Post by Torture on Dec 26, 2008 21:23:05 GMT -5
- The clock just hit two. It's mid-afternoon on Friday. Two days after the holiday known as Christmas. A light breeze is hovering over Los Angeles, California like a blanket.. a blanket that's cold.
- We pan around the three story mansion of The One and Only's. The black gate that surrounds it, and the H2 in the driveway. We now are looking at the master bedroom of The Tort. He steps in wearing only boxers and long knee-high black socks. It must be business time. Torture grabs the khaki pants laying across the neatly made bed. He slips one leg on, and then notices the camera.
Torture: Oh hello. Didn't notice ya there. Just getting ready to get the mail and get on my way to Sunday Slam. You see? I am like everyone else.. I put my pants on one leg at a time.. except when I have my pants on, I win numerous Championships, and win basically every match I'm in. Except for the tag team matches I had with Creeping Death. He always got pinned. Whatever.
- He finishes putting on the pants. He zips and buttons up. He grabs the white tee which is also laying across the bed.
Torture: If there is one thing I'm experienced in, Chad, it's listening to a bunch of nonsense, and babble. Blades, Ellis, even the almighty Logan did it. I've heard it all. Blah blah, one second you're scared, one second you believe in defeating me, then one second you're spewing your mouth off as if you were the Niagra Falls. I don't get it, Evans. You're almost as bad as that retard Reckless Jack, though we'll get to that talentless shit some other day. For now, I'll just focus on the matter at hand.. defeating you.
It can't be hard. Being at the top like I am, you see a lot of guys come and go. A lot of the same thing. Though, Evans I will say this.. I pick up sarcasm like I do gold Championship Belts.
- The white shirt goes on.. Torture tucks it into his pants.
Torture: The reporters? The 'stalkers'? the cameras and flash bulbs.. brother, it's all a part of the game. Well, my game anyway. It's not exactly a game for guys like.. Outcast, Hardkore, and Gonz0.. they haven't seen a victory in wrestling since it was still EWE's XCW. But either which way, Chad, you're not coming out the victor.. at least not this time.
Nope. This time, Torture will win again, and the fans will boo me, and you'll be mad though you'll respect yourself more because you got so close to getting to the top of the mountain, or in this case, getting close to the Final Round of this World Championship Tournament. Don't mind the media so much, they won't bother you if you know how to conduct your business.
Listen, Chad. You're a rookie so I'll explain this in simple terms. I'm not going to murder you, or even remotely kill you. As for my past, and my bio, let me clear the air..
I was born in Modesto. Moved to Chicago, but I still have a house in Los Angeles. Chad, I don't want to scare you anymore than you probably are, but I can literally be in two different places at once. Haha. Okay, not once, but twice.
- He picks up a polo shirt, and slips it on. The blue and white strips against the ash shirt shine bright like a shining star.. a shining star named Torture. He looks back into the camera while walking downstairs.
Torture: I went from the bottom of bottoms, dude, and now I'm at the top of the top. Sounds a bit cliche, but what else do you want from me? Chad, this coming Sunday is going to be a great main event. Notice how I said Main Event? That's because we're in the main event. But then again.. what else do you want from me? A sub-par performance? Never. I'll main event from here on out, and there will be no one who will stop me. Not even you.. and your style from two other sub-par wrestlers. I never talk shit about people that can't defend themselves, but remember when I talked about Reckless Jack's talentless ass? Well, he's not alone in that boat.. Bobby Cairo belongs in there as well. They were both so bad, that I bet they couldn't even hack it in GWC. And anyone can hack it there..
- He reaches the bottom of the stairs. He turns through the front room, and opens the door to the front. He walks outside just as another camera picks him up.
Torture: You don't want to go toe to toe with me, Chad. You can act scared, intimidated, tough, confident, whichever you like. Nothing phases me. You're not in my head, if that's what you're trying to do.
- He walks to the mail box an opens it up. Torture grabs the stack of mail inside and pulls it out. A stack of envelopes, advertisements, bills, and what-have-you is now in his hand. He firmly grips it tight in his left hand while his right hand closes the mail box. He walks back through the side door in the black fence that surrounds his property. The Tort is walking towards his H2 sitting in the driveway. He steps inside and drives off the property. A camera now inside the vehicle per passenger seat now picks him up.
Torture: To be honest, I was preparing a speech to perhaps build Chad Evans up. I mean, one half of me says he may have the talent an skill to make it in the Wrestling Championship Federation, while the other half of me says maybe he just randomly stumbles around going fight to fight with no personal goals or acheivments. I, on the other hand have all the acheivements anyone can ask for. Beaten everyone here, destroyed my arch enemies, and made a lot of friends and money to boot. Never forget how much money I have won.
Chad, some say I'm washed up.. that I'm an oreo with no cream, an erased chalkboard. You can side with that, or you can side with me, either way you're going to lose. I have no idea how many times I've said you're going to lose in this match, but I will say it again...
- Torture checks his reflection in his rearview mirror, then looks back into the camera.
Torture: You're going to lose.
- Just about that time, the H2 is seen pulling into a gas station. We see Torture head inside the store. Inside for maybe five minutes, before coming back out. Just as he does, three news vans, and two radio station cars pull up to encircle him. They all jump out with cameras, and voice recorders. They begin to fire questions as if he was on trial for a double murder of his wife and friend.
Question: Do you think you will be beat in the Main Event on Slam?
Question: A lot of people don't think you match up well with Evans?!
Question: How hard have you been training? You look good!
Question: What do you think of chocolate chip pancakes?!
- Everyone stops. The man who asked the silly question just holds his hand over his mouth. His face turning red..
Torture: First of all, I'm great so thanks for asking. Do I think I'll be beat on Sunday? Absolutely not. Let me say what I've been saying for years so I can sound like a digitally remastered remix of an old song. I am a legend, an icon, a destroyer of all opponents inside the squared circle, and no, I will not be beat. At least not by Chad Evans. As for people not thinking we don't match up well, or think the end is near for me, they're completely wrong. You have to be stupid to think I don't match up well with green-eared Chad. I can and will go punch to punch with Chad, because I can and will do everything he does but better. There is no way I will ever succumb to any move he has, and he may get close, but he will not defeat me.
Have I been training? Of course. I train every Monday, Wenesday and Friday. I trained early this morning; you guys know the schedule? I'm a professional wrestler, a man made god, an artist in and out of the ring. Of course, I train. Who do you think I am? Logan? Think I eat pizza and ice cream, and screw around with uglier woman than Roseanne Barr? Haha. Logan, that guy makes me laugh. Either way, yes I train. Now, what was the question about chocolate pancakes?
- The reporters begin to laugh, as they always get good quotes from The Tort. One of the reporters speaks up, however, and repeats the original question of chocolate pancakes.
Torture: Ahh yes. I think they're amazing. There is nothing more special about getting a forkful of pancakes and getting delicious chocolate chips. Especially with the syrup. You know the kind right guys? The thick syrup.. makes you feel all fat and stuff. Mmm. Good stuff.
- The reporters again laugh.. They thank him for his time, and move on. Torture bids them farewell and begins to pump his gas. As the gas pump stops, Torture finishes up and gets back into the H2. He turns the truck on, and leaves the gas station.
Torture: In closing, Chad, I will say this. You can call me all the 80's bands you want. Twisted Sister, Chicago, Def Leppard, Guns n Roses, whatever you want, because unlike most opponents you'll face, I don't get mad at the name calling or the slurs because I've seen and heard it all. Am I taking food out of your mouth? Yes. Will I continue to take food out of your mouth and off your table? Damn right I will. Chad, this is the world we live in. This is the Wrestling Championship Federation, a world of professional athletes matching up to take each other out. Bring your A game, Chad, bring your god damn competitive spirit. Pfft. Trying to take food out of your mouth, you kidding me? This is wrestling, not chess.
As for still in the game. You've raised the dear old question, my friend, you're asking why I'm still in Wrestling, what I have left to prove. It's easy. It's simple.. the WCF Hall of Fame. For some reason, when people talk about classics, or the all time favorites, I'm not listed. The Wrestling Championship Federation's own Hall of Fame does not list Torture. Not for any of my acheivements. No clue why, either, but I will not stop until I am under the Hall of Fame. Not just listed either.. I want to be number one. That's a real competitive spirit, Chad. Showing my emotions? Getting all 'sissy'? No. I've been the same ol' Torture for six years now. Do I show my emotions? Probably, yes. My own wife and child we're taken from me in ways I'm not even going to explain to you, because you won't even begin to fathom the idea of it. The name is Torture, because that's what I bring to the ring, that's what I unleash to my opponents. No need for a real name, because I'm a professional wrestler, not a cage-fighter.
Listen, Chad. You can go in on Sunday drunk, or sober. Confident or intimidated. You will not win. I will walk out the victor, dear friend. I will get one step closer to a Championship Belt that I never lost in the first place. I was stripped of that title, in all reality, and never lost it. Chad, you're just another stepping stone in this federation. I would say you're just a piece of the Icon-Puzzle that I've destroyed, but you're not even that good in my eyes. See you at Slam, weird sarcastic, not funny joke guy.
- Torture slips his sunglasses on, and heads towards the highway. The scene fades out as the H2 drives off into the distance, filtering into the other cars on the highway.
- We pan around the three story mansion of The One and Only's. The black gate that surrounds it, and the H2 in the driveway. We now are looking at the master bedroom of The Tort. He steps in wearing only boxers and long knee-high black socks. It must be business time. Torture grabs the khaki pants laying across the neatly made bed. He slips one leg on, and then notices the camera.
Torture: Oh hello. Didn't notice ya there. Just getting ready to get the mail and get on my way to Sunday Slam. You see? I am like everyone else.. I put my pants on one leg at a time.. except when I have my pants on, I win numerous Championships, and win basically every match I'm in. Except for the tag team matches I had with Creeping Death. He always got pinned. Whatever.
- He finishes putting on the pants. He zips and buttons up. He grabs the white tee which is also laying across the bed.
Torture: If there is one thing I'm experienced in, Chad, it's listening to a bunch of nonsense, and babble. Blades, Ellis, even the almighty Logan did it. I've heard it all. Blah blah, one second you're scared, one second you believe in defeating me, then one second you're spewing your mouth off as if you were the Niagra Falls. I don't get it, Evans. You're almost as bad as that retard Reckless Jack, though we'll get to that talentless shit some other day. For now, I'll just focus on the matter at hand.. defeating you.
It can't be hard. Being at the top like I am, you see a lot of guys come and go. A lot of the same thing. Though, Evans I will say this.. I pick up sarcasm like I do gold Championship Belts.
- The white shirt goes on.. Torture tucks it into his pants.
Torture: The reporters? The 'stalkers'? the cameras and flash bulbs.. brother, it's all a part of the game. Well, my game anyway. It's not exactly a game for guys like.. Outcast, Hardkore, and Gonz0.. they haven't seen a victory in wrestling since it was still EWE's XCW. But either which way, Chad, you're not coming out the victor.. at least not this time.
Nope. This time, Torture will win again, and the fans will boo me, and you'll be mad though you'll respect yourself more because you got so close to getting to the top of the mountain, or in this case, getting close to the Final Round of this World Championship Tournament. Don't mind the media so much, they won't bother you if you know how to conduct your business.
Listen, Chad. You're a rookie so I'll explain this in simple terms. I'm not going to murder you, or even remotely kill you. As for my past, and my bio, let me clear the air..
I was born in Modesto. Moved to Chicago, but I still have a house in Los Angeles. Chad, I don't want to scare you anymore than you probably are, but I can literally be in two different places at once. Haha. Okay, not once, but twice.
- He picks up a polo shirt, and slips it on. The blue and white strips against the ash shirt shine bright like a shining star.. a shining star named Torture. He looks back into the camera while walking downstairs.
Torture: I went from the bottom of bottoms, dude, and now I'm at the top of the top. Sounds a bit cliche, but what else do you want from me? Chad, this coming Sunday is going to be a great main event. Notice how I said Main Event? That's because we're in the main event. But then again.. what else do you want from me? A sub-par performance? Never. I'll main event from here on out, and there will be no one who will stop me. Not even you.. and your style from two other sub-par wrestlers. I never talk shit about people that can't defend themselves, but remember when I talked about Reckless Jack's talentless ass? Well, he's not alone in that boat.. Bobby Cairo belongs in there as well. They were both so bad, that I bet they couldn't even hack it in GWC. And anyone can hack it there..
- He reaches the bottom of the stairs. He turns through the front room, and opens the door to the front. He walks outside just as another camera picks him up.
Torture: You don't want to go toe to toe with me, Chad. You can act scared, intimidated, tough, confident, whichever you like. Nothing phases me. You're not in my head, if that's what you're trying to do.
- He walks to the mail box an opens it up. Torture grabs the stack of mail inside and pulls it out. A stack of envelopes, advertisements, bills, and what-have-you is now in his hand. He firmly grips it tight in his left hand while his right hand closes the mail box. He walks back through the side door in the black fence that surrounds his property. The Tort is walking towards his H2 sitting in the driveway. He steps inside and drives off the property. A camera now inside the vehicle per passenger seat now picks him up.
Torture: To be honest, I was preparing a speech to perhaps build Chad Evans up. I mean, one half of me says he may have the talent an skill to make it in the Wrestling Championship Federation, while the other half of me says maybe he just randomly stumbles around going fight to fight with no personal goals or acheivments. I, on the other hand have all the acheivements anyone can ask for. Beaten everyone here, destroyed my arch enemies, and made a lot of friends and money to boot. Never forget how much money I have won.
Chad, some say I'm washed up.. that I'm an oreo with no cream, an erased chalkboard. You can side with that, or you can side with me, either way you're going to lose. I have no idea how many times I've said you're going to lose in this match, but I will say it again...
- Torture checks his reflection in his rearview mirror, then looks back into the camera.
Torture: You're going to lose.
- Just about that time, the H2 is seen pulling into a gas station. We see Torture head inside the store. Inside for maybe five minutes, before coming back out. Just as he does, three news vans, and two radio station cars pull up to encircle him. They all jump out with cameras, and voice recorders. They begin to fire questions as if he was on trial for a double murder of his wife and friend.
Question: Do you think you will be beat in the Main Event on Slam?
Question: A lot of people don't think you match up well with Evans?!
Question: How hard have you been training? You look good!
Question: What do you think of chocolate chip pancakes?!
- Everyone stops. The man who asked the silly question just holds his hand over his mouth. His face turning red..
Torture: First of all, I'm great so thanks for asking. Do I think I'll be beat on Sunday? Absolutely not. Let me say what I've been saying for years so I can sound like a digitally remastered remix of an old song. I am a legend, an icon, a destroyer of all opponents inside the squared circle, and no, I will not be beat. At least not by Chad Evans. As for people not thinking we don't match up well, or think the end is near for me, they're completely wrong. You have to be stupid to think I don't match up well with green-eared Chad. I can and will go punch to punch with Chad, because I can and will do everything he does but better. There is no way I will ever succumb to any move he has, and he may get close, but he will not defeat me.
Have I been training? Of course. I train every Monday, Wenesday and Friday. I trained early this morning; you guys know the schedule? I'm a professional wrestler, a man made god, an artist in and out of the ring. Of course, I train. Who do you think I am? Logan? Think I eat pizza and ice cream, and screw around with uglier woman than Roseanne Barr? Haha. Logan, that guy makes me laugh. Either way, yes I train. Now, what was the question about chocolate pancakes?
- The reporters begin to laugh, as they always get good quotes from The Tort. One of the reporters speaks up, however, and repeats the original question of chocolate pancakes.
Torture: Ahh yes. I think they're amazing. There is nothing more special about getting a forkful of pancakes and getting delicious chocolate chips. Especially with the syrup. You know the kind right guys? The thick syrup.. makes you feel all fat and stuff. Mmm. Good stuff.
- The reporters again laugh.. They thank him for his time, and move on. Torture bids them farewell and begins to pump his gas. As the gas pump stops, Torture finishes up and gets back into the H2. He turns the truck on, and leaves the gas station.
Torture: In closing, Chad, I will say this. You can call me all the 80's bands you want. Twisted Sister, Chicago, Def Leppard, Guns n Roses, whatever you want, because unlike most opponents you'll face, I don't get mad at the name calling or the slurs because I've seen and heard it all. Am I taking food out of your mouth? Yes. Will I continue to take food out of your mouth and off your table? Damn right I will. Chad, this is the world we live in. This is the Wrestling Championship Federation, a world of professional athletes matching up to take each other out. Bring your A game, Chad, bring your god damn competitive spirit. Pfft. Trying to take food out of your mouth, you kidding me? This is wrestling, not chess.
As for still in the game. You've raised the dear old question, my friend, you're asking why I'm still in Wrestling, what I have left to prove. It's easy. It's simple.. the WCF Hall of Fame. For some reason, when people talk about classics, or the all time favorites, I'm not listed. The Wrestling Championship Federation's own Hall of Fame does not list Torture. Not for any of my acheivements. No clue why, either, but I will not stop until I am under the Hall of Fame. Not just listed either.. I want to be number one. That's a real competitive spirit, Chad. Showing my emotions? Getting all 'sissy'? No. I've been the same ol' Torture for six years now. Do I show my emotions? Probably, yes. My own wife and child we're taken from me in ways I'm not even going to explain to you, because you won't even begin to fathom the idea of it. The name is Torture, because that's what I bring to the ring, that's what I unleash to my opponents. No need for a real name, because I'm a professional wrestler, not a cage-fighter.
Listen, Chad. You can go in on Sunday drunk, or sober. Confident or intimidated. You will not win. I will walk out the victor, dear friend. I will get one step closer to a Championship Belt that I never lost in the first place. I was stripped of that title, in all reality, and never lost it. Chad, you're just another stepping stone in this federation. I would say you're just a piece of the Icon-Puzzle that I've destroyed, but you're not even that good in my eyes. See you at Slam, weird sarcastic, not funny joke guy.
- Torture slips his sunglasses on, and heads towards the highway. The scene fades out as the H2 drives off into the distance, filtering into the other cars on the highway.
