Post by Corey Black on Nov 23, 2011 21:20:08 GMT -5
The scene opens with Corey Black and former owner of GWC Nikki Venus traveling in a car. Corey Black just had a show in New York City for IWF, and is now driving to the UWA Supershow. A few big things have happened in Corey Black's life since he was featured on WCF TV. The main one is that he is no longer using the Creeping Death name or look, his reason being he isn't out to hurt people, only to better himself as a man and wrestler. Because of that, the "CD" side of him has, seemingly, started lashing back. Some pretty fucked up events have gone down, including furniture being thrown around, Nikki being physically harmed, and the activity has send the doctor assisting the two over the edge, and he just blew his own head off in his office, right in front of Nikki. Corey and Nikki, driving into the night, do not speak to each other. In fact, they're not even acknowledging the existence of the other. They aren't exactly dating, either. Nikki lives between Reading and New York City, the only two places Corey really needs to go. Makes no sense for him to go back to Minnesota every week, so he stays with Nikki between bookings.
A fast forward time elapse takes place. Corey driving, Nikki riding. Nikki hardly moves, as does Corey, and he only moves to gas up. A couple hours of the fast forward, and it slows to normal speed. Corey looks to his right, right at Nikki, and just turns his head back to the road. That scene fades. It picks back up, showing Corey getting out of the car, grabbing a backpack, and walking up to a hotel. Nikki stays in the car, though. Corey walks in and shows his credit card, not speaking, and the clerk gives him a key. The key is snatched out of the clerk's hand, and Corey slowly walks to his room. He unlocks the door, walks in, and the cameraman follows. Black tosses his backpack on the bed and sits in the chair next to a round table, looking to his left to the camera itself. He just shakes his head, when his phone rings. It's a few beeps, signifying a text message. The camera sweeps behind him and looks at the phone.
Corey whips the phone at the wall. It connects and shatters into a zillion pieces. He stands up, very sternly, and marches into the bathroom. He turns the sink on, rubbing his hands in the water and running his fingers through his hair. He keeps his head down as he begins speaking.
Corey Black
For the first time in my decade-long history with WCF, I am representing the company in a 'supershow.' Who better than the only guy that hasn't once stepped away from WCF, in one way or another, for the last ten years? Arguments could be made for people like Johnny Reb, or even possibly Logan, but let's face it - those two men aren't up to the task. I was chosen for a reason, and that reason is because in big matches, I get it done. Seth, Jay, and I ... we're a fucking force. It's amazing to think that this, a 'supershow' main event, could be booked on Sunday Slam with some random anybody interchanging JT Underwood, whoever the hell that is. Frankly, who cares? Everyone watching knows JT is just there to fill out the team so Odin and Ryan can get their hands on Seth. I put my detective skills to work, and JT Underwood is nowhere to be seen. Speaking of, where the hell is the rest of the UWA roster? For a host federation, this place is pretty baron. I thought it was getting pretty bad over at WCF, but Jesus Christ. I digress, JT Underwood is a non-factor in this match, and he will be treated as such. I can't even be bothered to ask anyone about him, that is how much I could give a shit about this guy. I'll go out on a limb and predict he eats a Burning Hammer. That's always a crowd favorite.
Ryan Blake, though, he's a factor. This guy runs UWA, put this whole thing together, and put himself in the main event, tagging with Odin Balfore. What does that tell you about Ryan? Tells me he's power-hungry, and he only cares about winning and getting himself over. He and Odin run around WCF together playing grab-ass, and pretending to be a viable team, while all the same, stroking each other's egos. This is a guy that is mid-card in WCF at best, but when booking himself, he's skyrocketed to the main event. Surprised? I'm not either. Let's hammer one thing out, I'm not here to hurt anyone. Not JT, not Odin, and not even you, Ryan. I could care less if you walk out of the match or not, but you can be damned sure I'm going to show my WCF colors and walk away a winner. Now, before you go off and run your mouth about how I'm not loyal to WCF right now, let me clarify... WCF is below me. Yeah, I said it, I am too good to be competing for WCF in it's current state. Now, if Ryan Blake is nothing more than a mid-carder, and I am too good to be competing.. do the math. The only reason I agreed to this match is because I will do anything I can to help WCF along. Wrestling there on a regular basis would not help in the least. I've done, literally, everything there is to do. At this point, I'm only around because my name continues to come up, and the fans can't get enough. It's guys like Seth Lerch and Odin Balfore that are keeping me harnessed. And I'm fine by it. But it's also their fault as to why I am not there full time. There is no competition to be had. Take a look at where I am now, IWF... that, my friends, is competition. Take anyone on this card and match them up with anyone at IWF, and you will see a slaughter. Right now, at this point in my career, I'm not out for titles. All I want to do is get out into that ring and compete with the best. WCF cannot provide that to me. Ryan, you're part of that. You aren't in my league, and the only way you get into the ring with me is booking yourself into the match. Fine. You want to compete with guys in the upper echelon, so be it. Maybe when you get your head handed to your body on a silver platter, you'll understand your position, both here and in WCF. Thanksgiving is going to be a day of enlightening for you, Ryan. You'll be thankful you still have arms and legs, but you'll scorn because your place will be shown to you.
That isn't to say, though, that I hate WCF. It's my home, always has been, always will be. I broke my back keeping the place open when Seth bailed. That was the rise of Odin Balfore. It wasn't that I couldn't keep him in check, but because he was - and is - the best wrestler WCF has to offer. This tag match is a strange anomaly. You've got two of the best WCF has ever seen, along with WCF's creator and owner, going against the best WCF has to offer right now, World Champion Odin Balfore, and the creator of this entire show Ryan Blake. Something has got to give, and it sure as hell isn't going to be me. Looking forward in my career, I'm wrestling in WCF's next pay-per-view main event teaming with Odin. This wrestling business couldn't be any crazier. Just today, I lost a title match in IWF. Sure, I wasn't pinned, but I didn't win either. Before that, I had pinned the champion I was gunning for in a tag match, and she was teaming with the World Champion of IWF. The ups and downs, side to sides, all of that, it's just overwhelming. Nothing is consistent. Fight this guy, team with this dude, beat the Champion, then lose. How the hell does that make sense? Is Vince Russo writing my life? I now realize why I've stuck to one place my entire career. One person to deal with, not six a week. Perhaps that is why I am a WCF Hall of Famer, because I could spend the entire week focusing on my opponent, instead of traveling to a different town and different company four days a week. Loyalty pays off, it's stunning to think nobody has caught on yet. All these guys have six different jobs, for what? You're all getting jobber pay and need to add it up? Rise to the top of the card, rack in the good money, and stay put. We wouldn't have the situation of WCF's World Champion representing another company AGAINST WCF if people were smarter.
On top of all this, Odin and I were on the same page, beating Seth's car to shit, and then he punches me. He's like a jilted fourteen year old girl who fell in love with a college kid who fucked her and deleted her from his life. Odin is clinging onto me with everything he has got because he knows that I am his ticket to the top. Nobody is anybody in WCF until they've gone through me. Five powerbombs kept me out of WCF for a few months, but by no means did it put me in a coma. The very next week I was in New York City wrestling on an internet show. One thing it did do, though, was beat the 'Creeping Death' out of me, so to speak. Ever since then, I've been ... I'd say haunted, I guess, by the face paint. It sounds stupid as hell, but I want to thank you, Odin. You showed me that violence isn't what my life should be about anymore. It wasn't making me happy. That's why I left. So to speak, you did end my WCF career Odin, but by no means did you end my wrestling career. Obviously, I came back and spiked you on your skull. We've got unfinished business, after this UWA Supershow we will have unfinished business, and after WCF's next show Aftermath, by fucking God, we will have unfinished business. I'm not going to stop coming at you until you realize the error of your ways. Nobody crosses Corey Black, motherfucker. Your 'career ending' list is impressive, but mine is legendary. I can't even begin to list the jobbers I have killed. Those days are behind me, though. What is the benefit of hurting people? You hurt enough and you get into the dire straits WCF faces. No more big names, nobody to draw the money. The guys left to build aren't half the men that once roamed the WCF Arena. To put it mildly, I'm just plain better than you, Odin, and until you figure that out, I'm going to continue pressing on and on until you do so. It may be at this Supershow, it may be at Aftermath, it may be later, but one way or another, I will get that handshake. That all important, respect signifying handshake. I'll earn it from you, big man, and when I do, your spirit will be broken far more than you thought my body was.
And that brings me to my team. Starting off with WCF Owner Seth Lerch, a man that has taken so much from me, and I continue to give to him. He's stripped me of the World Title, he's put me against five men in one match, fuck, he's even taken WCF management away from me. Look at me. I've given this guy ten years of my life, I'm the only guy that has stuck with WCF through thick and thin, and he just fucks me over like that. The final straw. Seth took over WCF's day to day business, and erased every little thing I did. He stripped Odin of the World Title and Johnny Reb ended up with it. The guy is a power-hungry egomaniac, and I'm fighting along side him, flying the green and black of WCF. If I had it my way, he'd be teaming with Ryan and Odin, and I'd have JT Jobber on my side. But, I suppose it would be in my best interest to coexist with this piece of shit for the time being. For the greater good, the differences get put aside so we can stand tall in the end. As soon as that bell rings, though, all bets are off. Frankly, if we're up three to one, all bets are off. I have no problem sending you to the wolves, Seth, if I know the match is in the bag. It's the oldest story in WCF's history, Seth Lerch verses Creeping Death. Put it away for however long the match lasts, bitch.
Speaking of bitch, Jay Price.. what is there to say? The guy fakes his death, and decides to 'shoot' on WCF's state. As if nobody could tell the place is in the dumps. Let me explain one thing; Jay Price is a great competitor when his heart is in it. He led me to where I am now, IWF, and he bailed on me. I always have to be ready for him to be gung-ho for anything, only to turn his tail and run. We make an amazing team and bitter enemies. I never know which Jay Price will show up, and that worries me. Not that I don't think I can do this by myself, because if I have to, I have every intention of doing so, but because Jay will never shut up about it. His next WCF 'shoot' will be about how he's 'so much better than everyone he didn't even have to try.' Which, in an elimination match, is complete bullshit. Pull your weight. I know these three guys are below me, but that's not what it is about. This is for the WCF guys that would kill to be in the spot we are in right now. We will wear the green and black into battle, and be goddamn sure, the bell will toll.. for UWA.
Finishing his speech, Corey whips his hair back and looks at himself in the mirror. The reflection isn't that of Corey Black, the man looking into it. Staring back at Corey Black from the mirror is Creeping Death. This startles Corey, but the reflection doesn't match Corey's actions. The CD reflection takes some steps back and runs at the mirror, leaping through it. Glass shatters everywhere, and Corey flies backward out of the bathroom and into the hotel dresser. No sign of the Creeping Death figure from the mirror, though. Glass, dresser drawers, and blood all over the floor, but no sign of the reason. Corey sits against the dresser breathing heavily, unsure of what he just saw.
BEEP BOOP, BLEEP.
A phone... a text... but Corey's phone was shattered against the wall. Nope, sure looks like it's back in working order. Corey's phone is back in one piece and now sitting next to him. Puzzled, he looks at the text...
A fast forward time elapse takes place. Corey driving, Nikki riding. Nikki hardly moves, as does Corey, and he only moves to gas up. A couple hours of the fast forward, and it slows to normal speed. Corey looks to his right, right at Nikki, and just turns his head back to the road. That scene fades. It picks back up, showing Corey getting out of the car, grabbing a backpack, and walking up to a hotel. Nikki stays in the car, though. Corey walks in and shows his credit card, not speaking, and the clerk gives him a key. The key is snatched out of the clerk's hand, and Corey slowly walks to his room. He unlocks the door, walks in, and the cameraman follows. Black tosses his backpack on the bed and sits in the chair next to a round table, looking to his left to the camera itself. He just shakes his head, when his phone rings. It's a few beeps, signifying a text message. The camera sweeps behind him and looks at the phone.
Nikki Venus
11/23/2011
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How much
longer can
we do this?
11/23/2011
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How much
longer can
we do this?
Corey whips the phone at the wall. It connects and shatters into a zillion pieces. He stands up, very sternly, and marches into the bathroom. He turns the sink on, rubbing his hands in the water and running his fingers through his hair. He keeps his head down as he begins speaking.
Corey Black
For the first time in my decade-long history with WCF, I am representing the company in a 'supershow.' Who better than the only guy that hasn't once stepped away from WCF, in one way or another, for the last ten years? Arguments could be made for people like Johnny Reb, or even possibly Logan, but let's face it - those two men aren't up to the task. I was chosen for a reason, and that reason is because in big matches, I get it done. Seth, Jay, and I ... we're a fucking force. It's amazing to think that this, a 'supershow' main event, could be booked on Sunday Slam with some random anybody interchanging JT Underwood, whoever the hell that is. Frankly, who cares? Everyone watching knows JT is just there to fill out the team so Odin and Ryan can get their hands on Seth. I put my detective skills to work, and JT Underwood is nowhere to be seen. Speaking of, where the hell is the rest of the UWA roster? For a host federation, this place is pretty baron. I thought it was getting pretty bad over at WCF, but Jesus Christ. I digress, JT Underwood is a non-factor in this match, and he will be treated as such. I can't even be bothered to ask anyone about him, that is how much I could give a shit about this guy. I'll go out on a limb and predict he eats a Burning Hammer. That's always a crowd favorite.
Ryan Blake, though, he's a factor. This guy runs UWA, put this whole thing together, and put himself in the main event, tagging with Odin Balfore. What does that tell you about Ryan? Tells me he's power-hungry, and he only cares about winning and getting himself over. He and Odin run around WCF together playing grab-ass, and pretending to be a viable team, while all the same, stroking each other's egos. This is a guy that is mid-card in WCF at best, but when booking himself, he's skyrocketed to the main event. Surprised? I'm not either. Let's hammer one thing out, I'm not here to hurt anyone. Not JT, not Odin, and not even you, Ryan. I could care less if you walk out of the match or not, but you can be damned sure I'm going to show my WCF colors and walk away a winner. Now, before you go off and run your mouth about how I'm not loyal to WCF right now, let me clarify... WCF is below me. Yeah, I said it, I am too good to be competing for WCF in it's current state. Now, if Ryan Blake is nothing more than a mid-carder, and I am too good to be competing.. do the math. The only reason I agreed to this match is because I will do anything I can to help WCF along. Wrestling there on a regular basis would not help in the least. I've done, literally, everything there is to do. At this point, I'm only around because my name continues to come up, and the fans can't get enough. It's guys like Seth Lerch and Odin Balfore that are keeping me harnessed. And I'm fine by it. But it's also their fault as to why I am not there full time. There is no competition to be had. Take a look at where I am now, IWF... that, my friends, is competition. Take anyone on this card and match them up with anyone at IWF, and you will see a slaughter. Right now, at this point in my career, I'm not out for titles. All I want to do is get out into that ring and compete with the best. WCF cannot provide that to me. Ryan, you're part of that. You aren't in my league, and the only way you get into the ring with me is booking yourself into the match. Fine. You want to compete with guys in the upper echelon, so be it. Maybe when you get your head handed to your body on a silver platter, you'll understand your position, both here and in WCF. Thanksgiving is going to be a day of enlightening for you, Ryan. You'll be thankful you still have arms and legs, but you'll scorn because your place will be shown to you.
That isn't to say, though, that I hate WCF. It's my home, always has been, always will be. I broke my back keeping the place open when Seth bailed. That was the rise of Odin Balfore. It wasn't that I couldn't keep him in check, but because he was - and is - the best wrestler WCF has to offer. This tag match is a strange anomaly. You've got two of the best WCF has ever seen, along with WCF's creator and owner, going against the best WCF has to offer right now, World Champion Odin Balfore, and the creator of this entire show Ryan Blake. Something has got to give, and it sure as hell isn't going to be me. Looking forward in my career, I'm wrestling in WCF's next pay-per-view main event teaming with Odin. This wrestling business couldn't be any crazier. Just today, I lost a title match in IWF. Sure, I wasn't pinned, but I didn't win either. Before that, I had pinned the champion I was gunning for in a tag match, and she was teaming with the World Champion of IWF. The ups and downs, side to sides, all of that, it's just overwhelming. Nothing is consistent. Fight this guy, team with this dude, beat the Champion, then lose. How the hell does that make sense? Is Vince Russo writing my life? I now realize why I've stuck to one place my entire career. One person to deal with, not six a week. Perhaps that is why I am a WCF Hall of Famer, because I could spend the entire week focusing on my opponent, instead of traveling to a different town and different company four days a week. Loyalty pays off, it's stunning to think nobody has caught on yet. All these guys have six different jobs, for what? You're all getting jobber pay and need to add it up? Rise to the top of the card, rack in the good money, and stay put. We wouldn't have the situation of WCF's World Champion representing another company AGAINST WCF if people were smarter.
On top of all this, Odin and I were on the same page, beating Seth's car to shit, and then he punches me. He's like a jilted fourteen year old girl who fell in love with a college kid who fucked her and deleted her from his life. Odin is clinging onto me with everything he has got because he knows that I am his ticket to the top. Nobody is anybody in WCF until they've gone through me. Five powerbombs kept me out of WCF for a few months, but by no means did it put me in a coma. The very next week I was in New York City wrestling on an internet show. One thing it did do, though, was beat the 'Creeping Death' out of me, so to speak. Ever since then, I've been ... I'd say haunted, I guess, by the face paint. It sounds stupid as hell, but I want to thank you, Odin. You showed me that violence isn't what my life should be about anymore. It wasn't making me happy. That's why I left. So to speak, you did end my WCF career Odin, but by no means did you end my wrestling career. Obviously, I came back and spiked you on your skull. We've got unfinished business, after this UWA Supershow we will have unfinished business, and after WCF's next show Aftermath, by fucking God, we will have unfinished business. I'm not going to stop coming at you until you realize the error of your ways. Nobody crosses Corey Black, motherfucker. Your 'career ending' list is impressive, but mine is legendary. I can't even begin to list the jobbers I have killed. Those days are behind me, though. What is the benefit of hurting people? You hurt enough and you get into the dire straits WCF faces. No more big names, nobody to draw the money. The guys left to build aren't half the men that once roamed the WCF Arena. To put it mildly, I'm just plain better than you, Odin, and until you figure that out, I'm going to continue pressing on and on until you do so. It may be at this Supershow, it may be at Aftermath, it may be later, but one way or another, I will get that handshake. That all important, respect signifying handshake. I'll earn it from you, big man, and when I do, your spirit will be broken far more than you thought my body was.
And that brings me to my team. Starting off with WCF Owner Seth Lerch, a man that has taken so much from me, and I continue to give to him. He's stripped me of the World Title, he's put me against five men in one match, fuck, he's even taken WCF management away from me. Look at me. I've given this guy ten years of my life, I'm the only guy that has stuck with WCF through thick and thin, and he just fucks me over like that. The final straw. Seth took over WCF's day to day business, and erased every little thing I did. He stripped Odin of the World Title and Johnny Reb ended up with it. The guy is a power-hungry egomaniac, and I'm fighting along side him, flying the green and black of WCF. If I had it my way, he'd be teaming with Ryan and Odin, and I'd have JT Jobber on my side. But, I suppose it would be in my best interest to coexist with this piece of shit for the time being. For the greater good, the differences get put aside so we can stand tall in the end. As soon as that bell rings, though, all bets are off. Frankly, if we're up three to one, all bets are off. I have no problem sending you to the wolves, Seth, if I know the match is in the bag. It's the oldest story in WCF's history, Seth Lerch verses Creeping Death. Put it away for however long the match lasts, bitch.
Speaking of bitch, Jay Price.. what is there to say? The guy fakes his death, and decides to 'shoot' on WCF's state. As if nobody could tell the place is in the dumps. Let me explain one thing; Jay Price is a great competitor when his heart is in it. He led me to where I am now, IWF, and he bailed on me. I always have to be ready for him to be gung-ho for anything, only to turn his tail and run. We make an amazing team and bitter enemies. I never know which Jay Price will show up, and that worries me. Not that I don't think I can do this by myself, because if I have to, I have every intention of doing so, but because Jay will never shut up about it. His next WCF 'shoot' will be about how he's 'so much better than everyone he didn't even have to try.' Which, in an elimination match, is complete bullshit. Pull your weight. I know these three guys are below me, but that's not what it is about. This is for the WCF guys that would kill to be in the spot we are in right now. We will wear the green and black into battle, and be goddamn sure, the bell will toll.. for UWA.
Finishing his speech, Corey whips his hair back and looks at himself in the mirror. The reflection isn't that of Corey Black, the man looking into it. Staring back at Corey Black from the mirror is Creeping Death. This startles Corey, but the reflection doesn't match Corey's actions. The CD reflection takes some steps back and runs at the mirror, leaping through it. Glass shatters everywhere, and Corey flies backward out of the bathroom and into the hotel dresser. No sign of the Creeping Death figure from the mirror, though. Glass, dresser drawers, and blood all over the floor, but no sign of the reason. Corey sits against the dresser breathing heavily, unsure of what he just saw.
BEEP BOOP, BLEEP.
A phone... a text... but Corey's phone was shattered against the wall. Nope, sure looks like it's back in working order. Corey's phone is back in one piece and now sitting next to him. Puzzled, he looks at the text...
Unknown
6/26/86
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FUCK
YOU
6/26/86
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FUCK
YOU