The Legendary Career and WCF - A Eulogy
May 10, 2019 18:57:10 GMT -5
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Post by Corey Black on May 10, 2019 18:57:10 GMT -5
So it comes to this.
Closing shop once again, but this time, it was under my watch. It feels odd, almost unholy. WCF hasn't closed in God, I don't even know how long it has been. We had a hell of a run, man. I wanted to thank everyone that made it possible. Every last person that has chipped in even a day of work here, thank you. You helped keep the dream alive for all this time.
But most of all, I wanted to recognize the one person that made this all possible. One man above all else that contributed to everything up until this very moment.
That's right, Seth Lerch.
You piece of absolute garbage.
Oh did you think this was going to be some heartfelt thank you, a lay-down in your honor? Fuck that. This is all your fault. ALL of it. I wouldn't have had to take over if you had kept the bottle out of your mouth. WCF wouldn't have been my responsibility. You should have been the man handling the day to day operations, I'm not fit to be an owner. I belong in the ring. I belong between the ropes, Seth, and that's where you step at Endgame. You and me, once again, one on one. It's fitting, the two names that are synonymous with WCF's success and growth. Also the two names associated with it's death. Except everyone knows I - we - did everything we could to keep this place alive when you left.
When you left.. it feels fucking odd today, doesn't it? Seth Lerch doesn't leave WCF. He takes breaks but boy oh boy WCF comes surging back again. That isn't how it's going to go this time, though, is it? WCF will come back, but far from the helm will be it's rightful owner. The man that spent over half his life operating this place, he's done. Finally. No more, not ever.
Unless, of course, there's a pay raise in it for him. Fifty a week?
We didn't ask for anything to run WCF. My team and I, we did it because we love WCF. To a fault, maybe. We brought new ideas to the table, everything we did was from the heart. We did a tag tournament to stay out of Mexico, we introduced the Infinity Title to keep the stigma of Final Destination at bay, hell man, we changed to blue because lime-ass green is so Matrix 2000s it made me sick.
But here I am. Same boat as you. One in the same. I can't keep WCF alive either, so really, am I any better?
When you left the roster was filled with young stars that were right there on the cusp. Now, the shine of WCF has so many scratches we can't even sign a jobber let alone a new star. Black eye after black eye on your watch has reduced this company to little more than an Action Joke. Our most promising member since you left was Abraxas McKnight, and he vanished off the face of this planet. Here for a month and then poof. Before 2018, Abraxas could have been replaced in an instant. But WCF doesn't seek out main event talent, the talent wants to be here. If we offer them this and that, we are the idiots. We don't play other people's games, they play ours. Maybe bending to the will of others keeps WCF alive for almost twenty years. Maybe it was a huge mistake.
Maybe even going down this path was a mistake.
I am appalled by the amount of money I have made you, all for you to put it all down your throat in the form of alcohol. You'd show up to work drunk more often than a sexual assault would take place backstage. And I just went along with it all because this is my home. I couldn't go anywhere else, why would I start over when I had the lineage here? It would be stupid. But then I did it. And it felt good. I proved to myself that I don't need Seth Lerch behind me to carve a legacy. I knew it from day one, but in 2012 I finally proved it.
Sometimes I think about what would have happened if I never joined Net Championship Wrestling. If I never got in this circle. Would I still be in the place I am in my career? There's a trillion wrestling companies out there that would kill to have someone like me in their ranks. But they know not to even bother because this green and black bullshit runs in my veins. How would life have been if we never even met, Seth? Where would you be? I'd be right where I am as of Monday. I'm a fucking wrestler. I wrestle. You? You manage. Poorly. You'd have opened WCF and it would have crumbled. Hellz Angel, Mace and Logan aren't man enough to carry a company on their back. You put the weight on my shoulders on day fucking one, and I've hauled this bitch up and down every road known to man. Without you, Corey Black is a legend. Without me, WCF dies in 2002. No GWC. No Action Wrestling. No NBW. No nothing, it is birthed, on instant life support and dies before even opening its eyes.
And that's what makes leaving the hardest thing I have ever had to do.
You and I, we've never seen eye to eye. You've always championed the scum of this place and pitted them against me. Soon it became pathetic to even bother with you, everyone that walked through the doors took up issue and you'd worm your way into a match or send some goon in on them. But I asked for you. It's the most fitting conclusion. Old school WCF shit, am I right? No fluff, no nonsense, just two guys going out there and figuring shit out with their fists.
I hope they remember you when this is all said and done. They'll have no choice but to remember me. When WCF is gone, a part of me will die with it.
Farewell, WCF.
Goodbye, Seth.
The bells.. toll. For you.
Closing shop once again, but this time, it was under my watch. It feels odd, almost unholy. WCF hasn't closed in God, I don't even know how long it has been. We had a hell of a run, man. I wanted to thank everyone that made it possible. Every last person that has chipped in even a day of work here, thank you. You helped keep the dream alive for all this time.
But most of all, I wanted to recognize the one person that made this all possible. One man above all else that contributed to everything up until this very moment.
That's right, Seth Lerch.
You piece of absolute garbage.
Oh did you think this was going to be some heartfelt thank you, a lay-down in your honor? Fuck that. This is all your fault. ALL of it. I wouldn't have had to take over if you had kept the bottle out of your mouth. WCF wouldn't have been my responsibility. You should have been the man handling the day to day operations, I'm not fit to be an owner. I belong in the ring. I belong between the ropes, Seth, and that's where you step at Endgame. You and me, once again, one on one. It's fitting, the two names that are synonymous with WCF's success and growth. Also the two names associated with it's death. Except everyone knows I - we - did everything we could to keep this place alive when you left.
When you left.. it feels fucking odd today, doesn't it? Seth Lerch doesn't leave WCF. He takes breaks but boy oh boy WCF comes surging back again. That isn't how it's going to go this time, though, is it? WCF will come back, but far from the helm will be it's rightful owner. The man that spent over half his life operating this place, he's done. Finally. No more, not ever.
Unless, of course, there's a pay raise in it for him. Fifty a week?
We didn't ask for anything to run WCF. My team and I, we did it because we love WCF. To a fault, maybe. We brought new ideas to the table, everything we did was from the heart. We did a tag tournament to stay out of Mexico, we introduced the Infinity Title to keep the stigma of Final Destination at bay, hell man, we changed to blue because lime-ass green is so Matrix 2000s it made me sick.
But here I am. Same boat as you. One in the same. I can't keep WCF alive either, so really, am I any better?
When you left the roster was filled with young stars that were right there on the cusp. Now, the shine of WCF has so many scratches we can't even sign a jobber let alone a new star. Black eye after black eye on your watch has reduced this company to little more than an Action Joke. Our most promising member since you left was Abraxas McKnight, and he vanished off the face of this planet. Here for a month and then poof. Before 2018, Abraxas could have been replaced in an instant. But WCF doesn't seek out main event talent, the talent wants to be here. If we offer them this and that, we are the idiots. We don't play other people's games, they play ours. Maybe bending to the will of others keeps WCF alive for almost twenty years. Maybe it was a huge mistake.
Maybe even going down this path was a mistake.
I am appalled by the amount of money I have made you, all for you to put it all down your throat in the form of alcohol. You'd show up to work drunk more often than a sexual assault would take place backstage. And I just went along with it all because this is my home. I couldn't go anywhere else, why would I start over when I had the lineage here? It would be stupid. But then I did it. And it felt good. I proved to myself that I don't need Seth Lerch behind me to carve a legacy. I knew it from day one, but in 2012 I finally proved it.
Sometimes I think about what would have happened if I never joined Net Championship Wrestling. If I never got in this circle. Would I still be in the place I am in my career? There's a trillion wrestling companies out there that would kill to have someone like me in their ranks. But they know not to even bother because this green and black bullshit runs in my veins. How would life have been if we never even met, Seth? Where would you be? I'd be right where I am as of Monday. I'm a fucking wrestler. I wrestle. You? You manage. Poorly. You'd have opened WCF and it would have crumbled. Hellz Angel, Mace and Logan aren't man enough to carry a company on their back. You put the weight on my shoulders on day fucking one, and I've hauled this bitch up and down every road known to man. Without you, Corey Black is a legend. Without me, WCF dies in 2002. No GWC. No Action Wrestling. No NBW. No nothing, it is birthed, on instant life support and dies before even opening its eyes.
And that's what makes leaving the hardest thing I have ever had to do.
You and I, we've never seen eye to eye. You've always championed the scum of this place and pitted them against me. Soon it became pathetic to even bother with you, everyone that walked through the doors took up issue and you'd worm your way into a match or send some goon in on them. But I asked for you. It's the most fitting conclusion. Old school WCF shit, am I right? No fluff, no nonsense, just two guys going out there and figuring shit out with their fists.
I hope they remember you when this is all said and done. They'll have no choice but to remember me. When WCF is gone, a part of me will die with it.
Farewell, WCF.
Goodbye, Seth.
The bells.. toll. For you.
