Post by Corey Black on May 15, 2007 16:44:18 GMT -5
Our scene opens up to a dimly lit closed in area. Nothing is really visible, but the sound is astounding. Thwap after thwap is heard, and after each, people saying "oohhhhh!" Thwap. "Ooohhh!" Thwap. "OOOHhhhhh!" Louder and louder. The camera focuses a little more and a ring is visible, two sillouettes are inside it. One is on his knees and the other is kicking his chest over and over with such force, sweat is spraying in every direction with every kick.
Man: What the fuck were you thinking?!
Thwap. Kick to the chest.
Crowd: OOOHHHHHH!
Man: Did you think you'd get away with that?
Thwap. Another kick to the chest.
Crowd: OOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!
Man: Fuck you!
Thwap. Insane kick. The kickee flies back and lays on the mat.
Crowd: OOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Suddenly, two more men slide into the ring, and each take kicks to the calf. The lone man bends down, picks up a title belt, and blasts one of the new guys in the skull with it, knocking him out of the ring. The second new guy rushes, but is lifted into the air and dropped with a spinebuster.
Crowd: MCE! MCE! MCE!
The camera totally focuses now. Inside the ring, Creeping Death stands. Laying on the outside of the ring is Pennywise, inside are Nick Woo and Nemesis, the one being kicked. CD is holding the MCE Title over Nemesis. A banner across the top of the venue reads "WCFJapan," implying we are in Japan for another WCFJ event. Creeping Death grabs a microphone from someone at ringside as Pennywise and Nick Woo leave Nemesis in the ring.
Creeping Death: So, the Modern Cutting Edge Division is finished ... but not because of Team NCW like Outcast would like you to think. Oh no. Whoever saw Payback knows it was Jack of Blades' fault we lost that match. He dropped me on the chair, he left, he is to blame .... but now he's gone. How triumphant. Our World Champion turns on a tag partner, causes MCE to die, and then goes on to lose the World Title ... THEN leaves? Good riddance. Your long winded segments about nothing at all won't be missed.
On a related note, hey there Rick Mad, Merc, Steve Carr, Davey Ortega, and Outcast! How are you guys doing? Good I hope!
The crowd fires off a chorus of laughter.
Creeping Death: Long time no chat! Let's get on that, eh?
Team NCW. Representing everything Net Championship Wrestling ... wasn't. See, NCW was full of badasses. Myself, Logan, Hellz Angel, just to name a few. You guys are filled with bad wrestlers and asses. And you're led by Outcast of all people. Outcast! Well la dee dah, Outcast beat me for the WCF Title he must own yada yada. No. If I wasn't "jetlagged," you'd have been no problem, and don't even deny it. I've proved myself against you, Outcast. One on one, nowadays, there is nothing you can do. I proved that a few months ago. In a tag effort, you need MY OWN TAG PARTNER to beat me. Come on now. That is nothing to be proud of.
Creeping Death stops and looks out into the crowd. They are cheering and clapping for him, knowing full well what is happening. Something they don't see often.
Creeping Death: Bringing me to, well, more recent events. On Slam, honestly, I don't even know what happened. Lots of bodies and fists flying everywhere. Apparently Logan and I got the victory over the WCF Tag Team Champions? Sweet deal? No. Fuck that. Next week on Slam, Creeping Death verses Skyler Striker for the WCF World Title. The WCF Championship Series has just kicked into high gear, baby.
But, I can't help but be reminded of something a certain Seth Lerch said on Slam. Something to the tune of has beens like myself crapping up the Title scene ... yet here I am, World Title shot in hand? Brilliance. Sheer brilliance.
I guess it is time for me to ... once again ... prove my worth here. Something I'm getting really sick of doing, you know? It seems like every month I come out infront of a crowd and say those words. Time to prove myself ... again!
Enough of all that, on to Striker. A guy I acually have no problem with ... other than the fact that he has Jack of Blades syndrome. Yeah I said it, the guy takes WCF TV time to air his dirty laundry for a half hour. Jade, Katie, Shaneyah, not being Christians, yada yada hibbity boo. This is fucking wrestling. People get punched, kicked, slammed, stretched, all that shit. And you're talking about your life like it's One Life to fucking Live? Congrats bro, you have a family. Explain to me where that matters when you step into the ring with me. Go on. I surely can't come up with a reason. Shit.
The crowd begins chanting something in Japanese.
Creeping Death: I mean .. .goddamnit, this shit really pisses me off. Am I supposed to feel bad for the guy because his life sucks or something? Outside of the ring, damn right I'll feel bad, but FUCK dude, this is wrestling. W. R. E. S. T. L. I. N. G. I don't want your focus to be at home, dude. I want you one hundred percent in that ring, especially if I'm going to take your title from you. I don't want to beat a fifty percent in the ring, fifty percent at home Skyler Striker. Get back in the game, damnit. Gah!
The crowd switches from the Japanese chant to "FIFTY FIFTY! (clap clap clapclapclap) FIFTY FIFTY!" Suddenly, Keiji Ezaki of the MCE Division slides into the ring and attacks CD. Nemesis gets back up and helps out. From the backstage area runs Dehart! MCE MCE MCE! Dehart hits the ring and sends Nemesis to the outside. CD blocks a punch of Ezaki and spins him right into an oncoming superkick from Dehart. Dehart snatches the mic from the ground.
Dehart: You know what, CD? I just signed a contract to become a WCFsuperstar. You need back up against Team NCW and whoever else thinks they need to pull some kind of bullshit against you.
Creeping Death takes the microphone.
Creeping Death: Are you kidding me? You're a WCF wrestler now?
Dehart takes the microphone back from CD.
Dehart: Hell yes I am ... MCE lives.
Dehart drops the microphone as the Japanese crowd chants "MCE! MCE! MCE!" CD and Dehart raise their hands to the camera, and CD points at it mouthing "Pull your head out of your ass, Skyler." The scene fades to black.
Man: What the fuck were you thinking?!
Thwap. Kick to the chest.
Crowd: OOOHHHHHH!
Man: Did you think you'd get away with that?
Thwap. Another kick to the chest.
Crowd: OOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!
Man: Fuck you!
Thwap. Insane kick. The kickee flies back and lays on the mat.
Crowd: OOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Suddenly, two more men slide into the ring, and each take kicks to the calf. The lone man bends down, picks up a title belt, and blasts one of the new guys in the skull with it, knocking him out of the ring. The second new guy rushes, but is lifted into the air and dropped with a spinebuster.
Crowd: MCE! MCE! MCE!
The camera totally focuses now. Inside the ring, Creeping Death stands. Laying on the outside of the ring is Pennywise, inside are Nick Woo and Nemesis, the one being kicked. CD is holding the MCE Title over Nemesis. A banner across the top of the venue reads "WCFJapan," implying we are in Japan for another WCFJ event. Creeping Death grabs a microphone from someone at ringside as Pennywise and Nick Woo leave Nemesis in the ring.
Creeping Death: So, the Modern Cutting Edge Division is finished ... but not because of Team NCW like Outcast would like you to think. Oh no. Whoever saw Payback knows it was Jack of Blades' fault we lost that match. He dropped me on the chair, he left, he is to blame .... but now he's gone. How triumphant. Our World Champion turns on a tag partner, causes MCE to die, and then goes on to lose the World Title ... THEN leaves? Good riddance. Your long winded segments about nothing at all won't be missed.
On a related note, hey there Rick Mad, Merc, Steve Carr, Davey Ortega, and Outcast! How are you guys doing? Good I hope!
The crowd fires off a chorus of laughter.
Creeping Death: Long time no chat! Let's get on that, eh?
Team NCW. Representing everything Net Championship Wrestling ... wasn't. See, NCW was full of badasses. Myself, Logan, Hellz Angel, just to name a few. You guys are filled with bad wrestlers and asses. And you're led by Outcast of all people. Outcast! Well la dee dah, Outcast beat me for the WCF Title he must own yada yada. No. If I wasn't "jetlagged," you'd have been no problem, and don't even deny it. I've proved myself against you, Outcast. One on one, nowadays, there is nothing you can do. I proved that a few months ago. In a tag effort, you need MY OWN TAG PARTNER to beat me. Come on now. That is nothing to be proud of.
Creeping Death stops and looks out into the crowd. They are cheering and clapping for him, knowing full well what is happening. Something they don't see often.
Creeping Death: Bringing me to, well, more recent events. On Slam, honestly, I don't even know what happened. Lots of bodies and fists flying everywhere. Apparently Logan and I got the victory over the WCF Tag Team Champions? Sweet deal? No. Fuck that. Next week on Slam, Creeping Death verses Skyler Striker for the WCF World Title. The WCF Championship Series has just kicked into high gear, baby.
But, I can't help but be reminded of something a certain Seth Lerch said on Slam. Something to the tune of has beens like myself crapping up the Title scene ... yet here I am, World Title shot in hand? Brilliance. Sheer brilliance.
I guess it is time for me to ... once again ... prove my worth here. Something I'm getting really sick of doing, you know? It seems like every month I come out infront of a crowd and say those words. Time to prove myself ... again!
Enough of all that, on to Striker. A guy I acually have no problem with ... other than the fact that he has Jack of Blades syndrome. Yeah I said it, the guy takes WCF TV time to air his dirty laundry for a half hour. Jade, Katie, Shaneyah, not being Christians, yada yada hibbity boo. This is fucking wrestling. People get punched, kicked, slammed, stretched, all that shit. And you're talking about your life like it's One Life to fucking Live? Congrats bro, you have a family. Explain to me where that matters when you step into the ring with me. Go on. I surely can't come up with a reason. Shit.
The crowd begins chanting something in Japanese.
Creeping Death: I mean .. .goddamnit, this shit really pisses me off. Am I supposed to feel bad for the guy because his life sucks or something? Outside of the ring, damn right I'll feel bad, but FUCK dude, this is wrestling. W. R. E. S. T. L. I. N. G. I don't want your focus to be at home, dude. I want you one hundred percent in that ring, especially if I'm going to take your title from you. I don't want to beat a fifty percent in the ring, fifty percent at home Skyler Striker. Get back in the game, damnit. Gah!
The crowd switches from the Japanese chant to "FIFTY FIFTY! (clap clap clapclapclap) FIFTY FIFTY!" Suddenly, Keiji Ezaki of the MCE Division slides into the ring and attacks CD. Nemesis gets back up and helps out. From the backstage area runs Dehart! MCE MCE MCE! Dehart hits the ring and sends Nemesis to the outside. CD blocks a punch of Ezaki and spins him right into an oncoming superkick from Dehart. Dehart snatches the mic from the ground.
Dehart: You know what, CD? I just signed a contract to become a WCFsuperstar. You need back up against Team NCW and whoever else thinks they need to pull some kind of bullshit against you.
Creeping Death takes the microphone.
Creeping Death: Are you kidding me? You're a WCF wrestler now?
Dehart takes the microphone back from CD.
Dehart: Hell yes I am ... MCE lives.
Dehart drops the microphone as the Japanese crowd chants "MCE! MCE! MCE!" CD and Dehart raise their hands to the camera, and CD points at it mouthing "Pull your head out of your ass, Skyler." The scene fades to black.
