(4/13/07) XIII Oct 16, 2019 12:23:37 GMT -5
Post by Action Reel on Oct 16, 2019 12:23:37 GMT -5
"Let It All Bleed Out" by Rob Zombie plays over the loudspeaker, as we open up to the WCF Arena once again all decked out in black. The ring mat and ropes are black, turnbuckles and posts are red, and the mats on the floor are black. The noticable difference from the last XIII ... two rings, set up side by side War Games style. The camera sweeps over the crowd, getting a good shot at the signs in the arena. Signs such as "Chino = Big Black Bubba's Love Slave", "Nobody Cares. Whatever.", "Ellis is Emo Kid Queen", "I WANT ACIDY SPIT TOO!", "One Night in ... Sasha", "Zane is inZANE!", "JoB > Cena", "I'd rather be SAFE than RECKLESS", "TXOTVOWTFBBQ", "QQ Smalls", and "PLEASE NO EUTHANASIA". We come to the announce table where Nate Nytro and Jodia sit.
Nate Nytro: Hello everyone and welcome to XIII!
Jodia: Creeping Death's wish a while ago was not only for one show on Friday the Thirteenth ... but a contract for every single Friday the Thirteenth thereafter!
Nate Nytro: Thus, CD has made tonight quite possibly even bigger than the last. The Modern Cutting Edge Division will have a Champion tonight, as Dehart, Nemesis, and Creeping Death himself will fight eachother in singles matches. Beat both opponents, and you win the MCE Title.
Jodia: Also, Jack of Blades will go one on one with Merc of Team NCW. What is the story behind this match?
Nate Nytro: I'm not sure, JoB and CD have had their issues, and CD was a part of NCW as a company, but not as a team, so he could feel resentment towards them?
Jodia: Either way, these two will face off. Also in action are a returning Reckless Jack and a departing JJ Biggs.
Nate Nytro: JJ is ending his WCF career against Reckless Jack, a fitting opponent, and they're fighting under the same conditions as their first meeting ... Submissions Count Anywhere.
Jodia: Yes, it's a sad day here in WCF, with JJ... what is this?
The Arena goes black. Pitch black. The fans roar, though, they don't know much about what is actually going to dropkick them in their nuts in about two minutes.
Jamais Vu by Dredg hits the speakers. Some fans cheer, some fans question the song. Most fans know they've never heard it before. All this much, the song plays for about thirty seconds. Around the fifty second mark huge pyros go off near the stage. Shooting every which way in every color ranging from Blue to neon green. Gold fireworks spray up from the bottom of the stage. You can't see anything near the curtain. The crowd roars back up again. A shadow steps forward just behind the fireworks. For nearly half a minute this shadow stands there.
Jodia: Well who the hell is it?
Nate Nytro: I think it might be someone new!
The fireworks completely shut off. The shadow stands there and does not even move. The smoke is clearing slowly... Jet Black And1 Basketball shoes. Dark blue baggy jeans. Sky Blue long sleeve polo shirt.
Nate Nytro: Wait a god damn minute! I KNOW WHO THAT IS!
The crowd starts to roar as they now know who it is..
Dawning a shaved head, and that damn cocky smile, Torture stands with his hands in his back pockets staring out into the thousands upon thousands screaming fans.
Jodia: WHAT THE HELL? TORTURE IS STANDING RIGHT IN FRONT OF US!
Nate Nytro: This isn't on our script! I hate to say that, but we never talked about this, and I sure as shit didn't know he was in the building!
Jodia: I KNEW THIS NIGHT WAS GOING TO BE INCREDIBLE BUT HOW BRILLIANT IS THIS?!
Torture begins to walk down the ramp with the music still playing, and the crowd still roaring. Some hardcore fans are crying in joy, while other internet smarks know that most wrestlers backstage are saying they don't give a shit, or saying they knew he'd make an appearance, however, they don't know jack shit.
Nate Nytro: What a opening. Look at that new hair style! No Hair! What is he doing here though?
Jodia: I DON'T EVEN CARE! OH MY GOD THIS IS EXCITING!
He walks up the stairs, and enters the squared-circle. Torture is handed a microphone. He looks out at the entire crowd who then cheer once again. Torture puts the microphone to his mouth, and before The One and Only can spit anything out, a "YOU'RE THE CHAMP! YOU'RE THE CHAMP!" chant begins. Torture smiles and nods in agreement. Torture quiets the crowd down once again, and gives them some knowledge.
Torture: Oh, how lucky I am to be standing in front of you once again.
The crowd roars in approval.
Torture: Don't think for one second, I came to Thirteen without something to shoot. I've been sitting at home, in my brand new house, watching on my brand new TV, that this Wrestling Championship Federation has turned to pure garbage. The company that was on top of the wrestling word, is now running with one leg, and no face. Who is steering this boat? Seriously, when are any of these boring characters going to jump out on a limb, and say something they really mean. Boring! Even the top characters in this place are boring. What happened? If this is the future of Wrestling Championship Federation, then this company is doomed. Doomed straight to hell.
You think for one second because Torture is off TV, for some strange reason that Torture is done with WCF? Hell no. 99% of you don't even know the real reason why Torture was "fired" in the first place. The real reason is because Seth and the rest of those punks backstage don't know real. If reality jumped out of the lake and punched them straight in the face, they still wouldn't know what hit em'. Seth wants, what HE wants, not what the rest of the company wants. Again, why would this be fun for wrestlers, when it all comes down to being fun just for Seth. After all that pure-shit, I left. I gave back the tainted WCF Title, and told them to stuff it in their ass.
I'm not going to take it any longer. I've never been Seth's bitch, and I sure as shit, am not starting now. I'm going to stand up for what is right and am no longer knocking on Seths door. I will break that door down, and I will keep breaking doors down, until my points get across. You want real, WCF? You're getting real. Real Torture means real ratings. Enough of this boring garbage on television.
There is a reason why I was undefeated in this ring, and there is a reasony why I was called the Veteran-Killer. I beat every Veteran, every Legend, every newbie, everybody the punks backstage threw on my plate, I ate them up. Except for one...
Torture: You.... Seth Lerch. You're the only one left on my list that I haven't finished business with... and lets say...the time is nearing Seth, the time is right around the corner. It's the ultimate showdown... Seth Lerch vs Torture. Don't try and stop me Seth, you won't even get close to shutting me down and with that said, I'm out.
THUD. The microphone hits the ring, and the crowd cheers. Torture jumps to the outside to notice five security guards walking down the ramp. Torture shakes his head and smiles. They grab Torture and escort him up the ramp. The One and Only walks through the curtain quietly and then exits the arena.
Jodia: Torture is going to stick around?