Post by Corey Black on Apr 25, 2009 17:09:37 GMT -5
Corey Black: I need to go back there. I fucking need to do this. For myself, for Nikki, for WCF, for everyone. But I can't. It's behind me. The temptation came back before, but I overcame it. It's just a name, just a look. Nothing more.
The scene fades in. Corey Black is sitting in his complimentary hotel room. He's at the desk that the TV sits on, but the TV is on the floor in pieces. In it's place, and the object Corey is looking at, is the old mask variant he once wore as Creeping Death.
Corey Black: Damnit, I can't convince myself of that bullshit. This goddamn thing split my mind in four. I lost sight of who I was.
Corey throws the mask onto the bed behind him, and places his head in his hands.
Corey Black: It all comes down to this. Months and months of planning. The retirement, the fake fallout with Lerch, all of it. One simple cage match to determine the fate of WCF and myself in general. I am not complete without WCF, and in turn, WCF is not complete without me. Ever since I joined this place, you can't say WCF without instantly thinking "Creeping Death." Even Logan is an afterthought now. It's down to me. I am the ace.
But I need help.
Torture, Logan, and Dake Ken.. I just don't believe in them. Torture is a self absorbed fuckface, Logan does nothing but fantasize and eat hot dogs, and Dake Ken? Where the fuck has he been? Not pulling a giant wooden mallet from the crowd and beating skulls in, that's for sure.
That leaves me.
That leaves ...
Corey looks back at the bed, back at the Creeping Death mask.
Corey Black: That leaves ... Corey Black.
Corey stands up and leaves the room, the mask still laying on the bed.
The scene fades in. Corey Black is sitting in his complimentary hotel room. He's at the desk that the TV sits on, but the TV is on the floor in pieces. In it's place, and the object Corey is looking at, is the old mask variant he once wore as Creeping Death.
Corey Black: Damnit, I can't convince myself of that bullshit. This goddamn thing split my mind in four. I lost sight of who I was.
Corey throws the mask onto the bed behind him, and places his head in his hands.
Corey Black: It all comes down to this. Months and months of planning. The retirement, the fake fallout with Lerch, all of it. One simple cage match to determine the fate of WCF and myself in general. I am not complete without WCF, and in turn, WCF is not complete without me. Ever since I joined this place, you can't say WCF without instantly thinking "Creeping Death." Even Logan is an afterthought now. It's down to me. I am the ace.
But I need help.
Torture, Logan, and Dake Ken.. I just don't believe in them. Torture is a self absorbed fuckface, Logan does nothing but fantasize and eat hot dogs, and Dake Ken? Where the fuck has he been? Not pulling a giant wooden mallet from the crowd and beating skulls in, that's for sure.
That leaves me.
That leaves ...
Corey looks back at the bed, back at the Creeping Death mask.
Corey Black: That leaves ... Corey Black.
Corey stands up and leaves the room, the mask still laying on the bed.
