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Post by Torture on Jul 8, 2011 21:19:27 GMT -5
- In an office some where sits Torture in a full black suit. He sighs and sits back. This situation is intense.
Torture: What's this mean for my future?
- He looks directly into the eyes of the owner of the desk he's sitting at. Smoke from a cigar enters the frame of the right side. That's when a familiar fat kid leans forward into frame. This fat kid is sitting next to Torture.
Mark Markman: His future? What's this mean for mi-
Voice: Now, now, let's not all panic.
- The voice is of an old, English manor. This voice has never been heard. This voice isn't an old character making a return or a climatic comeback, this is all new. Markman wipes his brow and sits back. The deep, dark, and English voice speaks once more.
Voice: What matters is that in this room right now.. is the only thing keeping Wrestling Championship Federation alive. In a game of checkers we must protect the Queen. The Queen right now is the entire company of WCF. Right now, we are the protectors. We are watching every move WCF makes at the helm of insiders like Creeping Death..
Torture: Creeps is a good friend of min-
Voice: That matters not. WCF needs NOT to be protected from him.. but from others.
Mark Markman: Others? What does THAT mean?
Voice: WCF needs protection very soon.. WCF needs protection.. from Seth Lerch.
- The air exits the chest of Torture and Markmans face tells a thousand stories. Smoke enters the frame again as the voice puffs once more on his Cuban Cigar. The scene fades out.
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