Post by Torture on Aug 17, 2006 0:28:09 GMT -5
Torture: Oh! Hello there. Didn't see you.
- The One and Only acknowledges the WCF Cameraman who appears to be in the doorway of Torts' Apartment. The camerman appeared to be following Torture as he entered the parking lot. He's just coming back in from a Job, and it's obvious as to why the Camera and this man is here. Torture knows it. You know it. Hell, we all know it.
Torture: Well, I guess it's time for me to speak again eh? Figures. I've heard a lot about what's actually going on, and whose saying what and why. I have a few things to say, and a couple questions to answer, because apparently, the public and fellow wrestlers would like to know.
- He takes off his jogging shoes. Gray and Yellow low-top NIKEs. They have CWI on the back of them. Pretty dope shoes, if you ask me.
Torture: First off, it is hard being a World Champion, for WCF. You have to make a ton of appearences, not only for just me, but for WCF as well. I love seeing the flocks of fans that come out of their busy schedules just to make it for an autograph. I love how i'm breaking records left and right for fan appearences, and speeches. That's a fact. However, the fiction is, is that I appear to be a homeless wrestler to the WCF. It seems that you're uneducated as to what I actually do. See, I go out to the public, make more fans for WCF, so you can keep your happy two-bit nothing rookie ass in the ring. No reason to get worked up over this matter, as there is obviously more severe matters at hand.
- Torture takes off his Nike Tank Top and tosses it to the couch. He then sits on the coffee table to take off his socks.
Torture: I would also like to point out, that everything I've ever been through in my entire life, I'm still probably the most succesful human being walking this earth. A little egotistical, I know, but hear me out.
Anything I ever wanted from anyone or anything, I got placed into my hands. The most awesome job, great parents, a happily-ever-after marriage, a beautiful son, three great friends, and few achievements in the world of Wrestling. I even started a small business four years ago, entitled CoolWear Inc., which with the help of great people, it went International earlier in the year. CWI is roughly worth more than 25 million dollars. Now, I don't have that much money in the bank, because I have great people working for me at CoolWear Inc headquarters, and I have tons of associates and business partners that work side by side with me to keep that company afloat. That is a fact. The fiction? That it is being sold at a Good Will store. Now, despite that some customers may have taken it there, doesn't hurt me in anyway. Actually makes me happy, that some people take the time to buy more CoolWear Inc clothes, while taking the ones back that don't fit to a Good Will store to donate to people that are of less fortunate.
A few flags have been raised about my living situation. Since the tragedy, I'm no longer allowed to walk back in that house, as is nobody else. The house will actually be destroyed later this year, just so you know. Also, you may think I like living in a raggedy apartment, but I don't. I'm looking into purchasing a house here in Los Angeles in a few weeks. I'm going to need a big trophy room for all of the Titles I've garnered in my wrestling career, along with all of the tournaments I've went through as well.
- Torture takes off both socks. He then stands up and slides his running shorts off. The blue and silver shorts are his favorite, but you didn't hear that from me.
Torture: Hold on.. my phone is buzzing.
- He picks up his phone and flips it open. He reads it and smiles. He comes back to the camera after setting his phone down, and putting on some jeans.
Torture: Jack of Blades, oh, how I wish you could see the way the real world looks down on you.
You speak about how no one is able to react to your superior intellect, and your articulate rants, however, you do fail to realize you have niether in your segments. You may, some how, with the assistance of acid, be able to have sexual relations with the walking dead, or talk to spirits, or even take god awful objects and use them for your pleasure, but one thing is rest assured, that it never happened. It's all fiction, none of it fact. Atleast, not in the real world. I just can't get into the whole slapschtick comedy/horror genre you're creating, I just really can't.
I'm also not into hearing about the same old personal attacks that everyone else has said in the past six months. I may relate to you however, because maybe, well, I don't really know, but maybe you're in some sort of depression? I've lost my best friend, had my manager screw me in the back, and my family lost, so maybe I kind of know what you're going through.
- Torture puts on a blue and white polo shirt. He puts on his watch and slips on some all white Reeboks. He takes some water from the kitchen sink and throws his hands through his hair, making a messy, but sexy lookin' hair style. You know how Torture is.
Torture: There is two kinds of people in this world. Ones who can't cope with the pressure, and ones who can. I'm more of the latter, being that I have past every pressured situation ever known to man that was tossed into my lap. I'm not genious, and you may have a higher IQ than me. I just don't think you see the real world, and it maybe due to the maturity level you have set yourself upon.
Fact.. Torture is the WCF World Champion. Creeping Death is the Hardcore Champion. Nate Nytro is the Television Champion, and Dake Ken is one of the highest paid WCF wrestlers here, not just with dollar signs, but with respect. We are the New Dynasty, and I don't know if you officially know that or not. What you say though, is mostly fiction.
- Torture walks out of the apartment and locks the door. The cameraman follows close behind as Torture gets to his car. He opens the front door, and turns to the camera.
Torture: Creeping Death just messaged me via my cell phone, and he's in town. I'm going to get some pizza with him, so we can talk about our match, and catch up on the past two weeks. Now, I know you'd like to see him laying in a ditch, but thats just more fiction from your uneducated mind. Oh, and I've only used the word Veteran once this whole week, and I bet you know when I said it. Well, WCF Cameraman. I'm hungry. I'll check you later. Tort. Out.
- Torture gets into his car and closes the door. The key turns the ignition on, and the man who with the black WCF shirt, slowly brings us out of the scene. He then drops the camera and yells out a few vulgar words, however, thats irrelevant to this segment. Damn cameramen.
- The One and Only acknowledges the WCF Cameraman who appears to be in the doorway of Torts' Apartment. The camerman appeared to be following Torture as he entered the parking lot. He's just coming back in from a Job, and it's obvious as to why the Camera and this man is here. Torture knows it. You know it. Hell, we all know it.
Torture: Well, I guess it's time for me to speak again eh? Figures. I've heard a lot about what's actually going on, and whose saying what and why. I have a few things to say, and a couple questions to answer, because apparently, the public and fellow wrestlers would like to know.
- He takes off his jogging shoes. Gray and Yellow low-top NIKEs. They have CWI on the back of them. Pretty dope shoes, if you ask me.
Torture: First off, it is hard being a World Champion, for WCF. You have to make a ton of appearences, not only for just me, but for WCF as well. I love seeing the flocks of fans that come out of their busy schedules just to make it for an autograph. I love how i'm breaking records left and right for fan appearences, and speeches. That's a fact. However, the fiction is, is that I appear to be a homeless wrestler to the WCF. It seems that you're uneducated as to what I actually do. See, I go out to the public, make more fans for WCF, so you can keep your happy two-bit nothing rookie ass in the ring. No reason to get worked up over this matter, as there is obviously more severe matters at hand.
- Torture takes off his Nike Tank Top and tosses it to the couch. He then sits on the coffee table to take off his socks.
Torture: I would also like to point out, that everything I've ever been through in my entire life, I'm still probably the most succesful human being walking this earth. A little egotistical, I know, but hear me out.
Anything I ever wanted from anyone or anything, I got placed into my hands. The most awesome job, great parents, a happily-ever-after marriage, a beautiful son, three great friends, and few achievements in the world of Wrestling. I even started a small business four years ago, entitled CoolWear Inc., which with the help of great people, it went International earlier in the year. CWI is roughly worth more than 25 million dollars. Now, I don't have that much money in the bank, because I have great people working for me at CoolWear Inc headquarters, and I have tons of associates and business partners that work side by side with me to keep that company afloat. That is a fact. The fiction? That it is being sold at a Good Will store. Now, despite that some customers may have taken it there, doesn't hurt me in anyway. Actually makes me happy, that some people take the time to buy more CoolWear Inc clothes, while taking the ones back that don't fit to a Good Will store to donate to people that are of less fortunate.
A few flags have been raised about my living situation. Since the tragedy, I'm no longer allowed to walk back in that house, as is nobody else. The house will actually be destroyed later this year, just so you know. Also, you may think I like living in a raggedy apartment, but I don't. I'm looking into purchasing a house here in Los Angeles in a few weeks. I'm going to need a big trophy room for all of the Titles I've garnered in my wrestling career, along with all of the tournaments I've went through as well.
- Torture takes off both socks. He then stands up and slides his running shorts off. The blue and silver shorts are his favorite, but you didn't hear that from me.
Torture: Hold on.. my phone is buzzing.
- He picks up his phone and flips it open. He reads it and smiles. He comes back to the camera after setting his phone down, and putting on some jeans.
Torture: Jack of Blades, oh, how I wish you could see the way the real world looks down on you.
You speak about how no one is able to react to your superior intellect, and your articulate rants, however, you do fail to realize you have niether in your segments. You may, some how, with the assistance of acid, be able to have sexual relations with the walking dead, or talk to spirits, or even take god awful objects and use them for your pleasure, but one thing is rest assured, that it never happened. It's all fiction, none of it fact. Atleast, not in the real world. I just can't get into the whole slapschtick comedy/horror genre you're creating, I just really can't.
I'm also not into hearing about the same old personal attacks that everyone else has said in the past six months. I may relate to you however, because maybe, well, I don't really know, but maybe you're in some sort of depression? I've lost my best friend, had my manager screw me in the back, and my family lost, so maybe I kind of know what you're going through.
- Torture puts on a blue and white polo shirt. He puts on his watch and slips on some all white Reeboks. He takes some water from the kitchen sink and throws his hands through his hair, making a messy, but sexy lookin' hair style. You know how Torture is.
Torture: There is two kinds of people in this world. Ones who can't cope with the pressure, and ones who can. I'm more of the latter, being that I have past every pressured situation ever known to man that was tossed into my lap. I'm not genious, and you may have a higher IQ than me. I just don't think you see the real world, and it maybe due to the maturity level you have set yourself upon.
Fact.. Torture is the WCF World Champion. Creeping Death is the Hardcore Champion. Nate Nytro is the Television Champion, and Dake Ken is one of the highest paid WCF wrestlers here, not just with dollar signs, but with respect. We are the New Dynasty, and I don't know if you officially know that or not. What you say though, is mostly fiction.
- Torture walks out of the apartment and locks the door. The cameraman follows close behind as Torture gets to his car. He opens the front door, and turns to the camera.
Torture: Creeping Death just messaged me via my cell phone, and he's in town. I'm going to get some pizza with him, so we can talk about our match, and catch up on the past two weeks. Now, I know you'd like to see him laying in a ditch, but thats just more fiction from your uneducated mind. Oh, and I've only used the word Veteran once this whole week, and I bet you know when I said it. Well, WCF Cameraman. I'm hungry. I'll check you later. Tort. Out.
- Torture gets into his car and closes the door. The key turns the ignition on, and the man who with the black WCF shirt, slowly brings us out of the scene. He then drops the camera and yells out a few vulgar words, however, thats irrelevant to this segment. Damn cameramen.
