Post by Corey Black on Dec 28, 2008 0:16:51 GMT -5
Corey Black: I just cannot beat him. It's fucking ridiculous.
We open up to Corey Black and the unnamed woman walking down a snowy street. Corey is wearing a black hoodie with the hood up, and the woman has a blue coat with animal fur around the hood. The two walk by shops and restaurants along the street.
Corey Black: It's annoying how much of a pain in my ass Brad is. WCF? He beats me. GWC? He beats me. XCW? ... well nobody cares about that place. Everyone has a weakness. Chris Hero has the Chikara Clutch. Superman has kryptonite. Seth Lerch has penises. Me? I have Brad Kane.
Woman: How long have you known each other?
Corey Black: Years. No matter where either of us end up, the other guy shows up there too. It's like fate always brings us back together. I want to punch fate right in the nuts.
Woman: It can't be that bad.
Corey Black: Have you ever had a hangnail that you JUST CAN'T GET? Or a math problem that is so complicated, and you're so tired, that you want to just light the paper on fire? That's Brad. He reminds me of that mission in Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas. The one where you have to fly the shitty little radio controlled plane around and use it to destroy all the vans. I'd avoid that damn mission at all costs. Then, finally, one day I was like 'fuck this, I'm going to beat the ever loving hell out of this mission.' So I did. Right as the last van blew up, my power went out. A thunderstorm had built up in the time I was playing and POOF. There it went. All that determination and energy I put into that video game, and once I finally got it, fate decided it wasn't my time yet.
Woman: What are you going to do about it this time?
Corey Black: Some crazy training.
Corey and the woman reach their destination; The Myth. A nightclub in Maplewood, Minnesota, near Minneapolis. The building is enormous and lit up by blue neon lights on the outside. The line in is pretty short for a Saturday night, but everyone is dressed in collared popped shirts and slacks. Corey is sporting baggy jeans with holes in them and a hoodie. Not exactly the attire required for this fancy place. Regardless, Corey and his woman stand in line and reach the door.
Doorman: Whoa whoa whoa, what's this?
Corey Black: What's what?
Doorman: Creeping Death in the flesh?
Corey Black: Well, technically, I guess so.
Doorman: Enter, please.
Corey looks back at his lady, shrugs, and escorts her inside. The Myth is banging tonight. Blue neons inside light the place just enough to see without feeling awkward, and the horrible modern techno music pours from the PA. In the middle of the dance floor, however, is a cage set up. Octagon style.
Woman: Corey...
Corey Black: Yeah, this is my idea of training for Brad. The guy can kick, he can chain, he can fly. He's basically a clone of me, if not more disciplined. Always has been.
Without warning, spotlights hit the octagon. A ref enters through the door, as well as the house DJ.
DJ: Welcome welcome welcome to THE MYTH! Tonight, we have a special night of unsanctioned MMA action! Our first fight will feature local celebrity and professional wrestler, haha, "Creeping Death" Corey Black!
Corey takes off his hoodie and hands it to the woman before heading through the crowd on the floor and into the octagon. Uner his hoodie, Corey had his hands taped up and no shirt, showing off the tattoos. The crowd is pretty receptive, given he's a pro wrestler in an octagon ... and not Brock Lesnar.
The scene fades out as the opponent approaches the octagon.
We open up to Corey Black and the unnamed woman walking down a snowy street. Corey is wearing a black hoodie with the hood up, and the woman has a blue coat with animal fur around the hood. The two walk by shops and restaurants along the street.
Corey Black: It's annoying how much of a pain in my ass Brad is. WCF? He beats me. GWC? He beats me. XCW? ... well nobody cares about that place. Everyone has a weakness. Chris Hero has the Chikara Clutch. Superman has kryptonite. Seth Lerch has penises. Me? I have Brad Kane.
Woman: How long have you known each other?
Corey Black: Years. No matter where either of us end up, the other guy shows up there too. It's like fate always brings us back together. I want to punch fate right in the nuts.
Woman: It can't be that bad.
Corey Black: Have you ever had a hangnail that you JUST CAN'T GET? Or a math problem that is so complicated, and you're so tired, that you want to just light the paper on fire? That's Brad. He reminds me of that mission in Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas. The one where you have to fly the shitty little radio controlled plane around and use it to destroy all the vans. I'd avoid that damn mission at all costs. Then, finally, one day I was like 'fuck this, I'm going to beat the ever loving hell out of this mission.' So I did. Right as the last van blew up, my power went out. A thunderstorm had built up in the time I was playing and POOF. There it went. All that determination and energy I put into that video game, and once I finally got it, fate decided it wasn't my time yet.
Woman: What are you going to do about it this time?
Corey Black: Some crazy training.
Corey and the woman reach their destination; The Myth. A nightclub in Maplewood, Minnesota, near Minneapolis. The building is enormous and lit up by blue neon lights on the outside. The line in is pretty short for a Saturday night, but everyone is dressed in collared popped shirts and slacks. Corey is sporting baggy jeans with holes in them and a hoodie. Not exactly the attire required for this fancy place. Regardless, Corey and his woman stand in line and reach the door.
Doorman: Whoa whoa whoa, what's this?
Corey Black: What's what?
Doorman: Creeping Death in the flesh?
Corey Black: Well, technically, I guess so.
Doorman: Enter, please.
Corey looks back at his lady, shrugs, and escorts her inside. The Myth is banging tonight. Blue neons inside light the place just enough to see without feeling awkward, and the horrible modern techno music pours from the PA. In the middle of the dance floor, however, is a cage set up. Octagon style.
Woman: Corey...
Corey Black: Yeah, this is my idea of training for Brad. The guy can kick, he can chain, he can fly. He's basically a clone of me, if not more disciplined. Always has been.
Without warning, spotlights hit the octagon. A ref enters through the door, as well as the house DJ.
DJ: Welcome welcome welcome to THE MYTH! Tonight, we have a special night of unsanctioned MMA action! Our first fight will feature local celebrity and professional wrestler, haha, "Creeping Death" Corey Black!
Corey takes off his hoodie and hands it to the woman before heading through the crowd on the floor and into the octagon. Uner his hoodie, Corey had his hands taped up and no shirt, showing off the tattoos. The crowd is pretty receptive, given he's a pro wrestler in an octagon ... and not Brock Lesnar.
The scene fades out as the opponent approaches the octagon.
