Post by Torture on Nov 26, 2006 14:01:07 GMT -5
- Open up to a park. The park looks brand new. Brand new slide, swings, and even the soft stuff they line the sandboxes with now-a-days. The soft cardboard bark. It's pretty early in the morning, around 8:30. So, no kids or anything. However, two old guys in the background playing ball on the court behind him. Tortures in view. Red and white striped polo shirt over a black longsleeve t-shirt. Hair gelled. Shiny watch. Necklace hanging down. Dark blue jeans. Black and orange tennis-shoes. The One and Only, The Tort, The Heavyweight Champion, The Creator, The Wrestling Icon... Torture.. looks into the camera.
Torture: I'm having a hard time swallowing this, Creeping Death. Real hard time. At Revenge, you and I go one on one in a Tables, Ladders, Chair match. My World Title is placed thirty or forty feet in the air, and we have to race up ladders, beat the shit out of each other, and whatever else it takes, just to get to the World Title. I'm not going to lie. This match is circumstance to the T. Never once should I have to defend my World Title in such a high-stakes match like this. This is some no-name Pay Per View, and I'm facing some no-named opponent.
So I didn't beat Frost. Big deal. I beat you then. Heh. Yeah, thats right folks. You heard it straight from his mouth. Torture beat Creeping Death. Isn't that big of a deal. I mean, I've beat Creeping Death in One on One matches, Royal Rumbles, and now it's going to be a TLC match. This looks great for me, and horrible for you. Of course, all the guys in the back, and Kyle Steel don't want to see me with this World Title around my waist, so you guys make up rules, and matches and circumstances to get me off the pedestal. To get the World Title off my waist.
It really is sad, CD. I thought you'd be the one to actually understand, being my friend and all. I don't get credit. Since when has Wrestling Championship Federation ever gave me the credit I deserve. Longest Reigning Hardcore Champion, and now I'm the longest reigning World Champion..blah blah, you already heard this before, but if I don't keep saying it, no one will know! I can retire right now, and not a single one of you will ever remember me. You'll always remember Cradle, Logan, Hellz Angel, Outcast, Rick Mad, Reckless Jack, Mad Dogg, and Grave Digger. All guys I've pinned on their backs. But why will you always remember them? Because WCF plans on remembering them. Not me. Nope. Not me. I'm not listed in WCF History. Even though I've been handed the Television Title, won the Tag Team Titles for a whole two weeks, won the Hardcore, Peoples and World Championship. When will I get the credit? When I sit back and do nothing about it. Yeah, that worked out for me. I also sat back and did nothing about your carelessness, hurtful words to others backstage, and look where that got me. Suspended. Not something i'm proud of CD. So, please, tell me when am I going to get the credit? Thats right. You sit there and you shut the hell up.
- Torture shakes his head in disgust and looks back into the camera.
Torture: Last big thing you did for this place? You kidding me, I'll have to agree with everyone else, the Thirteen event was the biggest joke known to man. First, you not only booked your own title matches, but you won.. at.. your.. own event! Creeping Death, please, please, please, help me figure this out. You booked your own match. Your own Television Title match and won. First off, you should have never won.. because you were never the Number One Contender! You just float from title to title don't you, with out ever actually working up the ladder. From TV, to Hardcore, to TV, to World Title shots. You must know.. or do.. the right people around here. I'll be honest.. I'm confused as to how you get Title shots. I won't say anything more about that, I'm sure a suspension will be coming soon.
Be a best friend? Sure, you were a best friend for a whole three weeks. Which is exactly what the time period is for anything you do. Best World Champion? For a whole week, then you dissapear, get lazy on us, and turn your back on everything you built in the last few weeks. Whats that? Yeah, that is exactly how New Dynasty turned out! You built us, you made us believe, and the second you stopped believing was not more than just weeks after we all got together. New Dynasty was just that.. A New Dynasty. It quickly turned to the New Laughing-Stock of WCF. Thanks man. Thanks to your "hard work", your "great ethic", and "beliefs", not only did I get laughed at, I also lost matches. Whoo! Thanks "best friend"!
I'll let you forget about XCW, whatever. You can have that one, but just know, I don't forget. Know why? It's because I'm smarter than you. I'm faster than you. I'm more reliable. I'm everything you wished you were, Creeping Death. Which is why this is so hard to swallow for me. I was hoping you'd return to your old self. Now WCF, along with me, get to see the real you. The real outlandish asshole, you really are. Take your shortcuts, Creeps, take your advantages. You still won't beat me.
No bell tower. I'm really dissapointed. I thought the old Creeping Death was the bell tower. Now you throw a curveball, now the old Creeping Death is friends with The Crow? Who cares. It's all nonsense. I don't need to go back to some guy in a mask and have him bless me with super magical witch-craft sprite powers to inflict punishment on my opponents. I'm blessed with what I have now. The power, the strength, and the brains to be the Wrestling Icon. I'm the Creator. You're just an average wrestler that does what everyone else has done when they faced me. "Went back to some old place where they think everythings happy". Then you wake up, Creeps, and realize that your real world is Torture. The real world is me crushing you, in a TLC match, and keeping the World Title around this waist of mine. Where it belongs.
So, it seems, you've finally found your stride. Yeah right. Your stride will be gone before One rolls around. Honestly, Creeps, I'm supposed to believe this? How about you get your work ethic and stride back up to pace for a few weeks, then come challenge for my World Title. Do the Impossible? Defeat Torture. That really is impossible.. for you. Creeping Death is nothing but a make-shift Midcarder. You'd be a curtain jerker if it wasn't for Kyle Steel, or the New Dynasty. You know that much to be true. After this match, Creeps, I hope you join the rest of the clan that i've beat. Hellz, Cast, Cradle, all of them. I hope you just leave. I wouldn't want to b around when the Wrestling Creator puts a stomping to me. Thats for sure.
Just know this C to the D. You may think your back. You think your going to win. You have your crazy aspirations. Your dreams. They're just that. Aspirations and dreams. They're nothing. Make believe. The real world is you, me, and some Tables, ladders and chairs. At the end of Revenge. I will have my hand raised, and my World Title on my shoulder. See you there. I'm sure you'll be late... seems you were always late. Work ethic. Hah.
Icon. Out.
- The scene fades out as Torture exits the scene left.
Torture: I'm having a hard time swallowing this, Creeping Death. Real hard time. At Revenge, you and I go one on one in a Tables, Ladders, Chair match. My World Title is placed thirty or forty feet in the air, and we have to race up ladders, beat the shit out of each other, and whatever else it takes, just to get to the World Title. I'm not going to lie. This match is circumstance to the T. Never once should I have to defend my World Title in such a high-stakes match like this. This is some no-name Pay Per View, and I'm facing some no-named opponent.
So I didn't beat Frost. Big deal. I beat you then. Heh. Yeah, thats right folks. You heard it straight from his mouth. Torture beat Creeping Death. Isn't that big of a deal. I mean, I've beat Creeping Death in One on One matches, Royal Rumbles, and now it's going to be a TLC match. This looks great for me, and horrible for you. Of course, all the guys in the back, and Kyle Steel don't want to see me with this World Title around my waist, so you guys make up rules, and matches and circumstances to get me off the pedestal. To get the World Title off my waist.
It really is sad, CD. I thought you'd be the one to actually understand, being my friend and all. I don't get credit. Since when has Wrestling Championship Federation ever gave me the credit I deserve. Longest Reigning Hardcore Champion, and now I'm the longest reigning World Champion..blah blah, you already heard this before, but if I don't keep saying it, no one will know! I can retire right now, and not a single one of you will ever remember me. You'll always remember Cradle, Logan, Hellz Angel, Outcast, Rick Mad, Reckless Jack, Mad Dogg, and Grave Digger. All guys I've pinned on their backs. But why will you always remember them? Because WCF plans on remembering them. Not me. Nope. Not me. I'm not listed in WCF History. Even though I've been handed the Television Title, won the Tag Team Titles for a whole two weeks, won the Hardcore, Peoples and World Championship. When will I get the credit? When I sit back and do nothing about it. Yeah, that worked out for me. I also sat back and did nothing about your carelessness, hurtful words to others backstage, and look where that got me. Suspended. Not something i'm proud of CD. So, please, tell me when am I going to get the credit? Thats right. You sit there and you shut the hell up.
- Torture shakes his head in disgust and looks back into the camera.
Torture: Last big thing you did for this place? You kidding me, I'll have to agree with everyone else, the Thirteen event was the biggest joke known to man. First, you not only booked your own title matches, but you won.. at.. your.. own event! Creeping Death, please, please, please, help me figure this out. You booked your own match. Your own Television Title match and won. First off, you should have never won.. because you were never the Number One Contender! You just float from title to title don't you, with out ever actually working up the ladder. From TV, to Hardcore, to TV, to World Title shots. You must know.. or do.. the right people around here. I'll be honest.. I'm confused as to how you get Title shots. I won't say anything more about that, I'm sure a suspension will be coming soon.
Be a best friend? Sure, you were a best friend for a whole three weeks. Which is exactly what the time period is for anything you do. Best World Champion? For a whole week, then you dissapear, get lazy on us, and turn your back on everything you built in the last few weeks. Whats that? Yeah, that is exactly how New Dynasty turned out! You built us, you made us believe, and the second you stopped believing was not more than just weeks after we all got together. New Dynasty was just that.. A New Dynasty. It quickly turned to the New Laughing-Stock of WCF. Thanks man. Thanks to your "hard work", your "great ethic", and "beliefs", not only did I get laughed at, I also lost matches. Whoo! Thanks "best friend"!
I'll let you forget about XCW, whatever. You can have that one, but just know, I don't forget. Know why? It's because I'm smarter than you. I'm faster than you. I'm more reliable. I'm everything you wished you were, Creeping Death. Which is why this is so hard to swallow for me. I was hoping you'd return to your old self. Now WCF, along with me, get to see the real you. The real outlandish asshole, you really are. Take your shortcuts, Creeps, take your advantages. You still won't beat me.
No bell tower. I'm really dissapointed. I thought the old Creeping Death was the bell tower. Now you throw a curveball, now the old Creeping Death is friends with The Crow? Who cares. It's all nonsense. I don't need to go back to some guy in a mask and have him bless me with super magical witch-craft sprite powers to inflict punishment on my opponents. I'm blessed with what I have now. The power, the strength, and the brains to be the Wrestling Icon. I'm the Creator. You're just an average wrestler that does what everyone else has done when they faced me. "Went back to some old place where they think everythings happy". Then you wake up, Creeps, and realize that your real world is Torture. The real world is me crushing you, in a TLC match, and keeping the World Title around this waist of mine. Where it belongs.
So, it seems, you've finally found your stride. Yeah right. Your stride will be gone before One rolls around. Honestly, Creeps, I'm supposed to believe this? How about you get your work ethic and stride back up to pace for a few weeks, then come challenge for my World Title. Do the Impossible? Defeat Torture. That really is impossible.. for you. Creeping Death is nothing but a make-shift Midcarder. You'd be a curtain jerker if it wasn't for Kyle Steel, or the New Dynasty. You know that much to be true. After this match, Creeps, I hope you join the rest of the clan that i've beat. Hellz, Cast, Cradle, all of them. I hope you just leave. I wouldn't want to b around when the Wrestling Creator puts a stomping to me. Thats for sure.
Just know this C to the D. You may think your back. You think your going to win. You have your crazy aspirations. Your dreams. They're just that. Aspirations and dreams. They're nothing. Make believe. The real world is you, me, and some Tables, ladders and chairs. At the end of Revenge. I will have my hand raised, and my World Title on my shoulder. See you there. I'm sure you'll be late... seems you were always late. Work ethic. Hah.
Icon. Out.
- The scene fades out as Torture exits the scene left.
