Post by Torture on Mar 6, 2009 19:08:56 GMT -5
- A gunshot. A bloody scream. Another gun shot. Two bodies hit the ground. A man mumbles and grumbles. You can hear the wind blowing in the background. A quick snap back to reality. Torture remembers that night as if it was yesterday. What he doesn't remember is who was holding the gun, and who the second person was holding the knife. You see, that night on December 3rd, 1995, Torture lost two important people in his life. His mother and father. No, this isn't some sob story, on how Torture became a wrestler because his parents ditched him at an early age. No. This is about why they were taken from him. That 'why', however, will never be answered. The case was moved up State in Northern California, and no one was ever caught. Torture, was the only witness to the murders, and the monsters didn't even know he was there. It was his mom's birthday party, and after a quiet evening out at some local eatery, he came home with his parents. Torture, excited to be home, ran to the door. He looked back, and noticed two men crossing the street. His mom dropped the house keys. What he remembers happening next is one of the most insane ideas anyone could ever have. It was over in no less than fifteen seconds. It was quick, but in Torture's mind it was the longest fifteen seconds he's ever endured. December 3rd, 1995 is not a date in which Torture remembers what happens, but remembers that he'll never know why..
- Scene opens up with Torture standing on a street corner. The lightning flashes behind him. The dark gray sky lights up showcasing the stars, and the mountains in the background. The scene pans to the left, and Torture is leaning up against a cement sign. The sign reads: Anacapa Hospital - Port Hueneme, California. Noticing how everything looks black and white right now, with the rain coming down at an awkward angle, the silence of the small town, and the lights reflecting from the lake nearby. Soaking it all in like a sponge left in a kitchen sink, Torture notices a man calling to him behind him. He slowly turns around.
Man: You're Torture right? You're Torture?
- Torture nods to the man wearing a blue jumpsuit with the Hospitals logo, and name on it's chest. The man shakes Torture's hand, and asks him to enter through the front glass doors.
Man: Sorry for keeping you out here for so long. We don't allow visitors after five in the evening. I called Doctor Cooney though, and he drove here right away. Said you were a special case of some sort? Said if you needed to talk to someone in here, he was going to work on it as hard as he could. Just sign this, and I'll take you to his office.
- Torture looks at the clock that just struck 9pm. He signs his name, and enters through a ton of locked, and security guarded doors. They walk down a long hallway before reaching an elevator. They enter, and begin moving up an amount of floors.
Man: So, you related to someone in here?
- Staring at the buttons on the elevator wall as each floor lights up when passed, Torture slowly nods his head. Ding. The elevator doors open, and the man leads Torture down another short hallway reaching a pair of wooden doors. The man knocks, and Doctor Cooney opens the doors, and greets both the man and Torture. He excuses the man, and shakes Torture's hand.
Dr. Cooney: Chris..
Torture: Call me Torture..
Dr. Cooney: Torture, nice to finally meet you. I have to say, having him here since 1998 and not a single person to ever stop by here, or to send him any type of package was shocking. He's been one of my special cases since he got here. I've read through his folder a thousand times, and to be perfectly honest, I don't have any idea what could be wrong with him. He doesn't talk, he hardly eats, doesn't like anyone attending to him. One of the few people that actually likes to be alone. He doesn't know you're here, but he knows something is up. He's inside the cafeteria right now. Would you like to go there?
Torture: Yes, please.
- The scene opens up in a cafeteria. Two hundred tables spread across the empty, dim-lit room. Off to one side is a kitchen, the other is the row of garbage cans, and doors. The windows have metal bars on them, and in the middle of the cafeteria sits a lonely, very skinny, soulless man. Cooney opens the cafeteria door quietly. Torture enters first. He walks slowly behind the man sitting all by himself. Cooney asks for the guards to leave the cafeteria. As they leave, Torture sits down right across from him, at the same table of the lonely man. The man looks right at Torture. Both of their eyes meet, and never blink. It seems like an eternity before any one of them moves, or speaks.
Torture: I don't know what to say..
- The camera shows the name tag on the lonely mans right chest. "Jason".
Torture: You don't have to talk to me, that's fine. But you will listen. I know about that night.
- Jason looks up from the table and looks directly in the eyes of Torture.
Torture: I do. I, for some reason, was blocking it out all this time, but I stumbled upon something last week. Mom's old car keys from their boxes of shit that's in my garage. I remember that day, instead of going to dinner with us for moms birthday, you had to use her car to run to the park. I remember the pitching a fit about it because you were only fifteen, and just got your permit. I distinctly remember the phone call you had right after they said you could go to the park. I, being ten years old and all, and looking up to my older brother, wanted to know everything he was into. I didn't know what it meant then, but I do now. You owed people money, man. Yeah. Seven hundred dollars. When they realized your excuse was no good, they were beating the shit out of you while I was enjoying some cheap hamburger, listening to my mother and father talk about the good ol' days. Then, I pieced it together. Since you couldn't pay the money, they thought they could rough up mom and dad and see what they could get..
- A single tear runs down the cheek of Jason's face.
Torture: Yup. Dad put up a fight, and when he irked the man holding the gun, the trigger finger was itching, and he had to scratch it. He shot dad. The other man stabbed mom, and the gun went off again, but this time it was personal. Man. Two bullets from two nobody gangsters killed mom and dad because you owed them seven hundred dollars. I blocked it out all this time, but, it finally reached the surface. I was the witness, but I had no idea who they were, and I was scared out of my mind.. amazing, how you knew all of this, and have yet to tell a single soul..
- Jason never looks away from Torture.
Torture: You turned 18 in 1998, and were automatically sent here. I don't remember much of those three years after mom and dad died, but I do remember you not talking much. I remember Uncle James drinking himself to sleep every night, while I prayed a real family member would take care of me. I don't remember the day you were sent off, as I probably blocked that out too, but I do remember you always being here. I just think to myself.. Why didn't my older brother take care of me? He knew the situation at hand, and yet left me there for four more years with an Uncle who couldn't get off the damn couch to piss, let alone feed me when I was hungry. Before I was fifteen, I mastered the kitchen, the driving test, homework, I mean shit Jason! Where the hell were you?
- Torture takes a breath. He takes off his coat and sets it on the table near them. Jason wipes a tear away from his eye.
Torture: All this time you had a younger brother, and continued to push me away. I don't get it man.
- The One and Only wipes away a small tear from his right eye.
Jason: So why are you here?
- Doctor Cooney, who is in the very back of the cafeteria, just stopped writing down notes in his notebook, as he just heard Jason speak for the first time.
Torture: I don't know why I'm here. I figured, I'm going through a rough time in my life, and my career, that maybe I couldn't talk to anyone but you. I don't know, maybe it's a lost cause..
Jason: What, the millions of dollars isn't keeping you company..
Torture: How would I know that it would come to this. Man, it's not about the money. You know that. You had the same choice when we stayed at our uncles house. We both could have stayed there and rotted away like you're doing now, or we could have done something about it and got the hell out of there. Our parents death is not what made me who I am today. I didn't use that to fuel fires inside me to go on and do what I do, and become who I became, no. I realized that my older brother won't be there for me, and statistically speaking, it looks as if the rest of my family won't either, so I had to go out and do stuff on my own. Clothing line? Wrestling Career? I did it, because I wanted to. I didn't think of becoming a wrestler until I was in the middle of the ring with a four hundred pound giant on the other side of me. I don't use shit as a crutch dude, so don't come at me with that weak shit, come at me straight..
Jason: Tell me what's wrong..
Torture: Well, nothing is wrong, it's just that, I may be done wrestling for a while. Corey Black and I are in a retirement match at his show, XIII, and it can honestly go either way. He hasn't been on a roll as of late, so I'm pretty sure I have the advantage, but it's this whole new Dynasty thing. I have Rick Mad and Chris Avery on my team, but I feel I'm still doing things on my own. Sure, Chris helps sometimes, but Rick Mad is M.I.A, then he shows up, and he's on someone else's team? I can't find him backstage, I can't get a hold of him when we're not wrestling. The dude just turned his back on me for no reason. As for Avery, he just loses match after match because he's not focused. Maybe I push him too hard, or maybe not enough, but the fact is; I can't win with losers.
Let’s not forget the fact that I seem to go out there with this large target on my back, and I’m competing on another level compared to some of these guys, yet I don’t feel successful. Maybe it’s because I feel my personal life is empty and incomplete, or maybe I have to prove more in Wrestling Championship Federation.
Jason: You don’t have to prove much to anybody..
Torture: I do! I’m the World Champion, and WCF is in shambles. The leadership is non-existent, the code of the wrestlers is broken, and I’m the only one who can fix it but I don’t know what to do! I’m looking for answers, and I don’t even know the questions..
- Tort thinks to himself and concentrates on what he’s going to say next. Jason’s face however tells the story. Maybe if he was there for his younger brother, he wouldn’t feel so insecure, or paranoid about what is going on. Perhaps his younger brother needed some guidance and assistance when they were younger to better prepare for what’s about to come.
Torture: This week I have a match with Corey Black. I’m defending the World Title in a retirement match. To be honest I have no idea why I came here, or why I searched you out, but if I happen to lose to this gimmick wrestler, then I’ll have to be done wrestling for the rest of my life. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.
Jason: Do you want some advice?
Torture: Yes. Yes I do.
Jason: Lay it on the line. Do this right. Don’t get in his head, don’t get in your head. Just go out there and put down a hundred and ten percent worth of wrestling. If you’re going out, it needs to be in style. You’re only as good as your last match, because no one will remember anything before this match. If you truly believe you’re the number one wrestler in the world, then go out there and show it. The lights, the money, the fame, the titles, the fans, they don’t mean shit bro. You and that ring must become one to defeat your opponent. You believe that you’ll walk out of this match a winner, then by all means.. You will.
Torture: Thanks man. I needed that.
- Torture stands up as does Jason. Both men embrace in a hug. Torture begins to walk off.
Jason: Will I ever see you again?
Torture: You have the answer to that..
Jason: Hey.
- Torture stops from leaving the cafeteria. He looks back.
Jason: I’m sorry. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. I can’t make it up, and our relationship will forever be broken, but I am sorry. I love you.
- The One and Only wipes a tear from his eye, and nods in agreement. Doctor Cooney escorts Torture out of the cafeteria, and out of the building. Jason sits back down at the table and notices Torture left his jacket. Jason notices some papers folded up. Jason pulls them out and unfolds them. His eyes open wide as he notices what they are.
Jason: He signed my release papers to release me from here?
- The scene opens back out front to the hospital as Torture walks down the steps and out to the sidewalk. A car pulls up. Chris Avery is seen pulling up to the sidewalk in a black SUV. Torture opens the door, and gets out of the rain as he sits inside.
Chris Avery: So tell me again who you know that’s there?
Torture: A good friend. What’s next? The airport?
Chris Avery: Yeah man, you okay?
Torture: I’m fine Chris. Just drive..
- It was once said that closure was the most emotional feeling you would ever know. For Torture, getting to see his older brother for the first time since 1998, and choosing to close a door that should have never been open in the first place was a relief. The advice was good, and the heart was healed. For once, Torture feels like he's on top of the world in all aspects of his life. A man once thought about his entire life right before his eyes before he went out on stage to give his best performance. Torture's Classic is about to come... because for once, Wrestling is now center stage for the World Champion. All eyes on Torture.
- Scene opens up with Torture standing on a street corner. The lightning flashes behind him. The dark gray sky lights up showcasing the stars, and the mountains in the background. The scene pans to the left, and Torture is leaning up against a cement sign. The sign reads: Anacapa Hospital - Port Hueneme, California. Noticing how everything looks black and white right now, with the rain coming down at an awkward angle, the silence of the small town, and the lights reflecting from the lake nearby. Soaking it all in like a sponge left in a kitchen sink, Torture notices a man calling to him behind him. He slowly turns around.
Man: You're Torture right? You're Torture?
- Torture nods to the man wearing a blue jumpsuit with the Hospitals logo, and name on it's chest. The man shakes Torture's hand, and asks him to enter through the front glass doors.
Man: Sorry for keeping you out here for so long. We don't allow visitors after five in the evening. I called Doctor Cooney though, and he drove here right away. Said you were a special case of some sort? Said if you needed to talk to someone in here, he was going to work on it as hard as he could. Just sign this, and I'll take you to his office.
- Torture looks at the clock that just struck 9pm. He signs his name, and enters through a ton of locked, and security guarded doors. They walk down a long hallway before reaching an elevator. They enter, and begin moving up an amount of floors.
Man: So, you related to someone in here?
- Staring at the buttons on the elevator wall as each floor lights up when passed, Torture slowly nods his head. Ding. The elevator doors open, and the man leads Torture down another short hallway reaching a pair of wooden doors. The man knocks, and Doctor Cooney opens the doors, and greets both the man and Torture. He excuses the man, and shakes Torture's hand.
Dr. Cooney: Chris..
Torture: Call me Torture..
Dr. Cooney: Torture, nice to finally meet you. I have to say, having him here since 1998 and not a single person to ever stop by here, or to send him any type of package was shocking. He's been one of my special cases since he got here. I've read through his folder a thousand times, and to be perfectly honest, I don't have any idea what could be wrong with him. He doesn't talk, he hardly eats, doesn't like anyone attending to him. One of the few people that actually likes to be alone. He doesn't know you're here, but he knows something is up. He's inside the cafeteria right now. Would you like to go there?
Torture: Yes, please.
- The scene opens up in a cafeteria. Two hundred tables spread across the empty, dim-lit room. Off to one side is a kitchen, the other is the row of garbage cans, and doors. The windows have metal bars on them, and in the middle of the cafeteria sits a lonely, very skinny, soulless man. Cooney opens the cafeteria door quietly. Torture enters first. He walks slowly behind the man sitting all by himself. Cooney asks for the guards to leave the cafeteria. As they leave, Torture sits down right across from him, at the same table of the lonely man. The man looks right at Torture. Both of their eyes meet, and never blink. It seems like an eternity before any one of them moves, or speaks.
Torture: I don't know what to say..
- The camera shows the name tag on the lonely mans right chest. "Jason".
Torture: You don't have to talk to me, that's fine. But you will listen. I know about that night.
- Jason looks up from the table and looks directly in the eyes of Torture.
Torture: I do. I, for some reason, was blocking it out all this time, but I stumbled upon something last week. Mom's old car keys from their boxes of shit that's in my garage. I remember that day, instead of going to dinner with us for moms birthday, you had to use her car to run to the park. I remember the pitching a fit about it because you were only fifteen, and just got your permit. I distinctly remember the phone call you had right after they said you could go to the park. I, being ten years old and all, and looking up to my older brother, wanted to know everything he was into. I didn't know what it meant then, but I do now. You owed people money, man. Yeah. Seven hundred dollars. When they realized your excuse was no good, they were beating the shit out of you while I was enjoying some cheap hamburger, listening to my mother and father talk about the good ol' days. Then, I pieced it together. Since you couldn't pay the money, they thought they could rough up mom and dad and see what they could get..
- A single tear runs down the cheek of Jason's face.
Torture: Yup. Dad put up a fight, and when he irked the man holding the gun, the trigger finger was itching, and he had to scratch it. He shot dad. The other man stabbed mom, and the gun went off again, but this time it was personal. Man. Two bullets from two nobody gangsters killed mom and dad because you owed them seven hundred dollars. I blocked it out all this time, but, it finally reached the surface. I was the witness, but I had no idea who they were, and I was scared out of my mind.. amazing, how you knew all of this, and have yet to tell a single soul..
- Jason never looks away from Torture.
Torture: You turned 18 in 1998, and were automatically sent here. I don't remember much of those three years after mom and dad died, but I do remember you not talking much. I remember Uncle James drinking himself to sleep every night, while I prayed a real family member would take care of me. I don't remember the day you were sent off, as I probably blocked that out too, but I do remember you always being here. I just think to myself.. Why didn't my older brother take care of me? He knew the situation at hand, and yet left me there for four more years with an Uncle who couldn't get off the damn couch to piss, let alone feed me when I was hungry. Before I was fifteen, I mastered the kitchen, the driving test, homework, I mean shit Jason! Where the hell were you?
- Torture takes a breath. He takes off his coat and sets it on the table near them. Jason wipes a tear away from his eye.
Torture: All this time you had a younger brother, and continued to push me away. I don't get it man.
- The One and Only wipes away a small tear from his right eye.
Jason: So why are you here?
- Doctor Cooney, who is in the very back of the cafeteria, just stopped writing down notes in his notebook, as he just heard Jason speak for the first time.
Torture: I don't know why I'm here. I figured, I'm going through a rough time in my life, and my career, that maybe I couldn't talk to anyone but you. I don't know, maybe it's a lost cause..
Jason: What, the millions of dollars isn't keeping you company..
Torture: How would I know that it would come to this. Man, it's not about the money. You know that. You had the same choice when we stayed at our uncles house. We both could have stayed there and rotted away like you're doing now, or we could have done something about it and got the hell out of there. Our parents death is not what made me who I am today. I didn't use that to fuel fires inside me to go on and do what I do, and become who I became, no. I realized that my older brother won't be there for me, and statistically speaking, it looks as if the rest of my family won't either, so I had to go out and do stuff on my own. Clothing line? Wrestling Career? I did it, because I wanted to. I didn't think of becoming a wrestler until I was in the middle of the ring with a four hundred pound giant on the other side of me. I don't use shit as a crutch dude, so don't come at me with that weak shit, come at me straight..
Jason: Tell me what's wrong..
Torture: Well, nothing is wrong, it's just that, I may be done wrestling for a while. Corey Black and I are in a retirement match at his show, XIII, and it can honestly go either way. He hasn't been on a roll as of late, so I'm pretty sure I have the advantage, but it's this whole new Dynasty thing. I have Rick Mad and Chris Avery on my team, but I feel I'm still doing things on my own. Sure, Chris helps sometimes, but Rick Mad is M.I.A, then he shows up, and he's on someone else's team? I can't find him backstage, I can't get a hold of him when we're not wrestling. The dude just turned his back on me for no reason. As for Avery, he just loses match after match because he's not focused. Maybe I push him too hard, or maybe not enough, but the fact is; I can't win with losers.
Let’s not forget the fact that I seem to go out there with this large target on my back, and I’m competing on another level compared to some of these guys, yet I don’t feel successful. Maybe it’s because I feel my personal life is empty and incomplete, or maybe I have to prove more in Wrestling Championship Federation.
Jason: You don’t have to prove much to anybody..
Torture: I do! I’m the World Champion, and WCF is in shambles. The leadership is non-existent, the code of the wrestlers is broken, and I’m the only one who can fix it but I don’t know what to do! I’m looking for answers, and I don’t even know the questions..
- Tort thinks to himself and concentrates on what he’s going to say next. Jason’s face however tells the story. Maybe if he was there for his younger brother, he wouldn’t feel so insecure, or paranoid about what is going on. Perhaps his younger brother needed some guidance and assistance when they were younger to better prepare for what’s about to come.
Torture: This week I have a match with Corey Black. I’m defending the World Title in a retirement match. To be honest I have no idea why I came here, or why I searched you out, but if I happen to lose to this gimmick wrestler, then I’ll have to be done wrestling for the rest of my life. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.
Jason: Do you want some advice?
Torture: Yes. Yes I do.
Jason: Lay it on the line. Do this right. Don’t get in his head, don’t get in your head. Just go out there and put down a hundred and ten percent worth of wrestling. If you’re going out, it needs to be in style. You’re only as good as your last match, because no one will remember anything before this match. If you truly believe you’re the number one wrestler in the world, then go out there and show it. The lights, the money, the fame, the titles, the fans, they don’t mean shit bro. You and that ring must become one to defeat your opponent. You believe that you’ll walk out of this match a winner, then by all means.. You will.
Torture: Thanks man. I needed that.
- Torture stands up as does Jason. Both men embrace in a hug. Torture begins to walk off.
Jason: Will I ever see you again?
Torture: You have the answer to that..
Jason: Hey.
- Torture stops from leaving the cafeteria. He looks back.
Jason: I’m sorry. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. I can’t make it up, and our relationship will forever be broken, but I am sorry. I love you.
- The One and Only wipes a tear from his eye, and nods in agreement. Doctor Cooney escorts Torture out of the cafeteria, and out of the building. Jason sits back down at the table and notices Torture left his jacket. Jason notices some papers folded up. Jason pulls them out and unfolds them. His eyes open wide as he notices what they are.
Jason: He signed my release papers to release me from here?
- The scene opens back out front to the hospital as Torture walks down the steps and out to the sidewalk. A car pulls up. Chris Avery is seen pulling up to the sidewalk in a black SUV. Torture opens the door, and gets out of the rain as he sits inside.
Chris Avery: So tell me again who you know that’s there?
Torture: A good friend. What’s next? The airport?
Chris Avery: Yeah man, you okay?
Torture: I’m fine Chris. Just drive..
- It was once said that closure was the most emotional feeling you would ever know. For Torture, getting to see his older brother for the first time since 1998, and choosing to close a door that should have never been open in the first place was a relief. The advice was good, and the heart was healed. For once, Torture feels like he's on top of the world in all aspects of his life. A man once thought about his entire life right before his eyes before he went out on stage to give his best performance. Torture's Classic is about to come... because for once, Wrestling is now center stage for the World Champion. All eyes on Torture.
