Post by Torture on Apr 8, 2009 2:09:09 GMT -5
Torture: Room 243? The one on the left? Thank you.
- The Tort in his nice slacks and dress boots with his long sleeve button up light blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. In one hand he has a dozen roses. In the other he's holding his cell phone. He slides the phone in his pants pocket, looks around, then opens the door with the number 243 on it.
- We pick him up inside the room as he closes it. A small monitor machine is beeping slightly in the background. A nurse with a clipboard in her hand marks down something on paper with her pen then glances at Torture.
Nurse: You know the patient?
Torture: We're good friends.
Nurse: I'll give you some time.
Torture: Thank you.
- The nurse leaves as Torture puts the flowers on the table near the wall. Nurse closes the door, and Torture locks it. He turns around slowly with a smirk on his face. We now get a good look at the woman in the hospital bed. It's Megan Kane. While she breathes in the fresh oxygen supplied by the hospital she slowly opens her eyes. She begins to panic. Torture puts his finger to his lips and tells her to shush. He sits down in a chair right next to her. Due to the vicious chair shot against her head she hasn't really moved much and she's basically in labor. Torture grabs her hand and holds on to it.
Torture: Megan, Megan, Megan. Where do I start? Perhaps coming up with the plan of sending your man to jail to pay his debt to society, a debt he dug into when he put his hands all over me outside of a Wrestling Championship Federation ring. Or was it when we let you guys for a week, celebrate a win that never happened, and will never happen for as long as I breathe fresh air?
No. We'll start when your man Brad Kane took something from me that wasn't his. He illegally snatched something that doesn't belong to him from me, and then proceeded to flaunt it around town for an entire week as if he just straight up took it from me. There was nothing straight about it. Megan, I'm not here to explain my rational ways of getting something back in the rightful owners hands, but instead, I'm here to give you a message that hopefully you can pass on to Brad Kane.
When you see Brad Kane walk out of jail and back in to your sad, hopeless life and you guys move to some god-knows where back road county a hundred miles outside of town and you try to resurrect your relationship with your children, and you come to a crossroads with Jesus and you settle back down I want you to remind him who gave him that life. I want you to tell him to his face that he tried to be the winner, but all he turned out to be was a bigger failure than he ever was. You tell him that I started this game and I finished it, and he was never.. and I mean ever, going to get close to taking my World Championship, and do you know why?
It's okay Megan, I didn't actually want you to answer that question, because I can answer it myself.
You see Megan, this is a whole new WCF. I now realize what matters most to me. My Championship gold. I also realized what seven days without it does to me mentally and physically. The Kane's showed me that. Now I will stop at nothing to make sure I keep what goes around my waist safe.Yes I'm vicious, and I'm out of control, and I'm walking the fine line between professional and completely insane, but Megan, you have to understand I almost lost the very last thing that keeps me balanced. I'm humbled, but all it does is make me hungrier..
- Torture lets go of her hand and stands to his feet quickly. He begins to pace the room around her bed. Megan is as motionless as you get as she's too weak to move or speak. Torture puts his hands to his head and continues speaking.
Torture: You guys opened a whole new door, and now the rest of WCF will continue to feel the wrath of the war I just declared. It's not divide and conquer, Megan, it's just Me versus the Wrestling Championship Federation. You see, this isn't about you now. I'm the real warrior of WCF, and rightfully so, I'm the true Mr. WCF. I no longer hold responsibility for my in-ring actions, as I will unleash holy hell on every victim they bring to me. Brad Kane was a taste of whats about to come, as Ryan Daniels will feel it first hand. I'm not playing games, and I no longer have the target on my back. The target is on WCF's back now, and I'm going to destroy it from the inside out.
Megan. You tell Brad I said hi.
- Torture picks up her hand and puts the back of her hand to his cheek. He moves her hand to his lips and kisses it softly. Two tears begin to run down her face.
Torture: Don't worry Megan. The worst has yet to come.
- He puts her hand down to her side. It must be noted that Megan Kane has tried the entire time to move any inch of her body off the bed but she just can't. Torture reaches for the wall where her oxygen monitor, and her med-tanks are plugged in. He yanks them out of the wall. A faint scream is heard through the mask of Megan Kane. Her eyes open wide.
- The real Mr. WCF puts his head down to her ear, and whispers in a dark demonic voice..
Torture: Good night sweet heart.
- Torture opens the door and slides on sunglasses. He walks down the hallway as a nurse walks passed him towards Megan Kane's room. Torture gets onto an elevator when the nurse begins to panic and scream for help.
- The Tort in his nice slacks and dress boots with his long sleeve button up light blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. In one hand he has a dozen roses. In the other he's holding his cell phone. He slides the phone in his pants pocket, looks around, then opens the door with the number 243 on it.
- We pick him up inside the room as he closes it. A small monitor machine is beeping slightly in the background. A nurse with a clipboard in her hand marks down something on paper with her pen then glances at Torture.
Nurse: You know the patient?
Torture: We're good friends.
Nurse: I'll give you some time.
Torture: Thank you.
- The nurse leaves as Torture puts the flowers on the table near the wall. Nurse closes the door, and Torture locks it. He turns around slowly with a smirk on his face. We now get a good look at the woman in the hospital bed. It's Megan Kane. While she breathes in the fresh oxygen supplied by the hospital she slowly opens her eyes. She begins to panic. Torture puts his finger to his lips and tells her to shush. He sits down in a chair right next to her. Due to the vicious chair shot against her head she hasn't really moved much and she's basically in labor. Torture grabs her hand and holds on to it.
Torture: Megan, Megan, Megan. Where do I start? Perhaps coming up with the plan of sending your man to jail to pay his debt to society, a debt he dug into when he put his hands all over me outside of a Wrestling Championship Federation ring. Or was it when we let you guys for a week, celebrate a win that never happened, and will never happen for as long as I breathe fresh air?
No. We'll start when your man Brad Kane took something from me that wasn't his. He illegally snatched something that doesn't belong to him from me, and then proceeded to flaunt it around town for an entire week as if he just straight up took it from me. There was nothing straight about it. Megan, I'm not here to explain my rational ways of getting something back in the rightful owners hands, but instead, I'm here to give you a message that hopefully you can pass on to Brad Kane.
When you see Brad Kane walk out of jail and back in to your sad, hopeless life and you guys move to some god-knows where back road county a hundred miles outside of town and you try to resurrect your relationship with your children, and you come to a crossroads with Jesus and you settle back down I want you to remind him who gave him that life. I want you to tell him to his face that he tried to be the winner, but all he turned out to be was a bigger failure than he ever was. You tell him that I started this game and I finished it, and he was never.. and I mean ever, going to get close to taking my World Championship, and do you know why?
It's okay Megan, I didn't actually want you to answer that question, because I can answer it myself.
You see Megan, this is a whole new WCF. I now realize what matters most to me. My Championship gold. I also realized what seven days without it does to me mentally and physically. The Kane's showed me that. Now I will stop at nothing to make sure I keep what goes around my waist safe.Yes I'm vicious, and I'm out of control, and I'm walking the fine line between professional and completely insane, but Megan, you have to understand I almost lost the very last thing that keeps me balanced. I'm humbled, but all it does is make me hungrier..
- Torture lets go of her hand and stands to his feet quickly. He begins to pace the room around her bed. Megan is as motionless as you get as she's too weak to move or speak. Torture puts his hands to his head and continues speaking.
Torture: You guys opened a whole new door, and now the rest of WCF will continue to feel the wrath of the war I just declared. It's not divide and conquer, Megan, it's just Me versus the Wrestling Championship Federation. You see, this isn't about you now. I'm the real warrior of WCF, and rightfully so, I'm the true Mr. WCF. I no longer hold responsibility for my in-ring actions, as I will unleash holy hell on every victim they bring to me. Brad Kane was a taste of whats about to come, as Ryan Daniels will feel it first hand. I'm not playing games, and I no longer have the target on my back. The target is on WCF's back now, and I'm going to destroy it from the inside out.
Megan. You tell Brad I said hi.
- Torture picks up her hand and puts the back of her hand to his cheek. He moves her hand to his lips and kisses it softly. Two tears begin to run down her face.
Torture: Don't worry Megan. The worst has yet to come.
- He puts her hand down to her side. It must be noted that Megan Kane has tried the entire time to move any inch of her body off the bed but she just can't. Torture reaches for the wall where her oxygen monitor, and her med-tanks are plugged in. He yanks them out of the wall. A faint scream is heard through the mask of Megan Kane. Her eyes open wide.
- The real Mr. WCF puts his head down to her ear, and whispers in a dark demonic voice..
Torture: Good night sweet heart.
- Torture opens the door and slides on sunglasses. He walks down the hallway as a nurse walks passed him towards Megan Kane's room. Torture gets onto an elevator when the nurse begins to panic and scream for help.
