Post by Torture on Jan 24, 2006 0:17:40 GMT -5
Monday Night
9:00 PM
- Scene opens up. It's dark. Street lights are on. Old Cutlass' are passing by on the street. Stars out. Hardly anything going on. We see two figures running down the sidewalk from across the street. We cut to a front view, where Torture and Victory are both jogging. Victory in black shorts, tennis shoes. White shirt on. Torture in a black hooded sweatshirt. Of course it says "CoolWear Inc" across the front. The hood is on. He, also, has black shorts on, but with white tennis shoes.
Torture: T.V Title? It's yours man..
- They jog for about 20 more seconds..
Torture: What? Ain't going to talk? I said that TV title is yours man..
- They jog for 10 more seconds, just jogging down the sidewalk.
Torture: Why are you so qui..
Kurtis: I don't think I got it..
Torture: Wha..
Kurtis: I said, I don't know man. I don't know.
- Torture stops in his tracks. Right in front of a park. Kurtis takes like five more steps, before stopping to turn around.
Kurtis: What man? Whats up?
Torture: You don't know? You don't think you got it?
Kurtis: Yeah.. I was..
Torture: Man, shut the hell up. What are you doing? What are you talking about?
Kurtis: I'm just..
Torture: You know what.. I don't need this. I don't want this..
- Kurtis goes to say something, but Torture just steps up to him.
Torture: You think this is about me? You think i'm out here to help myself out? Because i'm not. I've done all I wanted and needed. I proved myself, to myself. I'm done with wrestling. I'm here for you. For you!
Kurtis: I know..
Torture: You think I got to where i'm at because I told myself I wasn't going to cut it, I wasn't going to make the grade, I wasn't going to win...?
- Before Kurtis can even think of a reply, Torture quickly cuts back in.
Torture: Hell no! I worked every day of my life, for that moment to be the number one wrestler. The number one wrestler, Kurtis. You know that? Of course you know that. You we're there with me, when I finally made it. You think I can win in the ring, when I listen to the outside haters? Thats not how winners run, Kurtis.
- Kurtis just looks around, as Torture takes his hood off.
Torture: Look at your opponents, Kurtis. What do you see? You know what don't even answer, I'll just tell you what I see! I see two half-assed wrestlers. They couldn't make it in fish ponds, so what makes them think they can swim in the ocean? Huh? T. Havock? He's nothing but a dweller. A past dweller, he's going to dwell on the past, saying it was 'his night', 'his belt', well guess what, it wasn't. Want to know why? He has no heart, no dedication. T. Havock is a nobody..
- Torture spits on the ground.
Torture: Big Country? Who does he think he is? He's not even a nobody. He's souless. No heart. No dedication. I bet he doesn't even know the history of the sport of Wrestling. Hell, he doesn't even know his opponents names, Kurtis. What kind of wrestler is he? He's a losing wrestler. A loser. He complains about getting cheated, getting underhanded. You know he is getting cheated. He's cheating himself. He's useless in this world. He's useless to WCF, and you.
- Torture puts his finger on Kurtis chest.
Torture: You know whats in here? You. Kurtis Victory. You're in there. Don't tell me this I don't know crap. Thats loser talk. You're not a loser. Hell, Victory is you're last name! I've seen you go from the streets man. We grew up. Same hood. Same shit, mane. Same tears. Same school. You went from a street, african-american, to a successful human being. Know why? You have heart. Soul. Dedication. I was there Kurtis. I'm here now. You need to be here now, as well. Stop living bottom level, you know you're better than that. I know you're better than that. Look up... look at me.
- Kurtis Victory looks up to Torture. Sweat dripping off his head.
Torture: Bro. This sunday.. it's all you. TV title. Comes home. To Kurtis Victory...
- KV smiles, as Torture playfully punches him in the chest.
Torture: Lets get the hell outta here. Get some chicken or somethin'.
- They both start jogging, as Torture flips his hood back up over his head. The scene fades out.
9:00 PM
- Scene opens up. It's dark. Street lights are on. Old Cutlass' are passing by on the street. Stars out. Hardly anything going on. We see two figures running down the sidewalk from across the street. We cut to a front view, where Torture and Victory are both jogging. Victory in black shorts, tennis shoes. White shirt on. Torture in a black hooded sweatshirt. Of course it says "CoolWear Inc" across the front. The hood is on. He, also, has black shorts on, but with white tennis shoes.
Torture: T.V Title? It's yours man..
- They jog for about 20 more seconds..
Torture: What? Ain't going to talk? I said that TV title is yours man..
- They jog for 10 more seconds, just jogging down the sidewalk.
Torture: Why are you so qui..
Kurtis: I don't think I got it..
Torture: Wha..
Kurtis: I said, I don't know man. I don't know.
- Torture stops in his tracks. Right in front of a park. Kurtis takes like five more steps, before stopping to turn around.
Kurtis: What man? Whats up?
Torture: You don't know? You don't think you got it?
Kurtis: Yeah.. I was..
Torture: Man, shut the hell up. What are you doing? What are you talking about?
Kurtis: I'm just..
Torture: You know what.. I don't need this. I don't want this..
- Kurtis goes to say something, but Torture just steps up to him.
Torture: You think this is about me? You think i'm out here to help myself out? Because i'm not. I've done all I wanted and needed. I proved myself, to myself. I'm done with wrestling. I'm here for you. For you!
Kurtis: I know..
Torture: You think I got to where i'm at because I told myself I wasn't going to cut it, I wasn't going to make the grade, I wasn't going to win...?
- Before Kurtis can even think of a reply, Torture quickly cuts back in.
Torture: Hell no! I worked every day of my life, for that moment to be the number one wrestler. The number one wrestler, Kurtis. You know that? Of course you know that. You we're there with me, when I finally made it. You think I can win in the ring, when I listen to the outside haters? Thats not how winners run, Kurtis.
- Kurtis just looks around, as Torture takes his hood off.
Torture: Look at your opponents, Kurtis. What do you see? You know what don't even answer, I'll just tell you what I see! I see two half-assed wrestlers. They couldn't make it in fish ponds, so what makes them think they can swim in the ocean? Huh? T. Havock? He's nothing but a dweller. A past dweller, he's going to dwell on the past, saying it was 'his night', 'his belt', well guess what, it wasn't. Want to know why? He has no heart, no dedication. T. Havock is a nobody..
- Torture spits on the ground.
Torture: Big Country? Who does he think he is? He's not even a nobody. He's souless. No heart. No dedication. I bet he doesn't even know the history of the sport of Wrestling. Hell, he doesn't even know his opponents names, Kurtis. What kind of wrestler is he? He's a losing wrestler. A loser. He complains about getting cheated, getting underhanded. You know he is getting cheated. He's cheating himself. He's useless in this world. He's useless to WCF, and you.
- Torture puts his finger on Kurtis chest.
Torture: You know whats in here? You. Kurtis Victory. You're in there. Don't tell me this I don't know crap. Thats loser talk. You're not a loser. Hell, Victory is you're last name! I've seen you go from the streets man. We grew up. Same hood. Same shit, mane. Same tears. Same school. You went from a street, african-american, to a successful human being. Know why? You have heart. Soul. Dedication. I was there Kurtis. I'm here now. You need to be here now, as well. Stop living bottom level, you know you're better than that. I know you're better than that. Look up... look at me.
- Kurtis Victory looks up to Torture. Sweat dripping off his head.
Torture: Bro. This sunday.. it's all you. TV title. Comes home. To Kurtis Victory...
- KV smiles, as Torture playfully punches him in the chest.
Torture: Lets get the hell outta here. Get some chicken or somethin'.
- They both start jogging, as Torture flips his hood back up over his head. The scene fades out.
