Post by Corey Black on Oct 8, 2006 12:21:29 GMT -5
We face back in to the WCF Arena, packed with fans screaming their heads off. Inside the ring, the mat is black, and there is a podium stationed in the middle. The Jumbotron reads "Special Press Conference", while people line the ring and stage with cameras.
Soon, the lights go out, and bells toll. The crowd begins cheering their head of, as if they were trying to get their faces to fall off. No music, the lights come back on, and Creeping Death walks out to an even crazier reaction. Cameras flash like a terrible thunderstorm, giving even more light. CD walks down the ramp and slides into the ring, standing up behind the podium. The crowd dies down, anticipating what will come.
Creeping Death: I'd like to thank you all for coming to Slam early to see my conference here. I do have a few announcements, believe it or not.
I'd like to remind everyone that this Friday, October 13th, I'm presenting "XIII", a card made by me, for everyone else. I have only four matches for you, but they are sure to be the best four matches of the year. As I've been building, the main event will be a spectacle at least.
A man speaks up from the crowd of cameramen.
Man: Can you tell us any more about XIII?
Creeping Death: Well, there will be three title matches. And I am in the main event.
Other than that, I have my third wish to announce, and I swear, it's going to change WCF for the better. Someone is going down. And something is getting changed to make this happen.
Man: How do you feel about Drake Kencedro saying he's going to basically use you to get to the top of the WCF ladder?
Creeping Death: I think he's a moron. How he was allowed back here is beyond me, and I'm going to make sure it was the worst decision by Drake AND the administration. He left on ... let's say ... unceremonious terms, only to be allowed back and receive the proverbial paycheck. Stupid.
I'll have no problems with beating him, and sending him back down to fight David Alastair and Outcast. It's not a glass ceiling, it's a Death Ceiling. Nobody is getting past me.
Man: What is the deal with Neo?
Creeping Death: As a whole, the New Dynasty talked to Neo and invited him back. He agreed, and we thought he'd be with us as a team. Apparently, we were wrong. It's a hard hit, but good for WCF in the long run, as Neo is a great talent and guy.
Speaking of the Dynasty, the entire team, minus myself, are going against Devastation, Inc. Torture is sure to be pissed off, I haven't even really talked to him all week. Nate is back, for the fifteenth time, and Dake Ken is itching to get his hands on Chino. We are literally unstoppable.
This will conclude my conference. I hope to see you all at XIII, and watching me kill Drake Kencedro tonight at Slam. Thank you.
Creeping Death kicks the podium over and the crowd stands, applauding. Cameras flash as the scene fades out with CD's arms stretched out in the crucifix pose.
Soon, the lights go out, and bells toll. The crowd begins cheering their head of, as if they were trying to get their faces to fall off. No music, the lights come back on, and Creeping Death walks out to an even crazier reaction. Cameras flash like a terrible thunderstorm, giving even more light. CD walks down the ramp and slides into the ring, standing up behind the podium. The crowd dies down, anticipating what will come.
Creeping Death: I'd like to thank you all for coming to Slam early to see my conference here. I do have a few announcements, believe it or not.
I'd like to remind everyone that this Friday, October 13th, I'm presenting "XIII", a card made by me, for everyone else. I have only four matches for you, but they are sure to be the best four matches of the year. As I've been building, the main event will be a spectacle at least.
A man speaks up from the crowd of cameramen.
Man: Can you tell us any more about XIII?
Creeping Death: Well, there will be three title matches. And I am in the main event.
Other than that, I have my third wish to announce, and I swear, it's going to change WCF for the better. Someone is going down. And something is getting changed to make this happen.
Man: How do you feel about Drake Kencedro saying he's going to basically use you to get to the top of the WCF ladder?
Creeping Death: I think he's a moron. How he was allowed back here is beyond me, and I'm going to make sure it was the worst decision by Drake AND the administration. He left on ... let's say ... unceremonious terms, only to be allowed back and receive the proverbial paycheck. Stupid.
I'll have no problems with beating him, and sending him back down to fight David Alastair and Outcast. It's not a glass ceiling, it's a Death Ceiling. Nobody is getting past me.
Man: What is the deal with Neo?
Creeping Death: As a whole, the New Dynasty talked to Neo and invited him back. He agreed, and we thought he'd be with us as a team. Apparently, we were wrong. It's a hard hit, but good for WCF in the long run, as Neo is a great talent and guy.
Speaking of the Dynasty, the entire team, minus myself, are going against Devastation, Inc. Torture is sure to be pissed off, I haven't even really talked to him all week. Nate is back, for the fifteenth time, and Dake Ken is itching to get his hands on Chino. We are literally unstoppable.
This will conclude my conference. I hope to see you all at XIII, and watching me kill Drake Kencedro tonight at Slam. Thank you.
Creeping Death kicks the podium over and the crowd stands, applauding. Cameras flash as the scene fades out with CD's arms stretched out in the crucifix pose.