I know which castle the Princess is in.
May 1, 2016 15:19:08 GMT -5
Logan, The Polar Phantasm, and 3 more like this
Post by Corey Black on May 1, 2016 15:19:08 GMT -5
Corey Black is driving his black 300C down the highway, a confused but eager Teo del Sol in the passenger seat. After Corey basically kidnapped Teo from the amusment park (which totally happened, I swear to you.. it happened..), the duo set off down the highway, Teo is beginning to like where this whole thing is going.
Teo Del Sol
So, let's get this straight again - I'm your Trios partner? With Jayson Price?
Corey Black
Originally it was a silly joke about a popular song from the early 90s. Then the idea caught on, you didn't have a team, and here we are. You're the chosen one, Teo.
Teo Del Sol
I'm not sure how to feel about this. I mean I'm excited for the chance to be in Trios, but Jayson Price is in rehab. Deep rehab. If I'm led to believe Scoops' scoop, then he isn't getting out for months.
Corey Black
Yeah, that's why we're going to break him out.
Teo is taken back. The mask hides it, but the gasp and bringing his head back is enough to convey the emotion.
Teo Del Sol
Are we...
Corey Black
THE BREAKOUT KINGS, YES SIR!
Teo Del Sol
No, are we going to get in trouble?
Corey Black
Oh. Nah probably not. I have a plan.
Teo Del Sol
Why Jayson Price, though? Couldn't we have got Jonny Fly and actually had a chance at this thing?
Corey Black
Fuck Jonny Fly.
Corey stares daggers into Teo's mask. Not even looking at the road. A few moments pass before Corey goes back to smiling and driving normal.
Corey Black
Jayson is a wild card. I don't like him, he doesn't like me, but for some reason we seem to work together well when we have a common goal. I just can't explain it. He and I..
Teo Del Sol
You're basically married.
Corey Black
What the fuck Teo, no, dios mio.
Teo Del Sol
You pay the bills when you have to, but every other time you're at each other's throat. You're married.
Corey Black
Teo I will fight you. Right here. In this car.
Teo Del Sol
Oh come on, you know it's true. You probably have his picture in your wallet.
Corey Black
Let me tell you something, TED, that man broke my fucking arm for his own fun and games. He's the reason why Pantheon kept on failing. He's the last person I ever want to see, but we just get it. We understand each other. We have a connection on a molecul- fuck we are married, aren't we? Is Jayson Price gay for me?
Teo Del Sol
Super gay for you. He wants to have your baby, Twins style, Danny Devito and Arnold Schwarzenegger. You're totally the man though.
Corey Black
Well, can't win them all, I'll take what I can get. I suppose that's why Dag Riddik hates us so much, he is pissed Jayson and I can get married if we want.
Teo Del Sol
Remarried, you mean.
Corey Black
Alright I'm not letting that slide anymore. He might be gay for me, but I'm not gay for Price. If I WAS gay, we could get married, and Dag hates the fact that the homos have rights. He's an old school bible-type, except without the religion.
Teo Del Sol
It's fine, nobody likes that guy. What's the plan, anyway?
Corey Black
First we're going to get food, then we're going to break Jayson Price out of rehab. We'll need orderly scrubs though. Can't be too hard.
Teo Del Sol
Uh, you want me to pose as an employee of a rehab facility?
Corey Black
Of course I do. Why not?
Teo points at his masked face.
Teo Del Sol
I don't think I'll blend in well.
Corey Black
Haha, don't worry about it. It'll be fine. Stuff works out.
The duo pulls into a Burger King drive through. They're the second car in line. It's dark, but the area is well lit. Corey looks around, checking out the menu. Teo is just looking out the window.
Corey Black
What's up, dude? What do you want? I'll buy.
Teo Del Sol
Nothing, I'm good dude.
Corey Black
Are you sure? There's a Taco Bell around the corner, I can head over there.
Teo Del Sol
I don't eat in front of people.
Corey Black
Oh my god, do you have a monster face? Is that why you wear the mask? All this stuff about lucha heritage and you're a fucking freak under there!
Teo Del Sol
No, absolutely not. I just don't want you to see. You already have your phone set to camera.
Corey Black
What?
CD moves his phone below his leg, out of view - totally in camera mode.
Teo Del Sol
I'll be fine. How long until we get to the rehab center?
Corey Black
It's about a mile out.
Teo Del Sol
Lucky how that happens..
Corey Black
Welcome to a Corey Black adventure. Stuff just works.
Teo Del Sol
Don't you have access to a time machine?
Corey Black
I do.. go on..
Teo Del Sol
Well why don't you just go back and now sign us up for Trios?
Corey Black
I tried, in the other timeline Jayson Price signed us up and you were the one in rehab. I was a luchador.
Teo Del Sol
Jesus, yeah let's keep this one. Hey, you're up!
Corey pulls forward to the speaker on the menu of Burger King. An electronic voice booms through.
Menu Board
Welcome to Burger King, can I take your order?
Corey Black
Do you have coffee cake?
Menu Board
No sir.
Corey Black
Hot fries?
Menu Board
All our items are listed above, sir.
Corey Black
Pudding?!
Menu Board
No.
Corey Black
What kind of food establishment do you run here?!
Menu Board
Burger King.
Corey gets frustrated and pulls to off through the drive through and heads down the road. Like a bat out of hell. Teo puts his palms on the door and arm rest, trying to hold his body in place. Then, as fast as he tore out of Burger King, Corey pulls the e-brake and slides the car to a stop beside a fence. The fence is tall, maybe 15 feet. Corey hops out of the car and heads to the trunk where he pulls out a grappling hook. Teo exits the car and waits as Corey launches the hook up and over the wall, securing it and tugging on the rope.
Corey Black
After you!
Teo slips in a hole in the fence. He's in. He pokes his head back through to Corey's side.
Teo Del Sol
You were saying?
Corey Black
Fuck you, I'm climbing this damn thing.
And so he does. Corey climbs his grappling hook rope and reaches the top of the fence. Teo is laying on the grass below, relaxing. Corey stands up on the top, and points at his elbow.
Corey Black
If I didn't want you to be my partner I'd crush your rib cage for fun.
Teo Del Sol
I saw it coming a mile away, I'd have moved.
Corey Black
Fuckin' smug ass lucha..
Teo Del Sol
You're the best, Corey! Climb on down and let's get your boyfriend.
Corey Black
HE'S NOT MY - AAHHHH
Corey took a swing at Teo, except he was like 20 feet away. CD stumbles and falls off the fence, but he lands on his feet, to Teo's surprise. Hell, to his own surprise. Corey turns into a recon army ranger, using hand signals to direct Teo where he thinks they should go. Hand up, full extension, two fingers, then points toward a window of the facility.
Teo Del Sol
So the window.
Corey Black
Uh yeah, the window.
Teo casually walks while Corey crouches and ninja rolls his way to the window. Corey gets as flat as possible against the wall below the window, Teo just stands there.
Teo Del Sol
Coast is clear.
Teo hops in, Corey rolls in and poses as he lands on the floor. There's two orderlies facing the other way. Teo walks up and judo chops one, while Corey lifts and BURNING HAMMERS THE OTHER.
Teo Del Sol
Dude, you're supposed to be quiet.
Corey Black
Fuckin' ninja.
The duo pull the unconscious orderlies into a closet and seconds later emerge in the scrubs the orderlies were just wearing. Mask and all. They strut down the hallway and pass other workers, slipping by with no problem. Corey uses a keycard in his pocket to enter Jayson Price's room.
Corey Black
Ha, I got you ya sonofabi- oh.
Teo Del Sol
Where is he?
The two inspect the empty room, finding a therapist schedule. Teo tosses it over to CD and grabs a magazine, lounging out on the bed.
Teo Del Sol
We got a little time.
Corey Black
I'll be ready.
CD produces a machete from a holster he has under his clothes. He takes a position by the door, waiting for Princess to come on back. Jayson enters the room some time later, Corey grabs him and puts the machete to his throat.
Jayson Price
Are you fucking kidding me?!
This is where the scene ends.
We pick back up at Arena Mexico. Corey Black is standing in front of a WCF banner with a camera in his face.
Corey Black
Logan, Logan, Logan. God. What an idiot you are. You pushed my shit in for how many years here in WCF? Most of them? But now gosh, my best years are behind me. I'm just banking on the success of my two matches a year, keeping that legend status. Here's the odd thing about those few matches a year. They're against the biggest names WCF has ever seen - and I win them. Don't you think it's weird that I don't have you on my upcoming match list? I called it out once. Steve Orbit, Jonny Fly, Gravedigger. Nope, no Logan. I'm over you, champ. You're less than nothing to me. Pre-2002, in WCF's infancy, you were the be-all-end-all. Logan ruled this land with an iron fist. Then slowly, but surely, a young kid rose up the ranks. Logan would kick him back down the ladder each time he climbed it, but rest assured, this kid wasn't going to let an old bitch like Logan keep him down. At one time you were the golden snitch. You were my mecca, the one thing I needed more than anything in this world. I'd have taken a win over you over a World Title reign in a heartbeat. All I wanted was to prove myself to the man that kept his boot firmly planted on the top of my head, keeping me from the main event scene.
Then you put on a hot dog suit.
Then you put on a dress and make-up and called yourself Sarah Twilight.
Then you got pegged by Lilith.
And finally you started a Duck Dynasty tribute stable with the worst fucking people on Earth.
That's why I don't give a shit about you anymore, Logan. It isn't because I've easily wiped the mat with you in our last series of matches, no. It's because you turned your legacy into a heaping pile of nothing. Your recent bouts with Steve Orbit aside, your claim to fame is changing your last name to fuckin' Cooper. I'm supposed to take a guy seriously, and he goes from being an elite professional wrestling machine to Logan Cooper in less time than it takes Dag Riddik to brush his tooth? Jesus Christ man, have some dignity.
That is why you'll forever be WCF's #2 guy. So I haven't won War, your one thing you have over me. I've publicly said it; War is hard. I've tried and I've failed. I can own up to that. It's no excuse, it's flat out fact. Shall we list what I've done that you've never even come close to? I've been final 6 in War. Have you made it to the Trios Finals three years in a row - winning one, losing one, and having one thrown out? Have you won the WCF Classic - twice? Have you created such WCF staple events as Hellimintion, Ultimate Showdown and XIII? Absolutely not, you haven't done any of that. While I was here innovating the fucking game, you were getting fired for being a smarmy prick. You want to go from the hip, I'll go from the hip - without me, WCF wouldn't exist. You wouldn't have this avenue to have a Hall of Fame career, multiple homes, and a band of followers to make yourself feel better at night. WCF doesn't exist without Corey Black. Plain and simple, the reason why I will forever be WCF's #1 guy. I don't need a three hour promo nobody will watch to eviscerate low-lives like Logan or Dag Riddik. All I need is a ring.
That's just it though, isn't it. It's the reason why whenever I come back, there's fourty guys standing in my way. It's because I am WCF and everyone can't handle the fact that a guy like me - five foot nine, two-ten - has done more than the entire roster combined for WCF. It's the reason why Logan goes crazy and throws on a hot dog costume. You just can't fucking handle being second best. You'll have to accept it sometime, man, because that's exactly how it's always going to be. You hold that Final Destination case tight against your chest. Hold it like a newborn baby. It's the only thing keeping you in the public eye.. and you had to cheat to get it. Whereas me, shit son, I'm never not in the public eye. I'm your new WCF announcer. I'm hosting XIII soon. I'm the guy that says 'hey, I should have a match with so-and-so' and bam, that shit is the main event the next week.
I don't have to toil in the weekly nonsense of WCF to prove myself. I did it for over a decade straight. Can you say that? Can you honestly say you've put in five total years to WCF? I don't think you can. You'd be fired, or missing, or delivering pizza, who knows what the hell you were up to? Who really cares? I've poured everything I have into WCF, you use it as a way to boost your own self-importance because nobody in your life actually will. I've made great friendships in WCF - and even greater enemies. You're here to win, I'm here to compete. I wrestle in other companies because it's a new challenge to compete. I stay in WCF to shut people like you up. To shut people like Pantheon - the fuck - up.
Anything you've said about Pantheon can be said about the Team of Treachery - except a million times over. The main difference being I joined Pantheon, and restarted Pantheon, to help younger talent take over the spot I was leaving behind. Oh fuck, newsflash, I left my spot behind. Nobody took it from me. I left knowing full well I was done achieving anything in WCF. I did everything I wanted to do. I won the World Title five times, the first time at Revenge 2003. But hey, why would that matter? I knew I was heading for another place, and I knew that my spot on the card needed filled. Enter - Jonny Fly. Dude woops me, shows me that he is the real deal, and I put my hand on his back. That man was my friend and I'd do anything for him. He used me in the same way you've used every single member of the Team of Torture.
Excuse me, Team of Treachery.
Jonny Fly used Corey Black to get over much in the same way Logan is using Dag Riddik, or Sarah Twilight, or Katherine Phoenix, or any of your other merry ol' band of douchebags. There's the swap. The smoking gun. The real, bonafide truth in this company. A man the caliber of Jonny Fly had to use me to further his own career - something I took from him fair and square - while you have to prey on the weak minded rejects of WCF to keep your own head above water. You gained momentum from The Family and the ToT - I used my momentum to make Pantheon into what it was. Without Pantheon, Jay Omega doesn't win War. Plain and simple. I gave that guy the confidence boost he needed to apply his skill and do what he was destined to do. You turn your back on every single person you come across because you just can't do it alone. I did it alone for almost ten years. New Dynasty, This_is_War, all of it in between, that was a vision of a man on par with you. That's Torture's way of getting himself over at the cost of everyone around him. Without ToT, WCF is a far better place. Without Logan, WCF is in a far better place. But you're married to the game, aren't you? You can't just fade away into the night, you have to come back, each time more ridiculous than the last until finally something works. You find your stride, you make waves, and it's 2001 all over again. None of that stable shit matters, you want everyone to forget how you toiled in the mid-card in a fucking hot dog suit. Please GOD nobody bring up cross dressing! I don't have any skeletons like that in my closet. All I have is a title history unlike any other, the friendship of some, the hatred of many, but the evny of every last fucker in the back. At the end of the day, Logan, our careers couldn't be any more similar on paper - but different in the real world.
You're a fucking joke, I'm the King of All Wrestlers.
Hail to the king, baby.
Dag Riddik, you're new here. Mild success in your short time, but new here. You'd think I'd give you a pass but you're a punk bitch, so, nah. No pass. Let me make one thing perfectly clear for you. Just because you have the imprint of Logan's ballsack etched on your chin doesn't mean your shit doesn't stink. You're a piece of shit bigot neo-Nazi scum-sucker and come Trios, I'm fixin' to make sure you get a legit introduction into WCF. By way of my elbow. On the short list of things you've done, ride Logan's wave of mid-to-low level success is at the top. Which is ironic, given Logan's stance on me and Pantheon. Hmm. Interesting, isn't it? The world comes full circle. Either way you slice it, you're in the ring with actual greatness soon, so have some fucking respect.
Oh, that's not how you operate, is it? You also operate by trying to manipulate the game to your own desire, twist words and try to make it seem like you're the cream of the crop. Fact is, Daggie, you're just like every other stick-up-their-ass half-wit that's ever stepped foot in these doors. It's an actual miracle that you haven't tucked your tail between your legs and headed for the unemployment line. You're too stupid to see that the entire roster is gunning for your skull. Well, you know Occulo is. So the match is made, Dag Riddik verses Occulo in London after giving Occulo the choice of International or literally three other titles. Or, not, because Dag says he won't come to London. Fine, fine, I'm a fair guy. I don't make matches for XIII, I just write down people's ideas, right? And Dag's idea was not to fight Occulo. Sidebar, are we just going to forget about the whole Dag and Katherine Phoenix verses Vulgar and Celeste thing? Yeah? Alright, good.
Mr. Riddik, this is where you're killing yourself. It's your mouth. It keeps running and running and running but you keep ducking and ducking and ducking. My god, I've never been more pissed off at someone's inability to shut the fuck up since Jordan Caliban - and I stabbed that dude with a machete. Fair warning. Anyway, I finally give in. Go ahead and choose your match, Dag. I certainly didn't book any of my own show, may as well keep the trend up. I didn't set up Slickie T and Joey Flash. I had nothing to do with the Ultimate Showdown preview. I sure wouldn't have put myself against Gravedigger.
You choose Thor Balfore.
Odin's son. With a whopping - one Wednesday Night match under his belt?
Dag, fuck, I gave you a chance to shut everyone up. One opprotunity to possibly back up all the shit-talk you've done since you signed up. Of all the people in this company, you choose Thor god damn Balfore. Change your name back to Cooper because you aren't anything but a bitch. Do I even have to mention how you're not even fucking INTERNATIONAL? You were born in Virgina, shitbrains, you're a citizen of the good ol' US of A. You don't even qualify for that cheap low-tier nothing Title you have! All your mouthy bullshit based on an oversight. Unbelievable. I should have known something was up when I saw that sorry excuse for a beard you have. Only true vikings can grow a manly beard. Yours looks like the cunt hair of an unwashed swamp witch. Your mother surely has a better chin mane than you. Her pussy is probably tighter than yours too, but that's neither here nor there.
Everything you say is a load of crap. Literally all the words out of your mouth or fingertips are nothing but lies and ways to piss people off. You'll never get under my skin, even if you try to strong arm your way to having one up on me at XIII. There was literally no way in hell I'd allow you to announce your opponent on the show. Absolutely not. Oblivion will be in Minneapolis, you aren't getting off that easy. Thor Balfore will give you a run for your money, but it isn't a big match. It's a WCF Wednesday Night mid-card match at best. XIII is made up of main events, boy, and you're killing the flow of the show all because you're afraid of losing your belt to Occulo. You're not a champion, you're a bitch.
Can I address The Game, while we're at it? James, I don't know what you're doing with Logan and Dag, but you don't belong with them. You're not as mouthy, bitchy, salty, or ugly. Nevertheless, you're also new here, so let me explain how WCF works. You get a contract, you get beat by Corey Black, and you're right back to the indies because you learned right away that WCF is where WRESTLERS come to fight. Not nerds who still live in mommy's basement.
After I dispose of you, I'll head to the back, whip your ass in Mario Kart, then make you cry as I flawless victory you in Mortal Kombat, and then I'll finish it off by giving your girlfriend her first orgasm of her life. The secret is to not have Cheetos dust on your fingers, it irritates her forbidden zone, you disgusting fuck. You come off as a plucky likable guy, but it is clear to anyone with eyeballs that you're nothing more than a guy in over his head in a Trios Tournament in real life, not Tekken. It's a shame that we have to take you out in the first round, but on the bonus, ice cream is really cheap in Mexico. You can go eat your sorrows away, maybe share with Dag and Logan so they stop being such assholes.
Even your partner ragged on you when you came in, James. "Some virgin who played 2K16 thinks he can be a real wrestler." And now you're associating with this man. He proceeded to hijack your - and everyone else's - Twitter feed to push his own agenda and attempt to leave everyone else in the dust because he only feels better putting everyone else down. But man oh man what a great Trios Tournament you're going to have. A grand introduction to the real WCF, where the wrestlers aren't pushovers.
Let me put it in terms you'll understand. You're going from Forest Temple to Water Temple in one match, kid. You've seen the creampuffs of WCF, the nobodies, the skeletons. But now you're up against Volgivia, Goht, and Ganondorf him-fucking-self. You're over matched, outclassed, and under equipped. You need the hookshot, the bow, shit man you don't even have a sword or shield. That's how unprepared you are for the ass-whipping you're about to get laid upon you. And to top it all off, you've aligned yourself with Judas and Judas Two.
There's one thing WCF has forgotten, and it's that I am the be all end all when it comes to this company. I have one guy that needs a reminder, another that needs a lesson, and one that is blissfully unaware of anything that isn't made of a pixel. It doesn't matter who my partners are, a team with Corey Black on it should be feared, and we will be feared throughout this tournament. The King of All Wrestlers will never yield. I'll keep coming back and shoving my elbow in the mouth of any one of you jackasses that dares disrespect me or WCF. Logan disrespects WCF by simply existing, making a mockery of the sport and using it to get himself off. Dag Riddik disrespects WCF by issuing an open challenge for a title he shouldn't even have, then duck duck ducking every single quality opponent that comes his way. And The Game - god, where do I begin with this guy. He's a Twitch streamer at best, not a pro wrestler. His choice in company is the most telling. Guilty by association.
On May 1st, 2011 a team of men went into a compound and eliminated the most wanted terrorist in the world. On May 1st, 2016 a team of men go into a tournament to eliminate the most wanted terrorist in WCF. Logan, we're coming for you, and the bell is tolling.
For you.
Corey simply walks way from the WCF banner, the scene fading to black.
Teo Del Sol
So, let's get this straight again - I'm your Trios partner? With Jayson Price?
Corey Black
Originally it was a silly joke about a popular song from the early 90s. Then the idea caught on, you didn't have a team, and here we are. You're the chosen one, Teo.
Teo Del Sol
I'm not sure how to feel about this. I mean I'm excited for the chance to be in Trios, but Jayson Price is in rehab. Deep rehab. If I'm led to believe Scoops' scoop, then he isn't getting out for months.
Corey Black
Yeah, that's why we're going to break him out.
Teo is taken back. The mask hides it, but the gasp and bringing his head back is enough to convey the emotion.
Teo Del Sol
Are we...
Corey Black
THE BREAKOUT KINGS, YES SIR!
Teo Del Sol
No, are we going to get in trouble?
Corey Black
Oh. Nah probably not. I have a plan.
Teo Del Sol
Why Jayson Price, though? Couldn't we have got Jonny Fly and actually had a chance at this thing?
Corey Black
Fuck Jonny Fly.
Corey stares daggers into Teo's mask. Not even looking at the road. A few moments pass before Corey goes back to smiling and driving normal.
Corey Black
Jayson is a wild card. I don't like him, he doesn't like me, but for some reason we seem to work together well when we have a common goal. I just can't explain it. He and I..
Teo Del Sol
You're basically married.
Corey Black
What the fuck Teo, no, dios mio.
Teo Del Sol
You pay the bills when you have to, but every other time you're at each other's throat. You're married.
Corey Black
Teo I will fight you. Right here. In this car.
Teo Del Sol
Oh come on, you know it's true. You probably have his picture in your wallet.
Corey Black
Let me tell you something, TED, that man broke my fucking arm for his own fun and games. He's the reason why Pantheon kept on failing. He's the last person I ever want to see, but we just get it. We understand each other. We have a connection on a molecul- fuck we are married, aren't we? Is Jayson Price gay for me?
Teo Del Sol
Super gay for you. He wants to have your baby, Twins style, Danny Devito and Arnold Schwarzenegger. You're totally the man though.
Corey Black
Well, can't win them all, I'll take what I can get. I suppose that's why Dag Riddik hates us so much, he is pissed Jayson and I can get married if we want.
Teo Del Sol
Remarried, you mean.
Corey Black
Alright I'm not letting that slide anymore. He might be gay for me, but I'm not gay for Price. If I WAS gay, we could get married, and Dag hates the fact that the homos have rights. He's an old school bible-type, except without the religion.
Teo Del Sol
It's fine, nobody likes that guy. What's the plan, anyway?
Corey Black
First we're going to get food, then we're going to break Jayson Price out of rehab. We'll need orderly scrubs though. Can't be too hard.
Teo Del Sol
Uh, you want me to pose as an employee of a rehab facility?
Corey Black
Of course I do. Why not?
Teo points at his masked face.
Teo Del Sol
I don't think I'll blend in well.
Corey Black
Haha, don't worry about it. It'll be fine. Stuff works out.
The duo pulls into a Burger King drive through. They're the second car in line. It's dark, but the area is well lit. Corey looks around, checking out the menu. Teo is just looking out the window.
Corey Black
What's up, dude? What do you want? I'll buy.
Teo Del Sol
Nothing, I'm good dude.
Corey Black
Are you sure? There's a Taco Bell around the corner, I can head over there.
Teo Del Sol
I don't eat in front of people.
Corey Black
Oh my god, do you have a monster face? Is that why you wear the mask? All this stuff about lucha heritage and you're a fucking freak under there!
Teo Del Sol
No, absolutely not. I just don't want you to see. You already have your phone set to camera.
Corey Black
What?
CD moves his phone below his leg, out of view - totally in camera mode.
Teo Del Sol
I'll be fine. How long until we get to the rehab center?
Corey Black
It's about a mile out.
Teo Del Sol
Lucky how that happens..
Corey Black
Welcome to a Corey Black adventure. Stuff just works.
Teo Del Sol
Don't you have access to a time machine?
Corey Black
I do.. go on..
Teo Del Sol
Well why don't you just go back and now sign us up for Trios?
Corey Black
I tried, in the other timeline Jayson Price signed us up and you were the one in rehab. I was a luchador.
Teo Del Sol
Jesus, yeah let's keep this one. Hey, you're up!
Corey pulls forward to the speaker on the menu of Burger King. An electronic voice booms through.
Menu Board
Welcome to Burger King, can I take your order?
Corey Black
Do you have coffee cake?
Menu Board
No sir.
Corey Black
Hot fries?
Menu Board
All our items are listed above, sir.
Corey Black
Pudding?!
Menu Board
No.
Corey Black
What kind of food establishment do you run here?!
Menu Board
Burger King.
Corey gets frustrated and pulls to off through the drive through and heads down the road. Like a bat out of hell. Teo puts his palms on the door and arm rest, trying to hold his body in place. Then, as fast as he tore out of Burger King, Corey pulls the e-brake and slides the car to a stop beside a fence. The fence is tall, maybe 15 feet. Corey hops out of the car and heads to the trunk where he pulls out a grappling hook. Teo exits the car and waits as Corey launches the hook up and over the wall, securing it and tugging on the rope.
Corey Black
After you!
Teo slips in a hole in the fence. He's in. He pokes his head back through to Corey's side.
Teo Del Sol
You were saying?
Corey Black
Fuck you, I'm climbing this damn thing.
And so he does. Corey climbs his grappling hook rope and reaches the top of the fence. Teo is laying on the grass below, relaxing. Corey stands up on the top, and points at his elbow.
Corey Black
If I didn't want you to be my partner I'd crush your rib cage for fun.
Teo Del Sol
I saw it coming a mile away, I'd have moved.
Corey Black
Fuckin' smug ass lucha..
Teo Del Sol
You're the best, Corey! Climb on down and let's get your boyfriend.
Corey Black
HE'S NOT MY - AAHHHH
Corey took a swing at Teo, except he was like 20 feet away. CD stumbles and falls off the fence, but he lands on his feet, to Teo's surprise. Hell, to his own surprise. Corey turns into a recon army ranger, using hand signals to direct Teo where he thinks they should go. Hand up, full extension, two fingers, then points toward a window of the facility.
Teo Del Sol
So the window.
Corey Black
Uh yeah, the window.
Teo casually walks while Corey crouches and ninja rolls his way to the window. Corey gets as flat as possible against the wall below the window, Teo just stands there.
Teo Del Sol
Coast is clear.
Teo hops in, Corey rolls in and poses as he lands on the floor. There's two orderlies facing the other way. Teo walks up and judo chops one, while Corey lifts and BURNING HAMMERS THE OTHER.
Teo Del Sol
Dude, you're supposed to be quiet.
Corey Black
Fuckin' ninja.
The duo pull the unconscious orderlies into a closet and seconds later emerge in the scrubs the orderlies were just wearing. Mask and all. They strut down the hallway and pass other workers, slipping by with no problem. Corey uses a keycard in his pocket to enter Jayson Price's room.
Corey Black
Ha, I got you ya sonofabi- oh.
Teo Del Sol
Where is he?
The two inspect the empty room, finding a therapist schedule. Teo tosses it over to CD and grabs a magazine, lounging out on the bed.
Teo Del Sol
We got a little time.
Corey Black
I'll be ready.
CD produces a machete from a holster he has under his clothes. He takes a position by the door, waiting for Princess to come on back. Jayson enters the room some time later, Corey grabs him and puts the machete to his throat.
Jayson Price
Are you fucking kidding me?!
This is where the scene ends.
We pick back up at Arena Mexico. Corey Black is standing in front of a WCF banner with a camera in his face.
Corey Black
Logan, Logan, Logan. God. What an idiot you are. You pushed my shit in for how many years here in WCF? Most of them? But now gosh, my best years are behind me. I'm just banking on the success of my two matches a year, keeping that legend status. Here's the odd thing about those few matches a year. They're against the biggest names WCF has ever seen - and I win them. Don't you think it's weird that I don't have you on my upcoming match list? I called it out once. Steve Orbit, Jonny Fly, Gravedigger. Nope, no Logan. I'm over you, champ. You're less than nothing to me. Pre-2002, in WCF's infancy, you were the be-all-end-all. Logan ruled this land with an iron fist. Then slowly, but surely, a young kid rose up the ranks. Logan would kick him back down the ladder each time he climbed it, but rest assured, this kid wasn't going to let an old bitch like Logan keep him down. At one time you were the golden snitch. You were my mecca, the one thing I needed more than anything in this world. I'd have taken a win over you over a World Title reign in a heartbeat. All I wanted was to prove myself to the man that kept his boot firmly planted on the top of my head, keeping me from the main event scene.
Then you put on a hot dog suit.
Then you put on a dress and make-up and called yourself Sarah Twilight.
Then you got pegged by Lilith.
And finally you started a Duck Dynasty tribute stable with the worst fucking people on Earth.
That's why I don't give a shit about you anymore, Logan. It isn't because I've easily wiped the mat with you in our last series of matches, no. It's because you turned your legacy into a heaping pile of nothing. Your recent bouts with Steve Orbit aside, your claim to fame is changing your last name to fuckin' Cooper. I'm supposed to take a guy seriously, and he goes from being an elite professional wrestling machine to Logan Cooper in less time than it takes Dag Riddik to brush his tooth? Jesus Christ man, have some dignity.
That is why you'll forever be WCF's #2 guy. So I haven't won War, your one thing you have over me. I've publicly said it; War is hard. I've tried and I've failed. I can own up to that. It's no excuse, it's flat out fact. Shall we list what I've done that you've never even come close to? I've been final 6 in War. Have you made it to the Trios Finals three years in a row - winning one, losing one, and having one thrown out? Have you won the WCF Classic - twice? Have you created such WCF staple events as Hellimintion, Ultimate Showdown and XIII? Absolutely not, you haven't done any of that. While I was here innovating the fucking game, you were getting fired for being a smarmy prick. You want to go from the hip, I'll go from the hip - without me, WCF wouldn't exist. You wouldn't have this avenue to have a Hall of Fame career, multiple homes, and a band of followers to make yourself feel better at night. WCF doesn't exist without Corey Black. Plain and simple, the reason why I will forever be WCF's #1 guy. I don't need a three hour promo nobody will watch to eviscerate low-lives like Logan or Dag Riddik. All I need is a ring.
That's just it though, isn't it. It's the reason why whenever I come back, there's fourty guys standing in my way. It's because I am WCF and everyone can't handle the fact that a guy like me - five foot nine, two-ten - has done more than the entire roster combined for WCF. It's the reason why Logan goes crazy and throws on a hot dog costume. You just can't fucking handle being second best. You'll have to accept it sometime, man, because that's exactly how it's always going to be. You hold that Final Destination case tight against your chest. Hold it like a newborn baby. It's the only thing keeping you in the public eye.. and you had to cheat to get it. Whereas me, shit son, I'm never not in the public eye. I'm your new WCF announcer. I'm hosting XIII soon. I'm the guy that says 'hey, I should have a match with so-and-so' and bam, that shit is the main event the next week.
I don't have to toil in the weekly nonsense of WCF to prove myself. I did it for over a decade straight. Can you say that? Can you honestly say you've put in five total years to WCF? I don't think you can. You'd be fired, or missing, or delivering pizza, who knows what the hell you were up to? Who really cares? I've poured everything I have into WCF, you use it as a way to boost your own self-importance because nobody in your life actually will. I've made great friendships in WCF - and even greater enemies. You're here to win, I'm here to compete. I wrestle in other companies because it's a new challenge to compete. I stay in WCF to shut people like you up. To shut people like Pantheon - the fuck - up.
Anything you've said about Pantheon can be said about the Team of Treachery - except a million times over. The main difference being I joined Pantheon, and restarted Pantheon, to help younger talent take over the spot I was leaving behind. Oh fuck, newsflash, I left my spot behind. Nobody took it from me. I left knowing full well I was done achieving anything in WCF. I did everything I wanted to do. I won the World Title five times, the first time at Revenge 2003. But hey, why would that matter? I knew I was heading for another place, and I knew that my spot on the card needed filled. Enter - Jonny Fly. Dude woops me, shows me that he is the real deal, and I put my hand on his back. That man was my friend and I'd do anything for him. He used me in the same way you've used every single member of the Team of Torture.
Excuse me, Team of Treachery.
Jonny Fly used Corey Black to get over much in the same way Logan is using Dag Riddik, or Sarah Twilight, or Katherine Phoenix, or any of your other merry ol' band of douchebags. There's the swap. The smoking gun. The real, bonafide truth in this company. A man the caliber of Jonny Fly had to use me to further his own career - something I took from him fair and square - while you have to prey on the weak minded rejects of WCF to keep your own head above water. You gained momentum from The Family and the ToT - I used my momentum to make Pantheon into what it was. Without Pantheon, Jay Omega doesn't win War. Plain and simple. I gave that guy the confidence boost he needed to apply his skill and do what he was destined to do. You turn your back on every single person you come across because you just can't do it alone. I did it alone for almost ten years. New Dynasty, This_is_War, all of it in between, that was a vision of a man on par with you. That's Torture's way of getting himself over at the cost of everyone around him. Without ToT, WCF is a far better place. Without Logan, WCF is in a far better place. But you're married to the game, aren't you? You can't just fade away into the night, you have to come back, each time more ridiculous than the last until finally something works. You find your stride, you make waves, and it's 2001 all over again. None of that stable shit matters, you want everyone to forget how you toiled in the mid-card in a fucking hot dog suit. Please GOD nobody bring up cross dressing! I don't have any skeletons like that in my closet. All I have is a title history unlike any other, the friendship of some, the hatred of many, but the evny of every last fucker in the back. At the end of the day, Logan, our careers couldn't be any more similar on paper - but different in the real world.
You're a fucking joke, I'm the King of All Wrestlers.
Hail to the king, baby.
Dag Riddik, you're new here. Mild success in your short time, but new here. You'd think I'd give you a pass but you're a punk bitch, so, nah. No pass. Let me make one thing perfectly clear for you. Just because you have the imprint of Logan's ballsack etched on your chin doesn't mean your shit doesn't stink. You're a piece of shit bigot neo-Nazi scum-sucker and come Trios, I'm fixin' to make sure you get a legit introduction into WCF. By way of my elbow. On the short list of things you've done, ride Logan's wave of mid-to-low level success is at the top. Which is ironic, given Logan's stance on me and Pantheon. Hmm. Interesting, isn't it? The world comes full circle. Either way you slice it, you're in the ring with actual greatness soon, so have some fucking respect.
Oh, that's not how you operate, is it? You also operate by trying to manipulate the game to your own desire, twist words and try to make it seem like you're the cream of the crop. Fact is, Daggie, you're just like every other stick-up-their-ass half-wit that's ever stepped foot in these doors. It's an actual miracle that you haven't tucked your tail between your legs and headed for the unemployment line. You're too stupid to see that the entire roster is gunning for your skull. Well, you know Occulo is. So the match is made, Dag Riddik verses Occulo in London after giving Occulo the choice of International or literally three other titles. Or, not, because Dag says he won't come to London. Fine, fine, I'm a fair guy. I don't make matches for XIII, I just write down people's ideas, right? And Dag's idea was not to fight Occulo. Sidebar, are we just going to forget about the whole Dag and Katherine Phoenix verses Vulgar and Celeste thing? Yeah? Alright, good.
Mr. Riddik, this is where you're killing yourself. It's your mouth. It keeps running and running and running but you keep ducking and ducking and ducking. My god, I've never been more pissed off at someone's inability to shut the fuck up since Jordan Caliban - and I stabbed that dude with a machete. Fair warning. Anyway, I finally give in. Go ahead and choose your match, Dag. I certainly didn't book any of my own show, may as well keep the trend up. I didn't set up Slickie T and Joey Flash. I had nothing to do with the Ultimate Showdown preview. I sure wouldn't have put myself against Gravedigger.
You choose Thor Balfore.
Odin's son. With a whopping - one Wednesday Night match under his belt?
Dag, fuck, I gave you a chance to shut everyone up. One opprotunity to possibly back up all the shit-talk you've done since you signed up. Of all the people in this company, you choose Thor god damn Balfore. Change your name back to Cooper because you aren't anything but a bitch. Do I even have to mention how you're not even fucking INTERNATIONAL? You were born in Virgina, shitbrains, you're a citizen of the good ol' US of A. You don't even qualify for that cheap low-tier nothing Title you have! All your mouthy bullshit based on an oversight. Unbelievable. I should have known something was up when I saw that sorry excuse for a beard you have. Only true vikings can grow a manly beard. Yours looks like the cunt hair of an unwashed swamp witch. Your mother surely has a better chin mane than you. Her pussy is probably tighter than yours too, but that's neither here nor there.
Everything you say is a load of crap. Literally all the words out of your mouth or fingertips are nothing but lies and ways to piss people off. You'll never get under my skin, even if you try to strong arm your way to having one up on me at XIII. There was literally no way in hell I'd allow you to announce your opponent on the show. Absolutely not. Oblivion will be in Minneapolis, you aren't getting off that easy. Thor Balfore will give you a run for your money, but it isn't a big match. It's a WCF Wednesday Night mid-card match at best. XIII is made up of main events, boy, and you're killing the flow of the show all because you're afraid of losing your belt to Occulo. You're not a champion, you're a bitch.
Can I address The Game, while we're at it? James, I don't know what you're doing with Logan and Dag, but you don't belong with them. You're not as mouthy, bitchy, salty, or ugly. Nevertheless, you're also new here, so let me explain how WCF works. You get a contract, you get beat by Corey Black, and you're right back to the indies because you learned right away that WCF is where WRESTLERS come to fight. Not nerds who still live in mommy's basement.
After I dispose of you, I'll head to the back, whip your ass in Mario Kart, then make you cry as I flawless victory you in Mortal Kombat, and then I'll finish it off by giving your girlfriend her first orgasm of her life. The secret is to not have Cheetos dust on your fingers, it irritates her forbidden zone, you disgusting fuck. You come off as a plucky likable guy, but it is clear to anyone with eyeballs that you're nothing more than a guy in over his head in a Trios Tournament in real life, not Tekken. It's a shame that we have to take you out in the first round, but on the bonus, ice cream is really cheap in Mexico. You can go eat your sorrows away, maybe share with Dag and Logan so they stop being such assholes.
Even your partner ragged on you when you came in, James. "Some virgin who played 2K16 thinks he can be a real wrestler." And now you're associating with this man. He proceeded to hijack your - and everyone else's - Twitter feed to push his own agenda and attempt to leave everyone else in the dust because he only feels better putting everyone else down. But man oh man what a great Trios Tournament you're going to have. A grand introduction to the real WCF, where the wrestlers aren't pushovers.
Let me put it in terms you'll understand. You're going from Forest Temple to Water Temple in one match, kid. You've seen the creampuffs of WCF, the nobodies, the skeletons. But now you're up against Volgivia, Goht, and Ganondorf him-fucking-self. You're over matched, outclassed, and under equipped. You need the hookshot, the bow, shit man you don't even have a sword or shield. That's how unprepared you are for the ass-whipping you're about to get laid upon you. And to top it all off, you've aligned yourself with Judas and Judas Two.
There's one thing WCF has forgotten, and it's that I am the be all end all when it comes to this company. I have one guy that needs a reminder, another that needs a lesson, and one that is blissfully unaware of anything that isn't made of a pixel. It doesn't matter who my partners are, a team with Corey Black on it should be feared, and we will be feared throughout this tournament. The King of All Wrestlers will never yield. I'll keep coming back and shoving my elbow in the mouth of any one of you jackasses that dares disrespect me or WCF. Logan disrespects WCF by simply existing, making a mockery of the sport and using it to get himself off. Dag Riddik disrespects WCF by issuing an open challenge for a title he shouldn't even have, then duck duck ducking every single quality opponent that comes his way. And The Game - god, where do I begin with this guy. He's a Twitch streamer at best, not a pro wrestler. His choice in company is the most telling. Guilty by association.
On May 1st, 2011 a team of men went into a compound and eliminated the most wanted terrorist in the world. On May 1st, 2016 a team of men go into a tournament to eliminate the most wanted terrorist in WCF. Logan, we're coming for you, and the bell is tolling.
For you.
Corey simply walks way from the WCF banner, the scene fading to black.
