Post by Corey Black on Nov 26, 2006 14:29:00 GMT -5
The scene opens up to a long hallway. Red carpet on the floor, red doors on either side, and gold numbers on said doors. Various vending machines at the end of the hallway give some kind of significance to the area. The camera is basically sitting on the floor when suddenly someone steps over it. Black pants with white outlines of the pockets and all the stitiching. Metallica t-shirt. Kinda long but not really too long black hair. Creeping Death has an orange backpack on his back. The camera follows him.
Creeping Death: Such a long trip from Iowa to Pennsylvania. Christ.
CD continues to make his way down the hall, before stopping at a door. Room 616. He knocks and leans on the wall, waiting. Not too long after, Jodia answers the door and comes flying out with a jumping hug.
Creeping Death: You REALLY like hugs, don't you?
Not phased by CD's almost humor, Jodia continues the hug while CD manuvers his way into the hotel room. CD sits on the bed.
Jodia: You see Torture's new ... interview?
Creeping Death: I caught it in the airport terminal. Still spewing a ton of nonsense.
Jodia: No kidding. Does he listen to you at all?
Creeping Death: He HALF WAY listens. When I said I was the Frost he beat, he failed to mention that I let him win that match. It was clearly evident in the fact that I didn't do anything when I had plenty of chances. It doesn't even matter to him, though. It's apparent he has selective hearing throughout. Nobody gives him credit, because well, he kinda sucks? I mean, his constant onslaught of bullshit surely tires everyone out, and it's even gotten to me a little. I can't believe someone could go on television six times, basically repeat themselves, and not even listen. When it comes time for the match, whoever he's facing is up to their neck in crap, so much that they can't even sleep at night, they're trying to figure everything out.
Jodia: What about all those guys he listed? Madd Dogg?
Creeping Death: Ha, Madd Dogg will forever be remembered for that horribly bad Euthanasia Chamber Match. I'm surprised I'm not dead. I'm surprised everyone involved isn't dead!
Jodia: Rick Mad?
Creeping Death: ... jobber to the stars. Paper champion. Tag Team guy. The list goes on and on ... and further downhill.
Jodia: Outcast and Reckless Jack?
Creeping Death: Who? Whatever. Torture has nothing going for him at this point. Every single thing he has said was either a half-truth or some made up federation I booked for. Careless hurtful words to others? hah.
Jodia: I think you mean "Heh."
CD gets a sad look on his face. Like this, with a mask.
Creeping Death: Oh whatever. Little does he know, prior to XIII, I was set to get a Television Title Match, or a Jobber Gauntlet Match. Whichever one I had on Slam, the other I'd get on the pay per view prior. I didn't get either one. Thus, when I beat Steve Carr for my three wishes, I basically rewarded myself with XIII. Everyone on the WCF website, including wrestlers, have said it was one of the better shows. Regardless if the match that should have been the main event was, and Torture is a jealous asshole because his World Title Match was bumped for a better, more entertaining, and overall awesome match like the Camp Crystal Lake Match. Every word the man says can be traced back, looked at, and refuted. Every. Single Word.
No belltower because before the bell tower, before Kristen, before the titles, hell, before my wrestling career, there was one man that helped me through my personal life. That man was The Crow. He took me in, became my father figure, and taught me the art of wrestling. You've met the guy before, why didn't you make fun of him then? Maybe that's when you had respect for the people around you? Whatever the case my be, I have my history, you have yours. They're both filled with shady characters. Our futures, though? Yours is still filled with shady characters, whereas mine is filled with gold.
My stride is back, Torture. Look at this past week, these past few months. I've shown up for everything, and done what needed to be done. No more skipping shows. No more pointless trips to Kansas. When The New Dynasty started, I felt like I needed to turn shit around and be there for you guys. Now that we're no more, I have looked to a new source of inspiration. A new reason to keep going. And it's around your waist. I don't care who you've beaten, because frankly, I've beaten most of them as well, with some others thrown in that you've never even laid eyes on. Past battles mean nothing when you walk into Tables, Ladders, and Chairs. The only thing that matters, is who has the heart, and the will to put their body on the line to achieve greatness. I'm out there to do just that. But also ... to break you. Good luck, Torture. I wish you the BEST of luck. Not saying you'll need it ... but ...
Jodia: ... you sure will.
With that, the scene fades out, Creeping Death placing his hand over the camera.
Creeping Death: Such a long trip from Iowa to Pennsylvania. Christ.
CD continues to make his way down the hall, before stopping at a door. Room 616. He knocks and leans on the wall, waiting. Not too long after, Jodia answers the door and comes flying out with a jumping hug.
Creeping Death: You REALLY like hugs, don't you?
Not phased by CD's almost humor, Jodia continues the hug while CD manuvers his way into the hotel room. CD sits on the bed.
Jodia: You see Torture's new ... interview?
Creeping Death: I caught it in the airport terminal. Still spewing a ton of nonsense.
Jodia: No kidding. Does he listen to you at all?
Creeping Death: He HALF WAY listens. When I said I was the Frost he beat, he failed to mention that I let him win that match. It was clearly evident in the fact that I didn't do anything when I had plenty of chances. It doesn't even matter to him, though. It's apparent he has selective hearing throughout. Nobody gives him credit, because well, he kinda sucks? I mean, his constant onslaught of bullshit surely tires everyone out, and it's even gotten to me a little. I can't believe someone could go on television six times, basically repeat themselves, and not even listen. When it comes time for the match, whoever he's facing is up to their neck in crap, so much that they can't even sleep at night, they're trying to figure everything out.
Jodia: What about all those guys he listed? Madd Dogg?
Creeping Death: Ha, Madd Dogg will forever be remembered for that horribly bad Euthanasia Chamber Match. I'm surprised I'm not dead. I'm surprised everyone involved isn't dead!
Jodia: Rick Mad?
Creeping Death: ... jobber to the stars. Paper champion. Tag Team guy. The list goes on and on ... and further downhill.
Jodia: Outcast and Reckless Jack?
Creeping Death: Who? Whatever. Torture has nothing going for him at this point. Every single thing he has said was either a half-truth or some made up federation I booked for. Careless hurtful words to others? hah.
Jodia: I think you mean "Heh."
CD gets a sad look on his face. Like this, with a mask.
Creeping Death: Oh whatever. Little does he know, prior to XIII, I was set to get a Television Title Match, or a Jobber Gauntlet Match. Whichever one I had on Slam, the other I'd get on the pay per view prior. I didn't get either one. Thus, when I beat Steve Carr for my three wishes, I basically rewarded myself with XIII. Everyone on the WCF website, including wrestlers, have said it was one of the better shows. Regardless if the match that should have been the main event was, and Torture is a jealous asshole because his World Title Match was bumped for a better, more entertaining, and overall awesome match like the Camp Crystal Lake Match. Every word the man says can be traced back, looked at, and refuted. Every. Single Word.
No belltower because before the bell tower, before Kristen, before the titles, hell, before my wrestling career, there was one man that helped me through my personal life. That man was The Crow. He took me in, became my father figure, and taught me the art of wrestling. You've met the guy before, why didn't you make fun of him then? Maybe that's when you had respect for the people around you? Whatever the case my be, I have my history, you have yours. They're both filled with shady characters. Our futures, though? Yours is still filled with shady characters, whereas mine is filled with gold.
My stride is back, Torture. Look at this past week, these past few months. I've shown up for everything, and done what needed to be done. No more skipping shows. No more pointless trips to Kansas. When The New Dynasty started, I felt like I needed to turn shit around and be there for you guys. Now that we're no more, I have looked to a new source of inspiration. A new reason to keep going. And it's around your waist. I don't care who you've beaten, because frankly, I've beaten most of them as well, with some others thrown in that you've never even laid eyes on. Past battles mean nothing when you walk into Tables, Ladders, and Chairs. The only thing that matters, is who has the heart, and the will to put their body on the line to achieve greatness. I'm out there to do just that. But also ... to break you. Good luck, Torture. I wish you the BEST of luck. Not saying you'll need it ... but ...
Jodia: ... you sure will.
With that, the scene fades out, Creeping Death placing his hand over the camera.
