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Post by Torture on Oct 31, 2006 23:00:04 GMT -5
- The phone rings. Torture answers it. Holding onto his World Championship gold, he holds the phone to his ear as a familiar voice speaks into his mind.
- Torture nods, as this phone call isn't a surprise, it's more like.. a meeting of the minds. A business meeting between him and this voice was planned for quite some time, but it seems now, it's in full effect.
- Somehow, someway, we get this voice picked up and now we can tell who it is. If you're into sports pretty heavy, then you'd know this voice as well as I do. It's none other than Drew Rosenhaus, the miami-native Sports Agent.
Torture: You're going to send the contract over? Because this sounds like a great deal for the both of us. I mean, wrestling is Sports Entertainment. And with this deal, I can make tons of money right? I want more than that Drew. I want everything. I deserve everything. You know that. I get nothing from WCF. I'm not in the Hall of Fame. I'm not even mentioned when fans bring up past wrestlers. It's bullshit. I'm tired of it, and now i'm going to destroy everything I help build. And show everyone, I don't need no one. I'm Torture. The biggest, baddest and best wrestler in the world.
- The voice doesn't talk long before they both end up putting the phones down as the conversation is done. Torture rubs his gold and puts it back on his shoulder as he leaves his office to his living room. The scene fades out.
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