Post by Corey Black on May 17, 2009 13:25:58 GMT -5
The shot opens to Corey Black sitting alone in a hotel room. Corey has a laptop sitting on the table, and a video on said laptop is paused, showing the faces of Logan and Jack of Blades; obviously, their last promo as a duo.
Corey Black: Ohhh nooo, I outsmarted the Team of Treachery. It wasn't really that hard, nor in vein. I mean, I was all game to join up with them. Really, I was. But then when it didn't happen, I was left confused. After the PPV and nothing happened, I shifted focus. But Logan and Jack had other plans. They were still going to reform the Team ... except, they lied to me. Treachery, blah blah, I understand, but to blatantly lie to my face? What did you expect me to do, just go along with it because you're two of WCF's best? Fuck that.
You two lied, I paid you back. As far as I see it, this whole thing is done. You two though, you don't see it that way. Jack is conjuring up some bigass plan to steal my daughter Jade or something. Go ahead. I know your plans. I know who you have been talking to. I'm not afraid of you OR them. Do whatever you have to do to my mind; it's already been as fucked up as it could ever be. I have four friends, too. A joker, the gematria, the dragon, and the death. I'm way WAY more afraid of them.
Corey places his finger on the square that moves the computer mouse, closing the WCF website where he found the ToT promo. His background is a photo of Nikki Venus.
Corey Black: Moving right along, to Mikami.
Corey sighs.
Corey Black: I don't know what else to tell you, broken recor- I mean Mikami. Let me explain this to you one more time. My mind, right? It split into four personalities beyond my control. That is complex as hell, dude. Way more complex than adding the right spices to your rice. On the flip side, no, my parent's do not understand ... because they're dead. They do not understand anything anymore. Just like you. Seems I have to repeat myself countless times to try to invoke your memory.
I'm not exactly sure where you're going with the fact that I change names all the time. Because I don't. It's always Creeping Death or Corey Black. Except that one time I still had my made up real name, but that was pretty much out of my control. As was the whole Creeping Death thing. That's all behind me now, though. I'm moving forward as my own man. Trying to move forward as my own man, that is. Everybody around me seems to think life would be so much easier trying to fuck with CD. Let me tell you; that's bad news, chan. I'm a pretty laid back dude right now. Put on that face paint, and it's like poking a velociraptor in his anus with a sharp stick. Motherfucker is gonna rip your face off. All in all, federations do keep me around because I sell. And I sell because I'm good. Not because I change with the trends. What the hell? The dude from Japan is accusing me to changing with the times? Jeez. I guess it's time to throw my Iron Maiden shirts away and go buy some Affliction.
Corey makes the "jacking off" motion with his hand, obviously mocking Mikami.
Corey Black: I'm not pandering to anyone but myself. I do what I do for me, and nobody else. Not even the fans. I was pretty much forced to help Lerch take out The Dark Side. He was the only one that would renew my contract. Outside of that, everything is for me. Angry young men relate to me because, well, I'm a young man that gets to beat people up for a living. Slipknot fits very will with that, as well. They're fucking brutal.
I'm beginning to think you're trying to get under my skin, Mikami. But, you're trying too hard. Anybody who has ever talked to me knows that I'll argue my point to the fullest extent. Except you. You sit there and rattle off a bunch of stuff that you know full well is bullshit, just trying to piss me off. You even claim your statements to be true. That's completely mindblowing, Mikami-san. Your countless hours of research seem to be nothing more than wasting your time. I'd straight up tell you if you were right, and then give you props. But you're not. Not even the slightest. The only thing you know is that I would say that. You have no idea what you're talking about. I'm the complete opposite of what you're claiming. I'm not a product. If I am, you're a product as well. You're the Diet Rite to my Diet Coke. The Dominos pizza to my Pizza Hut. The Mikami to my Corey Black.
Corey closes his laptop, the only course of light in his hotel room.
Corey Black: Fuck you, Mikami. I'm sorry to inform you that your career here will forever be known as the thousandth one I marked for death. Nothing more, nothing less. A notch on my belt.
あなたのために鐘は鳴る。.
Corey Black: Ohhh nooo, I outsmarted the Team of Treachery. It wasn't really that hard, nor in vein. I mean, I was all game to join up with them. Really, I was. But then when it didn't happen, I was left confused. After the PPV and nothing happened, I shifted focus. But Logan and Jack had other plans. They were still going to reform the Team ... except, they lied to me. Treachery, blah blah, I understand, but to blatantly lie to my face? What did you expect me to do, just go along with it because you're two of WCF's best? Fuck that.
You two lied, I paid you back. As far as I see it, this whole thing is done. You two though, you don't see it that way. Jack is conjuring up some bigass plan to steal my daughter Jade or something. Go ahead. I know your plans. I know who you have been talking to. I'm not afraid of you OR them. Do whatever you have to do to my mind; it's already been as fucked up as it could ever be. I have four friends, too. A joker, the gematria, the dragon, and the death. I'm way WAY more afraid of them.
Corey places his finger on the square that moves the computer mouse, closing the WCF website where he found the ToT promo. His background is a photo of Nikki Venus.
Corey Black: Moving right along, to Mikami.
Corey sighs.
Corey Black: I don't know what else to tell you, broken recor- I mean Mikami. Let me explain this to you one more time. My mind, right? It split into four personalities beyond my control. That is complex as hell, dude. Way more complex than adding the right spices to your rice. On the flip side, no, my parent's do not understand ... because they're dead. They do not understand anything anymore. Just like you. Seems I have to repeat myself countless times to try to invoke your memory.
I'm not exactly sure where you're going with the fact that I change names all the time. Because I don't. It's always Creeping Death or Corey Black. Except that one time I still had my made up real name, but that was pretty much out of my control. As was the whole Creeping Death thing. That's all behind me now, though. I'm moving forward as my own man. Trying to move forward as my own man, that is. Everybody around me seems to think life would be so much easier trying to fuck with CD. Let me tell you; that's bad news, chan. I'm a pretty laid back dude right now. Put on that face paint, and it's like poking a velociraptor in his anus with a sharp stick. Motherfucker is gonna rip your face off. All in all, federations do keep me around because I sell. And I sell because I'm good. Not because I change with the trends. What the hell? The dude from Japan is accusing me to changing with the times? Jeez. I guess it's time to throw my Iron Maiden shirts away and go buy some Affliction.
Corey makes the "jacking off" motion with his hand, obviously mocking Mikami.
Corey Black: I'm not pandering to anyone but myself. I do what I do for me, and nobody else. Not even the fans. I was pretty much forced to help Lerch take out The Dark Side. He was the only one that would renew my contract. Outside of that, everything is for me. Angry young men relate to me because, well, I'm a young man that gets to beat people up for a living. Slipknot fits very will with that, as well. They're fucking brutal.
I'm beginning to think you're trying to get under my skin, Mikami. But, you're trying too hard. Anybody who has ever talked to me knows that I'll argue my point to the fullest extent. Except you. You sit there and rattle off a bunch of stuff that you know full well is bullshit, just trying to piss me off. You even claim your statements to be true. That's completely mindblowing, Mikami-san. Your countless hours of research seem to be nothing more than wasting your time. I'd straight up tell you if you were right, and then give you props. But you're not. Not even the slightest. The only thing you know is that I would say that. You have no idea what you're talking about. I'm the complete opposite of what you're claiming. I'm not a product. If I am, you're a product as well. You're the Diet Rite to my Diet Coke. The Dominos pizza to my Pizza Hut. The Mikami to my Corey Black.
Corey closes his laptop, the only course of light in his hotel room.
Corey Black: Fuck you, Mikami. I'm sorry to inform you that your career here will forever be known as the thousandth one I marked for death. Nothing more, nothing less. A notch on my belt.
あなたのために鐘は鳴る。.
