Post by Torture on Nov 20, 2006 17:28:09 GMT -5
Drew: Listen, this was very hard to set up but I got it done for you man. It's a quick Media Press Conference with a few News Stations from around this area that will be promoting the Revenge Pay Per View.
Torture: Thanks Drew.
Drew: You got it.
- A small stage from a hotel conference room is set up with about forty to fifty news/media groups wanting to film and ask questions to the WCF World Heavywieght Champion; Torture. He steps from behind the curtain where Drew Rosenhaus stands and out comes the One and Only.
- Dressed to obviously impress, which is all the damn time, from his swavy polo shirt over his white thermal, to his dark blue jeans with the oh-so-nice dress shoes. The hair is gelled and the Title is around his shoulder. He steps to the Poduim and sets the Title onto of it. He begins to speak into the microphone as flash bulbs are going off, and recorders are being turned on.
Torture: I've asked my Agent Drew Rosenhaus to put together a television package for the upcoming Pay Per View Revenge. I would like to add a few things to what my opponent was saying, and my ex-best friend had mentioned.
Everyone listen, and listen good. I didn't turn my back on the New Dynasty. I never turned on my best friends. I never let anyone down. I never, and I mean never, turned my back and everything we ever had on my friends. Never! This isn't my fail. I never let this fail.
Nate Nytro, Dake Ken, Neo all stopped caring. Their hearts and heads weren't into it. Who kept them stringing along? Creeping Death. I told CD over and over, cut our losses, let's trim the fat! What did he say? No, we can't. This war is too big. Bullshit! This war is not big! He and I could have fought this war a dozen times, by ourselves, in our sleep, with hands behind our backs. CD didn't think so. Thats when I found out that CD... wasn't as strong as he once was. CDs heart isn't as red as it once was. CD's head isn't as clear as it used to be. Thats when I thought long and hard about my next move in Wrestling Championship Federation.
After a few weeks, Nytro left, and Dake Ken ended up missing with no cell phone, no emails, no nothing. It was just me and my best friend. However, I knew that we could take out everyone in WCF and finally get what we deserve, but for some reason I just knew.. deep down in my gut that he wasn't really fighting for what he was preaching. I was doing most of the work. To me, I knew, Creeping Death wasn't Creeping Death anymore.. he was just... Dead.
So, I did what anyone else would do if they were put in that situation. I left him. I left him in the middle of the ring. I didn't turn my back, I didn't fail the New Dynasty, I didn't destroy anything! It was already destroyed from the get go! I didn't turn my back on my best friend.. He already turned his back on me months ago and I knew it! I didn't turn on anyone.. I simply.. moved forward. To be the best in WCF, you have to be able to beat any superstar on their good days and their best days. Could I beat Jack of Blades with CD in my corner? Hell no! He'd just dissapoint and come up short if I needed his help! I was done with carrying the extra passenger. I decided to cut the fat, and spare the losses. I left Creeping Death for dead.
Then what happens? Kyle Steel decides that not only is Creeping Death NOT a waste of space, but he's a Number One Contender?! This is the type of political garbage that goes on in this place, and i'm tired of it! Am I going to complain? Nope. Am I going to retire? No sirs. I'm going to beat Creeping Death once and for all at his own god damn game. Tables? Chairs? Ladders? I don't give a crap! I'm Torture, the best god damn World Heavywieght Champion this federation has seen since Logan was in his prime, and even then, I'd crush him between my fingers like play-doh and soggy Burger King french fries. Creeping Death, you bring your fail, you bring your dissapointment, you bring Damian, hell! You can bring your wrestling repertoire, which is something you haven't used in months. Creeping Death, you can take your advantages to the top all you want, you're just going to get sent right back down where you belong. You want to visit PC Cradle? Mad Dogg? Fugitive? Ask them where they went the last time they fought me at their own game.
- Torture grabs his title and hoists it over his head and poses while the cameras begin to go off. Some men begin to boo and leave, while others take down their video recorders.
- Scene fades out.
Torture: Thanks Drew.
Drew: You got it.
- A small stage from a hotel conference room is set up with about forty to fifty news/media groups wanting to film and ask questions to the WCF World Heavywieght Champion; Torture. He steps from behind the curtain where Drew Rosenhaus stands and out comes the One and Only.
- Dressed to obviously impress, which is all the damn time, from his swavy polo shirt over his white thermal, to his dark blue jeans with the oh-so-nice dress shoes. The hair is gelled and the Title is around his shoulder. He steps to the Poduim and sets the Title onto of it. He begins to speak into the microphone as flash bulbs are going off, and recorders are being turned on.
Torture: I've asked my Agent Drew Rosenhaus to put together a television package for the upcoming Pay Per View Revenge. I would like to add a few things to what my opponent was saying, and my ex-best friend had mentioned.
Everyone listen, and listen good. I didn't turn my back on the New Dynasty. I never turned on my best friends. I never let anyone down. I never, and I mean never, turned my back and everything we ever had on my friends. Never! This isn't my fail. I never let this fail.
Nate Nytro, Dake Ken, Neo all stopped caring. Their hearts and heads weren't into it. Who kept them stringing along? Creeping Death. I told CD over and over, cut our losses, let's trim the fat! What did he say? No, we can't. This war is too big. Bullshit! This war is not big! He and I could have fought this war a dozen times, by ourselves, in our sleep, with hands behind our backs. CD didn't think so. Thats when I found out that CD... wasn't as strong as he once was. CDs heart isn't as red as it once was. CD's head isn't as clear as it used to be. Thats when I thought long and hard about my next move in Wrestling Championship Federation.
After a few weeks, Nytro left, and Dake Ken ended up missing with no cell phone, no emails, no nothing. It was just me and my best friend. However, I knew that we could take out everyone in WCF and finally get what we deserve, but for some reason I just knew.. deep down in my gut that he wasn't really fighting for what he was preaching. I was doing most of the work. To me, I knew, Creeping Death wasn't Creeping Death anymore.. he was just... Dead.
So, I did what anyone else would do if they were put in that situation. I left him. I left him in the middle of the ring. I didn't turn my back, I didn't fail the New Dynasty, I didn't destroy anything! It was already destroyed from the get go! I didn't turn my back on my best friend.. He already turned his back on me months ago and I knew it! I didn't turn on anyone.. I simply.. moved forward. To be the best in WCF, you have to be able to beat any superstar on their good days and their best days. Could I beat Jack of Blades with CD in my corner? Hell no! He'd just dissapoint and come up short if I needed his help! I was done with carrying the extra passenger. I decided to cut the fat, and spare the losses. I left Creeping Death for dead.
Then what happens? Kyle Steel decides that not only is Creeping Death NOT a waste of space, but he's a Number One Contender?! This is the type of political garbage that goes on in this place, and i'm tired of it! Am I going to complain? Nope. Am I going to retire? No sirs. I'm going to beat Creeping Death once and for all at his own god damn game. Tables? Chairs? Ladders? I don't give a crap! I'm Torture, the best god damn World Heavywieght Champion this federation has seen since Logan was in his prime, and even then, I'd crush him between my fingers like play-doh and soggy Burger King french fries. Creeping Death, you bring your fail, you bring your dissapointment, you bring Damian, hell! You can bring your wrestling repertoire, which is something you haven't used in months. Creeping Death, you can take your advantages to the top all you want, you're just going to get sent right back down where you belong. You want to visit PC Cradle? Mad Dogg? Fugitive? Ask them where they went the last time they fought me at their own game.
- Torture grabs his title and hoists it over his head and poses while the cameras begin to go off. Some men begin to boo and leave, while others take down their video recorders.
- Scene fades out.
