closing it, you did a sloppy job, bro!

~Andrew can't help but laugh. His brother is the one with a sense of humor, but this is also a much happier Andrew. The weight of the world hasn't shifted onto his shoulders yet.~

Anthony Logan - So you ready to train? I hear Dad's working to get us our first match in a couple of months. Personally, I think we're ready now!

Andrew Logan - Time will tell, Anthony. So... you really want to be a professional wrestler like Dad and Mom, huh?

Anthony Logan - Of course! It's all we've ever talked about! Getting to the big time, taking down some fat ass tag-team wearing masks, becoming champions. That's the dream? Isn't it?

~Andrew doesn't answer right away, apparently focusing on a ding in the Mustang. Anthony lowers the bag from his shoulder, letting it fall to the floor.~

Anthony Logan - Okay, what's going on, Andy? You can talk to me.

~In answer, Andrew slowly pulls an envelope out of his back pocket. He hands it over to Anthony, who opens it up and begins to read. He lets out a slow whistle.~/color]

[color=#b601c5]Anthony Logan - Really? A recruiter from Nebraska? I didn't realize you had turned that many heads on the football field.


Andrew Logan - I guess a guy my size is bound to get noticed. They want to meet with me. Apparently they think I'd make a good fit .

Anthony Logan - And they'd be right, but c'mon, football? I mean, if you went for a few years, maybe, before coming back to wrestling...

Andrew Logan - And what if I ended up loving it, Anthony? What if I ended up getting to the NFL? Wrestling can be fun, but pro football, that pays a lot better.

~Anthony moves in to get a closer look at Andrew, seeing the firmness in his expression.~

Anthony Logan - You're really serious about this.

Andrew Logan - I think... I think I might be.

~Both brothers stand quietly in front of the vehicle, listening to it tick as it slowly cools off. The wind blows through, adding to the silence.~

Andrew Logan - It's not something we need to worry about now, is it? We've got training, right?

Anthony Logan - ... Sure, bro. Sure.

~Anthony picks up his bag, immediately turning and heading for the building. Andrew takes a moment to check the car, making sure it's locked, before following.~



~The door to the building swings open, and Andrew Logan walks through, looking a little tired. Seeing him younger, it's clear that he's put some mileage onto his own personal odometer. He doesn't look happy as he heads down the hall, going in a door without knocking. His uncle looks up, not surprised by this behavior.~[

Arthur Logan - Someday I'm going to teach you some common courtesies, nephew. I don't know how, but I'll find a way.

Andrew Logan - Aren't you tired of trying to change me, Uncle Arthur? It's been years.

Arthur Logan - Too true. The boy has become a man, and you're built the way you're built. So what can I do for you, kid?

Andrew Logan - It's more about what can I do for you? You normally have an odd job or two lying around that you want taken care of. That's what I feel like doing at the moment.

~Arthur smiles and stands up from his desk. He's put on a few pounds since his younger days, but still considers himself tough. He does a quick stretch before focusing again on his nephew.~

Arthur Logan - To be honest, Andrew, it's pretty slow at the moment. We've got your 'guest' in comfortable seclusion right now. I can't say your particular skills are required anywhere at the moment. Don't you have a match to start preparing for, anyway?

Andrew Logan - I do have the Battle Royal at Leap of Faith in a few weeks. My first match for the XWF. But I'm in great shape. I'm ready. The waiting is killing me.

Arthur Logan - Well, I don't know what to tell you, nephew. Maybe you can go and pick a fight at a club or two. That'd be a different sort of training, prepare you for getting jumped from any direction. Or go and watch video. Whatever you need to do, just find something to keep you busy.

~The second part of Arthur's comment, "and out of my hair", goes unsaid, but not unnoticed. Andrew shakes his head and leaves the room, heading out of the building. On the way, though, Andrew runs into one of his only friends at the moment, Malcolm, who's leaning over his cubicle wall.~

Malcolm - Andrew! Hey! I feel like a smoke break. You need a smoke? I just feel like I need a smoke.

~Malcolm waves at Andrew to follow him, heading for the side exit. Andrew's curiosity is piqued. Malcolm doesn't smoke. Intrigued, Andrew heads after him, pushing the door open.~



I'm usually proud of my preparation for a big match. I will say, though, getting put into a Battle Royal my first contest for a company did feel a little daunting at first. So I started researching my opponents.

There's this Docktor Trust. He can't even spell his own name correctly. Or maybe that's supposed to be a twist on him working as a foreman on a dock somewhere. Or maybe he loved Hickory Dickory Dock as a kid. Who knows? All I was able to find on him is a video of him frantically tapping out to Donovan Blackwater at March Madness. I don't think he's anything to worry about.

Another one is Captain Acab. I immediately rechecked the list, wondering if I'm being punked. But no, he's a wrestling pirate. Looks like a big fucker, but so am I, and I have no worries that I'll be able to pick him up and toss his Chips Ahoy ass out.

There is this guy Dick Powers. ~rechecks list again~ I'm starting to wonder about my life choices. So from what I've seen, this guy hits people with blow-up dolls? I could see using mannequins, maybe, but blow-up dolls? It's bad of me to ignore a opponent based on one fact, but that's a hard one to take seriously.

Please let me know there's something better in this match, that I'm not wasting my time.

Broken Oswald. Let's see. Okay, he's actually won matches... by having his opponent abducted? Hmmm. And throwing his opponent off a trash barge? Well... I suppose that's training for a battle royal. I'll mark him a maybe.

Robbie Bourbon, okay, that's a more normal sounding... nope, masked fatso. I will admit his chubby ass will make it more difficult to get him over the top rope. But I thrive on the challenge of lifting someone that normally would not be lifted. It's one of my passions in life.

Another weird name, Azrael Erebus. I remember Azrael when I was growing up. He was the cat that worked with Gargamel to catch smurfs. Hope he was named for a different reason. Hmmm, a small fry. That usually doesn't end well in a battle royal. He may actually be competition, but there's no way he gets someone like me out.

Hey, Scott Charlotte, finally, I'm excited to see what this guy... looks... like... ~sigh~ I don't know that I've ever been in a battle royal where I was considered the most normal competitor, but it's possible here. A guy who's seen too many Batmen movies and wants to be the Scarecrow, apparently. And, sadly, he's apparently pretty respected as a wrestler. So I suppose I have to take that mask seriously. Well, then, we'll find out if he can see me coming.

Looks like they added some jobber-looking guys to this contest. That's a big gut on Brian Storm. I don't see any reason to fear that man, depending on what other research shows up. Michael McBride? Sounds like an actor's name, but after the rest of this bunch, I'm actually glad to see him. He actually looks like a fighter. Liam Roberts looks a little bit insane, but I have no problems with that. I've been called a lunatic in my time. He needs to work on his emotions, though, as he shouldn't be sitting there crying after a match. Sad.

Finally, there's Mackenzie Wright. I have a mixed history with fighting females. I took down Chelsea LeClair to win the Manifest Destiny tournament. I had a few more problems with Adelaide Ainsworth, although I blame the ref for that one. Will Mackenzie be in that same class? I guess we'll see, as I know practically nothing about her other than she looks like a fighter. Looks can be deceiving.

So that's the list. Quite frankly, I was hoping for more. But being the new guy, I shouldn't count my chickens. Maybe these fighters are actually better than they look on paper. Maybe I'm in for the fight of my life.

Or maybe I'm going to mow through them easily. I'm built perfectly for a battle royal. I won't say I have a perfect record, but I've thrown more than my share of fools out of rings and off of buildings. At least they won't have to fall too far.




~Andrew steps out into the sunlight, blinking for a few seconds. He heads over to where Malcolm's standing, still wondering what this computer genius has up his sleeve this time. Sometimes it can be very interesting, like the time he discovered a bank vault with $500,000 in it, unknown to the world. Other times it can be, well, something video game or porn-related. You never know.~

Andrew Logan - So spill it, Malcolm. Or have you really taken up your favorite cancer coils? Because you swore to me you hated those things...

~Malcolm takes a moment to look to the left in the alley, then over to the right. He looks left again, because he was raised that way. Andrew watches him, a little concerned now, as this is even stranger behavior than usual. Malcolm then reaches into his shirt pocket, getting out his phone. He presses a couple of buttons, finding what he wants, before showing it to Andrew. Reluctantly, worried about what he's going to find, Andrew takes a look... and freezes in place. He takes the phone from Malcolm, looking down at the picture shown to him.~

Andrew Logan - You found him.

Malcolm - It wasn't easy. An an ex-wrestler, he's gone through more than a few name changes. But I finally found a lead and tracked it down, on my own time, of course. Your uncle, well, he probably wouldn't want you to see this. I know he thinks the whole thing with your brother is a distraction to what you could be doing, both for the family business and in the ring.

Andrew Logan - He can think whatever he want. Nothing's going to stop me from dominating the XWF Battle Royal, and nothing's going to stop me from getting my revenge. This address is current?

Malcolm - As far as I know. Just don't let your uncle know you got it from me, okay? I don't need another 'lesson' being taught.

Andrew Logan - No problem, Malcolm. Thank you. I won't forget this. I've got to go.

Malcolm - Be safe.

~Andrew hurries off, heading for his car. Malcolm starts to head back inside, and then realizes...~

Malcolm - Hey, Andrew! My phone!

~Malcolm turns and runs after Andrew, not wanting to let his technology get away from him.~



~The camera swings into a old-fashioned gym, coming through the doorway. In the distance, we see Andrew Logan bench-pressing about 300 lbs off his chest. He keeps it going, as his trainer stands over, him looking down. The man is known in wrestling circles as Crusher Clarkson, a multi-time champion in the world of professional wrestling. Andrew knows him as his father's old friend, Miles. The set finishes, with the weights going back into place..~

Miles Clarkson - Good job, Andrew! Take five!

~Andrew nods, walking over to get a drink of water. Anthony has just finished his own set, looking annoyed as he towels down.~

Anthony Logan - All pumped up, huh? Ready to crash that line?

Andrew Logan - Calm down, Anthony. I said we'll talk about it later.

Miles Clarkson - Talk about what later?

~Andrew turns, seeing his trainer so close by. He shakes his head, but Anthony is already standing up.~

Anthony Logan - He's planning on leaving wresting to be a football player, Crusher.

Andrew Logan - Anthony! I told you that in confidence!

Miles Clarkson - You're kidding. Football? Football's no place for you, son! You belong in the squared circle, like your old man, like me! What's your brother going to do without you there?

Andrew Logan - He'd survive.

~Without another word, Anthony throws down his towel and storms away. Andrew watches him go, shaking his head.~

Miles Clarkson - Don't worry about him, Andrew. If you do decide to go this route, it's your call. But I still think it would be a mistake.

~Clarkson turns and goes after Anthony, as Andrew takes a seat against the wall, sighing.~



~We see another wall in front of us, as the camera shifts to the side, showing an older man making his way slowly down the driveway with a bag of trash. He leaves it at the curb for pick-up in the morning, before turning around and starting back. He then comes to a dead stop, his eyes wide, as he sees the large athlete standing in front of him.~

Andrew Logan - Hello, Crusher. Long time no see.

Miles Clarkson - Andrew? What... what are you doing...

~Andrew steps forward, grabbing the aging wrestler by the front of his shirt and pulling him close.~

Andrew Logan - You know where he is. Anthony. And you're going to tell me how to find him.

~Andrew starts dragging Clarkson back towards the man's house, getting him away from public eyes, as the picture slowly fades out.~

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