Post by Corey Black on Jan 29, 2012 12:45:36 GMT -5
A little backstory, first. It's no secret Corey Black wrestles for another federation. There's no hiding it, not with "Google" or fan message boards. Every place does things different. Over there, an identity crisis is going down. Corey doesn't say much when it comes to WCF, he usually just goes down to the ring and lets his skill do the talking. He's a big fish in a small pond in WCF, being the longest tenured wrestler here, and of course World Champion. Elsewhere, he's still trying to find his place. And this identity crisis isn't helping much.
Rewind a few months. Odin Balfore verses Creeping Death. Odin powerbombs CD five times, finishing it off with a Burning Hammer. That was the catalyst. Corey knew the 'Creeping Death' persona only brings a bad stigma about it. He's more vicious with the face paint. Odin's actions showed him the error of his ways. Corey put it away and focused on wrestling, that's why he left WCF for a while. There's a weight put on Corey's shoulders here. He's expected to be the best. A change of venue was needed. In ten years, Corey Black has never had to work his way up from the top. He's currently on the path elsewhere; and it's showing here. Show of hands, who thought Corey Black would be World Champion in 2012? Precisely.
What does this have to do with WCF, though? Well let me explain. Creeping Death has been attacking people for weeks now. There is a one legged wrestler who can no longer compete because CD broke his only leg. Hell, even Kaylyn got bashed in the skull.
Thing is, Corey Black kept telling people it wasn't him. He had put that in his past, now focusing on being the best he can be. Kinda tough with this crap happening. Alas, after a time, it has been revealed that it isn't Corey at all. Not in the least. Everyone just assumed it was him, even Nikki Venus, who kicked him out of her house in fear of being attacked. That's a big deal, as Corey was staying there because she lives midway between Reading and New York.
'Creeping Death' is still locked away in Corey, though. He let it out and it was amazing. The fury was overwhelming, something he has tried to hide. Nathan von Liebert is the very same way. He sees blood, and something triggers in him, unleashing 'Vlad.' These two men are of the same kin.
All of this impacts WCF in it's own way. Corey Black is now more dedicated than ever. His time elsewhere has proven to be exactly what he has needed to do to get his career back on track. Let's face it, before this, he was simply squandering around with little to no direction in the grand scheme of things. Now he's the World Champion, now he's main eventing by way of earning it and not on name value alone, and now he's more hungry than ever to prove WCF wrong.
The scene opens to a simple WCF banner hanging on the wall. The green and white letters pop off the black background, showing all the glory of the company. Green lights shoot up at an angle from the floor, and Corey Black walks into the shot. He's wearing a black hoodie, hood up, jeans, and WCF World Heavyweight Championship on his shoulder.
Corey Black
It's a rare occurrence when someone walks into a place and earns their way to the top in a short time. Nathan von Liebert has done just that. Three men fell by his hand at One, as he won the very first Invitational Tournament dedicated to the biggest event we have. Everyone else would come in and just demand a title shot because they think they're the best; Nathan proved he actually is worthy.
I don't care how you spin this, Nathan, but I don't hate you at all. You're mouthy as hell, and you clearly don't respect those who made WCF what it is so you can apply your craft in it's stage, but hey, you're no different than most everyone else here when they showed up. Everybody thinks the older guys are the enemy and they're the next big thing. The Future, if you will. Yet, here we are. In the future, all things considered. An older gentleman is on top of the WCF mountain. Hundreds of men have walked through the doors of the WCF Arena claiming to be the next big thing. I've seen those very same men walk out of the Arena with nothing but shame in their eyes as they went back to wherever they came. Not many have the staying power. You have your D-Day, your Johnny Reb, guys like Jay Price and Doc Henry. They were once just like you and the other hundred once. However, they stuck around through the good and bad.
Now, I know where you're going to go with this, and let me beat you to it. I know you're going to say you're different than all those guys, right? Well, as of now, no. Nate, you're the exact same, except you're in a better spot than most of them ever got to. The problem with that is, you're heading into a one on one match with WCF World Heavyweight Champion Corey Black. A few months ago, that would be the business end of a joke. Now it's a reality many people still cannot swallow.
Men like Odin Balfore, Joel Hall.. guys that know they can't get the job done. Jonny Fly, Gage Gannon, and Gravedigger. They've all tried, with the exception of Joel "Jobber Bait" Hall, and this was all in one match! I walked into War Games, went toe to toe with Odin Balfore, the baddest motherfucker on this Earth for more than a half hour, and won the match for my team. Where were you, Nathan? Being on XIII is one of the most prestigious honors you can get in WCF. I don't have to put anyone on that show if I don't want to. It was even more special this time, because I allowed Odin to choose his own partners... and HE didn't even choose you!
That's not to say I am unbeatable. Of course I am, I lost to D-Day just last week. Could I have broken out of that submission? Maybe. No sense in trying, though. Day and I knew exactly what needed to be done. I knew he wouldn't try to hurt me, just like he knew I wasn't going to try to hurt him. So, you came out and distracted me, Donald jumped on it and got a win over the World Champion. Good for him. In my eyes, that entitles him to a Title Match next week! US Title be damned, D-Day made me tap out, and he deserves a match for the belt.
Would you be as willing, Nathan? I mean, by no means have I been a fighting champion. I don't make the matches. If I did, I'd defend this thing like it is the TV Title. If I step through those ropes, I want to be defending this title. United States, Japan, Mexico, I don't give a fuck where I am. This belt I wear is a prop that tells everyone else that I am the best, when I know I am already, and I don't need a prop to prove it. You, Nathan, need this belt to show it. Say you win, and you become World Champion. Everyone knows I am still better. You may have won this one match, but in the grand scheme, Corey Black is still better than you in every way possible. Rankings are measured in the belts you wear. Careers are measured in the accomplishments you do otherwise.
I do find it curious that you seem to always cheap shot me. Last week after your distraction, you came in looking for a fight, and ended up hitting me with my own title. Even busted me open. Like it's never happened before! Two weeks ago, you assisted Mister Purse in driving me through a table in a very forgettable moment. Whoop de doo! For encompassing all there is about Dracula, you sure seem to be a boring cunt. If you're going to make this personal, and not business, you're going to have to do a lot more than talk shit and hit me with a belt. As far as I am concerned, once this match is over, you can go back to the curtain jerking battle royals. I felt like I needed to kill Odin Balfore. I feel like I need to shrug off Nathan von Liebert.
And, in the end, that's exactly what I will do. Congratulations on earning your first World Title Match. Well done on at least attempting to make anyone care. I'm sorry that you just didn't get it done. You even walk into this as the favorite, I think. The two times I have actually LOST the World Title, I had it for a total of like six days. Title defenses is my worst enemy. It's also just one more thing I need to prove. You look up and down what I have done, finally adding main eventing One, and you see "can't defend the World Title for shit." Kinda looks bad. Well, Nathan, I'm going to try to make history out of you.
Don't take it personal, though. See what I did there? I don't hate you, or want you to die or anything. You're just a dude in my way, really. Belt shot, whatever, I hope that made you feel something, because I felt like it was unnecessary. Such is the game, however. I'm probably the only guy in WCF to look over all this, and it's because I know in the end, it will be insignificant occurrences in my path. Much like Nathan von Liebert will be. A wasted One Invitational Winner, if you ask me. I'd rather be facing off with a decent opponent, not this emo kid.
Ah, that brings me to another point. Nathan von Liebert, the emo warrior. Multiple personality disorder.. come on. This is childs play. I know exactly what it's like to be you, Nathan. Some people would claim they'd cut their own head so Vlad would pop his head out and say hi, but not me. I've spent months telling people that I'm not going to unleash 'Creeping Death' on them because they asked for it. As such, I won't ask for Vlad, because I know you're better than that. I am better than Creeping Death, that's for damned sure. I don't need that crap and you don't either. You give me all you can as Nathan von Liebert and we'll be just fine. Because, let's be frank.. if you let Vlad out and piss me off, Creeping Death just might come out and that's just going to end in a mess. So, for the love of your future children... considering anyone would let you bone them... don't do it. I don't want to be responsible for that. It's well known that I haven't unleashed CD in a violent setting for months now, but the one time I did let it out, I made the guy piss his pants with WORDS.
Just show up and fight, Nathan, that's all I ask of you. Win or lose, go into the match knowing you'll be in the ring with the best you will probably ever see in WCF. I'll go into it knowing I have a lot to prove against this newcomer that thinks the old guys need to let the new ones have their spotlight. Well kid, this is your chance. Show the WCF brass that you have what it takes to stand toe to toe with me and you're set for however long your stay may be. Three months, six months, a year, a decade.. it doesn't matter. You make a splash right now, in this match, and the eyes of the world will be on you until the next guy comes in and says he is the future and you need to move out of his way. It's the neverending circle of WCF, Nathan. It's just stupidity. Guys like me crave and feed on ending the ideals the new guys bring, setting them straight, and getting them to realize the error of their ways. You have to remember I have been here ten years. In a the wrestling business, once you have been around for two you're considered "old and useless." So, by my math, I have been "old and useless" for eight years. Yet... I'm the champ, you are not.
When I said the belt is a prop, I didn't mean it in a bad way. But look at it. It's a sign the best in the company puts on their waist to make people know they're the man. I just don't need it. I said it before I won this championship that my match with Odin wasn't about being World Champion, but in order to fight the best, you have to hold the belt. That's why I want to hold onto this, not because I am a newbie belt mark. I know I am the top of the mountain, and to stay at the peak, this chunk of gold and leather has to stay on me. I fight for that, Nathan, what do you fight for other than the notoriety of being WCF World Champion? Don't get me wrong, I love the name. Corey Black, WCF World Heavyweight Champion. A dude that started out in NCW, WCF's mother federation, competing for the Cruiserweight Title. It's not every day a guy like me makes it. Keep that in mind. We fight for different things, mine much more important than yours. When your face is dripping off my boot from being turned to mush by my kicks, let it flow into your brain that I'm not doing this to be World Champion. I am doing it to be the fucking best.
Corey smiles and pats the WCF Title before walking off set. The camera follows, he steps down and walks into the hallway of the Arena, back into a locker room ... where Nikki Venus stands, tears in her eyes. Not four days ago she packed up all of Corey's stuff and cast him out of her home. Standing behind Nikki... Amanda Mosby, hands on her hips.
... rut roh.
Rewind a few months. Odin Balfore verses Creeping Death. Odin powerbombs CD five times, finishing it off with a Burning Hammer. That was the catalyst. Corey knew the 'Creeping Death' persona only brings a bad stigma about it. He's more vicious with the face paint. Odin's actions showed him the error of his ways. Corey put it away and focused on wrestling, that's why he left WCF for a while. There's a weight put on Corey's shoulders here. He's expected to be the best. A change of venue was needed. In ten years, Corey Black has never had to work his way up from the top. He's currently on the path elsewhere; and it's showing here. Show of hands, who thought Corey Black would be World Champion in 2012? Precisely.
What does this have to do with WCF, though? Well let me explain. Creeping Death has been attacking people for weeks now. There is a one legged wrestler who can no longer compete because CD broke his only leg. Hell, even Kaylyn got bashed in the skull.
Thing is, Corey Black kept telling people it wasn't him. He had put that in his past, now focusing on being the best he can be. Kinda tough with this crap happening. Alas, after a time, it has been revealed that it isn't Corey at all. Not in the least. Everyone just assumed it was him, even Nikki Venus, who kicked him out of her house in fear of being attacked. That's a big deal, as Corey was staying there because she lives midway between Reading and New York.
'Creeping Death' is still locked away in Corey, though. He let it out and it was amazing. The fury was overwhelming, something he has tried to hide. Nathan von Liebert is the very same way. He sees blood, and something triggers in him, unleashing 'Vlad.' These two men are of the same kin.
All of this impacts WCF in it's own way. Corey Black is now more dedicated than ever. His time elsewhere has proven to be exactly what he has needed to do to get his career back on track. Let's face it, before this, he was simply squandering around with little to no direction in the grand scheme of things. Now he's the World Champion, now he's main eventing by way of earning it and not on name value alone, and now he's more hungry than ever to prove WCF wrong.
The scene opens to a simple WCF banner hanging on the wall. The green and white letters pop off the black background, showing all the glory of the company. Green lights shoot up at an angle from the floor, and Corey Black walks into the shot. He's wearing a black hoodie, hood up, jeans, and WCF World Heavyweight Championship on his shoulder.
Corey Black
It's a rare occurrence when someone walks into a place and earns their way to the top in a short time. Nathan von Liebert has done just that. Three men fell by his hand at One, as he won the very first Invitational Tournament dedicated to the biggest event we have. Everyone else would come in and just demand a title shot because they think they're the best; Nathan proved he actually is worthy.
I don't care how you spin this, Nathan, but I don't hate you at all. You're mouthy as hell, and you clearly don't respect those who made WCF what it is so you can apply your craft in it's stage, but hey, you're no different than most everyone else here when they showed up. Everybody thinks the older guys are the enemy and they're the next big thing. The Future, if you will. Yet, here we are. In the future, all things considered. An older gentleman is on top of the WCF mountain. Hundreds of men have walked through the doors of the WCF Arena claiming to be the next big thing. I've seen those very same men walk out of the Arena with nothing but shame in their eyes as they went back to wherever they came. Not many have the staying power. You have your D-Day, your Johnny Reb, guys like Jay Price and Doc Henry. They were once just like you and the other hundred once. However, they stuck around through the good and bad.
Now, I know where you're going to go with this, and let me beat you to it. I know you're going to say you're different than all those guys, right? Well, as of now, no. Nate, you're the exact same, except you're in a better spot than most of them ever got to. The problem with that is, you're heading into a one on one match with WCF World Heavyweight Champion Corey Black. A few months ago, that would be the business end of a joke. Now it's a reality many people still cannot swallow.
Men like Odin Balfore, Joel Hall.. guys that know they can't get the job done. Jonny Fly, Gage Gannon, and Gravedigger. They've all tried, with the exception of Joel "Jobber Bait" Hall, and this was all in one match! I walked into War Games, went toe to toe with Odin Balfore, the baddest motherfucker on this Earth for more than a half hour, and won the match for my team. Where were you, Nathan? Being on XIII is one of the most prestigious honors you can get in WCF. I don't have to put anyone on that show if I don't want to. It was even more special this time, because I allowed Odin to choose his own partners... and HE didn't even choose you!
That's not to say I am unbeatable. Of course I am, I lost to D-Day just last week. Could I have broken out of that submission? Maybe. No sense in trying, though. Day and I knew exactly what needed to be done. I knew he wouldn't try to hurt me, just like he knew I wasn't going to try to hurt him. So, you came out and distracted me, Donald jumped on it and got a win over the World Champion. Good for him. In my eyes, that entitles him to a Title Match next week! US Title be damned, D-Day made me tap out, and he deserves a match for the belt.
Would you be as willing, Nathan? I mean, by no means have I been a fighting champion. I don't make the matches. If I did, I'd defend this thing like it is the TV Title. If I step through those ropes, I want to be defending this title. United States, Japan, Mexico, I don't give a fuck where I am. This belt I wear is a prop that tells everyone else that I am the best, when I know I am already, and I don't need a prop to prove it. You, Nathan, need this belt to show it. Say you win, and you become World Champion. Everyone knows I am still better. You may have won this one match, but in the grand scheme, Corey Black is still better than you in every way possible. Rankings are measured in the belts you wear. Careers are measured in the accomplishments you do otherwise.
I do find it curious that you seem to always cheap shot me. Last week after your distraction, you came in looking for a fight, and ended up hitting me with my own title. Even busted me open. Like it's never happened before! Two weeks ago, you assisted Mister Purse in driving me through a table in a very forgettable moment. Whoop de doo! For encompassing all there is about Dracula, you sure seem to be a boring cunt. If you're going to make this personal, and not business, you're going to have to do a lot more than talk shit and hit me with a belt. As far as I am concerned, once this match is over, you can go back to the curtain jerking battle royals. I felt like I needed to kill Odin Balfore. I feel like I need to shrug off Nathan von Liebert.
And, in the end, that's exactly what I will do. Congratulations on earning your first World Title Match. Well done on at least attempting to make anyone care. I'm sorry that you just didn't get it done. You even walk into this as the favorite, I think. The two times I have actually LOST the World Title, I had it for a total of like six days. Title defenses is my worst enemy. It's also just one more thing I need to prove. You look up and down what I have done, finally adding main eventing One, and you see "can't defend the World Title for shit." Kinda looks bad. Well, Nathan, I'm going to try to make history out of you.
Don't take it personal, though. See what I did there? I don't hate you, or want you to die or anything. You're just a dude in my way, really. Belt shot, whatever, I hope that made you feel something, because I felt like it was unnecessary. Such is the game, however. I'm probably the only guy in WCF to look over all this, and it's because I know in the end, it will be insignificant occurrences in my path. Much like Nathan von Liebert will be. A wasted One Invitational Winner, if you ask me. I'd rather be facing off with a decent opponent, not this emo kid.
Ah, that brings me to another point. Nathan von Liebert, the emo warrior. Multiple personality disorder.. come on. This is childs play. I know exactly what it's like to be you, Nathan. Some people would claim they'd cut their own head so Vlad would pop his head out and say hi, but not me. I've spent months telling people that I'm not going to unleash 'Creeping Death' on them because they asked for it. As such, I won't ask for Vlad, because I know you're better than that. I am better than Creeping Death, that's for damned sure. I don't need that crap and you don't either. You give me all you can as Nathan von Liebert and we'll be just fine. Because, let's be frank.. if you let Vlad out and piss me off, Creeping Death just might come out and that's just going to end in a mess. So, for the love of your future children... considering anyone would let you bone them... don't do it. I don't want to be responsible for that. It's well known that I haven't unleashed CD in a violent setting for months now, but the one time I did let it out, I made the guy piss his pants with WORDS.
Just show up and fight, Nathan, that's all I ask of you. Win or lose, go into the match knowing you'll be in the ring with the best you will probably ever see in WCF. I'll go into it knowing I have a lot to prove against this newcomer that thinks the old guys need to let the new ones have their spotlight. Well kid, this is your chance. Show the WCF brass that you have what it takes to stand toe to toe with me and you're set for however long your stay may be. Three months, six months, a year, a decade.. it doesn't matter. You make a splash right now, in this match, and the eyes of the world will be on you until the next guy comes in and says he is the future and you need to move out of his way. It's the neverending circle of WCF, Nathan. It's just stupidity. Guys like me crave and feed on ending the ideals the new guys bring, setting them straight, and getting them to realize the error of their ways. You have to remember I have been here ten years. In a the wrestling business, once you have been around for two you're considered "old and useless." So, by my math, I have been "old and useless" for eight years. Yet... I'm the champ, you are not.
When I said the belt is a prop, I didn't mean it in a bad way. But look at it. It's a sign the best in the company puts on their waist to make people know they're the man. I just don't need it. I said it before I won this championship that my match with Odin wasn't about being World Champion, but in order to fight the best, you have to hold the belt. That's why I want to hold onto this, not because I am a newbie belt mark. I know I am the top of the mountain, and to stay at the peak, this chunk of gold and leather has to stay on me. I fight for that, Nathan, what do you fight for other than the notoriety of being WCF World Champion? Don't get me wrong, I love the name. Corey Black, WCF World Heavyweight Champion. A dude that started out in NCW, WCF's mother federation, competing for the Cruiserweight Title. It's not every day a guy like me makes it. Keep that in mind. We fight for different things, mine much more important than yours. When your face is dripping off my boot from being turned to mush by my kicks, let it flow into your brain that I'm not doing this to be World Champion. I am doing it to be the fucking best.
Corey smiles and pats the WCF Title before walking off set. The camera follows, he steps down and walks into the hallway of the Arena, back into a locker room ... where Nikki Venus stands, tears in her eyes. Not four days ago she packed up all of Corey's stuff and cast him out of her home. Standing behind Nikki... Amanda Mosby, hands on her hips.
... rut roh.
