Post by Torture on Aug 20, 2006 3:39:03 GMT -5
- A cold and lonely Saturday Night. Where normal people drink the drink and eat the eat. Pizza and Beer. Shots of their favorite booze. Not all normal people though. Some are sitting at home watching a movie, eating popcorn. It is 10:30 at night, so i'm sure someone is watching something. Children are sleeping, and Teenagers are plotting against something they think they believe in. Somewhere though, a couple, married or not, are cuddling together, and one man who we know isn't.. is right here.
- Here? Foggy, cold, and dark. The only light in this place is coming from above, but it's not seen where the light is coming from. It shines perfectly down, however, onto two tombstones. Two tombstones of which, we know very well. Well.. if you were to know about his short past. Most people do. Some don't. It really doesn't matter though. What matters the most is something you wish to have. With that being said... well... just let that be said.
- Torture stands up from kneeling down, who just now comes into view. Black slack pants. A brown polo shirt over a white longsleeve shirt. His neckalace hangs down over his shirt. His dress shoes stand in the grass that surround the tombstones. That haze you picture when you think graveyard is infact there. You may not notice it, or even think about it untill you actually leave. Or maybe remember it the next day.
Torture: This is what they wanted..
- He walks around to behind the tombstones and picks up his WCF World Heavyweight Championship title belt. He very gently places it on top of Benjamins tombstone.
Torture: They supported me in everything I did. They were with me a hundred percent when I went back to wrestling. Little Benjamin here, all he ever said was Dad.. heh.. Dad when are you going to win the World Title.
- Torture wipes a tear from his eye, before the tear can run down his cheek.
Torture: Someday. Thats what I replied with everytime he asked, and I would smile. He'd smile back and I'll never forget the way he looked at me that day when I was in the hospital the day before the tragedy. He looked at me as if I was hurt. Like, I was dead. And I wasn't. I just wish.. I just wish they could see me now.. like.. in real life. I know they're up there right now looking down on me, smiling, and I wish I could be up there with them. But then apart of me thinks I should be down here. I should be down here because this was part of my destiny all along. Fate worked it's self out, and however it wasn't the best roud traveled, it indeed was a road.
- Torture looks down at his hands. The back of them. The front of them. He just gazes at them. Gazing..
Torture: These two hands have went through some of the best veteran wrestlers in this company. I've went through WCF Officials, I went through Tournaments, I went through flocks of wrestlers. I've went through road blocks, I've went through hard times out of the ring, and I've went through rough times inside that ring, but here I am. I stand here, right now, thanks to these two hands.
- A bell noise is heard. Torture looks over out of the frame to that light. Still don't know where that light is coming from.
Torture: Tomorrow, Jack. Ace. Logan. You three go down thanks to six hands. Creeping Death, Dakes and my very own hands. Next Sunday, at the pay per view, Logan will go down thanks to my two hands. My two hands will take you guys down week in and week out, each and every fight you want to put up, I will.. we will take you down.
- Another bell noise.
Torture: The New Dynasty is here to stay. The Team of Treachery? Thats just a team of jobbers that interchange from month to month. You can talk all you talk and walk to that ring Tomorrow with your head to the sky, but you'll be ready to walk out of that ring with your backs to the mat. Tomorrow..
- The bell noise is heard once again. Torture looks over at it. He then looks back at the camera.
Torture: The bell tolls.. for you.
- Torture looks back over at the light that is shining down on him. The camera slowly turns towards the light. It's now visible that the light that we've been seeing, and the bells that we have been hearing are coming from a familiar bell tower.
- Here? Foggy, cold, and dark. The only light in this place is coming from above, but it's not seen where the light is coming from. It shines perfectly down, however, onto two tombstones. Two tombstones of which, we know very well. Well.. if you were to know about his short past. Most people do. Some don't. It really doesn't matter though. What matters the most is something you wish to have. With that being said... well... just let that be said.
- Torture stands up from kneeling down, who just now comes into view. Black slack pants. A brown polo shirt over a white longsleeve shirt. His neckalace hangs down over his shirt. His dress shoes stand in the grass that surround the tombstones. That haze you picture when you think graveyard is infact there. You may not notice it, or even think about it untill you actually leave. Or maybe remember it the next day.
Torture: This is what they wanted..
- He walks around to behind the tombstones and picks up his WCF World Heavyweight Championship title belt. He very gently places it on top of Benjamins tombstone.
Torture: They supported me in everything I did. They were with me a hundred percent when I went back to wrestling. Little Benjamin here, all he ever said was Dad.. heh.. Dad when are you going to win the World Title.
- Torture wipes a tear from his eye, before the tear can run down his cheek.
Torture: Someday. Thats what I replied with everytime he asked, and I would smile. He'd smile back and I'll never forget the way he looked at me that day when I was in the hospital the day before the tragedy. He looked at me as if I was hurt. Like, I was dead. And I wasn't. I just wish.. I just wish they could see me now.. like.. in real life. I know they're up there right now looking down on me, smiling, and I wish I could be up there with them. But then apart of me thinks I should be down here. I should be down here because this was part of my destiny all along. Fate worked it's self out, and however it wasn't the best roud traveled, it indeed was a road.
- Torture looks down at his hands. The back of them. The front of them. He just gazes at them. Gazing..
Torture: These two hands have went through some of the best veteran wrestlers in this company. I've went through WCF Officials, I went through Tournaments, I went through flocks of wrestlers. I've went through road blocks, I've went through hard times out of the ring, and I've went through rough times inside that ring, but here I am. I stand here, right now, thanks to these two hands.
- A bell noise is heard. Torture looks over out of the frame to that light. Still don't know where that light is coming from.
Torture: Tomorrow, Jack. Ace. Logan. You three go down thanks to six hands. Creeping Death, Dakes and my very own hands. Next Sunday, at the pay per view, Logan will go down thanks to my two hands. My two hands will take you guys down week in and week out, each and every fight you want to put up, I will.. we will take you down.
- Another bell noise.
Torture: The New Dynasty is here to stay. The Team of Treachery? Thats just a team of jobbers that interchange from month to month. You can talk all you talk and walk to that ring Tomorrow with your head to the sky, but you'll be ready to walk out of that ring with your backs to the mat. Tomorrow..
- The bell noise is heard once again. Torture looks over at it. He then looks back at the camera.
Torture: The bell tolls.. for you.
- Torture looks back over at the light that is shining down on him. The camera slowly turns towards the light. It's now visible that the light that we've been seeing, and the bells that we have been hearing are coming from a familiar bell tower.
