Post by censoredchino on Sept 19, 2006 11:45:25 GMT -5
~Music is heard in the background My Life by Styles P, yet my presence isn't seen, at first, the tempature in the room is shown at almost 0 degree's. Suddenly, I walk out of the bathroom wearing a pair of long shorts and a wife beater, everytime I breathe you can see the steam, I cover my eyes and kneel down, I grab a "cigar" and begin to smoke, I sit against the wall and begin to think, the words from torture seem oh so true, but through my life I've come to realize many things. I shake my head and once again begin to think to myself as I sit in my apartment all alone~
Chino: "Torture, you say you want someone to challenge you not for your win streak but for your title, straight up, no bull. I plan on doing that, the title means nothing to me tho, like I've said its just a symbol, when people look and see, oh he's world champion it's ok, many people have held that title, but how many people can say I pinned torture? Yea it would be an honor to defeat you, I'd humble myself and say that. Winning the title is an incentive. I'm coming for you one way or another!"
~I stand up, and walk towards the window, suddenly I hear a knock on my door, I am a little cautious to answer, I put out my "Cigar" and make my way to the door. I open it, JackHammer is standing in my doorway, Z and Angel are not far behind, they all walk in as I look confused, possibly stoned. Jackhammer is quick to dive on my couch and pop on the television. I think to myself~
"Did he plan this, was I expecting them? What's going on?!"
~I walk over and grab some drinks for everyone, I look at the clock, almost four twenty I laugh and shake my head. I sit in my chair and begin to think to myself, after a few seconds I jump up and shout out "BULLSH*T!" Everyone looks at me waiting to explain, I sit back down and turn on the television, I turn on my vcr and begin to play video from torture's last promo~
"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."
~I pause the tape and begin to speak~
Chino " What is he smoking?! Does he not do his homework?! Study his opponents?! I guess not, He makes this comment, not knowing the truth, JJ Biggs, he remembers NWA, AWL, IWA, all those WIW even, Reckless Jack! He remembers NWA, WIW, getting their asses handed to them! Oh and Creeping Death, yea I bet his back is still hurting from that R.K.K I hit him with, oh and pinned him in the middle of that ring 1...2...3.! So this is to you torture! I'll look you dead in the eyes, this is personal now, this isn't about your win streak, f*ck that peice of sh*t, your title. I've beaten every person that you just named that I have faced, I've destroyed! I even manhandled you! Putting you through that table a week ago! Your spirit is crushed! LOSE FAITH! Yet, it gets better, more words! Lets fast foward!
~I fast forward up a few seconds to more of torture's ramblings~
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.
~I punch the television causing it to break and begin to laugh demonically, everyone backs away from me thinking I finally snapped~
Chino "Torture! You can go drink! Go enjoy your lavish mansion! Your not talent! Your a paper champion! You soak up all the television and spend your money on yourself! Your not a wrestler you entertain! I'm the underdog, don't bet on me because of that......I got talent! Bet on me because of that! Make excuses as fast as you can, but there will be no excuse when I take your title when I make a fool of you again, for what? The third week in a row?! Yea, torture, mark my words, your going down! Your time is passed you, step aside and let the future of this federation take over, I've dominated many efeds in my legendary 7 year career, yet, I doubt that lives up to you what? 15 year career bull story? Don't sit there any make up lies for your own reality, When you lose, accept it, the better man will walk out the world champion. At School of Pain.......Class will be in session!
~As my stablemates stand around me, I grab my "cigar" and relight it, I walk out of my apartment and down to the garage, I sit down and smoke, shortly after I finish, JackHammer walks down, alone, he kneel's down beside me and shakes his head, his emotions can say a thousand words but he lets me know how he feels in his own words~
JackHammer: "Bro, your not yourself! Your supposed to be the leader of this group and your......your......not all there! Focus bro! FOCUS!
~Jackhammers words are striking me hard in my mind, I think to myself "Yea, he's right." I slowly stand up and look at Jackhammer who has also now stood up, we both knew what was coming next. I slowly begin to walk away, Jackhammer grabs my arm as I turn around and grab his hand~
Chino: "Bro, I know your concerned but leave it! Torture is next, let me focus on him then I will worry about Devestation Inc, We will be the most dominating force in WCF, I promise you that man. I'll take Torture's title, and that will probably send him into hiding for a few months, than I will beat the JJ Biggs' the Reckless Jacks' And the Creepind Deaths' all over again just like I did before, so just relax and worry about yourself.
~I walk off leaving Jackhammer there scratching his head looking confused, he shakes his head as Z and Angel make their way down, the scene ends with Chino disappearing in the distance~
Chino: "Torture, you say you want someone to challenge you not for your win streak but for your title, straight up, no bull. I plan on doing that, the title means nothing to me tho, like I've said its just a symbol, when people look and see, oh he's world champion it's ok, many people have held that title, but how many people can say I pinned torture? Yea it would be an honor to defeat you, I'd humble myself and say that. Winning the title is an incentive. I'm coming for you one way or another!"
~I stand up, and walk towards the window, suddenly I hear a knock on my door, I am a little cautious to answer, I put out my "Cigar" and make my way to the door. I open it, JackHammer is standing in my doorway, Z and Angel are not far behind, they all walk in as I look confused, possibly stoned. Jackhammer is quick to dive on my couch and pop on the television. I think to myself~
"Did he plan this, was I expecting them? What's going on?!"
~I walk over and grab some drinks for everyone, I look at the clock, almost four twenty I laugh and shake my head. I sit in my chair and begin to think to myself, after a few seconds I jump up and shout out "BULLSH*T!" Everyone looks at me waiting to explain, I sit back down and turn on the television, I turn on my vcr and begin to play video from torture's last promo~
"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."
~I pause the tape and begin to speak~
Chino " What is he smoking?! Does he not do his homework?! Study his opponents?! I guess not, He makes this comment, not knowing the truth, JJ Biggs, he remembers NWA, AWL, IWA, all those WIW even, Reckless Jack! He remembers NWA, WIW, getting their asses handed to them! Oh and Creeping Death, yea I bet his back is still hurting from that R.K.K I hit him with, oh and pinned him in the middle of that ring 1...2...3.! So this is to you torture! I'll look you dead in the eyes, this is personal now, this isn't about your win streak, f*ck that peice of sh*t, your title. I've beaten every person that you just named that I have faced, I've destroyed! I even manhandled you! Putting you through that table a week ago! Your spirit is crushed! LOSE FAITH! Yet, it gets better, more words! Lets fast foward!
~I fast forward up a few seconds to more of torture's ramblings~
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.
~I punch the television causing it to break and begin to laugh demonically, everyone backs away from me thinking I finally snapped~
Chino "Torture! You can go drink! Go enjoy your lavish mansion! Your not talent! Your a paper champion! You soak up all the television and spend your money on yourself! Your not a wrestler you entertain! I'm the underdog, don't bet on me because of that......I got talent! Bet on me because of that! Make excuses as fast as you can, but there will be no excuse when I take your title when I make a fool of you again, for what? The third week in a row?! Yea, torture, mark my words, your going down! Your time is passed you, step aside and let the future of this federation take over, I've dominated many efeds in my legendary 7 year career, yet, I doubt that lives up to you what? 15 year career bull story? Don't sit there any make up lies for your own reality, When you lose, accept it, the better man will walk out the world champion. At School of Pain.......Class will be in session!
~As my stablemates stand around me, I grab my "cigar" and relight it, I walk out of my apartment and down to the garage, I sit down and smoke, shortly after I finish, JackHammer walks down, alone, he kneel's down beside me and shakes his head, his emotions can say a thousand words but he lets me know how he feels in his own words~
JackHammer: "Bro, your not yourself! Your supposed to be the leader of this group and your......your......not all there! Focus bro! FOCUS!
~Jackhammers words are striking me hard in my mind, I think to myself "Yea, he's right." I slowly stand up and look at Jackhammer who has also now stood up, we both knew what was coming next. I slowly begin to walk away, Jackhammer grabs my arm as I turn around and grab his hand~
Chino: "Bro, I know your concerned but leave it! Torture is next, let me focus on him then I will worry about Devestation Inc, We will be the most dominating force in WCF, I promise you that man. I'll take Torture's title, and that will probably send him into hiding for a few months, than I will beat the JJ Biggs' the Reckless Jacks' And the Creepind Deaths' all over again just like I did before, so just relax and worry about yourself.
~I walk off leaving Jackhammer there scratching his head looking confused, he shakes his head as Z and Angel make their way down, the scene ends with Chino disappearing in the distance~
