Post by Torture on Jun 27, 2009 14:17:11 GMT -5
Torture: I love the attention, and for every nickname someone gives me it just makes me that much better.
Tiffany: Really?
Torture: Of course. Hitler? Stalin? Tyrant? The Best? Greatest? Awesome? Those nicknames aren't tagged on jobbers, or Dake. They're tagged on me.
Tiffany: All of those are nicknames?
Torture: Well most of them are coined by my opponents, but yeah you get the picture.
Tiffany: I'm guessing you watched the segment posted by Dake Ken?
Torture: Yeah. Just watched it right here. Pretty entertaining if you ask me.
Tiffany: Well what did he mean?
Torture: About bullying me when I was younger? Well, okay. There was this group called the Elite. Basically they were the Dynasty, but worse. They didn't have me? They also didn't have a personality. They were as dull as two rocks talking to a brick wall about .. rocks. X-Rated and Dake beat us in a tag team match twice out of the four matches we were supposed to participate in. The two times he beat us, we lost, big deal but it wasn't a singles match. The only other time I fought Elite was when I took on Trent Hunter for the World Title and had the match won until Seth Lerch came out and screwed me. Not saying I was going to win or not, but knowing that Torture, who back then was just starting out almost beat the biggest and baddest son of a bitch in WCF was an accomplishment. I never lost anyway. Seth isn't a ref, and he counted the three. I was suspended, big deal. I never lost? As for the Elite pushing me around, they did none of it. They were a product of horrible competition. You see, they were at the top of their game when there was no one else around. I, on the other hand, beat out legends, and icons of this sport just for the Hardcore Title. Yes, that's right Tiffany, I was beating out legends on the mid-card because that's how big our talent pool was. There wasn't enough room on the card for them to be in main events. What else does Dake want from me?
Tiffany: Wow.
Torture: Dake was in The Dynasty, and little does he know that I never recruited him in the first place. Corey Black did, and that shithead couldn't recruit a Champion if his life depended on it. Idiot.
Tiffany: You're starting off with a great Saturday Morning.
Torture: Haha. Sorry. Thanks for the breakfast.
Tiffany: You're welcome. It's 7am, are you going to get up today?
Torture: Oh with the attitude huh? Geeze.
- The scene is Torture laying in his bed in his master bedroom. Tiffany came in right when Tort was done watching the latest segment from Dake Ken on his laptop. Tiffany brought him some basic breakfast and sat down on the other side of the bed. Torture flips back the blankets and stands up. Only wearing boxers his physique body stands near the window as he opens back the curtains. Torture's upper body is covered in tattoo's and he makes his way to the bathroom. Turns on the shower and while steam fills the bathroom, he begins talking to Tiffany.
Torture: So what's on the agenda today?
Tiffany: (Trying to catch her bearings..) Uhm, Hank brown will be here in less than an hour to run a few questions by you. That's about it. You travel tonight though, so don't forget.
Torture: Yeah, I remember my flight. You going?
Tiffany: You know I don't go to those. I just work from here, Tort. Thanks though.
- Torture comes out of the steam of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He looks sincere when he says..
Torture: Thanks for everything. You make it a lot easier on me.
Tiffany: No problem Tort.
- As she says that she kisses him on the cheek. She stands right in front of Torture for a few awkward seconds. The two of them begin nearing each other when a doorbell is heard.
Torture: You should get the door.
Tiffany: Ugh. He said around 8, it's 7:15. He's either late or early.
Torture: It's okay.
- Torture turns around and walks in to the bathroom. Tiffany leaves the bedroom when the doorbell is heard again. She heads down the stairs and opens the door.
Tiffany: Hank! Good morning.
Hank: Yeah, yeah. Where is he. Let's get this over with. I get paid to interview, not paid to talk with the entourage.
Tiffany: Attitude huh?
Hank: Sorry, I'm hungry.
Tiffany: Here. I made this for you!
Hank: Really?
Tiffany: Uh yeah.
- Tiffany hands Hank the breakfast plate as he walks in. A cameraman sets up shop in the living room. Just as Hank finishes his breakfast, Torture comes walking downstairs with his Wrestling Championship Federation Heavyweight Championship around his waist.
Torture: Hank! You dirty son of a bitch. Let's get this ball rolling.
- Hank grabs a small microphone and attaches it to Tortures shirt. Tort sits down as does Hank and the two begin the interview.
Hank: Will you win on Sunday?
Torture: Yes.
Hank: Done.
Torture: Really?
Hank: No. Idiot. He hasn't even turned on the camera yet.
Torture: ...
- The cameraman gives a thumbs up and Hank begins the interview.
Hank: I'm with current World Champion Torture, and Tort, you have a mighty task on Sunday, Reb and Dake in a three way dance for your World Title.
Torture: Yeah it's a mighty task but if you remember correctly it was my plan all along to do something like this. Hank, don't think for one second I'm on the losing end of this stick. My back isn't against the wall. Reb's is. Dake's is. They're against the wall and they'll be swinging for the fences. If you ask me they may never get a World Title shot like this again. I don't see Reb ever coming back to the main event scene after Blast! and for Dake.. I don't see him in WCF after Sunday. I'll make sure of it.
Hank: Your plan was to make Dake Ken and Reb fight each other before Blast!?
Torture: Of course. Listen. They obviously hate each other, and the chemistry between the two is what can I say? Cute. They seem to follow each other around like little puppies wanting milk, so it's only natural that I waited for the right time to announce Reb be the co-Number One Contender. You see, my plan was for Reb to get a rematch with Dake Ken as #1 Contender. It just makes perfect sense. The sense being that I can go in on Sunday at a hundred percent and fight off two men who have been beating the crap out of each other. It's a win-win... win situation. As opposed to a win-lose, or a lose-lose, or a lose-win-lose situation. It's in the binder, Hank.
Hank: What are you talking about?
Torture: Just go to the next question.
Hank: Being on the rumor mill a lot, I recently picked up something about an envelope you received from someone... hinting at a match?
Torture: What are YOU talking about?
Hank: Well.. let's just say it had a hot dog.
Torture: This interview is done.
Hank: What?
Torture: GET OUT.
Hank: Really?
- The Tort throws off his microphone and kicks the chair out from underneath him as he stands up pointing towards the door. Hank and his crew quickly scatter out of the front door. Tiffany tries calming Torture down. Tort slams the front door behind Hank and begins yelling. Tiffany tries talking Tort down. She grabs his fists. Torture is painted in rage. She, again, tries to calm down Torture when out of nowhere he picks her up and puts her against the wall. Inches away from her lips, Tiffany is in no control. Torture demands..
Torture: Get the limo ready. I'm going to Blast! right now.
- Before Tiffany can answer he sets her down and walks up the stairs back to his master bedroom. Tiffany catches her breath as we fade out.
Tiffany: Really?
Torture: Of course. Hitler? Stalin? Tyrant? The Best? Greatest? Awesome? Those nicknames aren't tagged on jobbers, or Dake. They're tagged on me.
Tiffany: All of those are nicknames?
Torture: Well most of them are coined by my opponents, but yeah you get the picture.
Tiffany: I'm guessing you watched the segment posted by Dake Ken?
Torture: Yeah. Just watched it right here. Pretty entertaining if you ask me.
Tiffany: Well what did he mean?
Torture: About bullying me when I was younger? Well, okay. There was this group called the Elite. Basically they were the Dynasty, but worse. They didn't have me? They also didn't have a personality. They were as dull as two rocks talking to a brick wall about .. rocks. X-Rated and Dake beat us in a tag team match twice out of the four matches we were supposed to participate in. The two times he beat us, we lost, big deal but it wasn't a singles match. The only other time I fought Elite was when I took on Trent Hunter for the World Title and had the match won until Seth Lerch came out and screwed me. Not saying I was going to win or not, but knowing that Torture, who back then was just starting out almost beat the biggest and baddest son of a bitch in WCF was an accomplishment. I never lost anyway. Seth isn't a ref, and he counted the three. I was suspended, big deal. I never lost? As for the Elite pushing me around, they did none of it. They were a product of horrible competition. You see, they were at the top of their game when there was no one else around. I, on the other hand, beat out legends, and icons of this sport just for the Hardcore Title. Yes, that's right Tiffany, I was beating out legends on the mid-card because that's how big our talent pool was. There wasn't enough room on the card for them to be in main events. What else does Dake want from me?
Tiffany: Wow.
Torture: Dake was in The Dynasty, and little does he know that I never recruited him in the first place. Corey Black did, and that shithead couldn't recruit a Champion if his life depended on it. Idiot.
Tiffany: You're starting off with a great Saturday Morning.
Torture: Haha. Sorry. Thanks for the breakfast.
Tiffany: You're welcome. It's 7am, are you going to get up today?
Torture: Oh with the attitude huh? Geeze.
- The scene is Torture laying in his bed in his master bedroom. Tiffany came in right when Tort was done watching the latest segment from Dake Ken on his laptop. Tiffany brought him some basic breakfast and sat down on the other side of the bed. Torture flips back the blankets and stands up. Only wearing boxers his physique body stands near the window as he opens back the curtains. Torture's upper body is covered in tattoo's and he makes his way to the bathroom. Turns on the shower and while steam fills the bathroom, he begins talking to Tiffany.
Torture: So what's on the agenda today?
Tiffany: (Trying to catch her bearings..) Uhm, Hank brown will be here in less than an hour to run a few questions by you. That's about it. You travel tonight though, so don't forget.
Torture: Yeah, I remember my flight. You going?
Tiffany: You know I don't go to those. I just work from here, Tort. Thanks though.
- Torture comes out of the steam of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He looks sincere when he says..
Torture: Thanks for everything. You make it a lot easier on me.
Tiffany: No problem Tort.
- As she says that she kisses him on the cheek. She stands right in front of Torture for a few awkward seconds. The two of them begin nearing each other when a doorbell is heard.
Torture: You should get the door.
Tiffany: Ugh. He said around 8, it's 7:15. He's either late or early.
Torture: It's okay.
- Torture turns around and walks in to the bathroom. Tiffany leaves the bedroom when the doorbell is heard again. She heads down the stairs and opens the door.
Tiffany: Hank! Good morning.
Hank: Yeah, yeah. Where is he. Let's get this over with. I get paid to interview, not paid to talk with the entourage.
Tiffany: Attitude huh?
Hank: Sorry, I'm hungry.
Tiffany: Here. I made this for you!
Hank: Really?
Tiffany: Uh yeah.
- Tiffany hands Hank the breakfast plate as he walks in. A cameraman sets up shop in the living room. Just as Hank finishes his breakfast, Torture comes walking downstairs with his Wrestling Championship Federation Heavyweight Championship around his waist.
Torture: Hank! You dirty son of a bitch. Let's get this ball rolling.
- Hank grabs a small microphone and attaches it to Tortures shirt. Tort sits down as does Hank and the two begin the interview.
Hank: Will you win on Sunday?
Torture: Yes.
Hank: Done.
Torture: Really?
Hank: No. Idiot. He hasn't even turned on the camera yet.
Torture: ...
- The cameraman gives a thumbs up and Hank begins the interview.
Hank: I'm with current World Champion Torture, and Tort, you have a mighty task on Sunday, Reb and Dake in a three way dance for your World Title.
Torture: Yeah it's a mighty task but if you remember correctly it was my plan all along to do something like this. Hank, don't think for one second I'm on the losing end of this stick. My back isn't against the wall. Reb's is. Dake's is. They're against the wall and they'll be swinging for the fences. If you ask me they may never get a World Title shot like this again. I don't see Reb ever coming back to the main event scene after Blast! and for Dake.. I don't see him in WCF after Sunday. I'll make sure of it.
Hank: Your plan was to make Dake Ken and Reb fight each other before Blast!?
Torture: Of course. Listen. They obviously hate each other, and the chemistry between the two is what can I say? Cute. They seem to follow each other around like little puppies wanting milk, so it's only natural that I waited for the right time to announce Reb be the co-Number One Contender. You see, my plan was for Reb to get a rematch with Dake Ken as #1 Contender. It just makes perfect sense. The sense being that I can go in on Sunday at a hundred percent and fight off two men who have been beating the crap out of each other. It's a win-win... win situation. As opposed to a win-lose, or a lose-lose, or a lose-win-lose situation. It's in the binder, Hank.
Hank: What are you talking about?
Torture: Just go to the next question.
Hank: Being on the rumor mill a lot, I recently picked up something about an envelope you received from someone... hinting at a match?
Torture: What are YOU talking about?
Hank: Well.. let's just say it had a hot dog.
Torture: This interview is done.
Hank: What?
Torture: GET OUT.
Hank: Really?
- The Tort throws off his microphone and kicks the chair out from underneath him as he stands up pointing towards the door. Hank and his crew quickly scatter out of the front door. Tiffany tries calming Torture down. Tort slams the front door behind Hank and begins yelling. Tiffany tries talking Tort down. She grabs his fists. Torture is painted in rage. She, again, tries to calm down Torture when out of nowhere he picks her up and puts her against the wall. Inches away from her lips, Tiffany is in no control. Torture demands..
Torture: Get the limo ready. I'm going to Blast! right now.
- Before Tiffany can answer he sets her down and walks up the stairs back to his master bedroom. Tiffany catches her breath as we fade out.
