Post by Corey Black on Jun 12, 2007 2:00:59 GMT -5
We open to a WCF Talk Show on WCF TV, Hank Brown is interviewing Shannan Lerch. Suddenly, the feed cuts.
The scene cuts to a WCF Arena, jam packed for some reason. Appears to be a house show of some kind, but it is now being broadcast on WCF TV. The crowd begins cheering as Zach Davis comes down the rampway. Zach enters the ring and is handed a microphone.
Zach Davis: WCF fans, welcome to a very special night. This is now being broadcast to millions of people on WCF TV, and we just cut off Shannan Lerch and Hank Brown.
The crowd begins laughing. Zach continues.
Zach Davis: As I said, very special. The month of July will be a hellacious one, as there is, yet again, Friday the Thirteenth. And you know what that means...
The crowd explodes in a "Thirteen!" chant.
Zach Davis: That's right, Creeping Death will present, on pay per view, his own show ... Thirteen. Apparently CD has a few announcements that he can't even wait to address, so, he asked to have some television time to announce them!
The lights go out, and the crowd goes bananas. Bells toll as the screen shows shots of a big wooden cross wrapped in barbed wire. It's a sunny day as the "happy" opening to "The Light That Blinds" by Shadows Fall plays.The crowd goes along with the sounds. "Doo-da-doo dooing" along with it. As the song gets darker and darker, the sunny day turns to night. Black clouds roll in and rain begins falling on the cross. Lightning crashes about. As the lightning crashes, white lights in the arena flash. When the song kicks up, thirty four seconds in, the entire crowd begins headbanging in unison and throwing the horns in the air as the lights come on just a tad, giving light to the dark. Standing on the stage is Creeping Death. The crowd pops even louder. CD is wearing his black nylon pants and a black shirt with "XIII" on it in lightning white lettering. Creeping Death makes his way down to the ring, and slides in, absorbing the cheers. CD and Zach Davis shake hands before Zach hands over the microphone and exits the ring, heading back up the ramp. Creeping Death lets the crowd die down a bit before speaking.
Creeping Death: In one month, Friday, July Thirteenth will be the third Thirteen (XIII) event. It's an event put on by yours truely, Creeping Death.
Every Friday the Thirteenth, I gather a few wrestlers to either put on a fucking show, or beat the shit out of eachother. Well, this time, there will be no graceful matches. Every single match has history. Has a grudge. Has a reason.
The first match I have SIGNED involves newcomer Lance Ryan. Now Lance, I know you have no business with me, and that's cool. But I do know you have business with someone else. Long time business. Someone I keep in contact with very well. Lance Ryan, at Thirteen (XIII) you will go one on one with a man returning for one night only. One match, and then he's out. Former WCF World Champion ... WCF Television Champion ... WCF Tag Team Champion ... Mister Ryan, you go one on one with ... J! J! BIGGS!
Crowd explodes in a "JJ Biggs! JJ Biggs!" chant. Creeping Death smiles as he puts the microphone to his side. CD allows the crowd to calm themselves down a bit before continuing.
Creeping Death: And as for the semi-main event? ... well ... I've been talking to another old friend. An old friend that has the hunger back. He knows what he wants, and he's going to go ahead and get it. As rocky as things were when he left, it's all smooth now. This, ladies and gentlemen, is Torture.
Jamais Vu by dredg hits the airwaves. Everyone and their grandfathers know what the hell is up now. The One and Only steps out onto the stage. Shaved his head a while ago, but the hair is still short. Black G-Unit Jeans down to the dark blue and white DWade shoes. White long sleeve button up shirt across the chest, and that one cute cocky smile across the face. The Tort walks down the ramp and steps inside the WCFs version of the squared-circle. The Tort takes the microphone from Creeping Deaths hand. The crowd is already chanting TORT! TORT! TORT! Creeping Death applauds and laughs as The Tort puts the microphone to his lips.
Torture: To be the true to myself, and you fans, I have to be real honest. To be on top of my personal game, I have to be on top of my professional game. There is only place that could hold a fight so big. A fight that would evolve wrestling fans, and the media alike. One fight that will change the course of Wrestling Championship Federation. I'm talking about an ol' fashioned 'GET IT ON' kind of wrestling match.
Seth Lerch. You have made it very hard for me in WCF. You often left me hanging out on limbs, and never supported me in front of everyone when you had the chance to. You pushed and pushed, and then dropped me like a sack of dimes. I understand. I really do, Seth. I get it, you know, bussiness IS bussiness. I have to ask you though, who supported you when the roster was getting low? Who pushed the envelope to get the ratings back on top? Who went toe to toe with your boy Logan just to prove a point? Who accepted the fact that one day I was going to lose, and it was going to be on YOUR time? Who entertained these fans when you could hardly throw a card together? Thats right. Torture did.
WEEK IN AND WEEK OUT SETH, I BUSTED MY GOD DAMN BACK FOR YOU AND THESE FANS! KNOW WHAT I GOT? A SHOVE OUT THE DOOR AND A 'SEE YA LATER!'. YOU DIDN'T GIVE A CRAP ABOUT ME THEN, AND YOU PROBABLY DON'T NOW!
This is the same Seth Lerch that got rid of a young african-american kid, a woman wrestler, a japanese wrestler, a barbed-wire eating wrestler, and countless others. You want huge rosters, but man, are so many wrestlers quick to duck out the door as soon as something happens, and for what? For what Seth? Attitude reflects leadership, and you're not doing so good at the helm, brotha. I'm going to save it though, Seth, and at Thirteen, You and I will go one on one whether you want to or not. There will be blood, and there will be a winner. Oh, how lucky that Friday will be. I think may call it... Tortures Good Friday...
Torture hands off the mic back to Creeping Death, as the crowd chants "THE CHAMP IS BACK!" to Torture as he exits the ring and heads back up the ramp. Creeping Death claps again and continues after Tort is in the back.
Creeping Death: And how is that topped, you ask? The main event, of course. A few weeks ago, I had a match with our current World Champion, Skyler Striker. To say the match was anything less than epic is an understatement. I doubt you'll ever have competition like that again. Problem is ... the finish was, well, shoddy. Sure, I passed out, but that's no way to beat a worthy opponent in a World Title Match, now is it?
Crowd. Goes. Bananas.
Creeping Death: Skyler, I know you have a tough match coming up with Bobby Cairo, and I respect that. Thus, the main event of Thirteen (XIII) will be myself, Creeping Death, against Skyler Striker ... World Title or not. I know I can beat you, Striker. If I can't, I want it done right, at least.
Even better, if you do beat Cairo at Explosion, I'll leave it up to you as to if you want to put the World Title on the line or not. I won't say that isn't a factor, and I don't want it to be a Title Match, because I'd love nothing more. But the fact remains, this is just about beating you. You want to put the belt up? Cool by me. You don't want to? Awesome. Your shoulders will be pinned down regardless.
That being said, Creeping Death drops the microphone and rolls out of the ring, slapping the hands of some fans along the way. The scene fades out as CD goes through the curtain, and we're back to Hank Brown talking to Shannan Lerch.
The scene cuts to a WCF Arena, jam packed for some reason. Appears to be a house show of some kind, but it is now being broadcast on WCF TV. The crowd begins cheering as Zach Davis comes down the rampway. Zach enters the ring and is handed a microphone.
Zach Davis: WCF fans, welcome to a very special night. This is now being broadcast to millions of people on WCF TV, and we just cut off Shannan Lerch and Hank Brown.
The crowd begins laughing. Zach continues.
Zach Davis: As I said, very special. The month of July will be a hellacious one, as there is, yet again, Friday the Thirteenth. And you know what that means...
The crowd explodes in a "Thirteen!" chant.
Zach Davis: That's right, Creeping Death will present, on pay per view, his own show ... Thirteen. Apparently CD has a few announcements that he can't even wait to address, so, he asked to have some television time to announce them!
The lights go out, and the crowd goes bananas. Bells toll as the screen shows shots of a big wooden cross wrapped in barbed wire. It's a sunny day as the "happy" opening to "The Light That Blinds" by Shadows Fall plays.The crowd goes along with the sounds. "Doo-da-doo dooing" along with it. As the song gets darker and darker, the sunny day turns to night. Black clouds roll in and rain begins falling on the cross. Lightning crashes about. As the lightning crashes, white lights in the arena flash. When the song kicks up, thirty four seconds in, the entire crowd begins headbanging in unison and throwing the horns in the air as the lights come on just a tad, giving light to the dark. Standing on the stage is Creeping Death. The crowd pops even louder. CD is wearing his black nylon pants and a black shirt with "XIII" on it in lightning white lettering. Creeping Death makes his way down to the ring, and slides in, absorbing the cheers. CD and Zach Davis shake hands before Zach hands over the microphone and exits the ring, heading back up the ramp. Creeping Death lets the crowd die down a bit before speaking.
Creeping Death: In one month, Friday, July Thirteenth will be the third Thirteen (XIII) event. It's an event put on by yours truely, Creeping Death.
Every Friday the Thirteenth, I gather a few wrestlers to either put on a fucking show, or beat the shit out of eachother. Well, this time, there will be no graceful matches. Every single match has history. Has a grudge. Has a reason.
The first match I have SIGNED involves newcomer Lance Ryan. Now Lance, I know you have no business with me, and that's cool. But I do know you have business with someone else. Long time business. Someone I keep in contact with very well. Lance Ryan, at Thirteen (XIII) you will go one on one with a man returning for one night only. One match, and then he's out. Former WCF World Champion ... WCF Television Champion ... WCF Tag Team Champion ... Mister Ryan, you go one on one with ... J! J! BIGGS!
Crowd explodes in a "JJ Biggs! JJ Biggs!" chant. Creeping Death smiles as he puts the microphone to his side. CD allows the crowd to calm themselves down a bit before continuing.
Creeping Death: And as for the semi-main event? ... well ... I've been talking to another old friend. An old friend that has the hunger back. He knows what he wants, and he's going to go ahead and get it. As rocky as things were when he left, it's all smooth now. This, ladies and gentlemen, is Torture.
Jamais Vu by dredg hits the airwaves. Everyone and their grandfathers know what the hell is up now. The One and Only steps out onto the stage. Shaved his head a while ago, but the hair is still short. Black G-Unit Jeans down to the dark blue and white DWade shoes. White long sleeve button up shirt across the chest, and that one cute cocky smile across the face. The Tort walks down the ramp and steps inside the WCFs version of the squared-circle. The Tort takes the microphone from Creeping Deaths hand. The crowd is already chanting TORT! TORT! TORT! Creeping Death applauds and laughs as The Tort puts the microphone to his lips.
Torture: To be the true to myself, and you fans, I have to be real honest. To be on top of my personal game, I have to be on top of my professional game. There is only place that could hold a fight so big. A fight that would evolve wrestling fans, and the media alike. One fight that will change the course of Wrestling Championship Federation. I'm talking about an ol' fashioned 'GET IT ON' kind of wrestling match.
Seth Lerch. You have made it very hard for me in WCF. You often left me hanging out on limbs, and never supported me in front of everyone when you had the chance to. You pushed and pushed, and then dropped me like a sack of dimes. I understand. I really do, Seth. I get it, you know, bussiness IS bussiness. I have to ask you though, who supported you when the roster was getting low? Who pushed the envelope to get the ratings back on top? Who went toe to toe with your boy Logan just to prove a point? Who accepted the fact that one day I was going to lose, and it was going to be on YOUR time? Who entertained these fans when you could hardly throw a card together? Thats right. Torture did.
WEEK IN AND WEEK OUT SETH, I BUSTED MY GOD DAMN BACK FOR YOU AND THESE FANS! KNOW WHAT I GOT? A SHOVE OUT THE DOOR AND A 'SEE YA LATER!'. YOU DIDN'T GIVE A CRAP ABOUT ME THEN, AND YOU PROBABLY DON'T NOW!
This is the same Seth Lerch that got rid of a young african-american kid, a woman wrestler, a japanese wrestler, a barbed-wire eating wrestler, and countless others. You want huge rosters, but man, are so many wrestlers quick to duck out the door as soon as something happens, and for what? For what Seth? Attitude reflects leadership, and you're not doing so good at the helm, brotha. I'm going to save it though, Seth, and at Thirteen, You and I will go one on one whether you want to or not. There will be blood, and there will be a winner. Oh, how lucky that Friday will be. I think may call it... Tortures Good Friday...
Torture hands off the mic back to Creeping Death, as the crowd chants "THE CHAMP IS BACK!" to Torture as he exits the ring and heads back up the ramp. Creeping Death claps again and continues after Tort is in the back.
Creeping Death: And how is that topped, you ask? The main event, of course. A few weeks ago, I had a match with our current World Champion, Skyler Striker. To say the match was anything less than epic is an understatement. I doubt you'll ever have competition like that again. Problem is ... the finish was, well, shoddy. Sure, I passed out, but that's no way to beat a worthy opponent in a World Title Match, now is it?
Crowd. Goes. Bananas.
Creeping Death: Skyler, I know you have a tough match coming up with Bobby Cairo, and I respect that. Thus, the main event of Thirteen (XIII) will be myself, Creeping Death, against Skyler Striker ... World Title or not. I know I can beat you, Striker. If I can't, I want it done right, at least.
Even better, if you do beat Cairo at Explosion, I'll leave it up to you as to if you want to put the World Title on the line or not. I won't say that isn't a factor, and I don't want it to be a Title Match, because I'd love nothing more. But the fact remains, this is just about beating you. You want to put the belt up? Cool by me. You don't want to? Awesome. Your shoulders will be pinned down regardless.
That being said, Creeping Death drops the microphone and rolls out of the ring, slapping the hands of some fans along the way. The scene fades out as CD goes through the curtain, and we're back to Hank Brown talking to Shannan Lerch.
