Post by Torture on Dec 19, 2009 19:43:58 GMT -5
- "Here comes the rain". Thursday morning. 11:50 am. Rain is coming down in downtown Los Angeles, California. Traffic isn't heavy, the sun is hidden behind dark clouds, and Torture is standing against the window. His head leaning against it, his right hand holding onto the window pane, his left hand in his black khaki pants. His dark blue button up shirt with the CoolWear Inc official logo over his heart, his five o'clock shadow coming through, and his silver watch laying softly around his left hand. A voice is heard behind him.
Nikki Venus: Someone say something?
- Nikki is sitting in a chair off to the side of the living room inside Torture's mansion. Wearing a black sweatshirt with some average looking jeans, her hair is a bit wet as if she just walked into Torture's house not too long ago. Another voice is heard after her.
Corey Black: Who cares..
- That's right. The motherfuckin' Corey Black is sitting on the couch. Looking a bit worse for wear, but his strong and confident attitude still seeps through with every single word that comes out of his mouth.
Nikki Venus: You care. I know you do. So does Torture. Hey! Why don't you come over here and sit down.
Torture: I don't need to sit down.
Nikki Venus: YES.. you do.
Corey Black: Why did I let you talk me into this..
Nikki Venus: (Sigh.) You told me you wanted to do it.. You both need this more than you think. More than ever. You're both going through a rough time. Jaxx can you please come sit down.
Torture: Don't call me that.
- Torture turns around and slowly walks towards his recliner. He sits down and acting as if he doesn't give two shits about this entire situation. As if he didn't agree to this before hand. However, he did. They both did, but now that they're together in one room and not fighting each other for the first time since 2007, perhaps they realize it's a bit harder than they thought.
Torture: So-
Corey Black: Media assumes you guys have been sleeping together. You know how that makes me feel?
Torture: We weren't sleeping together. At all. I don't even know how they found out she was here.
Corey Black: That's not the point. Point is it eats me and you're acting like it's not a big deal.
Nikki Venus: Easy. Why don't you discuss where this all began. In Japan.
Corey Black: A few weeks back I was in some death match. About ten or fifteen minutes before the ending spots I blacked out. I was hit over the head way too many times, the match was too long, we had too many spots..
Torture: Pfft. Too many spots huh?
Corey Black: Hey! It's how I wrestle asshole and if you have a problem with it why don't you step up.
Nikki Venus: Calm down..
Torture: Step up to what, Black? Look at you! You look like piss, your body is in pain, and your mental state is completely off balance!
Corey Black: MY mental state? ME? You fuckin' kidding me Torture? Jesus Christ, look at you! You lose friends, close family, and your head is spinning in all different directions, yet you accuse me? Get off your high horse you piece of shit. You've been mopin' around as if you can't fix your small problems. Step up, son.
- Torture's eyes roll and he leans back in his recliner.
Nikki Venus: Okay this might have been a bad idea.
Torture: No. Continue.
Corey Black: Well Japan gave me a few months off and even then I may not even go back there.. said it's an insurance reason or something or another and I have to take some time off from wrestling but hopefully I'll come back to WCF. If the timing is right.
Torture: So why here?
Corey Black: I don't know. I thought maybe we could talk. I've been pretty bored at home.
Torture: Hm.
Corey Black: Fine, whatever. Obviously we're not..
Torture: I agreed to do this didn't I? Sit back down. Jesus.
- Corey Black shakes his head and looks down at the floor.
Nikki Venus: When I was talking to Torture a few weeks ago, he said he'd like to talk to you. Black, you said the same thing to me three weeks ago. So why are you guys doing this?
Torture: Believe me, it's nice.
Corey Black: Well I don't have a team to talk to every day.
Torture: Pfft. I don't talk to them. They're followers. I don't talk to them too much, Seth does. Seth and I had a deal. We were to create a team for War so that we can improve my chances of not defending the World Heavyweight Championship title at One. It kind of worked, however, Slickie T thinks he's big shot, heavy hitter in WCF. Thinks he can do whatever the hell he wants. We tried to fool him into giving him the Tag Team Championship belt, so that way we were Tag Team Champions. He obviously declined that suggestion and went full force with me. He got in the heads of Team of Torture..
Corey Black: Took over your company..
Torture: ..Yeah, and thinks he has a legitimate shot at beating me for the World Heavyweight Championship.
Corey Black: If Logan couldn't do it, and I couldn't do it, who the fuck does he think he is?
Torture: Exactly. I've thought of better opponents and beat them in my head who were way more difficult than Slickie T.
Corey Black: I thought you respected him? Or at least told him you were scared?
Torture: No. (Smiles) That was me getting into his head. I know it worked too because he had to go find some time to find himself. Had to relax, get some peace and quiet.
Corey Black: Whatever. He's a bitch.
Torture: You said it not me. I guaranteed a win on Sunday at One.
Corey Black: You're five for five when you do.
Torture: Exactly. I know something Slickie T doesn't understand. Experience, the will to win, I mean the list goes on and on, we're not evenly matched, he's never had the advantage, and Slickie isn't getting the win on Sunday. If he believes he's raising his hand in victory while the ref puts the Heavyweight Championship title around his waist he's lying to himself and to everyone else. It's going to be brutal, he's going to give me all he's got but it will be three seconds too short and he'll be just another victim in the long line of "Can't Beat Torture".
Corey Black: Nice. Who the hell do these newbs think they are?
Torture: My point exactly. Johnny Reb, Mikami, Slickie T, all of them are nobodies and I've proved it over and over and over again.
Corey Black: Man, remember those newbs that thought they could beat us in tag matches?
Torture: J-X and Twister?
Corey Black: Yeah, what a bunch of douchebags. Sad that Seth Lerch didn't bring up the Tag Team titles, we were one of the best.
Torture: Greatest. We never lost, and we beat everybody. Never will there be a tag team like us.
Corey Black: True that.
Nikki Venus: This is more like it. Should I get something to drink for you guys?
Corey Black: I'd say so.
Torture: There's shit in the kitchen. Help yourself to it.
- The scene slowly fades out as Black and Torture begin to chat it up some more. They both needed this. Torture needed it to get his mindset straight. Black needed it to transition from wrestler to taking a break, back to being a wrestler. Their relationship is still wild and crazy. Friends, enemies, friends, enemies, the cycle will never end but for now, they're back on the same page. For now they're back to friends. A new scene lights up as Torture is sitting in some special room at some local studio. Hank and his cameraman are standing behind the camera as it's pointed towards Torture. He's wearing the same clothes from earlier in the day when he reconnected with Corey Black and Nikki Venus. Sitting in the chair, looking directly into the camera, he begins.
Torture: Slickie T is pretty confident that he's going to beat me. Plain and simple that is incorrect. It's false to claim that he'll be the one taking the World Heavyweight Championship belt off my waist. False because no one will ever take this title off my waist for as long as I'm still breathing. No one ever has, and no one ever will. Not Logan, not Reb, not Dake, not Mikami, nobody. Certainly not Slickie T. I can relate to the guy running the shithole hotel that he recently stayed at. Just like him I am everything to WCF. The greatest. The World Champion. The superstar of the show. Without me on results and cards, WCF would flunder, would slowly circle the toilet bowl of wrestling-death, and that can't happen. Without Torture there would be no Wrestling Championship Federation. I'm the begin-all, end-all of WCF from top to bottom. Slickie T is just another pawn in my way, just another confident, fan-cheering, go lucky go getter. You pander to the fans like a god damn hypocrite and you try so hard to be loved. Wait, that might be Jay Price, but either way, Slickie is nothing to me. Now that I realize his weakness.
I'm glad Slickie is ecstatic to have an opportunity to lose at the biggest stage for a wrestling event in the history of wrestling. You see, Torture doesn't lose at One, nor does he lose ever. The title has been stolen from me, taken from me, but I've never lost it. You listed "big" names on your list of some of the great wrestlers. Just like how you think you're going to win, you were wrong on that list too. Jack of Blades? Worthless. To put it to fact; Blades, Striker, Cairo were all World Champions AFTER all of the main eventers were gone. They were the top of the shittiest era in Wrestling Championship Federation. They're no more main-event status as was Rick Mad. I already exploited Logan for the real sad talent has was. He was a multi-time World Champion yet was fired almost every single time, and never held the title belt for as long as I have. Even if you count all of his runs together! I'm simply great, Cairo, Blades, Striker, Logan, Dake Ken.. they are not. I wouldn't even count Gravedigger on the list of being greats. He's racist. Gravedigger hates blacks.
Slickie T was the United States Champion for what? a few months? Won a few matches? Big deal. I was Hardcore Champion for over ten months, and beat the best of what Wrestling Championship Federation had to offer. PC Cradle? Vidneo? Hells Angel? Madd Dogg? All of them were taken care of within months of my journey to the top, my expedition to greatness. You want to lead WCF into the new decade? Uh.. dead wrong again. A few months ago I went to the ring and in front of 50,000 booing fans I told them I would guarantee that Torture would be on top until he retires. Logan wants me gone, you may want me gone, hell, half of this shitty roster may want me gone but that won't happen. I guaranteed a victory over you Slickie T, and you may not know this; but I always win. And.. uhm.. how do I say this? My opponents always lose. Simple.. yet complicated for most of you to understand. Especially you Slickie. Specifically you. I was a World Champion for six months, then it was stripped of my waist and I was fired. I came back and won the World Championship again in four weeks time! I was World Champion for another six months. The World Championship title was stolen from me during the Dake Ken, Johnny Reb, triple threat match I had. I was not pinned, and thus I never lost. The title was STOLEN from me. I came back to win the World Championship title for a third time. That's three Championship title reigns to your... what? None. While I've been at the top of the top you've been stuck in the middle. I mean come on, you lost to Havoc, a dude with lung cancer. What does that say about you Slickie? You've lost more in the last two months than I ever have. What does that tell you Slickie? You're more vulnerable than anyone here, and that's the advantage I have over you. That's your weakness. You and the rest of the roster may think I'm slowly going down, but nope. It's you Slickie. It's you.
I am not weak, I am not at my lowest point, in fact.. it's the opposite. You my friend have the pressure, you may have the biggest opportunity of a lifetime but that's a double edge sword because if you go down Slickie, they'll curse your name, hell they'll rake you through the coals as the man with all flash, no substance and the greatest choke artist in Wrestling Championship Federation. I've had my family taken away from me in 2006, I've lost friends, love for myself, I've lost my company and most of all I lost my mind which makes me as dangerous as I've ever been. But you know what Slickie?
- Torture looks down at the floor and smiles to himself. He looks back up directly into the camera..
Torture: It also makes me a man with.. nothing to lose.
- Hank and the Cameraman stand there a bit taken back by how serious and intense the situation turned into. Torture gets up and makes his way out of the studio, through the hallway and out the front door. Torture puts on his sunglasses and adjusts his shirt collar and makes his way to the back of the H2. A random driver in the front seat but Torture has a guest in the back. Torture opens the back door and slides in. The camera turns and it's Drew Rosenhaus.
Torture: Why do you look upset?
Drew Rosenhaus: Uhm, I just heard from Havoc.
Torture: Yeah??
Drew Rosenhaus: He's on a slippery slope they think. He feels worse than ever, and it's uhm.. pretty bad.
- Torture takes his sunglasses and sets them in his lap. His right hand squeeze into his eyes and temples.
Torture: Every time I take a step forward I have something pulling me back..
Drew Rosenhaus: I know bro..
Torture: I can't take this shit anymore.
- Torture puts back on his sunglasses. Official CoolWear Inc. sunglasses*. While looking out the side window, Drew notices him distraught and talks him up.
Drew Rosenhaus: Listen, it's just a rough patch mentally. You're still physically fit, you're still the worlds greatest athlete, hell, you're the worlds greatest Wrestler to ever grace the Wrestling Championship Federation ring! You just have to focus and concentrate. It may look like Slickie is on his way up and you're on your way down but that's not the case. You told me this morning on the phone that there was no way Slickie even compares to the accolades and super stardom you have achieved in the last four years. This event is on your turf anyway, you're the home team! Torture, you have this.
Torture: I know.. I know.
Drew Rosenhaus: Plus tomorrow morning before noon you'll be right back in charge of CoolWear Inc. which will be a nice positive in your direction and perhaps it will throw .. no, I know it will throw Slickie T right off his wagon! Advantage? Torture.
Torture: You're right. Pfft. What a Thursday, man.
Drew Rosenhaus: You're back to being a business man. No sleep for the wicked!
Torture: Yup.
- The H2 continues down the road. Destination: Unknown.
Nikki Venus: Someone say something?
- Nikki is sitting in a chair off to the side of the living room inside Torture's mansion. Wearing a black sweatshirt with some average looking jeans, her hair is a bit wet as if she just walked into Torture's house not too long ago. Another voice is heard after her.
Corey Black: Who cares..
- That's right. The motherfuckin' Corey Black is sitting on the couch. Looking a bit worse for wear, but his strong and confident attitude still seeps through with every single word that comes out of his mouth.
Nikki Venus: You care. I know you do. So does Torture. Hey! Why don't you come over here and sit down.
Torture: I don't need to sit down.
Nikki Venus: YES.. you do.
Corey Black: Why did I let you talk me into this..
Nikki Venus: (Sigh.) You told me you wanted to do it.. You both need this more than you think. More than ever. You're both going through a rough time. Jaxx can you please come sit down.
Torture: Don't call me that.
- Torture turns around and slowly walks towards his recliner. He sits down and acting as if he doesn't give two shits about this entire situation. As if he didn't agree to this before hand. However, he did. They both did, but now that they're together in one room and not fighting each other for the first time since 2007, perhaps they realize it's a bit harder than they thought.
Torture: So-
Corey Black: Media assumes you guys have been sleeping together. You know how that makes me feel?
Torture: We weren't sleeping together. At all. I don't even know how they found out she was here.
Corey Black: That's not the point. Point is it eats me and you're acting like it's not a big deal.
Nikki Venus: Easy. Why don't you discuss where this all began. In Japan.
Corey Black: A few weeks back I was in some death match. About ten or fifteen minutes before the ending spots I blacked out. I was hit over the head way too many times, the match was too long, we had too many spots..
Torture: Pfft. Too many spots huh?
Corey Black: Hey! It's how I wrestle asshole and if you have a problem with it why don't you step up.
Nikki Venus: Calm down..
Torture: Step up to what, Black? Look at you! You look like piss, your body is in pain, and your mental state is completely off balance!
Corey Black: MY mental state? ME? You fuckin' kidding me Torture? Jesus Christ, look at you! You lose friends, close family, and your head is spinning in all different directions, yet you accuse me? Get off your high horse you piece of shit. You've been mopin' around as if you can't fix your small problems. Step up, son.
- Torture's eyes roll and he leans back in his recliner.
Nikki Venus: Okay this might have been a bad idea.
Torture: No. Continue.
Corey Black: Well Japan gave me a few months off and even then I may not even go back there.. said it's an insurance reason or something or another and I have to take some time off from wrestling but hopefully I'll come back to WCF. If the timing is right.
Torture: So why here?
Corey Black: I don't know. I thought maybe we could talk. I've been pretty bored at home.
Torture: Hm.
Corey Black: Fine, whatever. Obviously we're not..
Torture: I agreed to do this didn't I? Sit back down. Jesus.
- Corey Black shakes his head and looks down at the floor.
Nikki Venus: When I was talking to Torture a few weeks ago, he said he'd like to talk to you. Black, you said the same thing to me three weeks ago. So why are you guys doing this?
Torture: Believe me, it's nice.
Corey Black: Well I don't have a team to talk to every day.
Torture: Pfft. I don't talk to them. They're followers. I don't talk to them too much, Seth does. Seth and I had a deal. We were to create a team for War so that we can improve my chances of not defending the World Heavyweight Championship title at One. It kind of worked, however, Slickie T thinks he's big shot, heavy hitter in WCF. Thinks he can do whatever the hell he wants. We tried to fool him into giving him the Tag Team Championship belt, so that way we were Tag Team Champions. He obviously declined that suggestion and went full force with me. He got in the heads of Team of Torture..
Corey Black: Took over your company..
Torture: ..Yeah, and thinks he has a legitimate shot at beating me for the World Heavyweight Championship.
Corey Black: If Logan couldn't do it, and I couldn't do it, who the fuck does he think he is?
Torture: Exactly. I've thought of better opponents and beat them in my head who were way more difficult than Slickie T.
Corey Black: I thought you respected him? Or at least told him you were scared?
Torture: No. (Smiles) That was me getting into his head. I know it worked too because he had to go find some time to find himself. Had to relax, get some peace and quiet.
Corey Black: Whatever. He's a bitch.
Torture: You said it not me. I guaranteed a win on Sunday at One.
Corey Black: You're five for five when you do.
Torture: Exactly. I know something Slickie T doesn't understand. Experience, the will to win, I mean the list goes on and on, we're not evenly matched, he's never had the advantage, and Slickie isn't getting the win on Sunday. If he believes he's raising his hand in victory while the ref puts the Heavyweight Championship title around his waist he's lying to himself and to everyone else. It's going to be brutal, he's going to give me all he's got but it will be three seconds too short and he'll be just another victim in the long line of "Can't Beat Torture".
Corey Black: Nice. Who the hell do these newbs think they are?
Torture: My point exactly. Johnny Reb, Mikami, Slickie T, all of them are nobodies and I've proved it over and over and over again.
Corey Black: Man, remember those newbs that thought they could beat us in tag matches?
Torture: J-X and Twister?
Corey Black: Yeah, what a bunch of douchebags. Sad that Seth Lerch didn't bring up the Tag Team titles, we were one of the best.
Torture: Greatest. We never lost, and we beat everybody. Never will there be a tag team like us.
Corey Black: True that.
Nikki Venus: This is more like it. Should I get something to drink for you guys?
Corey Black: I'd say so.
Torture: There's shit in the kitchen. Help yourself to it.
- The scene slowly fades out as Black and Torture begin to chat it up some more. They both needed this. Torture needed it to get his mindset straight. Black needed it to transition from wrestler to taking a break, back to being a wrestler. Their relationship is still wild and crazy. Friends, enemies, friends, enemies, the cycle will never end but for now, they're back on the same page. For now they're back to friends. A new scene lights up as Torture is sitting in some special room at some local studio. Hank and his cameraman are standing behind the camera as it's pointed towards Torture. He's wearing the same clothes from earlier in the day when he reconnected with Corey Black and Nikki Venus. Sitting in the chair, looking directly into the camera, he begins.
Torture: Slickie T is pretty confident that he's going to beat me. Plain and simple that is incorrect. It's false to claim that he'll be the one taking the World Heavyweight Championship belt off my waist. False because no one will ever take this title off my waist for as long as I'm still breathing. No one ever has, and no one ever will. Not Logan, not Reb, not Dake, not Mikami, nobody. Certainly not Slickie T. I can relate to the guy running the shithole hotel that he recently stayed at. Just like him I am everything to WCF. The greatest. The World Champion. The superstar of the show. Without me on results and cards, WCF would flunder, would slowly circle the toilet bowl of wrestling-death, and that can't happen. Without Torture there would be no Wrestling Championship Federation. I'm the begin-all, end-all of WCF from top to bottom. Slickie T is just another pawn in my way, just another confident, fan-cheering, go lucky go getter. You pander to the fans like a god damn hypocrite and you try so hard to be loved. Wait, that might be Jay Price, but either way, Slickie is nothing to me. Now that I realize his weakness.
I'm glad Slickie is ecstatic to have an opportunity to lose at the biggest stage for a wrestling event in the history of wrestling. You see, Torture doesn't lose at One, nor does he lose ever. The title has been stolen from me, taken from me, but I've never lost it. You listed "big" names on your list of some of the great wrestlers. Just like how you think you're going to win, you were wrong on that list too. Jack of Blades? Worthless. To put it to fact; Blades, Striker, Cairo were all World Champions AFTER all of the main eventers were gone. They were the top of the shittiest era in Wrestling Championship Federation. They're no more main-event status as was Rick Mad. I already exploited Logan for the real sad talent has was. He was a multi-time World Champion yet was fired almost every single time, and never held the title belt for as long as I have. Even if you count all of his runs together! I'm simply great, Cairo, Blades, Striker, Logan, Dake Ken.. they are not. I wouldn't even count Gravedigger on the list of being greats. He's racist. Gravedigger hates blacks.
Slickie T was the United States Champion for what? a few months? Won a few matches? Big deal. I was Hardcore Champion for over ten months, and beat the best of what Wrestling Championship Federation had to offer. PC Cradle? Vidneo? Hells Angel? Madd Dogg? All of them were taken care of within months of my journey to the top, my expedition to greatness. You want to lead WCF into the new decade? Uh.. dead wrong again. A few months ago I went to the ring and in front of 50,000 booing fans I told them I would guarantee that Torture would be on top until he retires. Logan wants me gone, you may want me gone, hell, half of this shitty roster may want me gone but that won't happen. I guaranteed a victory over you Slickie T, and you may not know this; but I always win. And.. uhm.. how do I say this? My opponents always lose. Simple.. yet complicated for most of you to understand. Especially you Slickie. Specifically you. I was a World Champion for six months, then it was stripped of my waist and I was fired. I came back and won the World Championship again in four weeks time! I was World Champion for another six months. The World Championship title was stolen from me during the Dake Ken, Johnny Reb, triple threat match I had. I was not pinned, and thus I never lost. The title was STOLEN from me. I came back to win the World Championship title for a third time. That's three Championship title reigns to your... what? None. While I've been at the top of the top you've been stuck in the middle. I mean come on, you lost to Havoc, a dude with lung cancer. What does that say about you Slickie? You've lost more in the last two months than I ever have. What does that tell you Slickie? You're more vulnerable than anyone here, and that's the advantage I have over you. That's your weakness. You and the rest of the roster may think I'm slowly going down, but nope. It's you Slickie. It's you.
I am not weak, I am not at my lowest point, in fact.. it's the opposite. You my friend have the pressure, you may have the biggest opportunity of a lifetime but that's a double edge sword because if you go down Slickie, they'll curse your name, hell they'll rake you through the coals as the man with all flash, no substance and the greatest choke artist in Wrestling Championship Federation. I've had my family taken away from me in 2006, I've lost friends, love for myself, I've lost my company and most of all I lost my mind which makes me as dangerous as I've ever been. But you know what Slickie?
- Torture looks down at the floor and smiles to himself. He looks back up directly into the camera..
Torture: It also makes me a man with.. nothing to lose.
- Hank and the Cameraman stand there a bit taken back by how serious and intense the situation turned into. Torture gets up and makes his way out of the studio, through the hallway and out the front door. Torture puts on his sunglasses and adjusts his shirt collar and makes his way to the back of the H2. A random driver in the front seat but Torture has a guest in the back. Torture opens the back door and slides in. The camera turns and it's Drew Rosenhaus.
Torture: Why do you look upset?
Drew Rosenhaus: Uhm, I just heard from Havoc.
Torture: Yeah??
Drew Rosenhaus: He's on a slippery slope they think. He feels worse than ever, and it's uhm.. pretty bad.
- Torture takes his sunglasses and sets them in his lap. His right hand squeeze into his eyes and temples.
Torture: Every time I take a step forward I have something pulling me back..
Drew Rosenhaus: I know bro..
Torture: I can't take this shit anymore.
- Torture puts back on his sunglasses. Official CoolWear Inc. sunglasses*. While looking out the side window, Drew notices him distraught and talks him up.
Drew Rosenhaus: Listen, it's just a rough patch mentally. You're still physically fit, you're still the worlds greatest athlete, hell, you're the worlds greatest Wrestler to ever grace the Wrestling Championship Federation ring! You just have to focus and concentrate. It may look like Slickie is on his way up and you're on your way down but that's not the case. You told me this morning on the phone that there was no way Slickie even compares to the accolades and super stardom you have achieved in the last four years. This event is on your turf anyway, you're the home team! Torture, you have this.
Torture: I know.. I know.
Drew Rosenhaus: Plus tomorrow morning before noon you'll be right back in charge of CoolWear Inc. which will be a nice positive in your direction and perhaps it will throw .. no, I know it will throw Slickie T right off his wagon! Advantage? Torture.
Torture: You're right. Pfft. What a Thursday, man.
Drew Rosenhaus: You're back to being a business man. No sleep for the wicked!
Torture: Yup.
- The H2 continues down the road. Destination: Unknown.
