Post by Corey Black on Aug 27, 2006 13:50:55 GMT -5
Our scene opens up to a place not seen for a long time. The scene opens to a subway station. Underground, stone, cold, and very ... very dark. A single light hangs from the ceiling, giving light to the darkness. A woman walks across the station, baby in her arms. The baby cries endlessly, echoing off the walls of the subway. Creeping Death is seen sitting against the wall opposite of the steps going to the station itself. The baby cries and cries until the mother begins rocking it to sleep. Slowly the baby fades into slumber. The woman goes on her way, and completely rips off an older lady, stealing her purse when she was looking at the map. CD gazes on as the woman runs up the steps and out of the station. The camera pans up close to CD.
Creeping Death: Taking something from someone so precious by blindsiding them while they concentrate on the matter at hand. The reason they're where they are. For that lady, it was finding out which train to take. For me, it's wrestling. The mother reminds me of one, Jack of Blades. Lulling the distraction to sleep, and snatching a valuable posession by means of pretending to be where he wants to be.
Creeping Death stands up, and walks towards the map. He places his finger on it, and follows a train track line to a point out in the middle of nowhere, it seems. The subway train itself comes roaring up, and screeches to a hault. The doors pop open, and CD steps on. Inside the train, a couple sits far down. Cuddling and talking. A single man with a bottle of booze is across from them, smiling. CD sits on a bench, unlike what he normally does. The elderly lady comes on the train as well, having just gotten off her cell phone with police. She sits down crying. The train takes off. Whizzing through the subway. CD looks at the lady and shakes his head.
Creeping Death: What has become of this world? Filled with poverty, pain, suffering, and maniacs. People that will steal from the elderly, go to war over oil, and mess with helpless girls that need a friend? I, for one, feel a need to rid the world of this. But I'm only one man. What can one man do in a world? Nothing. What can a few men do in a wrestling company? Lots.
The subway train rifles through the tunnel at breakneck speed. And without warning, comes to a hault. A long, drawn out hault. Screeching and sliding the whole way. When it finally stops, the doors open, and Creeping Death walks out of them into a second station. This one looks a little more like home, with black marble making up the walls. CD walks through, and up the steps, into the night. Standing before him is the gates to the cemetery. Across the way, his bell tower. The steps to the subway are gone, as if they weren't there to begin with. CD opens up the gates and walks into the graveyard. We get shots of the headstones. Names like 'Shaun Huges', 'Hellz Angel', 'David Alastair', 'JoJo', 'Matthew Draven', 'Wylde Card', and the open grave of 'Ellis'. Creeping Death stops at this grave, and hops in the hole he dug.
Creeping Death: Finally, a real straight up, sit down talk with Jack of Blades. Congradulations, Jack. You finally understand the concept of a camera in your face. I don't care what you say about using WCF TV time, when I do it, it's the most productive anyone has ever seen. I give everyone what they want to see, not shopping and concerts. My use of WCF television, in regards to when I feel it's required to waste money, is not in question here. Nor are my 'lazy' in-ring performances. Have you been living under a rock the past couple months? Not only was I in the craziest match anyone has ever seen, but I've put out a hundred and one percent of all I have for WCF. Maybe if you'd stop sending people on crusades looking for hardcore DVDs trips and actually payed attention to the company you joined, you'd realize the falseness of your statement. Lack of interviews is just my way of saying 'you're not worth my time outside the ring'. A tactic I was close to using on you. I had no reason to explain my actions, or anything. Nothing to talk about, as you feel it's more important to put everyone to sleep and cause ridiculously violent outbursts of hatred from my body. If I say it again, I've said it a million times Jack; nobody cares about you unless you're talking about wrestling, or if you're in the ring. Everything else is just wasteful filler.
Our stable was formed, basically by me, for WCF's gain. Most of the time, it's a mutual agreement, but I have some say. I'm not saying I'm the leader, but nine times out of ten, it's what I say that goes with us. That's just the thing, though. Whatever I suggest, the rest of the Dynasty have either thought about it, or were going to bring it up themselves. It's an unspoken bond we have. All of us hang out with eachother backstage, on the road, wherever we go, we're with one of the New Dynasty. I went out of my way to bring Dake Ken back here. Logan, your leader, treated us unjustly during his time as owner. Putting his top talent in broken down hotels, and flying me to Japan in a death trap of an airplane. He really treated us like shit. So we teamed up to take him out of the ownership position, but lo-and-behold, we didn't get the chance. Now, it's all about winning this battle we've been waging for weeks upon weeks now.
If anything, Jack, I'm the New Dynasty's greatest asset. I brought everyone together for a single purpose, got everything assembled. Our first mission was to dominate the singles gold here in WCF, and look, as of this time, we dominate the WCF singles gold. So far, we're one for one. After tonight, we'll be two for two.
Ellis was a young girl, and you were bent on revenge. I took her before you could, henceforth, your angst towards me. I, on the other hand, cherish my Hardcore Title more than you could ever know, Jack. It's now the eleventh hour. Time is ticking. What do I have instore for you at Ultimate Showdown? Something you'd never expect. I'm going to do everything I can to keep my title, Jack. All the poems, hardcore DVDs, or concerts in the world couldn't get me to lose it.
Jack of Blades ... come Ultimate Showdown ... whether you accept it or not ... the bell tolls ... for you.
Creeping Death lowers his head, as in the background, the bell in his tower swings and tolls. Scene fades out.
Creeping Death: Taking something from someone so precious by blindsiding them while they concentrate on the matter at hand. The reason they're where they are. For that lady, it was finding out which train to take. For me, it's wrestling. The mother reminds me of one, Jack of Blades. Lulling the distraction to sleep, and snatching a valuable posession by means of pretending to be where he wants to be.
Creeping Death stands up, and walks towards the map. He places his finger on it, and follows a train track line to a point out in the middle of nowhere, it seems. The subway train itself comes roaring up, and screeches to a hault. The doors pop open, and CD steps on. Inside the train, a couple sits far down. Cuddling and talking. A single man with a bottle of booze is across from them, smiling. CD sits on a bench, unlike what he normally does. The elderly lady comes on the train as well, having just gotten off her cell phone with police. She sits down crying. The train takes off. Whizzing through the subway. CD looks at the lady and shakes his head.
Creeping Death: What has become of this world? Filled with poverty, pain, suffering, and maniacs. People that will steal from the elderly, go to war over oil, and mess with helpless girls that need a friend? I, for one, feel a need to rid the world of this. But I'm only one man. What can one man do in a world? Nothing. What can a few men do in a wrestling company? Lots.
The subway train rifles through the tunnel at breakneck speed. And without warning, comes to a hault. A long, drawn out hault. Screeching and sliding the whole way. When it finally stops, the doors open, and Creeping Death walks out of them into a second station. This one looks a little more like home, with black marble making up the walls. CD walks through, and up the steps, into the night. Standing before him is the gates to the cemetery. Across the way, his bell tower. The steps to the subway are gone, as if they weren't there to begin with. CD opens up the gates and walks into the graveyard. We get shots of the headstones. Names like 'Shaun Huges', 'Hellz Angel', 'David Alastair', 'JoJo', 'Matthew Draven', 'Wylde Card', and the open grave of 'Ellis'. Creeping Death stops at this grave, and hops in the hole he dug.
Creeping Death: Finally, a real straight up, sit down talk with Jack of Blades. Congradulations, Jack. You finally understand the concept of a camera in your face. I don't care what you say about using WCF TV time, when I do it, it's the most productive anyone has ever seen. I give everyone what they want to see, not shopping and concerts. My use of WCF television, in regards to when I feel it's required to waste money, is not in question here. Nor are my 'lazy' in-ring performances. Have you been living under a rock the past couple months? Not only was I in the craziest match anyone has ever seen, but I've put out a hundred and one percent of all I have for WCF. Maybe if you'd stop sending people on crusades looking for hardcore DVDs trips and actually payed attention to the company you joined, you'd realize the falseness of your statement. Lack of interviews is just my way of saying 'you're not worth my time outside the ring'. A tactic I was close to using on you. I had no reason to explain my actions, or anything. Nothing to talk about, as you feel it's more important to put everyone to sleep and cause ridiculously violent outbursts of hatred from my body. If I say it again, I've said it a million times Jack; nobody cares about you unless you're talking about wrestling, or if you're in the ring. Everything else is just wasteful filler.
Our stable was formed, basically by me, for WCF's gain. Most of the time, it's a mutual agreement, but I have some say. I'm not saying I'm the leader, but nine times out of ten, it's what I say that goes with us. That's just the thing, though. Whatever I suggest, the rest of the Dynasty have either thought about it, or were going to bring it up themselves. It's an unspoken bond we have. All of us hang out with eachother backstage, on the road, wherever we go, we're with one of the New Dynasty. I went out of my way to bring Dake Ken back here. Logan, your leader, treated us unjustly during his time as owner. Putting his top talent in broken down hotels, and flying me to Japan in a death trap of an airplane. He really treated us like shit. So we teamed up to take him out of the ownership position, but lo-and-behold, we didn't get the chance. Now, it's all about winning this battle we've been waging for weeks upon weeks now.
If anything, Jack, I'm the New Dynasty's greatest asset. I brought everyone together for a single purpose, got everything assembled. Our first mission was to dominate the singles gold here in WCF, and look, as of this time, we dominate the WCF singles gold. So far, we're one for one. After tonight, we'll be two for two.
Ellis was a young girl, and you were bent on revenge. I took her before you could, henceforth, your angst towards me. I, on the other hand, cherish my Hardcore Title more than you could ever know, Jack. It's now the eleventh hour. Time is ticking. What do I have instore for you at Ultimate Showdown? Something you'd never expect. I'm going to do everything I can to keep my title, Jack. All the poems, hardcore DVDs, or concerts in the world couldn't get me to lose it.
Jack of Blades ... come Ultimate Showdown ... whether you accept it or not ... the bell tolls ... for you.
Creeping Death lowers his head, as in the background, the bell in his tower swings and tolls. Scene fades out.
