Post by Torture on May 28, 2006 19:00:48 GMT -5
- A stage and a curtain. A soapbox and a poduim with a microphone attached to it. The curtain a dark red. The poduim a decent black color. Microphone silver. No crowd. Just the camera and these few objects in the room.
- Footsteps are heard walking on the stage. Black shoes, black suit, with silver CWI Tie. Hair spiked up, however short enough to not notice. Black sunglasses. Short chin hair. Serious face.
- Torture steps up onto the soapbox. He fixes his tie and clears his throat. Torture sets a peice of binder paper on the poduim and begins.
Torture: Sunday Night at Timebomb was a perfect example of Altered Truth. Because, simply put, World Championship Federation thinks fans can't handle the real truth. I am the real truth. Creeping Death is the real truth, and Nate Nytro is the real god damn truth. We are the Past, Present and Future of WCF. You put all three of us together, you have more than a Legacy. More than a Dynasty. More than Championships, more than undefeated streaks and more than just three great veteran wrestlers. We are the coming of a new attitude, a new face, and certainly a new beggining of a new trent in World Championship Federation.
- Torture turns the paper over. He begins once again.
Torture: For a second I'm not going to talk about Nate Nytro or Creeping Death. I can not speak for them, however, I'm going to talk about me, and myself. Not one single person in the World Championship Federation, Wrestler, Official, Staff Member, Owner, Comissioner, whatever, has done what i've done, however, I've not done it all. I'm not saying I'm the best in the WCF of all time. I'm not that close. I am however, one of the top three wrestlers in WCF, if not second best. Sounds good right? However, if you look into the World Championship Federation History, my name isn't mentioned once, not longest Hardcore Champion, and certainly not most impressive undefeated streak with over 40 WCF wins. I'm Torture.. Remember.. I'm the Veteran-Killer! Hellz Angel, Outcast, Fugitive, PC Cradle, Mike Maida, Madd Dogg, VidNeo.. I put all those wrestlers on the mat and pinned them. I did it. By myself. While others we're bitching and moaning about not getting what they deserve, I put myself out there week in and week out to get what I wanted, to get what I needed. Have I gotten what I deserved? I think so. Next week on Sunday Slam I will be placed into a Four-Way match, and the winner gets a shot at the World Title for the next Pay Per View. Finally I get what I deserved.
I'm not exactly happy but that's another story for another time. This Sunday Slam isn't the only time you will hear from me during WCF Television. Nope, not at all, not at all. This Sunday, I will walk down to the ring with Creeping Death, and speak on the microphone about what I think is the most important. I will call it Tortures' Open Mic Night. WCF can try to shut it down, WCF Officials can try to shut it off. They can try to shut me up, but WCF needs me, they want me, they want me to do whatever I feel I need to do at any given point in time. I'm Torture, and WCF without Torture is a big nothing. So, to JoJo, Ace, Biggs, Bobby, Draven, David, Hobo, Outcast, RecklessDragulaWhiteZombieCraig whatever, and to whomever is in this god damn Federation that I forgot. Just know this. Torture, Creeping Death and Nate Nytro is now a force not to be messed with. That little Tag Tournament? Was nothing. It was crap. Now our plans will unfold. World Championship Federation will now be running under new management. Cool management.
- Torture clears his throat once again and neatly folds the paper up and puts it in his pocket. He steps off the soapbox and fixes his tie. He exits the stage to the left. The poduim is the only thing left.. well along with the soapbox and that dark red curtain. Anywho. Scene fades out. Just... fades.
- Footsteps are heard walking on the stage. Black shoes, black suit, with silver CWI Tie. Hair spiked up, however short enough to not notice. Black sunglasses. Short chin hair. Serious face.
- Torture steps up onto the soapbox. He fixes his tie and clears his throat. Torture sets a peice of binder paper on the poduim and begins.
Torture: Sunday Night at Timebomb was a perfect example of Altered Truth. Because, simply put, World Championship Federation thinks fans can't handle the real truth. I am the real truth. Creeping Death is the real truth, and Nate Nytro is the real god damn truth. We are the Past, Present and Future of WCF. You put all three of us together, you have more than a Legacy. More than a Dynasty. More than Championships, more than undefeated streaks and more than just three great veteran wrestlers. We are the coming of a new attitude, a new face, and certainly a new beggining of a new trent in World Championship Federation.
- Torture turns the paper over. He begins once again.
Torture: For a second I'm not going to talk about Nate Nytro or Creeping Death. I can not speak for them, however, I'm going to talk about me, and myself. Not one single person in the World Championship Federation, Wrestler, Official, Staff Member, Owner, Comissioner, whatever, has done what i've done, however, I've not done it all. I'm not saying I'm the best in the WCF of all time. I'm not that close. I am however, one of the top three wrestlers in WCF, if not second best. Sounds good right? However, if you look into the World Championship Federation History, my name isn't mentioned once, not longest Hardcore Champion, and certainly not most impressive undefeated streak with over 40 WCF wins. I'm Torture.. Remember.. I'm the Veteran-Killer! Hellz Angel, Outcast, Fugitive, PC Cradle, Mike Maida, Madd Dogg, VidNeo.. I put all those wrestlers on the mat and pinned them. I did it. By myself. While others we're bitching and moaning about not getting what they deserve, I put myself out there week in and week out to get what I wanted, to get what I needed. Have I gotten what I deserved? I think so. Next week on Sunday Slam I will be placed into a Four-Way match, and the winner gets a shot at the World Title for the next Pay Per View. Finally I get what I deserved.
I'm not exactly happy but that's another story for another time. This Sunday Slam isn't the only time you will hear from me during WCF Television. Nope, not at all, not at all. This Sunday, I will walk down to the ring with Creeping Death, and speak on the microphone about what I think is the most important. I will call it Tortures' Open Mic Night. WCF can try to shut it down, WCF Officials can try to shut it off. They can try to shut me up, but WCF needs me, they want me, they want me to do whatever I feel I need to do at any given point in time. I'm Torture, and WCF without Torture is a big nothing. So, to JoJo, Ace, Biggs, Bobby, Draven, David, Hobo, Outcast, RecklessDragulaWhiteZombieCraig whatever, and to whomever is in this god damn Federation that I forgot. Just know this. Torture, Creeping Death and Nate Nytro is now a force not to be messed with. That little Tag Tournament? Was nothing. It was crap. Now our plans will unfold. World Championship Federation will now be running under new management. Cool management.
- Torture clears his throat once again and neatly folds the paper up and puts it in his pocket. He steps off the soapbox and fixes his tie. He exits the stage to the left. The poduim is the only thing left.. well along with the soapbox and that dark red curtain. Anywho. Scene fades out. Just... fades.
