Post by Torture on Feb 12, 2009 5:37:07 GMT -5
Drew Rosenhaus: Tort. How the hell is it going?
- 'The Shark', Rosenhaus walks up to a park bench. It's the middle of the afternoon on a great, and sunny day in down town Chicago. The park bench is sitting one person. Torture. Wearing his shades, and casual wear, he asks Drew to sit down across from him.
Torture: Sit down.
Drew: What's up bro?
Torture: WCF.
Drew: Contract? Man, I can't get you anymore money, but I can make sure you get paid for more appearances?
Torture: I care less for that, it's about the god damn matches I'm getting.
Drew: My hands are tied.. Gravedigger is in charge.. Ever since he got the job, us Agents that represent you guys got blocked out of the organization..
Torture: Listen. How many times is he going to book me and him in matches. Triple Threat matches, Tag matches, I'm getting sick of it. I'm tired of him and the Dark Side. After this Casket Match, I'm done with him. He has me booked TWO days after Thirteen. What's the deal..
Drew: You ARE the World Champion..
Torture: AND I DESERVE BETTER!
- Torture slams his fists down on the table and stands up. Drew stays calm, and stays put at the bench. Torture begins to pace around. He checks his surroundings. No one knows Torture and Drew are at the park. If people did know, they wouldn't get very much privacy.
Drew: There is nothing I can do about that..
Torture: Make some calls? Get your head in there? You're the shark!
Drew: I know, I can try tomorrow morning, but the best thing we can hope for is that Gravedigger isn't in charge anymore. When that day comes, things will get better.
Torture: I'm the longest reigning Hardcore Champion, was the longest reigning World Champion, both titles, mind you, I never lost. I never lost the Peoples Championship either, and I was the only two time Peoples Champion.
Drew: I get it, I get it..
Torture: WELL SOME PEOPLE DON'T.
- Torture still pacing around like a mad man. Drew gets up from the bench and continues talking.
Drew: You just have to be you, bro. Keep fighting, be the man you once were.. be the Torture everyone feared..
Torture: I am that Torture..
Drew: Don't you see? Gravedigger wants this. He wants you to be frustrated dude. You're giving in to him. He even called you out on the last Slam, saying Dynasty wasn't anything, and you guys held no threat.
Torture: Yeah, I have a little something for his threat? Does he think it's some sort of game? Because if this is a game, then I will win. Drew, mark my god damn words, I will win.
Drew: This is the Torture I like..
Torture: You still rep our old friend?
Drew: Ahuh.
Torture: Fly him to Minnesota. He still owes me a favor, if Gravedigger wants shock and awe, he's getting it.
Drew: Done.
Torture: I guess it's time to get serious. Time for me to start putting names on shelf's, and wrestlers out of commission. It's time for me to go back to being the Icon-Killer. I'm a Wrestling God, Rosenhaus, and Gravedigger will soon find out what happens when you call me out. Want me to compete with you on a whole 'nother level, GD? You got it. Here's me being more competitive. I hope he shows up with his A game on Friday. He'll need it.
Drew: Great.
Torture: Oh, the real reason I called you to fly out here and have this meeting..
Drew: This.. wasn't apart of the meeting?
Torture: God no. You think.. haha. You think I want to hear career advice from you? What the hell do you know about wrestling inside a ring?
Drew: True.
Torture: It's Chris Avery. He wants to know if he can get some sort of Season tickets for the Chicago Bears or something. I don't know, I just told him I'd talk to you about it.. but make it sound like you're offering. He's pretty down on himself, because he got pinned during our Tag Match, and he hasn't exactly fulfilled expectations. Maybe if you offer Bears Tickets or whatever, it'll boost his morale.
Drew: Right. Got it. That's simple.
Torture: Good. Remember, no one knew about this.
Drew: Done.
Torture: See you around..
- Torture walks about fifteen feet towards the street where his black H2 is sitting. He loads up in the front seat and peels out while leaving. Drew takes his cell phone out of his pocket and answers what is probably a very important, and very busy call.
- 'The Shark', Rosenhaus walks up to a park bench. It's the middle of the afternoon on a great, and sunny day in down town Chicago. The park bench is sitting one person. Torture. Wearing his shades, and casual wear, he asks Drew to sit down across from him.
Torture: Sit down.
Drew: What's up bro?
Torture: WCF.
Drew: Contract? Man, I can't get you anymore money, but I can make sure you get paid for more appearances?
Torture: I care less for that, it's about the god damn matches I'm getting.
Drew: My hands are tied.. Gravedigger is in charge.. Ever since he got the job, us Agents that represent you guys got blocked out of the organization..
Torture: Listen. How many times is he going to book me and him in matches. Triple Threat matches, Tag matches, I'm getting sick of it. I'm tired of him and the Dark Side. After this Casket Match, I'm done with him. He has me booked TWO days after Thirteen. What's the deal..
Drew: You ARE the World Champion..
Torture: AND I DESERVE BETTER!
- Torture slams his fists down on the table and stands up. Drew stays calm, and stays put at the bench. Torture begins to pace around. He checks his surroundings. No one knows Torture and Drew are at the park. If people did know, they wouldn't get very much privacy.
Drew: There is nothing I can do about that..
Torture: Make some calls? Get your head in there? You're the shark!
Drew: I know, I can try tomorrow morning, but the best thing we can hope for is that Gravedigger isn't in charge anymore. When that day comes, things will get better.
Torture: I'm the longest reigning Hardcore Champion, was the longest reigning World Champion, both titles, mind you, I never lost. I never lost the Peoples Championship either, and I was the only two time Peoples Champion.
Drew: I get it, I get it..
Torture: WELL SOME PEOPLE DON'T.
- Torture still pacing around like a mad man. Drew gets up from the bench and continues talking.
Drew: You just have to be you, bro. Keep fighting, be the man you once were.. be the Torture everyone feared..
Torture: I am that Torture..
Drew: Don't you see? Gravedigger wants this. He wants you to be frustrated dude. You're giving in to him. He even called you out on the last Slam, saying Dynasty wasn't anything, and you guys held no threat.
Torture: Yeah, I have a little something for his threat? Does he think it's some sort of game? Because if this is a game, then I will win. Drew, mark my god damn words, I will win.
Drew: This is the Torture I like..
Torture: You still rep our old friend?
Drew: Ahuh.
Torture: Fly him to Minnesota. He still owes me a favor, if Gravedigger wants shock and awe, he's getting it.
Drew: Done.
Torture: I guess it's time to get serious. Time for me to start putting names on shelf's, and wrestlers out of commission. It's time for me to go back to being the Icon-Killer. I'm a Wrestling God, Rosenhaus, and Gravedigger will soon find out what happens when you call me out. Want me to compete with you on a whole 'nother level, GD? You got it. Here's me being more competitive. I hope he shows up with his A game on Friday. He'll need it.
Drew: Great.
Torture: Oh, the real reason I called you to fly out here and have this meeting..
Drew: This.. wasn't apart of the meeting?
Torture: God no. You think.. haha. You think I want to hear career advice from you? What the hell do you know about wrestling inside a ring?
Drew: True.
Torture: It's Chris Avery. He wants to know if he can get some sort of Season tickets for the Chicago Bears or something. I don't know, I just told him I'd talk to you about it.. but make it sound like you're offering. He's pretty down on himself, because he got pinned during our Tag Match, and he hasn't exactly fulfilled expectations. Maybe if you offer Bears Tickets or whatever, it'll boost his morale.
Drew: Right. Got it. That's simple.
Torture: Good. Remember, no one knew about this.
Drew: Done.
Torture: See you around..
- Torture walks about fifteen feet towards the street where his black H2 is sitting. He loads up in the front seat and peels out while leaving. Drew takes his cell phone out of his pocket and answers what is probably a very important, and very busy call.
