Post by Corey Black on Jun 24, 2007 5:27:21 GMT -5
Friday, June 22nd
The scene opens back up to the Tokyo, Japan arena. The WCFJ crowd is in a frenzy, watching all the awesome matches in the red and black ring. Hiroshi Yamahoto is standing inside the ring with a microphone.
Hiroshi Yamahoto (dubbed): Welcome to the main event of the evening tonight! This match will once again feature some of the best talent from WCF against the best WCFJ has to offer.
Crazy Asian techno blast beats come over the PA system and the crowd explodes. Rainbow colored lights flash from the entry way as Tetsu walks out. He has a crew cut, and wears a navy gi with a black belt. Of course, he's short and Asian. Tetsu walks down to the ring slapping the hands of the fans. As he reaches the ring, Tetsu climbs up to the apron and jumps over the top rope in a split, landing in the ring.
The lights go out and the crowd goes nuts. Bells toll and "The Light That Blinds" by Shadows Fall begins to play, and the crowd throws up the devil horns. Right on cue the lights come back on and Creeping Death comes out from the back. CD slaps the hands of the fans as he casually walks to the ring headbanging. CD slides in the stands up, throwing horns in the air to the delight of the crowd. Shadows Fall is faded down and Yamahoto brings the mic to his mouth.
Hiroshi Yamahoto (dubbed): To my left, representing Wrestling Championship Federation Japan. Standing five foot nine inches, and weighing in tonight at eighty two kilos ... from Kyoto, Japan ... TETSU!
The crowd cheers and Tetsu puts his arms in the air.
Hiroshi Yamahoto (dubbed): To my right, representing Wrestling Championship Federation. Standing six foot, and weighing ninety nine kilos ... from Des Moines, Iowa, United States ... this is CREEPING DEATH!
The crowd throws into the ring customary streamers, but they're black and white. Creeping Death throws horns in the air yet again as ring hands clean the ring out, and Yamahoto exits. The bell rings, and we're under way. CD and Tetsu approach each other and shake hands. They back away and lock up. Tetsu switches behind CD.
We go into a montage of the big moves of the match. Tetsu drops CD on his head with a backdrop driver that gets 2. Creeping Death takes Tetsu off the top rope with a Ryojoku No Ame for two. And tons more, the two looking progressively tired, sweaty, and bloody with every move. The match ends with a massive lariat from CD, getting the three count, and causing the crowd to explode. The ref holds CD's hand in the air, and CD bows to each side of the crowd as they chant his name. Creeping Death drops to the mat and pulls Tetsu out, holding him up and helping him to the back.
We switch to a backstage camera, CD holding Tetsu up and congratulating him on the match. Tetsu is handed off to a few trainers and Jodia runs up to Creeping Death, looking at the wound on his head, and covering it with a towel. The scene fades out.
Saturday, June 23rd
The scene opens up to a small Tokyo hotel room. Jodia is sitting on the edge of the bed in typical style, CD tank top and black pants, and CD is standing by the door with his black half face mask on, no face paint.
Jodia: Where exactly are we going now?
Creeping Death: I want to reward these Japanese fans with something special, so I want to hold Thirteen (XIII) over here.
Jodia: Are you serious?! You want WCF to actually come here to Japan?!
Creeping Death: Dead serious. I might even invite some WCF Japan guys to have a match or two with some WCF guys, make it a spectacle. I'll ask around the locker room on Sunday and see what everyone thinks.
Jodia stands up, walks over to CD and gives him a hug.
Jodia: This is the best idea you've ever had. Let's go.
The two exit the hotel room and walk out into the lobby, straight out onto a busy downtown Tokyo street. CD points to random stuff, obviously enjoying himself. The buildings are high and bright, lighting up with reds and blues and yellows. The two get to the end of the street and CD stops. The road splits into a Y shape, with a big open space in the V part. Plenty of room, and a big Times Square style screen on the side of the building looking down over the opening.
Creeping Death: This is it. This is the place.
Jodia: ... don't you need a ceiling?
Creeping Death: No, no. The Nightmare Chamber can be built from the ground up around a ring and not raised, with another ring beside it for the other matches. It'll be perfect, quite possibly the biggest thing to happen to WCF since ... me!
Jodia: Alright, alright, oddly enough that works!
Creeping Death: It's set then. Let's head back, we do have a plane to catch.
CD and Jodia walk away from the Y shaped place, camera staying on it as the scene fades out.
Sunday, June 24th
The scene comes back in to CD and Jodia on a plane coming back to the US from Japan. CD has fallen asleep and Jodia is watching a movie on a laptop. Scene fades out.
We come back in to backstage at the WCF Arena. Creeping Death walks through a long hallway, into the gorilla position.
Creeping Death: Today is the day. Ladder Match for the Hardcore Title, Danny Vice and Johnny Craven have the dishonor to be my opponents. I've been to the top of the hardcore mountain, and it's time for it to happen again.
CD walks through the gorilla position and into an empty WCF Arena. Everything is set up waiting for Explosion. Creeping Death walks out onto the stage and down the ramp, making his way to the ring. As he reaches the ring, CD lifts the apron and pulls out a ladder, sliding that into the ring and following it in. CD stands and once again addresses the camera.
Creeping Death: Johnny, I am convinced I am the reason you're the Hardcore Champion. I dropped Danny on his skull allowing you to get the pinfall. Without me, it's really debatable if you'd have won that match. But that isn't anything we haven't covered before, now is it?
I am capable in this ring, and it is about high time everyone figures that out. If you call that making an example out of the both of you, then so be it. You two are an example. I've been killing people left and right here, yet it's all the same talk. 'Hey CD ha ha you still suck because you're not new here.' Alright, I get it. Will winning the Hardcore Title again prove that not only am I as good as the new guys, but I'm ten times better than them? I fucking hope so. I'm sick of the shit that comes with people coming in here and claiming that just because they're new and mister Billy Bad ass, and I'm old and well established, they have the upper hand. Screw that.
Creeping Death bends down, picks up the ladder, and sets it up in the middle of the ring. CD then slowly climbs up the ladder, rung by rung, and sits on the very top, looking out to the sea of chairs.
Creeping Death: Those chairs will be the resting place of the WCF fans in attendance tonight. The very fans that have watched me grow and prosper into quite possibly the most successful and popular wrestler in WCF history. Everyone talks about me now. Steve Carr, Outcast, Davey Boone, you name them, I've given them a reason to remember my name. A reason to take notice.
CD closes his eyes and tilts his head back, facing the ceiling.
Creeping Death: If you don't know it by now, my name is Creeping Death. I am more hardcore and extreme than the entire WCF roster combined. All their claims, Johnny Craven and Vice claiming hardcore, Davey Boone and TXO claiming extreme, and if they're combined, they add up to a diva match.
Creeping Death looks back down at the camera.
Creeping Death: Sunday at Explosion, it happens again. Johnny Craven ... Danny Vice ... the bell tolls for ... you.
A large bell descends from the rafters, hanging above CD. The camera sweeps around and goes backward up the ramp, getting a great shot of CD sitting on the ladder with the bell above him, swinging and tolling. The scene fades out.
