Post by Corey Black on Jan 4, 2008 18:27:56 GMT -5
Our scene opens up to a dark room. There's a fan blowing on a bed, where a man is sleeping. A cell phone begins ringing. "Home" by Three Days Grace is the ringtone. The man reaches over and grabs the phone, on it reads:
The man flips open the phone and groans. Speakerphone is on, apparently.
Torture: Dude, did you get it?
Another groan.
Torture: CD! Wake up man! A got a contract in the mail today from WCF. Seth is bringing it back for one tournament, The WCF Classic he calls it.
Creeping Death sits up, phone to his mouth.
Creeping Death: Are you signing up?
Torture: Previous commitments. But dude, you should totally do it. You ARE the champ.
Creeping Death: You're right.
Torture: Thing is, it's first come first serve. Sooo I hope you're home.
Creeping Death: Yeah, about that...
A woman sits up next to CD and looks over at him. The woman is tall, super hot, and thin. Way hotter than Jodia. WAY WAY.
Creeping Death: I'm in Des Moines.
Torture: Fool! You have to get back to Minneapolis. See you soon, bro.
Creeping Death: Later man. Thanks for the heads up.
CD closes the phone and throws it over to his bag.
Woman: What's up babe?
Creeping Death: Seth is bringing WCF back for a month or something.
Woman: Are you going to go?
Creeping Death: I have next to no choice. I'm sorry.
Woman: It's alright. I'm coming with you.
The scene fades out.
The Afternoon of December 19th
We open back up to Creeping Death, wearing his half face mask and driving. Sitting next to him is the woman from before.
Creeping Death: North Thirty Five, takes us from Des Moines to Minneapolis. Let's do this, Patricia.
Patricia: Uh, hun, this is your exit.
CD makes a hard right turn, barely making the exit.
Creeping Death: Shit, I'll NEVER get the hang of this town.
Patricia: So tell me more about WCF. Why is it so important to sign up for this?
Creeping Death: Honestly, I don't know where my World Title is going to end up. I don't know if it'll be put up or not, so I have to make sure I at least get in the tournament and am able to defend my title the way it should be defended.
Patricia: Well right, but what about the WCF Japan and MCE idea you had?
Creeping Death: It did it's job without even happening. I'm not saying I won't continue after The WCF Classic, but it was to spark interest, and obviously, I succeeded.
The scene fades out with Patricia placing her hand on Creeping Death's.
We come back in to later that night, Creeping Death's 300c pulls into an apartment complex in Minneapolis, Minnesota. CD and Patricia get out of the car and walk up to the apartments. Inside, CD goes to the mail room and checks his mail. He has a letter from WCF. CD opens it up, and reads it right there in the mail room.
Creeping Death: Still nothing about my title? Shit.
CD takes out his cell phone and dials a number. Once again, speakerphone.
Voice: Hey hey, my World Champ, how can I help you?
Creeping Death: Shut up Seth. Who has signed up?
Seth Lerch: For The Classic? Let's see. Steve Carr, Bobby Cairo, your old pal Skyler Striker, JJ Biggs and Lawnmower Jones.
CD simply closes his phone, effectively hanging up on Seth.
Creeping Death takes Patricia by the hand and they walk up to an apartment, CD uses a key to get in. Inside, CD grabs a red pen and scribbles his name on the contract. Afterward, CD whips the pen across the room and it smashes against the wall. Patricia winces in shock.
Patricia: What the hell are you doing?
Creeping Death: How the fuck could Seth do this? Four weeks. That's all he is going to give us?
Patricia: Yeah, it's bullshit, but look at the whole picture. There is interest in WCF again. People came back. Fans want to see it. There isn't any denying the staying power WCF has.
Creeping Death looks up at Patricia and nods, the scene fading out.
We come back in to CD's apartment, Christmas lights and a tree decorate the place. Snow is falling outside the window.
Patricia: MERRY CHRISTMAS!
She comes running into the camera's view holding a present. CD is on the couch, playing video games.
Creeping Death: Aw, Christmas already? Crap.
CD takes the present and peels off the wrapping. Patricia smiles big as CD gets to his present.
Creeping Death: Just what I wanted! A cardboard box!
Patricia hits CD in the arm as he laughs. Creeping Death opens the box, and inside is a weird looking key that CD pulls out of the box.
Creeping Death: Cool ... a key?
Patricia: A key to our new apartment in TOKYO, JAPAN!
CD drops the key. Then quickly picks it back up.
Creeping Death: ... you rule.
Scene fades out with the two hugging.
Back in, we're are the WCF Arena. A calendar on the wall has December 30th circled, the date of the first round of the WCF Classic. Creeping Death is sitting in a locker room with Patricia and JJ Biggs, lacing up his shoes.
Creeping Death: So it's me and you, eh JJ?
JJ Biggs: I guess so man. Good luck.
JJ extends his hand out to CD, who shakes it.
Creeping Death: Back to you, my friend.
JJ stands up and waves to Patricia as he leaves the locker room.
Creeping Death: Man, it's going to suck to have to beat JJ. He was there for Thirteen when I beat Skyler.
Patricia: It's always hard to go against your friends, but that's how the tournament got laid out. There's nothing you can do about it.
On a monitor, the promo Seth Lerch cut at the beginning of the show is playing live to CD and Patricia.
Seth Lerch: ...Yes, the World Title belt is being defended. You see, it doesn't sit so well with me that the World Title was stolen by Creeping Death from Skyler Striker at a non-WCF show. XIII, seriously, what the hell is that? Friggin stupid is what it is. The last WCF World Champion should be decided in a WCF ring, and as such... the winner of the WCF Classic will be awarded the World Title.
CD stands up and whips his chair at the wall.
Creeping Death: FUCK! Are you kidding me?
Seth Lerch: Speaking of good old Creeps, yeah, you still have that World Title. Since I'm officially stripping you of it, uh, you should probably come out and give it to me. So I'll wait.
CD grabs the WCF World Title off the table and looks down at it.
Seth drops the mic to his side and taps his foot, waiting. After a few moments the crowd is restless, and Seth is too.
Seth Lerch: Come on, I don't have all day. Don't give me some "I'm in Des Moines!" bullshit, get out here.
CD is motionless.
Seth waits a few more moments... nothing.
Seth Lerch: Alright, fine. Don't want to give me the World Title? Guess I'll just have to take it.
Creeping Death: Good.
Patricia has a concerned look on her face as we fade out.
Come back in to CD at the gorilla position with Patricia, both the WCF World Title and the WCF Hardcore Title on him.
Creeping Death: Alright. I don't care what happens, stay back here. If things really get hairy, I have friends back here that will help, okay?
Patricia: ... okay.
Patricia leaves as the bells begin tolling, and CD readies himself for JJ Biggs. CD enters the Arena at the right time, the crowd explodes and the match begins. CD and JJ throw some great chain wrestling out there and JJ is caught with a massive reverse rana, to which CD capitalizes on and gets a quick three count! But, of course, out of nowhere is LOGAN of all people with a chair, beating on CD. Not only that, but Logan holds CD up for Seth to slap. CD breaks free, only to be beaten with the chair again. Seth and Logan leave with the WCF World Title, leaving CD in the ring.
Medics come out to check on CD like they have a hundred times before, and just like every other time, CD refuses them. CD stumbles through the curtain and to the backstage area.
Creeping Death: WHERE THE FUCK IS LOGAN?!
Medics and refs meet him, trying to calm CD down.
Creeping Death: WHERE THE FUCK IS LOGAN?! WHERE THE FUCK IS SETH?! COME ON YOU PUSSIES!
Patricia runs up to CD, trying to calm him down. CD ignores her, and pushes through all the men trying to stop him. CD runs full speed to Seth's office and literally smashes through the door at full speed ... to find nobody.
CD is breathing heavily, both from the attack and pushing through men and a door. CD collapses onto Seth's desk. The scene fades for good.
Incoming call from THE TORT
3:14am December 19th, 2007
3:14am December 19th, 2007
The man flips open the phone and groans. Speakerphone is on, apparently.
Torture: Dude, did you get it?
Another groan.
Torture: CD! Wake up man! A got a contract in the mail today from WCF. Seth is bringing it back for one tournament, The WCF Classic he calls it.
Creeping Death sits up, phone to his mouth.
Creeping Death: Are you signing up?
Torture: Previous commitments. But dude, you should totally do it. You ARE the champ.
Creeping Death: You're right.
Torture: Thing is, it's first come first serve. Sooo I hope you're home.
Creeping Death: Yeah, about that...
A woman sits up next to CD and looks over at him. The woman is tall, super hot, and thin. Way hotter than Jodia. WAY WAY.
Creeping Death: I'm in Des Moines.
Torture: Fool! You have to get back to Minneapolis. See you soon, bro.
Creeping Death: Later man. Thanks for the heads up.
CD closes the phone and throws it over to his bag.
Woman: What's up babe?
Creeping Death: Seth is bringing WCF back for a month or something.
Woman: Are you going to go?
Creeping Death: I have next to no choice. I'm sorry.
Woman: It's alright. I'm coming with you.
The scene fades out.
The Afternoon of December 19th
We open back up to Creeping Death, wearing his half face mask and driving. Sitting next to him is the woman from before.
Creeping Death: North Thirty Five, takes us from Des Moines to Minneapolis. Let's do this, Patricia.
Patricia: Uh, hun, this is your exit.
CD makes a hard right turn, barely making the exit.
Creeping Death: Shit, I'll NEVER get the hang of this town.
Patricia: So tell me more about WCF. Why is it so important to sign up for this?
Creeping Death: Honestly, I don't know where my World Title is going to end up. I don't know if it'll be put up or not, so I have to make sure I at least get in the tournament and am able to defend my title the way it should be defended.
Patricia: Well right, but what about the WCF Japan and MCE idea you had?
Creeping Death: It did it's job without even happening. I'm not saying I won't continue after The WCF Classic, but it was to spark interest, and obviously, I succeeded.
The scene fades out with Patricia placing her hand on Creeping Death's.
We come back in to later that night, Creeping Death's 300c pulls into an apartment complex in Minneapolis, Minnesota. CD and Patricia get out of the car and walk up to the apartments. Inside, CD goes to the mail room and checks his mail. He has a letter from WCF. CD opens it up, and reads it right there in the mail room.
Creeping Death: Still nothing about my title? Shit.
CD takes out his cell phone and dials a number. Once again, speakerphone.
Voice: Hey hey, my World Champ, how can I help you?
Creeping Death: Shut up Seth. Who has signed up?
Seth Lerch: For The Classic? Let's see. Steve Carr, Bobby Cairo, your old pal Skyler Striker, JJ Biggs and Lawnmower Jones.
CD simply closes his phone, effectively hanging up on Seth.
Creeping Death takes Patricia by the hand and they walk up to an apartment, CD uses a key to get in. Inside, CD grabs a red pen and scribbles his name on the contract. Afterward, CD whips the pen across the room and it smashes against the wall. Patricia winces in shock.
Patricia: What the hell are you doing?
Creeping Death: How the fuck could Seth do this? Four weeks. That's all he is going to give us?
Patricia: Yeah, it's bullshit, but look at the whole picture. There is interest in WCF again. People came back. Fans want to see it. There isn't any denying the staying power WCF has.
Creeping Death looks up at Patricia and nods, the scene fading out.
We come back in to CD's apartment, Christmas lights and a tree decorate the place. Snow is falling outside the window.
Patricia: MERRY CHRISTMAS!
She comes running into the camera's view holding a present. CD is on the couch, playing video games.
Creeping Death: Aw, Christmas already? Crap.
CD takes the present and peels off the wrapping. Patricia smiles big as CD gets to his present.
Creeping Death: Just what I wanted! A cardboard box!
Patricia hits CD in the arm as he laughs. Creeping Death opens the box, and inside is a weird looking key that CD pulls out of the box.
Creeping Death: Cool ... a key?
Patricia: A key to our new apartment in TOKYO, JAPAN!
CD drops the key. Then quickly picks it back up.
Creeping Death: ... you rule.
Scene fades out with the two hugging.
Back in, we're are the WCF Arena. A calendar on the wall has December 30th circled, the date of the first round of the WCF Classic. Creeping Death is sitting in a locker room with Patricia and JJ Biggs, lacing up his shoes.
Creeping Death: So it's me and you, eh JJ?
JJ Biggs: I guess so man. Good luck.
JJ extends his hand out to CD, who shakes it.
Creeping Death: Back to you, my friend.
JJ stands up and waves to Patricia as he leaves the locker room.
Creeping Death: Man, it's going to suck to have to beat JJ. He was there for Thirteen when I beat Skyler.
Patricia: It's always hard to go against your friends, but that's how the tournament got laid out. There's nothing you can do about it.
On a monitor, the promo Seth Lerch cut at the beginning of the show is playing live to CD and Patricia.
Seth Lerch: ...Yes, the World Title belt is being defended. You see, it doesn't sit so well with me that the World Title was stolen by Creeping Death from Skyler Striker at a non-WCF show. XIII, seriously, what the hell is that? Friggin stupid is what it is. The last WCF World Champion should be decided in a WCF ring, and as such... the winner of the WCF Classic will be awarded the World Title.
CD stands up and whips his chair at the wall.
Creeping Death: FUCK! Are you kidding me?
Seth Lerch: Speaking of good old Creeps, yeah, you still have that World Title. Since I'm officially stripping you of it, uh, you should probably come out and give it to me. So I'll wait.
CD grabs the WCF World Title off the table and looks down at it.
Seth drops the mic to his side and taps his foot, waiting. After a few moments the crowd is restless, and Seth is too.
Seth Lerch: Come on, I don't have all day. Don't give me some "I'm in Des Moines!" bullshit, get out here.
CD is motionless.
Seth waits a few more moments... nothing.
Seth Lerch: Alright, fine. Don't want to give me the World Title? Guess I'll just have to take it.
Creeping Death: Good.
Patricia has a concerned look on her face as we fade out.
Come back in to CD at the gorilla position with Patricia, both the WCF World Title and the WCF Hardcore Title on him.
Creeping Death: Alright. I don't care what happens, stay back here. If things really get hairy, I have friends back here that will help, okay?
Patricia: ... okay.
Patricia leaves as the bells begin tolling, and CD readies himself for JJ Biggs. CD enters the Arena at the right time, the crowd explodes and the match begins. CD and JJ throw some great chain wrestling out there and JJ is caught with a massive reverse rana, to which CD capitalizes on and gets a quick three count! But, of course, out of nowhere is LOGAN of all people with a chair, beating on CD. Not only that, but Logan holds CD up for Seth to slap. CD breaks free, only to be beaten with the chair again. Seth and Logan leave with the WCF World Title, leaving CD in the ring.
Medics come out to check on CD like they have a hundred times before, and just like every other time, CD refuses them. CD stumbles through the curtain and to the backstage area.
Creeping Death: WHERE THE FUCK IS LOGAN?!
Medics and refs meet him, trying to calm CD down.
Creeping Death: WHERE THE FUCK IS LOGAN?! WHERE THE FUCK IS SETH?! COME ON YOU PUSSIES!
Patricia runs up to CD, trying to calm him down. CD ignores her, and pushes through all the men trying to stop him. CD runs full speed to Seth's office and literally smashes through the door at full speed ... to find nobody.
CD is breathing heavily, both from the attack and pushing through men and a door. CD collapses onto Seth's desk. The scene fades for good.
