Post by Corey Black on Jan 25, 2009 1:03:25 GMT -5
The scene opens up with Corey Black on his cell phone, nodding. He's wearing a Gojira band shirt and khaki pants. The unidentified woman is standing next to him. They're in a night club VIP room of some kind. A window overlooks the dance floor, where blue neon lights shine about among a sea of people.
Corey Black: Yeah. I'm finalizing it now. It'll certainly be one night of freedom. You tell Gravedigger that. Tell him he's on the card, too. No, I won't tell you who he's fighting yet. This is my show, not his. I don't care if he owns WCF. Yeah, I realize that. It's going to be my night of redemption. WCF needs this more than ever. GD is more tyrannical than Seth. Shut up. Shut up. I think I said shut up. Boudle. Yeah, I know I just stole Logan's gimmick. God, fuck off.
Corey slides the top of the phone down, effectively hanging up on whomever he was speaking to. A man dressed in a suit walks into the VIP area.
Man: Well, Mr. Black, I've looked over your proposal, and I must say, The Myth would love to host your wrestling event.
Corey Black: Thank you, sir.
Man: One thing though ... I'm going to need to see your flier.
Corey Black: Oh sure, no problem.
Corey's unidentified companion pulls a piece of paper out of her jacket, and lays it on the table. Corey and the woman walk out, all in smiles, as the camera comes over top of the table.
After showing the flier, the scene fades out.
Fading back in, Corey and the woman are walking outside the Myth in Minnesota, and it's bitter cold. Black has on a white hoodie, and their breath can be seen.
Woman: You're sure you want to hold Thirteen here?
Corey Black: Yeah. I figure I should have everyone come see my hometown. Gravedigger has some big ass plan for WCF. Sucks for him. I have a big ass plan for Thirteen that's going to ruin his. On top of that, his face is going to be ruined for the show, because I'm going to break it tomorrow.
Woman: What are your plans, then?
Corey Black: Honestly, it could go either way. I'm going to get in contact with a few friends and see if they'd be up for getting a team together for a little War Games action. If that falls through, well, I'm going to do what makes sense. Make my enemies beat each other senseless.
Woman: In essence, isn't that what Gravedigger is doing with WCF?
Corey Black: Not even close. I don't have goons that will run in match after match. It's going to be straight up, one on one.
The two continue walking along a parking lot until they reach Corey's black 300c. They open up the doors (Lambo style) and hop in. The cameraman jumps in the back seat to continue filming. Corey turns the car on, puts it in gear, and drives off.
Corey Black: You know what really pisses me off, though?
Woman: What's that?
Corey Black: Seth hasn't done a goddamn thing to get his company back. He's got to be on his couch in Oley, sitting there, probably drinking some one fifty one, and crying. If I were in his position, I'd have lawyers or some muscle after Gravedigger. All he wants is to take this place down, starting with the World Title.
Woman: He has Seth's signature..
Corey Black: And there isn't video footage to prove it was forged? I don't know about this whole situation. It seems pretty fishy to me.
Woman: What about Logan?
Corey Black: What about him? He means nothing in the grand scheme of anything now.
Right then, Corey's phone rings. He looks down at it, smiles, and slides it open.
Corey Black: Hey, what's up man? No joke? You'll be in Minnesota for the show? By all means. Yeah, I'll give you a match! We're gonna need all the support we can get if we're doing to keep this place doing. Shit yes, I'll call you back with the details!
Corey slides his phone down and smiles as he continues on down the road.
Woman: Another confirmed comeback for Thirteen?
Corey Black: Sometimes, it's great being me. For every guy that wants to rip my head off, there's one that wants to rip my head off at my show.
One thing I'm unsure of, is Torture. One second he's fine, the next he's calling for my blood.
Woman: I think you shouldn't trust anyone.
Corey Black: That's the wrestler's code of honor. You can't trust anyone. I've been fucked so many times by that, it's almost comical. I'm to the point in my career where it's 'fuck everyone, I'm gonna kick some heads off.' And it begins with Torture and Gravedigger. I hope they watch these videos of mine closely. Everything I'm saying is from my heart, because I am refusing to watch theirs.
Good luck, guys. I'm feeling a little ... Deathly.
Corey focuses on the road once again, and the woman smiles at him. The scene fades out.
Corey Black: Yeah. I'm finalizing it now. It'll certainly be one night of freedom. You tell Gravedigger that. Tell him he's on the card, too. No, I won't tell you who he's fighting yet. This is my show, not his. I don't care if he owns WCF. Yeah, I realize that. It's going to be my night of redemption. WCF needs this more than ever. GD is more tyrannical than Seth. Shut up. Shut up. I think I said shut up. Boudle. Yeah, I know I just stole Logan's gimmick. God, fuck off.
Corey slides the top of the phone down, effectively hanging up on whomever he was speaking to. A man dressed in a suit walks into the VIP area.
Man: Well, Mr. Black, I've looked over your proposal, and I must say, The Myth would love to host your wrestling event.
Corey Black: Thank you, sir.
Man: One thing though ... I'm going to need to see your flier.
Corey Black: Oh sure, no problem.
Corey's unidentified companion pulls a piece of paper out of her jacket, and lays it on the table. Corey and the woman walk out, all in smiles, as the camera comes over top of the table.
After showing the flier, the scene fades out.
Fading back in, Corey and the woman are walking outside the Myth in Minnesota, and it's bitter cold. Black has on a white hoodie, and their breath can be seen.
Woman: You're sure you want to hold Thirteen here?
Corey Black: Yeah. I figure I should have everyone come see my hometown. Gravedigger has some big ass plan for WCF. Sucks for him. I have a big ass plan for Thirteen that's going to ruin his. On top of that, his face is going to be ruined for the show, because I'm going to break it tomorrow.
Woman: What are your plans, then?
Corey Black: Honestly, it could go either way. I'm going to get in contact with a few friends and see if they'd be up for getting a team together for a little War Games action. If that falls through, well, I'm going to do what makes sense. Make my enemies beat each other senseless.
Woman: In essence, isn't that what Gravedigger is doing with WCF?
Corey Black: Not even close. I don't have goons that will run in match after match. It's going to be straight up, one on one.
The two continue walking along a parking lot until they reach Corey's black 300c. They open up the doors (Lambo style) and hop in. The cameraman jumps in the back seat to continue filming. Corey turns the car on, puts it in gear, and drives off.
Corey Black: You know what really pisses me off, though?
Woman: What's that?
Corey Black: Seth hasn't done a goddamn thing to get his company back. He's got to be on his couch in Oley, sitting there, probably drinking some one fifty one, and crying. If I were in his position, I'd have lawyers or some muscle after Gravedigger. All he wants is to take this place down, starting with the World Title.
Woman: He has Seth's signature..
Corey Black: And there isn't video footage to prove it was forged? I don't know about this whole situation. It seems pretty fishy to me.
Woman: What about Logan?
Corey Black: What about him? He means nothing in the grand scheme of anything now.
Right then, Corey's phone rings. He looks down at it, smiles, and slides it open.
Corey Black: Hey, what's up man? No joke? You'll be in Minnesota for the show? By all means. Yeah, I'll give you a match! We're gonna need all the support we can get if we're doing to keep this place doing. Shit yes, I'll call you back with the details!
Corey slides his phone down and smiles as he continues on down the road.
Woman: Another confirmed comeback for Thirteen?
Corey Black: Sometimes, it's great being me. For every guy that wants to rip my head off, there's one that wants to rip my head off at my show.
One thing I'm unsure of, is Torture. One second he's fine, the next he's calling for my blood.
Woman: I think you shouldn't trust anyone.
Corey Black: That's the wrestler's code of honor. You can't trust anyone. I've been fucked so many times by that, it's almost comical. I'm to the point in my career where it's 'fuck everyone, I'm gonna kick some heads off.' And it begins with Torture and Gravedigger. I hope they watch these videos of mine closely. Everything I'm saying is from my heart, because I am refusing to watch theirs.
Good luck, guys. I'm feeling a little ... Deathly.
Corey focuses on the road once again, and the woman smiles at him. The scene fades out.
