Post by Corey Black on Nov 23, 2006 21:58:57 GMT -5
Our scene opens up to Creeping Death facing away from the camera, looking at the glow of a television. The focus is blurred, no thanks to said television. CD is bouncing around, moving his right arm furiously, and his left is stretched outward from his body. Music is heard, that being of "Six" by All That Remains. As the camera focuses, we see a black object that is being held by CD. More focusing shows it is a plastic guitar. A green light signifies a PS2 is on. Sure enough, Creeping Death is playing Guitar Hero 2.
And, he sucks at it. Twings and twangs of missed notes are a plenty. When the meter gets into the red, CD pulls the guitar off himself, and throws it onto a chair in his hotel room.
Creeping Death: FUCK THAT GAME!
CD presses the PS2 button hard, almost hard enough to push it right off the TV. Jodia comes out of the bathroom, rubbing a towel on her recently washed wet hair.
Jodia: You really need to calm down.
Creeping Death: Calm down? Are you kidding me? I'm walking head first into a Tables, Ladders, and Chairs Match ... for the World Title ... against my former best friend. Combine that with him costing me the Television Title, and the years upon years I've had his back I jus-
Jodia: Seriously, all that doesn't matter. All that is going to do is psyche you out, exactly what Torture wants, and cause you to stumble. He's using your past, and the break up of The New Dynasty against you. If you've taught me anything this past year, it's that no matter what, be true to who you are, not what anything else thinks or says.
Jodia walks over to Creeping Death, and gives him a hug.
Jodia: You need to calm down, focus, and get ready for this. Whatever Torture has said was bullshit, anyways. He's not humble; right after saying that, he went on his own ego fueled rant. You held your own in the main events baby, you do what you need to do and it doesn't matter what happens. You're out there for yourself and me now, nobody else. The fans are along for the ride whether they love you or hate you.
Jodia lets CD out of the hug, and steps back. Creeping Death looks into her eyes.
Creeping Death: What did I do to deserve this, though? It was almost Torture's fault I'm getting a shot at the World Title, and this close to One? I- I don't know.
Jodia: Stop that! You've been with WCF since you were what, twenty? Nineteen maybe? You've put so much into WCF, why wouldn't Kyle give you a shot? You've had all of two shots this whole year. One against Torture shouldn't even count because of the drama during the match. He was yours if it wasn't for Reckless Jack, and you know that!
Creeping Death: I know, I know. I feel way better knowing it's just me again and all, but ... I don't even know.
Jodia: Don't worry about it. Get back to training, Corey. You know where you need to go. I'll be waiting here for you.
Creeping Death: ... alright.
Jodia pulls CD in for another hug, and afterwards, CD exits through the hotel room door. The scene fades to black.
And, he sucks at it. Twings and twangs of missed notes are a plenty. When the meter gets into the red, CD pulls the guitar off himself, and throws it onto a chair in his hotel room.
Creeping Death: FUCK THAT GAME!
CD presses the PS2 button hard, almost hard enough to push it right off the TV. Jodia comes out of the bathroom, rubbing a towel on her recently washed wet hair.
Jodia: You really need to calm down.
Creeping Death: Calm down? Are you kidding me? I'm walking head first into a Tables, Ladders, and Chairs Match ... for the World Title ... against my former best friend. Combine that with him costing me the Television Title, and the years upon years I've had his back I jus-
Jodia: Seriously, all that doesn't matter. All that is going to do is psyche you out, exactly what Torture wants, and cause you to stumble. He's using your past, and the break up of The New Dynasty against you. If you've taught me anything this past year, it's that no matter what, be true to who you are, not what anything else thinks or says.
Jodia walks over to Creeping Death, and gives him a hug.
Jodia: You need to calm down, focus, and get ready for this. Whatever Torture has said was bullshit, anyways. He's not humble; right after saying that, he went on his own ego fueled rant. You held your own in the main events baby, you do what you need to do and it doesn't matter what happens. You're out there for yourself and me now, nobody else. The fans are along for the ride whether they love you or hate you.
Jodia lets CD out of the hug, and steps back. Creeping Death looks into her eyes.
Creeping Death: What did I do to deserve this, though? It was almost Torture's fault I'm getting a shot at the World Title, and this close to One? I- I don't know.
Jodia: Stop that! You've been with WCF since you were what, twenty? Nineteen maybe? You've put so much into WCF, why wouldn't Kyle give you a shot? You've had all of two shots this whole year. One against Torture shouldn't even count because of the drama during the match. He was yours if it wasn't for Reckless Jack, and you know that!
Creeping Death: I know, I know. I feel way better knowing it's just me again and all, but ... I don't even know.
Jodia: Don't worry about it. Get back to training, Corey. You know where you need to go. I'll be waiting here for you.
Creeping Death: ... alright.
Jodia pulls CD in for another hug, and afterwards, CD exits through the hotel room door. The scene fades to black.
