Post by Corey Black on Apr 26, 2006 3:23:25 GMT -5
Our scene opens up to a familiar, yet not too often seen sight. The moon shines brightly across a grassy field. The trees on either side sway slowly in the breeze. Standing before the camera, in the middle of the field, a lone structure. Made up of stone, this tower gleams in the moonlight. At the top, a wooden roof covers what lies inside. Blocking the entrance is a giant wooden door. The Bell Tower. Our cameraman slowly sneaks up to the door, and with every inch, the moonlight vanishes behind dark, rolling clouds. As he reaches the wooden door, the pitter patter of rain is heard coming from the heavens, crashing down upon this poor man. A hand extens from behind the camera, pressing on the door. Nothing happens, except lightning begins raging, causing thunder to roll across the land. The cameraman jumps due to the lightning, startling him. He goes to press on the door once again, but before his hand reaches it, it begins opening by itself. Creaking the entire way, the entrance is now revealed.
Our cameraman walks inside, out from the rain. A clear view of inside the Bell Tower is seen. Stone steps spiral up the walls, leading to yet another huge wooden door. The cameraman begins his journey up the steps, getting shots of the walls. They are covered in blood splatters and fingernail scratches. Along with the images, faint, distant screams can be heard.
The cameraman finally reaches the top of the tower, at the door that will lead to the bell. It also creaks its way open without the aid of force. The rain is coming in from the sides of the tower, because the roof is nothing more than a support for the bell, no cover whatsoever. Sitting beside the bell is Creeping Death, looking down into the tower from the small opening beneath the bell. Creeping Death turns his head and peers into the camera.
Creeping Death: I suppose this would be the best time to explain the situation at hand. You see, four years ago, when I began training, there was a man that trained with me. He was from Novosibirsk, Siberia. His name was Yenisei Khan, but went by the name Frost.
Frost and I were very, very similar in build and wrestling style. Our trainer, The Crow, frequently pulled us aside and had us spar against each other, toning our skills, coming up with new means of pain and injury. Throughout, Crow would bring in guys he thought would be on par with us, and we'd simply crush them.
One day, Crow came to us, and bestowed upon us a great honor. He granted me use of his face paint design, and granted Frost with a mask, cementing us as wrestlers. I asked permission to evolve the face paint into my own, which Crow agreed. Frost took his mask, a dark blue whole head skull, and poked holes in the top so his blue dreadlocks could come through.
Our final day of training saw Crow split us up, in hopes that we'd become champions on our own, instead of relying on a tag partner. He sent Frost to Japan and left me here in the states, relocating to NWF, where I won the Cruiserweight Title in my second match.
Creeping Death looks away and stands up, walking over to the edge of the tower.
Creeping Death: Championships and accolades mean nothing in this story. Fast forward to WCF. I had been getting the holy hell beaten out of me night in and night out, but still pulling off victories. I had brought in my girlfriend Kristen to help manage me, and that lead me to a new level. Suddenly, without warning, our relationship ended. I had sent her home, fearing for her safety, and she apparently had met someone new, and took off out of the country. She left me devastated. No longer could I don the face paint of old. I needed rejuvenated. I needed a change.
I went and found a whole head dark blue skull mask. I fixed blue dreadlocks to it. I became Frost.
Battling my old enemies, I trusted one with my plans. Rick Mad. As the story goes, he let the secret out, leading to the re-rising of Creeping Death.
Even with all that aside, when this new version of WCF started up, never in my wildest dreams would I have ever thought Kristen would have gone to Japan to find Frost.
Kristen, bitter that I sent her home to keep her from injury.
Frost, bitter that I took his honor by using his mask.
This has gone beyond the honor our trainer gave us. I have heard from Crow, he was not pleased, but he noticed the situation and accepted it. This has become way more personal. Intertwining with my former love, a woman I gave everything to, only to have it literally thrown back at me because I feared for her wellbeing.
At Payback, there will be no great wrestling extravaganza. Inside the Nightmare Chamber will be broken shells of men. Their bodies will be sheared. Their bodies will break wood. Their bodies will clash with steel. Their bodies will be turned into pincushions.
Creeping Death walks back towards the bell, and gazes at it, seeming like ideas are flowing through his head.
Creeping Death: One man will leave that Chamber. One man. No woman will leave without the bodily harm I once protected her from.
Payback is right around the corner. Two things are certain. It will be a night to remember. And for two people ... Frost and Kristen ... the bell tolls for ... you.
With that, Creeping Death grabs hold of a rope hanging from the ceiling, and pulls on it, causing the bell to swing back and forth, thus tolling. After a few swings, the camera quickly rewinds back out the door, down the steps, out the bottom door, and out into the thunderstorm. Creeping Death stands before the tower, bell still swinging and tolling, arms stretched out in a crucifix position. The scene then fades out.
Our cameraman walks inside, out from the rain. A clear view of inside the Bell Tower is seen. Stone steps spiral up the walls, leading to yet another huge wooden door. The cameraman begins his journey up the steps, getting shots of the walls. They are covered in blood splatters and fingernail scratches. Along with the images, faint, distant screams can be heard.
The cameraman finally reaches the top of the tower, at the door that will lead to the bell. It also creaks its way open without the aid of force. The rain is coming in from the sides of the tower, because the roof is nothing more than a support for the bell, no cover whatsoever. Sitting beside the bell is Creeping Death, looking down into the tower from the small opening beneath the bell. Creeping Death turns his head and peers into the camera.
Creeping Death: I suppose this would be the best time to explain the situation at hand. You see, four years ago, when I began training, there was a man that trained with me. He was from Novosibirsk, Siberia. His name was Yenisei Khan, but went by the name Frost.
Frost and I were very, very similar in build and wrestling style. Our trainer, The Crow, frequently pulled us aside and had us spar against each other, toning our skills, coming up with new means of pain and injury. Throughout, Crow would bring in guys he thought would be on par with us, and we'd simply crush them.
One day, Crow came to us, and bestowed upon us a great honor. He granted me use of his face paint design, and granted Frost with a mask, cementing us as wrestlers. I asked permission to evolve the face paint into my own, which Crow agreed. Frost took his mask, a dark blue whole head skull, and poked holes in the top so his blue dreadlocks could come through.
Our final day of training saw Crow split us up, in hopes that we'd become champions on our own, instead of relying on a tag partner. He sent Frost to Japan and left me here in the states, relocating to NWF, where I won the Cruiserweight Title in my second match.
Creeping Death looks away and stands up, walking over to the edge of the tower.
Creeping Death: Championships and accolades mean nothing in this story. Fast forward to WCF. I had been getting the holy hell beaten out of me night in and night out, but still pulling off victories. I had brought in my girlfriend Kristen to help manage me, and that lead me to a new level. Suddenly, without warning, our relationship ended. I had sent her home, fearing for her safety, and she apparently had met someone new, and took off out of the country. She left me devastated. No longer could I don the face paint of old. I needed rejuvenated. I needed a change.
I went and found a whole head dark blue skull mask. I fixed blue dreadlocks to it. I became Frost.
Battling my old enemies, I trusted one with my plans. Rick Mad. As the story goes, he let the secret out, leading to the re-rising of Creeping Death.
Even with all that aside, when this new version of WCF started up, never in my wildest dreams would I have ever thought Kristen would have gone to Japan to find Frost.
Kristen, bitter that I sent her home to keep her from injury.
Frost, bitter that I took his honor by using his mask.
This has gone beyond the honor our trainer gave us. I have heard from Crow, he was not pleased, but he noticed the situation and accepted it. This has become way more personal. Intertwining with my former love, a woman I gave everything to, only to have it literally thrown back at me because I feared for her wellbeing.
At Payback, there will be no great wrestling extravaganza. Inside the Nightmare Chamber will be broken shells of men. Their bodies will be sheared. Their bodies will break wood. Their bodies will clash with steel. Their bodies will be turned into pincushions.
Creeping Death walks back towards the bell, and gazes at it, seeming like ideas are flowing through his head.
Creeping Death: One man will leave that Chamber. One man. No woman will leave without the bodily harm I once protected her from.
Payback is right around the corner. Two things are certain. It will be a night to remember. And for two people ... Frost and Kristen ... the bell tolls for ... you.
With that, Creeping Death grabs hold of a rope hanging from the ceiling, and pulls on it, causing the bell to swing back and forth, thus tolling. After a few swings, the camera quickly rewinds back out the door, down the steps, out the bottom door, and out into the thunderstorm. Creeping Death stands before the tower, bell still swinging and tolling, arms stretched out in a crucifix position. The scene then fades out.
