Post by Corey Black on Jan 15, 2012 14:03:45 GMT -5
The scene opens, Corey Black in his locker room in the WCF Arena. He's bruised, broken, and cut up. XIII was on Friday night, and what a fucking show it was. Corey and Odin went toe to toe for over thirty minutes, and Odin only was put down by being kicked off the War Games cage... and moonsaulted on by Jay Price. Team Zombie come out of the show on the winning end, Corey Black keeping his end of the deal to his team and winning. Team Bad Motha Fucka had a less than stellar performance, Jonny Fly proving he damn near could have done it on his own. Regardless, here sits Corey Black, in a black folding chair next to a table. The WCF World Title sits on said table, glimmering in the light. Corey isn't wearing a shirt, his ribs taped, his back cut, arms bruised. He does have pants on, camo cargo pants, and black Chucks on his feet. The WCF Cameraman walks up to Corey, and gets his attention.
Corey Black
Fuck... XIII has come and gone, and let's face it, I am beat to shit. Odin gave me everything he had, and it's showing. I can barely even function. Team Zombie came out on top, but nobody won in War Games. They might say they are fine, but I know for a fact nobody walked out of that match one hundred percent.
That is neither here nor there, though. Everyone seems to have my name on their lips. Jonny Fly, who for some reason thinks I can't spell his name. Let's get one thing straight, any Jonny who is anyone spells their name with the 'H.' Johnny Depp, for example. It's whatever, clearly he just needs shit to bitch about because he's a big fat loser. Big L on the forehead. "Wah wah wah, who have you beat Corey Black?" Everyone, I said that before. Disqualifications? Still wins. You check the "revisionist history" before I came back at Helloween? Everyone fell at my feet. Perhaps it was a matter of no other contenders, but the fact remains, the World Heavyweight Title is around my waist. I am the best WCF has to offer. If you want to step up and take the physical belt that proves I am the best, then so be it. It will prove nothing more than you were better on that day. I know, however, that no matter what, World Title or not, I am the best WCF will ever see. I know you're simply bitter because your team lost and all, but really, fact facts.
Jonny Fly be damned, Slam approaches. I'm teaming up with Oblivion and Mr. FPV to take on some of the new guard, Jeff Purse, Night Rider, and NvL himself. Interesting dynamics all the way around on this one. The new guys, being new guys, want to take out the established members of the roster. It's all the same here in WCF. New guys join up, claim they'll beat the old members, and leave. Didn't I JUST go over this before XIII? I hope you newbies, and any potential new guys are watching; it's getting old. I have to come out here every single week and say the very same shit, because not a single new guy has a new thought. I guess I should expect that, though. Not everyone can be different. After ten years, I've seen it all. This new influx of guys are the very same as the last influx of new guys, and the same as the ones before that. The last ten years seem to be on repeat. I have not seen a single promo from a new member of the roster where they didn't say something to the effect of 'your time is up, Corey Black, the future is here rabble rabble.' The future IS here, but it has been here since 2002. You guys might as well get used to it, I will never leave. I may not wrestle with WCF for the rest of my career, but know damn well I will be watching. If you happen to still be here when it is time to hang up my WCF boots, and you continue to talk shit, I will come back for you. Odin Balfore knows first hand. I was fucking OUT OF HERE. I was never going to return, but I kept my eye on the place. He talked shit. I kicked his face in and took his World Title.
It's fine, though. The fact that I can sum up so many promos in one sentence is remarkable. May as well delve deeper... Night Rider, current WCF Tag Team Champion. Using the infamous "Corey Broken" nickname given to me by the ... actually broken ... Odin Balfore. Bloodstones, and ghosts, and a whole lot of bullshit special effects. I used to do that, then I realized grade school kids go to bed before Slam starts so it's friggin' pointless. Let's get one thing straight when it comes to Night Rider, and let's toss Jeff Purse in there too... the Tag Team Titles don't mean shit. WCF has only had one period of time when the Tag Titles were anything worth a damn, when we had legit teams and not dudes that would otherwise squander in the mid-card being belt marks. I don't know where you came from, Rider, but please go back there and leave the wrestling to the adults. I had to deal with Harry Balfore at One, no need to continue the trend. And you can call me Mr. Black, thanks.
Jeff Purse, though, wow kid. I don't have an impressive resume? Beginning of my retirement? Your arrogance will get you a kick in the face and a smile, nothing more, nothing less. Nathan has a great shot at taking my title, you're right. My track record in title defenses is pretty awful. Of the four times I have had the belt, I have defended it twice, and lost both. Thus, in that sense, I'll agree with you. Nathan is a cocky prick, but the dude has the skill behind him to win. We'll have to wait and see what happens, but know this. In no way will I be beaten in this tag match. My team may lose, but if you really think you can pin me, you're more delirious than I thought. I've gone face to face with giants, faced off with a guy that may as well be my clone, and even the great Bobby Cairo himself. You, Jeff Purse, have not earned an iota of my respect. In WCF, you may fight for titles and for money and glory, but I fight for respect and competition. I'd much rather have the respect of the roster than this World Championship. It's guys like you that give WCF a bad name. People look at the company and laugh. It's your fairy-tale telling of my future that people will see, and think "why... why in the hell does this guy have a job?" and they'll change the fucking channel to watch Glee. You may be talented in the ring, Jeff, but your common sense is lacking.
Take, for instance, XIII. I didn't get that privilege by having "push" around here. You know the guy that runs shit, right? Seth Lerch? Dude hates me. How I could possibly have push is beyond my realm of reason. I EARNED XIII by beating Steve Carr and gaining three wishes. This is the exact stuff I am talking about. Mr. FPV and Oblivion, while good, are not in a league with myself, Gravedigger, or Logan. Nice job checking out the website to get the name Mace, too. I don't even remember the guy. He's even less relevant than you are, to be honest. Fuck, I digress. I hear you gloating about winning a useless title within your first month. What did I do in my first three months in WCF? Let's take a look at history. Ten days into my WCF career I had what could be called one of the best matches in the early days against Logan in a TLC Match. Three days later? Tag Team Titles, back when they mattered a little bit more. Pinned the World Champion in that match. A mere twenty days into my WCF life I beat Hellz Angel in a Casket Match. Not exactly the most glorious of wins, but hey, a win is a win. I headlined my first pay-per-view after my debut, Jeff. Headlined in a World Title Match. That was less than a month in. So, in a sense, fuck you, Jeff Purse. Fuck you for thinking you've had the best debut month in WCF history. Fuck you for thinking you're even close to my level. And fuck you for looking like a boy-band wannabe. I had hopes you would be different than the rest of these new guy clones, but clearly I was mistaken. "The Future" COME ON. You can't even have an original nickname.
I may be walking into this match as the World Champion, but I also walk in representing this history of WCF, apparently. Not by choice, but because my opponents insist on it. I have less than no problem with doing such a thing, I have been defending the older gentlemen of this place for at least six years. I will never be shut down, never be shut up, and for damned sure never be forgotten. In five years time, if WCF is still a place, the names of Jeff Purse, Night Rider, and Nathon von Liebert will only be remembered by title histories, nothing more. While Corey Black, or Creeping Death if you will, has the most recognizable name in the history of WCF. If a new guy can bring up Mace, you can be certain anyone in the company will strive to be me. That is what it boils down to. Every last one of you guys want to be where I am right now, and you think pinning me will do it. Puh-lease. Countless of no-named punks have gotten a win over me, one way or another. I couldn't even name the guys that beat me to win the World Titles before. I will always remember Logan, Brad Kane, Torture.. those names.
The only man in this match that has a chance to land on my radar is Nathan. NvL, we have a date at Payback. You emerged victorious at One, and earned your shot. Congrats. You ran your mouth, but you didn't demand anything. You picked up the wins needed to get a title shot. You wouldn't IMAGINE the people that have requested title shots. I keep saying no, because I don't just dole them out, they're earned. Well done. Our first meeting will take place in a few hours, the next may not be until Payback, but rest assured, that won't be our last. In this age of WCF, grudges hold more merit than titles. Your mouth is so huge, that there's no way you will not let this be "just a match." You're going to say something dipshit, and I'll end up having to kick your face through the back of your skull, and no doubt you'll hate that. It's the nature of the business. Nobody can just wrestle anymore. Somebody always has to insult another man's mother, and they fight endlessly for a year until someone gets tossed off a cage at XIII.
Know this, Team New Guys, you're in the ring with Corey Black. You may not respect the name or the man, but respect the company you work for. Respecting either WCF or Corey Black will in turn make you respect the other, because they're one in the same. You're here because I allow it. You have a job with WCF because I have kept this place alive through the darkest of times, I've been the driving force in it's reopening every single time, and I am the ACE OF WCF. See you guys in the ring, you sure as fuck better attempt to back up your words.
Corey turns away from the camera and stands up out of his chair gingerly. He takes the World Championship off the table. Corey slowly walks out of the room, still showing signs of fatigue and pain, as the scene fades out.
Corey Black
Fuck... XIII has come and gone, and let's face it, I am beat to shit. Odin gave me everything he had, and it's showing. I can barely even function. Team Zombie came out on top, but nobody won in War Games. They might say they are fine, but I know for a fact nobody walked out of that match one hundred percent.
That is neither here nor there, though. Everyone seems to have my name on their lips. Jonny Fly, who for some reason thinks I can't spell his name. Let's get one thing straight, any Jonny who is anyone spells their name with the 'H.' Johnny Depp, for example. It's whatever, clearly he just needs shit to bitch about because he's a big fat loser. Big L on the forehead. "Wah wah wah, who have you beat Corey Black?" Everyone, I said that before. Disqualifications? Still wins. You check the "revisionist history" before I came back at Helloween? Everyone fell at my feet. Perhaps it was a matter of no other contenders, but the fact remains, the World Heavyweight Title is around my waist. I am the best WCF has to offer. If you want to step up and take the physical belt that proves I am the best, then so be it. It will prove nothing more than you were better on that day. I know, however, that no matter what, World Title or not, I am the best WCF will ever see. I know you're simply bitter because your team lost and all, but really, fact facts.
Jonny Fly be damned, Slam approaches. I'm teaming up with Oblivion and Mr. FPV to take on some of the new guard, Jeff Purse, Night Rider, and NvL himself. Interesting dynamics all the way around on this one. The new guys, being new guys, want to take out the established members of the roster. It's all the same here in WCF. New guys join up, claim they'll beat the old members, and leave. Didn't I JUST go over this before XIII? I hope you newbies, and any potential new guys are watching; it's getting old. I have to come out here every single week and say the very same shit, because not a single new guy has a new thought. I guess I should expect that, though. Not everyone can be different. After ten years, I've seen it all. This new influx of guys are the very same as the last influx of new guys, and the same as the ones before that. The last ten years seem to be on repeat. I have not seen a single promo from a new member of the roster where they didn't say something to the effect of 'your time is up, Corey Black, the future is here rabble rabble.' The future IS here, but it has been here since 2002. You guys might as well get used to it, I will never leave. I may not wrestle with WCF for the rest of my career, but know damn well I will be watching. If you happen to still be here when it is time to hang up my WCF boots, and you continue to talk shit, I will come back for you. Odin Balfore knows first hand. I was fucking OUT OF HERE. I was never going to return, but I kept my eye on the place. He talked shit. I kicked his face in and took his World Title.
It's fine, though. The fact that I can sum up so many promos in one sentence is remarkable. May as well delve deeper... Night Rider, current WCF Tag Team Champion. Using the infamous "Corey Broken" nickname given to me by the ... actually broken ... Odin Balfore. Bloodstones, and ghosts, and a whole lot of bullshit special effects. I used to do that, then I realized grade school kids go to bed before Slam starts so it's friggin' pointless. Let's get one thing straight when it comes to Night Rider, and let's toss Jeff Purse in there too... the Tag Team Titles don't mean shit. WCF has only had one period of time when the Tag Titles were anything worth a damn, when we had legit teams and not dudes that would otherwise squander in the mid-card being belt marks. I don't know where you came from, Rider, but please go back there and leave the wrestling to the adults. I had to deal with Harry Balfore at One, no need to continue the trend. And you can call me Mr. Black, thanks.
Jeff Purse, though, wow kid. I don't have an impressive resume? Beginning of my retirement? Your arrogance will get you a kick in the face and a smile, nothing more, nothing less. Nathan has a great shot at taking my title, you're right. My track record in title defenses is pretty awful. Of the four times I have had the belt, I have defended it twice, and lost both. Thus, in that sense, I'll agree with you. Nathan is a cocky prick, but the dude has the skill behind him to win. We'll have to wait and see what happens, but know this. In no way will I be beaten in this tag match. My team may lose, but if you really think you can pin me, you're more delirious than I thought. I've gone face to face with giants, faced off with a guy that may as well be my clone, and even the great Bobby Cairo himself. You, Jeff Purse, have not earned an iota of my respect. In WCF, you may fight for titles and for money and glory, but I fight for respect and competition. I'd much rather have the respect of the roster than this World Championship. It's guys like you that give WCF a bad name. People look at the company and laugh. It's your fairy-tale telling of my future that people will see, and think "why... why in the hell does this guy have a job?" and they'll change the fucking channel to watch Glee. You may be talented in the ring, Jeff, but your common sense is lacking.
Take, for instance, XIII. I didn't get that privilege by having "push" around here. You know the guy that runs shit, right? Seth Lerch? Dude hates me. How I could possibly have push is beyond my realm of reason. I EARNED XIII by beating Steve Carr and gaining three wishes. This is the exact stuff I am talking about. Mr. FPV and Oblivion, while good, are not in a league with myself, Gravedigger, or Logan. Nice job checking out the website to get the name Mace, too. I don't even remember the guy. He's even less relevant than you are, to be honest. Fuck, I digress. I hear you gloating about winning a useless title within your first month. What did I do in my first three months in WCF? Let's take a look at history. Ten days into my WCF career I had what could be called one of the best matches in the early days against Logan in a TLC Match. Three days later? Tag Team Titles, back when they mattered a little bit more. Pinned the World Champion in that match. A mere twenty days into my WCF life I beat Hellz Angel in a Casket Match. Not exactly the most glorious of wins, but hey, a win is a win. I headlined my first pay-per-view after my debut, Jeff. Headlined in a World Title Match. That was less than a month in. So, in a sense, fuck you, Jeff Purse. Fuck you for thinking you've had the best debut month in WCF history. Fuck you for thinking you're even close to my level. And fuck you for looking like a boy-band wannabe. I had hopes you would be different than the rest of these new guy clones, but clearly I was mistaken. "The Future" COME ON. You can't even have an original nickname.
I may be walking into this match as the World Champion, but I also walk in representing this history of WCF, apparently. Not by choice, but because my opponents insist on it. I have less than no problem with doing such a thing, I have been defending the older gentlemen of this place for at least six years. I will never be shut down, never be shut up, and for damned sure never be forgotten. In five years time, if WCF is still a place, the names of Jeff Purse, Night Rider, and Nathon von Liebert will only be remembered by title histories, nothing more. While Corey Black, or Creeping Death if you will, has the most recognizable name in the history of WCF. If a new guy can bring up Mace, you can be certain anyone in the company will strive to be me. That is what it boils down to. Every last one of you guys want to be where I am right now, and you think pinning me will do it. Puh-lease. Countless of no-named punks have gotten a win over me, one way or another. I couldn't even name the guys that beat me to win the World Titles before. I will always remember Logan, Brad Kane, Torture.. those names.
The only man in this match that has a chance to land on my radar is Nathan. NvL, we have a date at Payback. You emerged victorious at One, and earned your shot. Congrats. You ran your mouth, but you didn't demand anything. You picked up the wins needed to get a title shot. You wouldn't IMAGINE the people that have requested title shots. I keep saying no, because I don't just dole them out, they're earned. Well done. Our first meeting will take place in a few hours, the next may not be until Payback, but rest assured, that won't be our last. In this age of WCF, grudges hold more merit than titles. Your mouth is so huge, that there's no way you will not let this be "just a match." You're going to say something dipshit, and I'll end up having to kick your face through the back of your skull, and no doubt you'll hate that. It's the nature of the business. Nobody can just wrestle anymore. Somebody always has to insult another man's mother, and they fight endlessly for a year until someone gets tossed off a cage at XIII.
Know this, Team New Guys, you're in the ring with Corey Black. You may not respect the name or the man, but respect the company you work for. Respecting either WCF or Corey Black will in turn make you respect the other, because they're one in the same. You're here because I allow it. You have a job with WCF because I have kept this place alive through the darkest of times, I've been the driving force in it's reopening every single time, and I am the ACE OF WCF. See you guys in the ring, you sure as fuck better attempt to back up your words.
Corey turns away from the camera and stands up out of his chair gingerly. He takes the World Championship off the table. Corey slowly walks out of the room, still showing signs of fatigue and pain, as the scene fades out.
