Post by Torture on Jun 23, 2006 10:30:57 GMT -5
Torture: Tell Nate he needs to meet us tomorrow. I'm serious this time. Nate needs to get his act together.
- Torture steps out of a limo. His friend is the obvious driver. Torture is in a very nice suit. Dressed from head to toe to impress, he steps into a small door. He walks through the back still talking on his phone.
Torture: I know. After this Sunday, most of everything will be set in stone anyways. I've never lost a singles match chance at gold. I've also never lost gold either. So... yeah, you can tell whats going to happen after this Sunday. Hah. Alright CD, talk to you later bro... peace.
- Torture puts his phone in his pocket. He stands next to a stage, you can hear someone over a loudspeaker, as if Torture is backstage in a small gym or something. A woman tells Torture it is now his turn to step on stage. He does so. He steps out infront of about one thousand people. They all stand and applaud. He waves to them and smiles. Torture takes his sunglasses off and sets them inside his coat pocket.
Torture: It's great to be back here in Modesto, California!
- The crowd applauses again. Torture stands at the poduim as the crowd sits down in their seats.
Torture: Modesto is where I was born. June 4th, 1985 is the day Gods Son breathed in life, and breathed out success. From the day I was born, life threw curve balls at me, and all I did was hit home runs. I moved to Los Angeles when I was 10 years old and never looked back. Not that I didn't like this place, but it was time for me to hit rough times, if I wanted to live like I wanted. I started to work out, I started to train as a wrestler. I got my first gig in Xtreme Championship Wrestling. From there I moved to where I am now, World Championship Federation, and from then 'till now, I've done nothing but shined. Know why? Because of you, and because of me.
- The crowd applauses at Torture's cheap pop.
Torture: J.J. Biggs is the current WCF World Champion. Already, he's a dissapointing Champion. He's the Number One wrestler in World Championship Federation, and there is already a decline in fan ratings, and fan approval. Think J.J. Biggs can carry this Federation on his shoulders? I think not. He can hardly carry a live segment on Sunday Slam. Hell, he's our World Champion, and we hardly hear from him! He's a great mid-carder, he's a great Paper-Champion, but he's a horrible World Champion. This Sunday, J.J. Biggs gives up the World Championship. To me.
- Another cheap pop. Torture just smiles.
Torture: I'm Terrified? Of what Biggs? I'm not terrified of you. I've been in some of the most Hardcorest of Hardcore matches. Hell, I've went into a match with PC Cradle, Neo, Hellz Angel, Creeping Death, Twister and Madd Dogg. I don't think anything else can scare me. I've went through hell in my life and i'm only twenty-one years old. Terrified? I think not. Overrated? You may think that, but then again, can't be overrated if I've got over 50 Singles match wins... all in a row. I've got nothing but facts and stats to back me up. All you have is a seven and three record. I have no losses. You have three of them. Overrated? I think our "World Champion" is overrated.
- Cheap shot, with the Cheap pop.
Torture: Repulsive In-Ring ability, and Talentless. Those two labels came straight from Biggs mouth. You'd think a World Champion would do his homework, but all he's done is say the same crap everyone else has said. If I was those two labels, I don't think I'd be going for the World Championship title. Useless? This is the best one I think. How could I be useless? J.J. Biggs is the worst World Champion in the last four months. Atleast half of the Champions before him defended their titles atleast once. J.J. Biggs? Hasn't even defended it! He's our leading man, the front man, if you may, and all he's done is go back to a gym and begin to train harder? J.J. Biggs can't carry World Championship Federation. J.J. Biggs can hardly carry a conversation with his buddy Jake. Their conversation is more immature than two children under the covers with Michael Jackson.
- They begin to laugh and applaud.
Torture: Repetitious? Are you kidding me? Do you honestly think what I'm going to say next? You have no idea what I'm going to say next? I'm more unpredictable than Tekdudes sex life. And believe me, that's pretty predictable. J.J. Biggs, you are nothing but Repetitious. You're like a 14 year old emo listening to the Simple Plan album on repeat. You want repetitious, chew on this. This Sunday, at Explosion, My match will be nothing but Repetitious. I will win, just like I always do. Because I'm better than you. And I know it.
- Huge Torture marks begin to cheer over the applauses. They settle back down.
Torture:Embarrassment? Hah! This one makes me laugh. Sorry. Ahem. Biggs, you really did hit your head didn't you? Biggs, you are the most embarrassing World Champion, and if you don't mind, we've had some silly World Champions. Reckless Jack anyone?
- A few laughs.
Torture: J.J., let me ask you something. Why are you intimidated? Why? You're the 'World Champion'. No reason for you to talk about my mom, my sex life. I mean, you are older than me, so why do you act half my age? J.J. It's time to step your game up, take it to the next level, pass the next line, go get the next goal. I'm already on the highest level in World Championship Federation. How embarrassing is it for the Champion to get on the Challengers level. I'd say it's pretty embarrassing.
- More applauses, but he quickly stops them. As soon as they quiet down, Torture begins to speak again.
Torture: I'll leave you with this, and I'll leave Biggs to swallow this. It's going to be a hard battle, Biggs. I'm not saying it's going to be easy in the ring, but as of right now, I think the advantage goes to me, the Challenger. Lets take away our history, Biggs. Take your seven wins and three losses and throw them away. Put my first ever Peoples Championship in a bucket, along with my Hardcore Championship title riegn, all my tag team wins, and even throw my fifty-six singles wins down the drain. For this one match, none of that matters. Just you. Me. The World Championship, and the Wrestling Ring that will cater to your back when I pin you for what would seem like the longest three count in your life.
Stop practicing your punches. It's not boxing. Stop trying to kick. It's not UFC. This is the World Championship Federation. The first two words of WCF spells what is going to be around my waist come Sunday night. I'm sorry Biggs, but this is how it's going to be. You can spell my name out and make poems. You can beat up a jobber, and you can work out in a gym, just like the rest of the wrestlers that lost to me. It's all been done before Biggs. Thats the problem. It's all been done before, and after this Sunday, Biggs, you'll be done for. Modesto, California. Thank you for lettin' me speak today. I love you guys.
- The crowd erupts into a standing ovation. Torture just backs away from the poduim and raises his right hand taking all of the applauses and cheers from the standing room only-packed gym. He puts his sunglasses on and just smiles away. The small crowd begins to chant Torture! Torture! Torture! The one and only steps off the stage and behind the curtain. The scene slowly fades out with Torture's name being chanted like no other.
- Torture steps out of a limo. His friend is the obvious driver. Torture is in a very nice suit. Dressed from head to toe to impress, he steps into a small door. He walks through the back still talking on his phone.
Torture: I know. After this Sunday, most of everything will be set in stone anyways. I've never lost a singles match chance at gold. I've also never lost gold either. So... yeah, you can tell whats going to happen after this Sunday. Hah. Alright CD, talk to you later bro... peace.
- Torture puts his phone in his pocket. He stands next to a stage, you can hear someone over a loudspeaker, as if Torture is backstage in a small gym or something. A woman tells Torture it is now his turn to step on stage. He does so. He steps out infront of about one thousand people. They all stand and applaud. He waves to them and smiles. Torture takes his sunglasses off and sets them inside his coat pocket.
Torture: It's great to be back here in Modesto, California!
- The crowd applauses again. Torture stands at the poduim as the crowd sits down in their seats.
Torture: Modesto is where I was born. June 4th, 1985 is the day Gods Son breathed in life, and breathed out success. From the day I was born, life threw curve balls at me, and all I did was hit home runs. I moved to Los Angeles when I was 10 years old and never looked back. Not that I didn't like this place, but it was time for me to hit rough times, if I wanted to live like I wanted. I started to work out, I started to train as a wrestler. I got my first gig in Xtreme Championship Wrestling. From there I moved to where I am now, World Championship Federation, and from then 'till now, I've done nothing but shined. Know why? Because of you, and because of me.
- The crowd applauses at Torture's cheap pop.
Torture: J.J. Biggs is the current WCF World Champion. Already, he's a dissapointing Champion. He's the Number One wrestler in World Championship Federation, and there is already a decline in fan ratings, and fan approval. Think J.J. Biggs can carry this Federation on his shoulders? I think not. He can hardly carry a live segment on Sunday Slam. Hell, he's our World Champion, and we hardly hear from him! He's a great mid-carder, he's a great Paper-Champion, but he's a horrible World Champion. This Sunday, J.J. Biggs gives up the World Championship. To me.
- Another cheap pop. Torture just smiles.
Torture: I'm Terrified? Of what Biggs? I'm not terrified of you. I've been in some of the most Hardcorest of Hardcore matches. Hell, I've went into a match with PC Cradle, Neo, Hellz Angel, Creeping Death, Twister and Madd Dogg. I don't think anything else can scare me. I've went through hell in my life and i'm only twenty-one years old. Terrified? I think not. Overrated? You may think that, but then again, can't be overrated if I've got over 50 Singles match wins... all in a row. I've got nothing but facts and stats to back me up. All you have is a seven and three record. I have no losses. You have three of them. Overrated? I think our "World Champion" is overrated.
- Cheap shot, with the Cheap pop.
Torture: Repulsive In-Ring ability, and Talentless. Those two labels came straight from Biggs mouth. You'd think a World Champion would do his homework, but all he's done is say the same crap everyone else has said. If I was those two labels, I don't think I'd be going for the World Championship title. Useless? This is the best one I think. How could I be useless? J.J. Biggs is the worst World Champion in the last four months. Atleast half of the Champions before him defended their titles atleast once. J.J. Biggs? Hasn't even defended it! He's our leading man, the front man, if you may, and all he's done is go back to a gym and begin to train harder? J.J. Biggs can't carry World Championship Federation. J.J. Biggs can hardly carry a conversation with his buddy Jake. Their conversation is more immature than two children under the covers with Michael Jackson.
- They begin to laugh and applaud.
Torture: Repetitious? Are you kidding me? Do you honestly think what I'm going to say next? You have no idea what I'm going to say next? I'm more unpredictable than Tekdudes sex life. And believe me, that's pretty predictable. J.J. Biggs, you are nothing but Repetitious. You're like a 14 year old emo listening to the Simple Plan album on repeat. You want repetitious, chew on this. This Sunday, at Explosion, My match will be nothing but Repetitious. I will win, just like I always do. Because I'm better than you. And I know it.
- Huge Torture marks begin to cheer over the applauses. They settle back down.
Torture:Embarrassment? Hah! This one makes me laugh. Sorry. Ahem. Biggs, you really did hit your head didn't you? Biggs, you are the most embarrassing World Champion, and if you don't mind, we've had some silly World Champions. Reckless Jack anyone?
- A few laughs.
Torture: J.J., let me ask you something. Why are you intimidated? Why? You're the 'World Champion'. No reason for you to talk about my mom, my sex life. I mean, you are older than me, so why do you act half my age? J.J. It's time to step your game up, take it to the next level, pass the next line, go get the next goal. I'm already on the highest level in World Championship Federation. How embarrassing is it for the Champion to get on the Challengers level. I'd say it's pretty embarrassing.
- More applauses, but he quickly stops them. As soon as they quiet down, Torture begins to speak again.
Torture: I'll leave you with this, and I'll leave Biggs to swallow this. It's going to be a hard battle, Biggs. I'm not saying it's going to be easy in the ring, but as of right now, I think the advantage goes to me, the Challenger. Lets take away our history, Biggs. Take your seven wins and three losses and throw them away. Put my first ever Peoples Championship in a bucket, along with my Hardcore Championship title riegn, all my tag team wins, and even throw my fifty-six singles wins down the drain. For this one match, none of that matters. Just you. Me. The World Championship, and the Wrestling Ring that will cater to your back when I pin you for what would seem like the longest three count in your life.
Stop practicing your punches. It's not boxing. Stop trying to kick. It's not UFC. This is the World Championship Federation. The first two words of WCF spells what is going to be around my waist come Sunday night. I'm sorry Biggs, but this is how it's going to be. You can spell my name out and make poems. You can beat up a jobber, and you can work out in a gym, just like the rest of the wrestlers that lost to me. It's all been done before Biggs. Thats the problem. It's all been done before, and after this Sunday, Biggs, you'll be done for. Modesto, California. Thank you for lettin' me speak today. I love you guys.
- The crowd erupts into a standing ovation. Torture just backs away from the poduim and raises his right hand taking all of the applauses and cheers from the standing room only-packed gym. He puts his sunglasses on and just smiles away. The small crowd begins to chant Torture! Torture! Torture! The one and only steps off the stage and behind the curtain. The scene slowly fades out with Torture's name being chanted like no other.
