Post by Torture on Feb 17, 2009 1:29:55 GMT -5
Therapist: Tort! I'm glad you called! Come in.
- 9. Tuesday morning. Torture, wearing a full black suit with matching boots, comes into the office and sits down on the couch. Torture opens his suit coat, and reaches behind himself to unbuckle the World Heavyweight Championship title from his waist. He sets the title down across the arm of the couch. The Therapist sits down in his chair with a pen and notepad. He adjusts his reading glasses, and starts the conversation.
Therapist: I notice you have the World Title here? Why?
Torture: What do you mean why?
Therapist: Okay... Why did you call?
Torture: I told you on the phone. I'm seeing things. I'll be sitting at a table, then people appear. My wife. Her son. I don't want them to appear anymore.
Therapist: Maybe it's time to let them go. Maybe deep down you still feel they're here. Maybe they're trying to tell you that it's okay to move on, to go to the next level.
Torture: Why do I see Creeping Death? Howard Dean? Toni Armuchi? Hell. I hate all of them. Creep's isn't even dead? I don't get it!
Therapist: Maybe you want to think about them? Do you, deep down, feel about them?
Torture: What?
Therapist: In your sub-conscience you probably feel the times when they were on your side. When you were close to them. The happy memories. To me, it already sounds like you don't want to forget that. You are..
Torture: Dean and Armuchi were linked to the murders of my Wife and my step son. They drove a man who I called my brother to killing the family that I love. A family, mind you, that I never, EVER, had. You think, I'm remembering happy times? You think, deep down, I respect them? Are you kidding me?
Therapist: Take it easy Torture..
- The Torts fists clench tight. The veins in his back hand begin to pump. Torture sits up.
Torture: Creeping Death is not someone on my Christmas list, Doc. I don't, deep down, respect him. I hate him. I loathe him. I want him to never step foot inside a Wrestling Championship Federation ring again. I don't want him to just stop wrestling, I want him to stop showing up altogether. I want him to stop talking, I want him to stop breathing. Don't you get it?
Therapist: Because you respect him, you can't make him stop, am I right? I mean, you're not even picturing him as Corey Black, you're imagining him as Creeping Death...
Torture: Shut up! Just shut up!
- The Tort stands up and begins pacing around. His voice is now louder, and much more demanding.
Torture: No, I don't respect him. You are not listening. He is everything I am not. What I have built for myself since I began wrestling is something he could never do. The clothing lines, the billions, the Championships, the wins that no other wrestler could ever pull off. I did it. Not him! Corey Black could never do that in four lifetimes. I am a living legend, I am the greatest Wrestler that has ever graced the WCF ring, I am the one that thousands, upon thousands, of 'contenders' shoot for, yet I am the one that pins those thousands, upon thousands of challengers. I'm the Icon-Killer. I am the Heavyweight Champion. I am the greatest.
Corey Black is not the king of anything. I'm the true King of Kings. I've walked through hell, and to the dismay of everyone involved, I have walked out. You will hate me forever, and to be honest, it's the way I like it. The cards are always stacked against me, yet I'm always beating the odds. I'm the one with the Gold.
What makes anyone think that Black is better than me? Because he won his own Death match Tournament? A tournament mind you, that only had three real participants? That's being REALLY generous to Logan too. Rick Mad should have won that tournament, and everyone knows it, but the fact that he lost to Black twice in one night makes me want to puke.
- Torture looks at the bookcase that stands in front of him. The Therapist behind him, tries to calm him back down. Insisting he sits down, but Torture doesn't want to hear any of it.
Therapist: Sit down, Tort. You should just calm down.
Torture: No, I won't calm down. I'm sick and tired of you telling me that I need to calm down..
- Torture's face red. His hands clenched again.
Therapist: Then maybe you need to do something about it. If calming down doesn't work, maybe you need to use your emotion..
- A light just turned on in The One and Only's head. A switch just clicked. A button has just been pressed.
Torture: .. What?..
Therapist: Maybe, just maybe, You're just sick and tired of being hated on, and you need to show... SHOW people.. what you mean? Obviously you aren't taken seriously enough for your liking.. Maybe, because of Corey Black, you're not in the Hall of Fame? Maybe you're not even a notable mention on the long list of names that's kept sacred to all of WCF because you haven't beaten Black...That's the main reason you showed up with the World Title.. you're afraid no one will think you're hall of fame worthy..
Torture: I AM THE HALL OF FAME. I AM MR. WCF. I AM A LEGEND.
Therapist: You are Torture. That is all.
Torture: Don't tell ME what I am.
Therapist: Exact..
- Torture grabs the Therapist and throws him on his desk. The Tort still has him by his coat collar.
Torture: Listen up, and listen good.
- His eyes are bloodshot. His face is boiling red. Torture just lost his temper.
Torture: Corey Black will feel every single emotion I have right now. What Black has been through for the last decade will seem empty compared to what I have in store for him on Sunday. Black will feel what others have felt. He'll understand the true heartache that others have come to live with for so long. Black will fully know, on Sunday in the Ring, that Torture is not playing games any longer. No special appearances, no friends, no connections, and no bailout plans. If Gravedigger doesn't want me to out smart Corey Black, then I guess I'll just have to BEAT Corey Black. Now tell me one more time, that I don't deserve anyt...
Therapist: You don't deser..
- Torture grabs the Therapist tight. He shoves him into the desk. His teeth grit together hard, and his eyes shut.
- His eyes open.
Chris Avery: Tort!
- Avery opens the door along with the Therapist's secretary. They rush over to the desk, and break the two apart. Avery grabs Torture. The secretary asks if everything is okay as she helps her boss to his feet.
Therapist: We had a breakthrough..
- Sweat runs off of Torture. He grabs his breath. Avery grabs the World Title and grabs Torture as they back out of the room. Torture and the Therapist lock eyes.. The Tort realizes.. it was a breakthrough..
- 9. Tuesday morning. Torture, wearing a full black suit with matching boots, comes into the office and sits down on the couch. Torture opens his suit coat, and reaches behind himself to unbuckle the World Heavyweight Championship title from his waist. He sets the title down across the arm of the couch. The Therapist sits down in his chair with a pen and notepad. He adjusts his reading glasses, and starts the conversation.
Therapist: I notice you have the World Title here? Why?
Torture: What do you mean why?
Therapist: Okay... Why did you call?
Torture: I told you on the phone. I'm seeing things. I'll be sitting at a table, then people appear. My wife. Her son. I don't want them to appear anymore.
Therapist: Maybe it's time to let them go. Maybe deep down you still feel they're here. Maybe they're trying to tell you that it's okay to move on, to go to the next level.
Torture: Why do I see Creeping Death? Howard Dean? Toni Armuchi? Hell. I hate all of them. Creep's isn't even dead? I don't get it!
Therapist: Maybe you want to think about them? Do you, deep down, feel about them?
Torture: What?
Therapist: In your sub-conscience you probably feel the times when they were on your side. When you were close to them. The happy memories. To me, it already sounds like you don't want to forget that. You are..
Torture: Dean and Armuchi were linked to the murders of my Wife and my step son. They drove a man who I called my brother to killing the family that I love. A family, mind you, that I never, EVER, had. You think, I'm remembering happy times? You think, deep down, I respect them? Are you kidding me?
Therapist: Take it easy Torture..
- The Torts fists clench tight. The veins in his back hand begin to pump. Torture sits up.
Torture: Creeping Death is not someone on my Christmas list, Doc. I don't, deep down, respect him. I hate him. I loathe him. I want him to never step foot inside a Wrestling Championship Federation ring again. I don't want him to just stop wrestling, I want him to stop showing up altogether. I want him to stop talking, I want him to stop breathing. Don't you get it?
Therapist: Because you respect him, you can't make him stop, am I right? I mean, you're not even picturing him as Corey Black, you're imagining him as Creeping Death...
Torture: Shut up! Just shut up!
- The Tort stands up and begins pacing around. His voice is now louder, and much more demanding.
Torture: No, I don't respect him. You are not listening. He is everything I am not. What I have built for myself since I began wrestling is something he could never do. The clothing lines, the billions, the Championships, the wins that no other wrestler could ever pull off. I did it. Not him! Corey Black could never do that in four lifetimes. I am a living legend, I am the greatest Wrestler that has ever graced the WCF ring, I am the one that thousands, upon thousands, of 'contenders' shoot for, yet I am the one that pins those thousands, upon thousands of challengers. I'm the Icon-Killer. I am the Heavyweight Champion. I am the greatest.
Corey Black is not the king of anything. I'm the true King of Kings. I've walked through hell, and to the dismay of everyone involved, I have walked out. You will hate me forever, and to be honest, it's the way I like it. The cards are always stacked against me, yet I'm always beating the odds. I'm the one with the Gold.
What makes anyone think that Black is better than me? Because he won his own Death match Tournament? A tournament mind you, that only had three real participants? That's being REALLY generous to Logan too. Rick Mad should have won that tournament, and everyone knows it, but the fact that he lost to Black twice in one night makes me want to puke.
- Torture looks at the bookcase that stands in front of him. The Therapist behind him, tries to calm him back down. Insisting he sits down, but Torture doesn't want to hear any of it.
Therapist: Sit down, Tort. You should just calm down.
Torture: No, I won't calm down. I'm sick and tired of you telling me that I need to calm down..
- Torture's face red. His hands clenched again.
Therapist: Then maybe you need to do something about it. If calming down doesn't work, maybe you need to use your emotion..
- A light just turned on in The One and Only's head. A switch just clicked. A button has just been pressed.
Torture: .. What?..
Therapist: Maybe, just maybe, You're just sick and tired of being hated on, and you need to show... SHOW people.. what you mean? Obviously you aren't taken seriously enough for your liking.. Maybe, because of Corey Black, you're not in the Hall of Fame? Maybe you're not even a notable mention on the long list of names that's kept sacred to all of WCF because you haven't beaten Black...That's the main reason you showed up with the World Title.. you're afraid no one will think you're hall of fame worthy..
Torture: I AM THE HALL OF FAME. I AM MR. WCF. I AM A LEGEND.
Therapist: You are Torture. That is all.
Torture: Don't tell ME what I am.
Therapist: Exact..
- Torture grabs the Therapist and throws him on his desk. The Tort still has him by his coat collar.
Torture: Listen up, and listen good.
- His eyes are bloodshot. His face is boiling red. Torture just lost his temper.
Torture: Corey Black will feel every single emotion I have right now. What Black has been through for the last decade will seem empty compared to what I have in store for him on Sunday. Black will feel what others have felt. He'll understand the true heartache that others have come to live with for so long. Black will fully know, on Sunday in the Ring, that Torture is not playing games any longer. No special appearances, no friends, no connections, and no bailout plans. If Gravedigger doesn't want me to out smart Corey Black, then I guess I'll just have to BEAT Corey Black. Now tell me one more time, that I don't deserve anyt...
Therapist: You don't deser..
- Torture grabs the Therapist tight. He shoves him into the desk. His teeth grit together hard, and his eyes shut.
- His eyes open.
Chris Avery: Tort!
- Avery opens the door along with the Therapist's secretary. They rush over to the desk, and break the two apart. Avery grabs Torture. The secretary asks if everything is okay as she helps her boss to his feet.
Therapist: We had a breakthrough..
- Sweat runs off of Torture. He grabs his breath. Avery grabs the World Title and grabs Torture as they back out of the room. Torture and the Therapist lock eyes.. The Tort realizes.. it was a breakthrough..
