Post by Torture on Dec 15, 2009 20:05:45 GMT -5
Torture: Yeah, that's me.
- Looking off in a distance sitting on a park bench on a bright sunny day, Torture replies to a young boys question. It's bright, but it's not warm. The park is mostly empty. This young boy has to be 12 years old at the most. Torture breathes in some fresh air and blows it back out. The boy sitting on the end of the bench asks a question.
Boy: How's it going?
- Torture slowly turns and looks at the boy. Sizes him up. The boy kicking his legs has probably never got the chance to talk to someone as important as Torture. Probably never will though that's neither here nor there. Torture replies.
Torture: Really want to know?
Boy: Sure, why not.
Torture: Heh. It starts with this.
- Scene opens up to Torture walking down his stairs in his lavish mansion. He's alone. Tiffany left him one day prior, and Torture doesn't know what to do. Torture didn't know he felt the way he feels about her now when she was always around. He was busy, distracted, focused, in his own world. The word that probably best describes that is selfish. The WCF World Heavyweight Championship title was back around his waist. It was in his possession. To be perfectly honest, Torture was just days away from finding out that the World Heavyweight Championship title was going to be the only thing Torture could rely on. Even weeks away from finding out that the million dollar company that he built from scratch was going to be ripped from his hands, and that the team he brought together for a single cause was going to be mentally drained, but at this point Torture only knew Tiffany was gone. Maybe forever? Maybe for a few months? Maybe years. It was the beginning of what looked like the end for Torture. The snowball effect was now in action. Torture was completely blind to it. Never saw any of it coming. As he walked down the stairs he opened a box on the kitchen table that he set out from the night before. It was photo albums of what used to be his family before the basturds Howard Dean and Kurtis Victory took care of them. Now buried at Des Moines, Iowa. Torture always tried to make visits to them but as time passed more and more each day, Torture just remembered the thought of who they were rather than what they stood for in his life. Tiffany was related to them, Natasha's sister. He never thought he'd see her again but they picked up where they left off. Casual conversations as if they were close before that horrible day. She became his assistant in a way, a close friend, and the relationship tension was always there though Torture could never focus on it, not with how his wrestling career was moving. Tiffany couldn't take it anymore and she left. Maybe she felt she was too close him, or perhaps she was having deeper feelings for him. Which ever the case, she moved to the Mid West to be back home and will probably never come back.
Boy: So the photo albums?
Torture: Yeah.. Don't get me wrong the photo albums had Natasha and Benjamin in them, but they also had pics of when I first got started in Wrestling. Pictures of Havoc and Death were in there too. You see, I got bad news from them too, which also saddened me.
Boy: Oh yeah. Where did they go?
Torture: Well that was near the end of October..
- Scene opens up with Torture sitting at his desk and Havoc sitting in the extra chair. The personal office inside the mansion. Havoc is looking down at his feet while Torture is reading some documents at his desk. Just by looking at this image you can tell the atmosphere is dim, the moods are mellow, and it's not a pretty sight.
Torture: Lung Cancer?
- Havoc swallows his spit hard. He looks back up at Torture with a tear in his eye.
Havoc: Yeah.
Torture: Whew.. Wow. When did you find out?
Havoc: A few weeks ago. I had some pains so I got it checked out. Turns out it's Lung Cancer. Told me to lay low for a while..
Torture: Wrestling?
Havoc: Can't wrestle.
- Torture sits back in his chair as if he was just hit by a metaphorical truck.
Torture: God damn. Why is this shit landing on me.
Havoc: Doctor says I have to retire and just stay at home. I have a meeting with him on the twenty first of December.
Torture: Yeah?
Havoc: That's the meeting where they tell me how long I have to live, and how good ol' Grim Reaper is going to come get me.
Torture: Don't talk like that man.
Havoc: So sudden, bro. I just don't get it.
Torture: Everything's going to be fine. I just... I don't know.
Havoc: I can't travel very far and seeing how the next Slam is two thousand miles away, I can't even make a public appearance to say I'm retiring. Not that anyone would give two shits but man wrestling is all Ive ever known! What do I do now?
- Havoc leans forward and looks directly down at the floor. He wipes his eyes as Torture sips the rest of his Rum out of his glass.
Havoc: My family told me to come home to St. Louis in a week or two. I'm probably going to do that. Doctor said we'll know more on December twenty first, but he said it wasn't looking so good anyway.
Torture: I can't even understand.. to how you feel. I.. shit, man.
Havoc: I know. I don't know how many times we'll talk between now and then but you know where to find me. I need to go though, I'm not feeling too well and I need some medicine.
- Scene cuts back to Torture and the boy on the bench.
Torture: And that was it. I haven't talked to him at all since he left. I have a feeling I'll hear from him around Christmas time. I heard he wasn't doing too well but that he was fighting it. He's a strong dude and I'll miss him.
Boy: Wow. I never even heard that.
Torture: Well, Seth Lerch and the WCF decided to keep it under wraps as to not really draw too much attention to it. Havoc, outside of wrestling, was a bit of a loner. He didn't like all the glory as much as he did inside the ring.
Boy: And Death?
Torture: With Death it was a bit different. He was taking a toll in the ring, you see. In XCW and in Japan when he toured there for a while he was in hundreds of matches a month! That's unheard of in wrestling but he did what he could to keep food on the table, and always tried to get back into WCF. Once he came back and wanted to go full time he realized that his heart wasn't in it anymore. I don't know why, and nor do I care to know why, but when your heart isn't in it you start to slip up, start to get lazy and that's what happened. The last real fight he was in was with Corey Black and Black tore him up, and Death ended up tearing his ACL. Weird injury but it's not something you can come back on in a short amount of time. Death ended up moving to Canada and works at some wear house lifting boxes and loading trucks.
Boy: Oh?
Torture: Yeah so there I was. I lost Tiffany, Havoc, and Death all within two weeks. I was lost, I was confused, and I was devastated. I didn't know what to do.
Boy: The snowball effect.
- Tort turns and looks at the boy. Mainly for two reasons, this twelve year old kid was a lot smarter than he looked, and for some reason he knew what Torture was thinking. They continued.
Torture: Yeah. I just don't get it when people say it's just wrestling, because it's not to me. They were my friends, they were my partners, and with them we were going to slowly ride to the top in WCF. Timing is everything and it just didn't work out.
Boy: Timing got you Team of Torture though.
Torture: Well yeah. We were going into War and the original plan was to not have me defend my Championship title at One. I was going to hand pick an opponent, but the plan never really went into action, because as you know, none of my teammates and newly gained alliances through the night picked up the win. They were close but that doesn't make the plan roll into action. Slickie T ended up winning, and that's that. Seth Lerch and I have a deal and it didn't work out. Who knows what happens next to be honest.
Boy: A deal with Seth Lerch?
Torture: Ehh, that's for another time and place, all that really matters is after Slickie won War, Seth tried anything and everything he could to get him on our side. I wasn't in the caring mood to be honest, I was emotionally damaged. I was just wondering why everything around me was crashing down, and I couldn't figure out a way to stop it.
Boy: So you disappeared?
Torture: I didn't disappear! That's not it at all. Where was I to go? My company was ripped out of my hands, my teammates were paranoid we were all against each other, there was no leadership and we were just running through the motions. Except for me. I went home to an empty house and couldn't figure out how to get back on track. Disappear? No.
Boy: TMZ reported that they saw Nikki Venus, ex Wrestling Championship Federation wrestler/manager leaving your mansion a few times during the end of November.
Torture: I can't explain that. I honestly can't. That's another thing I've been thinking about a lot. So much heavy shit is going on in my life that I can't focus. Well, that was until last week.
Boy: Last week?
Torture: I recognized my situation and realized what I had to do. Realized what Slickie T has been doing, realized a lot of shit. Thanks to an old friend.
Boy: Wow. So you got back on track?
Torture: I'd say so. I mean, I miss a lot of things, miss a lot of people but it's all working for the best. I still think of a lot of things but I'm focusing on One and how to get everything back yet still push forward. What's going on with you?
Boy: I just go to school and hang out at the park.
- Torture smiles.
Torture: Well..
Boy: Yeah, I need to go home pretty soon.
Torture: Nice talking to you kid.
Boy: Yeah see ya!
- Torture turns to face the kid and he's gone...
Torture: And that's all that I get. It has happened to me three nights in a row.
Dr. Frazier: So, this dream with you and this boy on a bench. How do you feel?
Torture: I don't know. I wish I knew. I just don't know.
Dr. Frazier: Perhaps the boy is a younger you.
Torture: He looks like me!
Dr. Frazier: And somehow this 'younger you' wants you to remember your last few months because you've been suppressing these memories? Maybe you need to let them out. Accept them for whatever they are, whoever they are, and move on?
Torture: That's what I've thought I've been doing. Guess not.
Dr. Frazier: I think you just did. I think you're on the right track. You sound stronger and better. You've been dealing with a lot but I wouldn't say you're the victim. I think you're better.
Torture: I feel better.
Dr. Frazier: As you should. You have the biggest fight of your life on Sunday. It's Slickie T. Take all of this out on him. You need a win is what it seems like, so go out and do it. He's already preparing, he's taken time off and finding peace and quiet. He said it's one of your pages from your book.
Torture: Wait what?
Dr. Frazier: He said recently that he realized you were taking time off and disappearing every now and then and finding your peace of mind.
Torture: Peace? He thinks what I've been going through is peaceful?
Dr. Frazier: Well ye..
Torture: Seriously? What the hell is he talking about. Does he think it's peaceful coming home to an empty mansion with no one to talk to? No. That's not peacful, that's not even quiet. That's depressing! The thought of an empty house, and empty life, and empty soul is so loud it echoes in the highest of mountains. He has to be kidding me, if I've been CHOOSING this as a way to prepare for One, as a way to find myself. No. It's not peaceful, NOR quiet. It's depressing and it's been eating away at me for weeks. What the fuck is Slickie T talking about.
Dr. Frazier: I think-
Torture: And what does he need peace from? From basically destroying the mentality of Team of Torture? Neglecting to join the greatest faction in Wrestling Championship Federation history to accept a match with me at One? To take a billion dollar company from my god damn hands and shove it in my face? What does he need a break from? He's the one that's been pushing and pushing, and he needs a break? You kidding me? He's had a pretty easy time through all of this as he's had the advantage the last six weeks anyway. He doesn't need a break, he needs to shut his god damn mouth and just show up at One. I'll take care of the rest. Always have and always will.
Dr. Frazier: So what you're telling me.. is Torture's back?
Torture: Back and better than ever.
Dr. Frazier: So this was a good session then?
Torture: Great session. I'll call you later.
Dr. Frazier: Good luck Torture.
Torture: Thanks Creamy!
- Torture leaves the office of Dr. Frazier, the therapist that occasionally speaks to Torture, and makes his way through the hall and down the stairs. Torture reaches outside and immediately is hit by a dozen or so reporters and video cameras. Flash bulbs are going off and a thousand questions are yelled into his face.
Torture: Slickie T is going down at One. That's all I can say.
Question: What about Team of Torture?
Torture: What about them? They have enough on their plate. I said this match isn't going to have any special gimmicks, or interference. No one from my side with my prior knowledge is going to get into the ring to help me. I assume the same from him.
Question: What about Nikki Venus?
Torture: What about her? She's just a friend like I've said. Nothing is going on, believe me. You guys need to find something better to report on.
Question: Slickie T said he's going to do what no one else has done and that's defeat you in a one on one match. Straight up-
Torture: Slickie T is saying exactly what everyone else has been saying for four years now. He's the flash in the pan, and after One he won't be saying much. Except for the fact that he probably wants a rematch, and some sort of second chance to do what he'll never do. And that is defeat me for my Wrestling Championship Federation World Heavyweight Championship title.
Question: What about the speech you gave to him? You being scared, and stating he was scared?
Torture: It's the truth. I'm not scared of Slickie, and he's not scared of me. My point was is that we are both scared of the future and what it might hold, especially the day after One. We're both fighting for something we love, his is respect, and honor, and mine is to protect my investment. The World Heavyweight Championship title.
Question: Protect the investment?
Torture: Never mind that, either way, WCF is in the gutter when I'm not Champion, and I won't let that happen any longer. I'm mentally and physically prepared for this bout and I have guaranteed a victory over Slickie T. That's right, Torture has just guaranteed you a pin fall victory over Slickie at One. One is the biggest stage of them all, and there will be no way in hot ass hell that I will ever lose on the biggest stage. Especially to that thief, that coward, and that mob-boss looking piece of shit. Slickie T has done a lot in WCF, but I've done more. I've also done it three times better and after One he'll realize the mess he's gotten himself in to.
Question: What about -
Torture: That's enough questions, just tune in to One.
- Torture pushes his way through the crowd of reporters and into the back seat of a Taxi Cab. The taxi pulls off as the reporters try to get all the pictures they can. The cabbie asks for the destination as Torture's Blackberry cell phone rings.
Torture: The airport. I'm flying back home. Hello?
- Obviously answering his phone.
Torture: Yes Nikki. Yes, I'll be home tonight. He wants to do this tomorrow? You're kidding me? You positive he's really into this? Uhm. Yeah, I'm free all day tomorrow. I don't know whats going to happen but I guess it can't hurt to try. Don't screw me out of this. Alright. Thanks, bye.
- Looking out the back window as the cab merges onto the highway, Torture notices a billboard on the side of the highway. It's an advertisement for One. Slickie T versus Torture. Torture smirks and slides on his dark Sunglasses.
Torture: Put on some music please. Let's rock this shit.
- The scene fades out as the cab continues on it's destination.
- Looking off in a distance sitting on a park bench on a bright sunny day, Torture replies to a young boys question. It's bright, but it's not warm. The park is mostly empty. This young boy has to be 12 years old at the most. Torture breathes in some fresh air and blows it back out. The boy sitting on the end of the bench asks a question.
Boy: How's it going?
- Torture slowly turns and looks at the boy. Sizes him up. The boy kicking his legs has probably never got the chance to talk to someone as important as Torture. Probably never will though that's neither here nor there. Torture replies.
Torture: Really want to know?
Boy: Sure, why not.
Torture: Heh. It starts with this.
- Scene opens up to Torture walking down his stairs in his lavish mansion. He's alone. Tiffany left him one day prior, and Torture doesn't know what to do. Torture didn't know he felt the way he feels about her now when she was always around. He was busy, distracted, focused, in his own world. The word that probably best describes that is selfish. The WCF World Heavyweight Championship title was back around his waist. It was in his possession. To be perfectly honest, Torture was just days away from finding out that the World Heavyweight Championship title was going to be the only thing Torture could rely on. Even weeks away from finding out that the million dollar company that he built from scratch was going to be ripped from his hands, and that the team he brought together for a single cause was going to be mentally drained, but at this point Torture only knew Tiffany was gone. Maybe forever? Maybe for a few months? Maybe years. It was the beginning of what looked like the end for Torture. The snowball effect was now in action. Torture was completely blind to it. Never saw any of it coming. As he walked down the stairs he opened a box on the kitchen table that he set out from the night before. It was photo albums of what used to be his family before the basturds Howard Dean and Kurtis Victory took care of them. Now buried at Des Moines, Iowa. Torture always tried to make visits to them but as time passed more and more each day, Torture just remembered the thought of who they were rather than what they stood for in his life. Tiffany was related to them, Natasha's sister. He never thought he'd see her again but they picked up where they left off. Casual conversations as if they were close before that horrible day. She became his assistant in a way, a close friend, and the relationship tension was always there though Torture could never focus on it, not with how his wrestling career was moving. Tiffany couldn't take it anymore and she left. Maybe she felt she was too close him, or perhaps she was having deeper feelings for him. Which ever the case, she moved to the Mid West to be back home and will probably never come back.
Boy: So the photo albums?
Torture: Yeah.. Don't get me wrong the photo albums had Natasha and Benjamin in them, but they also had pics of when I first got started in Wrestling. Pictures of Havoc and Death were in there too. You see, I got bad news from them too, which also saddened me.
Boy: Oh yeah. Where did they go?
Torture: Well that was near the end of October..
- Scene opens up with Torture sitting at his desk and Havoc sitting in the extra chair. The personal office inside the mansion. Havoc is looking down at his feet while Torture is reading some documents at his desk. Just by looking at this image you can tell the atmosphere is dim, the moods are mellow, and it's not a pretty sight.
Torture: Lung Cancer?
- Havoc swallows his spit hard. He looks back up at Torture with a tear in his eye.
Havoc: Yeah.
Torture: Whew.. Wow. When did you find out?
Havoc: A few weeks ago. I had some pains so I got it checked out. Turns out it's Lung Cancer. Told me to lay low for a while..
Torture: Wrestling?
Havoc: Can't wrestle.
- Torture sits back in his chair as if he was just hit by a metaphorical truck.
Torture: God damn. Why is this shit landing on me.
Havoc: Doctor says I have to retire and just stay at home. I have a meeting with him on the twenty first of December.
Torture: Yeah?
Havoc: That's the meeting where they tell me how long I have to live, and how good ol' Grim Reaper is going to come get me.
Torture: Don't talk like that man.
Havoc: So sudden, bro. I just don't get it.
Torture: Everything's going to be fine. I just... I don't know.
Havoc: I can't travel very far and seeing how the next Slam is two thousand miles away, I can't even make a public appearance to say I'm retiring. Not that anyone would give two shits but man wrestling is all Ive ever known! What do I do now?
- Havoc leans forward and looks directly down at the floor. He wipes his eyes as Torture sips the rest of his Rum out of his glass.
Havoc: My family told me to come home to St. Louis in a week or two. I'm probably going to do that. Doctor said we'll know more on December twenty first, but he said it wasn't looking so good anyway.
Torture: I can't even understand.. to how you feel. I.. shit, man.
Havoc: I know. I don't know how many times we'll talk between now and then but you know where to find me. I need to go though, I'm not feeling too well and I need some medicine.
- Scene cuts back to Torture and the boy on the bench.
Torture: And that was it. I haven't talked to him at all since he left. I have a feeling I'll hear from him around Christmas time. I heard he wasn't doing too well but that he was fighting it. He's a strong dude and I'll miss him.
Boy: Wow. I never even heard that.
Torture: Well, Seth Lerch and the WCF decided to keep it under wraps as to not really draw too much attention to it. Havoc, outside of wrestling, was a bit of a loner. He didn't like all the glory as much as he did inside the ring.
Boy: And Death?
Torture: With Death it was a bit different. He was taking a toll in the ring, you see. In XCW and in Japan when he toured there for a while he was in hundreds of matches a month! That's unheard of in wrestling but he did what he could to keep food on the table, and always tried to get back into WCF. Once he came back and wanted to go full time he realized that his heart wasn't in it anymore. I don't know why, and nor do I care to know why, but when your heart isn't in it you start to slip up, start to get lazy and that's what happened. The last real fight he was in was with Corey Black and Black tore him up, and Death ended up tearing his ACL. Weird injury but it's not something you can come back on in a short amount of time. Death ended up moving to Canada and works at some wear house lifting boxes and loading trucks.
Boy: Oh?
Torture: Yeah so there I was. I lost Tiffany, Havoc, and Death all within two weeks. I was lost, I was confused, and I was devastated. I didn't know what to do.
Boy: The snowball effect.
- Tort turns and looks at the boy. Mainly for two reasons, this twelve year old kid was a lot smarter than he looked, and for some reason he knew what Torture was thinking. They continued.
Torture: Yeah. I just don't get it when people say it's just wrestling, because it's not to me. They were my friends, they were my partners, and with them we were going to slowly ride to the top in WCF. Timing is everything and it just didn't work out.
Boy: Timing got you Team of Torture though.
Torture: Well yeah. We were going into War and the original plan was to not have me defend my Championship title at One. I was going to hand pick an opponent, but the plan never really went into action, because as you know, none of my teammates and newly gained alliances through the night picked up the win. They were close but that doesn't make the plan roll into action. Slickie T ended up winning, and that's that. Seth Lerch and I have a deal and it didn't work out. Who knows what happens next to be honest.
Boy: A deal with Seth Lerch?
Torture: Ehh, that's for another time and place, all that really matters is after Slickie won War, Seth tried anything and everything he could to get him on our side. I wasn't in the caring mood to be honest, I was emotionally damaged. I was just wondering why everything around me was crashing down, and I couldn't figure out a way to stop it.
Boy: So you disappeared?
Torture: I didn't disappear! That's not it at all. Where was I to go? My company was ripped out of my hands, my teammates were paranoid we were all against each other, there was no leadership and we were just running through the motions. Except for me. I went home to an empty house and couldn't figure out how to get back on track. Disappear? No.
Boy: TMZ reported that they saw Nikki Venus, ex Wrestling Championship Federation wrestler/manager leaving your mansion a few times during the end of November.
Torture: I can't explain that. I honestly can't. That's another thing I've been thinking about a lot. So much heavy shit is going on in my life that I can't focus. Well, that was until last week.
Boy: Last week?
Torture: I recognized my situation and realized what I had to do. Realized what Slickie T has been doing, realized a lot of shit. Thanks to an old friend.
Boy: Wow. So you got back on track?
Torture: I'd say so. I mean, I miss a lot of things, miss a lot of people but it's all working for the best. I still think of a lot of things but I'm focusing on One and how to get everything back yet still push forward. What's going on with you?
Boy: I just go to school and hang out at the park.
- Torture smiles.
Torture: Well..
Boy: Yeah, I need to go home pretty soon.
Torture: Nice talking to you kid.
Boy: Yeah see ya!
- Torture turns to face the kid and he's gone...
Torture: And that's all that I get. It has happened to me three nights in a row.
Dr. Frazier: So, this dream with you and this boy on a bench. How do you feel?
Torture: I don't know. I wish I knew. I just don't know.
Dr. Frazier: Perhaps the boy is a younger you.
Torture: He looks like me!
Dr. Frazier: And somehow this 'younger you' wants you to remember your last few months because you've been suppressing these memories? Maybe you need to let them out. Accept them for whatever they are, whoever they are, and move on?
Torture: That's what I've thought I've been doing. Guess not.
Dr. Frazier: I think you just did. I think you're on the right track. You sound stronger and better. You've been dealing with a lot but I wouldn't say you're the victim. I think you're better.
Torture: I feel better.
Dr. Frazier: As you should. You have the biggest fight of your life on Sunday. It's Slickie T. Take all of this out on him. You need a win is what it seems like, so go out and do it. He's already preparing, he's taken time off and finding peace and quiet. He said it's one of your pages from your book.
Torture: Wait what?
Dr. Frazier: He said recently that he realized you were taking time off and disappearing every now and then and finding your peace of mind.
Torture: Peace? He thinks what I've been going through is peaceful?
Dr. Frazier: Well ye..
Torture: Seriously? What the hell is he talking about. Does he think it's peaceful coming home to an empty mansion with no one to talk to? No. That's not peacful, that's not even quiet. That's depressing! The thought of an empty house, and empty life, and empty soul is so loud it echoes in the highest of mountains. He has to be kidding me, if I've been CHOOSING this as a way to prepare for One, as a way to find myself. No. It's not peaceful, NOR quiet. It's depressing and it's been eating away at me for weeks. What the fuck is Slickie T talking about.
Dr. Frazier: I think-
Torture: And what does he need peace from? From basically destroying the mentality of Team of Torture? Neglecting to join the greatest faction in Wrestling Championship Federation history to accept a match with me at One? To take a billion dollar company from my god damn hands and shove it in my face? What does he need a break from? He's the one that's been pushing and pushing, and he needs a break? You kidding me? He's had a pretty easy time through all of this as he's had the advantage the last six weeks anyway. He doesn't need a break, he needs to shut his god damn mouth and just show up at One. I'll take care of the rest. Always have and always will.
Dr. Frazier: So what you're telling me.. is Torture's back?
Torture: Back and better than ever.
Dr. Frazier: So this was a good session then?
Torture: Great session. I'll call you later.
Dr. Frazier: Good luck Torture.
Torture: Thanks Creamy!
- Torture leaves the office of Dr. Frazier, the therapist that occasionally speaks to Torture, and makes his way through the hall and down the stairs. Torture reaches outside and immediately is hit by a dozen or so reporters and video cameras. Flash bulbs are going off and a thousand questions are yelled into his face.
Torture: Slickie T is going down at One. That's all I can say.
Question: What about Team of Torture?
Torture: What about them? They have enough on their plate. I said this match isn't going to have any special gimmicks, or interference. No one from my side with my prior knowledge is going to get into the ring to help me. I assume the same from him.
Question: What about Nikki Venus?
Torture: What about her? She's just a friend like I've said. Nothing is going on, believe me. You guys need to find something better to report on.
Question: Slickie T said he's going to do what no one else has done and that's defeat you in a one on one match. Straight up-
Torture: Slickie T is saying exactly what everyone else has been saying for four years now. He's the flash in the pan, and after One he won't be saying much. Except for the fact that he probably wants a rematch, and some sort of second chance to do what he'll never do. And that is defeat me for my Wrestling Championship Federation World Heavyweight Championship title.
Question: What about the speech you gave to him? You being scared, and stating he was scared?
Torture: It's the truth. I'm not scared of Slickie, and he's not scared of me. My point was is that we are both scared of the future and what it might hold, especially the day after One. We're both fighting for something we love, his is respect, and honor, and mine is to protect my investment. The World Heavyweight Championship title.
Question: Protect the investment?
Torture: Never mind that, either way, WCF is in the gutter when I'm not Champion, and I won't let that happen any longer. I'm mentally and physically prepared for this bout and I have guaranteed a victory over Slickie T. That's right, Torture has just guaranteed you a pin fall victory over Slickie at One. One is the biggest stage of them all, and there will be no way in hot ass hell that I will ever lose on the biggest stage. Especially to that thief, that coward, and that mob-boss looking piece of shit. Slickie T has done a lot in WCF, but I've done more. I've also done it three times better and after One he'll realize the mess he's gotten himself in to.
Question: What about -
Torture: That's enough questions, just tune in to One.
- Torture pushes his way through the crowd of reporters and into the back seat of a Taxi Cab. The taxi pulls off as the reporters try to get all the pictures they can. The cabbie asks for the destination as Torture's Blackberry cell phone rings.
Torture: The airport. I'm flying back home. Hello?
- Obviously answering his phone.
Torture: Yes Nikki. Yes, I'll be home tonight. He wants to do this tomorrow? You're kidding me? You positive he's really into this? Uhm. Yeah, I'm free all day tomorrow. I don't know whats going to happen but I guess it can't hurt to try. Don't screw me out of this. Alright. Thanks, bye.
- Looking out the back window as the cab merges onto the highway, Torture notices a billboard on the side of the highway. It's an advertisement for One. Slickie T versus Torture. Torture smirks and slides on his dark Sunglasses.
Torture: Put on some music please. Let's rock this shit.
- The scene fades out as the cab continues on it's destination.