Post by Torture on Dec 20, 2009 16:57:47 GMT -5
- The scene is set inside the meeting room in CoolWear Inc. offices. Torture and Drew Rosenhaus sitting on the end of a very long boardroom like table. On the other end is the ten directors and general managers with their lawyers and such. The meeting has been going for nearly twenty minutes. Drew wearing his FINEST suit, while Torture in his all time favorite CoolWear Inc. pinstripe black suit with matching tie.
Lawyer: I'm sorry Torture, but Slickie has this place wrapped up. Who knows when he's going to get it back. You left a small loophole in the contracts of this place.
Torture: NO... You did!
Lawyer: Either way, he crossed the t's, dotted the i's and got himself in here. To be honest, the staff that sits at this table excluding you don't have a problem with Slickie T running CoolWear Inc. into the future.
Torture: The future?
Drew: Maybe we didn't make our statement clear, we want CWI back in Torture's hands and for you to fire Slickie T as soon as possible, no.. right now.
Lawyer: I'm sorry. We can't do that.. Slickie T has this place wrapped up. It's his.
Torture: Quit telling me that Slickie has this placed wrapped up. I built this company..
- Now yelling.
Torture: FROM THE BOTTOM TO THE TOP. I PUT IN HOURS AND HOURS AND HOURS INTO THIS GOD DAMN BUILDING AND I'LL BE DAMNED IF SLICKIE KEEPS IT FROM ME! ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING..
- Torture takes the briefcase that was sitting on the table top between him and Drew. The silver briefcase is now slammed against the table several times. It's bent, it's broken, and for some reason Torture hasn't let up.
Torture: NOW GIVE ME BACK WHATS MINE.. DON'T MAKE ME DO THIS THE HARD WAY!
Drew: Calm down Tort-
Lawyer: Torture, I suggest you don't make threats and I assume you will be leaving now.
Drew: Come on.
Torture: THIS IS BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT GREG, AND JERRY, AND MIKE! YOU KNOW THIS! I MADE YOU WHO YOU ARE!
- Torture gets escorted out by Drew Rosenhaus down the hallway and into the 42nd story elevator. The doors close and Torture yells out some obscenities and begins punching at the walls of the elevator. Drew isn't in the mood to stop him so quickly. Torture leans his back against the wall and slides down to a sitting position. Torture breathes in and out heavily and pulls his Blackberry cell phone out of his right front pocket. He turns the ringer back on and checks some messages. His eyes focus in on the recent text message.
Tiffany: Hey. Good luck against Allen G. Keep that World Title and keep that head up.
- Drew Rosenhaus looks down at Torture and realizes he's reading his phone. The mental state is going crazy. He might be falling off the wagon, he might be spinning in circles, he might be honestly trying to take one step forward yet taking two steps back. Whichever the case, Torture continues looking at the phone.
Drew: Hey.
Torture: We're going to the arena.
Drew: What? One isn't until tomorrow. I highly suggest you take the rest of this day resting and just sleep tonight.
Torture: We're going. To the arena.
Drew: Alright.
- In that exchange Torture made it to his feet just as the elevator door opened. Torture now walking with a sense of purpose as Drew tries hard to keep up. They walk through the lobby of CoolWear Inc. and out the rotating glass doors. The H2 is parked out front in the visitor parking lot. Torture has never parked there. He jumps into the front seat, turns the key and the engine starts. Drew makes it to the passenger seat just in time as Torture takes off down the road.
Drew: Why go to the arena?
Torture: Wrestling Championship Federation sets up two post-One press conferences. One for the newly crowned World Heavyweight Champion, and one for the World Champion just in case he successfully defends the title. It's a professional business decision to make the press conferences look great for production. Whichever wins goes to the press conference room within minutes and talks to the media. Banners, merchandise, all that crap.
Drew: Like Professional Sports?
Torture: Exactly. You got it.
Drew: Hm.
- Twenty minutes later Torture is looking at himself in a mirror. It's a dimly light room. Torture isn't blinking, isn't moving, and hardly breathing. Slowing takes off his sunglasses and folds them correctly into his left front pocket in his suit jacket. The scene cuts to Drew whose waiting outside up against the H2. Drew and the H2 are in the back employee parking lot of the arena. The same venue that will hold Wrestling Championship Federations biggest event of the year. One. It's around five o'clock Drew is still leaning up against the Hummer. Drew turns and we notice he's on the phone.
Drew: Yeah, he told me to wait out here. I don't know what he's up to.
- Torture continues to look in the mirror. He winks at himself, tightens up his suit coat and clears his throat. Torture walks from behind the curtain and walks up the small stage. He stands behind the microphone and rests his hands on the podium. Standing straight up, and relaxed, Torture speaks into the mic.
Torture: Tomorrow evening will be the biggest fight I've ever had in Wrestling Championship Federation. The man I'm facing is far better than Logan, Reckless Jack, Creeping Death, and Gravedigger. In the last several months Slickie T has been on quite the rise and has finally reached the top. Well, I have news for you. I did the same exact thing four years ago. In 2005 I took out Wrestling Championship Federations best of the best. Hall of Famers, Legends, Icons, I took them out within two months and captured the Hardcore Championship title. With that piece of gold around my waist I defeated the likes of PC Cradle, Hellz Angel, Vidneo, Madd Dogg, Gayfather, the list goes on and on and on. I held that Championship the longest anyone has held ANY Championship title. For nearly ten months, I was the greatest Hardcore Champion in the history of WCF. I became the ONLY two time.. TWO.. TIME.. Peoples Champion and I never lost the titles in both instances. In that same fifteen month span, I finally received a World Title shot against JJ Biggs. Biggs was the ultimate mid-carder. Never going anywhere and only held the World Championship title for three and a half weeks. I cleaned house, I picked him off, and I captured my first of three.. World Championship title reigns. Shortly after, I had to face Reckless Jack once again, I had to face Creeping Death in a serious of crazy and extreme World Title matches. I had to face your good ol' respected buddy Dake Ken and I squashed him like the little bug he was. I then faced Logan in what was titled as the Greatest Match in Wrestling Championship Federation history. The match was nothing. If anything, I led him to believe that he was inches and nearly seconds away from beating me. However, he wasn't. He was never in the spotlight, which made him very jealous, which made him very weak, which made him defeated by the hands of me in what I call one of the easiest matches I ever had to participate in. Yeah, Allen. That was my first run. What have you done? Won the United States Championship and lost it to Havoc, you won War as the final participant! You then were given one of the greatest opportunities as being able to join Team of Torture and become the Tag Team Champion with me, Torture.
We all know what happened next, you declined, the next week you accepted that we will have a World Heavyweight Championship match, and you tried hard to get inside the heads of my teammates, fighting off the likes of every battle that Seth Lerch threw your way. You then backdoor'd my company, took it over and now claim it as yours. Pfft. Slickie T, you are nothing but a criminal and a hypocrite. Sure, I still think this is going to be the hardest fight in my life, as I regard you higher than the rest of these petty "wrestlers". But I still don't think you're great.. you're not even good enough. What you've done in the last several months is nothing compared to the three World Championship title reigns, the Hardcore Championship reign, the two time Peoples Championship reign, the one-off International Championship title reign, and being regarded so high above the rest of the roster that I can't even fit into the Hall of Fame. You honestly believe you're going to beat me? With what? Who cares about your past accomplishments in other federations. I've done everything in every other Federation, yet I always find the easiest and greatest reigns right here.
Seth Lerch and I agreed to a plan that would assemble Wrestling Championship Federations best and brightest; Ryan Daniels, Havoc, Death, Anthrax and Colt along side Jay Price and Mikami. With this team we set out to clear out the War match so that I wouldn't have to defend the World Heavyweight Championship at One. The plan lightly backfired and we had to change things on the fly. Slickie, plain and simple, you dug this grave. YOU made the mistake of not accepting what could have been the greatest career you would ever have. You don't need money, you need experience, you need a team that can rally behind you in times of danger, you need Gold and now that you declined that, Slickie, I apologize but tomorrow night at One, you will go down in a blaze of hell. I stand behind my guarantee. Torture defeats Slickie at One.
I'm also glad that I have my closest friends defending me in time of need. For being such a great business man, you sure do love to play games. You tease with CoolWear Inc., you have your lackeys running around the country trying to find you, Slickie it seems like in your world you're already on top of the wrestling mountain. You're not tough shit, you're not number one, hell, after tomorrow night you'll slide so far down the ladder you'll be back to facing D-Day and Anastasia. I'll bet you'll have that Television Championship in five.. maybe six months top. That is if you don't find more time to get peace, and find quietness. I don't need peace and quiet, Slickie, so let's make one thing clear. It was a rough patch, I found myself, I found your weakness, and now It's time to exploit it. One will change your life forever and it won't be good for you.
You've recently discussed how I called you another victim. Does that hurt you? Did you take it to heart? I suggest you don't, however, every man before you has stood in your place, talked the talk, hell, they walked the walk for a short while but they all fell to the One and Only. The greatest of greats. The Icon Killer, the most winning-est man in Wrestling Championship Federation history, Me. You're no different, Slick. "You're going to fall hard." "You're going to end up losing." "I'll run the WCF into the next era!" "You will no longer wrestle after I win." It's the same thing.. every time. You have said nothing different and you're fooling yourself if you think you can take me down. No one has and no one ever will.
Wrestling Championship Federation needs me now more than ever. Let me give you yet another history lesson so that you're not making the mistake of ever letting it happen again. I was stripped of my first World Championship title and the World Title then was given to Jack of Blades, Striker, and Creeping Death. Two of those men will probably never main event a pay per view ever again. They were mid-carders then, and mid-carders now, and forever will be the ones who tried to carry the era but let it slowly die. You see, when I was stripped of the World Title, Wrestling Championship Federation ended up lasting for four more months. It was regarded as one of the greatest eras in professional wrestling history, yet it was the beginning of the end when Torture was stripped and fired. Now, for my second World Heavyweight Championship title reign, the title was stolen from me on account of me not submitting nor being pinned. Dake Ken won the World Heavyweight Championship by pinning Johnny Reb. Reb captured the title slowly after that and ratings seemed to suffer. Segments were at an all time high. Hell, even Seth Lerch didn't know what to do. I had an Ace in my back pocket and I ensured my spot at the end of the World Championship Series where I faced Mikami and Johnny Reb. I won in that match and Wrestling Championship Federation was running at full speed.. again. You see what I do, Slickie? Without me there is no results, there is no cards, there is no feuds, no storylines, nothing. When I leave, WCF slowly begins to die. You don't understand that, because you're just another victim talking the talk and attempting to walk the walk. I get it, you're confident, but confidence and experience doesn't beat me. It gets you close, but it doesn't give you the win you want. If I were you, I'd start looking for moral victories. For instance, lasting longer then fifteen minutes, accepting the fact that you're in your biggest main event match at the biggest Pay Per View. Heck, that's two accomplishments right there. Just be proud of that and hang the hat up tomorrow night before going to bed and dream about winning that Television Championship title six months from now.
You want to badly be a WCF Superstar huh? Want to be locked into that hall of fame, your picture on the corridor in the Wrestling Championship Federation under "Great Superstars". Come on Slickie, you'll never be on that level. Hell, half of that building was created because of me. Without my ratings, my draw, the money I put myself on the line for inside that ring, WCF would never have lasted this long. The only reason this place keeps coming back is because of me. You have noticed that WCF dies without me, right? It gets created against because of me. Why would you ever want to ruin that, Slickie? I suggest you back down now, or get yourself into a deeper grave. You disrespected me enough, Slickie and now it's time for you to pay.
My mental state is rotating between evil, serial killer, and the bad guy. I'm not sure which one you'll get tomorrow night at One, but I'm almost positive that any of those three can come out during any part of our match, if not all of them combined. It's what makes me. I'm connected to every part of my life from when I was five years old. A twelve year old boy who lost his Mother and Father because his older brother couldn't put the drugs, gangs and the petty cash down. The older brother who said everything would be fine, who made empty FUCKING promises to a boy who had nothing left in his life but the future he hardly clung on to. I became a fighter, a wrestler, a business man because of that and when so called GOD shows up and grants me light he FUCKING TAKES IT AWAY... TAKES IT AWAY FROM ME AND FOR WHAT?
For what, Slickie? I've lost more family than you've lost respect, I've lost more friends and made more enemies than you could ever imagine. This so called God that every one prays to granted me a wife and a son. Yet, he took them away from me faster than you could say "Torture wins at One." Yet, you call me out on staying connected to all of that. I cling on to my past, and I stay connected because it gives me a reason to hate. To pass on 'torture' to my enemies and opponents, it makes me... me. It' makes me evil, makes me the bad guy, makes me the man whose going to continue winning, and the man who guaranteed a win over Slickie T. Torture is Torture because of the past, because I am the current, which also makes me the future.
There will be no new era, Slickie. You will not gather the troops, take us across enemy lines and lead us into the new frontier. You won't do it. I already have led us into the new era, Slickie, did you not watch Slam from three months ago, when I won this World Heavyweight Championship back? I promised and vowed to never let the gold that sits around my waist be taken or stolen from me ever again. I put that in myself, I put that on this company, and I put that on the entire industry of Wrestling. I am the greatest, Slickie, welcome to hell.
Dear Wrestling Championship Federation staff, employees, past and current wrestlers.. On this day, I am delivering a promise, a guarantee, and a safe plan to keep Wrestling Championship Federation running and running for a long time. We've seen many battles, and a War that took focus away from what indeed great in WCF. To gather and reclaim the wrestling dream and reaffirm that truth – that out of many, I am the one that while we breathe, we hope, and where we are met with negativity, and doubt, and those who tell me that I can’t, I will respond with that timeless creed that sums up the spirit of my very dark heart: Torture. Will. Win. I will not be slowed down or stopped, and I will continue my hard work with dedication, with heartless emotion, and bring you the very best in classy, greatness, and successfully defending my World Heavyweight Championship title for months, upon months to come. I will not back down from a fight, and though I may be unstable, that is what makes this even better. You have, and will, never see a wrestler as great as me in your entire lifetime. Slickie T is nothing, he's a challenger, and he's good at best, and after tomorrow night, I will be the face that is smiling, I will be raising my arms, I will be holding tight to the one item in this world that keeps me going. The World Heavyweight Championship title. Thank you and good night.
- Torture pulls out his cell phone. Pressing numerous buttons as if he is sending a text message, the camera slowly pans out of the tight frame that only showed the podium and Torture. We notice the press conference room was completely empty this entire time. Torture slides his phone back into his pocket and slides his sunglasses on. He walks off the stage as the camera continues to pan out some more recognizing a banner that hung up over the stage. The banner read "NEW WORLD CHAMMPION: ALLEN 'SLICKIE T' GUILIANO". Torture is now shown walking out the door where a new shot is picked up as he walks down the sidewalk away from the arena. Quietly thinking to himself as he nears the hotel he'll be staying at the night before his defense of the World Heavyweight Championship against Slickie T, we hear his thoughts.
He made a guarantee weeks ago. He completed and distributed t-shirts that said Slickie T - New World Champion to thousands and thousands of fans. He dug the grave and made the first strike. Warning alarms were going off in my head for weeks. One day I woke up and they stopped. I realized that I needed to counteract every one of his points, promises, and guarantees so that Wrestling Championship Federation stays under my thumb of control. There is presidents, owners, general managers, but there is only one Torture. I will fight hard, I will cheat, I will show no remorse. If career-killing is what I have to go back to, I gladly will. They called me Icon-Killer, hell, I was regarded as a Wrestling God, and now is not the time to give in or give up. I have found that losing family and friends is not what I care about inside that wrestling ring. What I care about is the priceless gold that vowed to never let go of. My hands clench tight around it like a child holding a teddy bear. It's mine.. and it sets me free..
- Torture smiles as he walks inside the hotel lobby. He waves to a few polite wrestling fans and takes the elevator up to his floor. Still thinking to himself..
This elevator is a symbol of my epic rise to the top of the largest wrestling mountain. I'm always getting better, I'm always the current and future of Wrestling Championship Federation, and though some come and go, some rise and some talk, I will never be dethroned. Not now, not ever.
- He slides his sunglasses off his face and exits the elevator as it opens it's doors. Continuing down the hall with a perfect-confident walk. Smirking to himself, thinking about his career and how he's on the eve of what could be another big win for Torture. Another win to add to his list. Torture pulls out his room key card and opens his door. He closes it behind him and lets out a huge breath. He glances over to his bed. Laying on it is the beautiful and golden god that is the Heavyweight Championship title. Torture walks to side of the bed, slowly picks it up, looks at his reflection, winks and kisses it softly once with his lips. Pure bliss, pure happiness. For once, Torture escapes the reality as he quickly fades into Wrestling mode. He notices an envelope on his desk.
- He opens up the envelope and reads what's inside. It's a letter. No. It's a Christmas card. Not more than one minute later, Torture stares at it and begins to shake slowly in rage.
I suppose I should start to wrap this up, I am approaching the bottom of the page and I’m sure you don’t want to spend anymore of your precious time reading my rambling. Hope that you have a safe and wonderful Christmas and that your New Year I just as enjoyable. Maybe Santa will come a little early for you this year and take some of the weight off your shoulders, or perhaps from around your waist.
Yours truly, the next WCF World Champion,
Allen Guiliano
- His hands shake and grip the card tight.
Yours truly, the next WCF World Champion,
Allen Guiliano
- Torture's eyes stare bullets, swords, any heavy artillery you can think of right through the card. Specifically one phrase..
Yours truly, the next WCF World Champion
- Torture snaps. He rips the card in half and throws it to the ground. He smashes his forearm into the desk not once, not twice but three times. He kicks the small entertainment center and grabs the HD flat screen television, rips it from the wall and throws it through the glass door that led to his patio. Torture kicks the mirror on the wall shattering glass everywhere. He yells out.
RRAAAAAHHHHHHHHH
- Scene ends. Welcome to One.
Lawyer: I'm sorry Torture, but Slickie has this place wrapped up. Who knows when he's going to get it back. You left a small loophole in the contracts of this place.
Torture: NO... You did!
Lawyer: Either way, he crossed the t's, dotted the i's and got himself in here. To be honest, the staff that sits at this table excluding you don't have a problem with Slickie T running CoolWear Inc. into the future.
Torture: The future?
Drew: Maybe we didn't make our statement clear, we want CWI back in Torture's hands and for you to fire Slickie T as soon as possible, no.. right now.
Lawyer: I'm sorry. We can't do that.. Slickie T has this place wrapped up. It's his.
Torture: Quit telling me that Slickie has this placed wrapped up. I built this company..
- Now yelling.
Torture: FROM THE BOTTOM TO THE TOP. I PUT IN HOURS AND HOURS AND HOURS INTO THIS GOD DAMN BUILDING AND I'LL BE DAMNED IF SLICKIE KEEPS IT FROM ME! ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING..
- Torture takes the briefcase that was sitting on the table top between him and Drew. The silver briefcase is now slammed against the table several times. It's bent, it's broken, and for some reason Torture hasn't let up.
Torture: NOW GIVE ME BACK WHATS MINE.. DON'T MAKE ME DO THIS THE HARD WAY!
Drew: Calm down Tort-
Lawyer: Torture, I suggest you don't make threats and I assume you will be leaving now.
Drew: Come on.
Torture: THIS IS BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT GREG, AND JERRY, AND MIKE! YOU KNOW THIS! I MADE YOU WHO YOU ARE!
- Torture gets escorted out by Drew Rosenhaus down the hallway and into the 42nd story elevator. The doors close and Torture yells out some obscenities and begins punching at the walls of the elevator. Drew isn't in the mood to stop him so quickly. Torture leans his back against the wall and slides down to a sitting position. Torture breathes in and out heavily and pulls his Blackberry cell phone out of his right front pocket. He turns the ringer back on and checks some messages. His eyes focus in on the recent text message.
Tiffany: Hey. Good luck against Allen G. Keep that World Title and keep that head up.
- Drew Rosenhaus looks down at Torture and realizes he's reading his phone. The mental state is going crazy. He might be falling off the wagon, he might be spinning in circles, he might be honestly trying to take one step forward yet taking two steps back. Whichever the case, Torture continues looking at the phone.
Drew: Hey.
Torture: We're going to the arena.
Drew: What? One isn't until tomorrow. I highly suggest you take the rest of this day resting and just sleep tonight.
Torture: We're going. To the arena.
Drew: Alright.
- In that exchange Torture made it to his feet just as the elevator door opened. Torture now walking with a sense of purpose as Drew tries hard to keep up. They walk through the lobby of CoolWear Inc. and out the rotating glass doors. The H2 is parked out front in the visitor parking lot. Torture has never parked there. He jumps into the front seat, turns the key and the engine starts. Drew makes it to the passenger seat just in time as Torture takes off down the road.
Drew: Why go to the arena?
Torture: Wrestling Championship Federation sets up two post-One press conferences. One for the newly crowned World Heavyweight Champion, and one for the World Champion just in case he successfully defends the title. It's a professional business decision to make the press conferences look great for production. Whichever wins goes to the press conference room within minutes and talks to the media. Banners, merchandise, all that crap.
Drew: Like Professional Sports?
Torture: Exactly. You got it.
Drew: Hm.
- Twenty minutes later Torture is looking at himself in a mirror. It's a dimly light room. Torture isn't blinking, isn't moving, and hardly breathing. Slowing takes off his sunglasses and folds them correctly into his left front pocket in his suit jacket. The scene cuts to Drew whose waiting outside up against the H2. Drew and the H2 are in the back employee parking lot of the arena. The same venue that will hold Wrestling Championship Federations biggest event of the year. One. It's around five o'clock Drew is still leaning up against the Hummer. Drew turns and we notice he's on the phone.
Drew: Yeah, he told me to wait out here. I don't know what he's up to.
- Torture continues to look in the mirror. He winks at himself, tightens up his suit coat and clears his throat. Torture walks from behind the curtain and walks up the small stage. He stands behind the microphone and rests his hands on the podium. Standing straight up, and relaxed, Torture speaks into the mic.
Torture: Tomorrow evening will be the biggest fight I've ever had in Wrestling Championship Federation. The man I'm facing is far better than Logan, Reckless Jack, Creeping Death, and Gravedigger. In the last several months Slickie T has been on quite the rise and has finally reached the top. Well, I have news for you. I did the same exact thing four years ago. In 2005 I took out Wrestling Championship Federations best of the best. Hall of Famers, Legends, Icons, I took them out within two months and captured the Hardcore Championship title. With that piece of gold around my waist I defeated the likes of PC Cradle, Hellz Angel, Vidneo, Madd Dogg, Gayfather, the list goes on and on and on. I held that Championship the longest anyone has held ANY Championship title. For nearly ten months, I was the greatest Hardcore Champion in the history of WCF. I became the ONLY two time.. TWO.. TIME.. Peoples Champion and I never lost the titles in both instances. In that same fifteen month span, I finally received a World Title shot against JJ Biggs. Biggs was the ultimate mid-carder. Never going anywhere and only held the World Championship title for three and a half weeks. I cleaned house, I picked him off, and I captured my first of three.. World Championship title reigns. Shortly after, I had to face Reckless Jack once again, I had to face Creeping Death in a serious of crazy and extreme World Title matches. I had to face your good ol' respected buddy Dake Ken and I squashed him like the little bug he was. I then faced Logan in what was titled as the Greatest Match in Wrestling Championship Federation history. The match was nothing. If anything, I led him to believe that he was inches and nearly seconds away from beating me. However, he wasn't. He was never in the spotlight, which made him very jealous, which made him very weak, which made him defeated by the hands of me in what I call one of the easiest matches I ever had to participate in. Yeah, Allen. That was my first run. What have you done? Won the United States Championship and lost it to Havoc, you won War as the final participant! You then were given one of the greatest opportunities as being able to join Team of Torture and become the Tag Team Champion with me, Torture.
We all know what happened next, you declined, the next week you accepted that we will have a World Heavyweight Championship match, and you tried hard to get inside the heads of my teammates, fighting off the likes of every battle that Seth Lerch threw your way. You then backdoor'd my company, took it over and now claim it as yours. Pfft. Slickie T, you are nothing but a criminal and a hypocrite. Sure, I still think this is going to be the hardest fight in my life, as I regard you higher than the rest of these petty "wrestlers". But I still don't think you're great.. you're not even good enough. What you've done in the last several months is nothing compared to the three World Championship title reigns, the Hardcore Championship reign, the two time Peoples Championship reign, the one-off International Championship title reign, and being regarded so high above the rest of the roster that I can't even fit into the Hall of Fame. You honestly believe you're going to beat me? With what? Who cares about your past accomplishments in other federations. I've done everything in every other Federation, yet I always find the easiest and greatest reigns right here.
Seth Lerch and I agreed to a plan that would assemble Wrestling Championship Federations best and brightest; Ryan Daniels, Havoc, Death, Anthrax and Colt along side Jay Price and Mikami. With this team we set out to clear out the War match so that I wouldn't have to defend the World Heavyweight Championship at One. The plan lightly backfired and we had to change things on the fly. Slickie, plain and simple, you dug this grave. YOU made the mistake of not accepting what could have been the greatest career you would ever have. You don't need money, you need experience, you need a team that can rally behind you in times of danger, you need Gold and now that you declined that, Slickie, I apologize but tomorrow night at One, you will go down in a blaze of hell. I stand behind my guarantee. Torture defeats Slickie at One.
I'm also glad that I have my closest friends defending me in time of need. For being such a great business man, you sure do love to play games. You tease with CoolWear Inc., you have your lackeys running around the country trying to find you, Slickie it seems like in your world you're already on top of the wrestling mountain. You're not tough shit, you're not number one, hell, after tomorrow night you'll slide so far down the ladder you'll be back to facing D-Day and Anastasia. I'll bet you'll have that Television Championship in five.. maybe six months top. That is if you don't find more time to get peace, and find quietness. I don't need peace and quiet, Slickie, so let's make one thing clear. It was a rough patch, I found myself, I found your weakness, and now It's time to exploit it. One will change your life forever and it won't be good for you.
You've recently discussed how I called you another victim. Does that hurt you? Did you take it to heart? I suggest you don't, however, every man before you has stood in your place, talked the talk, hell, they walked the walk for a short while but they all fell to the One and Only. The greatest of greats. The Icon Killer, the most winning-est man in Wrestling Championship Federation history, Me. You're no different, Slick. "You're going to fall hard." "You're going to end up losing." "I'll run the WCF into the next era!" "You will no longer wrestle after I win." It's the same thing.. every time. You have said nothing different and you're fooling yourself if you think you can take me down. No one has and no one ever will.
Wrestling Championship Federation needs me now more than ever. Let me give you yet another history lesson so that you're not making the mistake of ever letting it happen again. I was stripped of my first World Championship title and the World Title then was given to Jack of Blades, Striker, and Creeping Death. Two of those men will probably never main event a pay per view ever again. They were mid-carders then, and mid-carders now, and forever will be the ones who tried to carry the era but let it slowly die. You see, when I was stripped of the World Title, Wrestling Championship Federation ended up lasting for four more months. It was regarded as one of the greatest eras in professional wrestling history, yet it was the beginning of the end when Torture was stripped and fired. Now, for my second World Heavyweight Championship title reign, the title was stolen from me on account of me not submitting nor being pinned. Dake Ken won the World Heavyweight Championship by pinning Johnny Reb. Reb captured the title slowly after that and ratings seemed to suffer. Segments were at an all time high. Hell, even Seth Lerch didn't know what to do. I had an Ace in my back pocket and I ensured my spot at the end of the World Championship Series where I faced Mikami and Johnny Reb. I won in that match and Wrestling Championship Federation was running at full speed.. again. You see what I do, Slickie? Without me there is no results, there is no cards, there is no feuds, no storylines, nothing. When I leave, WCF slowly begins to die. You don't understand that, because you're just another victim talking the talk and attempting to walk the walk. I get it, you're confident, but confidence and experience doesn't beat me. It gets you close, but it doesn't give you the win you want. If I were you, I'd start looking for moral victories. For instance, lasting longer then fifteen minutes, accepting the fact that you're in your biggest main event match at the biggest Pay Per View. Heck, that's two accomplishments right there. Just be proud of that and hang the hat up tomorrow night before going to bed and dream about winning that Television Championship title six months from now.
You want to badly be a WCF Superstar huh? Want to be locked into that hall of fame, your picture on the corridor in the Wrestling Championship Federation under "Great Superstars". Come on Slickie, you'll never be on that level. Hell, half of that building was created because of me. Without my ratings, my draw, the money I put myself on the line for inside that ring, WCF would never have lasted this long. The only reason this place keeps coming back is because of me. You have noticed that WCF dies without me, right? It gets created against because of me. Why would you ever want to ruin that, Slickie? I suggest you back down now, or get yourself into a deeper grave. You disrespected me enough, Slickie and now it's time for you to pay.
My mental state is rotating between evil, serial killer, and the bad guy. I'm not sure which one you'll get tomorrow night at One, but I'm almost positive that any of those three can come out during any part of our match, if not all of them combined. It's what makes me. I'm connected to every part of my life from when I was five years old. A twelve year old boy who lost his Mother and Father because his older brother couldn't put the drugs, gangs and the petty cash down. The older brother who said everything would be fine, who made empty FUCKING promises to a boy who had nothing left in his life but the future he hardly clung on to. I became a fighter, a wrestler, a business man because of that and when so called GOD shows up and grants me light he FUCKING TAKES IT AWAY... TAKES IT AWAY FROM ME AND FOR WHAT?
For what, Slickie? I've lost more family than you've lost respect, I've lost more friends and made more enemies than you could ever imagine. This so called God that every one prays to granted me a wife and a son. Yet, he took them away from me faster than you could say "Torture wins at One." Yet, you call me out on staying connected to all of that. I cling on to my past, and I stay connected because it gives me a reason to hate. To pass on 'torture' to my enemies and opponents, it makes me... me. It' makes me evil, makes me the bad guy, makes me the man whose going to continue winning, and the man who guaranteed a win over Slickie T. Torture is Torture because of the past, because I am the current, which also makes me the future.
There will be no new era, Slickie. You will not gather the troops, take us across enemy lines and lead us into the new frontier. You won't do it. I already have led us into the new era, Slickie, did you not watch Slam from three months ago, when I won this World Heavyweight Championship back? I promised and vowed to never let the gold that sits around my waist be taken or stolen from me ever again. I put that in myself, I put that on this company, and I put that on the entire industry of Wrestling. I am the greatest, Slickie, welcome to hell.
Dear Wrestling Championship Federation staff, employees, past and current wrestlers.. On this day, I am delivering a promise, a guarantee, and a safe plan to keep Wrestling Championship Federation running and running for a long time. We've seen many battles, and a War that took focus away from what indeed great in WCF. To gather and reclaim the wrestling dream and reaffirm that truth – that out of many, I am the one that while we breathe, we hope, and where we are met with negativity, and doubt, and those who tell me that I can’t, I will respond with that timeless creed that sums up the spirit of my very dark heart: Torture. Will. Win. I will not be slowed down or stopped, and I will continue my hard work with dedication, with heartless emotion, and bring you the very best in classy, greatness, and successfully defending my World Heavyweight Championship title for months, upon months to come. I will not back down from a fight, and though I may be unstable, that is what makes this even better. You have, and will, never see a wrestler as great as me in your entire lifetime. Slickie T is nothing, he's a challenger, and he's good at best, and after tomorrow night, I will be the face that is smiling, I will be raising my arms, I will be holding tight to the one item in this world that keeps me going. The World Heavyweight Championship title. Thank you and good night.
- Torture pulls out his cell phone. Pressing numerous buttons as if he is sending a text message, the camera slowly pans out of the tight frame that only showed the podium and Torture. We notice the press conference room was completely empty this entire time. Torture slides his phone back into his pocket and slides his sunglasses on. He walks off the stage as the camera continues to pan out some more recognizing a banner that hung up over the stage. The banner read "NEW WORLD CHAMMPION: ALLEN 'SLICKIE T' GUILIANO". Torture is now shown walking out the door where a new shot is picked up as he walks down the sidewalk away from the arena. Quietly thinking to himself as he nears the hotel he'll be staying at the night before his defense of the World Heavyweight Championship against Slickie T, we hear his thoughts.
He made a guarantee weeks ago. He completed and distributed t-shirts that said Slickie T - New World Champion to thousands and thousands of fans. He dug the grave and made the first strike. Warning alarms were going off in my head for weeks. One day I woke up and they stopped. I realized that I needed to counteract every one of his points, promises, and guarantees so that Wrestling Championship Federation stays under my thumb of control. There is presidents, owners, general managers, but there is only one Torture. I will fight hard, I will cheat, I will show no remorse. If career-killing is what I have to go back to, I gladly will. They called me Icon-Killer, hell, I was regarded as a Wrestling God, and now is not the time to give in or give up. I have found that losing family and friends is not what I care about inside that wrestling ring. What I care about is the priceless gold that vowed to never let go of. My hands clench tight around it like a child holding a teddy bear. It's mine.. and it sets me free..
- Torture smiles as he walks inside the hotel lobby. He waves to a few polite wrestling fans and takes the elevator up to his floor. Still thinking to himself..
This elevator is a symbol of my epic rise to the top of the largest wrestling mountain. I'm always getting better, I'm always the current and future of Wrestling Championship Federation, and though some come and go, some rise and some talk, I will never be dethroned. Not now, not ever.
- He slides his sunglasses off his face and exits the elevator as it opens it's doors. Continuing down the hall with a perfect-confident walk. Smirking to himself, thinking about his career and how he's on the eve of what could be another big win for Torture. Another win to add to his list. Torture pulls out his room key card and opens his door. He closes it behind him and lets out a huge breath. He glances over to his bed. Laying on it is the beautiful and golden god that is the Heavyweight Championship title. Torture walks to side of the bed, slowly picks it up, looks at his reflection, winks and kisses it softly once with his lips. Pure bliss, pure happiness. For once, Torture escapes the reality as he quickly fades into Wrestling mode. He notices an envelope on his desk.
- He opens up the envelope and reads what's inside. It's a letter. No. It's a Christmas card. Not more than one minute later, Torture stares at it and begins to shake slowly in rage.
I suppose I should start to wrap this up, I am approaching the bottom of the page and I’m sure you don’t want to spend anymore of your precious time reading my rambling. Hope that you have a safe and wonderful Christmas and that your New Year I just as enjoyable. Maybe Santa will come a little early for you this year and take some of the weight off your shoulders, or perhaps from around your waist.
Yours truly, the next WCF World Champion,
Allen Guiliano
- His hands shake and grip the card tight.
Yours truly, the next WCF World Champion,
Allen Guiliano
- Torture's eyes stare bullets, swords, any heavy artillery you can think of right through the card. Specifically one phrase..
Yours truly, the next WCF World Champion
- Torture snaps. He rips the card in half and throws it to the ground. He smashes his forearm into the desk not once, not twice but three times. He kicks the small entertainment center and grabs the HD flat screen television, rips it from the wall and throws it through the glass door that led to his patio. Torture kicks the mirror on the wall shattering glass everywhere. He yells out.
RRAAAAAHHHHHHHHH
- Scene ends. Welcome to One.
