Post by Corey Black on Sept 17, 2006 1:00:24 GMT -5
The scene opens up to slow motion footage of Creeping Death and Torture standing on the WCF Stage, CD's arms stretched out in the crucifix pose, Torture holding the WCF Title Belt above his head. This slowly fades out as "Who We Are" by Venaculas begins to play.
Venaculas: This is who we are...
Footage of Torture hitting the Torture's Device on Howard Dean in their Payback match is shown. Tort drops Dean, who is bleeding, viciously.
Also from Payback, Creeping Death looks down from the roof of the Nightmare Chamber and lets go, dropping the entire 30 feet, landing on Frost, who was prone on a table covered in glass, with barbed wire on top of him. The table itself shatters much like glass.
Venaculas: This is who we'll be...
Torture stands over Reckless Jack, holding the WCF Title high into the air!
Creeping Death is shown standing over Ellis and JoJo, Hardcore Title in his hand.
Venaculas: We're not gonna go and change our lives so we can meet your needs...
The scene switches out as Venaculas fades. Fading back in, we see a live shot of Creeping Death. CD is sitting alone in a hotel room on a couch. The room is dimly lit, hardly anything is visible. A light shines down on CD from above, almost in a messiah-like showing. The white jersey glistens in the light, and then darkens with the '666' on it. CD raises his head and looks into the camera.
Creeping Death: Last week, I laid it down. No more Steve Carr to ruin everything, and his replacement, Kyle Steel and the comitty, are now in power. Power, might I add, that should be divided among a select few. Not in the hands of Seth Lerch. Not in the hands of Logan. And, most recently, not in the hands of Steve Carr.
Why didn't I wish myself to power? I'd be selfish. I know for a fact that I'd favor the New Dynasty. Why wouldn't I? Nobody would be there to tell me no. It would be too easy.
However, that is why I wished for a show on Friday, October thirteenth. I make the matches. Every single person on the roster is in the palm of my hand. Every single title holder could be stripped and forced to watch as two other men battle for their title. It's soley my decision as to what happens. As a teaser, I already have the main event all lined up. It's in my head, and by God, it'll be huge. To say that the main event scene will be given back to the New Dyansty as a whole is an understatement. What do I have in mind? Whenever I get the 'ok' to announce the card, I'll be sure to jump on it. Until then...
CD stands up from the couch, and walks over to a lone table. Sitting on the table is a briefcase, much like the Money in the Bank World Title contract.
Creeping Death: This briefcase contains a document. On that document is an open space, and the signature of one Kyle Steel. Whatever my heart desires gets written in the open space, and it's done. I could wish myself World Champion. Logan could never have a job here in WCF again. A pay raise of three million dollars a match. You name it, I can do it. The document stays in this case until I see fit to use it. Tomorrow ... next week ... in a year ... next version of WCF ... whenever.
That brings me to Slam. Chino and JackHammer, WCF Tag Team Champions, and resident assclowns, apparently. How JackHammer still has a job is beyond me. He should have been gone with, well, Beyond. A big bumbling oaf like that should be employed by Vince McMahon, not WCF. We're about wrestling. WRESTLING.
Maybe I should use my wish on a drug program, and then we could get rid of Chino as well. Dude HAS to be high twenty-four/seven. Writing letters to himself and stuff. And the guy thinks he'll get through Torture twice in a week? Pshaaaw. He must be getting the good stuff from Africa.
The bottom line remains. We are the New Dynasty. We will be the greatest group of wrestlers to take on WCF. This is who we are. This is who we'll be. Sunday at Slam, Devistation Inc., the bell tolls for ... you.
With this all said, Creeping Death lowers his head towards the floor as the scene fades out.
Venaculas: This is who we are...
Footage of Torture hitting the Torture's Device on Howard Dean in their Payback match is shown. Tort drops Dean, who is bleeding, viciously.
Also from Payback, Creeping Death looks down from the roof of the Nightmare Chamber and lets go, dropping the entire 30 feet, landing on Frost, who was prone on a table covered in glass, with barbed wire on top of him. The table itself shatters much like glass.
Venaculas: This is who we'll be...
Torture stands over Reckless Jack, holding the WCF Title high into the air!
Creeping Death is shown standing over Ellis and JoJo, Hardcore Title in his hand.
Venaculas: We're not gonna go and change our lives so we can meet your needs...
The scene switches out as Venaculas fades. Fading back in, we see a live shot of Creeping Death. CD is sitting alone in a hotel room on a couch. The room is dimly lit, hardly anything is visible. A light shines down on CD from above, almost in a messiah-like showing. The white jersey glistens in the light, and then darkens with the '666' on it. CD raises his head and looks into the camera.
Creeping Death: Last week, I laid it down. No more Steve Carr to ruin everything, and his replacement, Kyle Steel and the comitty, are now in power. Power, might I add, that should be divided among a select few. Not in the hands of Seth Lerch. Not in the hands of Logan. And, most recently, not in the hands of Steve Carr.
Why didn't I wish myself to power? I'd be selfish. I know for a fact that I'd favor the New Dynasty. Why wouldn't I? Nobody would be there to tell me no. It would be too easy.
However, that is why I wished for a show on Friday, October thirteenth. I make the matches. Every single person on the roster is in the palm of my hand. Every single title holder could be stripped and forced to watch as two other men battle for their title. It's soley my decision as to what happens. As a teaser, I already have the main event all lined up. It's in my head, and by God, it'll be huge. To say that the main event scene will be given back to the New Dyansty as a whole is an understatement. What do I have in mind? Whenever I get the 'ok' to announce the card, I'll be sure to jump on it. Until then...
CD stands up from the couch, and walks over to a lone table. Sitting on the table is a briefcase, much like the Money in the Bank World Title contract.
Creeping Death: This briefcase contains a document. On that document is an open space, and the signature of one Kyle Steel. Whatever my heart desires gets written in the open space, and it's done. I could wish myself World Champion. Logan could never have a job here in WCF again. A pay raise of three million dollars a match. You name it, I can do it. The document stays in this case until I see fit to use it. Tomorrow ... next week ... in a year ... next version of WCF ... whenever.
That brings me to Slam. Chino and JackHammer, WCF Tag Team Champions, and resident assclowns, apparently. How JackHammer still has a job is beyond me. He should have been gone with, well, Beyond. A big bumbling oaf like that should be employed by Vince McMahon, not WCF. We're about wrestling. WRESTLING.
Maybe I should use my wish on a drug program, and then we could get rid of Chino as well. Dude HAS to be high twenty-four/seven. Writing letters to himself and stuff. And the guy thinks he'll get through Torture twice in a week? Pshaaaw. He must be getting the good stuff from Africa.
The bottom line remains. We are the New Dynasty. We will be the greatest group of wrestlers to take on WCF. This is who we are. This is who we'll be. Sunday at Slam, Devistation Inc., the bell tolls for ... you.
With this all said, Creeping Death lowers his head towards the floor as the scene fades out.
