Post by Torture on Aug 21, 2006 22:52:34 GMT -5
- Moving images. Everything is going to the left. Very fast. Suddenly, a car from the left moves past our view towards the right. The car is out of view now, and all of the background is now moving to the left again.
- We pan out just a bit. We now see Torture leaning his head up against the window. We pan out a bit more, and now notice Torture is in the backseat of his very own limosuine. Wearing a black Detroit Tigers Baseball cap on his head. His Brown eyes gaze to the outside society he's hardly seen in the past month or so. His Blue button up shirt lays down across his stomach area, while his khaki dress pants cover his legs, and his white RBK shoes lace up over his feet.
- His Wrestling Championship Federation World Heavyweight Championship title sits next to him on the seat. Torture goes from the window, to the Title belt. He gazes deeply into it before he's disruppted by the driver, Steve.
Steve: Thinking a lot sir?
Torture: Yeah. Logan sure does talk a lot of nonsense. And he's back to his old boring self. The same ol' same. He acts like his opponent, bladda bladda bladda. It's just dissapointing..
Steve: What is sir?
Torture: How he wins. He puts people to sleep with his boring speeches of nonsensical redundancy. For him to be ranked number one, isn't what gets me, it's what he says Steve.
Steve: Well sir. Do you think you're ranked number one?
Torture: No. A month ago, I was told I couldn't be ranked Number one without be beating two men first, if they were still employed by the company. The rules states that. It just so happened, that Logan was still contracted as a Wrestler, so Logan and Reckless Jack were the two wrestlers I needed to beat to become the Number One wrestler. I beat Reckless Jack, Steve.
Steve: Now, it's Logans turn.
Torture: Heh*. I wish it was that easy, Steve. Really do.
Steve: Sir, you've beaten a huge list of wrestlers.
Torture: That I have, and thats what gets me irked.
Steve: Irked?
Torture: He talks about beating all of the men, that i've put on shelves, yet tells me he was the one that put them on shelves? Bullshit! Steve! I put them on shelves, I know I did, and the fans know I did.
Steve: You're right, Sir.
Torture: I don't know the real reason of why he wants to deface Los Angeles, or why he talked about it. Logan is messed up in the head, and it's clearly another reason of why he should have never been pushed in this god damn company, in the first place.
Steve: Briggsmore, right?
Torture: Yes, the Briggsmore exit. Turn right onto Orangeburg. You know the rest.
- The limosuine pulls off onto an exit ramp. He turns right like he was told to do by the One and Only. The limo goes down Orangeburg Ave. They reach a point to where most wouldn't move forward, however, the limo is still going down the road. It's a projects of some sort. Not many people are seen. It's almost like.. this nieghborhood is.. dead.
Torture: This house right here Steve.
- The limo comes to a stop. Torture takes a deep breath. He lets it out as he puts his sunglasses on. Steve opens up his door to walk towards Tortures. Steve opens up the back door, and Torture steps out with the World Title on his shoulder. They walk towards the camera onto the sidewalk. They both look past the camera, something we can't see yet. But what is it?
Torture: Wait here, Steve. I won't be in there long. Shouldn't be, anyway.
Steve: Got it Sir. Take your time.
- Torture nods, and walks towards this place. We turn the camera around. We see it's a broken down home. Nobody lives there, it seems. Torture walks up onto the porch. Which is leaning to the left a little. The big window is filled with dusty curtains and blinds that look broken. Torture puts his hand on the front door, we can't see his face. All we see is his back. He opens the door.
- The scene fades out.
- We pan out just a bit. We now see Torture leaning his head up against the window. We pan out a bit more, and now notice Torture is in the backseat of his very own limosuine. Wearing a black Detroit Tigers Baseball cap on his head. His Brown eyes gaze to the outside society he's hardly seen in the past month or so. His Blue button up shirt lays down across his stomach area, while his khaki dress pants cover his legs, and his white RBK shoes lace up over his feet.
- His Wrestling Championship Federation World Heavyweight Championship title sits next to him on the seat. Torture goes from the window, to the Title belt. He gazes deeply into it before he's disruppted by the driver, Steve.
Steve: Thinking a lot sir?
Torture: Yeah. Logan sure does talk a lot of nonsense. And he's back to his old boring self. The same ol' same. He acts like his opponent, bladda bladda bladda. It's just dissapointing..
Steve: What is sir?
Torture: How he wins. He puts people to sleep with his boring speeches of nonsensical redundancy. For him to be ranked number one, isn't what gets me, it's what he says Steve.
Steve: Well sir. Do you think you're ranked number one?
Torture: No. A month ago, I was told I couldn't be ranked Number one without be beating two men first, if they were still employed by the company. The rules states that. It just so happened, that Logan was still contracted as a Wrestler, so Logan and Reckless Jack were the two wrestlers I needed to beat to become the Number One wrestler. I beat Reckless Jack, Steve.
Steve: Now, it's Logans turn.
Torture: Heh*. I wish it was that easy, Steve. Really do.
Steve: Sir, you've beaten a huge list of wrestlers.
Torture: That I have, and thats what gets me irked.
Steve: Irked?
Torture: He talks about beating all of the men, that i've put on shelves, yet tells me he was the one that put them on shelves? Bullshit! Steve! I put them on shelves, I know I did, and the fans know I did.
Steve: You're right, Sir.
Torture: I don't know the real reason of why he wants to deface Los Angeles, or why he talked about it. Logan is messed up in the head, and it's clearly another reason of why he should have never been pushed in this god damn company, in the first place.
Steve: Briggsmore, right?
Torture: Yes, the Briggsmore exit. Turn right onto Orangeburg. You know the rest.
- The limosuine pulls off onto an exit ramp. He turns right like he was told to do by the One and Only. The limo goes down Orangeburg Ave. They reach a point to where most wouldn't move forward, however, the limo is still going down the road. It's a projects of some sort. Not many people are seen. It's almost like.. this nieghborhood is.. dead.
Torture: This house right here Steve.
- The limo comes to a stop. Torture takes a deep breath. He lets it out as he puts his sunglasses on. Steve opens up his door to walk towards Tortures. Steve opens up the back door, and Torture steps out with the World Title on his shoulder. They walk towards the camera onto the sidewalk. They both look past the camera, something we can't see yet. But what is it?
Torture: Wait here, Steve. I won't be in there long. Shouldn't be, anyway.
Steve: Got it Sir. Take your time.
- Torture nods, and walks towards this place. We turn the camera around. We see it's a broken down home. Nobody lives there, it seems. Torture walks up onto the porch. Which is leaning to the left a little. The big window is filled with dusty curtains and blinds that look broken. Torture puts his hand on the front door, we can't see his face. All we see is his back. He opens the door.
- The scene fades out.
