Post by Torture on Aug 21, 2006 15:42:28 GMT -5
- Dark. Black. You can't see anything. It's almost like you think the television isn't on. It slowly fades into view. So slow, though, you can't figure it all out yet.
- First you see a face. A familiar one. It's the One and Only. His hair isn't combed, and his face isn't shaved. He has a dark five o'clock shadow across his cheeks and on his neck. He doesn't have the neckalace on. No sunglasses on, and I doubt he'd wear them anyway because of the darkness. A plain white shirt. Looks old. He's sitting on the floor. Jeans on. No socks. No shoes. The WCF Heavyweight Championship belt lays down in front of him, facing the camera. It shines like a real star. It shines more than it's ever shined in the past six months. As if it only shines this much, when it's paired with the perfect match, and that perfect match is Torture. He knows it, because he shines more than usual too. I think it only happens to some. I know it doesn't happen to most, thats for sure.
Torture: You could take everything away, and I'd still have in my possession what means the most to myself.
You can take CoolWearInc. You can take all the money i've ever made that wasn't from Wrestling Championship Federation. You could even take that paycheck and cut it in half. You can take my razor away. You can take my tooth brush. Take the water from my apartment. Rip the brand name logos off all of my clothes. Give me Pay-Less shoes. No socks. Take away all the platinum chains, the gold, the watches, my sunglasses. Take it all away, and this is what I have left. Whats with me right now.
My heart and soul. What is laying right in front of me is what I have been fighting for, for over twenty-one years now. To be called Number One. However, I can't be called twenty-one, Logan. I can't.
Know why? Because we have you. A has been. Hell, Logan, I think you were a never-were. Tell me when you were on top? Who was the main eventers, Logan? Who was on top fighting you for it? Nobody worth mentioning. Logan, you were on top when WCF scratched at the bottom of the bucket to get all they could for superstars. You were never as good as they said, and you know that. I know that. Everyone knows that. Despite the multiple times of being a "World Champion" you never held the belt like it was supposed to be. Never held it with the heart and dedication like I do. You never had the soul that sits in a man and guides him through rough and dark times. Never had the ingredients to become the real number one wrestler in the world. Never.
I will tell you the truth, Logan. I'm mad. I'm angry at our media, and our company. When have you ever heard the Champion being called number two, to the challenger whose ranked number one. I've never heard of that. It doesn't surprise me though, I've been dealing with wall after wall ever since i've been in the WCF. Even when I'm on top, i'm never getting the respect I deserve. Do I force you to respect me? No. Do I force the fans to respect me? No. It just happens. In six days, I get to walk into a ring and face the 'almighty' number one wrestler in the world. You.
Logan, everyday I wake up and I laugh. I laugh at the joke this company is coming to. The jokes this company comes up with, and the jokes that surround you. The fans don't believe you. Fans don't believe in your Team of Treachery. You're just a bunch of money-hungry greedy, horribile human beings. A waste of space in this federation. And everyday, I wake up to the known fact that I'm number two behind you. It's dissapointing me, and it hurts more and more every day.
It's not a pain, Logan, where I have to pop pills to ease it. I don't have to rest to ease it. It's .. it's an annoyance. Like someone whose taking a stick and poking you in the middle of class every ten seconds, despiting your words of 'No', and 'Stop It'. See thats what it's like. I just want to turn around and rip your head off. Rip someones head off, and I can't take it anymore. Call me jealous, call me angry. I don't care. I just know, that I want to be number one, and you stand in my way.
So, here we go. Ultimate Showdown, Logan. Number one and number two. I'm not talking about Number One Contender for my World Title.. I'm talking about the two most powerful people in this federation, Logan. The two men that can not be stopped. And we're going at it. Face to face. No running this time. No blow-up dolls. No weddings. No teammates. Nothing. ME... and you. One.. and two. To make it more meaningful, my World Championship is on the line, and the lives of our surrounding team.
This is what i'm talking about Logan. You don't understand that this just isn't a World Title match, this is the powerful struggle between two teams who want so much more in this company. It's two gangs vying for their piece of territory. This is it, Logan. Are you ready?
I am. I'm ready to finally showcase all of my skills, my talent, my knowledge, and my power. After this Sunday.. Nothing will ever be the same. Whether I lose and be forced to retire, or I win and New Dynasty takes what is finally deserved to us. It will change the course of Wrestling Championship Federation forever.
Take it all away, and I still got my heart, and soul. It's right here.. it reads "World Heavyweight Champion".
- We fade out slowly.
- First you see a face. A familiar one. It's the One and Only. His hair isn't combed, and his face isn't shaved. He has a dark five o'clock shadow across his cheeks and on his neck. He doesn't have the neckalace on. No sunglasses on, and I doubt he'd wear them anyway because of the darkness. A plain white shirt. Looks old. He's sitting on the floor. Jeans on. No socks. No shoes. The WCF Heavyweight Championship belt lays down in front of him, facing the camera. It shines like a real star. It shines more than it's ever shined in the past six months. As if it only shines this much, when it's paired with the perfect match, and that perfect match is Torture. He knows it, because he shines more than usual too. I think it only happens to some. I know it doesn't happen to most, thats for sure.
Torture: You could take everything away, and I'd still have in my possession what means the most to myself.
You can take CoolWearInc. You can take all the money i've ever made that wasn't from Wrestling Championship Federation. You could even take that paycheck and cut it in half. You can take my razor away. You can take my tooth brush. Take the water from my apartment. Rip the brand name logos off all of my clothes. Give me Pay-Less shoes. No socks. Take away all the platinum chains, the gold, the watches, my sunglasses. Take it all away, and this is what I have left. Whats with me right now.
My heart and soul. What is laying right in front of me is what I have been fighting for, for over twenty-one years now. To be called Number One. However, I can't be called twenty-one, Logan. I can't.
Know why? Because we have you. A has been. Hell, Logan, I think you were a never-were. Tell me when you were on top? Who was the main eventers, Logan? Who was on top fighting you for it? Nobody worth mentioning. Logan, you were on top when WCF scratched at the bottom of the bucket to get all they could for superstars. You were never as good as they said, and you know that. I know that. Everyone knows that. Despite the multiple times of being a "World Champion" you never held the belt like it was supposed to be. Never held it with the heart and dedication like I do. You never had the soul that sits in a man and guides him through rough and dark times. Never had the ingredients to become the real number one wrestler in the world. Never.
I will tell you the truth, Logan. I'm mad. I'm angry at our media, and our company. When have you ever heard the Champion being called number two, to the challenger whose ranked number one. I've never heard of that. It doesn't surprise me though, I've been dealing with wall after wall ever since i've been in the WCF. Even when I'm on top, i'm never getting the respect I deserve. Do I force you to respect me? No. Do I force the fans to respect me? No. It just happens. In six days, I get to walk into a ring and face the 'almighty' number one wrestler in the world. You.
Logan, everyday I wake up and I laugh. I laugh at the joke this company is coming to. The jokes this company comes up with, and the jokes that surround you. The fans don't believe you. Fans don't believe in your Team of Treachery. You're just a bunch of money-hungry greedy, horribile human beings. A waste of space in this federation. And everyday, I wake up to the known fact that I'm number two behind you. It's dissapointing me, and it hurts more and more every day.
It's not a pain, Logan, where I have to pop pills to ease it. I don't have to rest to ease it. It's .. it's an annoyance. Like someone whose taking a stick and poking you in the middle of class every ten seconds, despiting your words of 'No', and 'Stop It'. See thats what it's like. I just want to turn around and rip your head off. Rip someones head off, and I can't take it anymore. Call me jealous, call me angry. I don't care. I just know, that I want to be number one, and you stand in my way.
So, here we go. Ultimate Showdown, Logan. Number one and number two. I'm not talking about Number One Contender for my World Title.. I'm talking about the two most powerful people in this federation, Logan. The two men that can not be stopped. And we're going at it. Face to face. No running this time. No blow-up dolls. No weddings. No teammates. Nothing. ME... and you. One.. and two. To make it more meaningful, my World Championship is on the line, and the lives of our surrounding team.
This is what i'm talking about Logan. You don't understand that this just isn't a World Title match, this is the powerful struggle between two teams who want so much more in this company. It's two gangs vying for their piece of territory. This is it, Logan. Are you ready?
I am. I'm ready to finally showcase all of my skills, my talent, my knowledge, and my power. After this Sunday.. Nothing will ever be the same. Whether I lose and be forced to retire, or I win and New Dynasty takes what is finally deserved to us. It will change the course of Wrestling Championship Federation forever.
Take it all away, and I still got my heart, and soul. It's right here.. it reads "World Heavyweight Champion".
- We fade out slowly.
