Post by Corey Black on May 19, 2007 2:10:57 GMT -5
Our scene opens in a similar light as the last time. Two men in a ring, apparently sparring. Those two men are Creeping Death and Dehart. CD shoots Dehart off into the ropes and drops down, but Dehart holds onto the ropes and stops himself.
Dehart: Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa. You're gonna trip me.
Creeping Death: No I'm not...
Dehart goes to step over and Creeping Death raises himself up, Dehart quickly steps back.
Dehart: Whoa whoa whoa! I've seen this before. Bah! Bah! Bah! Delirious! I'magonnagotohellwhenIdie BAH BAH you'renotgoingtofoolmenoooonotyoumisterDeath! BAH BAH!
Creeping Death: You're righ...
CD quickly picks Dehart's leg out from under him and grapevines it. Dehart promptly taps out.
Dehart: Aw damnit what was that?!
Creeping Death: A lesson. Don't fuck around and steal Delirious' gimmick?
Dehart: Touche, touche. So, do you think I have what it takes yet? I mean, I still have to turn my contract into Seth and all.
Creeping Death: You're getting there. All you can do is turn it in and see if you can hang with some WCF wrestlers.
Dehart: Yeah, you're right.
From the shadows comes Kyle Steel, former WCF announcer and board member.
Kyle Steel: Ahem, CD, I've been sent here to uh ... get some words about Skyler Striker ...
Creeping Death: Oh, you mean a rebuttal? Alright. Sorry bro, you failed this little spat when you said we have differing views on wrestling. There cannot, and I repeat, CANNOT be differing views on wrestling. It is what it is. Two, or more I guess, guys put on some boots or gloves or face paint or whatever else they put on, go out there, and do battle for not only the pleasure of the crowd, but for bragging rights and pride in the back. The reasons you do it, however, can be miles apart. You do it for your family. Congrats. You have Jade and Katie and that's all fine and cool. In fact, I'm happy for you. No really, I am. Not only are you set on your goals in the ring, but also out of it. Sweet deal. Just keep it that way. In the ring is in the ring, out of the ring is, well, out of the ring. Bringing your family into this only yields trouble. Wasn't it just a few months ago Jade was ... kidnapped or something? I really don't like seeing that, especially to a guy like you, so family and heart oriented.
Let me tell you a little story about when I was a child. Gather around kiddies, grab some cookies and a nice glass of milk. Are you ready? My dad killed my family many years ago. I, in turn, ended him, and my mother moved us to Iowa. Yeah. Iowa. After that, throughout school, I was shunned because I was different. We've all heard this, it's nothing new. Happens to everyone at some point. Into the dating world, I get fucked over like "a Buick" at a "car sale." Did you ever see the events leading up to the Nightmare Chamber? Pretty screwed up shit man. So, I cannot relate to your heart being with the family and in the ring. Sorry, just the way it is. All I know is the ring and the street. Not gangsta street, racing street. Wrestling made all that bad bullshit go away. Granted, it also brought some bad bullshit on, but look at where we're at now. Happy go lucky, nothing is really wrong. For the first time ... ever.
Beating the fucking shit out of me though? That'll be one for the record books. I can't remember the last time I've actually had my ass handed to me. It may be a humbling expierence, just maybe. Setting me straight might be the best thing for me, thank you savior Striker. Thank you for saying all this crap and being a jackass about it all. Here I am, hardened Creeping Death, badass of all badasses, trying to be nice to lucky old Skyler Striker, and you come out here like you're Chuck fucking Norris and tell me you're going to beat my ass?! Put me straight. Beat my ass. Praise the lord. Do whatever you have to do, because I, as well as everyone else knows, you bring all you have to the table, and you'll be the one leaving with the scraps. You're right about something. That World Title won't be going to Cario or Thunder. It'll be going right back to me. Not having the Modern Cutting Edge Division is a big loss for me, but now I have all the time in the world to focus on whatever comes my way. Outcast, Ortega, Logan, Hardcore Titles, Tag Titles, and even your very own World Title. Sucks to be you, Skyler. I was just starting to like you.
I am Creeping Death, the Human Horror Show.
The bell? Skyler ... it ... heh.
The scene begins to fade out, but suddenly stops and fades back in.
Creeping Death: Whoa whoa whoa whoa. Also, I hate CSI. Just saying.
The scene fades out slowly as Creeping Death leaves the camera shot. Kyle Steel and Dehart both look on in confusion.
Dehart: Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa. You're gonna trip me.
Creeping Death: No I'm not...
Dehart goes to step over and Creeping Death raises himself up, Dehart quickly steps back.
Dehart: Whoa whoa whoa! I've seen this before. Bah! Bah! Bah! Delirious! I'magonnagotohellwhenIdie BAH BAH you'renotgoingtofoolmenoooonotyoumisterDeath! BAH BAH!
Creeping Death: You're righ...
CD quickly picks Dehart's leg out from under him and grapevines it. Dehart promptly taps out.
Dehart: Aw damnit what was that?!
Creeping Death: A lesson. Don't fuck around and steal Delirious' gimmick?
Dehart: Touche, touche. So, do you think I have what it takes yet? I mean, I still have to turn my contract into Seth and all.
Creeping Death: You're getting there. All you can do is turn it in and see if you can hang with some WCF wrestlers.
Dehart: Yeah, you're right.
From the shadows comes Kyle Steel, former WCF announcer and board member.
Kyle Steel: Ahem, CD, I've been sent here to uh ... get some words about Skyler Striker ...
Creeping Death: Oh, you mean a rebuttal? Alright. Sorry bro, you failed this little spat when you said we have differing views on wrestling. There cannot, and I repeat, CANNOT be differing views on wrestling. It is what it is. Two, or more I guess, guys put on some boots or gloves or face paint or whatever else they put on, go out there, and do battle for not only the pleasure of the crowd, but for bragging rights and pride in the back. The reasons you do it, however, can be miles apart. You do it for your family. Congrats. You have Jade and Katie and that's all fine and cool. In fact, I'm happy for you. No really, I am. Not only are you set on your goals in the ring, but also out of it. Sweet deal. Just keep it that way. In the ring is in the ring, out of the ring is, well, out of the ring. Bringing your family into this only yields trouble. Wasn't it just a few months ago Jade was ... kidnapped or something? I really don't like seeing that, especially to a guy like you, so family and heart oriented.
Let me tell you a little story about when I was a child. Gather around kiddies, grab some cookies and a nice glass of milk. Are you ready? My dad killed my family many years ago. I, in turn, ended him, and my mother moved us to Iowa. Yeah. Iowa. After that, throughout school, I was shunned because I was different. We've all heard this, it's nothing new. Happens to everyone at some point. Into the dating world, I get fucked over like "a Buick" at a "car sale." Did you ever see the events leading up to the Nightmare Chamber? Pretty screwed up shit man. So, I cannot relate to your heart being with the family and in the ring. Sorry, just the way it is. All I know is the ring and the street. Not gangsta street, racing street. Wrestling made all that bad bullshit go away. Granted, it also brought some bad bullshit on, but look at where we're at now. Happy go lucky, nothing is really wrong. For the first time ... ever.
Beating the fucking shit out of me though? That'll be one for the record books. I can't remember the last time I've actually had my ass handed to me. It may be a humbling expierence, just maybe. Setting me straight might be the best thing for me, thank you savior Striker. Thank you for saying all this crap and being a jackass about it all. Here I am, hardened Creeping Death, badass of all badasses, trying to be nice to lucky old Skyler Striker, and you come out here like you're Chuck fucking Norris and tell me you're going to beat my ass?! Put me straight. Beat my ass. Praise the lord. Do whatever you have to do, because I, as well as everyone else knows, you bring all you have to the table, and you'll be the one leaving with the scraps. You're right about something. That World Title won't be going to Cario or Thunder. It'll be going right back to me. Not having the Modern Cutting Edge Division is a big loss for me, but now I have all the time in the world to focus on whatever comes my way. Outcast, Ortega, Logan, Hardcore Titles, Tag Titles, and even your very own World Title. Sucks to be you, Skyler. I was just starting to like you.
I am Creeping Death, the Human Horror Show.
The bell? Skyler ... it ... heh.
The scene begins to fade out, but suddenly stops and fades back in.
Creeping Death: Whoa whoa whoa whoa. Also, I hate CSI. Just saying.
The scene fades out slowly as Creeping Death leaves the camera shot. Kyle Steel and Dehart both look on in confusion.
