Post by Corey Black on Dec 9, 2007 18:43:14 GMT -5
The scene opens up to the WCF Arena, completely empty. The Arena itself is dimly lit, with a few spotlights on the ring. The camera is positioned at the entryway, looking down to the ring. Footsteps are heard behind the camera, and someone walks over top of it, on his way down to the ring. The man is carrying two title belts, one in each hand. Obviously, it's Creeping Death.
The camera follows CD down to the ring, where he places the two titles - the WCF World and Hardcore Titles - on the apron before rolling into the ring under the bottom rope. CD uses the ropes to get to his feet, and picks up the titles.
Creeping Death: Three months ago, I laid all I had on the line over in Tokyo, Japan. I put up my livelyhood, my career, everything, up against Skyler Striker in the Nightmare Chamber at a shot for this WCF World Title. A title I've held twice before, and never got my feet planted afterward.
Well this time, my feet were in concrete. I had everything going for me. And what happens? WCF closes. Poof, gone. Nowhere else to satisfy my need to compete. The closest thing to WCF here in the states is GWC. GWC? Haha. Pathetic. Not even close to worth my time or effort.
Creeping Death walks over to the ropes and leans on them, laying the titles over the other side.
Creeping Death: I've been occupying my time by wrestling over in Japan, defending the WCF World Title in WCFJapan. That, along with moving to Minneapolis, and flying out to California every few weeks has taken up my time, but also left me an empty shell of a man. WCF was my lifeblood. The REAL WCF.
So I've decided something. I'm bringing WCF BACK to the US. WCFJapan is going to pack up, ship over here, and it's going to be back on ... right here. I need this. Torture needs this. The fans need this. WCF went out like a punk, once again, and I'm not going to let it die.
Creeping Death turns to the middle of the ring and lays the WCF World Title down. Scene fades out.
The camera follows CD down to the ring, where he places the two titles - the WCF World and Hardcore Titles - on the apron before rolling into the ring under the bottom rope. CD uses the ropes to get to his feet, and picks up the titles.
Creeping Death: Three months ago, I laid all I had on the line over in Tokyo, Japan. I put up my livelyhood, my career, everything, up against Skyler Striker in the Nightmare Chamber at a shot for this WCF World Title. A title I've held twice before, and never got my feet planted afterward.
Well this time, my feet were in concrete. I had everything going for me. And what happens? WCF closes. Poof, gone. Nowhere else to satisfy my need to compete. The closest thing to WCF here in the states is GWC. GWC? Haha. Pathetic. Not even close to worth my time or effort.
Creeping Death walks over to the ropes and leans on them, laying the titles over the other side.
Creeping Death: I've been occupying my time by wrestling over in Japan, defending the WCF World Title in WCFJapan. That, along with moving to Minneapolis, and flying out to California every few weeks has taken up my time, but also left me an empty shell of a man. WCF was my lifeblood. The REAL WCF.
So I've decided something. I'm bringing WCF BACK to the US. WCFJapan is going to pack up, ship over here, and it's going to be back on ... right here. I need this. Torture needs this. The fans need this. WCF went out like a punk, once again, and I'm not going to let it die.
Creeping Death turns to the middle of the ring and lays the WCF World Title down. Scene fades out.
