Post by Torture on Feb 28, 2006 1:41:24 GMT -5
- The 5:00 o'clock morning-sun beats in through the window. Torture opens his eye's slowly to accept the morning. He lifts his right arm to his eyes, to rub the gunk out of them. He opens his mouth slowly, to get rid of that lame morning taste. His arm goes back down. Torture slowly turns to the right, away from the window.
"Good morning.."
- Torture freaks out, as a black mans hand covers his mouth. Torture can hardly move though and it seems as if he's getting weaker and weaker by the second. Torture goes completely numb and his eyes close. The scene pans out, as we see Kurtis Victory standing over him with a blow towell in his hand over Torture's mouth. He takes his hand off and throws the towell to the floor.
KV: You stupid fuck.
- Kurtis has a random wheel chair behind him. He lifts the limp Torture into the wheel chair, and rolls it out the door. He rolls down the hallway, pushing Torture along.
Kurtis: We need to check this dude out! His name is Torture.
- A girl behind the desk is now shown in view.
Girl: Okay. This is my first day. Hehe. Okay. Let me put him in the computer. And he's all yours.
- She types a bit on the computer, before she's hassled by Victory some more. Finally she lets them go.
- Kurtis rolls them out the door and into a small elevator outside. They enter the elevator and go up a few floors, which is nothing but a parking garage. They roll out of the Elevator and right over to a beat up late 90's mustang. Kurtis Victory is walking along and then dumps Torture right out of the wheel chair. KV grabs Torture and slams him on the hood of the car.
KV: Hey.. HEY! Wake up you son of a bitch. That gas doesn't affect you that much.. you pussy.
- Torture is laying across the hood of the Mustang. Trying to gain composure.
KV: That's it.. Come on Torture. You know what.. come with me..
- KV grabs Torture and throws him into the front seat.. KV looks around, then throws a right cross right across Tortures face. Throws one more punch and closes the door. Kurtis gets into the car and drives off. They hit the freeway.
- Meanwhile, inside the hospital the Doctor comes walking down the hall, and stops at the front desk.
Doctor: Good morning. Three hours left on my shift. Anything happen while I was on break?
Front Desk Girl: Yeah.. I just checked someone out. I'm so proud! I didn't mess anything up!
Doctor: Oh cool. Who was it?
Desk Girl: Uhm.. Tort... Tortur.. Someone like that.. His big.. ahem black.. friend was wheeling him out.. Some big guy with an afro..
Doctor: Wait.. What? No? WhaT?
- Doctor goes running down the hall full speed.. He stops at Tortures' room. The bed is empty and messy. The Doctor goes running back down the hall..
Doctor: CALL TORTURES WIFE NOW! LONG STORY SHORT! THE PERSON THAT CHECKED HIM OUT... IS HIS ENEMY!
- The doctor goes rushing to the outside parking garage. He steps into his SUV and peels out of the parking garage.
- A punch is thrown again, and Tortures face smashes up against the window.
KV: Come on Torture.. what now? Not talking now? Whats the problem? Hey.. Look out the window.. see that? Yeah. Thats the Los Angeles that you don't know.. the ghetto.. look.. there's nothing out here Torture.. Nothing..
- Kurtis drives the Mustang off the freeway on some abandoned road. The road turns to pure dust and rough terrain. It's nothing but a desert out here. A small 50 mile radius on the outside of Los Angeles. Nothing is out here. Pure desert.
- Kurtis pulls the car over in the middle of the desert. Kurtis gets out and takes off his long sleeve shirt. Nothing but a white wifebeater. He pulls Torture out of the car. Torture hits the ground. Kurtis slaps Torture across the face and lifts him up against the car.
Kurtis: You think I give a shit about the TV title, Torture? Think I give a flying fuck about you're hall of fame records, and titles, and undefeated streaks, and all that bullshit. Right now, Torture. I don't give a shit about anything. What I want to do is see how well you are at not using your mouth, you piece of shit.
- KV throws a punch across Tortures face once more. Blood flys through-out the air. Kurtis throws a knee, and a left hook. An upperhook. Throws another knee. Leaving Torture up against the car. Throws one more right hand knocking Torture to his knees. Kurtis kneels down..
KV: Torture.. come on.. fight back.. bitch..
- Kurtis lifts up Torture by his chin, his back against the car. Kurtis gets in his face. Torture spits blood all over KVs face.
KV: Oh.. you stupid mother fuc...
- Torture throws a punch reeling KV back, but Kurtis answers with three more right punches. Kurtis grabs Torture and throws his face through the back window. Kurtis grabs Torture, walks over to the front of the car. Picks him up and throws him right into the windsheild. KV drags Torture off the windsheild as glass is sticking out of Tortures arms, back, legs, everything. KV throws Tort to the ground. A puddle of blood pools around Tortures face which is laying in the sand.
KV: You know... out of all the lessons you taught me.. You'd think.. survival would be one of them. Guess what. You have no skill. No talent. You're a nobody. I'm leaving you here to die, Torture. TO. DIE.
- Victory throws a kick in his gut. He picks up Torture and holds his head right in his hand. Victory reels his arm back and lets go on one of the hardest blows to Tortures face in a very long time. Torture just hits the ground. Back in his own pool of blood.
- Victory leaves his long sleeve shirt and gets back in his car. He peels as he leaves the scene. Torture laying out in the desert, under the bright morning sun, in his own pool of crimson blood.
- The Doctor is trying to drive down the freeway through traffic. His destination is unknown.
"Good morning.."
- Torture freaks out, as a black mans hand covers his mouth. Torture can hardly move though and it seems as if he's getting weaker and weaker by the second. Torture goes completely numb and his eyes close. The scene pans out, as we see Kurtis Victory standing over him with a blow towell in his hand over Torture's mouth. He takes his hand off and throws the towell to the floor.
KV: You stupid fuck.
- Kurtis has a random wheel chair behind him. He lifts the limp Torture into the wheel chair, and rolls it out the door. He rolls down the hallway, pushing Torture along.
Kurtis: We need to check this dude out! His name is Torture.
- A girl behind the desk is now shown in view.
Girl: Okay. This is my first day. Hehe. Okay. Let me put him in the computer. And he's all yours.
- She types a bit on the computer, before she's hassled by Victory some more. Finally she lets them go.
- Kurtis rolls them out the door and into a small elevator outside. They enter the elevator and go up a few floors, which is nothing but a parking garage. They roll out of the Elevator and right over to a beat up late 90's mustang. Kurtis Victory is walking along and then dumps Torture right out of the wheel chair. KV grabs Torture and slams him on the hood of the car.
KV: Hey.. HEY! Wake up you son of a bitch. That gas doesn't affect you that much.. you pussy.
- Torture is laying across the hood of the Mustang. Trying to gain composure.
KV: That's it.. Come on Torture. You know what.. come with me..
- KV grabs Torture and throws him into the front seat.. KV looks around, then throws a right cross right across Tortures face. Throws one more punch and closes the door. Kurtis gets into the car and drives off. They hit the freeway.
- Meanwhile, inside the hospital the Doctor comes walking down the hall, and stops at the front desk.
Doctor: Good morning. Three hours left on my shift. Anything happen while I was on break?
Front Desk Girl: Yeah.. I just checked someone out. I'm so proud! I didn't mess anything up!
Doctor: Oh cool. Who was it?
Desk Girl: Uhm.. Tort... Tortur.. Someone like that.. His big.. ahem black.. friend was wheeling him out.. Some big guy with an afro..
Doctor: Wait.. What? No? WhaT?
- Doctor goes running down the hall full speed.. He stops at Tortures' room. The bed is empty and messy. The Doctor goes running back down the hall..
Doctor: CALL TORTURES WIFE NOW! LONG STORY SHORT! THE PERSON THAT CHECKED HIM OUT... IS HIS ENEMY!
- The doctor goes rushing to the outside parking garage. He steps into his SUV and peels out of the parking garage.
- A punch is thrown again, and Tortures face smashes up against the window.
KV: Come on Torture.. what now? Not talking now? Whats the problem? Hey.. Look out the window.. see that? Yeah. Thats the Los Angeles that you don't know.. the ghetto.. look.. there's nothing out here Torture.. Nothing..
- Kurtis drives the Mustang off the freeway on some abandoned road. The road turns to pure dust and rough terrain. It's nothing but a desert out here. A small 50 mile radius on the outside of Los Angeles. Nothing is out here. Pure desert.
- Kurtis pulls the car over in the middle of the desert. Kurtis gets out and takes off his long sleeve shirt. Nothing but a white wifebeater. He pulls Torture out of the car. Torture hits the ground. Kurtis slaps Torture across the face and lifts him up against the car.
Kurtis: You think I give a shit about the TV title, Torture? Think I give a flying fuck about you're hall of fame records, and titles, and undefeated streaks, and all that bullshit. Right now, Torture. I don't give a shit about anything. What I want to do is see how well you are at not using your mouth, you piece of shit.
- KV throws a punch across Tortures face once more. Blood flys through-out the air. Kurtis throws a knee, and a left hook. An upperhook. Throws another knee. Leaving Torture up against the car. Throws one more right hand knocking Torture to his knees. Kurtis kneels down..
KV: Torture.. come on.. fight back.. bitch..
- Kurtis lifts up Torture by his chin, his back against the car. Kurtis gets in his face. Torture spits blood all over KVs face.
KV: Oh.. you stupid mother fuc...
- Torture throws a punch reeling KV back, but Kurtis answers with three more right punches. Kurtis grabs Torture and throws his face through the back window. Kurtis grabs Torture, walks over to the front of the car. Picks him up and throws him right into the windsheild. KV drags Torture off the windsheild as glass is sticking out of Tortures arms, back, legs, everything. KV throws Tort to the ground. A puddle of blood pools around Tortures face which is laying in the sand.
KV: You know... out of all the lessons you taught me.. You'd think.. survival would be one of them. Guess what. You have no skill. No talent. You're a nobody. I'm leaving you here to die, Torture. TO. DIE.
- Victory throws a kick in his gut. He picks up Torture and holds his head right in his hand. Victory reels his arm back and lets go on one of the hardest blows to Tortures face in a very long time. Torture just hits the ground. Back in his own pool of blood.
- Victory leaves his long sleeve shirt and gets back in his car. He peels as he leaves the scene. Torture laying out in the desert, under the bright morning sun, in his own pool of crimson blood.
- The Doctor is trying to drive down the freeway through traffic. His destination is unknown.