Post by Torture on Aug 27, 2006 4:41:31 GMT -5
- For those who are kind of keeping track, trying to keep track, or for the few, oh so very few who actually like to read The Tort's roleplays.. you maybe wondering where Number Nine is. Well, it's a reply to number eight. So check out number eight and scroll down. Thank you. Please read on.. if you want to... if you don't.. well.. I don't blame you.. however, you could go to any number of Logans Roleplays and read those if you'd like. You only have to read one though, because in the other thirtyfour of them.. they're all the same. It's cool though..
- A sunny day. Light bounces off of everything. The sun blazes in the distance. Standing there on the screen is one star. No, not the Sun, and no it's not dark, so it can't be the stars in the sky.. it's the Star.. of the Wrestling Championship Federation. It's... the One and Only... Torture.
- Blue and white polo stripped shirt, with grey outlining the stripes from left to right. The shirt matches the stain-washed grey Jeans he has on. White and blue Lugz shoes stand tall on the black asphalt, with the white paint on the ground, as if it was an empty parking lot. Actually.. it is. Torture's hair is combed and gelled, his thin Sunglasses cover his face with his neckalace hanging down across his chest. The World Title around his waist to finish it off. What a sight to see.
- However, he's not alone. Behind him? A 2005 Black Hummer2. H2 for short. Torture's leaning up against the left front fender. Riding on twenty-fours, with a four inch lift. The rims glisten back into the camera lense. The light just hits the shiny gloss of the black from the vehicle. Black tinted windows, and chrome sidelines, with a front grill. Nothing is in the background, and like I said, it seems The T0rT is in some sort of empty parking lot. Just for some reason, this parking lot.. has nothing connected to it.
Torture: The Ultimate Showdown. Logan, when I think of the Ultimate Showdown, a million thoughts race into my head. My heart beats faster. My body begins to tingle. My toes get numb. I get ansy. My blood begins to heat up.. ready for some action.. A million thoughts... with a million things going on at once.Ultimate.. It's such a strong word isn't it? The last.. the ending of a process. A short definition, but it stands true, Logan. This could be the ending of my wrestling career in the Wrestling Championship Federation. You pin me.. or make me submit, I give you my World Title, and walk away from WCF forever. I beat you, you no longer reign as Number One wrestler in the world, and you'd rightfully forfiet that title to me.
When I think about this match, Logan, I think about all the peoples careers I put on shelves. You talked about putting them on shelves, however, I'm the one that truely did it. I'm not a Hardcore Wrestler, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and as you were contending to try to win a World Title that you'd probably lose via fired or quiting, I was actually putting these 'Veterans' on the shelf. I did it, not you. You can sit there, and eat ice cream and tell me you did, but you didn't. Go look it up. Ask where Epic, Neo, Hellz Angel, Outcast, Gravedigger, Rick Mad, and Fugitive are? They're no longer here, because the last time they were scene competing at 100 percent, I was making sure they didn't see a wrestling ring the next day.
- Torture wipes his brow, obviously sweating in the heat. He still stands there though.
Torture: When I think about our match up, I mostly think about the lives that we will be affecting. This just isn't about us, Logan.. it's about the power struggle that we are currently in, and how we want to take whats rightfully ours, and how you're trying to snag the carpet back underneath us at all costs. Thats probably why i'm so mad, because.. well.. you see, Logan, I don't hold grudges. Never do, and probably never will, however, with you? It's way different. I've hated you since the day I got here. The first words I ever got from any of my co-workers when I got here was you telling me I was the biggest piece of shit. It made me mad, but it also fueled my fire. Since that day, I went on to become one of the most recognized wrestlers in the industry!
You must have hated that, because everytime I ever got my head out of the god damn water, it seemed like you were always there to push it back under. For a while there, our paths never crossed, you were busy, I was busy, and now.. they meet again. This time, it was a bit different. This time, I know for sure you were trying to hold me down. With all of the truths being covered up, all of the facts being taken away from me, I knew it was only a matter of time until a force so strong came in to fight back, and take what is rightfully theirs.. or.. ours. The New Dynasty. For the last few weeks, we've been trying and trying, but it seems like the point isn't getting across to you, Logan. We are not taking you crap, the Team of Treacherys crap, or Wrestling Championship Federations crap. We will get the respect that we deserve, or heads are going to roll.
- Torture takes off the World Title from his waist and opens his front door. He sets the Championship belt on the seat. Leaving the door open, he begins to talk.
Torture: Showdown.. a Hostile disagreement, face to face. Heh.* Seems fitting, doesn't it? This is as Hostile as you can get, really. I mean, where else have you ever seen the biggest grossing pay per view buyrates, the fastest tickets being sold out, and the two biggest Wrestling Superstars hitting each other in a ring where one will walk out Champion, while the other probably won't walk out on their own two feet. Face to face, Logan, we will go, and round and round we will go, and then.. the ref will count the three. I'm not being too cocky, I hope, when I say, I'll be holding the World Title high above my head to the thousands and thousands of cheers coming from the sold-out crowd.
So, in just under twenty-four hours starts an entire three hour program, in which winners stay on top, losers go down the ladder, and two men fight, not just for a shiny belt.. but for power, and bragging rights in the Wrestling Championship Federation. The decisive ending of a process of a hostile disagreement face to face. Or for short, Ultimate Showdown.
- Torture steps inside of his new Hummer2. He starts it up and makes a u-turn. He exits the parking lot. The H2 is seen going off in the distance on a long, dark, dusty road. The sun just shines into the scene. The H2 isn't visible anymore, and with that the camera just turns to the sun. Staring into the sun. Like Thrice. Fade to black.
- A sunny day. Light bounces off of everything. The sun blazes in the distance. Standing there on the screen is one star. No, not the Sun, and no it's not dark, so it can't be the stars in the sky.. it's the Star.. of the Wrestling Championship Federation. It's... the One and Only... Torture.
- Blue and white polo stripped shirt, with grey outlining the stripes from left to right. The shirt matches the stain-washed grey Jeans he has on. White and blue Lugz shoes stand tall on the black asphalt, with the white paint on the ground, as if it was an empty parking lot. Actually.. it is. Torture's hair is combed and gelled, his thin Sunglasses cover his face with his neckalace hanging down across his chest. The World Title around his waist to finish it off. What a sight to see.
- However, he's not alone. Behind him? A 2005 Black Hummer2. H2 for short. Torture's leaning up against the left front fender. Riding on twenty-fours, with a four inch lift. The rims glisten back into the camera lense. The light just hits the shiny gloss of the black from the vehicle. Black tinted windows, and chrome sidelines, with a front grill. Nothing is in the background, and like I said, it seems The T0rT is in some sort of empty parking lot. Just for some reason, this parking lot.. has nothing connected to it.
Torture: The Ultimate Showdown. Logan, when I think of the Ultimate Showdown, a million thoughts race into my head. My heart beats faster. My body begins to tingle. My toes get numb. I get ansy. My blood begins to heat up.. ready for some action.. A million thoughts... with a million things going on at once.Ultimate.. It's such a strong word isn't it? The last.. the ending of a process. A short definition, but it stands true, Logan. This could be the ending of my wrestling career in the Wrestling Championship Federation. You pin me.. or make me submit, I give you my World Title, and walk away from WCF forever. I beat you, you no longer reign as Number One wrestler in the world, and you'd rightfully forfiet that title to me.
When I think about this match, Logan, I think about all the peoples careers I put on shelves. You talked about putting them on shelves, however, I'm the one that truely did it. I'm not a Hardcore Wrestler, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and as you were contending to try to win a World Title that you'd probably lose via fired or quiting, I was actually putting these 'Veterans' on the shelf. I did it, not you. You can sit there, and eat ice cream and tell me you did, but you didn't. Go look it up. Ask where Epic, Neo, Hellz Angel, Outcast, Gravedigger, Rick Mad, and Fugitive are? They're no longer here, because the last time they were scene competing at 100 percent, I was making sure they didn't see a wrestling ring the next day.
- Torture wipes his brow, obviously sweating in the heat. He still stands there though.
Torture: When I think about our match up, I mostly think about the lives that we will be affecting. This just isn't about us, Logan.. it's about the power struggle that we are currently in, and how we want to take whats rightfully ours, and how you're trying to snag the carpet back underneath us at all costs. Thats probably why i'm so mad, because.. well.. you see, Logan, I don't hold grudges. Never do, and probably never will, however, with you? It's way different. I've hated you since the day I got here. The first words I ever got from any of my co-workers when I got here was you telling me I was the biggest piece of shit. It made me mad, but it also fueled my fire. Since that day, I went on to become one of the most recognized wrestlers in the industry!
You must have hated that, because everytime I ever got my head out of the god damn water, it seemed like you were always there to push it back under. For a while there, our paths never crossed, you were busy, I was busy, and now.. they meet again. This time, it was a bit different. This time, I know for sure you were trying to hold me down. With all of the truths being covered up, all of the facts being taken away from me, I knew it was only a matter of time until a force so strong came in to fight back, and take what is rightfully theirs.. or.. ours. The New Dynasty. For the last few weeks, we've been trying and trying, but it seems like the point isn't getting across to you, Logan. We are not taking you crap, the Team of Treacherys crap, or Wrestling Championship Federations crap. We will get the respect that we deserve, or heads are going to roll.
- Torture takes off the World Title from his waist and opens his front door. He sets the Championship belt on the seat. Leaving the door open, he begins to talk.
Torture: Showdown.. a Hostile disagreement, face to face. Heh.* Seems fitting, doesn't it? This is as Hostile as you can get, really. I mean, where else have you ever seen the biggest grossing pay per view buyrates, the fastest tickets being sold out, and the two biggest Wrestling Superstars hitting each other in a ring where one will walk out Champion, while the other probably won't walk out on their own two feet. Face to face, Logan, we will go, and round and round we will go, and then.. the ref will count the three. I'm not being too cocky, I hope, when I say, I'll be holding the World Title high above my head to the thousands and thousands of cheers coming from the sold-out crowd.
So, in just under twenty-four hours starts an entire three hour program, in which winners stay on top, losers go down the ladder, and two men fight, not just for a shiny belt.. but for power, and bragging rights in the Wrestling Championship Federation. The decisive ending of a process of a hostile disagreement face to face. Or for short, Ultimate Showdown.
- Torture steps inside of his new Hummer2. He starts it up and makes a u-turn. He exits the parking lot. The H2 is seen going off in the distance on a long, dark, dusty road. The sun just shines into the scene. The H2 isn't visible anymore, and with that the camera just turns to the sun. Staring into the sun. Like Thrice. Fade to black.
