Post by Torture on Aug 24, 2006 18:22:40 GMT -5
- Torture is seen sitting up against a wall. His legs bent out up, with sweat running off his forehead. Wearing a hat backwards, and a shirt with sweat stains from top to bottom. Basketball shorts tight around the thighs, with ankle socks and high top old school Nike shoes. Steve enters the frame wearing his usual black tuxedo suit. He hands Torture a plate. On the plate is a ham sammich on wheat bread with mayonaise, mustard and some Krafts singles cheese. Torture takes the plate and sets it next to him.
Torture: You didn't have to make me lunch, Steve. I think you did enough yesterday, moving me in and all.
Steve: It's quite alright sir. You just got back in from a good run, you could use a sammich.
Torture: It's amazing, Logan doesn't ever train for his matches, and being in his thirties, one has to wonder what the hell he does to get energy now-a-days. I'm twenty-one years old. I'm going to be a handful in the ring.
Steve: Speaking of Logan. He has a team right?
Torture: Yeah. I forget you don't pay much attention to WCF. It's called the Team of Treachery.
Steve: Treachery?
Torture: Yeah. For some reason, twice a year, Logan forms a team of nobodies, and hypes everyone up, including his own teammates. After two months or so, Logan drops them, turns on them, caushing 'chaos' or something. It's pretty boring. Pretty funny though.
Steve: Makes sense.
Torture: There is others on the team, like Beyond.
Steve: Beyond?
Torture: Yeah, a Five foot Nine 'modern wrestler'. The catch is Steve, is he doesn't ever talk. Not recently. I think cats got his toungue, or he's just waiting for Logan to drop him like a stack of dimes. It's just sad. Beyond was actually moving somewhere, untill he thought he could get more out of WCF by siding with the dull-devil himself. Waste of talen, I think.
Steve: Hmm. Who else?
Torture: Well, there is Ace. He's good. Just an uneducated brain. Mostly there for looks, I think. Doesn't have my respect yet. Not until he can show me how to hold his own inside a ring. Most of his moves are basic, as if he came from some kind of training camp.
Steve: Ace is like a .. ten of clubs?
Torture: Yeah. Not really useful, unless you're playing Solitare. Thats about it.
Steve: So, just three men?
Torture: Naw. There is more. Shaun Sexton, but I think he's in a hospital or something. No one really hears from him either. I kind of would have liked getting in the ring with this guy. Steve, he reminds me of myself. Okay. That was a lie. Not really, he's just a big newbie. He thinks he has the world, and all he has is some small paycheck and a few curtains..
Steve: Curtains?
Torture: In the business, we'd call him a curtain jerker.
Steve: Ahh.
Torture: J.J. Biggs. Now here's a story.
Biggs moved up the ladder quickly. Real fast. He even passed me somewhere in the line, and we never fought. He won the World Title before I did. He never defended it, and I got my first World Title shot in this company. I went on to defeat him, and I got this Championship right here because of it.
Now, the real story? Full of talent, however, like all the others, he decided to side with the wrong team. For some reason, I don't understand the human brain. What makes wrestlers believe they can go far in this company being on the same team with Logan, and calling yourself "Treachery". It makes no sense! He's not going to get far, and as soon as he sees it himself, then he'll be in a rut. I mean, just look at him now, he's on a losing streak!
There's also Jack of Blades. He's a confusing man, but not only to me, but I think to himself. He mumbles a lot, and for some reason, he uses his TV time to prepare movie night, or dinner for himself. I don't really know. When he does use his TV time wisely, he just talks about me being a widower.
Steve: Well you are.
Torture: I know this, but I don't let everyone know that. He's the one that keeps bringing it up. I don't even like talking about it, but he'll never know that because he's obsessed with my family for some reason. No clue.
Speaking of obsessed. There is this guy named Lawnmower Jones.
Steve: What?
Torture: Lawnmower Jones.
Steve:...
Torture: Yeah. He talks to a lawnmower. I'm not even kidding. He's great inside the ring, however, too many chairshots have taken a toll on him. I just don't understand, Steve. This guy has a future, but it's blinded by his outspoken love for a gardening tool. He even married it!
Steve: Married a gardening tool?
Torture: Yeah. Psycho.
Steve: This sounds not like a Team of Treachery, but more like a Team of Crazyness.
Torture: It is. Pure and simple. This Sunday at Ultimate Showdown should be one hell of a show. You should get it on Pay Per View. You have that day off. I'll get a taxi to the airport, and get to the arena with Dake, CD and Nate.
Steve: Thanks sir!
Torture: No problem. I'll expect you Monday morning though. I'll need a ride back home from LAX.
- With that being said, Torture picks up his sammich and digs in with his set of teeth. He takes a swig from his water bottle near by, and keeps on eating. Eating like he hasn't ate anything all day.
- The scene fades out while Steve unpacks a few boxes from in the kitchen.
Torture: You didn't have to make me lunch, Steve. I think you did enough yesterday, moving me in and all.
Steve: It's quite alright sir. You just got back in from a good run, you could use a sammich.
Torture: It's amazing, Logan doesn't ever train for his matches, and being in his thirties, one has to wonder what the hell he does to get energy now-a-days. I'm twenty-one years old. I'm going to be a handful in the ring.
Steve: Speaking of Logan. He has a team right?
Torture: Yeah. I forget you don't pay much attention to WCF. It's called the Team of Treachery.
Steve: Treachery?
Torture: Yeah. For some reason, twice a year, Logan forms a team of nobodies, and hypes everyone up, including his own teammates. After two months or so, Logan drops them, turns on them, caushing 'chaos' or something. It's pretty boring. Pretty funny though.
Steve: Makes sense.
Torture: There is others on the team, like Beyond.
Steve: Beyond?
Torture: Yeah, a Five foot Nine 'modern wrestler'. The catch is Steve, is he doesn't ever talk. Not recently. I think cats got his toungue, or he's just waiting for Logan to drop him like a stack of dimes. It's just sad. Beyond was actually moving somewhere, untill he thought he could get more out of WCF by siding with the dull-devil himself. Waste of talen, I think.
Steve: Hmm. Who else?
Torture: Well, there is Ace. He's good. Just an uneducated brain. Mostly there for looks, I think. Doesn't have my respect yet. Not until he can show me how to hold his own inside a ring. Most of his moves are basic, as if he came from some kind of training camp.
Steve: Ace is like a .. ten of clubs?
Torture: Yeah. Not really useful, unless you're playing Solitare. Thats about it.
Steve: So, just three men?
Torture: Naw. There is more. Shaun Sexton, but I think he's in a hospital or something. No one really hears from him either. I kind of would have liked getting in the ring with this guy. Steve, he reminds me of myself. Okay. That was a lie. Not really, he's just a big newbie. He thinks he has the world, and all he has is some small paycheck and a few curtains..
Steve: Curtains?
Torture: In the business, we'd call him a curtain jerker.
Steve: Ahh.
Torture: J.J. Biggs. Now here's a story.
Biggs moved up the ladder quickly. Real fast. He even passed me somewhere in the line, and we never fought. He won the World Title before I did. He never defended it, and I got my first World Title shot in this company. I went on to defeat him, and I got this Championship right here because of it.
Now, the real story? Full of talent, however, like all the others, he decided to side with the wrong team. For some reason, I don't understand the human brain. What makes wrestlers believe they can go far in this company being on the same team with Logan, and calling yourself "Treachery". It makes no sense! He's not going to get far, and as soon as he sees it himself, then he'll be in a rut. I mean, just look at him now, he's on a losing streak!
There's also Jack of Blades. He's a confusing man, but not only to me, but I think to himself. He mumbles a lot, and for some reason, he uses his TV time to prepare movie night, or dinner for himself. I don't really know. When he does use his TV time wisely, he just talks about me being a widower.
Steve: Well you are.
Torture: I know this, but I don't let everyone know that. He's the one that keeps bringing it up. I don't even like talking about it, but he'll never know that because he's obsessed with my family for some reason. No clue.
Speaking of obsessed. There is this guy named Lawnmower Jones.
Steve: What?
Torture: Lawnmower Jones.
Steve:...
Torture: Yeah. He talks to a lawnmower. I'm not even kidding. He's great inside the ring, however, too many chairshots have taken a toll on him. I just don't understand, Steve. This guy has a future, but it's blinded by his outspoken love for a gardening tool. He even married it!
Steve: Married a gardening tool?
Torture: Yeah. Psycho.
Steve: This sounds not like a Team of Treachery, but more like a Team of Crazyness.
Torture: It is. Pure and simple. This Sunday at Ultimate Showdown should be one hell of a show. You should get it on Pay Per View. You have that day off. I'll get a taxi to the airport, and get to the arena with Dake, CD and Nate.
Steve: Thanks sir!
Torture: No problem. I'll expect you Monday morning though. I'll need a ride back home from LAX.
- With that being said, Torture picks up his sammich and digs in with his set of teeth. He takes a swig from his water bottle near by, and keeps on eating. Eating like he hasn't ate anything all day.
- The scene fades out while Steve unpacks a few boxes from in the kitchen.
