Post by Corey Black on Jun 25, 2006 4:59:17 GMT -5
The Weak
The scene opens up to Creeping Death in a hotel room, minus his face paint. CD turns the TV off, and puts on an Index Case (band) shirt, bearing the same upside down triangle as his mask, as it is IC's logo. CD grabs his wallet off the table, and slides it into the back pocket of his baggy jean shorts. Over on the nightstand sits his keys, which he snatches up. Creeping Death puts on a backpack and heads out of the hotel room. CD heads down the hallways and reaches an elevator. He presses the down button, and the doors open. CD steps inside, presses the button for the ground floor and stands next to a man.
Man: (under his breath) freak.
Creeping Death: (under his breath) goofy death wish.
The man straightens up and looks a little worried. CD puts his backpack on both shoulders as the elevator reaches ground floor. CD steps out and walks through the lobby. CD exits the hotel, and into the parking lot. Creeping Death reaches his black 300c, pulls out his keys, and unlocks the door. CD gets in, starts the car, and pulls out of the parking lot onto a highway. Creeping Death then pulls out his cell phone and dials a number, placing it on speakerphone.
Torture: Heeey CD, what's the word?
Creeping Death: I just left the hotel, are you there?
Torture: Almost. Des Moines is a little confusi- ah ha! There it is. I'm under the bridge though, I'll have to circle up.
Creeping Death: Alright, just go up there, park, and check out some cars. I'll be there quick.
Torture: Cool, I saw a sweet lime green Hummer H2 up there. I'll be by that, probably. Peace out brotha.
Creeping Death: Later man.
CD closes the phone and tosses it onto the passenger seat. He presses on the gas, and takes the 300c up to a high speed, passing cars left and right. CD nabs his phone again and once again presses numbers.
Nate Nytro: Creeps! What's up man?
Creeping Death: Nate, you silly bitch, are you on your way or what?
Nate Nytro: Yeah, I'm here already. I saw Tort heading toward a big Hummer, so I met him over there.
Torture: (in the background) daaayyyymmmmmmn.
Creeping Death: Haha, alright, you guys sit tight. Peace.
CD clicks the phone and throws it in the backseat now, making sure it's out of reach. CD continues to swerve in and out of the dense nighttime Des Moines traffic. Finally, he reaches his destination; The Loop. A place in Des Moines where all the street racers go to race and show off their rides. This is the second time in a month Creeping Death has gone to The Loop, first was to get money with Nate the week Logan didn't book him for a match. CD cruises down the bridge, import tuners on either side. Mitsubishis, Toyotas, Lotuses, lots of varieties. Creeping Death spots the lime green Hummer on the right side, and sure enough, Nate Nytro and Torture stand beside it. CD pulls up next to the H2 and opens up the 300c's Lamborghini door vertically. He steps out and looks over the H2.
Torture: Isn't it sweet?
Nate Nytro: Can't lie, it is. Hey, CD, what do you think? Ten thousand on the outside alone?
Creeping Death: Most likely. We don't have time to look around though, sorry. Jump in.
CD sits back down and closes his door. Torture opens the passenger door the same, and Nate opens the back door. They both get in at the same time. CD stomps the gas and makes the tires squeal, leaving a cloud of smoke behind the 300c.
Torture: So, CD, where exactly are we going?
Nate Nytro: Yeah, seriously, I'm really confused.
Creeping Death: Around here is where I trained with The Crow. I'm going to take you guys to meet him.
Torture: Why are we going to meet him?
Creeping Death: He is the one that got me to focus on what I wanted, and I think he can help us out in this day in age too. Help me with my match against Alastair, help you with your World Title, Tort, and Nate ... well I hope he can just get you to win.
Nate Nytro: Hey ... shut up. Fuck your cou-
Creeping Death: Don't. Even.
Torture throws a candy bar wrapper at Nate Nytro. It hits him right between the eyes. Torture throws his hands up to the roof.
Torture: GOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAL!
Creeping Death looks over at Torture and then back at the road.
Creeping Death: Haha, alright guys, it's just up there. Now, when we get there, just stay behind me and keep your eyes peeled.
Nate Nytro: It's Des Moines, Iowa, CD ... and we're going into The Crow's place. What would we need to watch out for?
Creeping Death: Lesson number one.
CD pulls the car over, and the three get out. CD leads them over to a lone warehouse, standing far from any other building. CD opens the door, looking around in the darkness. Torture and Nate shrug their shoulders and walk in behind. A little light is shining through the windows, as we can kind of make out a ring. Suddenly, without warning, Nate Nytro drops to the ground. CD and Torture turn around but see nothing. Nate didn't even make a sound. Creeping Death and Torture crouch down, on high alert. Then again, without warning, Creeping Death drops. Torture looks around in the darkness ... when he drops as well.
The lights come back on, with Creeping Death, Torture, and Nate Nytro standing inside the ring. Standing in front of them is the man that taught Creeping Death the art of wrestling, The Crow. Crow stands there, stringy black hair, wearing a black shirt and black track pants.
The Crow: Lesson number one, always be ready for anything.
Nate Nytro looks over at Creeping Death.
Nate Nytro: Oh. I see what you mean.
The Crow: So, Creeping Death, what brings you and your friends here today?
Creeping Death: Well, we've all got some big matches coming up tonight, and I figured you could help us focus on our goal.
The Crow: If I have to teach you focus, then you will not learn it. Focus comes through the will to succeed. Now, you, what are you in for tonight?
Nate Nytro: I have a "Loser Leaves Town" match against Matthew Draven.
The Crow: Matthew Draven. Mr. Nytro, all you have to do is want to keep your job and stay with your friends, and you'll do just fine. What is your mission, Torture?
Torture: Well, I'm going against J.J. Biggs for the WCF World Title.
The Crow: WCF World Title. Torture, this will be a tough task for you, indeed. Keep yourself at a steady pace, one step ahead of Biggs, and you shall be champion.
Torture: Easy as pie.
Creeping Death: Crow, before you go on, may I ask my friends to go?
Torture: What?
Creeping Death tosses Torture the keys to his 300c.
Creeping Death: Treat that thing like a baby.
Torture looks over at Nate Nytro.
Torture: ... uh Nate, leeet's go!
Nate Nytro: Goal!
Torture looks at Nate for a second before exiting the ring. Nate gives CD a high five before leaving with Torture. Creeping Death sits down in the corner of the ring.
The Crow: What troubles you?
Creeping Death: I don't think I have the will anymore, Crow. The Hardcore Title was the last thing I wanted in WCF, and it just fell into my lap. I didn't have to work for it or anything. Not a single hardcore match. Not a single extreme match. Fuck, not even a single match. All I did was eliminate some newbies and take it.
The Crow: What you feel is not the will, but the sense of not earning your crown as Hardcore Champion. You will be tested against David Alastair.
Creeping Death: That's another part of it. I mean, I feel into the Hardcore Title, and Alastair fell into a Hardcore Title shot. There is no sense of accomplishment whether I win or lose, as it's not like I earned the title.
The Crow: What you have to do is look into the future. Do you want that Hardcore Title?
Creeping Death: Of course I want it.
The Crow: Then accept the circumstances earn it.
Creeping Death stands up out of the corner and shakes Crow's hand.
Creeping Death: I'd like to thank you for everything you taught me. When I lost faith in humanity after my father did what he did and my mother died, you stepped in and took both their roles. I want nothing more than to make you proud.
The Crow: And you have. When was the last you heard from Frost?
Creeping Death: A few weeks ago. He jumped me from behind ... he was trying to ... I had no choice ...
The Crow: It's alright. I understand completely. You're the only one left, Creeping Death. I was saving something for when this day would come.
Creeping Death: What day?
The Crow: When one would turn on the other. I always hoped it would end in a ring, but you two could have never both survived without knowing which one of you was better.
The Crow exits the ring and walks to a closet. He comes back to the ring with a black bag.
The Crow: When I gave you two your respective names, and look, I didn't just come up with them on the fly. I knew you, Creeping Death, would be the one to end the misery of most you encountered. And Frost, Frost would be a stone cold ruthless assassin type. It occurred to me when I saw him one day here training. Kristen had gotten off work early, and came over to talk to him. The next I knew, they were in Japan.
Creeping Death: You're telling me Frost stayed behind and didn't go to Japan?
The Crow: No, he came back from Japan because another one of my students over there told him about this.
The Crow pulls the object out of the black back. It's a black mask. It's a half mask, going half way across the face, just over the nose and around the head. The mask goes to beneath the chin.
The Crow: This was my mask when I was active. I won many titles with this, until I took it off and started with the face paint. This has been with me from the beginning. It's said that the trainer hands down the most important item related to the art he teaches to the best student he could ever have the honor of training. Creeping Death, I give this mask to you.
Creeping Death: I ... I don't know what to do with it.
The Crow: I hand this down to you in hopes of two things. You will put your own spin on the mask, and wear it.
Creeping Death: I will do just that. Thank you, but, I have some WCF business to attend to. I will return here in due time.
The Crow: Be careful, be successful, but most importantly ... make yourself proud.
Creeping Death nods, and hugs The Crow. CD exits the ring and walks out of the warehouse. Outside, Torture and Nate Nytro are coming around the turn in his car. Torture slides the 300c to the side right in front of Creeping Death.
Torture: Man, we've gone around this block at least twenty times.
Torture moves over to the passenger seat as CD walks around and gets in the driver's seat.
Creeping Death: So, you guys ready to head back to Philly?
Nate Nytro: Let's do this.
Torture: Goddamn right.
Creeping Death stomps on the gas and flies down the street, apparently toward the Des Moines airport. The scene fades out.
The Wounded
The scene opens back up to the WCF Arena, in a hallway. The backstage area is empty. Nothing is moving, no people are there, nothing. The only sign of life is on the floor. A trickle of blood is on the floor. The camera moves forward to find another. There is a trail of blood now, on the floor, and the camera follows it down the hall. The camera runs into a door.
Boiler Room
The door opens, and inside Creeping Death sits with his arm raised in the air, bleeding from his ribs. The weed whacker wound has slightly opened, and leaked through the bandage. CD begins wrapping himself up and begins to talk.
Creeping Death: You know David, you were one of the first guys I went after for a couple reasons. Mainly because I knew you'd bring a fight to me. And, rest assured, I know you will. You've already begun to make a rookie mistake, however. A mistake you should have picked up on from before.
You know Shaun Sexton, our current WCF Television Champion? I was his first opponent, and he had me all figured out by watching tapes of my past matches, something you are also doing. He got one thing right, and that is how good I am. I CAN fly with the best luchadores. I CAN wrestle with the best technicians. I CAN brawl with the most hardcore. But knowing that won't save you. Watching all the tapes in the world won't save you. I will adapt to anything you bring to me. Bring the Japanese style. I dare you. Take a trip to Brazil and learn Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu. It's all nothing when you have an opponent that doesn't know the meaning of "quit".
Creeping Death reaches down and grabs the Hardcore Title from the floor, putting it on his shoulder.
Creeping Death: What this title means, is two things. Firstly, I was more hardcore than the Hardcore Champion. I ended JoJo's reign, and it wasn't even in a match. I damn near even ended her and Ellis' lives. Those two ran through the rankings as easily as I have seen anyone do. Ellis with her scythe, cutting herself day in and day out, couldn't take being cut by someone else. It's that kind of ruthlessness that a Hardcore Champion needs, Alastair. This Crucifixion Match will prove to be a brutal encounter. The best will walk out with the Hardcore Title.
The second thing, however, makes me the first ever, to my understanding, to win every major title here in WCF. I was already a WCF Triple Crown Champion, having won the Tag, Television, and World, but now I add Hardcore to the resume, making me the most well rounded WCF wrestler ever. I have been in the best tag team. I have been the best on television. I have been the best in the world. And now, I'm the best of the hardcore. The one title that has eluded me since my early days here at WCF. It was one week, I was in the middle of a battle with Outcast and Cyrus for the Hardcore Title, when Hellz Angel came down with a bowling ball and knocked me out. Ever since then, the most hardcore wrestler in WCF had not a single Hardcore Title shot. I had to eliminate the champion to be held in their regards as the best. It's obvious I'll do whatever it takes. I'll break your bones, David. I'll cut your flesh to shreds. I'll hang you from that cross and put the crown on you. And goddamnit, in front of the people at the WCF Arena and everyone watching on pay-per-view, I will be the best.
Creeping Death slips his shirt back on and stands up. He walks out of the Boiler Room and down the hallway carrying the WCF Hardcore Title on his shoulder. CD heads out into the arena itself, and stands on the stage.
Creeping Death: This is where it will take place. In the hallowed halls of the WCF Arena, on pay-per-view at Explosion. Thousands will fill this place to watch as Nate Nytro keeps his job. As Torture takes his rightful place as WCF World Champion. And to watch the end of David Alastair.
CD walks down the ramp towardd the ring. As Creeping Death reaches it, he slides in and looks up.
Creeping Death: The cross will be hanging from up there. All this time, all this fighting will come to a head. David Alastair, you will be the Messiah of the Newbies. Thus, in crucifying you, I will crucify every single new guy on this roster that thinks they're someone because they can sign a contract. Come Explosion, David and the rest of you new guys, the bell tolls for ... you.
With that said, Creeping Death extends his arms in the crucifix pose with the WCF Hardcore Title in his left hand. Fade to black.
