Organized Murder and Nothing Else
Sept 27, 2014 20:36:26 GMT -5
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Post by Torture on Sept 27, 2014 20:36:26 GMT -5
- Scene fades in.
Torture: No Jimmy, not real war. WCF's WAR. The Pay per view? You remember! You were in it once! What? NO. Stop it. I'm not in an actual war, no.
- Torture is standing at a telephone base sitting on his kitchen counter. He's buttoning up a striped shirt and tucking it into his jeans as Tank Reaper walks in the room. The seven foot giant high-fives Torture's son who is sitting at the kitchen table eating cereal. Tank walks over hearing Torture's discussion with the phone.
Tank Reaper: Who is that brah?
Torture: It's Prince Jimmy Dean. And yeah, Jimmy, you were in WCF and your entire goal was to destroy me and take the World Heavyweight Championship!
Tank Reaper: He doesn't remember being in WCF? Ha-ha! I love that guy.
- Torture stares annoyingly at Tank.
Torture: Anyways, Jimmy, I have some stuff I need to take care of so thanks for calling again this week. Yeah, okay, yeah, sure, okay, yeah call some other time buddy. okay..
- Torture just rolls his eyes and hit's the hang up button. Torture finishes buttoning up and opens the fridge.
Torture: Tank! My man, did you get the stuff?
Tank Reaper: Right here brutha. Got the camera and the tripod.
- Tank sets the tripod on to the counter but reaches into the bag and pulls out a disposible camera. Torture looks at the camera and then at Tank. Back to the camera, then back at Tank. Torture continues pouring his bowl of bran flakes.
Torture: At any moment during your trip to..
Tank Reaper: Ahh, Wal Greens bro!
Torture: At any moment during your trip to Wal Greens did you stop and think if Torture needed to video TAPE.. as in video RECORD.. as in MOVING PICTURES not STILLS... you ever say to yourself "My god, he doesn't need a point and click camera, he needs a VIDEO camera?"
- Tort pours milk into the bowl and looks at Tank. Tank licks his lips and thinks about it for a second before he figures it out. He looks back at Torture who takes his first bite of his cereal.
Tank Reaper: I was thinking maybe a photo shoot, I guess?
Torture: A photo shoot? I said to you "Hey Tank want to buy a camera and take pictures of me? Because I look pretty and oh my god let's go buy dresses and hang out at the mall?"
Tank Reaper: Okay, well when you put it that way that does sound kind of homosexual.
Torture: Yeah, and watch your mouth in front of my son.
Tank Reaper: Kidding me? You can say whatever you want in front of him, I've been training him NOT to say the bad words, right little buddy?
- Torture's son quickly turns around and all five years of him smiles and yells out..
Son: dats right my nigga!
- Torture drops the bowl of bran flakes all over the counter.
Torture: What the hell Tank?!
- Tank just laughs it off as Chris Avery comes in through the side door of the Los Angeles home that Torture is residing in. Avery walks in to notice Tank laughing, Torture picking up his bowl and cleaning up his milk and his son laughing. Avery walks over by Tort's son and they do some small secret hand shake. Tort's son repeats "Wasup my nigga". Avery smiles and says "Dats right lil homie." Torture drops the bowl into the sink.
Torture: You taught him that?!
Chris Avery: What? I thought it would be socially responsible to tell him how it is out there, let him know what kind of gangsta he really is.
Torture: My son is not a gangsta, nor does he need to be getting life lessons from you and giant sex freak over here.
Chris Avery: Hey, all I'm saying is I don't want his childhood to be like ours, you know what I'm saying?
Torture: I understand, just stop with all the life lessons. and Son, go up stairs. Mom is taking you to daycare in a minute anyway.
- Torture's son runs over to his father and hands off the bowl of cereal and runs out of the kitchen screaming "DIRTY SLUTS GOT BIG BUTTS"
- Torture's shocked face slowly turns towards Tank.
Tank Reaper: What? Oh come on.. it could have been the radio?? FINE, okay, I'll stop listening to mixtapes I get off the street when I pick him up.
Torture: Stop picking him up from school! WE PAY A NANNY TO PICK HIM UP!
Tank Reaper: Okay okay.
Torture: I'm going to have a stroke, I swear to god..
Chris Avery: Anyways..
- Avery puts his backpack up on the counter.
Chris Avery: I figured big guy here was going to mess up the store run so I bought a few things.
Torture: Yeah, he bought a nine dollar camera.
Tank Reaper: Seven dollars.. I had a coupon.
- Torture blinks slowly and then turns his attention back to Avery.
Chris Avery: I bought the new HD Video Camera that Best Buy sells, I also got some recording equipment and a new laptop. I figured if we're going to make a great promotional video for WCF then we should do it right.
Torture: Finally, someone who is helping me here. Also, you guys see the videos that have been posted? Oh man, Gravedigger has a crazy cool one.. and Johnny Fly? Shit bro, don't tell anyone I said this but holy crap that guy knows how to do promos. He was saying all kinds of wild stuff and to think it was SUPER long and I was still entertained by it. I mean, I watched the whole thing and you guys know me with movies? If it's over ten minutes long I'm asleep.
Chris Avery: Good! So you're getting better with the WCF page and it's videos?
Torture: I'd say so. A lot better this time around. I can actually hear and see my opponents talking shit to me. It's fantastic.. although, kind of hurts your feelings too.
Chris Avery: That's odd. You never had hurt feelings before.. and all of us in this room at one point or another we're trying to kill each other.
Torture: Different times, I guess.
Tank Reaper: That, and I honestly don't have any friends so ..
Torture: And let me guess, that's still not the saddest thing you've said today?
Tank Reaper: [Tank thinks for a second].. No.. In Wal Greens this morning an old lady wanted to bang me and I had to say no. I felt bad.. and sad.
Torture: You disgust me. You.. disgust me.
Chris Avery: Annyywaayss it shouldn't take too long to set up, so I want you to study this list of most if not all the entries in WAR this Sunday.
Tank Reaper: Ahh man I can't wait! I'm always excited for WAR! It's like one huge orgy but there's a winner so it's kind of like me in an orgy and then I win by bust-
Torture: Nope. Don't need to finish that.
Tank Reaper: Sorry, got excited.
- Torture takes the paper from Avery's backpack and looks at the names.
Torture: Who are these people? What the hell are some of these names.
- Tort is now laughing. Tank is trying to peak so he walks over behind Torture's back and reads the names too.
Torture: Brent Alpine?
Tank Reaper: More like Get Bent Alpine amirite?
Torture: Yeah! Ha-ha! Kazy Mazy?
Tank Reaper: Who?
Torture: I dunno? Is it Ka-ze Mah-zee?
Tank Reaper: What?!
Torture: I don't know! I think it's Kasey Masey but they messed up the spelling.
Chris Avery: That's a report downloaded from Wrestling Championship Federation guys. Those names are indeed the legit names of the entries.
Torture: Wait? Someone is named Kazy Mazy? HA-HA-HA
Tank Reaper: Oh my god it reminds me of Anybody Killa! Remember him?
Torture: Yeah, heh*, wait, why does it remind you of him?
Tank Reaper: One day he came to visit one of the shows and backstage we met up with this chick but she was ugly, actually bros, she was really ugly, but she invited us to this after-party from some underground rock concert so we couldn't say no, and yes before you ask there was cocaine, and so we partied hard if you know what I mean but I'm like seven feet tall and over three hundred pounds of all muscle so it takes a lot more than some small piece of shit bag of coke to get me going so I was still sober.. well kind of sober, I was sober as can be, but anyways the party moved to this other chicks house named Rachel and we got kind of drunk there too and then ABK passed out.
Torture: Tank! The story, what's the point?
Tank Reaper: Oh yeah, I fucked this chick named Macy and I think she was crazy. So it reminds me of her?
Torture: All of my whys right now.
Tank Reaper: Huh?
Torture: Why do you talk? Anyways, moving on.. Daniel Booker? More like you're booked to be pinned by me! BLADOW!
- Torture laughs then realizes no one else is laughing and continues reading the list..
Torture: Jahani Uh Rebi? What the hell? I thought this PPV was WAR not Explosion! HA! TERRORISM JOKE! Man, I'm killin and you guys are literally not laughing.
Chris Avery: I don't find post-9/11 jokes all that funny, you know this.
Torture: Sigh, anyways, Shawn Sholes? I hope he wears shoes, Justin Cash? This Just In.. your name is boring and unoriginal, Tobias Barnz? Okay, for real, who is making up these names? Is there someone with a hotline and you call them and they just tell you whatever name that comes to mind and that's your wrestling name? My god, people actually want careers with these names? Isaac Salinger? What the hell is that? An author? Is he going to come down to the ring and write books? Is he going to read me novels so I can sleep and then pin me? If he comes out to the ring with an old school lookin' pipe and a sweater vest guys, I'm going to go crazy, I won't be able to NOT laugh.
Chris Avery: Torture, you should be a little bit more serious, I mean, your name is Torture for crying out loud.
Torture: Yeah, I was a tortured soul.. I tortured my opponents.. and then started a clothing line, became a billionaire, and built a professional football stadium with Slickie T, but that's beside the point.
Chris Avery: What is your point?
Torture: That these names suck! I mean come on bro, I'm not going to say this in my actual promo, but I mean read some of these names and tell me they're not funny!
- Torture reads some more names off the list as Avery listens in.
Torture: Deuce Murdock? Come on. Let me say it again. Deuce. Murdock. Murdock. Murdock. Ha. More like taking deuces in the .. I don't have anything funny to say to that, oh heres another one, Bryan Worthy! Come on. That's kind of funny? What is he.. worthy of money?
Chris Avery: Actually he was a co-host on WCF for a while before returning back to full time action. He's really cool, and he loves WCF.
Torture: Shut up. You just made that up.
Chris Avery: [Fiddling with his cell-phone] No! He's known as Buzz, I'm not kidding, here look, here's a photo.
Torture: My god he's handsome.
Chris Avery: I know..
Torture: Okay well, that's whatever, that's like one out of a hundred, here's another name; Hyena. Who in the flying hell names their career in professional wrestling Hyena.
- Tank is laughing so hard against the counter. Avery though? Straight laced.
Torture: Why aren't these names funny to you? Livewire, or limewire, or yeah, Livewire? Jay Omega? You know, Jay Omega of the Omega Delta Chi clan? Damn it Chris WHY must you ruin all the fun?
Chris Avery: I don't think it's that funny. I mean, look who is laughing.. Tank.. that's your market audience now?
Torture: You do have a point.. but like I said, I'm not going to say this on camera, I'm just having a laugh? I'm sure they're good and all, but I mean come on, with names like these how can they be anything more than jobbers? And damn it Tank, get up and wipe your tears, fun time is over.
Chris Avery: Thank you. I need you to take this seriously.
- Torture looks at the list as Tank looks at the list.. they both start smiling.. and then holding in a laugh.. then trying really hard to hold in a laugh. Avery notices.
Chris Avery: What?
- Tank and Torture lose their shit and laugh hysterically.
Chris Avery: What is so funny now? What? What's the name?
Torture: Cor...... Cor...... Corm...... Cor.... Corm........... Cormack MacNeill
- Tank and Torture laugh again.
Chris Avery: Okay, okay... that's enough..
Torture: Alright.. you're right..
Chris Avery: I know I am. For all things considered.. we shouldn't laugh at a guy for being named after some sort of shitty microwave dinner like what the hell kind of name is that?
- Now the three of them start laughing hysterically.
Tank Reaper: Cormack? Is that two god damn names put together for a first name?
Torture: He can't even spell McNiell, it's MAC Neill..
Chris Avery: I can't wait for him to enter WAR.. in his own Nascar..
- The three of them keep laughing. After minutes and minutes of this they finally decide to settle down.
Torture: Okay, okay, so how are we going to do this video?
Chris Avery: Well, lately you've been beating the hell out of everyone, so I don't know man, I think you're a bad guy.
Torture: I feel like one. It feels like the old days. I'm just kicking some ass, getting challenged, the good old days.
Chris Avery: Shit, that sounds great, but I forgot my laptop charger. I need it, it's at home. Tank, take me to my apartment real quick and we'll get that and maybe think of some ideas for Tort's promo.
- Tank nods in approval as he smashes a poptart into his mouth. Just as they grab keys and get ready to jam out the door, Torture's wife comes down with their two kids. She kisses him on the lips and tells him she's taking off for the day. Torture smiles as they head out the front door and Tank and Avery head out the back door. Torture picks up his phone which is ringing on the counter.
Torture: Jimmy, you call me five times a d- Oh, hey.. HEY.. how's it going?
- Torture's shocked at the person who just called him. The two of them trade basic small talk for a minute as Tort wanders down the hallway and into his home office. He sets the phone down on the desk and switches it to speaker. Torture opens his closet and pulls out a nice tall bottle of whiskey. He pours it into a small glass as he continues his conversatin with the man on the phone.
Torture: So tell me.. what's an ex-pro WCF Wrestler like yourself calling me days before WAR?
Voice: Oh, just call it coincedence, Tort. Perhaps just a randomly placed call?
Torture: I don't buy it.
- Tort takes a swig of his whiskey and circles his desk taking a seat in his chair.
Torture: I don't buy it for one second, Defman, not at all. So what's up?
Defman: I just wanted to call and see how your feeling before this huge pay per view. This is big for you, yeah?
Torture: Yeah, it is. I've never really been a part of it.
Defman: I remember those days, you always wormed your way out of WAR.
- Torture smiles and chuckles to himself before responding.
Torture: I had to keep people on their toes, you know that. I think the one year I was really going to be in it I got Seth to switch it to a #1 contenders battle royal and I had my entire team enter into it so I didn't have to defend my World Heavyweight title.
Defman: You we're an asshole back then.
- Tort holds in his liquor as he covers his mouth to stop from laughing. He swallows and responds.
Torture: Yeah, still am if you ask the right people. You going to be there, bud?
Defman: No, no, the wife says I should sit my ass right here and just watch it on the TV. My body isn't like it was back then, so I gotta be careful now.
Torture: Yeah, I hear ya, I hear ya. Where ya living now?
Defman: Florida. Orlando area. You should come out one day..
Torture: Yeah! Sounds good. I would like that Def.
Defman: So is this another run of Torture that we should forget or are you trying this time?
Torture: Oh come on now. No, I'm trying. I've wanted to be in this match for a year now man. I'm going to get in there and win this thing.
Defman: Yeah?
Torture: Yeah. Some of these new cats have something that I don't. A win in WAR. I want to win it, I want to show that I'm still the top guy in this company. I still have what it takes. I don't know for how long, but I do know I have what it takes to beat some of these guys right now. I've been through some crazy shit Def, you know that, I've seen some of these guys but in different eras. Johnny Fly? Roy Speede? Jeff Purse? I remember fighting you, and Hellz, and PC Cradle. If I can go thirty minutes with Madd Dogg or three straight main events with Brad Kane, I can certainly go with Speede and Fly.
Defman: Not to mention you've done the impossible a few times.
Torture: Exactly, bro. Everyone thought there was no way Logan could be defeated.. and even when the deck was stacked against me, he was defending the Championship which is something he rarely lost, and even at the biggest stage of them all I pinned him on his over-hyped back.
Defman: Hey now.
Torture: Oh don't give me that bro, look, I know you and Logan were friends and what not but that dude did nothing but bitch and complain and treat people like shit. Even when I extended an olive branch to make things better he still messaged you and talked shit to me. And to think, theres people to this day that would be shocked to find out we were friends for all these years.
Defman: Some things back then we're just better private.
Torture: True that.
Defman: How's the stadium build with Slickie T?
Torture: It's going great. Speaking of another impossible match up, but this time I was the other guy and he had the impossible dream of beating me. I had to crush dreams. First time in a long time I felt bad for what happened.. first time I felt like I did something wrong even though I didn't.
Defman: Didn't help that half the boys in the back thought you did something wrong and would voice their opinion over it.
Torture: Yeah, that made things worse but I just kept moving forward. I realized I didn't have much friends until I was done wrestling. That something everyone goes through?
Defman: Sometimes.
Torture: Guys like Oblivion and Cairo never really talked to me until I was done wrestling. Crazy how shit pans out, yeah? One week these guys are your enemies, then you're done with WCF and moving on with your life and they got nothing but good things to say about you. I guess I'm still not used to it.
Defman: It's hard to get a grip on it. But tell me more about the stadium.
Torture: Of course, it's coming a long great, we're waiting for the NFL to work some things out on their end and then we'll be ready to bring a professional football team to Las Vegas. It's fantastic. I don't have anything to do with the team really, just the stadium build and sponsorship to get it up and running for the next few years. Slickie is doing huge things, that dude knows business in and out.
Defman: Yes he does, hey though, you catch Gravedigger's interview with Hank?
Torture: No? Why?
Defman: Man, it was good.
Torture: What did he say?!
Defman: Said Johnny Fly is good and that everyone in WAR is his enemy basically because it can be over in a flash, said he's going to pin you, is still upset about some shit in 2009 where you beat him when he was the owner, and
Torture: What else?!
Defman: Said something like Johnny Fly was the modern day Torture, and that Fly has done it all and is surprised you haven't ever won WAR, you know the usual shit!
Torture: Modern.. day.. ah-ha.... WHAT? MODERN DAY TORTURE?!
- Torture stands up and just throws everything off his desk. Documents, important shit, whatever, it's on the floor now. He takes his glass of whiskey, downs it, and throws the empty glass against the door. Torture mumbles something in yelling jibberish of glory and gets to the door when he shoves through Tank and Avery who just happened to get back.
Chris Avery: What the hell is going on!?
- Tank goes into the office to notice a huge mess. Avery chases down Torture who is now pacing in the middle of his kitchen. Avery is trying to get him to relax and continues to ask what the hell is going on. Tank comes back into the kitchen and grabs the camera to record.
Torture: A MODERN DAY TORTURE?! WHO THE HELL DOES GRAVEDIGGER THINK HE IS?!
- Tort stops to stare out the window before slowly turning around with the meanest looking face we've ever seen. He looks directly at Tank who is holding the camera as if to somehow know Tank would record this thinking it's some sort of joke. Torture looks dead into the camera and begins to speak.
Torture: Four thousand three hundred and eighty three days. For four thousand three hundred and eighty three days I was a part of Wrestling Championship Federation and carried it into new territory. I took it to new levels not with the help of Corey, or Trent, or that overhyped piece of shit Logan, no, myself. The Man Made God. The god damn KING of all Wrestlers, me. MYSELF. FOR FOUR THOUSAND THREE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY THREE DAYS I MADE WCF WHAT IT IS TODAY.
You think anyone says thanks Torture? You think anyone even has a god damn clue that I was building this companys future while destroying every god damn challenger in the ring? You think Seth did this himself? You think guys like Jay Price even had a chance if I didn't push him forward? You think Gravedigger would have had even the slightest chance to OWN Wrestling Championship Federation if I didn't single handedly ressurect it by myself. Lifted it from the pile of wasted ashes that Seth left it in so he can go play boyfriend to some other chick, pushed Chad Evans on the roster and continued to dominate Corey Black week and week just so Gravedigger can own it on a technicallity? You think that would happen without me?! You think JJ Biggs would be anybody in the history books if it wasn't for me giving him chances and opportunities? When booking asked for me to step up to main event the next PPV I kindly declined, said I had other shit to deal with but you should give JJ Biggs the chance and what happened? He was World Heavyweight Champion in three weeks time.
Then the entire era of where I had to put up with the actual bullshit and babysit all of these jobbers one by one every day because Price was off in complain-like-a-bitch land, and Corey was dropping termination letters on everyones desk, and who played damage control? Did you ever stop to think that WCF was seconds from closing it's doors unless someone made the sacrifice to end the bullshit and make you realize how stupid all of you were? Did anyone notice that? Wrestling Championship Federation was drowning, almost out of business until I made the splash, got screwed out of a Tag Team Championship title match and the rest was history. I shredded the dead weight, not shed, SHREDED my tag team partner, I made a name for myself and never looked back, but how many times have I been thanked? How many times have I had praise? It took me almost two god damn years to get into the Hall of Fame, a destination that was built for me, a guy whose done it all, THE GUY WHO PINNED ALL THE HALL OF FAMERS BEFORE ME. YOU KNOW.. THE MOTTO THAT JAY PRICE TOOK FROM ME BECAUSE HE THINKS HES ORIGINAL!
- Torture stops to take a breath and runs his hand through his hair. He looks down gathering his thoughts and lifts his head back into the camera.
Torture: A Modern Day Torture, huh, Gravedigger? That's what you're going to say. I find it odd that you say this about Fly, especially considering this morning the betting odds are pretty high in favor of mister Johnny Fly. Think he's the Big Match winner. If there's someone whose "clutch" in Wrestling Championship Federation it's Johnny Fly. Well let me tell you who even brought Clutch into this god damn company. A guy who tore through a Championship tournament and put solidified main eventers on their backs. Not these pansy main eventers you have now, REAL ones, on their backs for the 3 count. Not just once, but he did it again and again. Held that Championship the longest anyone ever held it for. Faces of eras we're pinned. Legends became legends. Championships were gained and hearts were crushed. Dreams stripped down and thrown into the gutter. The guy who did all that was me.
Ask Doc how bad he wants to get in the god damn ring with me? I bet that guy has tried reaching out to me for years. It's because his precious little friend Johnny Reb was given a dose of reality when Reb stepped through the front door of Wrestling Championship Federation and was pinned almost immediately. Oh, your Global Wrestling Championship, the prestigious lineage of that wonderful World Title ended with Torture as the last wrestler to ever hold that title. Federation wars, my friend, I fought in them, and defeated every one of them. Ask Logan how pissed off he was when he realized he was so protected and overhyped that he literally had to fall from grace, end up face down in a pile of his own urine and shit in some gutter, and wake up to the alarming thoughts of "Oh shit, I'm not that good." Yeah. That was me. Slickie T is an incredible person, so don't get me wrong when I say his dream was to the biggest and best wrestler this company has ever seen. Sadly for him he was born in the wrong generation. For two whole years Slickie T dominated and destroyed everyone in WCF until he got to me. Then I had to put him down like a sick dog in front of everyone at One. That moment was heart breaking for me personally, I've never told anyone this, but I didn't like doing it. Slickie T left WCF. He's not a quitter, he didn't take his ball and went home, he just realized in that heart breaking moment what it was like to be second best. For most of you, you already feel that way and mask it with fun little gimmicks, or catchphrases, or your Tank Reaper and you screw hookers brains out, but for some of you this harsh, VERY harsh reality, is going to kick your square in the face and at about two hundred miles an hour.
Now before this goes on so long that even I get tired of talking about myself, and now as I begin to calm down, I want to add this; On Sunday at WAR you're not getting the Torture you all joke about. You're not getting the Torture from last year, you're not getting the fun loving Torture whose here to put over Purse and give out compliments, no. You're getting the real Torture. The one you know you've feared for a long time now, the one who built this god damn place, the one who ran this god damn place, and the one cried, sweat, and bled for four thousand three hundred and eighty three days the colors of Wrestling Championship Federation. You may see greens, and reds, and some blacks, but you only look at the surface of WCF. While you think about the stage and lights and what winning WAR would mean to you, I see the real, true color and definition of WCF. It's gold. It's always been gold. It will always be gold.
There is one thing for me to do in WCF and that is win WAR on Sunday. I'm not here to accept Johnny Fly's challenge. If you think I ever was and you're waiting on it, well, your flat out stupid. Like I told everyone that night, you getting a Tortures Device is on Corey's hands. King of all Wrestlers, Corey? You're lying. Gravedigger wants to pin me? Bring it. Your best days were thousands of years behind you, and you know it. Speede, Twilight, Cairo, Orbit, Reb, Price, Henry, the list can go on and on but if you didn't realize it before, then I'm sorry to give you the reality check on Sunday. You're second best. You guys want to have full length discussions of blurred lines in this company? Want to keep your private lives private yet continue to work in the spotlight? You can debate, you can bitch, you can argue, and you can stand on hypocrite lane all you want, but when you play this game with me, there's only one way for it to end for you. It's you on your back after a vicious Torture's Device waking up to me doing what I have always done. Win.
- The camera zooms in slowly on Torture who is now staring into your soul deep into your eyes.
Torture: At War. I win. I'm not looking passed you. I'm looking through you. This is War. Let me show you how this game is played. Four thousand three hundred and eighty three days. 12 years. No one is and will ever be like me. You'll see on Sunday.
- Torture stands in place for what seems to be an eternity. Avery and Tank don't know what to say or do. Speechless. Torture takes in some air and walks back through the two of them standing there and walks upstairs. Tank and Avery watch Torture go up the stairs then turn slowly towards each other.
Tank Reaper: That... was... FUCKING AWESOME!!!!
Chris Avery: HOLY SHIT I KNOW RIGHT?!?!
Tank Reaper: You hear some of that shit?! "WCF IS GOLD!" "IM THE CRUSHER OF ALL DREAMS!" "YOU ALL CAN BITCH." "LOGAN SUCKS." I MEAN THAT SHIT WAS AWESOME!
Chris Avery: I know! Wait..
Tank Reaper: THEN HE WAS LIKE LOOKING INTO THE CAMERA LIKE "YOU ALL ARE SECOND BEST"
Chris Avery: Wait, Tank..
Tank Reaper: THEN HE WAS LIKE IM TORTURE IM THE BEST IM GONNA WIN ON SUNDAY.
Chris Avery: Tank! TANK!
Tank Reaper: WHAT?
Chris Avery: When he was doing his speech.. did you take the lense cap off?
Tank Reaper: Lense cap?
Chris Avery: Tank. Tell me. While he was talking.. did you take the lense cap off?
Tank Reaper: Oh.... fuc-
Chris Avery: GOD DAMN IT TANK WHY WHY WHY WHY ARE YOU WHY WHY GOD NO HES GOING TO BE SO PISSED!
Tank Reaper: OH shit12. Why am I so retarded?!
- Avery's head falls into his arms on the kitchen counter depressed. Tank puts the camera on the counter after realizing his mistake. The two of them just sit there.. about to cry.
Defman: God damn it Tank!
- The two of them jump in surprise. They realize Defman is still on the phone. Tank grabs the phone and hangs it up. Tank flips the bird to the phone like an immature baby.
Chris Avery: Well come on. Let's go upstairs and tell him we didn't get it on video.
Tank Reaper: He's going to kill me. It'll be like D-day in here.
Chris Avery: We don't talk about D-Day in this house, you know that!
Tank Reaper: I didn't mean THAT D-Day. Ugh. Why me.
Chris Avery: How do we explain that he isn't going to have a video response to the rest of his competitors for War? (Sigh). Come on, let's go figure it out.
- Tank slumps down and follows Avery who leaves the kitchen. They continue on up the stairs as Torture's phone vibrates. A text message just came in.
MESSAGE READS:
HAY! IM IN WAR. JUST CALLED SETH LERTCH.
HE SAID I CAN BE IN WAR. :-) LOL AWESOME RITE?
- Jimmy Dean.
- Scene fades out.
Torture: No Jimmy, not real war. WCF's WAR. The Pay per view? You remember! You were in it once! What? NO. Stop it. I'm not in an actual war, no.
- Torture is standing at a telephone base sitting on his kitchen counter. He's buttoning up a striped shirt and tucking it into his jeans as Tank Reaper walks in the room. The seven foot giant high-fives Torture's son who is sitting at the kitchen table eating cereal. Tank walks over hearing Torture's discussion with the phone.
Tank Reaper: Who is that brah?
Torture: It's Prince Jimmy Dean. And yeah, Jimmy, you were in WCF and your entire goal was to destroy me and take the World Heavyweight Championship!
Tank Reaper: He doesn't remember being in WCF? Ha-ha! I love that guy.
- Torture stares annoyingly at Tank.
Torture: Anyways, Jimmy, I have some stuff I need to take care of so thanks for calling again this week. Yeah, okay, yeah, sure, okay, yeah call some other time buddy. okay..
- Torture just rolls his eyes and hit's the hang up button. Torture finishes buttoning up and opens the fridge.
Torture: Tank! My man, did you get the stuff?
Tank Reaper: Right here brutha. Got the camera and the tripod.
- Tank sets the tripod on to the counter but reaches into the bag and pulls out a disposible camera. Torture looks at the camera and then at Tank. Back to the camera, then back at Tank. Torture continues pouring his bowl of bran flakes.
Torture: At any moment during your trip to..
Tank Reaper: Ahh, Wal Greens bro!
Torture: At any moment during your trip to Wal Greens did you stop and think if Torture needed to video TAPE.. as in video RECORD.. as in MOVING PICTURES not STILLS... you ever say to yourself "My god, he doesn't need a point and click camera, he needs a VIDEO camera?"
- Tort pours milk into the bowl and looks at Tank. Tank licks his lips and thinks about it for a second before he figures it out. He looks back at Torture who takes his first bite of his cereal.
Tank Reaper: I was thinking maybe a photo shoot, I guess?
Torture: A photo shoot? I said to you "Hey Tank want to buy a camera and take pictures of me? Because I look pretty and oh my god let's go buy dresses and hang out at the mall?"
Tank Reaper: Okay, well when you put it that way that does sound kind of homosexual.
Torture: Yeah, and watch your mouth in front of my son.
Tank Reaper: Kidding me? You can say whatever you want in front of him, I've been training him NOT to say the bad words, right little buddy?
- Torture's son quickly turns around and all five years of him smiles and yells out..
Son: dats right my nigga!
- Torture drops the bowl of bran flakes all over the counter.
Torture: What the hell Tank?!
- Tank just laughs it off as Chris Avery comes in through the side door of the Los Angeles home that Torture is residing in. Avery walks in to notice Tank laughing, Torture picking up his bowl and cleaning up his milk and his son laughing. Avery walks over by Tort's son and they do some small secret hand shake. Tort's son repeats "Wasup my nigga". Avery smiles and says "Dats right lil homie." Torture drops the bowl into the sink.
Torture: You taught him that?!
Chris Avery: What? I thought it would be socially responsible to tell him how it is out there, let him know what kind of gangsta he really is.
Torture: My son is not a gangsta, nor does he need to be getting life lessons from you and giant sex freak over here.
Chris Avery: Hey, all I'm saying is I don't want his childhood to be like ours, you know what I'm saying?
Torture: I understand, just stop with all the life lessons. and Son, go up stairs. Mom is taking you to daycare in a minute anyway.
- Torture's son runs over to his father and hands off the bowl of cereal and runs out of the kitchen screaming "DIRTY SLUTS GOT BIG BUTTS"
- Torture's shocked face slowly turns towards Tank.
Tank Reaper: What? Oh come on.. it could have been the radio?? FINE, okay, I'll stop listening to mixtapes I get off the street when I pick him up.
Torture: Stop picking him up from school! WE PAY A NANNY TO PICK HIM UP!
Tank Reaper: Okay okay.
Torture: I'm going to have a stroke, I swear to god..
Chris Avery: Anyways..
- Avery puts his backpack up on the counter.
Chris Avery: I figured big guy here was going to mess up the store run so I bought a few things.
Torture: Yeah, he bought a nine dollar camera.
Tank Reaper: Seven dollars.. I had a coupon.
- Torture blinks slowly and then turns his attention back to Avery.
Chris Avery: I bought the new HD Video Camera that Best Buy sells, I also got some recording equipment and a new laptop. I figured if we're going to make a great promotional video for WCF then we should do it right.
Torture: Finally, someone who is helping me here. Also, you guys see the videos that have been posted? Oh man, Gravedigger has a crazy cool one.. and Johnny Fly? Shit bro, don't tell anyone I said this but holy crap that guy knows how to do promos. He was saying all kinds of wild stuff and to think it was SUPER long and I was still entertained by it. I mean, I watched the whole thing and you guys know me with movies? If it's over ten minutes long I'm asleep.
Chris Avery: Good! So you're getting better with the WCF page and it's videos?
Torture: I'd say so. A lot better this time around. I can actually hear and see my opponents talking shit to me. It's fantastic.. although, kind of hurts your feelings too.
Chris Avery: That's odd. You never had hurt feelings before.. and all of us in this room at one point or another we're trying to kill each other.
Torture: Different times, I guess.
Tank Reaper: That, and I honestly don't have any friends so ..
Torture: And let me guess, that's still not the saddest thing you've said today?
Tank Reaper: [Tank thinks for a second].. No.. In Wal Greens this morning an old lady wanted to bang me and I had to say no. I felt bad.. and sad.
Torture: You disgust me. You.. disgust me.
Chris Avery: Annyywaayss it shouldn't take too long to set up, so I want you to study this list of most if not all the entries in WAR this Sunday.
Tank Reaper: Ahh man I can't wait! I'm always excited for WAR! It's like one huge orgy but there's a winner so it's kind of like me in an orgy and then I win by bust-
Torture: Nope. Don't need to finish that.
Tank Reaper: Sorry, got excited.
- Torture takes the paper from Avery's backpack and looks at the names.
Torture: Who are these people? What the hell are some of these names.
- Tort is now laughing. Tank is trying to peak so he walks over behind Torture's back and reads the names too.
Torture: Brent Alpine?
Tank Reaper: More like Get Bent Alpine amirite?
Torture: Yeah! Ha-ha! Kazy Mazy?
Tank Reaper: Who?
Torture: I dunno? Is it Ka-ze Mah-zee?
Tank Reaper: What?!
Torture: I don't know! I think it's Kasey Masey but they messed up the spelling.
Chris Avery: That's a report downloaded from Wrestling Championship Federation guys. Those names are indeed the legit names of the entries.
Torture: Wait? Someone is named Kazy Mazy? HA-HA-HA
Tank Reaper: Oh my god it reminds me of Anybody Killa! Remember him?
Torture: Yeah, heh*, wait, why does it remind you of him?
Tank Reaper: One day he came to visit one of the shows and backstage we met up with this chick but she was ugly, actually bros, she was really ugly, but she invited us to this after-party from some underground rock concert so we couldn't say no, and yes before you ask there was cocaine, and so we partied hard if you know what I mean but I'm like seven feet tall and over three hundred pounds of all muscle so it takes a lot more than some small piece of shit bag of coke to get me going so I was still sober.. well kind of sober, I was sober as can be, but anyways the party moved to this other chicks house named Rachel and we got kind of drunk there too and then ABK passed out.
Torture: Tank! The story, what's the point?
Tank Reaper: Oh yeah, I fucked this chick named Macy and I think she was crazy. So it reminds me of her?
Torture: All of my whys right now.
Tank Reaper: Huh?
Torture: Why do you talk? Anyways, moving on.. Daniel Booker? More like you're booked to be pinned by me! BLADOW!
- Torture laughs then realizes no one else is laughing and continues reading the list..
Torture: Jahani Uh Rebi? What the hell? I thought this PPV was WAR not Explosion! HA! TERRORISM JOKE! Man, I'm killin and you guys are literally not laughing.
Chris Avery: I don't find post-9/11 jokes all that funny, you know this.
Torture: Sigh, anyways, Shawn Sholes? I hope he wears shoes, Justin Cash? This Just In.. your name is boring and unoriginal, Tobias Barnz? Okay, for real, who is making up these names? Is there someone with a hotline and you call them and they just tell you whatever name that comes to mind and that's your wrestling name? My god, people actually want careers with these names? Isaac Salinger? What the hell is that? An author? Is he going to come down to the ring and write books? Is he going to read me novels so I can sleep and then pin me? If he comes out to the ring with an old school lookin' pipe and a sweater vest guys, I'm going to go crazy, I won't be able to NOT laugh.
Chris Avery: Torture, you should be a little bit more serious, I mean, your name is Torture for crying out loud.
Torture: Yeah, I was a tortured soul.. I tortured my opponents.. and then started a clothing line, became a billionaire, and built a professional football stadium with Slickie T, but that's beside the point.
Chris Avery: What is your point?
Torture: That these names suck! I mean come on bro, I'm not going to say this in my actual promo, but I mean read some of these names and tell me they're not funny!
- Torture reads some more names off the list as Avery listens in.
Torture: Deuce Murdock? Come on. Let me say it again. Deuce. Murdock. Murdock. Murdock. Ha. More like taking deuces in the .. I don't have anything funny to say to that, oh heres another one, Bryan Worthy! Come on. That's kind of funny? What is he.. worthy of money?
Chris Avery: Actually he was a co-host on WCF for a while before returning back to full time action. He's really cool, and he loves WCF.
Torture: Shut up. You just made that up.
Chris Avery: [Fiddling with his cell-phone] No! He's known as Buzz, I'm not kidding, here look, here's a photo.
Torture: My god he's handsome.
Chris Avery: I know..
Torture: Okay well, that's whatever, that's like one out of a hundred, here's another name; Hyena. Who in the flying hell names their career in professional wrestling Hyena.
- Tank is laughing so hard against the counter. Avery though? Straight laced.
Torture: Why aren't these names funny to you? Livewire, or limewire, or yeah, Livewire? Jay Omega? You know, Jay Omega of the Omega Delta Chi clan? Damn it Chris WHY must you ruin all the fun?
Chris Avery: I don't think it's that funny. I mean, look who is laughing.. Tank.. that's your market audience now?
Torture: You do have a point.. but like I said, I'm not going to say this on camera, I'm just having a laugh? I'm sure they're good and all, but I mean come on, with names like these how can they be anything more than jobbers? And damn it Tank, get up and wipe your tears, fun time is over.
Chris Avery: Thank you. I need you to take this seriously.
- Torture looks at the list as Tank looks at the list.. they both start smiling.. and then holding in a laugh.. then trying really hard to hold in a laugh. Avery notices.
Chris Avery: What?
- Tank and Torture lose their shit and laugh hysterically.
Chris Avery: What is so funny now? What? What's the name?
Torture: Cor...... Cor...... Corm...... Cor.... Corm........... Cormack MacNeill
- Tank and Torture laugh again.
Chris Avery: Okay, okay... that's enough..
Torture: Alright.. you're right..
Chris Avery: I know I am. For all things considered.. we shouldn't laugh at a guy for being named after some sort of shitty microwave dinner like what the hell kind of name is that?
- Now the three of them start laughing hysterically.
Tank Reaper: Cormack? Is that two god damn names put together for a first name?
Torture: He can't even spell McNiell, it's MAC Neill..
Chris Avery: I can't wait for him to enter WAR.. in his own Nascar..
- The three of them keep laughing. After minutes and minutes of this they finally decide to settle down.
Torture: Okay, okay, so how are we going to do this video?
Chris Avery: Well, lately you've been beating the hell out of everyone, so I don't know man, I think you're a bad guy.
Torture: I feel like one. It feels like the old days. I'm just kicking some ass, getting challenged, the good old days.
Chris Avery: Shit, that sounds great, but I forgot my laptop charger. I need it, it's at home. Tank, take me to my apartment real quick and we'll get that and maybe think of some ideas for Tort's promo.
- Tank nods in approval as he smashes a poptart into his mouth. Just as they grab keys and get ready to jam out the door, Torture's wife comes down with their two kids. She kisses him on the lips and tells him she's taking off for the day. Torture smiles as they head out the front door and Tank and Avery head out the back door. Torture picks up his phone which is ringing on the counter.
Torture: Jimmy, you call me five times a d- Oh, hey.. HEY.. how's it going?
- Torture's shocked at the person who just called him. The two of them trade basic small talk for a minute as Tort wanders down the hallway and into his home office. He sets the phone down on the desk and switches it to speaker. Torture opens his closet and pulls out a nice tall bottle of whiskey. He pours it into a small glass as he continues his conversatin with the man on the phone.
Torture: So tell me.. what's an ex-pro WCF Wrestler like yourself calling me days before WAR?
Voice: Oh, just call it coincedence, Tort. Perhaps just a randomly placed call?
Torture: I don't buy it.
- Tort takes a swig of his whiskey and circles his desk taking a seat in his chair.
Torture: I don't buy it for one second, Defman, not at all. So what's up?
Defman: I just wanted to call and see how your feeling before this huge pay per view. This is big for you, yeah?
Torture: Yeah, it is. I've never really been a part of it.
Defman: I remember those days, you always wormed your way out of WAR.
- Torture smiles and chuckles to himself before responding.
Torture: I had to keep people on their toes, you know that. I think the one year I was really going to be in it I got Seth to switch it to a #1 contenders battle royal and I had my entire team enter into it so I didn't have to defend my World Heavyweight title.
Defman: You we're an asshole back then.
- Tort holds in his liquor as he covers his mouth to stop from laughing. He swallows and responds.
Torture: Yeah, still am if you ask the right people. You going to be there, bud?
Defman: No, no, the wife says I should sit my ass right here and just watch it on the TV. My body isn't like it was back then, so I gotta be careful now.
Torture: Yeah, I hear ya, I hear ya. Where ya living now?
Defman: Florida. Orlando area. You should come out one day..
Torture: Yeah! Sounds good. I would like that Def.
Defman: So is this another run of Torture that we should forget or are you trying this time?
Torture: Oh come on now. No, I'm trying. I've wanted to be in this match for a year now man. I'm going to get in there and win this thing.
Defman: Yeah?
Torture: Yeah. Some of these new cats have something that I don't. A win in WAR. I want to win it, I want to show that I'm still the top guy in this company. I still have what it takes. I don't know for how long, but I do know I have what it takes to beat some of these guys right now. I've been through some crazy shit Def, you know that, I've seen some of these guys but in different eras. Johnny Fly? Roy Speede? Jeff Purse? I remember fighting you, and Hellz, and PC Cradle. If I can go thirty minutes with Madd Dogg or three straight main events with Brad Kane, I can certainly go with Speede and Fly.
Defman: Not to mention you've done the impossible a few times.
Torture: Exactly, bro. Everyone thought there was no way Logan could be defeated.. and even when the deck was stacked against me, he was defending the Championship which is something he rarely lost, and even at the biggest stage of them all I pinned him on his over-hyped back.
Defman: Hey now.
Torture: Oh don't give me that bro, look, I know you and Logan were friends and what not but that dude did nothing but bitch and complain and treat people like shit. Even when I extended an olive branch to make things better he still messaged you and talked shit to me. And to think, theres people to this day that would be shocked to find out we were friends for all these years.
Defman: Some things back then we're just better private.
Torture: True that.
Defman: How's the stadium build with Slickie T?
Torture: It's going great. Speaking of another impossible match up, but this time I was the other guy and he had the impossible dream of beating me. I had to crush dreams. First time in a long time I felt bad for what happened.. first time I felt like I did something wrong even though I didn't.
Defman: Didn't help that half the boys in the back thought you did something wrong and would voice their opinion over it.
Torture: Yeah, that made things worse but I just kept moving forward. I realized I didn't have much friends until I was done wrestling. That something everyone goes through?
Defman: Sometimes.
Torture: Guys like Oblivion and Cairo never really talked to me until I was done wrestling. Crazy how shit pans out, yeah? One week these guys are your enemies, then you're done with WCF and moving on with your life and they got nothing but good things to say about you. I guess I'm still not used to it.
Defman: It's hard to get a grip on it. But tell me more about the stadium.
Torture: Of course, it's coming a long great, we're waiting for the NFL to work some things out on their end and then we'll be ready to bring a professional football team to Las Vegas. It's fantastic. I don't have anything to do with the team really, just the stadium build and sponsorship to get it up and running for the next few years. Slickie is doing huge things, that dude knows business in and out.
Defman: Yes he does, hey though, you catch Gravedigger's interview with Hank?
Torture: No? Why?
Defman: Man, it was good.
Torture: What did he say?!
Defman: Said Johnny Fly is good and that everyone in WAR is his enemy basically because it can be over in a flash, said he's going to pin you, is still upset about some shit in 2009 where you beat him when he was the owner, and
Torture: What else?!
Defman: Said something like Johnny Fly was the modern day Torture, and that Fly has done it all and is surprised you haven't ever won WAR, you know the usual shit!
Torture: Modern.. day.. ah-ha.... WHAT? MODERN DAY TORTURE?!
- Torture stands up and just throws everything off his desk. Documents, important shit, whatever, it's on the floor now. He takes his glass of whiskey, downs it, and throws the empty glass against the door. Torture mumbles something in yelling jibberish of glory and gets to the door when he shoves through Tank and Avery who just happened to get back.
Chris Avery: What the hell is going on!?
- Tank goes into the office to notice a huge mess. Avery chases down Torture who is now pacing in the middle of his kitchen. Avery is trying to get him to relax and continues to ask what the hell is going on. Tank comes back into the kitchen and grabs the camera to record.
Torture: A MODERN DAY TORTURE?! WHO THE HELL DOES GRAVEDIGGER THINK HE IS?!
- Tort stops to stare out the window before slowly turning around with the meanest looking face we've ever seen. He looks directly at Tank who is holding the camera as if to somehow know Tank would record this thinking it's some sort of joke. Torture looks dead into the camera and begins to speak.
Torture: Four thousand three hundred and eighty three days. For four thousand three hundred and eighty three days I was a part of Wrestling Championship Federation and carried it into new territory. I took it to new levels not with the help of Corey, or Trent, or that overhyped piece of shit Logan, no, myself. The Man Made God. The god damn KING of all Wrestlers, me. MYSELF. FOR FOUR THOUSAND THREE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY THREE DAYS I MADE WCF WHAT IT IS TODAY.
You think anyone says thanks Torture? You think anyone even has a god damn clue that I was building this companys future while destroying every god damn challenger in the ring? You think Seth did this himself? You think guys like Jay Price even had a chance if I didn't push him forward? You think Gravedigger would have had even the slightest chance to OWN Wrestling Championship Federation if I didn't single handedly ressurect it by myself. Lifted it from the pile of wasted ashes that Seth left it in so he can go play boyfriend to some other chick, pushed Chad Evans on the roster and continued to dominate Corey Black week and week just so Gravedigger can own it on a technicallity? You think that would happen without me?! You think JJ Biggs would be anybody in the history books if it wasn't for me giving him chances and opportunities? When booking asked for me to step up to main event the next PPV I kindly declined, said I had other shit to deal with but you should give JJ Biggs the chance and what happened? He was World Heavyweight Champion in three weeks time.
Then the entire era of where I had to put up with the actual bullshit and babysit all of these jobbers one by one every day because Price was off in complain-like-a-bitch land, and Corey was dropping termination letters on everyones desk, and who played damage control? Did you ever stop to think that WCF was seconds from closing it's doors unless someone made the sacrifice to end the bullshit and make you realize how stupid all of you were? Did anyone notice that? Wrestling Championship Federation was drowning, almost out of business until I made the splash, got screwed out of a Tag Team Championship title match and the rest was history. I shredded the dead weight, not shed, SHREDED my tag team partner, I made a name for myself and never looked back, but how many times have I been thanked? How many times have I had praise? It took me almost two god damn years to get into the Hall of Fame, a destination that was built for me, a guy whose done it all, THE GUY WHO PINNED ALL THE HALL OF FAMERS BEFORE ME. YOU KNOW.. THE MOTTO THAT JAY PRICE TOOK FROM ME BECAUSE HE THINKS HES ORIGINAL!
- Torture stops to take a breath and runs his hand through his hair. He looks down gathering his thoughts and lifts his head back into the camera.
Torture: A Modern Day Torture, huh, Gravedigger? That's what you're going to say. I find it odd that you say this about Fly, especially considering this morning the betting odds are pretty high in favor of mister Johnny Fly. Think he's the Big Match winner. If there's someone whose "clutch" in Wrestling Championship Federation it's Johnny Fly. Well let me tell you who even brought Clutch into this god damn company. A guy who tore through a Championship tournament and put solidified main eventers on their backs. Not these pansy main eventers you have now, REAL ones, on their backs for the 3 count. Not just once, but he did it again and again. Held that Championship the longest anyone ever held it for. Faces of eras we're pinned. Legends became legends. Championships were gained and hearts were crushed. Dreams stripped down and thrown into the gutter. The guy who did all that was me.
Ask Doc how bad he wants to get in the god damn ring with me? I bet that guy has tried reaching out to me for years. It's because his precious little friend Johnny Reb was given a dose of reality when Reb stepped through the front door of Wrestling Championship Federation and was pinned almost immediately. Oh, your Global Wrestling Championship, the prestigious lineage of that wonderful World Title ended with Torture as the last wrestler to ever hold that title. Federation wars, my friend, I fought in them, and defeated every one of them. Ask Logan how pissed off he was when he realized he was so protected and overhyped that he literally had to fall from grace, end up face down in a pile of his own urine and shit in some gutter, and wake up to the alarming thoughts of "Oh shit, I'm not that good." Yeah. That was me. Slickie T is an incredible person, so don't get me wrong when I say his dream was to the biggest and best wrestler this company has ever seen. Sadly for him he was born in the wrong generation. For two whole years Slickie T dominated and destroyed everyone in WCF until he got to me. Then I had to put him down like a sick dog in front of everyone at One. That moment was heart breaking for me personally, I've never told anyone this, but I didn't like doing it. Slickie T left WCF. He's not a quitter, he didn't take his ball and went home, he just realized in that heart breaking moment what it was like to be second best. For most of you, you already feel that way and mask it with fun little gimmicks, or catchphrases, or your Tank Reaper and you screw hookers brains out, but for some of you this harsh, VERY harsh reality, is going to kick your square in the face and at about two hundred miles an hour.
Now before this goes on so long that even I get tired of talking about myself, and now as I begin to calm down, I want to add this; On Sunday at WAR you're not getting the Torture you all joke about. You're not getting the Torture from last year, you're not getting the fun loving Torture whose here to put over Purse and give out compliments, no. You're getting the real Torture. The one you know you've feared for a long time now, the one who built this god damn place, the one who ran this god damn place, and the one cried, sweat, and bled for four thousand three hundred and eighty three days the colors of Wrestling Championship Federation. You may see greens, and reds, and some blacks, but you only look at the surface of WCF. While you think about the stage and lights and what winning WAR would mean to you, I see the real, true color and definition of WCF. It's gold. It's always been gold. It will always be gold.
There is one thing for me to do in WCF and that is win WAR on Sunday. I'm not here to accept Johnny Fly's challenge. If you think I ever was and you're waiting on it, well, your flat out stupid. Like I told everyone that night, you getting a Tortures Device is on Corey's hands. King of all Wrestlers, Corey? You're lying. Gravedigger wants to pin me? Bring it. Your best days were thousands of years behind you, and you know it. Speede, Twilight, Cairo, Orbit, Reb, Price, Henry, the list can go on and on but if you didn't realize it before, then I'm sorry to give you the reality check on Sunday. You're second best. You guys want to have full length discussions of blurred lines in this company? Want to keep your private lives private yet continue to work in the spotlight? You can debate, you can bitch, you can argue, and you can stand on hypocrite lane all you want, but when you play this game with me, there's only one way for it to end for you. It's you on your back after a vicious Torture's Device waking up to me doing what I have always done. Win.
- The camera zooms in slowly on Torture who is now staring into your soul deep into your eyes.
Torture: At War. I win. I'm not looking passed you. I'm looking through you. This is War. Let me show you how this game is played. Four thousand three hundred and eighty three days. 12 years. No one is and will ever be like me. You'll see on Sunday.
- Torture stands in place for what seems to be an eternity. Avery and Tank don't know what to say or do. Speechless. Torture takes in some air and walks back through the two of them standing there and walks upstairs. Tank and Avery watch Torture go up the stairs then turn slowly towards each other.
Tank Reaper: That... was... FUCKING AWESOME!!!!
Chris Avery: HOLY SHIT I KNOW RIGHT?!?!
Tank Reaper: You hear some of that shit?! "WCF IS GOLD!" "IM THE CRUSHER OF ALL DREAMS!" "YOU ALL CAN BITCH." "LOGAN SUCKS." I MEAN THAT SHIT WAS AWESOME!
Chris Avery: I know! Wait..
Tank Reaper: THEN HE WAS LIKE LOOKING INTO THE CAMERA LIKE "YOU ALL ARE SECOND BEST"
Chris Avery: Wait, Tank..
Tank Reaper: THEN HE WAS LIKE IM TORTURE IM THE BEST IM GONNA WIN ON SUNDAY.
Chris Avery: Tank! TANK!
Tank Reaper: WHAT?
Chris Avery: When he was doing his speech.. did you take the lense cap off?
Tank Reaper: Lense cap?
Chris Avery: Tank. Tell me. While he was talking.. did you take the lense cap off?
Tank Reaper: Oh.... fuc-
Chris Avery: GOD DAMN IT TANK WHY WHY WHY WHY ARE YOU WHY WHY GOD NO HES GOING TO BE SO PISSED!
Tank Reaper: OH shit12. Why am I so retarded?!
- Avery's head falls into his arms on the kitchen counter depressed. Tank puts the camera on the counter after realizing his mistake. The two of them just sit there.. about to cry.
Defman: God damn it Tank!
- The two of them jump in surprise. They realize Defman is still on the phone. Tank grabs the phone and hangs it up. Tank flips the bird to the phone like an immature baby.
Chris Avery: Well come on. Let's go upstairs and tell him we didn't get it on video.
Tank Reaper: He's going to kill me. It'll be like D-day in here.
Chris Avery: We don't talk about D-Day in this house, you know that!
Tank Reaper: I didn't mean THAT D-Day. Ugh. Why me.
Chris Avery: How do we explain that he isn't going to have a video response to the rest of his competitors for War? (Sigh). Come on, let's go figure it out.
- Tank slumps down and follows Avery who leaves the kitchen. They continue on up the stairs as Torture's phone vibrates. A text message just came in.
MESSAGE READS:
HAY! IM IN WAR. JUST CALLED SETH LERTCH.
HE SAID I CAN BE IN WAR. :-) LOL AWESOME RITE?
- Jimmy Dean.
- Scene fades out.