Post by Torture on Aug 22, 2006 22:30:16 GMT -5
Torture: See you in the morning, Steve.
- The limosuine pulls off from the curb. Torture turns around with his World Title, and a pair of shoes in his hand. The night is falling, and the moon is rising up. Street lights are just beginning to flicker on. A flicker that is reminiscant of a horror movie. Torture walks up to his apartment door. Unlocks it. Opens it. Walks in. Closes the door behind him.
- We pick back up inside. Torture isn't himself. He's full of life and vibrance, but not tonight. Not today. This whole day, he's been like this. Torture sets the World Title on the couch. He sets the shoes on the coffee table. He goes to the kitchen sink and rinses his face. He pulls his cell phone out of his pocket and sets it on the counter. Torture sits down on the couch.
- A metaphorical hole is begginning to erupt into these shoes, as Torture just stares at them. No words. No movement. Hardly any blinking. A million memories running through his head, and now it appears that this pair of shoes were Tortures when he was a kid. Playing outside. Going on trips. Being what any child would do at his age.
Torture: These shoes mean a lot, and not just to me. Logan, as much as I liked the old days. As much as I would kill to go back to when I was a child, to move back into my old house, to do everything over again the same exact way. I wouldn't. As much as I would like to fit back into these shoes this second, I wouldn't.
You said you knew that I wanted to fit in your shoes, Logan. As far as that goes, you're as far off from base as you can get. Thats a complete lie. Logan, apparently you haven't been listening to a damn word i've said for the last three years. For your defense, you'd probably say no one has, and thats fine too, but if you're going to open your mouth, it would make you look smart if you decided to read up on certain things before you talked.
Point A: I don't want to fill your shoes, and as of right now, I don't think anyone does. You see Logan, it's that kind of pig-headedness that has got you in the situation you are now. You may be number one, but you're not the Champion, and two months ago, you were on the lower half of the card. For me to fill your shoes, I'd have to get fired, lose a couple big matches, piss off everyone backstage, be the most hated person in Wrestling History and sleep my way to the top. Take that metaphor any way you like it Logan, because you and I both know, you're not at the top of WCF based on your wrestling.
Point B: I don't like you, and I sure as hell don't look up to you. Maybe I was not as clear as I should have been when I said, I want nothing to do with you. The fact that this company stands up to defend a man of your unjust stature is beyond me, Logan. It's beyond me, and these fans.
When I look at these shoes Logan, I don't think about all of the good memories. I think about the times that you held me down in this federation. The times that you wanted me to put these shoes on, just so you can get what you want. All the pay cuts. The missing paychecks. The cancellations of house shows. Logan, it all makes sense, but the fact that you hide it from the public just makes it that much better.. for me. What these shoes tell me Logan, is that I'm not afraid to go back to where I was, but instead, driven enough to move forward into a situation where I want to be in. Holding this Heavyweight Championship.
- Torture points to it.
Torture: You make some very bad points, Logan. You talk about me not mentioning wrestlers that have nothing to do with WCF. You must have been living in a cave, Logan, because Death was in this company. A contracted Wrestler. I beat him. You have not. Gonz0.. was in the main event on Slam on July 16th, one month ago. He faced me in a one on one match. I beat him in the middle of a WCF ring. You must not have seen it. I have it on tape, Logan. I'll let you borrow it, if you'd like.
You also call yourself Mr. WCF. Logan, thats not true either. Where were you when Trent Hunter, and Dake Ken ruled Wrestling Championship Federation? Huh? I don't hear you. Oh wait. Yes I do. 'Shut up!' and 'Boudle!'. Yeah. Same old routine. Same old Logan.
The truth is right here in front of you. I'm Mr. WCF. I'm the best this federation has ever seen. Just because you lost the title four more times than I have, doesn't make you better Logan. Come on. Get with the real world.
Anything you can do, I can do better. It's a song you should start getting used to. I've been playing it all week. Name anyone Logan. Anyone worth mentioning, and I beat them in their primes. They faded out as I faded in. Thats the truth. Thats the real god damn truth. What these shoes say to me is what i've risen up from. A test of life. You know me and tests, Logan. I always pass.
- The One and Only stands up and walks over to the kitchen counter.
Torture: You can mock the very state of my first house, my city, my state or my home. My heart and soul. My dedication. You can mock it all, and it's not going to matter, Loogie. What matters is, is you don't have what it takes to beat me. You don't have what it takes to go back in your history to face everything you've ever dealt with. And the fact that you know, in your mind, that I have no fear of you. Scares you. Thats the truth. So make your fallible inaccuracies all you want, but the truth stands right here. Whether you want to tell it in front of the public or not, is entirely up to you. Just know this, Logan. You can't beat me. Not now. Not ever.
- He picks up his cell phone, scrolls down in his contacts and clicks on one that says "Helen". He puts his cell phone to his ear and just stares at the shoes on his coffee table. A voice is heard on the other end.
Torture: Hey, it's Tort. Lets talk about that lot on 27th Street.
- The limosuine pulls off from the curb. Torture turns around with his World Title, and a pair of shoes in his hand. The night is falling, and the moon is rising up. Street lights are just beginning to flicker on. A flicker that is reminiscant of a horror movie. Torture walks up to his apartment door. Unlocks it. Opens it. Walks in. Closes the door behind him.
- We pick back up inside. Torture isn't himself. He's full of life and vibrance, but not tonight. Not today. This whole day, he's been like this. Torture sets the World Title on the couch. He sets the shoes on the coffee table. He goes to the kitchen sink and rinses his face. He pulls his cell phone out of his pocket and sets it on the counter. Torture sits down on the couch.
- A metaphorical hole is begginning to erupt into these shoes, as Torture just stares at them. No words. No movement. Hardly any blinking. A million memories running through his head, and now it appears that this pair of shoes were Tortures when he was a kid. Playing outside. Going on trips. Being what any child would do at his age.
Torture: These shoes mean a lot, and not just to me. Logan, as much as I liked the old days. As much as I would kill to go back to when I was a child, to move back into my old house, to do everything over again the same exact way. I wouldn't. As much as I would like to fit back into these shoes this second, I wouldn't.
You said you knew that I wanted to fit in your shoes, Logan. As far as that goes, you're as far off from base as you can get. Thats a complete lie. Logan, apparently you haven't been listening to a damn word i've said for the last three years. For your defense, you'd probably say no one has, and thats fine too, but if you're going to open your mouth, it would make you look smart if you decided to read up on certain things before you talked.
Point A: I don't want to fill your shoes, and as of right now, I don't think anyone does. You see Logan, it's that kind of pig-headedness that has got you in the situation you are now. You may be number one, but you're not the Champion, and two months ago, you were on the lower half of the card. For me to fill your shoes, I'd have to get fired, lose a couple big matches, piss off everyone backstage, be the most hated person in Wrestling History and sleep my way to the top. Take that metaphor any way you like it Logan, because you and I both know, you're not at the top of WCF based on your wrestling.
Point B: I don't like you, and I sure as hell don't look up to you. Maybe I was not as clear as I should have been when I said, I want nothing to do with you. The fact that this company stands up to defend a man of your unjust stature is beyond me, Logan. It's beyond me, and these fans.
When I look at these shoes Logan, I don't think about all of the good memories. I think about the times that you held me down in this federation. The times that you wanted me to put these shoes on, just so you can get what you want. All the pay cuts. The missing paychecks. The cancellations of house shows. Logan, it all makes sense, but the fact that you hide it from the public just makes it that much better.. for me. What these shoes tell me Logan, is that I'm not afraid to go back to where I was, but instead, driven enough to move forward into a situation where I want to be in. Holding this Heavyweight Championship.
- Torture points to it.
Torture: You make some very bad points, Logan. You talk about me not mentioning wrestlers that have nothing to do with WCF. You must have been living in a cave, Logan, because Death was in this company. A contracted Wrestler. I beat him. You have not. Gonz0.. was in the main event on Slam on July 16th, one month ago. He faced me in a one on one match. I beat him in the middle of a WCF ring. You must not have seen it. I have it on tape, Logan. I'll let you borrow it, if you'd like.
You also call yourself Mr. WCF. Logan, thats not true either. Where were you when Trent Hunter, and Dake Ken ruled Wrestling Championship Federation? Huh? I don't hear you. Oh wait. Yes I do. 'Shut up!' and 'Boudle!'. Yeah. Same old routine. Same old Logan.
The truth is right here in front of you. I'm Mr. WCF. I'm the best this federation has ever seen. Just because you lost the title four more times than I have, doesn't make you better Logan. Come on. Get with the real world.
Anything you can do, I can do better. It's a song you should start getting used to. I've been playing it all week. Name anyone Logan. Anyone worth mentioning, and I beat them in their primes. They faded out as I faded in. Thats the truth. Thats the real god damn truth. What these shoes say to me is what i've risen up from. A test of life. You know me and tests, Logan. I always pass.
- The One and Only stands up and walks over to the kitchen counter.
Torture: You can mock the very state of my first house, my city, my state or my home. My heart and soul. My dedication. You can mock it all, and it's not going to matter, Loogie. What matters is, is you don't have what it takes to beat me. You don't have what it takes to go back in your history to face everything you've ever dealt with. And the fact that you know, in your mind, that I have no fear of you. Scares you. Thats the truth. So make your fallible inaccuracies all you want, but the truth stands right here. Whether you want to tell it in front of the public or not, is entirely up to you. Just know this, Logan. You can't beat me. Not now. Not ever.
- He picks up his cell phone, scrolls down in his contacts and clicks on one that says "Helen". He puts his cell phone to his ear and just stares at the shoes on his coffee table. A voice is heard on the other end.
Torture: Hey, it's Tort. Lets talk about that lot on 27th Street.
