Post by Corey Black on Jun 23, 2007 3:52:19 GMT -5
We open up to downtown Tokyo, Japan. The street we are looking at is lined with tall buildings lit up with the brightest of all colors, and people are clogging up the street. The camera goes over everyone's head, and takes a left, heading down a different street before making a right into a building. In the building is a ring set up with people on each side on bleachers and standing in front of the guard rail. The ring mat is black with a red "WCFJ" in the middle of it, red ropes, black and red skirts, black turnbuckle pads and red mats on the floor. The crowd is going insane. Standing inside the ring is WCF Japan owner and operator, Hiroshi Yamahoto.
Hiroshi Yamahoto: Hello everyone, and welcome to WCF Japan!
The crowd pops louder.
Hiroshi Yamahoto: This is a very special night we have in store for all of you. WCF wrestler Creeping Death is here to take part in a special match later on tonight!
Crowd gets louder yet, they love CD over there in Japan.
Hiroshi Yamahoto: Without further ado, here is the Human Horror Show, Creeping Death!
And the biggest pop ever as the fans turn toward the entryway. It's a screen on top with silver scaffolding going down in a upside down V shape with lights lining the scaffolding. Creeping Death walks out of the entry way, looking out to the fans. CD waves and leaves, as the crowd goes insane. We cut backstage, where CD is walking out of the gorilla position, up to Jodia, who happens to be wearing a WCFJ tank top and jeans.
Jodia: Corey, are you sure you should be doing this so close to your match with Craven and Vice? I mean you still have the sixteen hour flight back to the US and everything.
Creeping Death: No problem babe, I've done this tons of times, before even bigger matches. These Japanese fans love WCF, we're like Gods to them. It's still a sport here. They recognize WCF as something that everything isn't. Which reminds me, babe, remind me to go location prospecting.
Jodia: Location for what?
Creeping Death just looks at Jodia and smiles. CD takes Jodia's hand and guides her through the backstage hallway, to a locker room. CD opens the door and sees a familiar face inside.
Kyle Steel: Hey, Creeping Death, I uh ...
Creeping Death: You were sent here by Seth to document my umpteenth trip to WCFJapan?
Kyle Steel: Yeah basically. Also, I'm to conduct an interview regarding the latest remarks of basically everyone in WCF. You're really talked about nowadays.
Creeping Death: Eh, what can I say? When you're on, you're on. Let's take a seat.
Kyle Steel and CD each pull over a steel chair as Jodia stands behind CD. The cameraman even gets comfortable, shifting the camera around.
Kyle Steel: Alright, let's kick this off simple. Danny Vice. Respect or no?
Creeping Death: I'm not sure. After proclaiming that he compares me to Paris Hilton and how I apparently love Torture, it's confusing when he comes out and says he respects what I have done for WCF and all that. He's right, though. Thirteen (XIII) is in like a month, but this takes planning and announcements, more so than something happening in three days. The Hardcore Title Match is just that; a wrestling match. Thirteen (XIII) is an extravaganza. I'm sorry if I'm making it seem like I don't want to drop both you and Johnny on your heads, because that isn't the case. I would love to physically assault the both of you and pull down the Hardcore Title, it's just that I've got bigger fish to fry. That's all.
Kyle Steel: Another note to make ... Creeping 'fuckin' Death?
CD chuckles to himself.
Creeping Death: When I get pissed, I start saying fuck. Human nature.
Kyle Steel: Keeping on the path of Danny Vice, how do you feel about him mentioning you're days are over here.
Creeping Death: He's nuts, my days are just beginning. When Epic, Torture, and I built this place, there was no such thing as Thirteen (XIII). We were doing nothing but kicking ass day in and day out, like a gladiator. Now I'm a king. I've moved on from the days of simply fighting because that's what I was told to do. I make my own rules now. Danny is still in the gladiator times. Most of WCF, admittedly, still is. When you move up the roster, away from the likes of Danny Vice and Johnny Craven, and you get into the names like Creeping Death, Torture, and Epic, the tone of your voice just has to change. You aren't talking about peasants anymore. You're talking about legends. Nursing home, Danny? I don't know how old you think I am, but I'm pretty sure I'm barely old enough to drink. I'm not hip with the jive talk, nor doing impressions on a fake Jerry Springer show. If Johnny may be the future, and you're the now, I weep for the WCF fans that have to deal with your antics.
Kyle Steel: Don't you hate being called a legend?
Creeping Death: I didn't mean legend like that. I meant the storied history, is legend.
Kyle Steel: Makes perfect sense. How about your breaking of Johnny Craven.
Creeping Death: Well, if he's going to get upset about the truth, I feel sorry for the guy. He wouldn't be anywhere near that Hardcore Title if it wasn't for me and my dismantling of Danny Vice. It's just simple fact.
Kyle Steel: Four weeks of saying you're the WCF measuring stick?
Creeping Death, once again, chuckles to himself.
Creeping Death: Yeah, I'm pretty sure I've only said that once, two days ago. I don't know what to think about Johnny anymore. My 'Vampiro' act apparently won't get to him, and nobody is afraid of me. I'd beg to differ. Everyone acts tough on the outside, but it still remains, nobody wants to step into a ring with me, let alone a match that requires the use of ladders. No time for jokes on Sunday. Names don't mean a thing in the ring on Sunday. Overused cliches are abundant all the way through Sunday. Sunday, Sunday, Sunday! Like I use 'fuckin' too much. Ha.
Kyle Steel: Final thoughts on the Hardcore Title subject?
Creeping Death: It may be for the WCF Hardcore Title, but like every other match I'll have from here on out, it'll be about proving my worth here. The only two people I've convinced are Skyler Striker and TXO. TXO walked into our match thinking I was old news, wasn't worth the hype. Look what happened. He put forth a good show, but in the end, my hand was raised. Skyler though, it was his hand that was raised, through means I wouldn't call a win, however. I took him to his limit. He took me past mine, but didn't get the win. Johnny and Danny will be the next two to realize that the Creeping Death of last year is just that; last year.
Jodia hands Creeping Death a bottle of water, and CD opens it, taking a drink. Kyle Steel shuffles through a stack of papers before pulling one out.
Kyle Steel: Ah, here we go. Davey Boone has been spouting off to you from the very hospital you placed him in.
Creeping Death: Yes he has. I don't know where he gets of thanking me for putting him there, though. Alright, I woke you up by totally breaking you down? Your career is over, buddy. You will never be the same, even more toward the end as ever.
To say you've beaten me is like saying Barry Bonds is the greatest home run hitter ever. Everyone knows he's taking steroids. And in the same breath, everyone knows you've had help every time we've stepped in the ring. Whether it be Adam Knite or myself coming off three other guys in a Gauntlet Match, only to end it in a Handicap Match against you two, it's never once been fair. But hey, if you want to do it fair, I'm up to it. Not like I don't have eighty other things going on right now, but I can surely squeeze you in. I'm always game for a jobber kill, you know Kyle?
Kyle Steel: You are known for that.
Creeping Death: And I'll be known as the guy that took all this flak from a guy in a hospital bed, only to face off with him and put him in a grave. Davey, you're a stupid, stupid man. If I were to offer any advice, it would be to shut your mouth and stay in the hospital and watch Britney Spears videos.
Kyle Steel: For the record, how do you feel about Britney?
Creeping Death: Hate her.
Kyle Steel: Thought so. That's all I have, good luck in your match tonight, and I'll surely look forward to Thirteen (XIII).
Creeping Death: Thanks Kyle.
Kyle Steel stands up and exits the locker room as Jodia brings CD his elbow pads and gloves. CD puts them on and breathes in deep. Jodia grabs his hand and CD stands up, walking out the door. The cameraman follows, but the scene fades.
Hiroshi Yamahoto: Hello everyone, and welcome to WCF Japan!
The crowd pops louder.
Hiroshi Yamahoto: This is a very special night we have in store for all of you. WCF wrestler Creeping Death is here to take part in a special match later on tonight!
Crowd gets louder yet, they love CD over there in Japan.
Hiroshi Yamahoto: Without further ado, here is the Human Horror Show, Creeping Death!
And the biggest pop ever as the fans turn toward the entryway. It's a screen on top with silver scaffolding going down in a upside down V shape with lights lining the scaffolding. Creeping Death walks out of the entry way, looking out to the fans. CD waves and leaves, as the crowd goes insane. We cut backstage, where CD is walking out of the gorilla position, up to Jodia, who happens to be wearing a WCFJ tank top and jeans.
Jodia: Corey, are you sure you should be doing this so close to your match with Craven and Vice? I mean you still have the sixteen hour flight back to the US and everything.
Creeping Death: No problem babe, I've done this tons of times, before even bigger matches. These Japanese fans love WCF, we're like Gods to them. It's still a sport here. They recognize WCF as something that everything isn't. Which reminds me, babe, remind me to go location prospecting.
Jodia: Location for what?
Creeping Death just looks at Jodia and smiles. CD takes Jodia's hand and guides her through the backstage hallway, to a locker room. CD opens the door and sees a familiar face inside.
Kyle Steel: Hey, Creeping Death, I uh ...
Creeping Death: You were sent here by Seth to document my umpteenth trip to WCFJapan?
Kyle Steel: Yeah basically. Also, I'm to conduct an interview regarding the latest remarks of basically everyone in WCF. You're really talked about nowadays.
Creeping Death: Eh, what can I say? When you're on, you're on. Let's take a seat.
Kyle Steel and CD each pull over a steel chair as Jodia stands behind CD. The cameraman even gets comfortable, shifting the camera around.
Kyle Steel: Alright, let's kick this off simple. Danny Vice. Respect or no?
Creeping Death: I'm not sure. After proclaiming that he compares me to Paris Hilton and how I apparently love Torture, it's confusing when he comes out and says he respects what I have done for WCF and all that. He's right, though. Thirteen (XIII) is in like a month, but this takes planning and announcements, more so than something happening in three days. The Hardcore Title Match is just that; a wrestling match. Thirteen (XIII) is an extravaganza. I'm sorry if I'm making it seem like I don't want to drop both you and Johnny on your heads, because that isn't the case. I would love to physically assault the both of you and pull down the Hardcore Title, it's just that I've got bigger fish to fry. That's all.
Kyle Steel: Another note to make ... Creeping 'fuckin' Death?
CD chuckles to himself.
Creeping Death: When I get pissed, I start saying fuck. Human nature.
Kyle Steel: Keeping on the path of Danny Vice, how do you feel about him mentioning you're days are over here.
Creeping Death: He's nuts, my days are just beginning. When Epic, Torture, and I built this place, there was no such thing as Thirteen (XIII). We were doing nothing but kicking ass day in and day out, like a gladiator. Now I'm a king. I've moved on from the days of simply fighting because that's what I was told to do. I make my own rules now. Danny is still in the gladiator times. Most of WCF, admittedly, still is. When you move up the roster, away from the likes of Danny Vice and Johnny Craven, and you get into the names like Creeping Death, Torture, and Epic, the tone of your voice just has to change. You aren't talking about peasants anymore. You're talking about legends. Nursing home, Danny? I don't know how old you think I am, but I'm pretty sure I'm barely old enough to drink. I'm not hip with the jive talk, nor doing impressions on a fake Jerry Springer show. If Johnny may be the future, and you're the now, I weep for the WCF fans that have to deal with your antics.
Kyle Steel: Don't you hate being called a legend?
Creeping Death: I didn't mean legend like that. I meant the storied history, is legend.
Kyle Steel: Makes perfect sense. How about your breaking of Johnny Craven.
Creeping Death: Well, if he's going to get upset about the truth, I feel sorry for the guy. He wouldn't be anywhere near that Hardcore Title if it wasn't for me and my dismantling of Danny Vice. It's just simple fact.
Kyle Steel: Four weeks of saying you're the WCF measuring stick?
Creeping Death, once again, chuckles to himself.
Creeping Death: Yeah, I'm pretty sure I've only said that once, two days ago. I don't know what to think about Johnny anymore. My 'Vampiro' act apparently won't get to him, and nobody is afraid of me. I'd beg to differ. Everyone acts tough on the outside, but it still remains, nobody wants to step into a ring with me, let alone a match that requires the use of ladders. No time for jokes on Sunday. Names don't mean a thing in the ring on Sunday. Overused cliches are abundant all the way through Sunday. Sunday, Sunday, Sunday! Like I use 'fuckin' too much. Ha.
Kyle Steel: Final thoughts on the Hardcore Title subject?
Creeping Death: It may be for the WCF Hardcore Title, but like every other match I'll have from here on out, it'll be about proving my worth here. The only two people I've convinced are Skyler Striker and TXO. TXO walked into our match thinking I was old news, wasn't worth the hype. Look what happened. He put forth a good show, but in the end, my hand was raised. Skyler though, it was his hand that was raised, through means I wouldn't call a win, however. I took him to his limit. He took me past mine, but didn't get the win. Johnny and Danny will be the next two to realize that the Creeping Death of last year is just that; last year.
Jodia hands Creeping Death a bottle of water, and CD opens it, taking a drink. Kyle Steel shuffles through a stack of papers before pulling one out.
Kyle Steel: Ah, here we go. Davey Boone has been spouting off to you from the very hospital you placed him in.
Creeping Death: Yes he has. I don't know where he gets of thanking me for putting him there, though. Alright, I woke you up by totally breaking you down? Your career is over, buddy. You will never be the same, even more toward the end as ever.
To say you've beaten me is like saying Barry Bonds is the greatest home run hitter ever. Everyone knows he's taking steroids. And in the same breath, everyone knows you've had help every time we've stepped in the ring. Whether it be Adam Knite or myself coming off three other guys in a Gauntlet Match, only to end it in a Handicap Match against you two, it's never once been fair. But hey, if you want to do it fair, I'm up to it. Not like I don't have eighty other things going on right now, but I can surely squeeze you in. I'm always game for a jobber kill, you know Kyle?
Kyle Steel: You are known for that.
Creeping Death: And I'll be known as the guy that took all this flak from a guy in a hospital bed, only to face off with him and put him in a grave. Davey, you're a stupid, stupid man. If I were to offer any advice, it would be to shut your mouth and stay in the hospital and watch Britney Spears videos.
Kyle Steel: For the record, how do you feel about Britney?
Creeping Death: Hate her.
Kyle Steel: Thought so. That's all I have, good luck in your match tonight, and I'll surely look forward to Thirteen (XIII).
Creeping Death: Thanks Kyle.
Kyle Steel stands up and exits the locker room as Jodia brings CD his elbow pads and gloves. CD puts them on and breathes in deep. Jodia grabs his hand and CD stands up, walking out the door. The cameraman follows, but the scene fades.
