Post by Corey Black on Jul 13, 2007 1:25:09 GMT -5
Our scene once again opens to downtown Tokyo in the middle of the night, and once again to the set of Thirteen (XIII), but as the camera sweeps around the now finished Nightmare Chamber, it goes inside the building with the giant screen on it. The setting inside the building is somewhat chaos. Lockers line the walls in one room, and in the very next room is a desk set up with a laptop on it. Behind the laptop typing away is Creeping Death, sans face paint, but plus the half face mask. Sitting beside the laptop is a packet of papers, CD switches back from typing and looking at the papers, obviously doing some paperwork, getting Thirteen (XIII) finalized. A phone rings in the office space, and CD groans as he picks it up.
Creeping Death: Heeeello, what is up?
Match order?
Alright, it'll go down like this. Ragnal will have his match first, I hope, followed by the Tag Titles, Tokyo Street Fight, JJ's match, Torture's match, and then the Chamber.
Alright, make it happen. Thanks! Bye.
CD hangs up the phone, slamming down, letting out his frustration and putting a halt to his fake sound of content. CD grabs a pen and scribbles something down on the first piece of paper, glancing up at the laptop after every couple word. A little Japanese secretary comes in and CD hangs off the packet to her with a smile, and once she turns away, the smile quickly fades away. CD slams the laptop shut with a sigh of relief, when the phone rings again. CD checks the caller ID and a genuine smile comes onto his face. He presses the talk button.
Creeping Death: Hey hey you crazy bastard, what is up?
Nothing now man, finally finished putting this fucking thing together. Everything is all set, hell the Chamber is even finished before schedule.
I'll catch up with you tomorrow before the show. Later.
CD presses the end button and puts the phone down, showing a fleeting sign of relief. CD stands up out of his chair and walks into the locker room, then outside into the street. He walks down a bit and goes onto the sidewalk, gazing up at the Nightmare Chamber, completely built and shining in the moonlight. CD pulls a key from his pocket and unlocks the huge door, swinging it to the side and gaining access to the Chamber. CD steps in, and just looks around at what he has created. Tons and tons of steel, four glass pods, and a ring with black ropes, turnbuckles, and a pure white mat. CD steps through the ropes and into the ring, looking up and around as he does it. He makes his way to the tinted Chamber, slapping the glass.
Creeping Death: Even with all the finalizations, I can't believe this is actually happening. Especially over here in Tokyo. It's a treat for everyone involved, but mostly, it is a treat for me. A treat for the Japanese fans, a treat for the guys like JJ Biggs and Torture who have never been over here, a treat for the American fans because hell, Japan is just plain cool. But I've been making my mark over here in WCF Japan. Hell, I even had plans on making the WCF Title an actual WORLD Title, defending it against some of Japan's rising talent, in association with WCF Japan. Of course, as the story goes, it didn't come to fruition when I had originally expected.
You know though, it is alright. It really is. Skyler can put me in his high angle Boston Crab and make me pass out all he wants, he can clog up the airwaves with ridiculous amounts of crap and pull off a win, the underlining fact is that I am better. I now realize I don't even have to win this match to prove myself. Looking back on everything that has transpired this month, particularly this week, it is apparent who the better man is. I go into this Nightmare Chamber with nothing to lose. I will not lose my Hardcore Title. I will not lose the respect of anyone here. I won't even lose my pride, as my opponent has already lost his enough to overshadow whatever happens at Thirteen (XIII).
This, my friends, is a very ... very dangerous and bad thing. Probably the worst that could happen. Walking into a high profile match, and proving I am better before the curtains even open.
Sucks to be everyone that happens to be thrown in my way.
Creeping Death begins laughing to himself, not in a manic way, but in a cocky chuckle kind of way. The camera pulls out and exits the Chamber, CD still laughing. The scene fades.
Creeping Death: Heeeello, what is up?
Match order?
Alright, it'll go down like this. Ragnal will have his match first, I hope, followed by the Tag Titles, Tokyo Street Fight, JJ's match, Torture's match, and then the Chamber.
Alright, make it happen. Thanks! Bye.
CD hangs up the phone, slamming down, letting out his frustration and putting a halt to his fake sound of content. CD grabs a pen and scribbles something down on the first piece of paper, glancing up at the laptop after every couple word. A little Japanese secretary comes in and CD hangs off the packet to her with a smile, and once she turns away, the smile quickly fades away. CD slams the laptop shut with a sigh of relief, when the phone rings again. CD checks the caller ID and a genuine smile comes onto his face. He presses the talk button.
Creeping Death: Hey hey you crazy bastard, what is up?
Nothing now man, finally finished putting this fucking thing together. Everything is all set, hell the Chamber is even finished before schedule.
I'll catch up with you tomorrow before the show. Later.
CD presses the end button and puts the phone down, showing a fleeting sign of relief. CD stands up out of his chair and walks into the locker room, then outside into the street. He walks down a bit and goes onto the sidewalk, gazing up at the Nightmare Chamber, completely built and shining in the moonlight. CD pulls a key from his pocket and unlocks the huge door, swinging it to the side and gaining access to the Chamber. CD steps in, and just looks around at what he has created. Tons and tons of steel, four glass pods, and a ring with black ropes, turnbuckles, and a pure white mat. CD steps through the ropes and into the ring, looking up and around as he does it. He makes his way to the tinted Chamber, slapping the glass.
Creeping Death: Even with all the finalizations, I can't believe this is actually happening. Especially over here in Tokyo. It's a treat for everyone involved, but mostly, it is a treat for me. A treat for the Japanese fans, a treat for the guys like JJ Biggs and Torture who have never been over here, a treat for the American fans because hell, Japan is just plain cool. But I've been making my mark over here in WCF Japan. Hell, I even had plans on making the WCF Title an actual WORLD Title, defending it against some of Japan's rising talent, in association with WCF Japan. Of course, as the story goes, it didn't come to fruition when I had originally expected.
You know though, it is alright. It really is. Skyler can put me in his high angle Boston Crab and make me pass out all he wants, he can clog up the airwaves with ridiculous amounts of crap and pull off a win, the underlining fact is that I am better. I now realize I don't even have to win this match to prove myself. Looking back on everything that has transpired this month, particularly this week, it is apparent who the better man is. I go into this Nightmare Chamber with nothing to lose. I will not lose my Hardcore Title. I will not lose the respect of anyone here. I won't even lose my pride, as my opponent has already lost his enough to overshadow whatever happens at Thirteen (XIII).
This, my friends, is a very ... very dangerous and bad thing. Probably the worst that could happen. Walking into a high profile match, and proving I am better before the curtains even open.
Sucks to be everyone that happens to be thrown in my way.
Creeping Death begins laughing to himself, not in a manic way, but in a cocky chuckle kind of way. The camera pulls out and exits the Chamber, CD still laughing. The scene fades.
