Post by Corey Black on May 20, 2007 3:13:51 GMT -5
Our scene opens up to a familiar yet not seen often enough sight. An empty piece of land. Just there. Trees surround this opening of grass and sunshine. Birds are certainly chirping as they fly from tree to tree. Off in the distance, dark clouds can be seen rolling in. They come closer and closer and the sky begins to be consumed with darkness, no sunshine coming through. The dark clouds blanket the sky, and soon enough, rain begins slowly falling from above. Slowly getting heavier and heavier until it's a straight up down pour. Lightning then begins to crash against the darkness, creating the strobe light dynamic. Without warning, a tall and slender stone structure appears in the middle of the opening. Just randomly. Big wooden door at the base and a wood roof housing a large bell. The camera creeps up to the door which opens from a hinge at the top. Inside is a spiral staircase that hugs the wall. As the camera follows the steps, blood is seen splattered all along the wall. At the top of the stairs is another wooden door that opens from the top. Here, we see just the bell, and a wooden coffin standing upright with a steel cross nailed to it. Lightning crashes and the cross drops and swings downward, ending up upside down. Lightning crashes again and the scene has changed. Now we are in a hotel room. Out the window, we see, quite possibly, the very same thunderstorm as before. Sitting on the bed is former MCE announcer Jodia. She is wearing a dark purple shirt with no sleeves and long black shorts. She's wearing make-up, looking like she's dressed up for something important.
Jodia: CD, what are you doing?
From somewhere behind the camera, CD's voice is heard.
Creeping Death: I'm not going out without my mask. Nuts to the paint and nuts to people seeing my face.
Jodia: Everyone has seen your face. Remember?
Creeping Death: That doesn't count. I didn't even use my real name at that point.
Jodia: Whaaaatever.
Jodia rolls her eyes and looks on at the thunderstorm. Creeping Death steps into the shot. He has the old half face mask with the Index Case logo on, and long ... long black Starter shorts with white stripes down the side and a wifebeater.
Jodia: Way to dress up.
Creeping Death: Alright, you explain the concept of dressing up with all these tattoos and a freaking mask on.
Jodia: I just wanted you to look nice. It's not every day the head of WCF Japan comes across to specifically wish you luck in your World Title match with Skyler.
Creeping Death: Yamahoto knows who I am and what I'm all about. I'm the only WCF contracted wrestler to appear with WCF Japan. Everyone else is either Modern Cutting Edge or local Japanese talent. I'm a big deal over there. He won't mind.
Jodia: Alright...
CD takes Jodia's hand and walks to the door. They exit and head down the hallway. Over the railing and into the lobby, a set is seen with "WCFJ" on it. Creeping Death and Jodia walk down a flight of stairs and into the main lobby, where this is all set up. Cameras and all. Hiroshi Yamahoto, head of WCF Japan, walks up to CD and bows to him while shaking his hand. CD does the same.
Hiroshi Yamahoto: From everyone involved with WCF Japan, Creeping Death, we would like to formally wish you luck in your WCF Title Match against Skyler Striker on Sunday.
Creeping Death: Thank you, mister Yamahoto. If I do indeed succeed, I will certainly look forward to making the WCF World Title a legitimate World Title, by defending it in WCF Japan.
Hiroshi Yamahoto and Creeping Death shake hands again and pose for pictures. And with that, they are finished. Hiroshi Yamahoto is rushed off and out of the hotel, but not before waving to CD and pointing to his wrist, signifying time restraint. Creeping Death fetches Jodia and they head back to the stairs, through the walkway and back into their room.
Jodia: That was it?!
Creeping Death: Told you it was nothing to get all dressed up for.
Jodia: Well ... damnit.
Creeping Death playfully locks Jodia in a headlock, and Judo hip tosses her onto the bed.
Creeping Death: Haha! Take that!
Jodia: Is that all you have? You plan on beating Striker with a lame headlock throw? He has heart, you know.
Creeping Death: He thinks he has heart, that is. Heart isn't devoting all the time you may have a certain week to wrestling. Heart is devoting all the time you WILL EVER have to wrestling. It's in my blood. His heart is with his family. Again, not that it's bad, but let's be real about this.
Jodia: What about me?
Creeping Death: You're along for the ride.
CD jumps up and springs off the edge of the bed, coming down with a very light frog splash to Jodia. She sells like a champ, though.
Jodia: He's got twice as much to fight for, you know.
Creeping Death: Oh really? Katie and Jade? Well I have Jodia and respect. Seems about the same to me, right?
Jodia: Don't be silly, you're not fighting for me.
Creeping Death: Uh yeah, have you seen me when you're not around? When I click into Creeping Death mode? It's nasty. Nobody exists that doesn't get hurt. But when it's all said and done, now that you're out of a job ...
Jodia: No thanks to a JOBber ...
Creeping Death: Regardless. Skyler turned this all around on me because I disagree with his reasons for wrestling and taking WCF TV time.
Jodia: Yeah, CSI? Dumb.
Creeping Death: Very dumb. I don't know, I spent my time with Hiroshi Yamahoto or you or Dehart, and he spends his with people that have zero impact on WCF at all. Just his life. WHICH IS OK.
Jodia: Point that out enough? I think I get it. You don't hate Skyler at all. You don't agree, and he took offense. Happens all the time.
Creeping Death: I know. All too often.
Creeping Death stands up off the bed and makes his way to the window. CD looks out at the thunderstorm, watching the lightning and the rain crashing against the glass.
Creeping Death: You know, I want people to stop calling me a has-been or washed up and open up their eyes. I'm still the best wrestler here. Always have been, always will be. There is nothing short of killing me that will ever change that fact.
Jodia: Everyone knows. You just don't always show it.
Creeping Death: So all I have to do is constantly show it?
Jodia: Not constantly. That's cocky. When it matters, deliver the goods and get the job done.
Creeping Death: Like at Slam?
Jodia: Like at Slam.
Creeping Death: Three time World Champion ... will anyone really take me seriously?
Jodia: Doubtful. WCF isn't full of what you'd call 'not newbs'. I don't think anyone knows what you're cappable of.
Creeping Death: Well then, that's it. I'll have to prove it to everyone. And what better way than defeating Striker and finishing off HIS WCF Championship Series?
Jodia: There is none better way.
Creeping Death: Then it's settled.
Creeping Death continues to stare out the window at the storm. Jodia gets under the covers of the bed and the scene fades out.
Jodia: CD, what are you doing?
From somewhere behind the camera, CD's voice is heard.
Creeping Death: I'm not going out without my mask. Nuts to the paint and nuts to people seeing my face.
Jodia: Everyone has seen your face. Remember?
Creeping Death: That doesn't count. I didn't even use my real name at that point.
Jodia: Whaaaatever.
Jodia rolls her eyes and looks on at the thunderstorm. Creeping Death steps into the shot. He has the old half face mask with the Index Case logo on, and long ... long black Starter shorts with white stripes down the side and a wifebeater.
Jodia: Way to dress up.
Creeping Death: Alright, you explain the concept of dressing up with all these tattoos and a freaking mask on.
Jodia: I just wanted you to look nice. It's not every day the head of WCF Japan comes across to specifically wish you luck in your World Title match with Skyler.
Creeping Death: Yamahoto knows who I am and what I'm all about. I'm the only WCF contracted wrestler to appear with WCF Japan. Everyone else is either Modern Cutting Edge or local Japanese talent. I'm a big deal over there. He won't mind.
Jodia: Alright...
CD takes Jodia's hand and walks to the door. They exit and head down the hallway. Over the railing and into the lobby, a set is seen with "WCFJ" on it. Creeping Death and Jodia walk down a flight of stairs and into the main lobby, where this is all set up. Cameras and all. Hiroshi Yamahoto, head of WCF Japan, walks up to CD and bows to him while shaking his hand. CD does the same.
Hiroshi Yamahoto: From everyone involved with WCF Japan, Creeping Death, we would like to formally wish you luck in your WCF Title Match against Skyler Striker on Sunday.
Creeping Death: Thank you, mister Yamahoto. If I do indeed succeed, I will certainly look forward to making the WCF World Title a legitimate World Title, by defending it in WCF Japan.
Hiroshi Yamahoto and Creeping Death shake hands again and pose for pictures. And with that, they are finished. Hiroshi Yamahoto is rushed off and out of the hotel, but not before waving to CD and pointing to his wrist, signifying time restraint. Creeping Death fetches Jodia and they head back to the stairs, through the walkway and back into their room.
Jodia: That was it?!
Creeping Death: Told you it was nothing to get all dressed up for.
Jodia: Well ... damnit.
Creeping Death playfully locks Jodia in a headlock, and Judo hip tosses her onto the bed.
Creeping Death: Haha! Take that!
Jodia: Is that all you have? You plan on beating Striker with a lame headlock throw? He has heart, you know.
Creeping Death: He thinks he has heart, that is. Heart isn't devoting all the time you may have a certain week to wrestling. Heart is devoting all the time you WILL EVER have to wrestling. It's in my blood. His heart is with his family. Again, not that it's bad, but let's be real about this.
Jodia: What about me?
Creeping Death: You're along for the ride.
CD jumps up and springs off the edge of the bed, coming down with a very light frog splash to Jodia. She sells like a champ, though.
Jodia: He's got twice as much to fight for, you know.
Creeping Death: Oh really? Katie and Jade? Well I have Jodia and respect. Seems about the same to me, right?
Jodia: Don't be silly, you're not fighting for me.
Creeping Death: Uh yeah, have you seen me when you're not around? When I click into Creeping Death mode? It's nasty. Nobody exists that doesn't get hurt. But when it's all said and done, now that you're out of a job ...
Jodia: No thanks to a JOBber ...
Creeping Death: Regardless. Skyler turned this all around on me because I disagree with his reasons for wrestling and taking WCF TV time.
Jodia: Yeah, CSI? Dumb.
Creeping Death: Very dumb. I don't know, I spent my time with Hiroshi Yamahoto or you or Dehart, and he spends his with people that have zero impact on WCF at all. Just his life. WHICH IS OK.
Jodia: Point that out enough? I think I get it. You don't hate Skyler at all. You don't agree, and he took offense. Happens all the time.
Creeping Death: I know. All too often.
Creeping Death stands up off the bed and makes his way to the window. CD looks out at the thunderstorm, watching the lightning and the rain crashing against the glass.
Creeping Death: You know, I want people to stop calling me a has-been or washed up and open up their eyes. I'm still the best wrestler here. Always have been, always will be. There is nothing short of killing me that will ever change that fact.
Jodia: Everyone knows. You just don't always show it.
Creeping Death: So all I have to do is constantly show it?
Jodia: Not constantly. That's cocky. When it matters, deliver the goods and get the job done.
Creeping Death: Like at Slam?
Jodia: Like at Slam.
Creeping Death: Three time World Champion ... will anyone really take me seriously?
Jodia: Doubtful. WCF isn't full of what you'd call 'not newbs'. I don't think anyone knows what you're cappable of.
Creeping Death: Well then, that's it. I'll have to prove it to everyone. And what better way than defeating Striker and finishing off HIS WCF Championship Series?
Jodia: There is none better way.
Creeping Death: Then it's settled.
Creeping Death continues to stare out the window at the storm. Jodia gets under the covers of the bed and the scene fades out.
