Post by Torture on May 4, 2006 15:53:50 GMT -5
- Around 2:00 PM. Thursday afternoon.
- Torture is sitting on his couch. A lonely apartment. Like the one that we used to see him living in, before his wife and step son stepped into his life. Torture answers the phone, a phone that has been ringing for atleast two minutes.
Torture: Hello?
- Torture scratches his head, and replies again.
Torture: Just hanging out. Staring at a blank TV set. Why? What's up?
- He stands up and takes his cup thats empty to the sink. The kitchen is just 4 feet from the living room. It's a small apartment. Torture replies to the man on the phone.
Torture: Yeah. I really would like to be a Tag Champion.
- Torture sits down at the kitchen table. He only has one chair. As it is, the chair is old and looks to be found from some flea market or someshit.
Torture: Oh man. Well.. Victor was a cool guy. Sad to see him go. So whats the deal? I'm by myself now..
- The one and only Tort listens to the man on the phone while he puts his feet on the kitchen table.
Torture: So.. I've got to win in a handicap match, and then next week the winner of the four man match would be my partner, since i'm the first one to get a partner? Makes sense to me. Whose in the four man match?
- Tortures eyes open wide as he hears whose in the match.
Torture: Alright.. Alright.. thanks.. hey I gotta go.. Catch ya later.. whoever you are from WCF...
- Torture hands up the phone. Takes his feet off the table and rushes into his bedroom. Which is just four feet from the kitchen. He reaches into his blue jeans and pulls out a piece of paper. It reads 'Creeping Death' with a seven digit number at the end. Torture dials the phone to the same number that is on the piece of paper. It rings a few times before answering. Someone picks up on the other end of the phone.
Torture: Hey..
- The scene fades out.
- Torture is sitting on his couch. A lonely apartment. Like the one that we used to see him living in, before his wife and step son stepped into his life. Torture answers the phone, a phone that has been ringing for atleast two minutes.
Torture: Hello?
- Torture scratches his head, and replies again.
Torture: Just hanging out. Staring at a blank TV set. Why? What's up?
- He stands up and takes his cup thats empty to the sink. The kitchen is just 4 feet from the living room. It's a small apartment. Torture replies to the man on the phone.
Torture: Yeah. I really would like to be a Tag Champion.
- Torture sits down at the kitchen table. He only has one chair. As it is, the chair is old and looks to be found from some flea market or someshit.
Torture: Oh man. Well.. Victor was a cool guy. Sad to see him go. So whats the deal? I'm by myself now..
- The one and only Tort listens to the man on the phone while he puts his feet on the kitchen table.
Torture: So.. I've got to win in a handicap match, and then next week the winner of the four man match would be my partner, since i'm the first one to get a partner? Makes sense to me. Whose in the four man match?
- Tortures eyes open wide as he hears whose in the match.
Torture: Alright.. Alright.. thanks.. hey I gotta go.. Catch ya later.. whoever you are from WCF...
- Torture hands up the phone. Takes his feet off the table and rushes into his bedroom. Which is just four feet from the kitchen. He reaches into his blue jeans and pulls out a piece of paper. It reads 'Creeping Death' with a seven digit number at the end. Torture dials the phone to the same number that is on the piece of paper. It rings a few times before answering. Someone picks up on the other end of the phone.
Torture: Hey..
- The scene fades out.
