Post by Torture on Jul 26, 2006 14:29:28 GMT -5
- Specter would probably be another good name for this, but Air Castle just seems so right doesn't it? With the New Dynasty now running the show, it just makes sense for Torture to have a Castle. In the air.
- With the successful clothling line of CoolWear Inc., and all of the Champion Tour Dates, Torture has had to have made on time, and to please tons of people who want to be apart of the Wrestling Federation such as video games companies, home movie companies and the like. Torture's been busy, but he's been loving it.
- Sitting on top of a bench table in some park, his feet firmly planted on the bench seat as trees wave around him in the L.A. wind, while the sun shines down on the kids playing in the background. His sunglasses on, his short hair spiked and combed forward, the new messy look. His G-Unit shorts hang down to his knees, his black Nike Tennis shoes around his feet. White and blue polo shirt on top of an under wifebeater shirt, with his necklace hanging down.
Torture: Since I was fifteen years old, i've been living nothing but a dream. Since day one I was told I was going to be an entertainer. Thats why I was put here. Now? I'm a World Champion. Yeah, I went through some hard shit. Real hard shit, yet here I am still standing looking at another challenge in my life. This time, the challenge isn't so bad. It's just you Reckless Jack. Just the wrestler that comes and goes, changes his name, makes insane challenges, tries too hard to be cool, I can go on and on. The truth is, Jack, you're not the biggest challenge in my life nor my wrestling career. You're just a number. Lucky number 67.
- Torture looks around and just smiles.
Torture: See Jack. No matter what you say nor do, you can never get me out of my Air Castle. My time in the sky. My place in the sun. This is it, Jack. You're not in my head. Are you really that selfish? Either way, Jacko, Torture is a winner, and you my challenger, are just a two digit number that no one will remember.
- Torture stands up from the bench. Dusts himself off and throws on a baseball hat.
Torture: For future reference, Jacko, I don't listen to much of what you say so you can keep my family out of your mouth. No reason to speak about more stuff you don't understand or know about. Like everything else you say, it all makes no sense. I gotta get going now. Got things to do, and people to see.
- Torture steps into the backseat of a black stretch limosuine. The driver closes the door. The scene fades out.
- With the successful clothling line of CoolWear Inc., and all of the Champion Tour Dates, Torture has had to have made on time, and to please tons of people who want to be apart of the Wrestling Federation such as video games companies, home movie companies and the like. Torture's been busy, but he's been loving it.
- Sitting on top of a bench table in some park, his feet firmly planted on the bench seat as trees wave around him in the L.A. wind, while the sun shines down on the kids playing in the background. His sunglasses on, his short hair spiked and combed forward, the new messy look. His G-Unit shorts hang down to his knees, his black Nike Tennis shoes around his feet. White and blue polo shirt on top of an under wifebeater shirt, with his necklace hanging down.
Torture: Since I was fifteen years old, i've been living nothing but a dream. Since day one I was told I was going to be an entertainer. Thats why I was put here. Now? I'm a World Champion. Yeah, I went through some hard shit. Real hard shit, yet here I am still standing looking at another challenge in my life. This time, the challenge isn't so bad. It's just you Reckless Jack. Just the wrestler that comes and goes, changes his name, makes insane challenges, tries too hard to be cool, I can go on and on. The truth is, Jack, you're not the biggest challenge in my life nor my wrestling career. You're just a number. Lucky number 67.
- Torture looks around and just smiles.
Torture: See Jack. No matter what you say nor do, you can never get me out of my Air Castle. My time in the sky. My place in the sun. This is it, Jack. You're not in my head. Are you really that selfish? Either way, Jacko, Torture is a winner, and you my challenger, are just a two digit number that no one will remember.
- Torture stands up from the bench. Dusts himself off and throws on a baseball hat.
Torture: For future reference, Jacko, I don't listen to much of what you say so you can keep my family out of your mouth. No reason to speak about more stuff you don't understand or know about. Like everything else you say, it all makes no sense. I gotta get going now. Got things to do, and people to see.
- Torture steps into the backseat of a black stretch limosuine. The driver closes the door. The scene fades out.
