Post by Torture on Jan 25, 2009 6:22:56 GMT -5
- The eve of Rebirth. Less than eighteen hours away from what some say, could change the face of Wrestling Championship Federation. Black. Digger. Tort. The names are there. The money is there. The intensity is raising. The chills. It's all there. Torture is sitting in the hotel lobby bar and grill. It's 1am. Televisions are on promoting the event, which is just two miles up the road. The bartender brings another drink to Torture. The bartender sets down a second mug of beer placed right outside the frame.
Torture: It's time Wrestling Championship Federation was led by a real Champion. A real warrior with heart, dedication, and a true sense of direction. Seth Lerch is messed up. I don't know if he needs my help or not, but I can't stand back while Gravedigger runs this show. I'm not saying I can't go to the ring week in and week out and throw down to the best of my abilities, because quite frankly, I've been doing it for four weeks straight. I just know Gravedigger has something up his sleeve. I know this just isn't going to be a three way match. Gravedigger, man. He always has something going on.
- Torture sips from his mug, and places it back down.
Torture: I have to especially watch Corey Black in this match too. I know we have incredible ring chemistry, and all of the tag matches and hell we went through is surely visible when we stand in the ring together, but I know he won't fall for anything. He's going to be on his A game, but I can't let my guard down. I have to attack, attack, and attack. I have to swing for the fences on this one.
You know what he said the other day? He said this match shouldn't even take place? What the hell is he talking about? He's still the World Champion? Uhm. I never lost the title either! I was fired, and then thrown to the curb. Whatever. Black can talk about how he's the measuring stick for this company, but after Sunday, he'll have plenty of time to plan his 'show' when I'm sitting in my house with the World Title gold, and he's at home.. planning his show.. without gol... You know, I don't really know where I was going with that, but you get my point.
- Torture laughs at himself and picks up his mug. Torture wearing his usual prep-style clothing. We slowly pan out and notice another person sitting across from the table Torture is sitting at. It's Chris Avery. Avery sets down his mug of dark beer.
Chris Avery: So I don't get it. Why did you fly me here?
- The Tort takes a huge swig, wipes his lips and begins.
Torture: It's simple. Wrestling Championship Federation is hiring wrestlers. The roster needs to be fattened up. They're offering big money for such small clients. I figured, two birds with one stone. Second bird? I need some help. Look, I don't need help tomorrow at Rebirth, but I'm going to need help cleaning this Federation up. Brad Kane, Chad Evans.. I mean.. these guys think it's cool to film hardcore sex, and talk about it in front of the thousands of fans like we care? We don't. I can't have Evans, Black, Prince Jimmy Dean, and Davey Boone walking around like they own the place. It's called The Order. It needs to happen. The Order is simple. There is the bottom, the middle, and the top. We're the top. Corey Black and Gravedigger are the middle. As for the rest of them?
Avery: Bottom.
Torture: Exactly. I have a contract up in my suite. You need to fill it out and turn it in tomorrow. I'm sure you'll have no problems getting into the event, as you've worked here before. You just gotta be ready. The Order takes place tomorrow. Also. We'll be working with one other person. If it all goes according to plan.
Avery: Yeah? We're going to be working with like.. a specialist?
Torture: Yeah. I'd say he's special. The dudes whack, but with his in-ring knowledge, and skill, I can't afford not to surround myself with very successful people. He'll be at Rebirth tomorrow. I don't think he'll be coming to the ring in my match or anything, and quite frankly, I don't need his help or anyone's help, but I may be facing a numbers game. Let's face it. Because of my success, I'm not the most liked guy in the game.
Avery: True that. So.. how do we take care of this problem.. and succeed in executing operation: The Order.
Torture: Simple. We beat sense into each and every one of them. Listen, Avery. In order for this to work, we must show them that we are the top of the mountain. We must show them who the real lion is in the jungle. Gravedigger wants to show us numbers by using Chester and Mike D and that other goon? That's fine. By the next slam, I'll have enough numbers on my side to go toe to toe with them. It's what has to be done, and it's what should have been done weeks ago. Seth Lerch should have seen this coming... Wrestling Championship Federation isn't just offering up World Championship Gold anymore... this match isn't just for the World Heavyweight Championship title bro. It's more than that.
- Avery's eyes widen up. Torture uses his hands to explain that this is on such a larger scale of just World Title gold. Torture finishes..
Torture: This match at Rebirth with Corey Black, Gravedigger and myself? It's for power. Using raw emotion, and pure hatred in the ring tomorrow will help me succeed the power that is needed for Operation: The Order. You feel me? Tomorrow night I will win the World Heavyweight Championship title, and become the most powerful man in WCF. The top of the food chain. Then, my black friend from Chicago. Then, we start cleaning this place up.
Avery: Fuck yeah.
- Torture looks off into the distant corner of the bar. A small television is promoting the event once again. Tort picks up his mug and finishes off his beer. He sets it down, wipes his upper lip, and stands up. It's the eve of Rebirth.
Torture: It's time Wrestling Championship Federation was led by a real Champion. A real warrior with heart, dedication, and a true sense of direction. Seth Lerch is messed up. I don't know if he needs my help or not, but I can't stand back while Gravedigger runs this show. I'm not saying I can't go to the ring week in and week out and throw down to the best of my abilities, because quite frankly, I've been doing it for four weeks straight. I just know Gravedigger has something up his sleeve. I know this just isn't going to be a three way match. Gravedigger, man. He always has something going on.
- Torture sips from his mug, and places it back down.
Torture: I have to especially watch Corey Black in this match too. I know we have incredible ring chemistry, and all of the tag matches and hell we went through is surely visible when we stand in the ring together, but I know he won't fall for anything. He's going to be on his A game, but I can't let my guard down. I have to attack, attack, and attack. I have to swing for the fences on this one.
You know what he said the other day? He said this match shouldn't even take place? What the hell is he talking about? He's still the World Champion? Uhm. I never lost the title either! I was fired, and then thrown to the curb. Whatever. Black can talk about how he's the measuring stick for this company, but after Sunday, he'll have plenty of time to plan his 'show' when I'm sitting in my house with the World Title gold, and he's at home.. planning his show.. without gol... You know, I don't really know where I was going with that, but you get my point.
- Torture laughs at himself and picks up his mug. Torture wearing his usual prep-style clothing. We slowly pan out and notice another person sitting across from the table Torture is sitting at. It's Chris Avery. Avery sets down his mug of dark beer.
Chris Avery: So I don't get it. Why did you fly me here?
- The Tort takes a huge swig, wipes his lips and begins.
Torture: It's simple. Wrestling Championship Federation is hiring wrestlers. The roster needs to be fattened up. They're offering big money for such small clients. I figured, two birds with one stone. Second bird? I need some help. Look, I don't need help tomorrow at Rebirth, but I'm going to need help cleaning this Federation up. Brad Kane, Chad Evans.. I mean.. these guys think it's cool to film hardcore sex, and talk about it in front of the thousands of fans like we care? We don't. I can't have Evans, Black, Prince Jimmy Dean, and Davey Boone walking around like they own the place. It's called The Order. It needs to happen. The Order is simple. There is the bottom, the middle, and the top. We're the top. Corey Black and Gravedigger are the middle. As for the rest of them?
Avery: Bottom.
Torture: Exactly. I have a contract up in my suite. You need to fill it out and turn it in tomorrow. I'm sure you'll have no problems getting into the event, as you've worked here before. You just gotta be ready. The Order takes place tomorrow. Also. We'll be working with one other person. If it all goes according to plan.
Avery: Yeah? We're going to be working with like.. a specialist?
Torture: Yeah. I'd say he's special. The dudes whack, but with his in-ring knowledge, and skill, I can't afford not to surround myself with very successful people. He'll be at Rebirth tomorrow. I don't think he'll be coming to the ring in my match or anything, and quite frankly, I don't need his help or anyone's help, but I may be facing a numbers game. Let's face it. Because of my success, I'm not the most liked guy in the game.
Avery: True that. So.. how do we take care of this problem.. and succeed in executing operation: The Order.
Torture: Simple. We beat sense into each and every one of them. Listen, Avery. In order for this to work, we must show them that we are the top of the mountain. We must show them who the real lion is in the jungle. Gravedigger wants to show us numbers by using Chester and Mike D and that other goon? That's fine. By the next slam, I'll have enough numbers on my side to go toe to toe with them. It's what has to be done, and it's what should have been done weeks ago. Seth Lerch should have seen this coming... Wrestling Championship Federation isn't just offering up World Championship Gold anymore... this match isn't just for the World Heavyweight Championship title bro. It's more than that.
- Avery's eyes widen up. Torture uses his hands to explain that this is on such a larger scale of just World Title gold. Torture finishes..
Torture: This match at Rebirth with Corey Black, Gravedigger and myself? It's for power. Using raw emotion, and pure hatred in the ring tomorrow will help me succeed the power that is needed for Operation: The Order. You feel me? Tomorrow night I will win the World Heavyweight Championship title, and become the most powerful man in WCF. The top of the food chain. Then, my black friend from Chicago. Then, we start cleaning this place up.
Avery: Fuck yeah.
- Torture looks off into the distant corner of the bar. A small television is promoting the event once again. Tort picks up his mug and finishes off his beer. He sets it down, wipes his upper lip, and stands up. It's the eve of Rebirth.
