Post by Corey Black on Dec 8, 2008 16:23:36 GMT -5
We open up to a black screen. Not a second later, lettering starts forming, coming from a mist-like graphic.
WCF closed, leaving it's World and Hardcore Champion nothing to do but go back to Japan and defend the titles. CD defended the title night in and night out, and then started appearing in GWC again. While there, Seth Lerch showed up as a surprise to Mike Ragnal, who defended the WCF Television Title without consent. Seth, CD, and Steve Carr decided to go on a crusade until Steve retired, in a mysterious match with Creeping Death.
Earlier, Seth had come back and set up the WCF Classic, an eight man tournament, in which CD was the last to sign up for, got his title stripped, and defeated the odds to walk out the winner, thus winning his belt back for a fourth time.
GWC brought on some dark times for CD, and then this happened on Halloween.
Losing the face paint and gimmick, Corey Black is now destined for glory once again with WCF. Will he keep his title? Will Seth still be on his side? And who is this mystery woman he's been seen with? Nobody in GWC knows as of now. Then again, GWC doesn't even have an identity anymore. With WCF back, everything else is an afterthought.
WCF closed, leaving it's World and Hardcore Champion nothing to do but go back to Japan and defend the titles. CD defended the title night in and night out, and then started appearing in GWC again. While there, Seth Lerch showed up as a surprise to Mike Ragnal, who defended the WCF Television Title without consent. Seth, CD, and Steve Carr decided to go on a crusade until Steve retired, in a mysterious match with Creeping Death.
Earlier, Seth had come back and set up the WCF Classic, an eight man tournament, in which CD was the last to sign up for, got his title stripped, and defeated the odds to walk out the winner, thus winning his belt back for a fourth time.
GWC brought on some dark times for CD, and then this happened on Halloween.
The scene opens with Creeping Death sitting alone. He's sitting on a cold steel chair in the middle of a baron locker room with Japanese banners all over the wall. CD is in his normal attire, but a mask of his face paint, just like the report said. CD has his forearms resting on his thighs, and his head down.
Creeping Death: The past few months, I didn't know who I was. Death, the Joker, the killing name Gematria, or a Dragon. But since I've been barred from GWC events for a little bit, and been over here in Japan, I've come to terms. I need to get back to basics. Can't even hold the Ultimate Title here, a title so much further down the card than I should be.
GWC is a place where I absolutely cannot find a grasp on anything. Torture is here one month, gone for another five, and back again. I win about as much as the Minnesota Vikings. And to top it all off, my mind was split into four pieces that would work together to end up working independent.
So, I've come to a conclusion.
Creeping Death stands up from the chair, and walks over to a nearby mirror on the wall over a table with a silver tool on it.
Creeping Death: I need to do what seemed to work a few years ago.
CD looks at himself. Up and down, examining every aspect of his being.
Creeping Death: It needs to be done.
CD reaches up and touches his mask.
Creeping Death: It needs to be GONE.
CD slips his thumb under the chin of the mask, and pulls it up and over his head. CD's hair falls to his face. CD flips his hair back and reveals his face, once again. Chinstrap beard with a longer goatee at his chin, bottom lip pierced on the right side with a hoop in it, and left eyebrow pierced with a spike in that one. Pretty good looking fellow, for hiding behind masks and face paints most of his career.
Creeping Death: It's been years since my face has been seen. Dating back to WCF, when everyone thought my name was James Volz. I was still hiding from my real family, back then. Recently, I've dropped that and gone with my given ... first name, Corey. But now it's time to put all that to rest. I don't care if my father's family finds me. Fuck him, and fuck them too. Not a damn thing they can do about it now. I have absolutely nothing to hide now, and I can get back to my given name. Volz is laid to rest.
CD reaches down onto the table and grabs the silver tool. He clicks it on, and it begins buzzing. ... CD has a personal electric razor. He takes a deep breath and then goes to town on his long black hair. After a few minutes, CD's long hair is reduced to an extremely short buzz cut, about the same length of his beard.
Creeping Death: This is step one to my recovery here in GWC. Step two is Torture and I running through this place like we had planned with the One Nine Zero Eight campaign.
Creeping Death dies, for now at least, here in Japan. I'm going back to the states centered. Focused. Determined.
I'm going back to the states as Corey Black.
The scene fades out with the newly christened Corey Black looking into the mirror at what he's done to himself.
Creeping Death: The past few months, I didn't know who I was. Death, the Joker, the killing name Gematria, or a Dragon. But since I've been barred from GWC events for a little bit, and been over here in Japan, I've come to terms. I need to get back to basics. Can't even hold the Ultimate Title here, a title so much further down the card than I should be.
GWC is a place where I absolutely cannot find a grasp on anything. Torture is here one month, gone for another five, and back again. I win about as much as the Minnesota Vikings. And to top it all off, my mind was split into four pieces that would work together to end up working independent.
So, I've come to a conclusion.
Creeping Death stands up from the chair, and walks over to a nearby mirror on the wall over a table with a silver tool on it.
Creeping Death: I need to do what seemed to work a few years ago.
CD looks at himself. Up and down, examining every aspect of his being.
Creeping Death: It needs to be done.
CD reaches up and touches his mask.
Creeping Death: It needs to be GONE.
CD slips his thumb under the chin of the mask, and pulls it up and over his head. CD's hair falls to his face. CD flips his hair back and reveals his face, once again. Chinstrap beard with a longer goatee at his chin, bottom lip pierced on the right side with a hoop in it, and left eyebrow pierced with a spike in that one. Pretty good looking fellow, for hiding behind masks and face paints most of his career.
Creeping Death: It's been years since my face has been seen. Dating back to WCF, when everyone thought my name was James Volz. I was still hiding from my real family, back then. Recently, I've dropped that and gone with my given ... first name, Corey. But now it's time to put all that to rest. I don't care if my father's family finds me. Fuck him, and fuck them too. Not a damn thing they can do about it now. I have absolutely nothing to hide now, and I can get back to my given name. Volz is laid to rest.
CD reaches down onto the table and grabs the silver tool. He clicks it on, and it begins buzzing. ... CD has a personal electric razor. He takes a deep breath and then goes to town on his long black hair. After a few minutes, CD's long hair is reduced to an extremely short buzz cut, about the same length of his beard.
Creeping Death: This is step one to my recovery here in GWC. Step two is Torture and I running through this place like we had planned with the One Nine Zero Eight campaign.
Creeping Death dies, for now at least, here in Japan. I'm going back to the states centered. Focused. Determined.
I'm going back to the states as Corey Black.
The scene fades out with the newly christened Corey Black looking into the mirror at what he's done to himself.
Losing the face paint and gimmick, Corey Black is now destined for glory once again with WCF. Will he keep his title? Will Seth still be on his side? And who is this mystery woman he's been seen with? Nobody in GWC knows as of now. Then again, GWC doesn't even have an identity anymore. With WCF back, everything else is an afterthought.
