Post by CD's Old Account on Oct 7, 2012 14:27:25 GMT -5
The scene opens to outside AT&T Park in FABULOUS San Francisco, California, where WCF will broadcast SLAM. It's a rare West Coast tour, leading to Helloween. A cold San Fran morning, barely even light out. Corey Black, however, is seen getting out of a black taxi with his bags. To the surprise of nobody at all, he's wearing a gray hoodie and jeans. He throws the backpack onto his shoulders and walks in a side door of the ballpark. This corridor leads to the locker rooms, Corey's own specifically. It's sectioned off from everyone else, something he's earned over his years. Private locker room, board, all that. It's not fancy or anything, but it IS away from people. Corey prepares for a war later on tonight, putting his bag down and emptying the contents onto a table. His wrestling gear, another shirt, and the IWF Tag Team Title (cheap pop). CD stretches, cracking his neck. Must have had a rough night.
FLASHBACK: Last Night
We are in a shitty bar in San Francisco. A pretty decent amount of people there, dimly lit except a stage at the back. Oddly enough, an ensemble cast of WCF personalities are on that stage with instruments. Corey Black is one, standing there with a black guitar. Oddly enough Jay Price is on stage as well, holding a golden bass. Tank Reaper stands out like a sore thumb behind the drums. Rick Mad on keyboards ... that one isn't funny as much as it is logical. The WCF members all start playing their instruments. Most off key, all not even playing the right song. Corey Black steps up to the microphone and blasts out..
Corey Black
I'm CD ... AND THESE ARE THE WEREWOLVES!
Suddenly all the instruments are in sync. It's a familiar tune.. from off stage jumps a man to the mic.. oh my god it's..
BIOHAZARD!
Biohazard
ORPHAN GUN DAM STAB!
What in sweet hell? Gangnam Style? Sung by Biohazard, who is the lead singer of CD and The Werewolves? It works, because Biohazard gives zero fucks about English, let alone Korean. Sure enough, Biohazard is straight killing it. This gets a crowd of people to the stage, jumping around and singing... well attempting to sing, all these white bitches don't know Korean. And by white bitches I mean the band, they have no fucking idea what is going on. They're on beat and sounding good though. Nobody is doing the ridiculous dance, but Jay Price is trying. Can't do much while slappin' da bass though.
After a minute or so of dancing craziness, Rick Mad detaches his keyboard and it magically morphs into a motherfucking Keytar! Second to none, Mad is going nuts with a keyboard solo, leading up to the part in the song where it all breaks down and shit just goes crazy. The band gets to it, and Biohazard has it handled...
Biohazard
YEAH WHAT YOU SAY? WHAT? WHAT YOU SAY SAY SAY SAY SAY-AY-AY-AYYYY!
MOTHERFUCKING OOZE EVERYWHERE! EVERYWHERE I SAID! Onto the crowd, band members, instruments, and everything. The ooze gets in the electrical wiring, shorting it out and cutting power to the stage.
Back in CD's locker room, after reminiscing about last night, lays out his gear. Tights, boots, kick pads, knee pads, elbow pad, and tape. All right there on the table, newly washed and sparkling white.
Corey Black
It's again that I am tempted to return to WCF during my supposed ten month sabbatical. This will be the third time that it is Adam Young, too, which is very telling about the kind of man he is. Last time we were in the ring one on one, I took a machete to his body in an attempt to keep him quiet for the rest of his life.
It worked, for the most part. Now, let me get something straight here. Sure, Adam Young got a pin on me. Gravedigger did all the work. Every last bit of Adam Young's pin can be attributed to Gravedigger. Do I hate GD for what he did? No, I hate GD for what he has done. What he did in War was fair and square. You can't be attacked from behind in a multi-person match. Just not how it works. He thought I needed a receipt for the Burning Hammer I gave him before, and you know, he may be right. He's gone now, he's nothing of bother to anyone.
Another thing, does that even count as a win over me? I mean, one person wins War, and thirty some lose. There wasn't thirty individual matches, so realistically I only lost to our NEW WORLD CHAMPION JEFF PURSE! I'm cool with that.
Adam Young, however, is treating this like the Super Bowl. It's as if the Packers played the game and won, but the Saints took all the credit. There's no PRIDE in being thrown on a knocked out man and pinning him. Even in the CRIMINAL JUSTICE system, you'd be found guilty of fraud. An eye for an eye, you say? Bitch, I took both your eyes in the last two matches we have had. You're not going to get anywhere close to taking mine. This time, I take your life.
There's something to be said about the way you ignored my challenge. I offered you the glory of choosing which match we compete in. I care not how we do battle. The end result will forever be the same. Corey Black is better than Adam Young. Before, now, and always, I will be your master, Adam. I will pull your strings and make you dance. If I want to kick some ass, I'll make damn sure it's you. Not because I know I can do it, because it's pretty obvious I can, but it's the principal of the thing. You continue to believe you can beat me in a professional wrestling match, and I continue to prove to you that you're full of shit.
Do what you can, but know that I'll have the machete under the ring, Adam. It's there, and I will use it again. Your continued crap spewing about how I'm overly egotistical ends neigh. I'm egotistical because I am that fucking good. It's painfully obvious who the best wrestler WCF has ever seen is. Hall of Fame, World Titles, decade long career, my own PPV, the list is endless. Corey Black is WCF, and WCF is Corey Black. Without one, the other dies. I am the reason you even have a job here. WCF has closed, but I have been the driving force to open it time and time again. I will continue to be the force, even while on my sabbatical. After tonight, I might move on and continue applying my craft elsewhere, but I'll always be watching. I'll be watching you, looking out for Gravedigger, and for sure keeping my eye on Oblivion and the Church. You're not even the biggest fish I have to fry, Young, that is how worthless and low on the totem pole you actually are.
The last time I was shown on WCF camera was War. Before that, I was attacked by ... well ... myself, I guess. I watched the footage back and still don't believe what I saw. There's no way the last guy that pretended to be Creeping Death is here, this is different. I have no clue what the hell is going on. Add in the fact that Oblivion of all people gave me my, what, second loss this year in WCF? I'm not really pleased with him. Three stories to tie up, three men to defeat. One finishes tonight. Adam Young, this will be the biggest night of your life. Never again will you be the same. You. Will. Die.
Corey smiles all crazily toward the camera. This is where the scene fades.
FLASHBACK: Last Night
We are in a shitty bar in San Francisco. A pretty decent amount of people there, dimly lit except a stage at the back. Oddly enough, an ensemble cast of WCF personalities are on that stage with instruments. Corey Black is one, standing there with a black guitar. Oddly enough Jay Price is on stage as well, holding a golden bass. Tank Reaper stands out like a sore thumb behind the drums. Rick Mad on keyboards ... that one isn't funny as much as it is logical. The WCF members all start playing their instruments. Most off key, all not even playing the right song. Corey Black steps up to the microphone and blasts out..
Corey Black
I'm CD ... AND THESE ARE THE WEREWOLVES!
Suddenly all the instruments are in sync. It's a familiar tune.. from off stage jumps a man to the mic.. oh my god it's..
BIOHAZARD!
Biohazard
ORPHAN GUN DAM STAB!
What in sweet hell? Gangnam Style? Sung by Biohazard, who is the lead singer of CD and The Werewolves? It works, because Biohazard gives zero fucks about English, let alone Korean. Sure enough, Biohazard is straight killing it. This gets a crowd of people to the stage, jumping around and singing... well attempting to sing, all these white bitches don't know Korean. And by white bitches I mean the band, they have no fucking idea what is going on. They're on beat and sounding good though. Nobody is doing the ridiculous dance, but Jay Price is trying. Can't do much while slappin' da bass though.
After a minute or so of dancing craziness, Rick Mad detaches his keyboard and it magically morphs into a motherfucking Keytar! Second to none, Mad is going nuts with a keyboard solo, leading up to the part in the song where it all breaks down and shit just goes crazy. The band gets to it, and Biohazard has it handled...
Biohazard
YEAH WHAT YOU SAY? WHAT? WHAT YOU SAY SAY SAY SAY SAY-AY-AY-AYYYY!
MOTHERFUCKING OOZE EVERYWHERE! EVERYWHERE I SAID! Onto the crowd, band members, instruments, and everything. The ooze gets in the electrical wiring, shorting it out and cutting power to the stage.
Back in CD's locker room, after reminiscing about last night, lays out his gear. Tights, boots, kick pads, knee pads, elbow pad, and tape. All right there on the table, newly washed and sparkling white.
Corey Black
It's again that I am tempted to return to WCF during my supposed ten month sabbatical. This will be the third time that it is Adam Young, too, which is very telling about the kind of man he is. Last time we were in the ring one on one, I took a machete to his body in an attempt to keep him quiet for the rest of his life.
It worked, for the most part. Now, let me get something straight here. Sure, Adam Young got a pin on me. Gravedigger did all the work. Every last bit of Adam Young's pin can be attributed to Gravedigger. Do I hate GD for what he did? No, I hate GD for what he has done. What he did in War was fair and square. You can't be attacked from behind in a multi-person match. Just not how it works. He thought I needed a receipt for the Burning Hammer I gave him before, and you know, he may be right. He's gone now, he's nothing of bother to anyone.
Another thing, does that even count as a win over me? I mean, one person wins War, and thirty some lose. There wasn't thirty individual matches, so realistically I only lost to our NEW WORLD CHAMPION JEFF PURSE! I'm cool with that.
Adam Young, however, is treating this like the Super Bowl. It's as if the Packers played the game and won, but the Saints took all the credit. There's no PRIDE in being thrown on a knocked out man and pinning him. Even in the CRIMINAL JUSTICE system, you'd be found guilty of fraud. An eye for an eye, you say? Bitch, I took both your eyes in the last two matches we have had. You're not going to get anywhere close to taking mine. This time, I take your life.
There's something to be said about the way you ignored my challenge. I offered you the glory of choosing which match we compete in. I care not how we do battle. The end result will forever be the same. Corey Black is better than Adam Young. Before, now, and always, I will be your master, Adam. I will pull your strings and make you dance. If I want to kick some ass, I'll make damn sure it's you. Not because I know I can do it, because it's pretty obvious I can, but it's the principal of the thing. You continue to believe you can beat me in a professional wrestling match, and I continue to prove to you that you're full of shit.
Do what you can, but know that I'll have the machete under the ring, Adam. It's there, and I will use it again. Your continued crap spewing about how I'm overly egotistical ends neigh. I'm egotistical because I am that fucking good. It's painfully obvious who the best wrestler WCF has ever seen is. Hall of Fame, World Titles, decade long career, my own PPV, the list is endless. Corey Black is WCF, and WCF is Corey Black. Without one, the other dies. I am the reason you even have a job here. WCF has closed, but I have been the driving force to open it time and time again. I will continue to be the force, even while on my sabbatical. After tonight, I might move on and continue applying my craft elsewhere, but I'll always be watching. I'll be watching you, looking out for Gravedigger, and for sure keeping my eye on Oblivion and the Church. You're not even the biggest fish I have to fry, Young, that is how worthless and low on the totem pole you actually are.
The last time I was shown on WCF camera was War. Before that, I was attacked by ... well ... myself, I guess. I watched the footage back and still don't believe what I saw. There's no way the last guy that pretended to be Creeping Death is here, this is different. I have no clue what the hell is going on. Add in the fact that Oblivion of all people gave me my, what, second loss this year in WCF? I'm not really pleased with him. Three stories to tie up, three men to defeat. One finishes tonight. Adam Young, this will be the biggest night of your life. Never again will you be the same. You. Will. Die.
Corey smiles all crazily toward the camera. This is where the scene fades.