Post by Torture on Jan 17, 2006 0:54:14 GMT -5
Monday. Martin Luther King Day.
3:42 PM.
- Torture's Wrestling Office. It sets the tone. Torture sitting at his desk, head down, hands on his forehead, elbows on the desk. Kurtis Victory sitting across from the desk, in a nice comfy leather chair. Kurtis kind of lounging in the chair, with his nice slack pants, and black button up dress shirt.
KV: When are you going to tell them? Tort, they need to know. It's not even that bad, really. You're not in the ring. You're not going to get physical with anyone..
Tort: But there is a risk, Kurtis.. that's what they are going to be afraid of..
KV: ... I know.. I know.. this is so hard..
Tort: You're telling me..
- Torture stands up from his desk. He grabs a Bengals hat from his desk, and puts it backwards on his head. He walks over to the door, to leave his office.
Tort: She's picking him up from a friends house. They should be here within an hour. I'll tell them when they get here. Untill then, You have to train for that War match. Believe me, those are tough. It's mostly physical, but you have to be mentally ready-to-go, as well.
KV: I'm ready Torture. I'm ready to be the next WCF World Champion. I'm going to be the next greatest superstar in the WCF, Tort. It's my time. I can feel it.
Tort: Good.
- Torture checks his watch. Then looks back at Kurtis.
Tort: Let's hope we can make it through tonight, first.
- We fade out as Torture leaves the office room towards the kitchen, in an unlikely Torture mood. KV just sits in the office.
3:42 PM.
- Torture's Wrestling Office. It sets the tone. Torture sitting at his desk, head down, hands on his forehead, elbows on the desk. Kurtis Victory sitting across from the desk, in a nice comfy leather chair. Kurtis kind of lounging in the chair, with his nice slack pants, and black button up dress shirt.
KV: When are you going to tell them? Tort, they need to know. It's not even that bad, really. You're not in the ring. You're not going to get physical with anyone..
Tort: But there is a risk, Kurtis.. that's what they are going to be afraid of..
KV: ... I know.. I know.. this is so hard..
Tort: You're telling me..
- Torture stands up from his desk. He grabs a Bengals hat from his desk, and puts it backwards on his head. He walks over to the door, to leave his office.
Tort: She's picking him up from a friends house. They should be here within an hour. I'll tell them when they get here. Untill then, You have to train for that War match. Believe me, those are tough. It's mostly physical, but you have to be mentally ready-to-go, as well.
KV: I'm ready Torture. I'm ready to be the next WCF World Champion. I'm going to be the next greatest superstar in the WCF, Tort. It's my time. I can feel it.
Tort: Good.
- Torture checks his watch. Then looks back at Kurtis.
Tort: Let's hope we can make it through tonight, first.
- We fade out as Torture leaves the office room towards the kitchen, in an unlikely Torture mood. KV just sits in the office.
