Post by Torture on May 31, 2009 13:47:55 GMT -5
- Torture sits in the back of the limo as it's now ten minutes away from the Arena. The Arena that will hold the main event of Torture and Johnny Reb for the WCF World Title. Torture has his head up against the window as he looks out the rainy weather. The window is fogging up and Torture begins to run his index finger through the fog.
How did Johnny Reb even get a shot at my title. He's not even worthy to fight me. The true number one contender is Rick Mad. I want Rick Mad. I'm not overlooking Johnny Reb, but come on. This one is in the bag. I doubt he does five moves to me before I end it in five minutes.
- Torture moves his index finger through the fog of the window.
I bet he's doubting himself. I bet he wants to bleed, he wants me to sweat, I believe Johnny Reb hasn't slept in days. Thinking, going over every little thing that may or may not happen in that ring. I'm not doubting myself. I'm full of confidence. I mean, sure I know what Johnny Reb is about, and I know i'm one move away from being pinned, but I don't believe it will happen.. cause it won't. Happen.
- Still moving his index finger through the window.
Torture: Speed it up Johnson. I want to be there before the show starts?
Why does he move so slow? It's like he wants me to get there as soon as the match starts. I need time to loosen up. Need time to sit and reflect. Time to be with myself. Thinkin' and flowin' in my head of how I can get Johnny Reb on the mat for the three, and still move forward for my real goal. Giving the unholy beat down to Rick Mad. He's here. I know he is. Rick is in the building. Reb, Rick, Dake, all those guys are in the building, and all those guys I want to beat. Why are my thoughts so crazy right now. I feel like I have A.D.D.[/i]
- The Tort just finished moving his finger through the window when his phone vibrates. He checks his pants pocket, and bag sitting next to him but the phone is vibrating from his coat pocket of his suit. Torture pulls it out. It's a text.
She wished me luck. How nice. Real nice. Maybe that's what I need. Just a person who wants to wish me luck.
- Torture puts his phone in the bag as they begin to pull up at the Arena. The scene slowly fades out as you read what Torture wrote in the foggy-window. The words.
I'll. Win.
How did Johnny Reb even get a shot at my title. He's not even worthy to fight me. The true number one contender is Rick Mad. I want Rick Mad. I'm not overlooking Johnny Reb, but come on. This one is in the bag. I doubt he does five moves to me before I end it in five minutes.
- Torture moves his index finger through the fog of the window.
I bet he's doubting himself. I bet he wants to bleed, he wants me to sweat, I believe Johnny Reb hasn't slept in days. Thinking, going over every little thing that may or may not happen in that ring. I'm not doubting myself. I'm full of confidence. I mean, sure I know what Johnny Reb is about, and I know i'm one move away from being pinned, but I don't believe it will happen.. cause it won't. Happen.
- Still moving his index finger through the window.
Torture: Speed it up Johnson. I want to be there before the show starts?
Why does he move so slow? It's like he wants me to get there as soon as the match starts. I need time to loosen up. Need time to sit and reflect. Time to be with myself. Thinkin' and flowin' in my head of how I can get Johnny Reb on the mat for the three, and still move forward for my real goal. Giving the unholy beat down to Rick Mad. He's here. I know he is. Rick is in the building. Reb, Rick, Dake, all those guys are in the building, and all those guys I want to beat. Why are my thoughts so crazy right now. I feel like I have A.D.D.[/i]
- The Tort just finished moving his finger through the window when his phone vibrates. He checks his pants pocket, and bag sitting next to him but the phone is vibrating from his coat pocket of his suit. Torture pulls it out. It's a text.
She wished me luck. How nice. Real nice. Maybe that's what I need. Just a person who wants to wish me luck.
- Torture puts his phone in the bag as they begin to pull up at the Arena. The scene slowly fades out as you read what Torture wrote in the foggy-window. The words.
I'll. Win.
