Post by Torture on Apr 10, 2006 23:18:42 GMT -5
- Howard Dean's office. A place, Kurtis has been in dozens of times by now. A place you DON'T want to be in. Kurtis and Dean. Dean at his desk, and Kurtis in the chair.
Dean: Is it me.. or do you like pissing me the FUCK OFF??
- Kurtis notices the clock hands move. It's now 11:00 am. Tuesday morning.
Dean: KURTIS!
Victory: No... Is it me.. or does Torture just NOT GO THE HELL AWAY! I'VE LEFT HIM IN A DESERT.. I'VE KICKED HIS ASS.. NOW HE COMES BACK.. AND I CAN'T EVEN GET A GOD DAMN PUNCH IN!
Dean: .. I see your point.
Victory: For the money you gave me, all the benifits thats gone with it, I do believe that i'm not doing a great job, but damn it Dean, I'm trying. He taught me lessons. He didn't teach me to wrestle...
Dean: .. You nieve human being. Thats what he's always talked about. He never teaches wrestling.. he teaches you life... meaning.. emotion, you use that in Wrestling and you go far. The hell with the tag match, if he thinks Creeping Death and himself are friends he's wrong. CD will do anything in his path to screw Torture..
Victory: Like we did?
Dean: You shut your god damn cheeks. Listen. World Championship Federation thought i'd be funny to have a one on one match.. With you and Torture..
Victory: What?
Dean: Yeah.. a Hardcore Street Fight..
Victory: WHAT THE HELL?!
Dean: I know. Tell me about it. This is great..
Victory: GREAT?! WHAT THE HECK DEAN?! ITS HORRIB..
Dean: It's great. Hardcore Street Fight means weapons. Weapons mean you take out Torture.. taking out Torture means my problems.. you... your problems.. our problems.. go.. bye bye.
- Dean smiles at Victory, whose got a troubled look on his face.
Victory: I'm going to need help.. It will be legal!
Dean: We thought about that. Tony and I put our heads together. First off, we've got business doings with not only the clubs I own, but the business that I and Tony are in. So, we won't be able to make it. Saturday, Sunday and Monday we're booked. Second.. We can't show our faces on TV. No one knows we've had anything to do with it. If anyone finds out, If Torture knew.. things would be bad. BAD. Horrible. Terrible. Really... really.. bad. It just won't work. Again..*sigh*.. I'm leaving the plans of Torture being gone in your hands.
Victory: I don't know man..
Dean: Hey! Shut the hell up with that crap. I didn't pay you to 'I don't know man'. I paid you TO GET RID OF HIM! NOW DO IT! GET THE HELL OUT OF MY OFFICE!
- Victory stands up out of the chair and walks out of the room. Howard Dean leans on his desk.
Dean: God damn you Torture... You're too good.. too powerful.. but this Sunday.. .. this Sunday..
- Dean stops talking to himself. The three-quarters dark office fades out in the scene.
Dean: Is it me.. or do you like pissing me the FUCK OFF??
- Kurtis notices the clock hands move. It's now 11:00 am. Tuesday morning.
Dean: KURTIS!
Victory: No... Is it me.. or does Torture just NOT GO THE HELL AWAY! I'VE LEFT HIM IN A DESERT.. I'VE KICKED HIS ASS.. NOW HE COMES BACK.. AND I CAN'T EVEN GET A GOD DAMN PUNCH IN!
Dean: .. I see your point.
Victory: For the money you gave me, all the benifits thats gone with it, I do believe that i'm not doing a great job, but damn it Dean, I'm trying. He taught me lessons. He didn't teach me to wrestle...
Dean: .. You nieve human being. Thats what he's always talked about. He never teaches wrestling.. he teaches you life... meaning.. emotion, you use that in Wrestling and you go far. The hell with the tag match, if he thinks Creeping Death and himself are friends he's wrong. CD will do anything in his path to screw Torture..
Victory: Like we did?
Dean: You shut your god damn cheeks. Listen. World Championship Federation thought i'd be funny to have a one on one match.. With you and Torture..
Victory: What?
Dean: Yeah.. a Hardcore Street Fight..
Victory: WHAT THE HELL?!
Dean: I know. Tell me about it. This is great..
Victory: GREAT?! WHAT THE HECK DEAN?! ITS HORRIB..
Dean: It's great. Hardcore Street Fight means weapons. Weapons mean you take out Torture.. taking out Torture means my problems.. you... your problems.. our problems.. go.. bye bye.
- Dean smiles at Victory, whose got a troubled look on his face.
Victory: I'm going to need help.. It will be legal!
Dean: We thought about that. Tony and I put our heads together. First off, we've got business doings with not only the clubs I own, but the business that I and Tony are in. So, we won't be able to make it. Saturday, Sunday and Monday we're booked. Second.. We can't show our faces on TV. No one knows we've had anything to do with it. If anyone finds out, If Torture knew.. things would be bad. BAD. Horrible. Terrible. Really... really.. bad. It just won't work. Again..*sigh*.. I'm leaving the plans of Torture being gone in your hands.
Victory: I don't know man..
Dean: Hey! Shut the hell up with that crap. I didn't pay you to 'I don't know man'. I paid you TO GET RID OF HIM! NOW DO IT! GET THE HELL OUT OF MY OFFICE!
- Victory stands up out of the chair and walks out of the room. Howard Dean leans on his desk.
Dean: God damn you Torture... You're too good.. too powerful.. but this Sunday.. .. this Sunday..
- Dean stops talking to himself. The three-quarters dark office fades out in the scene.
