Logan V

The Half Boy · 12-13-2008, 08:24 PM

Name: Logan V (read as roman numerals for 5...)
Nickname:
Age: 25
Hometown: York, England
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 225 lb
Gimmick: Masked Wrestler
Disposition: Face

Wrestling Style: Technical/Airborne
Wrestling Abilities: Speed: 2, Technical: 1, Power: 4, Brawling: 5, Charisma: 3.

Signature Moves: Bret Hart's Middle Rope Elbow Drop, TKO, Sharpshooter, BME, Shining Wizard
Finishing Moves: The End of the Line (Celtic Cross), Million Dollar Dream

Previous Expierance: KYN/JVN World Champion, KYN/JVN North American Champion, KYN/JVN Tag Team Champion

Introduction Video:

Fade from black on a masked man sat on the top turnbuckle of an empty ring, in what appears to be a silent gym hall. His mask has a Mexican Calavera skull, and the upper half of his torso is covered in a top, the design of which is the ribs and arms of a skeleton. His head is odwn, looking at his hands in front of him. Slowly, he lifts his head, looks into the camera, and speaks.

Logan V: You know, it's been a long time since I stepped between the ropes. Back in the day, I suppose you could say I had a lot of clout. I had gold around my waist, but I grew complacent, and it all went to waste. I main evented some of the biggest Pay Per Views in the independants, and I suppose if I hadn't made a few mistakes, I could have been a player in the big leagues.

LV: It's been three or four years since I laced up my boots. And as you can see, I'm not the man I was. When the KYN circuit collapsed, I had the big gold round my waist. I had chances knocking at my door, and I walked away. I've had a lot of time to think. A lot of time to consider just what I want in life. And soon... You'll all know. Because just when you think you've got te answers... I change the questions.

The lights in the gym hall snap out, and the skeleton of Logan V's costume glows from the dark. It suddenly rushes towards the camera, there's a mute scream, suddenly silence, and static fills the screen...

The Half Boy · 12-17-2008, 09:21 PM

Added a sketch of the costume, and introduction video.

God · 02-26-2009, 03:34 PM

December 31st 2008

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The shot opens to show Logan V, sat on the bonnet of his car. He's dressed in his full wrestling gear, and the car is parked on the street. In the background, we can see an Arena, the marquee of which reads "Tonight! Adrenaline Rush! SOLD OUT!" Logan V looks into the camera, and begins to speak.

Logan V: You know, it's been a long time. I've not stepped through the doors of a wrestling arena in a long time. This is a big step for me. But do you know? I'm ready.

I've not met a single one of these jackasses I'm wrestling tonight, I've not bumped into any of them backstage, but I know them. I know all their moves, all their tricks. And I've heard their boasts.

I've heard the stories. The freaks and geeks walking into the offices demanding title shots. Delusional fools, the lot of them. I've held gold before. I've tasted the champagne. I've flown in the lear jets, and I've eaten the caviar. I was young, and I threw it all away. This time? This time will be different.

I know who I am now. I'm a man with a destiny. That destiny isn't gold. If that's what I find on the path, I'll gratefully accept it. My destiny is to leave a pile of broken bodies in my wake, to shatter the dreams of those who stand before me.

Just when they think they know the answers, I'll change the questions. My name is Logan V. And I will be your destruction.

Logan V jumps from the bonnet of the car, and walks towards the arena. As he reaches the door, he puts a hand on the handle, takes a deep breath, opens the door, and steps through.

God · 02-26-2009, 03:35 PM

January 14th 2009

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The camera's cut to the back, to show Orlando Maxwell walking down the hallway, microphone in hand. He walks past a stack of crates, and we see Logan V perched on top, his head in his hands. Maxwell notices him out of the corner of his eye, and half jumps out of his skin.

Orlando Maxwell: "Holy Crap! It's a skeleton!"

Maxwell screams, and runs away, dropping his microphone. Michelle Kelly happens along, looks at the forlorn former champion, picks up the microphone, and turns to address him.

Michelle Kelly: "Logan, you look a little crestfallen. Can I get your thoughts on your match up tonight?"

Logan V slowly lifts his head from his hand, and fixes Michelle with what we assume is a hard stare, although the mask makes it hard to tell. His whole demeanour looks as if he'd rather be anywhere else in the World than sat in a hallway, answering questions, but he's resigned to his fate. He sighs, and answers.

Logan V: "You wanna know what I think of my opponent? I'll tell you what I think. I think he's quite possible better than me. He'll probably even win. I came to this federation thinking I had a point to prove. Thinking that enough time had passed that shaking off the ring rust and lacing up my boots was an excellent decision. Now I'm not so sure. I put my body on the line, night after night, for years. It became too much, and I threw it all away. Now look at me. I'm a broken shell of the man I once was. Older, but no wiser."

MK: "In my opinion, you're being a little hard on yourself. You had a good showing in New York, and if that was your fist match after a three year hiatus, I think you can be excused for a few miscues."

LV: "A few miscues? I completely blew it. I might not have even been in that match, for all the impact I made. I mean come on, I'm a former World Champion, and I was the Goddamn curtain jerker!"

Logan V starts slamming his hands down on the crate top as he talks, and Michelle Kelly flinches somewhat, but quickly regains her composure.

MK: "Are you crazy? Putting you out first was a master stroke! The powers that be knew people would judge this show based on it's first few minutes! They needed to make a good first impression on these people, and that impression was you!"

LV: "Really? That's why I went out first?"

MK: "Damn right! And I don't think you could ever say you blew that! You got the very first pinfall in CWA History!"

LV: "You're right! I'm history in the making! Rich Stone didn't know what hit him! And I'd have put away Devon Jones too, but that machivellian swine Ultimate Pain blindsided me out of nowhere! That match was mine to win, and he stole it from me!"

Logan jumps down from the crates, and from his posture alone, back straight, hands on hips, you can tell he's a far more confidant man.

MK: "I'm glad to see you're feeling a bit better. So why don't we start again? Logan, what are your thoughts on your match tonight?"

LV: "My match tonight is nothing but a waste of my time. Frankie Enzo is a worm who hasn't even earnt the rights to touch the hem of my garment. I'll destroy him without even breaking a sweat. And anybody else this sorry excuse for a promotion wants to put in my way, until they give me Ultimate Pain. I promise you, he'll pay for his treachery, and pay it in blood. Because just when every single person in this place thinks they've found an answer... I'll go and change the questions."

Logan V moves off down the corridor, stretching and flexing his muscles, clearly a pumped up individual. The camera pans back to Michelle, who's watching him walk down the corridor. Eventually, she mutters to herself:

MK: "Why do I suddenly feel like I've turned into a cheerleader?"

She shakes her head, as the scene fades to black.

God · 02-26-2009, 03:36 PM

January 28th 2009

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The camera's cut away from the ringside action, to the roof of the arena. Logan V is standing on the edge of the roof, the wind ripping around his body. Without bothering to turn round and address the camera directly, he starts to speak.

Logan V: Tonight's my lucky night. I might have had a bit of a rusty start here in the CWA, but I'm making amends for that now. Right now, as I look down on all the little insignificant ants on the ground, things sure seem a whole lot different. I've struggled. I'm happy to admit that I suffered a crisis of faith. I didn't believe in myself. I still don't to some extent. But tonight, I'm going to prove to myself, and to the whole world, that I belong here. I'm strong, I'm talented, and when I prove that I can beat not just one, but two of these God forsaken miscreants, that I will be the man for all of you to beat.

My name is Logan V. And when you think you've found the answers... I'll change the questions...

Logan V finally turns his masked face to the camera, stares into the lens, and we fade to black...

God · 02-26-2009, 03:37 PM

February 11th 2009

Quote:

The camera's cut away from the ringside action, to the roof of the arena. Logan V is standing on the edge of the roof, the wind ripping around his body. Without bothering to turn round and address the camera directly, he starts to speak.

Logan V: Tonight's my lucky night. I might have had a bit of a rusty start here in the CWA, but I'm making amends for that now. Right now, as I look down on all the little insignificant ants on the ground, things sure seem a whole lot different. I've struggled. I'm happy to admit that I suffered a crisis of faith. I didn't believe in myself. I still don't to some extent. But tonight, I'm going to prove to myself, and to the whole world, that I belong here. I'm strong, I'm talented, and when I prove that I can beat not just one, but two of these God forsaken miscreants, that I will be the man for all of you to beat.

My name is Logan V. And when you think you've found the answers... I'll change the questions...

Logan V finally turns his masked face to the camera, stares into the lens, and we fade to black...

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The cameras cut away to show Logan V, watching Guardian Devil's interview on a backstage monitor. He nods, and starts walking through the corridor, when he spots Michelle Kelly coming towards him. She smiles at seeing him, and shuffles up to him.

Michelle Kelly: Logan V, I've just been tal...

Logan V: *Interupts* Yeah, I saw.

MK: Do you have any response to his statements?

LV: Not so much a response, it's more of an observation. Because I saw something on that monitor that I've been longing to see for quite a while. I saw a member of the Brotherhood scared. Scared because he's suddenly the only little deer left in the woods. And he's scared because he realises that without the rest of the herd to look after him, and carry him along that he is very, very vunerable.

MK: So are you feeling confident going into the big match?

LV: I feel more than confident. I feel exuberant. For too long the Brotherhood thought they were a wolf pack, but now it's time to show them just how wrong they were, and just how big a threat I can be.

MK: So you won't be needing me to give you a little pep talk this time, huh?

LV: Yeah, I think it's fair to say that Logan V is back, and that I'm well in control. Because after all, just when they think they've got an answer...

Logan V points at Michelle Kelly, who half smiles, and replies:

MK: You'll change the question?

LV: You're damn right.

With that, Logan V walks away, rubbing his gloved hands together.

God · 09-24-2009, 03:40 PM

September 23rd 2009
Meltdown

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With all the scheduled competitors in the ring, referee Tony Stevens is keen to get the action underway, but is interrupted by the entrance music of Charles W. Anderson filling the arena. The CWA owner makes his way to the stage, microphone in hand, and addresses the waiting combatants.

Charles Anderson: First of all, let me apologise for interrupting. I can see you're all keen to get the action underway, but you seem to have forgotten one thing. I promised you a surprise entrant in this match up, and I always give what I promise. So with no further ado, let me introduce to you the final participant in this match up. Making his return to the Clique Wrestling Alliance, England's very own LOOOOOGGGAAANNNNNN FFFIIIIIVVVVVEEEEEE!

The sound of Rough Landing's, Holly fills the arena, as the returning CWA star bounds onto the stage. Today his usual skeletal costume has been altered, incorporating the George Cross into the whites of the design. He stands in the entryway, listening to the patriotic crowd exploding at his arrival, and walks towards Anderson. They shake hands, Logan V takes the microphone, and Anderson heads to the back. Logan waits around a little longer, waiting for the roar of the crowd to die down, and when it fails to do so, he begins anyway.

Logan V: Well look what the cat dragged in! I know everybody in this arena is dying to get this match underway, so I won't take up too much of your time. I just have three very important things I have to say. Firstly, I'd like to thank Charles Anderson for giving me this opportunity. Eight months ago I left that man in the lurch, something he didn't really deserve. I know he wasn't happy about the way I left, but when I came back to him, cap in hand, he was either a big enough man, or a good enough business man, to realise that I'd learnt from my mistakes, and that it'd be in the best interests of everybody in this company to have me back on the roster. And we both agreed that the best place for that to happen would be at Meltdown, right here, in London, England.

Logan pauses while the crowd responds to the mention of the city.

LV: After all, it seemed especially apt, given that I too am from right here, in glorious England!

The crowd pop even louder for this, to which Logan V brings a gloved hand to his masked forehead, in a salute to the crowd. When they quieten down, he begins again.

LV: My second announcement is to you, the fans. All you sitting at ringside, and all the ones at home who've forked out cash to watch us in their living rooms. To you people, I'd like to apologise. I'm not big headed enough to imagine I was the favourite superstar of many of you people, but I'd like to think there were at least a few people watching who were disappointed by my absence, and missed me while I was away. To those people, I am truly sorry. I went through a bad patch in my life. I guess you could say I lost my smile, and I tried to find it again in the bottom of a bottle. One day I woke up, and realised I needed a change. I came home to my family. I had some long awaited surgery on my knees. I got myself clean, and now I'm back, healthier than ever, and ready for anything the CWA can throw at me.

Finally, Logan V turns his attention to the impatient wrestlers waiting in the ring.

LV: Now, as for you guys, my final announcement is aimed at you. I know what you're all thinking. You think I'm a has been and a never was. Well I'll tell you something. I've got myself two new bionic knees, and I think everybody knows that nothing new is rusty.

He slowly starts to make his way down the aisle, talking as he goes.

LV: But let's face it, I think it's clear that not everything about me is brand new. Take these here gloves, for instance. I've worn these gloves in every match I've wrestled. And they've been just dying to slap the taste out of some people's mouths. And my boots? It's been a long time since I laced these bad boys up. And there's nothing they like more than kicking some serious ass. And boys? Tonight I intend to catch up on every... Lost... Second...

Logan drops the microphone, slides into the ring, and finally, Stevens rings the bell, and gets the match underway.

The Half Boy · 10-03-2009, 09:01 AM

Disposition changed to face

Kimura · 10-06-2009, 08:21 PM

lol awesome signature bro...

Kimura · 10-09-2009, 05:54 PM

Promo from Adrenaline Rush (Oct.07/09)

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The camera fades from black to show an attractive redhead, her hair pulled back in a tight bun, rim-less glasses perched on her face. She is stood in an oak panneled room, behind a podium with a Presidential seal on the front. This one, however, shows a skull, as oppose to the usual eagle, and around the outisde it reads "Office of the President of the Lost Soul's Alliance." The redhead shuffles the pages in front of her, composes herself, and addresses the camera.

Redhead: Ladies & Gentleman, tonight it is my pleasure to read to you a prepared statement from the President of the Lost Soul's Alliance, and the number one contender to the X-Fly Championship, Logan V.

She begins to read, in a flat, boring monotone.

Redhead: "At Meltdown, in my glorious home nation, I was fortunate enough to return to the Clique Wrestling Alli..."

From off camera, somebody begins to shout:

Voice: NOOOOO! NO NO NO!

The owner of the voice steps into shot, revealing himself to be none other than Logan V himself, dressed in a sharp suit, which contrasts greatly with the skull-laden mask upon his face.

Logan V: No! How many times have we been over this? You're reading that thing like it's a damn death certificate. And I promise you, it ain't that. Where's the passion? Where's the excitement? Look, you go get yourself a coffee or something, and I'll just do it myself, OK?

The redhead sidles off screen, self-conciously, and Logan takes up the position behind the lecturn. As he speaks, he glances at the pages of prepared statement ahead of him.

LV: You'll have to excuse Miss Tyler. She's just taken on the job of my secretary and she's a bit green about the... What the hell is this crap she was reading? This is terrible... OK, maybe it wasn't her fault after all. Show's what you get when let speech writers do the work for you, and don't just speak from the heart.

Logan screws the sheets of paper up, and throws them over his shoulder.

LV: Well, I guess having myself a cabinet isn't really all it's cracked up to be. All I really need is Los Calavera, and myself. The Lost Soul's Alliance. And maybe Miss Tyler. She's got a really cute smile. But I digress. It was a big decision, stepping back into the ring at Meltdown, but I think I proved it was the right step. And though my return might have been slightly overshadowed by the arrival of Kenneth leBlanc, I'm not bitter. You see Kenneth is a great wrestler, and that can only mean good things for the company as a whole.

LV: It was a real honour to make my return in England, of all places, and it's got to be one of the highlights of my career to win such a prestigious match in front of my hometown fans. But that was last week. And tonight I'm leaving the offices I've had set up for the LSA to operate from, and I'm hoping on a plane to Phoenix. I can't say I'm much of a fan of the desert heat, I'm more used to rainy, overcast days, but I'll do my best. And I'm teaming up with three of the best this company has to offer. Or so I'm told. I don't know, I've not really scouted them very well. I hired a couple of guys to do that for me, but like everybody else in this cabinet, they seem to have let me down. But I'm adaptable, and I promise I'll have their backs. Just like I'm sure they'll have mine.

LV: So folks, I hope you get a terrific match from my apparently fantastic team. I'll try to put on one hell of a show for you... Now then, where did Miss Tyler go? Let's see if we can't work on her excitement levels, shall we?

Logan looks left and right, and moves off camera. He reappears, shrugs, and leaves camera again, on the opposite side, this time...

Logan V

This is a discussion on Logan V within the The Talent forums, part of the CWA E-Fed category; Name: Logan V (read as roman numerals for 5...) Nickname: Age: 25 Hometown: York, England Height: 6' 2" Weight: 225 ...