Post by Torture on Aug 16, 2006 1:08:49 GMT -5
- Tuesday Evening. 5:39 PM.
- The black, long, limo pulls up curbside to a J.C. Penny downtown in Oley, PA. Torture is actually in PA doing a WCF Speech Tour. Torture, still dressed from the Library earlier in the afternoon, opens the front door at J.C. Penny, and begins to walk around by himself.
- He's walking around the men wear section when he notices a kid whose stocking shelves with headphones over his ear. Torture walks around a few more shirt racks and a pant rack, before tapping the shoulder of this kid.
Kid: Yeah man? What up?
- The kid takes one headphone of his ear. The other still playing. A small annoyance to Torture, however, he doesn't really even care.
Torture: Yeah, I was wondering where I'd get a shirt, or outfit for that matter, if I wanted to wear all black, and have sadistic laughing fits?
Kid: ...
- This kid just stares at Torture, like.. what the? Torture reaches into his head to try as hard as he possibly can to explain to this no more than 19 year old kid who looks as if he just gotten hired yesterday. Torture notices the name tag. "Steve Kerch".
Torture: I need some inspiration to think about while I talk about a guy who laughs like horror movies. Doesn't exactly know what he's truly talking about. Tries too hard, and wears mostly black outfits with a "Can't understand me" accent.
Steve: ...
Torture: Just point me to something kids wear now-a-days.
Steve: Right over here.
Torture: Thanks!
- Steve leads Torture over to the farthest part of the store. While on the way there, Torture asks Steve a good question.
Torture: Whose in the headphones?
Steve: Thunderdolts.
Torture: I have that album.
Steve: It's pretty much the best ever. I mean.. like.. ever.
- Torture nods and smiles while they reach their destination. Then, right then and there, like then, but no and then, but then.. This very second, Torture chuckles to himself.
Steve: This is what most of the youth wears. Most men between the ages of 17 to about 49.
Torture: These three isles huh?
Steve: Yup. Alright man. I got to keep stocking. Later.
- Torture just waves his hand, as he keeps on laughing to himself.
- The camera pans back. The three isles are filled with every variation of CoolWear Inc. wear. Lights shine on specials like 2 for 20 bucks. Or half off sales. Torture just laughs. He walks down the isle while another camera picks him up as he walks down the isle slowly.
Torture: I don't know about you, Jack of Blades, But I do know what i'm talking about. I've been here for three years. You've been here for like.. three months. Maybe longer. Whatever. It doesn't matter. What matters is, after this Sunday, you will realize what it takes to beat me and my team mates. Because you will fail. And at first you fail, try, try, try again. However, You can try, but you'll never have what it takes to beat The New Dynasty. You're just a wet behind the ears rookie wrestler, looking for any way to get to the top, without actually putting in the effort. Jack of Blades, or Jigsaw, or Jason, or whatever Horror Movie you try to emulate from week in to week out. Just know this. You know nothing about me. Nothing about my family. You know nothing about this Federation. Hell, Jack, you probably know nothing about the reasons behind the New Dynasty.
This Sunday, Jack, you'll notice a team defeat. It'll taste bad, and you won't like it, but atleast you'll notice the position you're going to get used to. It's kind of like having your ego crashed, and believe me, you really need it. As for everything else you said, I'm probably going to need a person with the IQ of Mayonaise to understand what you are actually talking about. With that being said, It's time to go back to Los Angeles. Oley is getting pretty dull to me.
- Torture gives the peace sign to Steve as he heads out of the store. He walks to the limo and opens the back door. Upon getting in and closing the door, the camera picks up from inside the limo. The driver slides down the window between him and Torture.
Torture: Let's get to the Airport. We can fly to LA tonight. Hopefully.
- Driver nods. Window goes back up and the car speeds off in the scene. We slowly fade out.
- The black, long, limo pulls up curbside to a J.C. Penny downtown in Oley, PA. Torture is actually in PA doing a WCF Speech Tour. Torture, still dressed from the Library earlier in the afternoon, opens the front door at J.C. Penny, and begins to walk around by himself.
- He's walking around the men wear section when he notices a kid whose stocking shelves with headphones over his ear. Torture walks around a few more shirt racks and a pant rack, before tapping the shoulder of this kid.
Kid: Yeah man? What up?
- The kid takes one headphone of his ear. The other still playing. A small annoyance to Torture, however, he doesn't really even care.
Torture: Yeah, I was wondering where I'd get a shirt, or outfit for that matter, if I wanted to wear all black, and have sadistic laughing fits?
Kid: ...
- This kid just stares at Torture, like.. what the? Torture reaches into his head to try as hard as he possibly can to explain to this no more than 19 year old kid who looks as if he just gotten hired yesterday. Torture notices the name tag. "Steve Kerch".
Torture: I need some inspiration to think about while I talk about a guy who laughs like horror movies. Doesn't exactly know what he's truly talking about. Tries too hard, and wears mostly black outfits with a "Can't understand me" accent.
Steve: ...
Torture: Just point me to something kids wear now-a-days.
Steve: Right over here.
Torture: Thanks!
- Steve leads Torture over to the farthest part of the store. While on the way there, Torture asks Steve a good question.
Torture: Whose in the headphones?
Steve: Thunderdolts.
Torture: I have that album.
Steve: It's pretty much the best ever. I mean.. like.. ever.
- Torture nods and smiles while they reach their destination. Then, right then and there, like then, but no and then, but then.. This very second, Torture chuckles to himself.
Steve: This is what most of the youth wears. Most men between the ages of 17 to about 49.
Torture: These three isles huh?
Steve: Yup. Alright man. I got to keep stocking. Later.
- Torture just waves his hand, as he keeps on laughing to himself.
- The camera pans back. The three isles are filled with every variation of CoolWear Inc. wear. Lights shine on specials like 2 for 20 bucks. Or half off sales. Torture just laughs. He walks down the isle while another camera picks him up as he walks down the isle slowly.
Torture: I don't know about you, Jack of Blades, But I do know what i'm talking about. I've been here for three years. You've been here for like.. three months. Maybe longer. Whatever. It doesn't matter. What matters is, after this Sunday, you will realize what it takes to beat me and my team mates. Because you will fail. And at first you fail, try, try, try again. However, You can try, but you'll never have what it takes to beat The New Dynasty. You're just a wet behind the ears rookie wrestler, looking for any way to get to the top, without actually putting in the effort. Jack of Blades, or Jigsaw, or Jason, or whatever Horror Movie you try to emulate from week in to week out. Just know this. You know nothing about me. Nothing about my family. You know nothing about this Federation. Hell, Jack, you probably know nothing about the reasons behind the New Dynasty.
This Sunday, Jack, you'll notice a team defeat. It'll taste bad, and you won't like it, but atleast you'll notice the position you're going to get used to. It's kind of like having your ego crashed, and believe me, you really need it. As for everything else you said, I'm probably going to need a person with the IQ of Mayonaise to understand what you are actually talking about. With that being said, It's time to go back to Los Angeles. Oley is getting pretty dull to me.
- Torture gives the peace sign to Steve as he heads out of the store. He walks to the limo and opens the back door. Upon getting in and closing the door, the camera picks up from inside the limo. The driver slides down the window between him and Torture.
Torture: Let's get to the Airport. We can fly to LA tonight. Hopefully.
- Driver nods. Window goes back up and the car speeds off in the scene. We slowly fade out.
