Post by Torture on Dec 9, 2007 18:36:31 GMT -5
- Anderson's Pub. A bar located in Southern California. The Pub is downtown, with flashing lights, and neon signs for the world to see. It's crowded on a Saturday Night with adults of all ages. We zoom in and notice a man sitting at the end of the bar. Golden State Warriors basketball hat. Five O'Clock shadow on the square jaw of a man who looks like he has been through one hell of a life so far.
- White long sleeve button up shirt, with dark blue jeans down to his black Lugz dress boots. The sterling silver watch and necklace shine through the pub as if he was the only one there. The man stirs his Rum and Coke in his small glass with a straw and takes another sip of the drink before putting it back down on the bar. The young bartender woman walks over to the man.
Bartender: You want another on... Wait a minute. Don't I know you?
- The man looks her right in the eyes. It's now clear who that man is.
Torture: You may.. But I doubt it.
Bartender: Yeah, yeah! You're Torture.. From the Wrestling on Television a while back!
Torture: Yeah.. but you don't know me...
- Just then a drunk man stumbles over to Torture who showed up alone to this Pub. The drunk man puts his hands on Torture and asks a few questions.
"Hey man.. like.. dude.. totally.. you made millions man.. you're like the best man.. so like buyz us a drink man for real dude. You got the money man just buy us a few rounds bro."
- Torture takes the drunk mans hands off of him.
"Don't fuckin take my god damn hands off of you man! Like what the fuck man! You're a fuckin fool bitch!"
Torture: Don't talk like that in front of this lady, please.
Bartender: It's okay Torture.
"Yeah man, it's fuckin okay! The bitch says it's okay Toruuutureee, so shut the fuck up."
Torture: I suggest you leave this establishment with your three friends over there, or you will enter a world of pain.
"What the fuck are you going to doo abouut it duuudddddeeee..."
Torture: Just stop. Leave now.
- The drunk guy stumbles back to his friends and they leave the bar.
Bartender: It was okay. You didn't have to..
Torture: It's not okay......
Bartender: Oh. My name is Tiffany. I'm supposed to be off work right now. I'm just hanging out really, because I don't want to go home. No reason to go home.
Torture: I can walk you home if you want.
Bartender: Sure.
- Torture gets up and fixes his shirt and dusts off his pants. He walks out front to wait for Tiffany who is walking through the back. He feels the windy breeze of the So-Cal air around him, and notices the gang of four men from inside the bar. One of them walks over to Torture.
"You got a fuckin problem son? You fuckin' say one more thing to me and my homeboys over there and you're fucking dead."
Torture: Either this is over, or it's not.
"It's not over bit.."
- Torture decks him with a left hook and sends the bitch to his back. The drunk man from earlier stumbles over to Torture but Tort gives him a kick to the midsection, and tosses him into the brick side of the building head first. Two guys left. Torture walks over to the one on the left and gives two right hands. The other guy jumps on Tortures back! The guy starts to choke at Torture. The guy who got punched now pulls out a knife. The guy swings at Torture, but The One and Only turns around and he stabs his own friend in the back. Torture drops the dude off of him, and punches the dude with the knife in the face. Tiffany screams at Torture.
"Are you Ok?!"
- The Tort catches his breath while walking over to Tiffany. She throws an arm around his waist as Torture fixes his hat and shirt.
"Just walk me home. Just walk with me."
- The Tort walks down the street with Tiffany from the bar. The scene fades out as the four men lay around the sidewalk of the bar. Neon signs and flashing lights. Downtown Southern California.
- White long sleeve button up shirt, with dark blue jeans down to his black Lugz dress boots. The sterling silver watch and necklace shine through the pub as if he was the only one there. The man stirs his Rum and Coke in his small glass with a straw and takes another sip of the drink before putting it back down on the bar. The young bartender woman walks over to the man.
Bartender: You want another on... Wait a minute. Don't I know you?
- The man looks her right in the eyes. It's now clear who that man is.
Torture: You may.. But I doubt it.
Bartender: Yeah, yeah! You're Torture.. From the Wrestling on Television a while back!
Torture: Yeah.. but you don't know me...
- Just then a drunk man stumbles over to Torture who showed up alone to this Pub. The drunk man puts his hands on Torture and asks a few questions.
"Hey man.. like.. dude.. totally.. you made millions man.. you're like the best man.. so like buyz us a drink man for real dude. You got the money man just buy us a few rounds bro."
- Torture takes the drunk mans hands off of him.
"Don't fuckin take my god damn hands off of you man! Like what the fuck man! You're a fuckin fool bitch!"
Torture: Don't talk like that in front of this lady, please.
Bartender: It's okay Torture.
"Yeah man, it's fuckin okay! The bitch says it's okay Toruuutureee, so shut the fuck up."
Torture: I suggest you leave this establishment with your three friends over there, or you will enter a world of pain.
"What the fuck are you going to doo abouut it duuudddddeeee..."
Torture: Just stop. Leave now.
- The drunk guy stumbles back to his friends and they leave the bar.
Bartender: It was okay. You didn't have to..
Torture: It's not okay......
Bartender: Oh. My name is Tiffany. I'm supposed to be off work right now. I'm just hanging out really, because I don't want to go home. No reason to go home.
Torture: I can walk you home if you want.
Bartender: Sure.
- Torture gets up and fixes his shirt and dusts off his pants. He walks out front to wait for Tiffany who is walking through the back. He feels the windy breeze of the So-Cal air around him, and notices the gang of four men from inside the bar. One of them walks over to Torture.
"You got a fuckin problem son? You fuckin' say one more thing to me and my homeboys over there and you're fucking dead."
Torture: Either this is over, or it's not.
"It's not over bit.."
- Torture decks him with a left hook and sends the bitch to his back. The drunk man from earlier stumbles over to Torture but Tort gives him a kick to the midsection, and tosses him into the brick side of the building head first. Two guys left. Torture walks over to the one on the left and gives two right hands. The other guy jumps on Tortures back! The guy starts to choke at Torture. The guy who got punched now pulls out a knife. The guy swings at Torture, but The One and Only turns around and he stabs his own friend in the back. Torture drops the dude off of him, and punches the dude with the knife in the face. Tiffany screams at Torture.
"Are you Ok?!"
- The Tort catches his breath while walking over to Tiffany. She throws an arm around his waist as Torture fixes his hat and shirt.
"Just walk me home. Just walk with me."
- The Tort walks down the street with Tiffany from the bar. The scene fades out as the four men lay around the sidewalk of the bar. Neon signs and flashing lights. Downtown Southern California.
