Post by Corey Black on Jun 8, 2009 15:45:26 GMT -5
Corey Black: What the fuck was that about?
Before any visual is seen, those words ring out. A camera then kicks on, slowly fading in from darkness, showing Corey Black standing in front of a United States flag. The flag is obviously hung up backstage at the WCF Arena.
Corey Black: I've come across some people that rarely make sense here. Burn Out and Road Rage, The Gayfather, Ellis, all of those people come to mind. But then, in a league all his own, is Mikami. Talking to the ghost of Kevin Hardaway or something.
Corey puffs his chest out and sweeps his hair to one side.
Corey Black: (in a girly voice) Hi, I'm Kevin Hardaway, I need to tell this little Japanese dude to go get people, STARTING WITH YOU COREY BLACK!
Corey shakes his head quickly to put his hair back in place and relieves his chest.
Corey Black: Seriously, that's what it seems like. On top of this mysterious jack-off that directs traffic, my United States pride has been called into question. I'm not sure if Mikami is as WCF-savvy as he so believes. Yes, I was running around with this flag on my back, but I also have an apartment in Tokyo. GASP! I'm not only doing the United States and Japan a favor when I rip that title from your little waist, but I'm also doing the universe a favor by, perhaps, causing a mental breakdown so huge that you'll go away. One can only hope, anyway.
Without warning, the scene cuts to an episode of Sunday Slam from 2004. X-Rated and Dake Ken look down, and X was stomping a mannequin that Gayfather dressed up like himself, complete with a wig. Dake busts up laughing.
Dake Ken: Dude, you just went fugging crazy on a dummy.
X-Rated: Damnit, he set this up to make me look bad! I know he did! He’s gonna pay for this!
X and Dake leave. As soon as they do, Gayfather comes out of the shower, in gym shorts and tee.
Gayfather: What’s going on out here?
Gayfather spots the dummy.
Gayfather: Mr. Plastic Face! What happened to you? Oh, and my clothes are all rumbled! Darn. I put them on you to keep them clean.
He runs to the door.
Gayfather: I need a medic! He’s hurt. He’s hurt bad.
The scene fades back in to Corey Black, still standing in front of the United States flag, smiling.
Corey Black: Now, there is some significance to the clip I showed you. I'll point the problems out, but they're nothing but slips of the tongue and moot. Gayfather said his clothes are all..
Corey does air quotes.
Corey Black: Rumbled. I do not know how clothes get rumbled. At all. Secondly, there was no Logan in the clip, and that was all WCF was about back then. Obvious fuck up on the part of Seth Lerch, that treacherous asshole. I'm going to march straight to his office and tell him!
Corey literally marches three feet away from the flag, to a door that reads "Seth Lerch" on it. Corey knocks. Seth answers.
Seth Lerch: Corey?! Where the hell have you been! I mean, how did you get out?!
Corey Black: Whaaaat?
Seth Lerch: You were arrested!
Corey Black: I was?
Seth Lerch: Uh, yeah. Logan and Blades put steroids in your gym bag, and the cops came and...
Corey seems to be just staring off into space.
Seth Lerch: Ah-huh. Well what do you need?
Corey Black: Mister Lerch, I have a problem. In an effort to upstage Mikami showing a clip from Thirteen where Nikki Venus slipped up, I showed a slip from 2004. A slip so large, even you should hear about it. Logan was not in a segment.
Seth gasps.
Corey Black: I KNOW, I know.
Seth Lerch: I'll get the editing team on that in an instant, and we'll rerelease every episode from 2004 with Logan photoshopped into every segment he is not in. Thank you, Corey.
Corey Black: You're ever so welcome, boss. I'm just looking out for the good of WCF.
Seth confusingly closes his door, and Corey marches back to the flag.
Corey Black: But, I digress. When my career here at WCF is over, I will not be known as a washed up nobody. I'm never going to become Randy "The Ram." No sir. I will be forever known as the best WCF has seen. Winning every title, being "the man" since 2003. And I am still, yet, in my twenties. Got a long road ahead. What will Mikami be known as? Mikami will barely be known at all. Sure, he currently holds the US Title. Pretty big accomplishment. I have yet to do it. Mainly because the belt hasn't meant anything in six years, and I usually have better shit to do. This time though, shit it different. Nobody calls me out because Kevin Har- I mean, fuck, some unknown person tells them to. That's fucking nuts, and shit like that isn't going to stand anymore. I've done this before, and goddamnit, if I have to do it again, so be it. Every fucking newbie here in WCF needs to pay the price. All they do it piss me straight off.
Corey turns to the flag, and tears is down from the wall. Behind it, is another flag. This one, though, is all white, with the insignia of Creeping Death's mask/face paint on it.
Corey Black: Don't make me do it, Mikami. Please, don't make me do it. I enjoy having fun at your expense, this promo as evidence, but for the love of everyone that means anything to you, do NOT push me.
Corey turns to the CD flag and drops to his knees with his head down as the scene fades out.
Before any visual is seen, those words ring out. A camera then kicks on, slowly fading in from darkness, showing Corey Black standing in front of a United States flag. The flag is obviously hung up backstage at the WCF Arena.
Corey Black: I've come across some people that rarely make sense here. Burn Out and Road Rage, The Gayfather, Ellis, all of those people come to mind. But then, in a league all his own, is Mikami. Talking to the ghost of Kevin Hardaway or something.
Corey puffs his chest out and sweeps his hair to one side.
Corey Black: (in a girly voice) Hi, I'm Kevin Hardaway, I need to tell this little Japanese dude to go get people, STARTING WITH YOU COREY BLACK!
Corey shakes his head quickly to put his hair back in place and relieves his chest.
Corey Black: Seriously, that's what it seems like. On top of this mysterious jack-off that directs traffic, my United States pride has been called into question. I'm not sure if Mikami is as WCF-savvy as he so believes. Yes, I was running around with this flag on my back, but I also have an apartment in Tokyo. GASP! I'm not only doing the United States and Japan a favor when I rip that title from your little waist, but I'm also doing the universe a favor by, perhaps, causing a mental breakdown so huge that you'll go away. One can only hope, anyway.
Without warning, the scene cuts to an episode of Sunday Slam from 2004. X-Rated and Dake Ken look down, and X was stomping a mannequin that Gayfather dressed up like himself, complete with a wig. Dake busts up laughing.
Dake Ken: Dude, you just went fugging crazy on a dummy.
X-Rated: Damnit, he set this up to make me look bad! I know he did! He’s gonna pay for this!
X and Dake leave. As soon as they do, Gayfather comes out of the shower, in gym shorts and tee.
Gayfather: What’s going on out here?
Gayfather spots the dummy.
Gayfather: Mr. Plastic Face! What happened to you? Oh, and my clothes are all rumbled! Darn. I put them on you to keep them clean.
He runs to the door.
Gayfather: I need a medic! He’s hurt. He’s hurt bad.
The scene fades back in to Corey Black, still standing in front of the United States flag, smiling.
Corey Black: Now, there is some significance to the clip I showed you. I'll point the problems out, but they're nothing but slips of the tongue and moot. Gayfather said his clothes are all..
Corey does air quotes.
Corey Black: Rumbled. I do not know how clothes get rumbled. At all. Secondly, there was no Logan in the clip, and that was all WCF was about back then. Obvious fuck up on the part of Seth Lerch, that treacherous asshole. I'm going to march straight to his office and tell him!
Corey literally marches three feet away from the flag, to a door that reads "Seth Lerch" on it. Corey knocks. Seth answers.
Seth Lerch: Corey?! Where the hell have you been! I mean, how did you get out?!
Corey Black: Whaaaat?
Seth Lerch: You were arrested!
Corey Black: I was?
Seth Lerch: Uh, yeah. Logan and Blades put steroids in your gym bag, and the cops came and...
Corey seems to be just staring off into space.
Seth Lerch: Ah-huh. Well what do you need?
Corey Black: Mister Lerch, I have a problem. In an effort to upstage Mikami showing a clip from Thirteen where Nikki Venus slipped up, I showed a slip from 2004. A slip so large, even you should hear about it. Logan was not in a segment.
Seth gasps.
Corey Black: I KNOW, I know.
Seth Lerch: I'll get the editing team on that in an instant, and we'll rerelease every episode from 2004 with Logan photoshopped into every segment he is not in. Thank you, Corey.
Corey Black: You're ever so welcome, boss. I'm just looking out for the good of WCF.
Seth confusingly closes his door, and Corey marches back to the flag.
Corey Black: But, I digress. When my career here at WCF is over, I will not be known as a washed up nobody. I'm never going to become Randy "The Ram." No sir. I will be forever known as the best WCF has seen. Winning every title, being "the man" since 2003. And I am still, yet, in my twenties. Got a long road ahead. What will Mikami be known as? Mikami will barely be known at all. Sure, he currently holds the US Title. Pretty big accomplishment. I have yet to do it. Mainly because the belt hasn't meant anything in six years, and I usually have better shit to do. This time though, shit it different. Nobody calls me out because Kevin Har- I mean, fuck, some unknown person tells them to. That's fucking nuts, and shit like that isn't going to stand anymore. I've done this before, and goddamnit, if I have to do it again, so be it. Every fucking newbie here in WCF needs to pay the price. All they do it piss me straight off.
Corey turns to the flag, and tears is down from the wall. Behind it, is another flag. This one, though, is all white, with the insignia of Creeping Death's mask/face paint on it.
Corey Black: Don't make me do it, Mikami. Please, don't make me do it. I enjoy having fun at your expense, this promo as evidence, but for the love of everyone that means anything to you, do NOT push me.
Corey turns to the CD flag and drops to his knees with his head down as the scene fades out.
