Post by Torture on Sept 17, 2006 23:53:32 GMT -5
- Scene opens up. The huge mansion, or "Tort-Estates" as you will, is seen in the backdrop. The all-black Hummer2 in the driveway to the right. A basketball hoop, a sidewalk connecting to other houses, the mailbox in the front, and flowers surrounding all edges of this beautiful place. We then cut to the backyward.
- Grass, Grass and more grass. About three acres of grass, with a huge swimming pool to the back-right corner. We see something in the middle of this huge yard... Oh wait! It's the One and Only himself.
- Camera shines down, showing bare feet, with grey and white camo board chorts. Washboard abs, and tattoos glisten into the Los Angeles sun, while his neckalace gives off light.. meaning.. faith. His hair isn't combed, but either way, you know it looks chill. His custom sun-glasses covers his eyes, but looking straight into the camera, he speaks.
Torture: This happens all the time. When I was the Longest Reigning Hardcore Champion in Wrestling Championship Federation, all I ever heard was "I'm going to be the first to beat you!", or "Your first lost will be against me, Yayz!". What I never heard was how someone wanted to wrestle me straight up, and wanted to beat me not for my win streak, but for the gold around my waist. The Championship I defended. I never heard that, and it always made me think of real life situations.
Everyone in this world is out to get the quickest, and easiest way to get their quan. The dough, as you may want to put it, Mean Cheeno. Everywhere I look, young employees, want to get up the ladder to President Executive, without actually putting in the work. It's just arrogant humans wanting to get everything from just a little bit. It may work in some higher-up business, or tie affairs, but not in Wrestling Championship Federation.
- Torture puts his arms behind his head, lifting his head off the grass.
Torture: See, in Wrestling Championship History, there hasn't been too many rookies, or newer guys making demands, pissing people off, and cutting into time they don't even deserve in the first place, wanting World Championship matches. Wrestlers have to put in time, to get time at the top. So, it makes me sick when people like you just want to beat me for my win streak, and not the Gold I worked so hard to get, and I add, that I deserve. You may WANT the Gold, but you just want to beat me for my win streak. So, what happens if you do? You go to the top? Hell no, Cheeba! You have to fight the Reckless Jacks, the Logans, the Outcasts, the Creeping Deaths, the Dake Kens, and even the J.J. Biggs! You can't beat those guys. Not one single man, I listed, you can beat in the Wrestling ring straight up. You just want your quickest claim to fame, and I'm going to stop it.
Now, to add in my 50 cents about last week. Earlier in the night, I was a little ticked off. Who in their right minds, comes out to a Championship Un-Retirement, and a Contract Signing to make a Challenge?! I guess, you do, Cheen Machine. I was calmed by fellow New Dynasty members, but the fact remained, I didn't like you coming out during my time, and putting me through a table. So, we move to the main event. Everyone in the Wrestling Championship Federation knows, as well as the thousand of Torture fans, that Creeping Death and The One and Only are NOT a good tag team to bank on. Sure, we have the illest most coolest moves out there. Sure, we get our fans on their feet, because of the biggest and best bumps ever created were just thrown-down on our opponents. And sure, we may look like winners, but in all reality, everyone knows we lose. I mean, what? Maybe Creeping Death can help me out here, but I think in our last ten matches, we've won... two? Yeah, So, don't get egotistical just yet. Countless Tag Teams have beat us before... Usually, Creepers Jeepers takes the pinfall... but Hey! We lose, we lose. Yeah.. whatever.
- Torture sits up, and then gets to his feet. He adjuts his sunglasses, and begins walking towards the back patio, to one of his three sliding glass doors.
Torture: So Ch!n0, you may talk the talk, and hell, in your small world and small fishbowl you came from, you may even walk the walk, but your walk in this Federation is just a snails pace of crawling, compared to my walking. Get used to it, because, Chino, it's just something you already know... Oh yeah, losing faith? Ha! I laugh at you.. I have no fear of you either.. what are you going to do? Tell me your going to church? Exactly. Get over yourself. And with that, I must say... It's Monday, I got about four hours before Monday Night Football, and my local Pub will be filled with football fans. I must say, I'm putting money on the Jags. Not because they're the underdogs... but because.. they have.. talent.
- With that, Torture slides open his door and steps inside. He turns around and takes his glasses off while closing the door behind him. The scene fades as we see the reflection of the camera-man in the clean glass that was just wiped down by one of the illegal 'citizens' in this state. Something our President dismissed while he was making his money off Hurricane Katrina.
- Grass, Grass and more grass. About three acres of grass, with a huge swimming pool to the back-right corner. We see something in the middle of this huge yard... Oh wait! It's the One and Only himself.
- Camera shines down, showing bare feet, with grey and white camo board chorts. Washboard abs, and tattoos glisten into the Los Angeles sun, while his neckalace gives off light.. meaning.. faith. His hair isn't combed, but either way, you know it looks chill. His custom sun-glasses covers his eyes, but looking straight into the camera, he speaks.
Torture: This happens all the time. When I was the Longest Reigning Hardcore Champion in Wrestling Championship Federation, all I ever heard was "I'm going to be the first to beat you!", or "Your first lost will be against me, Yayz!". What I never heard was how someone wanted to wrestle me straight up, and wanted to beat me not for my win streak, but for the gold around my waist. The Championship I defended. I never heard that, and it always made me think of real life situations.
Everyone in this world is out to get the quickest, and easiest way to get their quan. The dough, as you may want to put it, Mean Cheeno. Everywhere I look, young employees, want to get up the ladder to President Executive, without actually putting in the work. It's just arrogant humans wanting to get everything from just a little bit. It may work in some higher-up business, or tie affairs, but not in Wrestling Championship Federation.
- Torture puts his arms behind his head, lifting his head off the grass.
Torture: See, in Wrestling Championship History, there hasn't been too many rookies, or newer guys making demands, pissing people off, and cutting into time they don't even deserve in the first place, wanting World Championship matches. Wrestlers have to put in time, to get time at the top. So, it makes me sick when people like you just want to beat me for my win streak, and not the Gold I worked so hard to get, and I add, that I deserve. You may WANT the Gold, but you just want to beat me for my win streak. So, what happens if you do? You go to the top? Hell no, Cheeba! You have to fight the Reckless Jacks, the Logans, the Outcasts, the Creeping Deaths, the Dake Kens, and even the J.J. Biggs! You can't beat those guys. Not one single man, I listed, you can beat in the Wrestling ring straight up. You just want your quickest claim to fame, and I'm going to stop it.
Now, to add in my 50 cents about last week. Earlier in the night, I was a little ticked off. Who in their right minds, comes out to a Championship Un-Retirement, and a Contract Signing to make a Challenge?! I guess, you do, Cheen Machine. I was calmed by fellow New Dynasty members, but the fact remained, I didn't like you coming out during my time, and putting me through a table. So, we move to the main event. Everyone in the Wrestling Championship Federation knows, as well as the thousand of Torture fans, that Creeping Death and The One and Only are NOT a good tag team to bank on. Sure, we have the illest most coolest moves out there. Sure, we get our fans on their feet, because of the biggest and best bumps ever created were just thrown-down on our opponents. And sure, we may look like winners, but in all reality, everyone knows we lose. I mean, what? Maybe Creeping Death can help me out here, but I think in our last ten matches, we've won... two? Yeah, So, don't get egotistical just yet. Countless Tag Teams have beat us before... Usually, Creepers Jeepers takes the pinfall... but Hey! We lose, we lose. Yeah.. whatever.
- Torture sits up, and then gets to his feet. He adjuts his sunglasses, and begins walking towards the back patio, to one of his three sliding glass doors.
Torture: So Ch!n0, you may talk the talk, and hell, in your small world and small fishbowl you came from, you may even walk the walk, but your walk in this Federation is just a snails pace of crawling, compared to my walking. Get used to it, because, Chino, it's just something you already know... Oh yeah, losing faith? Ha! I laugh at you.. I have no fear of you either.. what are you going to do? Tell me your going to church? Exactly. Get over yourself. And with that, I must say... It's Monday, I got about four hours before Monday Night Football, and my local Pub will be filled with football fans. I must say, I'm putting money on the Jags. Not because they're the underdogs... but because.. they have.. talent.
- With that, Torture slides open his door and steps inside. He turns around and takes his glasses off while closing the door behind him. The scene fades as we see the reflection of the camera-man in the clean glass that was just wiped down by one of the illegal 'citizens' in this state. Something our President dismissed while he was making his money off Hurricane Katrina.
