Post by Torture on Jun 26, 2006 15:37:14 GMT -5
- Monday, June 26th, 2006 is a date that everyone will remember. It's the day, where everyone woke up thinking.. "Did last night really happen? My favorite Wrestler.. Won the World Title?". It's the day where children ran to their friends house, yapping at a hundred miles an hour, asking if their friends saw the Pay Per View as well. The day after Torture won the WCF World Heavyweight Championship Title. The belt that signifies you are Number One... and you know it.
- Monday, June 26th will be a day Torture will always remember as well, however, for different reasons. Monday, this day, is the day where Torture woke up not knowing where he was, and for the first time in his life, he wasn't happy about what happened the day before. See, Torture wakes up every morning, and makes sure that he is always happy with what he did the day before, no matter what happens. He tries to find a positive... however, this time.. he woke up in a bed that didn't belong to him. It didn't belong to anybody. He woke up.. not happy. He wasn't infuriated. He just wasn't happy.
Torture: Where.. Am... I?
- He mumbles the words out of his mouth, looking at an all white ceiling, with lights. He notices that this is a very familiar room, maybe a similiar room that he's been in once before. Or many times before. A voice is heard, however, it's not a man, and Torture notices that right off the bat. It's a womans voice. A soothing voice, none the less.
Woman: You're at the American Medical Response Center. Everything is fine. Last night, you we're knocked out with a few very minor injuries. Thank god you got here in time. I'm Doctor Vallerine.
- Torture realizes where he is. A hospital. He thinks nothing of it for a few seconds, but then it hits him like a train hitting a poor pedestrian at the end of his wits. Last time he was in a hospital, was the last time his life was half way normal. He begins to breathe heavy, and sweat begins to pour down his face. Bandaids cover his forehead, while his temporary neckbrace cradles his neck area. Torture tries to get the attention of the Doctor, but he can't speak all of a sudden. It's getting worse and worse, and finally, the Doctor notices.
Doctor: NURSE! WE GOT A SIX-ZERO-FIVE!
- The Doctor grabs Tortures head, and holds him down. Torture begins to cough very loudly and disturbingly. No more than ten seconds pass by and two nurses run in. One with wet towells, and the other with a shot. One nurse begins to wet down Tortures sweating head, while the other nurse hands the needle to the Doctor. She stabs it in the shoulder, and Torture looks as if he's going numb. His coughing stops, his breathing slows down, and the sweating looks as if it's done dripping out of his skin. The nurses wipe him up and leave the room. The Doctor wipes her brow.
Doctor: You started hyper ventalating. It's alright. The shot I gave you is just to calm you down a bit. It's going to make you feel icky, but it's not going to make you feel anything other than that. Torture, last night you suffered minor injuries to your neck. Other than that, you are in very good condition. I've already talked to a few people at Wrestling Championship Federation, and they are very pleased with you. A few congradulations.. but i'm not exactly sure why. However, I'm supposed to inform you that you will be indeed, working this Sunday. Something about a Defense, a Match, and a Best Friend. Not exactly sure. Blah BLah Blah Blah Blah..
- Torture's eyes begin to close... he's falling asleep. The shot took all his energy away from. He lays there motionless in a hospital bed. Thanks to Reckless Jack.
- June 26th is a day everyone will remember. It's the day after the best Wrestler in the Business won the World Title. The day that Torture woke up in a wrong bed. The day, that officially starts Tortures Wrestling Domination... if he can get out of bed..
- Monday, June 26th will be a day Torture will always remember as well, however, for different reasons. Monday, this day, is the day where Torture woke up not knowing where he was, and for the first time in his life, he wasn't happy about what happened the day before. See, Torture wakes up every morning, and makes sure that he is always happy with what he did the day before, no matter what happens. He tries to find a positive... however, this time.. he woke up in a bed that didn't belong to him. It didn't belong to anybody. He woke up.. not happy. He wasn't infuriated. He just wasn't happy.
Torture: Where.. Am... I?
- He mumbles the words out of his mouth, looking at an all white ceiling, with lights. He notices that this is a very familiar room, maybe a similiar room that he's been in once before. Or many times before. A voice is heard, however, it's not a man, and Torture notices that right off the bat. It's a womans voice. A soothing voice, none the less.
Woman: You're at the American Medical Response Center. Everything is fine. Last night, you we're knocked out with a few very minor injuries. Thank god you got here in time. I'm Doctor Vallerine.
- Torture realizes where he is. A hospital. He thinks nothing of it for a few seconds, but then it hits him like a train hitting a poor pedestrian at the end of his wits. Last time he was in a hospital, was the last time his life was half way normal. He begins to breathe heavy, and sweat begins to pour down his face. Bandaids cover his forehead, while his temporary neckbrace cradles his neck area. Torture tries to get the attention of the Doctor, but he can't speak all of a sudden. It's getting worse and worse, and finally, the Doctor notices.
Doctor: NURSE! WE GOT A SIX-ZERO-FIVE!
- The Doctor grabs Tortures head, and holds him down. Torture begins to cough very loudly and disturbingly. No more than ten seconds pass by and two nurses run in. One with wet towells, and the other with a shot. One nurse begins to wet down Tortures sweating head, while the other nurse hands the needle to the Doctor. She stabs it in the shoulder, and Torture looks as if he's going numb. His coughing stops, his breathing slows down, and the sweating looks as if it's done dripping out of his skin. The nurses wipe him up and leave the room. The Doctor wipes her brow.
Doctor: You started hyper ventalating. It's alright. The shot I gave you is just to calm you down a bit. It's going to make you feel icky, but it's not going to make you feel anything other than that. Torture, last night you suffered minor injuries to your neck. Other than that, you are in very good condition. I've already talked to a few people at Wrestling Championship Federation, and they are very pleased with you. A few congradulations.. but i'm not exactly sure why. However, I'm supposed to inform you that you will be indeed, working this Sunday. Something about a Defense, a Match, and a Best Friend. Not exactly sure. Blah BLah Blah Blah Blah..
- Torture's eyes begin to close... he's falling asleep. The shot took all his energy away from. He lays there motionless in a hospital bed. Thanks to Reckless Jack.
- June 26th is a day everyone will remember. It's the day after the best Wrestler in the Business won the World Title. The day that Torture woke up in a wrong bed. The day, that officially starts Tortures Wrestling Domination... if he can get out of bed..
