Post by Corey Black on Jan 11, 2010 14:32:19 GMT -5
We open up to Creeping Death sitting in a dark room, on a steel chair. No bones about it.
Creeping Death: It never, ever fails. Every single time I'm placed in a match with someone who wasn't around for the glory days of WCF, it's always 'Oh I'm fighting Creeping Death? God he's so old. Walking corpse. He smells like old people.'
That has got the be the weakest argument I have ever heard. Over and over and over. What about the advantages of being a guy that has been around? Like the fact that I've seen Davey Ortega lose and regain head positions here at WCF at least fourty times. Real GLADIATOR work there, Davey. Commissioners, co commissioners, general managers, all this shit has been done time and time again. Welcome, wrestling fans, to WCF, or as I like to call it, WCW 1999. Playing the role of Ric Flair is Davey Ortega! A dude put into power thirty times a year but still can't compete well enough to pull the job off! Yeaaahaaaa!
Playing the role of crazy dude that doesn't make sense is Greenfever. The WCF's answer to Vampiro and Scott Hall in WCW 1999. Or, more like it, if the creators of Saw and Twilight made a movie with endorsement of The Pope. 'God is speaking to you, my son, now don't go into the sunlight or you'll sparkle. Oh, by the way, here is a still-beating heart. Oh, don't forget to turn into a werewolf.' Fucking please. I've seen some dumb stuff in my day, but this? This has to take the cake. Even more cake than a ninety pound Japanese girl spinning a fat guy above her head. I've got it! Greenfever is better than Criss Angel and David Blaine combined. The best magician in the industry of ... professional ... wrestling. Ugh. So he's better than The Undertaker. Whoop-de-do.
I've already said my peace about my partner, but fuck it, here's some more. He's fucking stupid. I've seen him in and out of this place for the passed, oh I don't know, six years, and he fails to do anything worthy of mention. He's a piece of shit, a cock meat sandwich, and a step-son all rolled into one. Never in my life or career have I seen such a work. A cock shit step-sonwich. I hope he drowns.
I'm going to do the right thing and look passed all this shit, because at the end of the day, these three don't even matter. It's all about Logan, Torture, and the winner of the battle royal at Ten. I don't have to do a GODDAMN thing to prove myself around here, as Davey pointed out, I've already done that. All I have to do is use my head. With the addition of booking my own shows, that's become rather easy. People rely on their inhereted power, or their pull with the match-makers, or even their flat out bat-crazy shit, but it comes down to who is smarter. Who is the one guy that can literally do anything in this company? Creeping Death. Let's say I get bored with the World Title, having won it four times. I could easily step down and breeze through another division. Hell, I just may do that. The World Title picture is a giant bore of lame, leading up to Torture. Logan, yawn. Brad Kane, yawn. I'm only interested in one opponent, and that is Slickie T. The dude is something else. I cannot wait for a one on one, because it's bound to happen. We'll see who the real best here is with that match. Until then, it's Torture.
A simple fade to black. Absolutely no bones about it
Creeping Death: It never, ever fails. Every single time I'm placed in a match with someone who wasn't around for the glory days of WCF, it's always 'Oh I'm fighting Creeping Death? God he's so old. Walking corpse. He smells like old people.'
That has got the be the weakest argument I have ever heard. Over and over and over. What about the advantages of being a guy that has been around? Like the fact that I've seen Davey Ortega lose and regain head positions here at WCF at least fourty times. Real GLADIATOR work there, Davey. Commissioners, co commissioners, general managers, all this shit has been done time and time again. Welcome, wrestling fans, to WCF, or as I like to call it, WCW 1999. Playing the role of Ric Flair is Davey Ortega! A dude put into power thirty times a year but still can't compete well enough to pull the job off! Yeaaahaaaa!
Playing the role of crazy dude that doesn't make sense is Greenfever. The WCF's answer to Vampiro and Scott Hall in WCW 1999. Or, more like it, if the creators of Saw and Twilight made a movie with endorsement of The Pope. 'God is speaking to you, my son, now don't go into the sunlight or you'll sparkle. Oh, by the way, here is a still-beating heart. Oh, don't forget to turn into a werewolf.' Fucking please. I've seen some dumb stuff in my day, but this? This has to take the cake. Even more cake than a ninety pound Japanese girl spinning a fat guy above her head. I've got it! Greenfever is better than Criss Angel and David Blaine combined. The best magician in the industry of ... professional ... wrestling. Ugh. So he's better than The Undertaker. Whoop-de-do.
I've already said my peace about my partner, but fuck it, here's some more. He's fucking stupid. I've seen him in and out of this place for the passed, oh I don't know, six years, and he fails to do anything worthy of mention. He's a piece of shit, a cock meat sandwich, and a step-son all rolled into one. Never in my life or career have I seen such a work. A cock shit step-sonwich. I hope he drowns.
I'm going to do the right thing and look passed all this shit, because at the end of the day, these three don't even matter. It's all about Logan, Torture, and the winner of the battle royal at Ten. I don't have to do a GODDAMN thing to prove myself around here, as Davey pointed out, I've already done that. All I have to do is use my head. With the addition of booking my own shows, that's become rather easy. People rely on their inhereted power, or their pull with the match-makers, or even their flat out bat-crazy shit, but it comes down to who is smarter. Who is the one guy that can literally do anything in this company? Creeping Death. Let's say I get bored with the World Title, having won it four times. I could easily step down and breeze through another division. Hell, I just may do that. The World Title picture is a giant bore of lame, leading up to Torture. Logan, yawn. Brad Kane, yawn. I'm only interested in one opponent, and that is Slickie T. The dude is something else. I cannot wait for a one on one, because it's bound to happen. We'll see who the real best here is with that match. Until then, it's Torture.
A simple fade to black. Absolutely no bones about it