Post by Torture on May 9, 2006 15:39:29 GMT -5
- Torture is doing situps in his living room floor. The Camera Man motions to him. Torture speaks.
Torture: Excuse me JoJo, I didn't hear you over your Fall Out Boy, Dance Dance theme song. The segment was too messy, too confusing. But heres some parts I did here.
- Torture stops doing situps. He starts to do push-ups.
Torture: A fag? Excuse me, but you just called me something, I'm totally not. I was married had a step son, loved them dearly. But don't speak about shit you know nothing about. You know nothing. You weren't there. You didn't see what really happened. Don't even mention me when you speak next time. You're so illogical it doesn't even make sense. Speaking of something you're totally not. An Athlete. You're not an Athlete.
- Torture stands to his feet. No shirt on. Just black jeans and white tennis shoes. His silver necklace that Benjamin gave him still around his neck. The tats that say "Torture" across the back and Ben and Nat on his right arm. With a Huge T on his left shoulder. Torture talks once again.
Torture: How about this little "Fag" phad of smoking and drinking. Lets get drunk you say, and shitfaced and whooohooo! How about crap. That is the most unintelligent phad in the history of phads. Seriously. You work for a wrestling federation and you smoke, and drink like all the other newb fades. How lame.
- Torture puts on his sunglasses.
Torture: Oh and yes you're a newb here in the WCF. Just a small fish in a huge pond. Hardcore Champion? Big deal. You've never beat me. Therefore, I'm still the Hardcore Champion. Longest reigning, most defenses, puhl33ze, you're a nothing. A loser. A small wipe on the society kleen-ex. I've got work to do.
- Torture turns around as the scene fades out.
Torture: Excuse me JoJo, I didn't hear you over your Fall Out Boy, Dance Dance theme song. The segment was too messy, too confusing. But heres some parts I did here.
- Torture stops doing situps. He starts to do push-ups.
Torture: A fag? Excuse me, but you just called me something, I'm totally not. I was married had a step son, loved them dearly. But don't speak about shit you know nothing about. You know nothing. You weren't there. You didn't see what really happened. Don't even mention me when you speak next time. You're so illogical it doesn't even make sense. Speaking of something you're totally not. An Athlete. You're not an Athlete.
- Torture stands to his feet. No shirt on. Just black jeans and white tennis shoes. His silver necklace that Benjamin gave him still around his neck. The tats that say "Torture" across the back and Ben and Nat on his right arm. With a Huge T on his left shoulder. Torture talks once again.
Torture: How about this little "Fag" phad of smoking and drinking. Lets get drunk you say, and shitfaced and whooohooo! How about crap. That is the most unintelligent phad in the history of phads. Seriously. You work for a wrestling federation and you smoke, and drink like all the other newb fades. How lame.
- Torture puts on his sunglasses.
Torture: Oh and yes you're a newb here in the WCF. Just a small fish in a huge pond. Hardcore Champion? Big deal. You've never beat me. Therefore, I'm still the Hardcore Champion. Longest reigning, most defenses, puhl33ze, you're a nothing. A loser. A small wipe on the society kleen-ex. I've got work to do.
- Torture turns around as the scene fades out.
