Post by Corey Black on Feb 5, 2006 2:46:02 GMT -5
The scene opens up to Creeping Death's painted face only. Darkness surrounds him. His blackened eyes are shut, whited out face angled downward towards the ground.
Creeping Death: You know, it's funny. Two weeks into the sixth era of Wrestling Championship Federation, four of my most hated enemies have seemingly joined forces. Only the coming weeks will hold the truth, however, after last week, things are pretty apparent.
The match was nothing short of madness. Dake and Davey took the brunt of an onslaught. Creeping Death gets the tag, Rage tries to be fancy and trick me by wrestling my kind of match, but gets outsmarted and dropped on his skull. One, two, three. Call it a night.
However, Logan, Seth Lerch, Rick Mad, and Reckless Jack thought it would be a great time to create a Creeping Death's Head sandwich on World Title bread. It wasn't enough to bash me in the face with Logan's WCF World Title. But Reckless Jack with my KWA Title also? I didn't expect anything less, but from six men, four I've had previous history with ... I just don't know.
Are the stakes stacked too high? Perhaps. Even though I am the Human Horror Show, a force of this magnitude might even be too much for one such as I. Or Dake Ken. Or even Davey Ortega.
I'm never one to look away from a fight. And I surely won't look away from this one. Nor will I look away from Slam.
I've been graciously granted a chance to get some redemption. Reckless Jack and I will step into the ring to do battle once again. But for this battle, the stakes are stacked against Reckless Jack.
You see, it's been probably well over a year since I've been able to launch myself off a ladder onto a prone victim laying on a table with a chair between us. Yes, I am speaking of my specialty match ... Tables, Ladders, and Chairs.
I can't hardly remember the last TLC Match I've had. It'll be great to feel the metal in my hands ... under my feet ... crashing into my body.
Creeping Death opens his eyes and looks into the camera.
Creeping Death: On Slam, one thing is certain. Reckless Jack, once again, the bell will toll for ... you.
Scene fades to black.
Creeping Death: You know, it's funny. Two weeks into the sixth era of Wrestling Championship Federation, four of my most hated enemies have seemingly joined forces. Only the coming weeks will hold the truth, however, after last week, things are pretty apparent.
The match was nothing short of madness. Dake and Davey took the brunt of an onslaught. Creeping Death gets the tag, Rage tries to be fancy and trick me by wrestling my kind of match, but gets outsmarted and dropped on his skull. One, two, three. Call it a night.
However, Logan, Seth Lerch, Rick Mad, and Reckless Jack thought it would be a great time to create a Creeping Death's Head sandwich on World Title bread. It wasn't enough to bash me in the face with Logan's WCF World Title. But Reckless Jack with my KWA Title also? I didn't expect anything less, but from six men, four I've had previous history with ... I just don't know.
Are the stakes stacked too high? Perhaps. Even though I am the Human Horror Show, a force of this magnitude might even be too much for one such as I. Or Dake Ken. Or even Davey Ortega.
I'm never one to look away from a fight. And I surely won't look away from this one. Nor will I look away from Slam.
I've been graciously granted a chance to get some redemption. Reckless Jack and I will step into the ring to do battle once again. But for this battle, the stakes are stacked against Reckless Jack.
You see, it's been probably well over a year since I've been able to launch myself off a ladder onto a prone victim laying on a table with a chair between us. Yes, I am speaking of my specialty match ... Tables, Ladders, and Chairs.
I can't hardly remember the last TLC Match I've had. It'll be great to feel the metal in my hands ... under my feet ... crashing into my body.
Creeping Death opens his eyes and looks into the camera.
Creeping Death: On Slam, one thing is certain. Reckless Jack, once again, the bell will toll for ... you.
Scene fades to black.
