Post by Torture on Jan 2, 2010 15:24:10 GMT -5
- Scene is completely dark. Pitch black. Voices are heard. Familiar voices. Drew Rosenhaus is one, and another familiar voice is heard through a speaker of a phone. It's a phone call conversation. The other voice is the voice of Death. Torture's long time friend.
Drew: Yeah we're on our way to some press conference in Maine for Monday Night Slam.
Death: Yeah, I heard about that. Something about the posters needed to be changed or something or another?
Drew: Ah yeah. Well, the banners and posters for this appearance had Slickie T's name all over them, and the phrase "NEW ERA - NEW WORLD CHAMPION" but obviously they printed them up with the assumption that Slickie could even stand a chance with the man that is Torture.
Death: Haha. Idiots.
Drew: Exactly, that's what we were discussing on the plane. How many idiots and ignorant people there must have been to think Slickie T even had a chance to beat Torture. It was clear and evident. Slickie is a flash in the pan and Tort is the real deal. Of course, this is stuff we already know.
Death: That it is. So what's he doing? Sleeping? I don't hear him on this conversation.
Drew: Yeah, he has the blanket over his head.
- Torture snaps the blanket off his body and now the scene is clear. Drew and Torture along with the very shiny and golden Wrestling Championship Federation World Heavyweight Championship title are riding in the back of a limo on their way to said; marketing appearance.
Torture: How the hell can I sleep with Death's loud ass and Drew talking as if we're still on the very loud plane!
Drew: Alright, alright. Crabby ass here and I have some shit to to discuss, but we'll talk at ya later Death.
- The cell phone is hung up and Torture adjusts his suit and gets more comfortable in the back seat.
Drew: We're pulling up pretty soon, I assume. This place is a shit hole.
Torture: Parts unknown is a shit hole.
Drew: ??
Torture: Don't ask, long nap. Anyways, what do I have to say to these people?
Drew: Give them the breakdown and hype up your match with Ace Slaughter for the World Title on Slam.
Torture: Seth Lerch is back to being his old self now that our deal is done, I guess. Having me do these awkward press conferences while the challengers get the easy rest and yada yada yada. There comes a time as a World Champion when you want rest too.
Drew: You'll get your rest soon enough, we're here.
- Torture and Drew step out of the limo while a few cameras go off as Torture walks up to the small make-shift stage on the outside of the arena. A few hundred people take their seats and Torture stands at the podium.
Torture: Before any questions are asked I must address a few situations and a few men who have recently been linked to me. I need to clear something up. The Team of Torture is no longer. We are extinct. The Team of Torture is officially split up. What they do is their own business, and their own problems. No more Ryan Daniels, no more Mikami, no more Anthrax and his very annoying manager Colton, and I certainly don't have to listen to that whiny brat Jay Price. They are now going their own way, because I no longer need or want them for my services.
Did I use them? Yes. Were they fully aware of me using them? I don't give a rats ass. They were employed to win War and stop me from defending my World Heavyweight Championship title at One, so that I can continue to uphold the highest of prestige and quality in the main event level of Wresting Championship Federation. However, that didn't happen, and yes I was a bitter, and disappointed but after plan after plan didn't work it was set in stone that I was just going to have to stop Slickie T's momentum and do this all on my own which I should have done from the start. Price, Mikami, Daniels, Anthrax - all of them are worthless to me and not only is WCF better without them ganging up on more worthless jobbers, but I, Torture, am better without them. I have done it by myself for the last three months and I'll continue to do it on my own because I am that damn cool.
- A question is raised by one of the lonely piece of crap media members.
Question: So you used them, basically, that's what you're saying?
Torture: Well no. I tried to use them but they were so worthless inside the wrestling ring that I couldn't even get an ounce of success out of them. Not one of them will ever rise to the top level of Wrestling Championship Federation and I can guarantee that.
Oh, speaking of guarantee's how did you love the delivery of my so called promise when I put Slickie T on his back in the middle of the ring on the biggest stage in Professional Wrestling, pinned his shoulders down, hooked the leg and the ref counted One. Two. Three. Torture doesn't break promises, Torture doesn't write checks his ass can't cash! I'm a bank, I'm open twenty four hours a day and I will continue my guarantee all the way to Ten, the next Pay Per View in which I will accept the lovely invitation from Seth Lerch to quietly relax inside the VIP room high above the mindless, useless action inside the ring and watch Ten as the World Heavyweight Champion and take the night off. There is no challenge let alone challengers left for me in Wrestling Championship Federation so I will wait patiently for more 'cream' to rise to the top and take their shot and waste their time as they try to 'defeat' me. It's the way of life I have learned to accept.
Slickie T is probably kept up in his lavish hotel in Las Vegas, some suite room, his pep boys talking in his ear about how big he really thinks he is in Wrestling Championship Federation, about how he came close to beating Torture and that's the positive note well.. they're wrong. The most positive note you can think of for Slickie T is how I exposed him just like the rat, piece of trash he really is. Momentum? Kidding me? He won War as the final entrant! He declined to be Tag Team Champion with me! He lost to Greenfever! What momentum did Slickie have coming into One? Torture will always be a freight train running at ten thousand miles per hour and I will run over and crash through everyone and everything in WCF. I'm the Champion. Enough said.
Question: What about your match in two days against Ace Slaughter?!
Torture: I don't even know who that is. Have I done my homework on him? No, I haven't but I will. I don't enter matches unprepared but I honestly have no idea who he is. We will meet on Monday, and the new United States Champion will get his smack back to reality just like Slickie did. When I hit the Tortures Device and put him out for the three count.
I may not have met him but I did choke on some very hilarious theories of his, and a few stuck out in my mind. For example I am the Real Mr. WCF, and I am the biggest heel of all time, but I am those titles because I earned them. You may have held the Hardcore Title, and now hold the United States Championship but what or who are you in WCF? Are you a big face? Are you a stand out star? Are you .. just a crazy maniac.. oh wait, heard THAT story before. Try standing out a bit more, maybe you'll show me something different on Monday Night, but I doubt you get the victory.
Threatening to take out the Team of Torture? Well, all of them are worthless, and I have no doubt in my mind that you can take them out with both hands and legs tied behind your back. They're useless pieces of crap and I care less for them.. even more so than I did when I recruited them. Slaughter, you can make your promises, your threats and tell me to choke on this and choke on that, and whatever else you have in your homosexual innuendo bag and throw it at me, but one thing will remain the same come Monday Night. You'll still be the United States Champion, and I'll still be the World Heavyweight Champion.
Question: What about his choice of words, calling you out on the whole 'biggest heel of all time' moniker?
Torture: I was given that moniker whether I wanted it or not. I defeated Logan when everyone thought he was going to win, oh boo hoo, and what about Slickie? Same thing. Who cares. You can say Tort that was the biggest win of your career, what an upset, you're heel man, you always get the win, everyone wants you to lose, blah blah, listen. The biggest win of my career was when I beat Rick Mad. Everyone else can eat it. You're too easy and Wrestling Championship Federation is heading in the right direction with me at the helm. Good day to you guys, see ya on Slam!
- A few questions raise as Torture waves to the media men and women, and walks off the stage and around the corner back into the limo. The scene fades out.
Drew: Yeah we're on our way to some press conference in Maine for Monday Night Slam.
Death: Yeah, I heard about that. Something about the posters needed to be changed or something or another?
Drew: Ah yeah. Well, the banners and posters for this appearance had Slickie T's name all over them, and the phrase "NEW ERA - NEW WORLD CHAMPION" but obviously they printed them up with the assumption that Slickie could even stand a chance with the man that is Torture.
Death: Haha. Idiots.
Drew: Exactly, that's what we were discussing on the plane. How many idiots and ignorant people there must have been to think Slickie T even had a chance to beat Torture. It was clear and evident. Slickie is a flash in the pan and Tort is the real deal. Of course, this is stuff we already know.
Death: That it is. So what's he doing? Sleeping? I don't hear him on this conversation.
Drew: Yeah, he has the blanket over his head.
- Torture snaps the blanket off his body and now the scene is clear. Drew and Torture along with the very shiny and golden Wrestling Championship Federation World Heavyweight Championship title are riding in the back of a limo on their way to said; marketing appearance.
Torture: How the hell can I sleep with Death's loud ass and Drew talking as if we're still on the very loud plane!
Drew: Alright, alright. Crabby ass here and I have some shit to to discuss, but we'll talk at ya later Death.
- The cell phone is hung up and Torture adjusts his suit and gets more comfortable in the back seat.
Drew: We're pulling up pretty soon, I assume. This place is a shit hole.
Torture: Parts unknown is a shit hole.
Drew: ??
Torture: Don't ask, long nap. Anyways, what do I have to say to these people?
Drew: Give them the breakdown and hype up your match with Ace Slaughter for the World Title on Slam.
Torture: Seth Lerch is back to being his old self now that our deal is done, I guess. Having me do these awkward press conferences while the challengers get the easy rest and yada yada yada. There comes a time as a World Champion when you want rest too.
Drew: You'll get your rest soon enough, we're here.
- Torture and Drew step out of the limo while a few cameras go off as Torture walks up to the small make-shift stage on the outside of the arena. A few hundred people take their seats and Torture stands at the podium.
Torture: Before any questions are asked I must address a few situations and a few men who have recently been linked to me. I need to clear something up. The Team of Torture is no longer. We are extinct. The Team of Torture is officially split up. What they do is their own business, and their own problems. No more Ryan Daniels, no more Mikami, no more Anthrax and his very annoying manager Colton, and I certainly don't have to listen to that whiny brat Jay Price. They are now going their own way, because I no longer need or want them for my services.
Did I use them? Yes. Were they fully aware of me using them? I don't give a rats ass. They were employed to win War and stop me from defending my World Heavyweight Championship title at One, so that I can continue to uphold the highest of prestige and quality in the main event level of Wresting Championship Federation. However, that didn't happen, and yes I was a bitter, and disappointed but after plan after plan didn't work it was set in stone that I was just going to have to stop Slickie T's momentum and do this all on my own which I should have done from the start. Price, Mikami, Daniels, Anthrax - all of them are worthless to me and not only is WCF better without them ganging up on more worthless jobbers, but I, Torture, am better without them. I have done it by myself for the last three months and I'll continue to do it on my own because I am that damn cool.
- A question is raised by one of the lonely piece of crap media members.
Question: So you used them, basically, that's what you're saying?
Torture: Well no. I tried to use them but they were so worthless inside the wrestling ring that I couldn't even get an ounce of success out of them. Not one of them will ever rise to the top level of Wrestling Championship Federation and I can guarantee that.
Oh, speaking of guarantee's how did you love the delivery of my so called promise when I put Slickie T on his back in the middle of the ring on the biggest stage in Professional Wrestling, pinned his shoulders down, hooked the leg and the ref counted One. Two. Three. Torture doesn't break promises, Torture doesn't write checks his ass can't cash! I'm a bank, I'm open twenty four hours a day and I will continue my guarantee all the way to Ten, the next Pay Per View in which I will accept the lovely invitation from Seth Lerch to quietly relax inside the VIP room high above the mindless, useless action inside the ring and watch Ten as the World Heavyweight Champion and take the night off. There is no challenge let alone challengers left for me in Wrestling Championship Federation so I will wait patiently for more 'cream' to rise to the top and take their shot and waste their time as they try to 'defeat' me. It's the way of life I have learned to accept.
Slickie T is probably kept up in his lavish hotel in Las Vegas, some suite room, his pep boys talking in his ear about how big he really thinks he is in Wrestling Championship Federation, about how he came close to beating Torture and that's the positive note well.. they're wrong. The most positive note you can think of for Slickie T is how I exposed him just like the rat, piece of trash he really is. Momentum? Kidding me? He won War as the final entrant! He declined to be Tag Team Champion with me! He lost to Greenfever! What momentum did Slickie have coming into One? Torture will always be a freight train running at ten thousand miles per hour and I will run over and crash through everyone and everything in WCF. I'm the Champion. Enough said.
Question: What about your match in two days against Ace Slaughter?!
Torture: I don't even know who that is. Have I done my homework on him? No, I haven't but I will. I don't enter matches unprepared but I honestly have no idea who he is. We will meet on Monday, and the new United States Champion will get his smack back to reality just like Slickie did. When I hit the Tortures Device and put him out for the three count.
I may not have met him but I did choke on some very hilarious theories of his, and a few stuck out in my mind. For example I am the Real Mr. WCF, and I am the biggest heel of all time, but I am those titles because I earned them. You may have held the Hardcore Title, and now hold the United States Championship but what or who are you in WCF? Are you a big face? Are you a stand out star? Are you .. just a crazy maniac.. oh wait, heard THAT story before. Try standing out a bit more, maybe you'll show me something different on Monday Night, but I doubt you get the victory.
Threatening to take out the Team of Torture? Well, all of them are worthless, and I have no doubt in my mind that you can take them out with both hands and legs tied behind your back. They're useless pieces of crap and I care less for them.. even more so than I did when I recruited them. Slaughter, you can make your promises, your threats and tell me to choke on this and choke on that, and whatever else you have in your homosexual innuendo bag and throw it at me, but one thing will remain the same come Monday Night. You'll still be the United States Champion, and I'll still be the World Heavyweight Champion.
Question: What about his choice of words, calling you out on the whole 'biggest heel of all time' moniker?
Torture: I was given that moniker whether I wanted it or not. I defeated Logan when everyone thought he was going to win, oh boo hoo, and what about Slickie? Same thing. Who cares. You can say Tort that was the biggest win of your career, what an upset, you're heel man, you always get the win, everyone wants you to lose, blah blah, listen. The biggest win of my career was when I beat Rick Mad. Everyone else can eat it. You're too easy and Wrestling Championship Federation is heading in the right direction with me at the helm. Good day to you guys, see ya on Slam!
- A few questions raise as Torture waves to the media men and women, and walks off the stage and around the corner back into the limo. The scene fades out.
