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Post by Corey Black on Feb 2, 2009 17:45:51 GMT -5
Scene opens up with Corey Black standing in front of a banner that has the "XIII" logo on it, obviously backstage at the WCF Arena.
Corey Black: Since my opponent is obviously shy about his WCF debut, I'm going to take this time to speak about more important matters. Like Thirteen. The opening match has been announced, and it features WCF World Champion Torture taking on Gravedigger in a Casket Match. Hopefully, one of them can eliminate the other and force a full fledged retirement.
In addition, I've received word that "Reckless Jack" Brad Kane wants to address everyone, and I do mean everyone.
And in yet another blockbuster announcement ... actually, no. Not exactly MY announcement. Stay tuned to Slam. It'll blow your mind.
Finally, we need a main event. I've literally been racking my brain trying to think of one. And I think I've got it. We've got Thunder, Jimmy Dean, Logan, Chester, Dobbie, Davey Boone, Rick Mad, Chris Avery, Ryan Daniels, Frosty, Chino, Kane, Shaun Wilson, and myself. That's fourteen people. fourteen is too many. I need eight. I don't even care if you compete for WCF or not, to be honest. Come one, come all.
One night tournament. A tournament, to end all tournaments. WCF needs a kick in the ass, and I'm here to dish out the punishment.
Corey reaches down and pulls into view a spool of barbed wire.
Corey Black: KING OF THE DEATHMATCH.
I'm pulling out all the fucking stops now. Barbed wire, thumb tacks, lighttubes, it's all going on. If you're too much of a pussy to sign up, I'll find people that aren't. My phone book is insane. I don't need you, but you need me. This is going to put someone on the map here in WCF. You've got guys that just squander around like Boone or Chino, you've got old vets like Thunder and Rick Mad, you've got newcomers like Wilson and Daniels ... man the fuck up.
If Gravedigger is out to destroy the WCF as a company, I want to destroy the wrestlers. It's been FAR too long since I've been in a deathmatch, and now I'm looking to be in three. In one night.
Corey reaches into his pocket and pulls out a sheet of paper with eight lines drawn on it. Corey tapes it to the wall and signs his name on the first line.
Corey Black: Seven spots left.
Corey walks off the screen as it fades to black.
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Post by logan on Feb 2, 2009 17:57:47 GMT -5
Mr. WCF, the Loogster, the dirty brown eye avenger, Logan walks by the paper taped up to the wall.
Logan: Corey Black?
Not yet hearing Corey's recent promo and explanation the paper gets stared at suspiciously.
Logan: Could this be a hotdog eating contest?! Wait, I didn't really see Black as the hotdog type..
After throwing off a shrug he fiddles into his pocket in hope for a pen.
Logan: People do change, maybe he likes a good dog or two.. he is American, after all.
Digging into his pockets deeper a look of frustration dawns over his face, he has no pen, no pen equals no signature. He does manage to find some means of signature, pulling a mustard packet from his pocket he easily breaks it open, and smears some mustard on the dotted line indicating his registration.
Logan: I think they'll know.. mmm, hotdog contest.
Skips off.
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Post by khardaway on Feb 2, 2009 19:48:37 GMT -5
From KevinHardaway.com
Kevin Hardaway. I can't believe I just signed up for this shit. I need the money. There, I said it.
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Post by Davey Boone on Feb 2, 2009 19:56:45 GMT -5
Davey Boone is looking over a piece of paper that's up on the bulletin board. Boone smiles and pulls out an ink pin from his pocket and signs the paper. He clicks the pin and walks away as the camera zooms in on the piece of paper. Corey Black, Logan, and Kevin Hardaway are all signed up for this match. There is another name below theirs, but it doesn't look like Davey Boone's signature. We make out a J and a V in the name, but that's about all we can really see in the name. Who has Davey Boone signed up if it isn't him? Hopefully we will find out soon enough!
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Post by Davey Boone on Feb 2, 2009 23:21:14 GMT -5
Boone is in the locker room holding the back of his neck as Chuck Watson shows up.
Chuck Watson: Ouch, looks like you took a pretty good beating.
Davey Boone: Yeah, glad I got saved just before I got finished off. Who was that?
Chuck Watson: What do you mean?
Davey Boone: I'm getting my brains beat in and next thing I know, the lights go out!
Chuck Watson: So, you got knocked out? That sucks!
Davey Boone: I have NEVER been knocked out in my entire life, knock on wood. The lights in the arena went out and the next thing I know, I'm sitting right here in the locker room. I did not even get a good look at who it was that saved me, but whoever it was, I appreciate it. You were right, they came for me knowing I didn't have anybody here for me.
Chuck Watson: Who did you sign up for that Deathmatch tournament?
Davey Boone: Don't worry, it wasn't me. I signed up HIM so he can stake his claim back as the roughest and toughest son of a bitch that's ever been in the WCF.
Chuck Watson: You don't want to get you some of the Deathmatch tournament?
Boone looks up as Chuck with a very confused look on his face as he takes the hand off the back of his neck showing that he had a bag of ice on there. Boone grins and stands to his feet.
Davey Boone: What if he and I end up facing each other?
Chuck Watson: Well, he's ALWAYS wanted to face you. So now is as good a time as any, right?
Davey Boone: Very true, a good friendly fight is hard to come by these days. I usually get attacked when I'm not looking and get the numbers game played on me. I'm signing up!
Chuck pulls the paper out from behind his back as Boone looks confused again as Chuck just stands there smiling with an ink pin in his hand.
Chuck Watson: I thought you would say that. Here you go, just sign below his name.
Boone laughs, grabs the ink pin and signs his name up for the Deathmatch tournament.
Davey Boone: Should be fun...
Scene fades.
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Post by R. Daniels on Feb 2, 2009 23:38:37 GMT -5
In just want to save a spot for me it will come n promo form later
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Post by mrwilson on Feb 3, 2009 8:14:40 GMT -5
Shaun Wilson walks down the hallway and stop at a piece of paper. He eyes it for a moment. A wide smile appears on his face as he reaches into his suit pocket. In one fell swoop and click of a pen he inks his John Hancock on the line.
Shaun Wilson: "Time to make a name round these parts."
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Post by Seth on Feb 3, 2009 21:30:52 GMT -5
Rick Mad walks past the wall, reads the names on the list, then turns towards the camera.
Rick Mad: Good thing you're here, cameraman. If anyone knows about my experience in deathmatches, it is Corey Black. It seems like another world, back when I became the XCW King of the Deathmatch. I can barely even remember it, like it never even happened. I can't remember any details of the match itself, but that must be because of a concussion I must have received or something. And somehow, I believe this is Corey Black's responsibility. Corey Black's fault that I can't remember what happened in that King of the Deathmatch match.
Rick signs his name and becomes the final participant.
Rick Mad: So at XIII, I will reclaim my title as King of the Deathmatch. And no one can stop me. And what I want most is to get to Corey Black, to punish him for what he did all those years ago to me.
Rick turns away, and smiles.
Rick Mad: Corey Black, book my fucking Death Match.
The scene fades out.
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Post by chino on Feb 5, 2009 9:22:55 GMT -5
The word Icon says alot, when you put it next to Extreme. That's a totally different story. For me, I've been down this road before. I am the extreme icon. My return to WCF may in the long run be a mistake. Yet for now I count my blessings. As I sit in my chair pondering my choices I wonder if its worth it to take CD up on his offer? King of the Deathmatch? I hear a knock on my door and it slowly opens, a WCF camera man enters and I see the red record light is on. I look at the camera and smirk.
Chino: "King of the Deathmatch, this is a new twist Corey. Do your other participants know what a deathmatch entails? Not just barbwire, ladders, chairs, nails, tacks, light tubes, broken glass, explosives. The whole nine yards. I hope you don't plan having some watered down wrestling match. I'm signing up only because I will prove that I am the king of extreme, the Extreme Icon. The man the myth the legend.
You see, I don't know what Seth Lerch, Reckless Jack, Torture, Logan, or even yourself have been doing since WCF crashed. I myself, went back to my roots, I rejoined UWF, Ultraviolent Wrestling Federation. Every match is no dq, pretty much promises the fans that weapons will be used. But not just ordinary weapons. Deathmatches are actually deathmatches, people go crashing through light tube tables wrapped in barbwire. They get stapled in the forehead. People have had kendo sticks smashed over their man area.
We get into those matches and we are out for a week or two. So understand, and let everyone else know in these types of matches. Don't live for the entire tournament. Fight for the match at hand. Whether you win or lose. It's not set in stone that you will be able to make it to the next show. Yeah, I can almost put every cent on it that you will be far from 100 percent. I'm going past that. I'm saying with a match like this. Someone might lose their career. IF NOT THEIR LIFE!
So Corey, Sign me up. I see you go no love loss for me, I'll just "squander" around WCF. Expect me to come for you when I am done though. We got business that was never finished. You my friend need to dance with the devil. Just don't request the song!
The cameraman peaks behind the camera and looks at me. I give him a deep stare and walk past him out of my room.
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Post by Corey Black on Feb 5, 2009 9:39:29 GMT -5
Corey Black is seen walking by the sheet of paper, and takes it down.
Corey Black: Well, that's nine.
He stares at the paper, dumbfounded, and obviously annoyed.
Corey Black: Chino, WHAT THE FUCK?! Are you so high that you can't count to eight? Sorry, but you'll have to squander for another week. Next time, try to get to your dealer early so you can get in on my fun. Silly stoner.
Black takes the paper off camera, as the scene fades out.
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Post by chino on Feb 5, 2009 11:38:34 GMT -5
Chino is seen backstage after Corey has made another announcement. Chino looks back at the list and reads off the names
Logan, who thinks its a hotdog eating contest but i guess he is in?
Kevin Hardaway who needs the money is in, thats two out of seven
Davey Boone has signed someone up who knows who buts thats still only three?
Some dude who likes Rik Astley signed up formally so thats four?
Shaun Wilson and Rick Madd make five and six? Making myself Chino, the seventh and last person.
Chino looks in the mirror and looks at his eyes
I've been clean for over a month! Give me some credit!
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Post by Davey Boone on Feb 5, 2009 12:00:08 GMT -5
Boone walks up to Chino holding a hotdog that he stole from Logan. He pulls the hot dog out of the bun and smacks Chino in the face with it and smiles. Chino is just standing there stunned.
Davey Boone: THEN I signed up myself after I signed up the unknown person, making me the 8th and final person. And sorry for smacking you with a hot dog!
Boone smiles and then takes a bite out of the hot dog before walking away.
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Post by Jack of Blades on Feb 5, 2009 12:09:02 GMT -5
An Open Letter to Chino from Jack of Blades, esq.
Dear Chino
As a result of my propensity to write letters/jeremiads, I have come to be known as the 'WCFs Postal Master.' (NB: I did try and tell Torture that postal workers earn their wage through the delivery of mail and not its creation and thus the given sobriquet is not a fitting one. He would not listen.) Regardless, seeing as how the WCF refuse to give me any degree of responsibility, I have decided to take this mocking 'zinger' and fulfill it as dutifully as a nutcase can. I mean the U.S. postal service is filled with them anyway. Anyway, as the WCF's Minder of Mail, Corey Black would like me to deliver you this message:
Chino, Jesus Christ, (not Chino and Jesus Christ, I meant Jesus as an 'exclamative term') look at the registration sheet. Davey Boone signed both himself in and some other emo-scene-kid-jobber. Can't wait to kill them and pin them for the...UNO DOS TRES. Anyway, I'll catch you later. Freakin' noob...WOFLCOPTER! - C.B. (Care Bear)
-Jack
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Post by chino on Feb 5, 2009 12:33:25 GMT -5
Chino is seen still standing in the hallway after Davey Boone has just slapped him with a hot dog. He is holding his letter from Jack and looks quite upset
Chino: He hit me with a hot dog?! Are you serious?!
Chino looks down at the letter.
Chino: Well put Jack. Well Put...by the way I really enjoyed the letter about Blago, kept me laughin for days. Keep up the good work
Chino shrugs his shoulders and walks off wondering what to do next.
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Post by Seth on Feb 5, 2009 12:40:06 GMT -5
Rick Mad is wondering by, watching everything that is going on.
Rick Mad: God damnit, why couldn't my first round match be against one of these clowns.
Rick walks by.
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Post by Jack of Blades on Feb 5, 2009 12:46:26 GMT -5
An Open Letter to Rick Mad from Jack of Blades, Postal Master
Dear Rick Mad,
Another message from Corey Black has been forwarded to me; this one addressing you. It reads:
I'M GONNA MAKE YOU SQUEAL, PIGGY! - C.B. (Chastity Belt)
-Jack.
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Post by Torture on Feb 5, 2009 14:48:44 GMT -5
OOC - JoB, I have no idea wtf you're talking about with the Postal Worker and my name?
Okay, go back to In-Character now.
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Post by Jack of Blades on Feb 5, 2009 15:55:59 GMT -5
An Open Letter to Torture from Jack of Blades, esq
To 'The Tort',
I believe that either you or I (Ok, its you) are confusing our own personalities with bizarro-universe alter egos. Or, you are forgetting the fact that other people's happiness causes me to suffer hallucinogenic episodes where things happen that didn't in this lifeless, tepid reality.
-Jack
OOC: Dude. It was a piece of Jack' crazy-talk. Of course, you don't know what I'm talking about. Seth never made a storyline where Jack became the WCF's resident postman. Well, he might of while I was away, I don't know. Either way, it's just a piece of Jack's babble.
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Post by Torture on Feb 5, 2009 21:32:38 GMT -5
Oh. I was like "wut is this fucking dickhead talking about now?"
Jk.
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