Post by Corey Black on Nov 26, 2006 2:32:00 GMT -5
We open the scene to the crow sitting on Creeping Death's 300c in a thunderstorm. Lightning crashes about, lighting up the alley, giving light to the darkness of Des Moines. Inside the building, Creeping Death stands before a ring and his mentor, The Crow. A few couches are positioned around the ring; as well as a TV. Creeping Death wanders over to a couch, and takes a seat. He just plops down, showing signs of frustration and angst.
The Crow: I'm glad you learned your lesson, Creeping Death. This world is filled with liars and cheaters. It's as certain as the sky is blue. Sooner or later, you're going to trust the wrong person, and it'll be turned right around on you. You learned this with Rick Mad, Kristen, and now Torture. People like that aren't worth friendship.
Creeping Death: So, fuck them, basically?
The Crow: Basically. What is the meaning behind Tables, Ladders, and Chairs?
CD stands up from the couch, and slides into the ring. He stands up in a corner and takes a seat on the top turnbuckle; not unlike he does before a wrestling match.
Creeping Death: It was just an idea I had. Originally, it was a No DQ Match, but I figured TLC would be way more fun. It's been about a year since my last one, too.
The Crow: I'm not so sure about that one. It would have been way more satisfying to have pinned or made Torture submit.
Creeping Death: Yeah, but it's not just about that. It's also about the World Title, and climbing back up the ladder the way I did. It may look like I got a title shot through circumstance, but that is only apparent to the ignorant. When I look into Torture's eyes, I don't see the blueprint. I don't see a creator. I see a stereotypical person in this society. A lying, cheating, ignorant ... assclown, for lack of a better term.
The Crow: I'm not going to say you're wrong, but look beyond that. Look beyond the title shot. Look to your former friend, a man you trusted, basically dangling a title over you. The World Title will literally be dangling above you, all you have to do is reach up. And to reach up, you have got to disable your former best friend, set up a ladder, an object you're probably the most familiar with, and climb it. You'll not only be the best in WCF, but you'll have done the impossible and defeated Torture.
CD drops down from the top turnbuckle, and then leans on the rope itself, back to The Crow, who is still in the middle of the ring.
Creeping Death: Like always, you're right. I'm going to walk into Revenge the old Creeping Death. No longer will I rely on the New Dynasty to have my back, only to have it thrown back at me. I'm revering back to an earlier day, back to when I made a name for myself. Laziness? No longer. I have once again found my stride, a reason to not let up.
Creeping Death looks back into the camera, The Crow watching on in satisfaction.
Creeping Death: Torture, you are that reason. Once you're out of my way, and I stand victorious as Wrestling Championship Federation's World Champion, this place will finally be mine. No week long title reigns. No jobbing out and not caring. Thank you, Tort. Thank you from me. Curses from the rest of WCF.
The Crow: Exactly. Now come, show me what you have learned.
Creeping Death: Me sho-
Before CD could finish, The Crow has him waistlocked and thrown backwards. CD backflips out of it, and lands on his feet. The Crow rushes towards him, but CD goes for a hip toss, but The Crow flips out of it. CD grabs The Crow in a suplex quickly, picks him up, and lays his feet on the top rope. CD jumps up, puts his knees in The Crow's face, and drops down. Before he hits, however, he presses The Crow's head up, as to not hit his move. The Crow is obviously surprised as to what has happened. The Crow puts his hands on the mat and pulls his feet off the top rope. CD stands up and stands face to face with The Crow.
The Crow: I ... I have no idea what just happened there.
Creeping Death: ... I'm back.
The Crow visibly smiles under his face paint, and pats CD on the shoulder as the scene fades out.
The Crow: I'm glad you learned your lesson, Creeping Death. This world is filled with liars and cheaters. It's as certain as the sky is blue. Sooner or later, you're going to trust the wrong person, and it'll be turned right around on you. You learned this with Rick Mad, Kristen, and now Torture. People like that aren't worth friendship.
Creeping Death: So, fuck them, basically?
The Crow: Basically. What is the meaning behind Tables, Ladders, and Chairs?
CD stands up from the couch, and slides into the ring. He stands up in a corner and takes a seat on the top turnbuckle; not unlike he does before a wrestling match.
Creeping Death: It was just an idea I had. Originally, it was a No DQ Match, but I figured TLC would be way more fun. It's been about a year since my last one, too.
The Crow: I'm not so sure about that one. It would have been way more satisfying to have pinned or made Torture submit.
Creeping Death: Yeah, but it's not just about that. It's also about the World Title, and climbing back up the ladder the way I did. It may look like I got a title shot through circumstance, but that is only apparent to the ignorant. When I look into Torture's eyes, I don't see the blueprint. I don't see a creator. I see a stereotypical person in this society. A lying, cheating, ignorant ... assclown, for lack of a better term.
The Crow: I'm not going to say you're wrong, but look beyond that. Look beyond the title shot. Look to your former friend, a man you trusted, basically dangling a title over you. The World Title will literally be dangling above you, all you have to do is reach up. And to reach up, you have got to disable your former best friend, set up a ladder, an object you're probably the most familiar with, and climb it. You'll not only be the best in WCF, but you'll have done the impossible and defeated Torture.
CD drops down from the top turnbuckle, and then leans on the rope itself, back to The Crow, who is still in the middle of the ring.
Creeping Death: Like always, you're right. I'm going to walk into Revenge the old Creeping Death. No longer will I rely on the New Dynasty to have my back, only to have it thrown back at me. I'm revering back to an earlier day, back to when I made a name for myself. Laziness? No longer. I have once again found my stride, a reason to not let up.
Creeping Death looks back into the camera, The Crow watching on in satisfaction.
Creeping Death: Torture, you are that reason. Once you're out of my way, and I stand victorious as Wrestling Championship Federation's World Champion, this place will finally be mine. No week long title reigns. No jobbing out and not caring. Thank you, Tort. Thank you from me. Curses from the rest of WCF.
The Crow: Exactly. Now come, show me what you have learned.
Creeping Death: Me sho-
Before CD could finish, The Crow has him waistlocked and thrown backwards. CD backflips out of it, and lands on his feet. The Crow rushes towards him, but CD goes for a hip toss, but The Crow flips out of it. CD grabs The Crow in a suplex quickly, picks him up, and lays his feet on the top rope. CD jumps up, puts his knees in The Crow's face, and drops down. Before he hits, however, he presses The Crow's head up, as to not hit his move. The Crow is obviously surprised as to what has happened. The Crow puts his hands on the mat and pulls his feet off the top rope. CD stands up and stands face to face with The Crow.
The Crow: I ... I have no idea what just happened there.
Creeping Death: ... I'm back.
The Crow visibly smiles under his face paint, and pats CD on the shoulder as the scene fades out.
