Post by Torture on Nov 24, 2006 18:32:14 GMT -5
- Finishing up dinner at a small table for four, inside a nice delicate house in the center of downtown Los Angeles, California, Torture sits with Drew Rosenhaus, along with his Mother and Father. All four dressed for a nice Thanksgiving formal dinner at the house.
Mother: Eat up boys, tons more in the kitchen. I hate having left overs.
Drew: No thanks, Mom. This was more than enough.
Torture: Yeah, I can't eat anymore. Thanks a lot!
- Mother gets up and takes a few dishes to the kitchen. Torture and Drew are talking low to each other. Meanwhile the Father gets up..
Father: Well guys. We're going to talk a small walk.
Drew: I'm going to use the computer upstairs. I need to check NFL scores and such.
- Torture and Drew walk upstairs. Drew opens a door to an office-esque type room. Turns the computer on and takes a seat. Torture sits down on a smaller couch and turns on a small television.
Torture: Cowboys up at Halftime. Good deal.
Drew: So want me to watch this Creeping Death segment video?
Torture: Yeah.
- A few minutes pass by and the video is ending. Drew turns to Torture who now stands up. Drew turns to The Tort.
Drew: So what? What he just said makes no sense! Trying to tell the public his heart is too red. He's not "dead"?? Creeping Death is dead! He played everyone! Think about what he's really saying! He talks about how you turned your back on him! LIES! THATS ALL LIES!
- Torture turns towards Drew as he paces around the small room.
Torture: You know what Drew.... You are... correct! When was the last time Creeping Death did anything for this company! Last time he did anything for me! All he did was drag me into all of his god damn battles with all the other wrestlers here! All he did was get me suspensions, bannings, pay-cuts! He screwed me more than several times! Last time a guy talked about being a Wrestling God? He apparently didn't hear me, I'm more than a puny Wrestling God! I'm a wrestling Icon! I'm the creator! I'm the master of blueprints. I'm everything a Wrestler ever dreams of, Drew. I'm pretty much.. the best thing since chewing gum. I've went face to face with everyone of his opponents, and either beat them faster than he ever has, or just destroyed them. Frost? I beat him in ten minutes, at most. Creeping Death and Frost? Took an hour of a Pay Per View once, what a waste of time. Creeping Death is overrated. More overrated than Fergie. He's the Fergie of Wrestling Championship Federation. Him and Rick Mad were Tag Team Champions? Big deal. Once and for all, I would like everyone to know that Creeping Death blows as a Tag Partner. Everyone knows that Rick Mad was one of the best tag team wrestlers in the world. He's got multiple titles in every federation as a Tag Partner. Creeping Death was there for the ride. You're the Droz to his L.O.D. Please.. Go tell someone else something they've heard a million times..
Drew: You sound like you're talking to him and not me...
Torture: You know what else pisses me off. That no one gives me the credit I deserve. Here I am, bleeding, sweating, pouring my god damn heart out to each and everyone of these fans, and these god for saken, lazy co-workers of mine here in WCF. If I don't go out there and give every ounce of energy and heart, then WCF could slide out of ratings, WCF could die and everyone in the back is out of a job. I'm the WCF front-man. I have to go above and beyond what a normal stale mid-carder wrestler like Creeping Death has to do. My duties is simple. Take on all challengers at their own mindless little games and beat them on their backs. It's real simple. Maybe not for Creeping Death, Reckless Jack, or Logan. But it is for me. Now swallow that hard-nose fact. Yeah. Thats right Torture said it. I'm better than anyone here, and I know it. Everyone knows it. I'm the best wrestler that has ever graced WCF and I don't get credit for it. Not with my co-workers, not with my ex-bestfriends, not in WCF History, and sure as hell not with those damn fans. They can boo me, doesn't matter. When i'm beating the crap out of their small, beloved, got-no-hopes-of-winning little uber-face I don't even hear them.
Creeping Death. Go back to your old self. Go back to the guy that hardly showed up and hardly wrestled. Go back to the old bell tower. Go back to saying The Bells Toll For Whom's Going To Beat Me. Go back to when you didn't perform against Rick Mad in XCW, whose still waiting for that match. Go back to booking yourself in title matches at your Pay Per Views. Go back to when you did just that in XCW. Go back to whatever the hell you want, Creeps, but remember. I'm the Champion. You can always go back, but me? I always go forward. Just remember one thing. This is more than a World Title. This is our lives. You don't need a hug every six seconds from some girl. You need the World Championship. And I'm going to take all of those needs... away. It's simple, Creeps. When I climb the ladder rung.. by damn rung... just know with every step.. I will always remember who the real bell tolled for.... DING DING DING.... And Still... World Champion..... The Wrestling Icon..... Tort....uurreeee....
- Drew just sits in the office chair while Torture just stands there. The scene fades out.
Mother: Eat up boys, tons more in the kitchen. I hate having left overs.
Drew: No thanks, Mom. This was more than enough.
Torture: Yeah, I can't eat anymore. Thanks a lot!
- Mother gets up and takes a few dishes to the kitchen. Torture and Drew are talking low to each other. Meanwhile the Father gets up..
Father: Well guys. We're going to talk a small walk.
Drew: I'm going to use the computer upstairs. I need to check NFL scores and such.
- Torture and Drew walk upstairs. Drew opens a door to an office-esque type room. Turns the computer on and takes a seat. Torture sits down on a smaller couch and turns on a small television.
Torture: Cowboys up at Halftime. Good deal.
Drew: So want me to watch this Creeping Death segment video?
Torture: Yeah.
- A few minutes pass by and the video is ending. Drew turns to Torture who now stands up. Drew turns to The Tort.
Drew: So what? What he just said makes no sense! Trying to tell the public his heart is too red. He's not "dead"?? Creeping Death is dead! He played everyone! Think about what he's really saying! He talks about how you turned your back on him! LIES! THATS ALL LIES!
- Torture turns towards Drew as he paces around the small room.
Torture: You know what Drew.... You are... correct! When was the last time Creeping Death did anything for this company! Last time he did anything for me! All he did was drag me into all of his god damn battles with all the other wrestlers here! All he did was get me suspensions, bannings, pay-cuts! He screwed me more than several times! Last time a guy talked about being a Wrestling God? He apparently didn't hear me, I'm more than a puny Wrestling God! I'm a wrestling Icon! I'm the creator! I'm the master of blueprints. I'm everything a Wrestler ever dreams of, Drew. I'm pretty much.. the best thing since chewing gum. I've went face to face with everyone of his opponents, and either beat them faster than he ever has, or just destroyed them. Frost? I beat him in ten minutes, at most. Creeping Death and Frost? Took an hour of a Pay Per View once, what a waste of time. Creeping Death is overrated. More overrated than Fergie. He's the Fergie of Wrestling Championship Federation. Him and Rick Mad were Tag Team Champions? Big deal. Once and for all, I would like everyone to know that Creeping Death blows as a Tag Partner. Everyone knows that Rick Mad was one of the best tag team wrestlers in the world. He's got multiple titles in every federation as a Tag Partner. Creeping Death was there for the ride. You're the Droz to his L.O.D. Please.. Go tell someone else something they've heard a million times..
Drew: You sound like you're talking to him and not me...
Torture: You know what else pisses me off. That no one gives me the credit I deserve. Here I am, bleeding, sweating, pouring my god damn heart out to each and everyone of these fans, and these god for saken, lazy co-workers of mine here in WCF. If I don't go out there and give every ounce of energy and heart, then WCF could slide out of ratings, WCF could die and everyone in the back is out of a job. I'm the WCF front-man. I have to go above and beyond what a normal stale mid-carder wrestler like Creeping Death has to do. My duties is simple. Take on all challengers at their own mindless little games and beat them on their backs. It's real simple. Maybe not for Creeping Death, Reckless Jack, or Logan. But it is for me. Now swallow that hard-nose fact. Yeah. Thats right Torture said it. I'm better than anyone here, and I know it. Everyone knows it. I'm the best wrestler that has ever graced WCF and I don't get credit for it. Not with my co-workers, not with my ex-bestfriends, not in WCF History, and sure as hell not with those damn fans. They can boo me, doesn't matter. When i'm beating the crap out of their small, beloved, got-no-hopes-of-winning little uber-face I don't even hear them.
Creeping Death. Go back to your old self. Go back to the guy that hardly showed up and hardly wrestled. Go back to the old bell tower. Go back to saying The Bells Toll For Whom's Going To Beat Me. Go back to when you didn't perform against Rick Mad in XCW, whose still waiting for that match. Go back to booking yourself in title matches at your Pay Per Views. Go back to when you did just that in XCW. Go back to whatever the hell you want, Creeps, but remember. I'm the Champion. You can always go back, but me? I always go forward. Just remember one thing. This is more than a World Title. This is our lives. You don't need a hug every six seconds from some girl. You need the World Championship. And I'm going to take all of those needs... away. It's simple, Creeps. When I climb the ladder rung.. by damn rung... just know with every step.. I will always remember who the real bell tolled for.... DING DING DING.... And Still... World Champion..... The Wrestling Icon..... Tort....uurreeee....
- Drew just sits in the office chair while Torture just stands there. The scene fades out.
