Post by Torture on Oct 24, 2006 18:05:40 GMT -5
- This scene is awesome. Strictly awesome. It's seven thirty... lets say five. Seven thirty-five in the morning. A vibrating noise is heard... yes my friends.. it's his... Nextel Cell Phone. Torture wakes up and we see him sit up wearing a wife-beater over his chest, and a moppy hairdo, however, is hair is kind of short, so whatever werkz.
- He wipes his eyes before grabbing his phone off the charger and opening it up. He presses some numbers and puts the phone to his right ear. Again, because his voicemail asked him to, he presses another button and listens to his nice new message.
- The message lasts a whopping forty-five seconds, and Torture puts the phone back down on his dresser. He lifts up out of bed wearing plaid boxer shorts. He walks into his bathroom and closes the door.
- We hear the bathroom sink running as the scene pans across the bedroom. From his bed to his dresser to his World Title sitting on the chair next to his bed. His collection of shoes and polo shirts in the closet with his pants hanging on metal hangers above them. He walks out of the bathroom with jeans on and some tennis shoes.
- He puts on a blue polo shirt and walks downstairs. His house phone rings, as he just walks right by it.
Torture: Hello?
- Torture sounds like he just woke up.. as if.. he just.. woke up... Yeah. I mean.. He just woke up... I'll shut up now.
Torture: Hey Steve. Yeah, I got some big elimination match, which means, If I don't win... I get pinned. Isn't that some shit? Yeah, I'm going to need a ride to the airport. Thanks man. What? Oh, The match is again Team of Treachery, you know them guys, Jack of Blades, Jones, Biggs and the number two wrestler in the world, Logan. Haha. Yeah. It should be good, I need to work out. Alright man, thanks for calling. Peace!
- Torture hangs the phone back up on the charger hanging from the wall and turns into his kitchen. He opens the fridgerator and pulls out a Juice of some kind in a small 20 ounce plastic bottle. He turns to his pantry and grabs a Pop-Tart out of the box and walks to his front door. He opens it up and walks right outside.
- We now pick up outside his two story mansion, where he jumps into his all black H2. You know the truck he bought just before he beat Logan to retain the Gold that is around his waist. Well, it's now around his waist right now, but.. you know what I mean. Torture backs out of his driveway and rolls down the road.
- Now inside his H2, he changes some lanes and turns down some streets before entering a parking lot at a place called "Downtown Breakfast".
Torture: There's CD's car..
- Torture pulls up right next to it and hops out after shutting the engine off. He grabs a Nike Jordan hat out of the backseat and slips it on and walks inside.
Torture: No, I don't need to be seated, just meeting someone here. Thanks though.
- Torture noticed Creeping Death sitting by himself eating some waffles or something, and Torture sits down right in front of him. CD nods, as Torture asks for a glass of milk. Scene fades out.
- He wipes his eyes before grabbing his phone off the charger and opening it up. He presses some numbers and puts the phone to his right ear. Again, because his voicemail asked him to, he presses another button and listens to his nice new message.
- The message lasts a whopping forty-five seconds, and Torture puts the phone back down on his dresser. He lifts up out of bed wearing plaid boxer shorts. He walks into his bathroom and closes the door.
- We hear the bathroom sink running as the scene pans across the bedroom. From his bed to his dresser to his World Title sitting on the chair next to his bed. His collection of shoes and polo shirts in the closet with his pants hanging on metal hangers above them. He walks out of the bathroom with jeans on and some tennis shoes.
- He puts on a blue polo shirt and walks downstairs. His house phone rings, as he just walks right by it.
Torture: Hello?
- Torture sounds like he just woke up.. as if.. he just.. woke up... Yeah. I mean.. He just woke up... I'll shut up now.
Torture: Hey Steve. Yeah, I got some big elimination match, which means, If I don't win... I get pinned. Isn't that some shit? Yeah, I'm going to need a ride to the airport. Thanks man. What? Oh, The match is again Team of Treachery, you know them guys, Jack of Blades, Jones, Biggs and the number two wrestler in the world, Logan. Haha. Yeah. It should be good, I need to work out. Alright man, thanks for calling. Peace!
- Torture hangs the phone back up on the charger hanging from the wall and turns into his kitchen. He opens the fridgerator and pulls out a Juice of some kind in a small 20 ounce plastic bottle. He turns to his pantry and grabs a Pop-Tart out of the box and walks to his front door. He opens it up and walks right outside.
- We now pick up outside his two story mansion, where he jumps into his all black H2. You know the truck he bought just before he beat Logan to retain the Gold that is around his waist. Well, it's now around his waist right now, but.. you know what I mean. Torture backs out of his driveway and rolls down the road.
- Now inside his H2, he changes some lanes and turns down some streets before entering a parking lot at a place called "Downtown Breakfast".
Torture: There's CD's car..
- Torture pulls up right next to it and hops out after shutting the engine off. He grabs a Nike Jordan hat out of the backseat and slips it on and walks inside.
Torture: No, I don't need to be seated, just meeting someone here. Thanks though.
- Torture noticed Creeping Death sitting by himself eating some waffles or something, and Torture sits down right in front of him. CD nods, as Torture asks for a glass of milk. Scene fades out.
