Post by Torture on Feb 4, 2009 5:32:25 GMT -5
- Tortures head leans back. We pan around to the scene that just faded in. It's his home. More importantly, it's his kitchen table. The chandelier hanging above the table is dim. Everything is shadows but Torture's upper half. He slowly moves his hands to the top of the table from his lap. His five o'clock shadow, and sleepy eyes tell us that he hasn't slept since Monday Night's Slam. It's Wednesday morning around 3:30 A.M. in Los Angeles, California.
Torture: This is what it felt like being on top last time. The target. The rest gunning for me, trying to take what's mine, something I worked hard for. Trying to survive. Not me. I did survive. But them. They're trying to survive. They want more than gold and blood. They want me down and out. They want me to walk in to a trap and never walk out. This is what being a World Champion is all about.
Gravedigger attacked first. He moved the first chess piece. If only I would have thought of something so dark, first, maybe I wouldn't be in this position. Maybe I wouldn't be sitting in the dark in my own house talking to ghosts and empty kitchen chairs. When I was inside that casket, I saw things. I saw the grasp that I had in Wrestling Championship Federation slipping. One minute I'm on top, and no more than two hours later, I'm pushing my way through the scrap metal of a coffin. I guess that's my lesson for thinking I'm always invincible. That's my lesson.
This week, Gravedigger is the least of my worries. On Monday Night I have to defend my World Heavyweight Championship title against Prince Jimmy Dean, just five days before I have my final war with Gravedigger. Dean. That name makes me sick. The pit of my stomach drops every time I think of that name. Reminds me of my past. Jimmy Dean has something, that I don't. Losses. I don't know how it feels to lose. I mean, I lost matches before.. but once I was 'reborn', I always kept finding ways to defeat my opponents.
- He puts his hands to his face to rub his eyes. He opens his eyes and notices someone sitting across from him. It's Natasha.
Torture: No. You can't be here. You're gone. You're not really here.
- He puts his hands back to his face. After rubbing his eyes he opens them. He notices the man sitting across from him. This time, it's Corey Black with a mask on.. it's Creeping Death.
Torture: Why?
- The mask doesn't move. No blinking. Still.
Torture: I don't know why I keep imagining you, but I do. I don't like it. I don't like you. I don't know why you're here..
- Again, the figure doesn't move.
Torture: ANSWER ME!
- With the yelling comes two fists slamming down on the table. Torture slowly puts his head down. He rests his forehead on his arms that are now crossed laying on the table top. He slowly lifts his head and realizes Creeping Death is gone.
Torture: It's the casket. I was in that casket, and when I came out, this started happening. It's the casket.
- Torture slowly stands up. He turns to the left and walks towards the living room. He stops. He turns to the right and notices the staircase. He climbs each step reaching the top. He heads down the short hallway and stops at his bedroom. He pushes the door open.
Torture: Gravedigger will pay. Because of Gravedigger, now Prince Jimmy Dean will pay. They'll all pay. The reign of Torture, better yet, the Reign of the New Dynasty has begun. For now though. It's time to sleep.
- Torture falls forward and lands on the bed. The scene fades out.
Torture: This is what it felt like being on top last time. The target. The rest gunning for me, trying to take what's mine, something I worked hard for. Trying to survive. Not me. I did survive. But them. They're trying to survive. They want more than gold and blood. They want me down and out. They want me to walk in to a trap and never walk out. This is what being a World Champion is all about.
Gravedigger attacked first. He moved the first chess piece. If only I would have thought of something so dark, first, maybe I wouldn't be in this position. Maybe I wouldn't be sitting in the dark in my own house talking to ghosts and empty kitchen chairs. When I was inside that casket, I saw things. I saw the grasp that I had in Wrestling Championship Federation slipping. One minute I'm on top, and no more than two hours later, I'm pushing my way through the scrap metal of a coffin. I guess that's my lesson for thinking I'm always invincible. That's my lesson.
This week, Gravedigger is the least of my worries. On Monday Night I have to defend my World Heavyweight Championship title against Prince Jimmy Dean, just five days before I have my final war with Gravedigger. Dean. That name makes me sick. The pit of my stomach drops every time I think of that name. Reminds me of my past. Jimmy Dean has something, that I don't. Losses. I don't know how it feels to lose. I mean, I lost matches before.. but once I was 'reborn', I always kept finding ways to defeat my opponents.
- He puts his hands to his face to rub his eyes. He opens his eyes and notices someone sitting across from him. It's Natasha.
Torture: No. You can't be here. You're gone. You're not really here.
- He puts his hands back to his face. After rubbing his eyes he opens them. He notices the man sitting across from him. This time, it's Corey Black with a mask on.. it's Creeping Death.
Torture: Why?
- The mask doesn't move. No blinking. Still.
Torture: I don't know why I keep imagining you, but I do. I don't like it. I don't like you. I don't know why you're here..
- Again, the figure doesn't move.
Torture: ANSWER ME!
- With the yelling comes two fists slamming down on the table. Torture slowly puts his head down. He rests his forehead on his arms that are now crossed laying on the table top. He slowly lifts his head and realizes Creeping Death is gone.
Torture: It's the casket. I was in that casket, and when I came out, this started happening. It's the casket.
- Torture slowly stands up. He turns to the left and walks towards the living room. He stops. He turns to the right and notices the staircase. He climbs each step reaching the top. He heads down the short hallway and stops at his bedroom. He pushes the door open.
Torture: Gravedigger will pay. Because of Gravedigger, now Prince Jimmy Dean will pay. They'll all pay. The reign of Torture, better yet, the Reign of the New Dynasty has begun. For now though. It's time to sleep.
- Torture falls forward and lands on the bed. The scene fades out.
