Post by Corey Black on Feb 7, 2009 18:38:55 GMT -5
Corey Black: Gravedigger, Torture, Logan, Rick Mad, Brad Kane, Chino, Davey Boone, Kevin Hardaway ... what else could there be?
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Oh yeah.
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Thirteen and the King of the Deathmatch.
We open up to Corey Black standing in the middle of the ring at the WCF Arena. He h is wearing a black In Flames hoodie with the hood up, dark baggy jeans, and white shoes. A lone spotlight is shining on him from the top of the arena. Corey walks over to the ropes closest to the entrance, and leans on them with both arms crossed.
Corey Black: So Gravedigger is pissed off because I can put on a better show then he can. Little does he know, Thirteen has always earned more money, better ratings, and the best reviews from all the industry insiders. Every single time I've done this, I've had something big. From the debut of the Camp Crystal Lake Match, to the Modern Cutting Edge Division tearing the house down, to the Nightmare Chamber match that has defined our generation, and now, the King of the Deathmatch tournament.
Sorry big man, but things changed when you were gone. Where did you go, anyway? That's not the point. The point is this. I was being put into shitty situations, like you're doing, and I won a match where I could make three wishes. I decided on having an annual show, just so I wouldn't be put in the situations. It's a double edged sword. I can book whoever I want, thus, if whoever is booking is being a dick to me, I can be a dick right back. Steve Carr did it, Seth Lerch has done it, you're doing it. But you're not doing it for the right reasons. You're doing it because I did book you. Completely backward.
My old friend Torture ends up with the WCF World Title once again. By hook or crook, he got it. After what seemed like the entire roster came out like it was an episode of WCW Monday Nitro, Torture pinned Gravedigger.
Corey claps slowly ... sarcastically.
Corey Black: All you did, Tort, was set yourself up to stare at the lights come the twenty second. There must be a winner, and that winner will be me. Even if you have your new New Dynasty come out and hold me down, allowing you to get the pin, I'll have my rematch at Thirteen in March. There's no way anyone can stop me in the King of the Deathmatch.
Of course, that's not looking over Slam. I have the honor of fighting the two men that I always and I mean ALWAYS have trouble beating, Logan and Brad Kane. At once.
It's not that I'm fired up, as much as I know I can win this. Logan is consumed with consuming hot dogs, and Brad Kane is worried someone might rape Megan in the ass or something, so he's always looking over his shoulder for her safety. My mind is blown at how completely ridiculous these two men have become. I mean, I even pinned Brad Kane. Is this bizarro world?
When it's all said and done, though, one thing is for sure. Come hell, high water, wins or losses ... I'm always going to be here.
Corey stands against the ropes and looks into the camera as the scene fades out.
...
Oh yeah.
...
Thirteen and the King of the Deathmatch.
We open up to Corey Black standing in the middle of the ring at the WCF Arena. He h is wearing a black In Flames hoodie with the hood up, dark baggy jeans, and white shoes. A lone spotlight is shining on him from the top of the arena. Corey walks over to the ropes closest to the entrance, and leans on them with both arms crossed.
Corey Black: So Gravedigger is pissed off because I can put on a better show then he can. Little does he know, Thirteen has always earned more money, better ratings, and the best reviews from all the industry insiders. Every single time I've done this, I've had something big. From the debut of the Camp Crystal Lake Match, to the Modern Cutting Edge Division tearing the house down, to the Nightmare Chamber match that has defined our generation, and now, the King of the Deathmatch tournament.
Sorry big man, but things changed when you were gone. Where did you go, anyway? That's not the point. The point is this. I was being put into shitty situations, like you're doing, and I won a match where I could make three wishes. I decided on having an annual show, just so I wouldn't be put in the situations. It's a double edged sword. I can book whoever I want, thus, if whoever is booking is being a dick to me, I can be a dick right back. Steve Carr did it, Seth Lerch has done it, you're doing it. But you're not doing it for the right reasons. You're doing it because I did book you. Completely backward.
My old friend Torture ends up with the WCF World Title once again. By hook or crook, he got it. After what seemed like the entire roster came out like it was an episode of WCW Monday Nitro, Torture pinned Gravedigger.
Corey claps slowly ... sarcastically.
Corey Black: All you did, Tort, was set yourself up to stare at the lights come the twenty second. There must be a winner, and that winner will be me. Even if you have your new New Dynasty come out and hold me down, allowing you to get the pin, I'll have my rematch at Thirteen in March. There's no way anyone can stop me in the King of the Deathmatch.
Of course, that's not looking over Slam. I have the honor of fighting the two men that I always and I mean ALWAYS have trouble beating, Logan and Brad Kane. At once.
It's not that I'm fired up, as much as I know I can win this. Logan is consumed with consuming hot dogs, and Brad Kane is worried someone might rape Megan in the ass or something, so he's always looking over his shoulder for her safety. My mind is blown at how completely ridiculous these two men have become. I mean, I even pinned Brad Kane. Is this bizarro world?
When it's all said and done, though, one thing is for sure. Come hell, high water, wins or losses ... I'm always going to be here.
Corey stands against the ropes and looks into the camera as the scene fades out.
