Post by Corey Black on Jan 29, 2006 11:11:15 GMT -5
The scene opens to a familiar site prior to big matches for Creeping Death ... the Subway.
Speeding along the track in a train, the camera shows random people sitting, reading the newspaper, listening to their Ipod, general stuff people do nowadays. But not Creeping Death. He's seated, cold stare in his eyes. Looking out the window.
Creeping Death: This is pure madness. Just ... fucking utter madness. Goddamnit. Honestly.
CD puts his hands on his head, obviously straining himself with thought.
Creeping Death: Who the hell could this be? And who the hell would have my phone number that would be in contact with someone I, apparently, knew and hated before? Just give me some kind of sign.
With those words, Creeping Death looks up towards the heavens, asking word from God.
Creeping Death: Anything. ...oh yeah. What great help you'll be.
CD brushes it off like nothing happened. He stands up, and slowly makes his way to the door. The train stops, and those doors open. CD steps outside the train, and takes a breath. He walks towards the stairs leading outside the station. As he finishes his climb up, the camera switches to a shot of Creeping Death's bell tower.
The tower stands there in daylight, overlooking a plain. The camera inches closer and closer, and as it does, the sky gets darker and darker. When the camera reaches the door of the tower, rain pours down from the sky above. Lightning crashes, thunder rolls across the plain. The large wooden door creaks open, looking inside, nothing has changed. The stone steps spiral towards the top of the tower, where the bell is housed. Making it's way up, the camera catches glimpses of the walls. Still laden with blood and scratch marks. At the top, another large wooden door blocks the path. It opens from the bottom up, creaking and cracking the entire way.
Standing next to the bell, Creeping Death is once again staring out into the plain, not really moving much.
Creeping Death: The War match was simple. Eliminate people in succession, be the last one standing, take the WCF Title. As I was well on my way, I had my old nemesis Reckless Jack all set up to end his night, when of course, the lights went out. A sudden chill went over my body, causing me to like ... I don't know. Paralyze almost. Reckless Jack, being the sly bastard he is, took his chance and sent me to the back.
But that wasn't the end of my night. I arrived back at my locker room to my phone going off. I had missed a call. The name on the caller ID? The head of Kombat Wrestling Alliance, "Monarch" Marty R.
I called Marty back. He told me this story about how he got in contact with Seth Lerch, explaining how KWA was pretty much an extension of WCF, and how his World Title is basically a sister to WCF's World Championship.
Seth, shockingly, agreed. He'd allow the KWA World Championship Title into the WCF, although not recognize it. What does that have to do with Marty contacting me?
Creeping Death raises his right hand into the camera's field of vision. He's holding the KWA World Title.
Creeping Death: I was recognized as the final KWA Champion. Therefore, as a result of a proper replacement, upon the reinstatement of the belt, it reverts back to the oringial owner. Creeping. Fuckin'. Death.
CD takes the belt and straps it around his waist.
Creeping Death: My night ended with myself being informed of my match on Slam. Triple Threat Tag Team Match. With three men on a team? Could I call this a Nine-Man Tag Match?
Completely insane. Team One consists of WCF's version of a World Champion, Logan. Ripping through the ranks, like usual. I don't know how this guy does it. Honestly. Basically everyone in the company has it in for Logan, yet he still manages to defeat the best of them.
A while ago, he mentioned that TLC Match we had back in an earlier chapter of WCF history. Some recall it as one of the most brutal matches ever witnessed. When in reality, most any match involving The Human Horror Show is the most brutal in history. Think about it. When was the last time I didn't end up dropping some poor moron on their head?
Logan knows what kind of force I can be. I'm pretty sure I'm one of the only ones to hold two pinfall victories over him. Two.
Teaming up with Logan is Reckless Jack. Once again, a guy I know real well. Some could even say that we know eachother better than Logan and I. That could very well hold true. I'm not going to say Jack pulled some kind of underhanded trick to beat me at War, because he didn't. I commend Reckless Jack on taking me out of the War. I really, really do. Good luck pinning me again, though.
The final entry on Team One is Wreck. Wreck. Yeah. Working with Logan in the War gets him a main event spot on Slam. Seth Lerch dropped the ball on that one.
Moving right along, Team Two, or as I like to call them, "Team Going-To-Kick-All-Ass".
Davey Ortega and I haven't seen eye to eye ... ever. That's cool. Apparently he's turned a new leaf. Or wants control of WCF like he once had control of Slam. Hey man, really, I could care less who runs this place. Maybe Davey wouldn't have some clown in the main event, though. Yeah, actually, he probably wouldn't. Good deal. Davey, dude, you've got nothing to worry about with me. Full speed ahead, man. We were in the ring maybe once. For a total of about three seconds. But I know you've seen. And I know what you'd like to see. Davey Ortega ... your wish is granted. Suicidal maniac, once again.
And then, I suppose the guy that can be called the head of our little team here, Dake Ken. Took it to Logan with a force. Damn good effort. Fell a little short. That's alright, though, as he gets his second chance with us. Greatness. I've watched Dake throughout WCF, he's even tried to whip my ass once or twice. I really didn't enjoy that. But did we ever make it to the ring? I'm not thinking so. The history between us lasts all of one night. One attack. I know what he wants. And, if I have anything to do with it, he'll have it.
Creeping Death gazes outside and into the thunderstorm. It sounds like a car crash out there, with the thunder and lightning violently crashing all over.
Creeping Death: Team Three consists mainly of Mob Mentality. Rage, a guy that is basically WCF's answer to Spike Dudley. I swear, I've seen that guy win maybe two matches. Whatever works, dude.
So it's down to two. Rick Mad and Seth Lerch. Everyone knows my history with Mad. It's not worth going over here. One thing that is worth going over, is the fact that I regard my matches with Mad as the most brutal. Not Logan. Not Reckless Jack. The Falls Count Anywhere match from One, that's the match I feel brought out the worst in me. I had to pull out ALL the stops. Once again, we're facing eachother. Knowing that Mad is the Tag specialist he is, this team really does have some kind of inkling chance to take the match.
But Seth Lerch in the ring for the second week in a row? Oh man, I have NO idea what he's thinking. At all. You make the matches, Seth. You really want to give Ortega and I the chance to put you in the hospital? Alright, alright. I won't complain anymore.
Creeping Death looks down to the floor, and then quickly glances up at the camera.
Creeping Death: Wrestling Championship Federation, I stand here as the Kombat Wrestling Alliance World Champion. I stand here once again as the Human Horror Show. I stand here to reclaim my place as a force in WCF, not a joke.
When Slam arrives, many will feel it. Some have felt it before, some haven't. It's inevidable. The bell tolls for ... all of you.
With that, the camera quickly rewinds out of the bell tower, down the steps and out the door, to the front there Creeping Death stands in the rain arms stretches out in the crucifix type pose.
But it isn't over yet. As Creeping Death stands in the rain, it slowly changes to snow. The scene ends with Creeping Death looking around his surroundings, obviously confused.
Speeding along the track in a train, the camera shows random people sitting, reading the newspaper, listening to their Ipod, general stuff people do nowadays. But not Creeping Death. He's seated, cold stare in his eyes. Looking out the window.
Creeping Death: This is pure madness. Just ... fucking utter madness. Goddamnit. Honestly.
CD puts his hands on his head, obviously straining himself with thought.
Creeping Death: Who the hell could this be? And who the hell would have my phone number that would be in contact with someone I, apparently, knew and hated before? Just give me some kind of sign.
With those words, Creeping Death looks up towards the heavens, asking word from God.
Creeping Death: Anything. ...oh yeah. What great help you'll be.
CD brushes it off like nothing happened. He stands up, and slowly makes his way to the door. The train stops, and those doors open. CD steps outside the train, and takes a breath. He walks towards the stairs leading outside the station. As he finishes his climb up, the camera switches to a shot of Creeping Death's bell tower.
The tower stands there in daylight, overlooking a plain. The camera inches closer and closer, and as it does, the sky gets darker and darker. When the camera reaches the door of the tower, rain pours down from the sky above. Lightning crashes, thunder rolls across the plain. The large wooden door creaks open, looking inside, nothing has changed. The stone steps spiral towards the top of the tower, where the bell is housed. Making it's way up, the camera catches glimpses of the walls. Still laden with blood and scratch marks. At the top, another large wooden door blocks the path. It opens from the bottom up, creaking and cracking the entire way.
Standing next to the bell, Creeping Death is once again staring out into the plain, not really moving much.
Creeping Death: The War match was simple. Eliminate people in succession, be the last one standing, take the WCF Title. As I was well on my way, I had my old nemesis Reckless Jack all set up to end his night, when of course, the lights went out. A sudden chill went over my body, causing me to like ... I don't know. Paralyze almost. Reckless Jack, being the sly bastard he is, took his chance and sent me to the back.
But that wasn't the end of my night. I arrived back at my locker room to my phone going off. I had missed a call. The name on the caller ID? The head of Kombat Wrestling Alliance, "Monarch" Marty R.
I called Marty back. He told me this story about how he got in contact with Seth Lerch, explaining how KWA was pretty much an extension of WCF, and how his World Title is basically a sister to WCF's World Championship.
Seth, shockingly, agreed. He'd allow the KWA World Championship Title into the WCF, although not recognize it. What does that have to do with Marty contacting me?
Creeping Death raises his right hand into the camera's field of vision. He's holding the KWA World Title.
Creeping Death: I was recognized as the final KWA Champion. Therefore, as a result of a proper replacement, upon the reinstatement of the belt, it reverts back to the oringial owner. Creeping. Fuckin'. Death.
CD takes the belt and straps it around his waist.
Creeping Death: My night ended with myself being informed of my match on Slam. Triple Threat Tag Team Match. With three men on a team? Could I call this a Nine-Man Tag Match?
Completely insane. Team One consists of WCF's version of a World Champion, Logan. Ripping through the ranks, like usual. I don't know how this guy does it. Honestly. Basically everyone in the company has it in for Logan, yet he still manages to defeat the best of them.
A while ago, he mentioned that TLC Match we had back in an earlier chapter of WCF history. Some recall it as one of the most brutal matches ever witnessed. When in reality, most any match involving The Human Horror Show is the most brutal in history. Think about it. When was the last time I didn't end up dropping some poor moron on their head?
Logan knows what kind of force I can be. I'm pretty sure I'm one of the only ones to hold two pinfall victories over him. Two.
Teaming up with Logan is Reckless Jack. Once again, a guy I know real well. Some could even say that we know eachother better than Logan and I. That could very well hold true. I'm not going to say Jack pulled some kind of underhanded trick to beat me at War, because he didn't. I commend Reckless Jack on taking me out of the War. I really, really do. Good luck pinning me again, though.
The final entry on Team One is Wreck. Wreck. Yeah. Working with Logan in the War gets him a main event spot on Slam. Seth Lerch dropped the ball on that one.
Moving right along, Team Two, or as I like to call them, "Team Going-To-Kick-All-Ass".
Davey Ortega and I haven't seen eye to eye ... ever. That's cool. Apparently he's turned a new leaf. Or wants control of WCF like he once had control of Slam. Hey man, really, I could care less who runs this place. Maybe Davey wouldn't have some clown in the main event, though. Yeah, actually, he probably wouldn't. Good deal. Davey, dude, you've got nothing to worry about with me. Full speed ahead, man. We were in the ring maybe once. For a total of about three seconds. But I know you've seen. And I know what you'd like to see. Davey Ortega ... your wish is granted. Suicidal maniac, once again.
And then, I suppose the guy that can be called the head of our little team here, Dake Ken. Took it to Logan with a force. Damn good effort. Fell a little short. That's alright, though, as he gets his second chance with us. Greatness. I've watched Dake throughout WCF, he's even tried to whip my ass once or twice. I really didn't enjoy that. But did we ever make it to the ring? I'm not thinking so. The history between us lasts all of one night. One attack. I know what he wants. And, if I have anything to do with it, he'll have it.
Creeping Death gazes outside and into the thunderstorm. It sounds like a car crash out there, with the thunder and lightning violently crashing all over.
Creeping Death: Team Three consists mainly of Mob Mentality. Rage, a guy that is basically WCF's answer to Spike Dudley. I swear, I've seen that guy win maybe two matches. Whatever works, dude.
So it's down to two. Rick Mad and Seth Lerch. Everyone knows my history with Mad. It's not worth going over here. One thing that is worth going over, is the fact that I regard my matches with Mad as the most brutal. Not Logan. Not Reckless Jack. The Falls Count Anywhere match from One, that's the match I feel brought out the worst in me. I had to pull out ALL the stops. Once again, we're facing eachother. Knowing that Mad is the Tag specialist he is, this team really does have some kind of inkling chance to take the match.
But Seth Lerch in the ring for the second week in a row? Oh man, I have NO idea what he's thinking. At all. You make the matches, Seth. You really want to give Ortega and I the chance to put you in the hospital? Alright, alright. I won't complain anymore.
Creeping Death looks down to the floor, and then quickly glances up at the camera.
Creeping Death: Wrestling Championship Federation, I stand here as the Kombat Wrestling Alliance World Champion. I stand here once again as the Human Horror Show. I stand here to reclaim my place as a force in WCF, not a joke.
When Slam arrives, many will feel it. Some have felt it before, some haven't. It's inevidable. The bell tolls for ... all of you.
With that, the camera quickly rewinds out of the bell tower, down the steps and out the door, to the front there Creeping Death stands in the rain arms stretches out in the crucifix type pose.
But it isn't over yet. As Creeping Death stands in the rain, it slowly changes to snow. The scene ends with Creeping Death looking around his surroundings, obviously confused.
