Post by Corey Black on Jul 12, 2007 3:53:37 GMT -5
Our scene opens up to the site of Thirteen (XIII), more importantly the construction of the Nightmare Chamber. Three trucks are leaving the scene, as a fleet of men are putting up the steel structure around a ring. Cars whiz by on the two streets and converge onto the single street at the end of the lot. The screen on the side of the building is lit up, displaying advertisements for Thirteen (XIII) in Japanese.
The men are slowly piecing together the Nightmare Chamber, complete with ominous tinted black Chamber in the corner, a Chamber that will house unimaginable weapons and carnage. The camera does not focus on the men, however, as it sweeps up to the building with the sign, and crouching on top of the sign is Creeping Death, looking down upon the men below. CD is significantly smaller than the sign, so the camera comes in right on him watching. Smiling. Eyes lit up with glee as his Nightmare Chamber comes to life.
Creeping Death: This is all mine. Thirteen (XIII), the Nightmare Chamber, Tokyo ... all of it. Mine. And it is fantastic to even think about. Where I've come from. Broken home, lost loved ones, horrible childhood. All of that leading into a wrestling career. Fighting my way through NWF and proving my worth, capturing the Hardcore Title there before leaving and heading to my home away from home, Net Championship Wrestling. One tournament, three matches into my NCW tenure produces a new Cruiserweight Champion in myself. Continuing through the ranks, eventually competing in the biggest main event NCW or WCF has ever seen, putting up my Cruiserweight belt against every other champion in the company in an elimination tag match for all the marbles. I came out of that NCW World Champion, my first. All of that leading to WCF, where I really made my mark on the business. Championships left and right, respect even though only a select few will admit it.
CD closes his eyes and stands up. Standing a good five stories over the ground below. The lot, the ring, the Chamber, the cars, standing tall over all of that.
Creeping Death: All of it leading to Thirteen (XIII), the biggest show of the year. WCF's WrestleMania would be One in the eyes of everyone else, but in my eyes, it's Thirteen (XIII). To compete for the World Title against Skyler Striker here at my own show is a blessing. He didn't have to put the title up. But he did. He's a fighter, he has heart, he has confidence. But does he have the tolerance? I've fought my way through a weed whacker to the ribcage. Men twice my size have dropped and ran to a corner after being hit with one. I not only continued on, but won the match, and put on the greatest show ever witnessed. The level of violence that will take place down below here will be on par with a fifty car pileup. I respect Skyler Striker as the great wrestler and competitor he is, but once he steps into the Nightmare Chamber, he is nothing but opposition.
CD crouches back down to the top of the screen, still flashing in Japanese text. The bright colors of the screen light the night sky, the lot below, and the streets beside. CD continues to watch on as the Chamber is constructed, almost like child birth.
Creeping Death: When inside, it is all about survival. How long can one man continue on through the violence just to have his hand raised in the end? Is Skyler going to be able to withstand being wrapped in barbed wire? What about slammed in a coffin of thumbtacks? Thrown from a fifteen foot scaffold? Will he be able to bounce back after being suplexed through panes of glass? Or the coup de grace, what will lie behind the tinted Chamber? It will be a battle, no doubt. A battle I have waged before and overcome. I know what to expect inside. It is nothing you can prepare for. Skyler, you can grab me and get me in the Lockdown all you wish. There is no level of punishment that can not ... nay ... will not be administered with a simple submission hold. That, my friend, will not get the job done as it basically did before.
CD stands up again, getting insanely serious.
Creeping Death: Skyler, I want you to do me a favor. Leave Jade in the hotel room. Don't let her attend this show. Don't let her come see you in the hospital after the show either. I don't want her to see a broken shell of a man she'd be forced to call "father." For you see, Striker, even over here in Japan ...
Creeping Death turns around and looks behind the building he is standing on. In the short distance is a familiar shaped tower with a curved Japanese style roof on it. But sure enough, inside, a giant bell swings and begins tolling. The camera pulls back and is back on Creeping Death, bell tower directly behind him.
Creeping Death: ... the bell tolls for you.
CD lowers his head and once again looks down upon the army of guys hard at work in the lot below. The scene fades to black, and when it is, the bell continues to toll three times before totally cutting.
WCFおよびはう死の現在XIIIを見る! 、打撃は7月第13の右の住んでいる!
(WCF and Creeping Death present XIII! Live, July 13th, right below!)
(WCF and Creeping Death present XIII! Live, July 13th, right below!)
The men are slowly piecing together the Nightmare Chamber, complete with ominous tinted black Chamber in the corner, a Chamber that will house unimaginable weapons and carnage. The camera does not focus on the men, however, as it sweeps up to the building with the sign, and crouching on top of the sign is Creeping Death, looking down upon the men below. CD is significantly smaller than the sign, so the camera comes in right on him watching. Smiling. Eyes lit up with glee as his Nightmare Chamber comes to life.
Creeping Death: This is all mine. Thirteen (XIII), the Nightmare Chamber, Tokyo ... all of it. Mine. And it is fantastic to even think about. Where I've come from. Broken home, lost loved ones, horrible childhood. All of that leading into a wrestling career. Fighting my way through NWF and proving my worth, capturing the Hardcore Title there before leaving and heading to my home away from home, Net Championship Wrestling. One tournament, three matches into my NCW tenure produces a new Cruiserweight Champion in myself. Continuing through the ranks, eventually competing in the biggest main event NCW or WCF has ever seen, putting up my Cruiserweight belt against every other champion in the company in an elimination tag match for all the marbles. I came out of that NCW World Champion, my first. All of that leading to WCF, where I really made my mark on the business. Championships left and right, respect even though only a select few will admit it.
CD closes his eyes and stands up. Standing a good five stories over the ground below. The lot, the ring, the Chamber, the cars, standing tall over all of that.
Creeping Death: All of it leading to Thirteen (XIII), the biggest show of the year. WCF's WrestleMania would be One in the eyes of everyone else, but in my eyes, it's Thirteen (XIII). To compete for the World Title against Skyler Striker here at my own show is a blessing. He didn't have to put the title up. But he did. He's a fighter, he has heart, he has confidence. But does he have the tolerance? I've fought my way through a weed whacker to the ribcage. Men twice my size have dropped and ran to a corner after being hit with one. I not only continued on, but won the match, and put on the greatest show ever witnessed. The level of violence that will take place down below here will be on par with a fifty car pileup. I respect Skyler Striker as the great wrestler and competitor he is, but once he steps into the Nightmare Chamber, he is nothing but opposition.
CD crouches back down to the top of the screen, still flashing in Japanese text. The bright colors of the screen light the night sky, the lot below, and the streets beside. CD continues to watch on as the Chamber is constructed, almost like child birth.
Creeping Death: When inside, it is all about survival. How long can one man continue on through the violence just to have his hand raised in the end? Is Skyler going to be able to withstand being wrapped in barbed wire? What about slammed in a coffin of thumbtacks? Thrown from a fifteen foot scaffold? Will he be able to bounce back after being suplexed through panes of glass? Or the coup de grace, what will lie behind the tinted Chamber? It will be a battle, no doubt. A battle I have waged before and overcome. I know what to expect inside. It is nothing you can prepare for. Skyler, you can grab me and get me in the Lockdown all you wish. There is no level of punishment that can not ... nay ... will not be administered with a simple submission hold. That, my friend, will not get the job done as it basically did before.
CD stands up again, getting insanely serious.
Creeping Death: Skyler, I want you to do me a favor. Leave Jade in the hotel room. Don't let her attend this show. Don't let her come see you in the hospital after the show either. I don't want her to see a broken shell of a man she'd be forced to call "father." For you see, Striker, even over here in Japan ...
Creeping Death turns around and looks behind the building he is standing on. In the short distance is a familiar shaped tower with a curved Japanese style roof on it. But sure enough, inside, a giant bell swings and begins tolling. The camera pulls back and is back on Creeping Death, bell tower directly behind him.
Creeping Death: ... the bell tolls for you.
CD lowers his head and once again looks down upon the army of guys hard at work in the lot below. The scene fades to black, and when it is, the bell continues to toll three times before totally cutting.
