Corey Black vs Adam Young - #1,000,000
Oct 16, 2016 13:29:01 GMT -5
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Post by Corey Black on Oct 16, 2016 13:29:01 GMT -5
It's been a pretty dope few weeks for our World Champion in Hawaii. Aside from the bullshit of last week, who could be angry with hanging out on a beach with a beautiful celebrity? That's neither here nor there right now, though, as it's go time. Slam is back on the air tonight and there's a World Title to defend. Corey Black is in a room with a green WCF banner behind him, camera pointed right at him. Did I mention he's wearing the WCF World Championship? Because he is.
Corey Black
Twice in a year? Man it must be Adam Young's time of his life. He gets to step into the battleground of the ring with greatness once again. I don't know what makes this idiot so lucky to get fuckin' wrecked by the King of All Wrestlers yet again - and so soon, no less - but let's all give Adam a big congratulations. No, not for getting a shot at my World Championship, he doesn't deserve any recognition for that. This will be Adam Young's one millionth attempt at beating me in a one on one match! Yeaaaah!
Corey sarcastically throws his hands into the air as confetti and balloons fall from the sky. Written on every single balloon is "0-999,999" - in Sharpie, no less. Corey catches a balloon and holds it in front of him. Still wearing the WCF World Title, mind you. Don't forget.
Corey Black
I honestly don't know what makes you feel so confident in this match. You were there, you saw me go six for six in the Deathmatch Tournament. You saw me topple The Mountain at War. But I see you on Twitter talking like my gold is your gold already. That's just not the case. Nor will it ever be the case. Even when I am dead I'll be better than your bitch ass, Adam. A talent like mine transcends generations. The bygone era was my time, this era is my time, and the coming era ... is my fucking time. I first won this World Title over thirteen years ago. Do you know what could have happened in that time? Gemini Battle could have found a better host. Thomas Bates could have lost all his weight and maybe his virginity. That's a total of seven hundred and twenty eight Danny Anderson returns. What did I do in thirteen years? SIX. WORLD. TITLE. REIGNS. Adam Young, you lowly shit eating redneck fuccboi, you have NO CHANCE in taking this from me. Not a goddamn sliver of one.
It's not even about this belt, it's a fact of life. Just as the sun rises and the sun sets, Corey Black will forever be better than you. When I e-mailed the boss and asked to give Oblivion his rematch since rematches are just thrown out all willy nilly, he told me I was already booked against Adam Young. Why? What the hell have you done? If you took your entire career and condensed every single high point into a month, you still haven't done anything worth fighting for the WCF World Championship. You pinned Joey Flash - as a joke. You pinned me in War - as a joke. Gravedigger can still fuck off for that. You've been riding that wave for years now, through loss after suffering loss you still cling on to the fact that you have, in fact, eliminated me from War by way of a Gravedigger scheme.
Joke's over. I've made you my bitch every single time we have stepped into the ring, and tonight will be no different. Bring your family, your friends, every other indy federation you operate in to secure such a vast array of tag team partners - line every motherfucker up from Grandpa Young down to little Tommy Young the 3rd, everyone in between - and I'll elbow the shit out of every single fucking person in the line. That's what you fail to realize Adam, you can respect me all you want, suck my dick for months on end until you're put against me - I'm going to ignore you. You insignificant swine. I see everything you do. Every comment you make, every move you perform. That's your game though, you try to annoy a man to the brink of insanity. I've seen insanity, and it sure as hell isn't a weirdo from Texas. After this match, I hope for the final time, you realize your mistakes in life. You repent every sin you've ever done and pray at the alter of Black. Pray for forgiveness and that I may have mercy on you, because I swear on everything I have done Adam, I am finished with you once I beat you tonight. No more bullshit, no more random ass World Title Matches - I have proven my point. I proved my point years ago, but here we are once again. Circumstance brought us together in the King of the Deathmatch, but a thought out plan brought us together for the final time.
Put it on the marquee, put it in the newspapers, throw it on a tombstone.. whatever you do, make sure you're ready for what is coming to you. Chase your chickens around your farm for days on end, they'll never give you the quickness you'll need to move out of the way of my MACK TRUCK of an elbow. I don't need Pantheon at my side to win anything - they weren't there when I beat Thomas Bates, and they won't be there when I beat you, Adam - but the party has already begun. The party celebrating your one millionth attempt at beating me, the celebration of a successful title defense, and the congratulations to the team for heading to One to battle for whatever belts we want.
It's the dawn of a new era for WCF. Gone are the days of oppression and anguish. Pantheon exterminates every parasite on this roster one by one by one until it is pure once again. It began with Thomas Bates, it continues with Adam Young, and it ends at One when Every. Single. Belt. comes home. You're welcome to watch from the sidelines, Mr. Young. I'll even throw in a Pantheon t-shirt for your troubles. You'll soon realize that everyone came back for the good of WCF. This company was killing itself from the inside. We're the antibiotics it needs.
The bells are tolling, Adam. You've heard them many times in your life, but this will be the very last. You've never been worthy of stepping into the ring with me. Don't you ever fucking forget it. Get my face tattooed on your forearm. When you look down and see me staring back at you, let it be a reminder of how big of a failure you are. Your arch nemesis, the one being you pine for even more than your wife - thinks so little of you. My respect comes from competition, Adam. If you can hang with the best in the company, you'll have my respect. You though, you'll never earn it. I have much bigger and much more respectable things on my plate. Head back to TWF, tuck your tail between your legs and go train a new generation of the worst wrestlers known to mankind. When they realize what a shitty job you've done, maybe they'll head to the Burning Hammer Dojo and get trained by the WCF WORLD CHAMPION, COREY FUCKING BLACK.
With his right elbow, Corey brings the hammer down upon the balloon he was holding, popping it and sending it flying around the room in a million tiny pieces. A few bounce off the WCF World Championship, but it's okay. Ten pounds of gold. Which Corey won.
Corey Black
Twice in a year? Man it must be Adam Young's time of his life. He gets to step into the battleground of the ring with greatness once again. I don't know what makes this idiot so lucky to get fuckin' wrecked by the King of All Wrestlers yet again - and so soon, no less - but let's all give Adam a big congratulations. No, not for getting a shot at my World Championship, he doesn't deserve any recognition for that. This will be Adam Young's one millionth attempt at beating me in a one on one match! Yeaaaah!
Corey sarcastically throws his hands into the air as confetti and balloons fall from the sky. Written on every single balloon is "0-999,999" - in Sharpie, no less. Corey catches a balloon and holds it in front of him. Still wearing the WCF World Title, mind you. Don't forget.
Corey Black
I honestly don't know what makes you feel so confident in this match. You were there, you saw me go six for six in the Deathmatch Tournament. You saw me topple The Mountain at War. But I see you on Twitter talking like my gold is your gold already. That's just not the case. Nor will it ever be the case. Even when I am dead I'll be better than your bitch ass, Adam. A talent like mine transcends generations. The bygone era was my time, this era is my time, and the coming era ... is my fucking time. I first won this World Title over thirteen years ago. Do you know what could have happened in that time? Gemini Battle could have found a better host. Thomas Bates could have lost all his weight and maybe his virginity. That's a total of seven hundred and twenty eight Danny Anderson returns. What did I do in thirteen years? SIX. WORLD. TITLE. REIGNS. Adam Young, you lowly shit eating redneck fuccboi, you have NO CHANCE in taking this from me. Not a goddamn sliver of one.
It's not even about this belt, it's a fact of life. Just as the sun rises and the sun sets, Corey Black will forever be better than you. When I e-mailed the boss and asked to give Oblivion his rematch since rematches are just thrown out all willy nilly, he told me I was already booked against Adam Young. Why? What the hell have you done? If you took your entire career and condensed every single high point into a month, you still haven't done anything worth fighting for the WCF World Championship. You pinned Joey Flash - as a joke. You pinned me in War - as a joke. Gravedigger can still fuck off for that. You've been riding that wave for years now, through loss after suffering loss you still cling on to the fact that you have, in fact, eliminated me from War by way of a Gravedigger scheme.
Joke's over. I've made you my bitch every single time we have stepped into the ring, and tonight will be no different. Bring your family, your friends, every other indy federation you operate in to secure such a vast array of tag team partners - line every motherfucker up from Grandpa Young down to little Tommy Young the 3rd, everyone in between - and I'll elbow the shit out of every single fucking person in the line. That's what you fail to realize Adam, you can respect me all you want, suck my dick for months on end until you're put against me - I'm going to ignore you. You insignificant swine. I see everything you do. Every comment you make, every move you perform. That's your game though, you try to annoy a man to the brink of insanity. I've seen insanity, and it sure as hell isn't a weirdo from Texas. After this match, I hope for the final time, you realize your mistakes in life. You repent every sin you've ever done and pray at the alter of Black. Pray for forgiveness and that I may have mercy on you, because I swear on everything I have done Adam, I am finished with you once I beat you tonight. No more bullshit, no more random ass World Title Matches - I have proven my point. I proved my point years ago, but here we are once again. Circumstance brought us together in the King of the Deathmatch, but a thought out plan brought us together for the final time.
Put it on the marquee, put it in the newspapers, throw it on a tombstone.. whatever you do, make sure you're ready for what is coming to you. Chase your chickens around your farm for days on end, they'll never give you the quickness you'll need to move out of the way of my MACK TRUCK of an elbow. I don't need Pantheon at my side to win anything - they weren't there when I beat Thomas Bates, and they won't be there when I beat you, Adam - but the party has already begun. The party celebrating your one millionth attempt at beating me, the celebration of a successful title defense, and the congratulations to the team for heading to One to battle for whatever belts we want.
It's the dawn of a new era for WCF. Gone are the days of oppression and anguish. Pantheon exterminates every parasite on this roster one by one by one until it is pure once again. It began with Thomas Bates, it continues with Adam Young, and it ends at One when Every. Single. Belt. comes home. You're welcome to watch from the sidelines, Mr. Young. I'll even throw in a Pantheon t-shirt for your troubles. You'll soon realize that everyone came back for the good of WCF. This company was killing itself from the inside. We're the antibiotics it needs.
The bells are tolling, Adam. You've heard them many times in your life, but this will be the very last. You've never been worthy of stepping into the ring with me. Don't you ever fucking forget it. Get my face tattooed on your forearm. When you look down and see me staring back at you, let it be a reminder of how big of a failure you are. Your arch nemesis, the one being you pine for even more than your wife - thinks so little of you. My respect comes from competition, Adam. If you can hang with the best in the company, you'll have my respect. You though, you'll never earn it. I have much bigger and much more respectable things on my plate. Head back to TWF, tuck your tail between your legs and go train a new generation of the worst wrestlers known to mankind. When they realize what a shitty job you've done, maybe they'll head to the Burning Hammer Dojo and get trained by the WCF WORLD CHAMPION, COREY FUCKING BLACK.
With his right elbow, Corey brings the hammer down upon the balloon he was holding, popping it and sending it flying around the room in a million tiny pieces. A few bounce off the WCF World Championship, but it's okay. Ten pounds of gold. Which Corey won.
