Post by Corey Black on Nov 13, 2015 14:43:07 GMT -5
Cold open to The Myth in Minneapolis, Minnesota. Inside the nightclub people are rushing around, trying to put the finishing touches on the venue for the show tonight. The ring is set up, a lighting truss has been placed on the stage and the curtains drawn. Standing a few feet in front of the ring with a headset is Corey Black, directing traffic. This isn’t his first go-round with XIII. It’s the fourteenth overall event, Corey’s eleventh. Team of Torture, Jayson Price and Seth Lerch have all run one of these special shows. Notoriously known as a show where anything and everything can happen, people die, people are maimed, titles change hands and all hell breaks loose, tonight is no different. A steel cage is required, barbed wire ropes, barbed wire boards, ladders, and everything else under the sun needs to be placed and set up. That’s what all these workers are doing. From the backstage area walks Nate Nytro and Nikki Venus, the commentators for the night. They walk up to Corey and grab his attention.
Nate Nytro
Another go-round, eh Corey? Good times. Thanks for having me.
Corey Black
Nate, it’s a pleasure to have you. Nikki, same, I’m glad you’re both here.
Nikki Venus
Is your new girl-toy around? I’m dying to meet her.
Nikki is talking about the most famous person in the world at the moment, Taylor Swift. Corey and Taylor met at a charity event, rumors have been circulating for a while that something is happening between the two – and she happens to be the guest ring announcer for XIII tonight.
Corey Black
I’m fairly sure she isn’t here yet, no. She will be though. I think you’ll like her.
Nikki rolls her eyes. She and Corey have a history. A very, very long history. It’s never really worked out, though. Corey would chase her, she’d play hard to get, he’d get distracted with WCF and she’d come crawling.
Nikki Venus
Whatever you say.
Nate Nytro
I don’t know what your issue is, but she’s literally the nicest person on the planet, Nikki. It’s a miracle she’d even consider coming here to call names and weights.
Corey Black
She’s actually a real big fan. I was surprised as hell. And she throws a mean kick.
Nate Nytro
Haha yeah she does, Kate Winslet will never be the same. I mean she never would have been after Pantheon anyway but now she’s got brain damage. More brain damage.
CD and Nate night five while chuckling to themselves, Nikki Venus not impressed at all. She never did like Kate Winslet but something is pissing her off about this situation.
Nikki Venus
What are you going to do about Beachmania?
Corey Black
What would you expect me to do about it? I’m going to let the little boys jack themselves off while the men fight. This place is sold out, so even if we don’t broadcast – which we will – there will be fans to see the show. The most rabid, crazy crowd you could ask for.
Nate Nytro
This whole mess is confusing to me. You don’t have a job but you’re able to run a show? How does that work?
Corey Black
It’s Friday the 13th, Nate. I run a show every time I feel like I should. And this time, I felt like I should. Mainly to beat the shit out of Steve Orbit, but now it’s to prove to the Beach Krew that they don’t run my life. They think they can, but you know best, nobody controls me. Even if I don’t technically have a contract. That hasn’t ever stopped me before, it won’t stop me now.
Nate Nytro
Yeah, you’re right. There’s just so many of them. You have Pantheon, and that is about it. What are you going to do if they corner you?
Corey Black
Elbow every one of those twats right in their nose. I did it before, I’ll sure as shit do it again. They have a pack mentality, just like Orbit, they need people around them to feed off of or they’re nobody. I was by myself more than half of my career, and then I used my name to boost the worth of people I placed around me. I don’t NEED them, I CHOOSE to have them. That’s the difference.
Nikki Venus
What are you going to do with Pantheon now? You’re down to Purse, Richards and some nerd.
Corey Black
That nerd is one of the best young wrestlers I have seen in a long time. You’re right though, I see what you mean. I’ve done all I can for these guys. Jay Omega reached the pinnacle of his career, did something most other people only dream of, and then he pissed it all away. Sure, there was an assload of shenanigans, but he just up and bailed afterward. Jay Omega should be defending the WCF World Title on XIII, and the fact that he is not seriously hurts. We were on top of the world and in an instant we’re back to the bottom. I don’t know what I’m going to do, what we’re going to do. Rebuild, take a break, fold all together, I’ve thought about all of this. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to put those guys out on the streets so to speak, but something needs to change, and it won’t happen until One.
Nate Nytro
Keep your chin up, man. Eye on the prize, don’t overlook Orbit tonight. Dude will catch you off guard.
Corey Black
He absolutely will not, Nate. If anything, I’m catching his black ass off guard and then ripping it in half.
Nate and Corey fist bump, Nikki waves and the commentary team head off to the back to prepare for the night. Corey pulls the headset off his ear and puts it on a nearby table, taking a deep breath and overlooking the venue. Workers are carrying the steel cage passed Corey as he looks around, imagining a full club with a few hundred screaming fans. It is a few hours before the doors even open, but there’s a line outside already. Standing in the cold, waiting to get in and get the best possible vantage point to watch the show. Corey suddenly looks confused, looking down and patting his legs. His cell phone, in his pocket, had just pulsed. CD checks the message, a smile comes across his face. Corey heads to the ring, climbs in and jumps over to the stage (which is a tiny gap, no need to be a parkour master to do it) and heads through the curtain. Down a hallway to the back door of The Myth and out, where a black SUV with tinted windows is just pulling up. Corey stands at the back door, holding it open, as the ring announcer for the evening emerges from the vehicle.
Corey Black
Nice to see you again, Ms. Swift.
As Taylor steps out of the SUV, she smiles and hits Corey on the shoulder playfully.
Taylor Swift
Gosh you know I hate when you call me that! Nice to see you, doofus.
Corey Black
Haaa, that’s the point, you dork! Come on in, I’ll show you where your dressing room is.
Corey and Taylor head inside, and the workers rushing around all kind of stop and stare. Yeah, it’s kind of weird having a megastar in such a weird place, but it’s possible. Right? Of course it is. CD and TS (see what I did there) make it to the dressing room, which is conveniently right next to Corey’s.
Taylor Swift
Is there a doorway between these two rooms?
Corey Black
Well no..
Taylor Swift
That’s too bad.
TS smiles and heads inside her room, leaving Corey outside with his jaw nearly on the floor. Taylor opens her door once again, clearly in the middle of redressing.
Taylor Swift
Hey, go get ‘em. I’ll see you after.
She closes the door once again, and if CD’s jaw was on the floor before, it has made its way through the Earth’s crust and is in China by now. Corey takes a few moments to contain himself, and right as he’s snapping back into reality, he shakes his head and laughs to himself. The most famous and arguably most attractive woman in the world – damn. Corey’s focus switches, the lady can wait. He heads toward the back door once again but takes a left down some stairs and into the bowels of the Myth. It's dark and almost murky down here, clearly unkempt and never sees the light. Behind a few more doors is a desk, and a light shining from above. Corey takes his phone out and props it up on the desk, pointing to toward the light. CD steps forward just a little bit, hair covering his face which is in the darkness anyway. The scene cuts to the recording from Corey’s phone.
Corey Black
An annual tradition within WCF, every Friday the 13th I deem fitting. A show is held that showcases many, if not all of WCF's top stars, pitted against each other in combat unlike anything anyone has ever seen. Just a few pieces of this history: a match that took place on a simulated campground, a match where the only way to win is to stop your opponent's heart, and coming up tonight, a steel cage with electrified sides. This is the show that people wait years for. This is XIII.
The first few years went great. People went crazy, the boys in the back thought it was a good time - well most of them. Recently though, some shit has gone down. The FCC hasn't released the video tape from Thailand yet. I mean, God, it has been over a year. You'd think they'd give up. We did do some pretty messed up things to each other in that cage, but enough to get detained? I don't think so. The only thing that can possibly stop this broadcast from airing live is.. Beach Krew. And even then, they hardly have a chance. They might run WCF, but WCF doesn't run me. You look at the Beachmania card and see nothing but garbage after trash after Grime. Petrov gets a title match? Discount Alex Jones fights Gemini Battles' gay brother? Clusterfucks? You fuckfaces think anyone is going to pay to see your bullshit when I've booked easily the best card of the year? Give me a break.
It's funny, we have even booked the same people. Their choice, you know what I mean? They'll have to decide which show is sweeter to them, which match they'd prefer taking part in. Anybody that doesn't show up to XIII gets a loss, and if they have a title, I'll award the goddamn thing to the opponent. When I created this concept, WCF executives have me explicit rules - I had free reign over everything. I could have booked a World Title Match between two men that weren't even in contention and it would have happened because I willed it to. I could have booked a you're fired battle royal and put all of Beach Krew in it. If you didn't show up, out the door with you, and it would have held because that's just the way it is. Why didn't I do that? Why didn't I just make a WCF vs Beach Krew Handicap Tag You're Fired Match? What kind of emotion made me think 'no, that is a bad idea?'
You earned your takeover. Straight up. You won Hellimination, you were victorious where Pantheon failed, and this is your time to shine.
Except Friday the 13th, that's my time.
So put on your weak ass show. Do your very best to put XIII in a hole, but you won't. You can't. I was fired two weeks ago, and you know what that means? Absolutely nothing. XIII goes on even when my contract is terminated. WCF is my bitch forever no matter who runs this place. Hell, Donald Trump himself could become President and write a law that says I can't run XIII, I'd drop that stupid bastard on his feathery hair and laugh my way to pay-per-view. The only way XIII ends is when I say it does. Believe me when I say this, Beach Krew - XIII will end over my actual dead body. If you think firing me did anything but piss me off then you've got more than another thing coming. You've got a few things coming, actually. An elbow and a Burning Hammer, for starters. Threaten the wrestlers of this company all you want, even though they won’t admit it, they respect the XIII name far more than they could ever respect any of you as wrestlers or men. You’re children in the eyes of many, mere infants running a company you barely care about. Fucking shameful.
Speaking of elbows and Hammers, Steve Orbit has earned his ass about eighty. I'm honestly surprised he agreed to this match considering all the shit he has done and said about me. Orbit killed Pantheon as we knew it. He was the first and only man to shove a knife in our back. We knifed Jayson Price, but Orbit got us, and that stings. We elevated that man to legend status and that's how he repays us. Not only that, the sonofabitch turns around and gets in Jonny Fly's head too, causing HIM to leave! I haven't talked to Fly in months, even after we had our match, not a fucking word has been said. I couldn't tell you if he was alive or dead, and it's all thanks to Steve Orbit. The one guy I never thought would become such a prick. Beating down his own mother. Fuck.
What should I have expected from Orbit, though? He's a manipulator. Women flock to him in hopes of becoming rich and famous, instead he just gets them to sell their bodies for a few hundred a night. This is the same guy that thought Sarah Twilight would boost his stardom. Man, Genesis really worked out. So did that alliance with Waylon Cash. Orbit really knows how to pick associates. But then Cryogenix opened our doors to him, Kid P saw something in Steve Orbit - C-6 - that nobody else did. Phantasm saw a true talent hidden behind the glitz and the glamour. It was Pantheon that would polish that gem into a star. Kid Phantasm did the same thing for me, my career was at a standstill until Pantheon came around and allowed me in. I've done all I can for the men that took me in when I needed them most. I gave Pantheon name value, they could use me as a springboard to bigger and better things. I did the very same thing for Jay Omega, Alex Richards and the rest of them. Steve was the same case. He was shot to super stardom because he joined Pantheon and rubbed shoulders with me, with Fly, with Purse and Price - and Steve Orbit took all of it for granted. He went off and played with the Vapor Kings, which was even more short lived than a Jayson Price World Title reign, and then left. Just up and hit the bricks for a few months. Went and found his brother, his mother, and a whole new attitude. Still a prick, mind you.
Then Trios happened. Fly and Orbit knew they needed me. Fact of the matter is this, I was going to sit that one out. No joke. Pantheon had a team, I let Jayson Price lead the team and that was that. If I would have known then what I know now - I'd have stayed on the sidelines. Making it to the finals, only to lose to the DRG and be blamed for the loss. Yeah that's exactly the kind of tournament I wanted. I joined up because Jonny Fly asked me to. No politics, no turning my back on Pantheon, Jonny asked me to be on his team and to trust Steve Orbit. If there's one thing to be learned here, it's to never - ever - trust Steve Orbit.
I used to call this man my brother. CGX, Pantheon, Two Black Dudes - fuck I played along and pretended to actually be black for a fucking joke. And it was hilarious. We've had some great times, but all that fame will go to a man's head when it isn't going his way. He'll play the blame game and point the finger everywhere but where it should be. In the mirror. Steve, I didn't lose Trios. We all lost Trios. I've proven my worth, Thomas Bates couldn't beat me. I nearly captured the WCF Television Title. Jonny himself had more trouble putting me away than he did with most of the roster, and even then he barely did it. You, Orbit? You're walking into my house, dude. My state, my venue, my show, MY MAIN EVENT. You've never been in this situation before, you've never not had the upper hand or a way out. Nobody to back you up when you fall by my hand. It's just you and me out there, one will walk away, the other will be wheeled out.
You were chosen because if the way you've been over the last year. Our 'match' at Aftermath didn't do shit. You're still a little bitch even though I put up with your ass through Trios. Maybe after XIII, after I elbow some sense into your nappy head, you'll turn it the fuck around and realize how big of a cunt you are. I announced this match on May 31st, it is nearly six months in the making. All the planning, all the heartache and pain, I've been suppressing it, trying to channel everything I had into the senseless bullshit I've head to deal with since then. And none of it has mattered, because I have only been set on this day. It’s better than Thanksgiving, better than my birthday, a lot better than Christmas. November 13th will be celebrated from this day on because of the events that will occur tonight. It’ll be a WCF holiday, we’ll get paid time off to honor the night that Steve Orbit was destroyed once and for all.
This isn’t about beating you one on one, Steve. I don’t care if you win the match. You can pin me, you can knock me out, it doesn’t matter. This is about beating you as bad as you beat me. You were the catalyst. You’re the deciding factor that threw the last year in a tumble, all because you are as indecisive as a teenage girl on prom night. You jumped from stable to stable causing havoc in your wake, and nobody did anything about it because you always had backup. You always had someone waiting in the wings to come to your aid when you needed it most.
You have nobody at XIII. Not a single soul to save you from the ass-kicking you should have got three years ago. I’d just as soon tell the ref to fuck off and we do it like men – for the first time in your career – the rules are thrown out and the battle goes on until one man isn’t able to breathe. I have to commend you, though. You didn’t have to go through with this. You’ve been gone for months now, and even though I booked this about half a year ago, word going around is that you’re actually going to show up. You’re bringing your wrestling boots and you’re ready to throw down.
Except you’re not ready for what I’m bringing. The Corey Black that you know takes a back seat once or twice a year. Something more... interesting comes to the forefront. The longest-running WCF roster member, the Hall of Fame wrestler with skills unlike any to ever lace them up, the Avenger – all that goes away when the letters X and I enter the picture. The machete comes out, the anger takes over, and Steve, oh my God Steven Orbit, your life is in danger. I have to apologize, I’ve kind of been lying to you this whole time. Not in the literal sense, everything I have said about Steve Orbit is true. Every last detail. Hell, everything I have said about Corey Black is true as well. But I’ve been talking like this will be Corey Black verses Steve Orbit. And well – that’s the lie.
Corey steps forward into the light, revealing white face paint, black circles around his eyes fading to gray and then blending in, four black bars over his mouth.. this isn’t Corey Black at all. It’s – it’s…
Creeping Death
Tonight at The Myth in Minneapolis, Minnesota. Corey Black takes his rightful place in the back of my mind. He lets me out because he knows I’ll do to Steve Orbit what Corey Black never could. On day Steve Orbit gets beat within an inch of his life, a life he's used to do nothing but cause suffering to those around him. I hold Steve Orbit's very life in the palm of my hand throughout this entire night. I can do what I want when I want, and I'll do everything in my power to keep your life within my grasp, Steve.
And then, at the very end - I fucking take it away from you.
CD moves his hand out from behind his back to reveal a machete. Likely the very same one that has been at past XIII events against the likes of Adam Young and famously almost killing Jordan Caliban in Jonny Fly's basement.
Creeping Death
I’m coming for your blood, Orbit. Not looking to put you out for a few days, or beat you so bad you go back to obscurity, hell I don’t even want to put you in the hospital. I’m looking to put you in your grave tonight. To end the tyranny and the façade you’ve pulled since you stepped through the doors here at WCF. I guess in a weird way I become the true Avenger tonight. I’m going to avenge every single person you’ve turned your back on, every last WCF fan that bought your t-shirt and you spat in their face while taking their money. Every stable mate you have left out in the cold, and most importantly, I take you down for ME.
Creeping Death lunges toward the phone camera, ending the feed from it.
Later, fans have begun piling into the Myth. It is a clear five hours until show time, but the place is already packed and the fans are rabid. Chanting various things and having a blast. A couple of workers are frantically looking around out in the ringside area, heading back through to the backstage area. They’re shouting ‘has anyone seen Corey’ not knowing what happened before. The transformation has begun. One guy turns the very same corner to head down and Corey stands before him, almost like a ghost appearing out of nowhere. The worker is startled. Corey isn’t wearing the face paint, and he’s smiling.
Worker
Hey! Shit. Where have you been?
Corey Black
Around, getting stuff ready. What’s going on?
Worker
Press is here, how do you want to handle them?
Corey Black
Tell them to fuck off, I’m not talking to anyone. They can go to Beachmania if they want a circus. This show is for the fans, not the media. Keep them out of here unless they have a ticket.
Worker
Dude are you okay?
Corey Black
I’m fine.
Worker
Alright, I’ll go tell them to buy a ticket if they want to see a show.
The worker runs off, leaving Corey alone in the hallway. He walks toward the curtain but is stopped by an opening door on his right. It’s TS in a short sparkly white dress.
Taylor Swift
Almost show time, champ. Good luck out there.
Corey Black
Thanks, good luck to you too. I hope your dress doesn’t get stained. This is historically a very bloody night.
Taylor Swift
I kind of hope it does.. later.
Corey smiles but doesn’t react half as gushing as he did before. Oh no, it’s time to fucking murder. XIII is on, and there will be blood.
My god there will be blood.
Nate Nytro
Another go-round, eh Corey? Good times. Thanks for having me.
Corey Black
Nate, it’s a pleasure to have you. Nikki, same, I’m glad you’re both here.
Nikki Venus
Is your new girl-toy around? I’m dying to meet her.
Nikki is talking about the most famous person in the world at the moment, Taylor Swift. Corey and Taylor met at a charity event, rumors have been circulating for a while that something is happening between the two – and she happens to be the guest ring announcer for XIII tonight.
Corey Black
I’m fairly sure she isn’t here yet, no. She will be though. I think you’ll like her.
Nikki rolls her eyes. She and Corey have a history. A very, very long history. It’s never really worked out, though. Corey would chase her, she’d play hard to get, he’d get distracted with WCF and she’d come crawling.
Nikki Venus
Whatever you say.
Nate Nytro
I don’t know what your issue is, but she’s literally the nicest person on the planet, Nikki. It’s a miracle she’d even consider coming here to call names and weights.
Corey Black
She’s actually a real big fan. I was surprised as hell. And she throws a mean kick.
Nate Nytro
Haha yeah she does, Kate Winslet will never be the same. I mean she never would have been after Pantheon anyway but now she’s got brain damage. More brain damage.
CD and Nate night five while chuckling to themselves, Nikki Venus not impressed at all. She never did like Kate Winslet but something is pissing her off about this situation.
Nikki Venus
What are you going to do about Beachmania?
Corey Black
What would you expect me to do about it? I’m going to let the little boys jack themselves off while the men fight. This place is sold out, so even if we don’t broadcast – which we will – there will be fans to see the show. The most rabid, crazy crowd you could ask for.
Nate Nytro
This whole mess is confusing to me. You don’t have a job but you’re able to run a show? How does that work?
Corey Black
It’s Friday the 13th, Nate. I run a show every time I feel like I should. And this time, I felt like I should. Mainly to beat the shit out of Steve Orbit, but now it’s to prove to the Beach Krew that they don’t run my life. They think they can, but you know best, nobody controls me. Even if I don’t technically have a contract. That hasn’t ever stopped me before, it won’t stop me now.
Nate Nytro
Yeah, you’re right. There’s just so many of them. You have Pantheon, and that is about it. What are you going to do if they corner you?
Corey Black
Elbow every one of those twats right in their nose. I did it before, I’ll sure as shit do it again. They have a pack mentality, just like Orbit, they need people around them to feed off of or they’re nobody. I was by myself more than half of my career, and then I used my name to boost the worth of people I placed around me. I don’t NEED them, I CHOOSE to have them. That’s the difference.
Nikki Venus
What are you going to do with Pantheon now? You’re down to Purse, Richards and some nerd.
Corey Black
That nerd is one of the best young wrestlers I have seen in a long time. You’re right though, I see what you mean. I’ve done all I can for these guys. Jay Omega reached the pinnacle of his career, did something most other people only dream of, and then he pissed it all away. Sure, there was an assload of shenanigans, but he just up and bailed afterward. Jay Omega should be defending the WCF World Title on XIII, and the fact that he is not seriously hurts. We were on top of the world and in an instant we’re back to the bottom. I don’t know what I’m going to do, what we’re going to do. Rebuild, take a break, fold all together, I’ve thought about all of this. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to put those guys out on the streets so to speak, but something needs to change, and it won’t happen until One.
Nate Nytro
Keep your chin up, man. Eye on the prize, don’t overlook Orbit tonight. Dude will catch you off guard.
Corey Black
He absolutely will not, Nate. If anything, I’m catching his black ass off guard and then ripping it in half.
Nate and Corey fist bump, Nikki waves and the commentary team head off to the back to prepare for the night. Corey pulls the headset off his ear and puts it on a nearby table, taking a deep breath and overlooking the venue. Workers are carrying the steel cage passed Corey as he looks around, imagining a full club with a few hundred screaming fans. It is a few hours before the doors even open, but there’s a line outside already. Standing in the cold, waiting to get in and get the best possible vantage point to watch the show. Corey suddenly looks confused, looking down and patting his legs. His cell phone, in his pocket, had just pulsed. CD checks the message, a smile comes across his face. Corey heads to the ring, climbs in and jumps over to the stage (which is a tiny gap, no need to be a parkour master to do it) and heads through the curtain. Down a hallway to the back door of The Myth and out, where a black SUV with tinted windows is just pulling up. Corey stands at the back door, holding it open, as the ring announcer for the evening emerges from the vehicle.
Corey Black
Nice to see you again, Ms. Swift.
As Taylor steps out of the SUV, she smiles and hits Corey on the shoulder playfully.
Taylor Swift
Gosh you know I hate when you call me that! Nice to see you, doofus.
Corey Black
Haaa, that’s the point, you dork! Come on in, I’ll show you where your dressing room is.
Corey and Taylor head inside, and the workers rushing around all kind of stop and stare. Yeah, it’s kind of weird having a megastar in such a weird place, but it’s possible. Right? Of course it is. CD and TS (see what I did there) make it to the dressing room, which is conveniently right next to Corey’s.
Taylor Swift
Is there a doorway between these two rooms?
Corey Black
Well no..
Taylor Swift
That’s too bad.
TS smiles and heads inside her room, leaving Corey outside with his jaw nearly on the floor. Taylor opens her door once again, clearly in the middle of redressing.
Taylor Swift
Hey, go get ‘em. I’ll see you after.
She closes the door once again, and if CD’s jaw was on the floor before, it has made its way through the Earth’s crust and is in China by now. Corey takes a few moments to contain himself, and right as he’s snapping back into reality, he shakes his head and laughs to himself. The most famous and arguably most attractive woman in the world – damn. Corey’s focus switches, the lady can wait. He heads toward the back door once again but takes a left down some stairs and into the bowels of the Myth. It's dark and almost murky down here, clearly unkempt and never sees the light. Behind a few more doors is a desk, and a light shining from above. Corey takes his phone out and props it up on the desk, pointing to toward the light. CD steps forward just a little bit, hair covering his face which is in the darkness anyway. The scene cuts to the recording from Corey’s phone.
Corey Black
An annual tradition within WCF, every Friday the 13th I deem fitting. A show is held that showcases many, if not all of WCF's top stars, pitted against each other in combat unlike anything anyone has ever seen. Just a few pieces of this history: a match that took place on a simulated campground, a match where the only way to win is to stop your opponent's heart, and coming up tonight, a steel cage with electrified sides. This is the show that people wait years for. This is XIII.
The first few years went great. People went crazy, the boys in the back thought it was a good time - well most of them. Recently though, some shit has gone down. The FCC hasn't released the video tape from Thailand yet. I mean, God, it has been over a year. You'd think they'd give up. We did do some pretty messed up things to each other in that cage, but enough to get detained? I don't think so. The only thing that can possibly stop this broadcast from airing live is.. Beach Krew. And even then, they hardly have a chance. They might run WCF, but WCF doesn't run me. You look at the Beachmania card and see nothing but garbage after trash after Grime. Petrov gets a title match? Discount Alex Jones fights Gemini Battles' gay brother? Clusterfucks? You fuckfaces think anyone is going to pay to see your bullshit when I've booked easily the best card of the year? Give me a break.
It's funny, we have even booked the same people. Their choice, you know what I mean? They'll have to decide which show is sweeter to them, which match they'd prefer taking part in. Anybody that doesn't show up to XIII gets a loss, and if they have a title, I'll award the goddamn thing to the opponent. When I created this concept, WCF executives have me explicit rules - I had free reign over everything. I could have booked a World Title Match between two men that weren't even in contention and it would have happened because I willed it to. I could have booked a you're fired battle royal and put all of Beach Krew in it. If you didn't show up, out the door with you, and it would have held because that's just the way it is. Why didn't I do that? Why didn't I just make a WCF vs Beach Krew Handicap Tag You're Fired Match? What kind of emotion made me think 'no, that is a bad idea?'
You earned your takeover. Straight up. You won Hellimination, you were victorious where Pantheon failed, and this is your time to shine.
Except Friday the 13th, that's my time.
So put on your weak ass show. Do your very best to put XIII in a hole, but you won't. You can't. I was fired two weeks ago, and you know what that means? Absolutely nothing. XIII goes on even when my contract is terminated. WCF is my bitch forever no matter who runs this place. Hell, Donald Trump himself could become President and write a law that says I can't run XIII, I'd drop that stupid bastard on his feathery hair and laugh my way to pay-per-view. The only way XIII ends is when I say it does. Believe me when I say this, Beach Krew - XIII will end over my actual dead body. If you think firing me did anything but piss me off then you've got more than another thing coming. You've got a few things coming, actually. An elbow and a Burning Hammer, for starters. Threaten the wrestlers of this company all you want, even though they won’t admit it, they respect the XIII name far more than they could ever respect any of you as wrestlers or men. You’re children in the eyes of many, mere infants running a company you barely care about. Fucking shameful.
Speaking of elbows and Hammers, Steve Orbit has earned his ass about eighty. I'm honestly surprised he agreed to this match considering all the shit he has done and said about me. Orbit killed Pantheon as we knew it. He was the first and only man to shove a knife in our back. We knifed Jayson Price, but Orbit got us, and that stings. We elevated that man to legend status and that's how he repays us. Not only that, the sonofabitch turns around and gets in Jonny Fly's head too, causing HIM to leave! I haven't talked to Fly in months, even after we had our match, not a fucking word has been said. I couldn't tell you if he was alive or dead, and it's all thanks to Steve Orbit. The one guy I never thought would become such a prick. Beating down his own mother. Fuck.
What should I have expected from Orbit, though? He's a manipulator. Women flock to him in hopes of becoming rich and famous, instead he just gets them to sell their bodies for a few hundred a night. This is the same guy that thought Sarah Twilight would boost his stardom. Man, Genesis really worked out. So did that alliance with Waylon Cash. Orbit really knows how to pick associates. But then Cryogenix opened our doors to him, Kid P saw something in Steve Orbit - C-6 - that nobody else did. Phantasm saw a true talent hidden behind the glitz and the glamour. It was Pantheon that would polish that gem into a star. Kid Phantasm did the same thing for me, my career was at a standstill until Pantheon came around and allowed me in. I've done all I can for the men that took me in when I needed them most. I gave Pantheon name value, they could use me as a springboard to bigger and better things. I did the very same thing for Jay Omega, Alex Richards and the rest of them. Steve was the same case. He was shot to super stardom because he joined Pantheon and rubbed shoulders with me, with Fly, with Purse and Price - and Steve Orbit took all of it for granted. He went off and played with the Vapor Kings, which was even more short lived than a Jayson Price World Title reign, and then left. Just up and hit the bricks for a few months. Went and found his brother, his mother, and a whole new attitude. Still a prick, mind you.
Then Trios happened. Fly and Orbit knew they needed me. Fact of the matter is this, I was going to sit that one out. No joke. Pantheon had a team, I let Jayson Price lead the team and that was that. If I would have known then what I know now - I'd have stayed on the sidelines. Making it to the finals, only to lose to the DRG and be blamed for the loss. Yeah that's exactly the kind of tournament I wanted. I joined up because Jonny Fly asked me to. No politics, no turning my back on Pantheon, Jonny asked me to be on his team and to trust Steve Orbit. If there's one thing to be learned here, it's to never - ever - trust Steve Orbit.
I used to call this man my brother. CGX, Pantheon, Two Black Dudes - fuck I played along and pretended to actually be black for a fucking joke. And it was hilarious. We've had some great times, but all that fame will go to a man's head when it isn't going his way. He'll play the blame game and point the finger everywhere but where it should be. In the mirror. Steve, I didn't lose Trios. We all lost Trios. I've proven my worth, Thomas Bates couldn't beat me. I nearly captured the WCF Television Title. Jonny himself had more trouble putting me away than he did with most of the roster, and even then he barely did it. You, Orbit? You're walking into my house, dude. My state, my venue, my show, MY MAIN EVENT. You've never been in this situation before, you've never not had the upper hand or a way out. Nobody to back you up when you fall by my hand. It's just you and me out there, one will walk away, the other will be wheeled out.
You were chosen because if the way you've been over the last year. Our 'match' at Aftermath didn't do shit. You're still a little bitch even though I put up with your ass through Trios. Maybe after XIII, after I elbow some sense into your nappy head, you'll turn it the fuck around and realize how big of a cunt you are. I announced this match on May 31st, it is nearly six months in the making. All the planning, all the heartache and pain, I've been suppressing it, trying to channel everything I had into the senseless bullshit I've head to deal with since then. And none of it has mattered, because I have only been set on this day. It’s better than Thanksgiving, better than my birthday, a lot better than Christmas. November 13th will be celebrated from this day on because of the events that will occur tonight. It’ll be a WCF holiday, we’ll get paid time off to honor the night that Steve Orbit was destroyed once and for all.
This isn’t about beating you one on one, Steve. I don’t care if you win the match. You can pin me, you can knock me out, it doesn’t matter. This is about beating you as bad as you beat me. You were the catalyst. You’re the deciding factor that threw the last year in a tumble, all because you are as indecisive as a teenage girl on prom night. You jumped from stable to stable causing havoc in your wake, and nobody did anything about it because you always had backup. You always had someone waiting in the wings to come to your aid when you needed it most.
You have nobody at XIII. Not a single soul to save you from the ass-kicking you should have got three years ago. I’d just as soon tell the ref to fuck off and we do it like men – for the first time in your career – the rules are thrown out and the battle goes on until one man isn’t able to breathe. I have to commend you, though. You didn’t have to go through with this. You’ve been gone for months now, and even though I booked this about half a year ago, word going around is that you’re actually going to show up. You’re bringing your wrestling boots and you’re ready to throw down.
Except you’re not ready for what I’m bringing. The Corey Black that you know takes a back seat once or twice a year. Something more... interesting comes to the forefront. The longest-running WCF roster member, the Hall of Fame wrestler with skills unlike any to ever lace them up, the Avenger – all that goes away when the letters X and I enter the picture. The machete comes out, the anger takes over, and Steve, oh my God Steven Orbit, your life is in danger. I have to apologize, I’ve kind of been lying to you this whole time. Not in the literal sense, everything I have said about Steve Orbit is true. Every last detail. Hell, everything I have said about Corey Black is true as well. But I’ve been talking like this will be Corey Black verses Steve Orbit. And well – that’s the lie.
Corey steps forward into the light, revealing white face paint, black circles around his eyes fading to gray and then blending in, four black bars over his mouth.. this isn’t Corey Black at all. It’s – it’s…
Creeping Death
Tonight at The Myth in Minneapolis, Minnesota. Corey Black takes his rightful place in the back of my mind. He lets me out because he knows I’ll do to Steve Orbit what Corey Black never could. On day Steve Orbit gets beat within an inch of his life, a life he's used to do nothing but cause suffering to those around him. I hold Steve Orbit's very life in the palm of my hand throughout this entire night. I can do what I want when I want, and I'll do everything in my power to keep your life within my grasp, Steve.
And then, at the very end - I fucking take it away from you.
CD moves his hand out from behind his back to reveal a machete. Likely the very same one that has been at past XIII events against the likes of Adam Young and famously almost killing Jordan Caliban in Jonny Fly's basement.
Creeping Death
I’m coming for your blood, Orbit. Not looking to put you out for a few days, or beat you so bad you go back to obscurity, hell I don’t even want to put you in the hospital. I’m looking to put you in your grave tonight. To end the tyranny and the façade you’ve pulled since you stepped through the doors here at WCF. I guess in a weird way I become the true Avenger tonight. I’m going to avenge every single person you’ve turned your back on, every last WCF fan that bought your t-shirt and you spat in their face while taking their money. Every stable mate you have left out in the cold, and most importantly, I take you down for ME.
Creeping Death lunges toward the phone camera, ending the feed from it.
Later, fans have begun piling into the Myth. It is a clear five hours until show time, but the place is already packed and the fans are rabid. Chanting various things and having a blast. A couple of workers are frantically looking around out in the ringside area, heading back through to the backstage area. They’re shouting ‘has anyone seen Corey’ not knowing what happened before. The transformation has begun. One guy turns the very same corner to head down and Corey stands before him, almost like a ghost appearing out of nowhere. The worker is startled. Corey isn’t wearing the face paint, and he’s smiling.
Worker
Hey! Shit. Where have you been?
Corey Black
Around, getting stuff ready. What’s going on?
Worker
Press is here, how do you want to handle them?
Corey Black
Tell them to fuck off, I’m not talking to anyone. They can go to Beachmania if they want a circus. This show is for the fans, not the media. Keep them out of here unless they have a ticket.
Worker
Dude are you okay?
Corey Black
I’m fine.
Worker
Alright, I’ll go tell them to buy a ticket if they want to see a show.
The worker runs off, leaving Corey alone in the hallway. He walks toward the curtain but is stopped by an opening door on his right. It’s TS in a short sparkly white dress.
Taylor Swift
Almost show time, champ. Good luck out there.
Corey Black
Thanks, good luck to you too. I hope your dress doesn’t get stained. This is historically a very bloody night.
Taylor Swift
I kind of hope it does.. later.
Corey smiles but doesn’t react half as gushing as he did before. Oh no, it’s time to fucking murder. XIII is on, and there will be blood.
My god there will be blood.
