Post by Corey Black on May 12, 2011 19:58:23 GMT -5
Our scene opens to a car pulling into a parking lot. The car is a black sedan, 300c to be exact. It stops, and the door lambos up. Out from the car itself steps Creeping Death. He starts walking to the left, across a grassy field. Soon, he reaches bleachers… and a stage… and a ring. CD is in Water Works Park, overseeing his set being built. There are tons of chairs and bleachers set up around the ring itself, which is decked out in all black with a red “XIII” in the middle of it. The ramp leading to the stage is an old school raised one like WCW and ECW used to use, leading to the stage. It’s made of steel, with a Jumbotron and scaffolding around it, not too high tech looking, but super metal. CD rolls into his ring and looks around, nodding in approval of everything he had dreamed up.
Creeping Death: I've picked what could possibly be called the best card in the history of WCF. I took what I have seen in the past, oh I don't know, two years, and put the best of the best together. The level of competition should be through the roof, and it's going to show. Thirteen will be the very best show WCF has ever had. Period. People will be talking about it for decades to come.
Doc Henry, a man that has been roaring though people left and right, in a Clockwork Orange House of Fun Match. I ... I barely know what to say. Doc's going to murder this kid, and it's going to set the tone for the evening. The newest guy on the roster will be eating through a straw. I chose this match because I knew I needed something crazy to begin. Doc's the kind of guy, now, that will not stop until someone is hurt. He's a changed man, and he has made me notice.
The second match I have, well, let's just say, sorry. The Cool Club going against two men that have beat my ass for the better part of ten years. Roy Speede has a mouth on him. A big, big mouth. Gravedigger literally came to me and told me he wanted Roy's head. I agreed. But then once Brad Kane heard the news, he told me he wanted in, so a little card change later, boom. We have Alex Haden trying to help his buddy write a check they will not be able to cash. Speede and Haden will have no choice but to quit.
I had different plans for Jay Price. Before his retirement, I was eyeing him for a World Title shot, assuming he hadn't won it by then. But, as the story goes, the man retired. He just up and quit because he couldn't get the job done. Then, I was like "well fuck me, maybe he'll come back for one more match against Jay Williams." It would have been great, too, but Williams went on and proved everyone wrong by winning the World Title. I'm not giving a retired guy a World Title Match just because I want to see it. So, Logan got in contact with me. I told him, straight up, that I have a match I know he couldn’t refuse. Logan verses Jay Price is a One main event, easily. Here on Thirteen? It’s the last match before intermission. Not to mention, an hour long Ironman Match … with no rules the last ten? Jesus Christ.
Greenfever … well he’s just nuts. I sent him a text and told him he could have anyone, and have any match. This crazy bastard replies “Phillip Baines. Hardcore Title. FLATLINER!” I had to piece together exactly what he meant, but when I did, I was shocked. Who in their right mind thinks up a match where you have to stop a man’s heart? AND WHO AGREES?! Phillip Baines, that’s who. These two men are outright insane, and they’re going to kill each other … literally … in front of our very eyes. I have been through some shit in my day, but not once, not even close, have I been in any shit like that.
I have enough respect for WCF not to jeopardize the World Championship being won by a retired man, so I gave the chance to Oblivion. He has a pinfall victory over Jay Williams, that was my main theory behind that. I trust Jay and Oblivion will give us one hell of a Falls Count Anywhere Match. Water Works Park is a big place. These two men have all the freedom to tear this place apart. My heart wants me to go with Oblivion winning, but there is something to like about Williams. He was here about 5 years ago, and in his return, he comes in and wins the World Championship.
And then, there’s the main event. When fleshing out the card for Thirteen, I originally wasn’t scheduled. I didn’t want anything to do with the in-ring aspect of the show. That’s when the WCF Classic happened. Sure, I lost in the second round, but that is neither here nor there, Jason Kash. You lost to the same man I lost to. How in the hell is that a bad thing? Regardless, Kash, you were the real story. Your constant belittling of me was pathetic. Sure, I have been here longer, I mean more, I’m worth more… but where does that mean I am less able in the ring? The way I see it, all this history behind me only fuels the fire. It wasn’t that long ago when I thought I was going to hang it up. And to be honest, I was close. But it’s pieces of shit like you that make me keep coming back. You haven’t lost spark? Didn’t you just up and quit like a bitch last year? That’s losing a lot more than spark, kid, that’s losing respect. Whatever respect I could have mustarded up for you, that is. I chose you because you’re a fucking cunt and I want to shove my foot in your throat. Nothing more, and nothing less. It’s not “man, this Jason Kash is good, and he’d make a great opponent!” No, fucker, it’s that I want your blood to be spilled at my hands. This show isn’t my only saving grace, the entire federation is my hallowed ground. Every single show happens because of me. I built this place. I am the only man here that has been consistent with WCF. Nobody can take that from me. The only thing you are known for around here is being a bitch. You bring in all your friends, and for what? Two have done anything of note, two of at least six. The men I bring here, men like Brad Kane, men like Torture, guys that matter. You will never mean as much to WCF as I do, and that is my advantage. If it doesn’t matter what I have done in the past, then it doesn’t matter what I do in the future, it matter what I do in the present, and that is going to be taking your precious Television Title, and possibly even your career. You won’t even come close to putting me or my career in the grave, Kash.
It’s funny that you bring up the fact that I wear face paint. If I didn’t know any better, I could have sworn I saw you starring in Fast 5 … but with, somehow, more talent. My paint isn’t to hide anything. I’ve gone without it for a while. It’s a badge of honor my trainer and mentor bestowed upon me. Where was THAT tape when you were seemingly reliving my life? No matter, every tape in the world will not save you from the cold steel of a ladder, nor the shredding barbs of the barbed wire ropes. I sure did build my career on this madness. This stuff launched me into the spotlight and let me shine. Kind of like what you do with drugs, except way stupider. The fact that you bash on anything I say or do is a joke as long as you’re hanging out in the back and getting high. What kind of person in the public eye are you? One piss test and you’re out of here. Gone like you were when you fucking quit. Criminal though? I don’t remember ever saying that to you. Not once. Did you get some laced stuff? Your entire second promo seemed like a fabrication of reality. Go ahead, download movies, see what I care. I have never once called you a criminal, Jason. You’re a WCF wrestler, I think you’d know better.
I dunno, man. I think you’re a fool for agreeing to go one on one with me, but to agree to let me destroy your body with ladders and barbed wire? Fuck. You’re fearless, that’s for sure. Not many guys would gladly accept the offer, but alas, you did. For that, I give you props. Nothing more, though. Nothing more.
Creeping Death smiles as he waves the camera off. The cameraman drops off the apron and heads to the back, behind the curtain. CD remains in the ring as storm clouds roll in. Lightning follows … aw, you know the rest of this.
Creeping Death: I've picked what could possibly be called the best card in the history of WCF. I took what I have seen in the past, oh I don't know, two years, and put the best of the best together. The level of competition should be through the roof, and it's going to show. Thirteen will be the very best show WCF has ever had. Period. People will be talking about it for decades to come.
Doc Henry, a man that has been roaring though people left and right, in a Clockwork Orange House of Fun Match. I ... I barely know what to say. Doc's going to murder this kid, and it's going to set the tone for the evening. The newest guy on the roster will be eating through a straw. I chose this match because I knew I needed something crazy to begin. Doc's the kind of guy, now, that will not stop until someone is hurt. He's a changed man, and he has made me notice.
The second match I have, well, let's just say, sorry. The Cool Club going against two men that have beat my ass for the better part of ten years. Roy Speede has a mouth on him. A big, big mouth. Gravedigger literally came to me and told me he wanted Roy's head. I agreed. But then once Brad Kane heard the news, he told me he wanted in, so a little card change later, boom. We have Alex Haden trying to help his buddy write a check they will not be able to cash. Speede and Haden will have no choice but to quit.
I had different plans for Jay Price. Before his retirement, I was eyeing him for a World Title shot, assuming he hadn't won it by then. But, as the story goes, the man retired. He just up and quit because he couldn't get the job done. Then, I was like "well fuck me, maybe he'll come back for one more match against Jay Williams." It would have been great, too, but Williams went on and proved everyone wrong by winning the World Title. I'm not giving a retired guy a World Title Match just because I want to see it. So, Logan got in contact with me. I told him, straight up, that I have a match I know he couldn’t refuse. Logan verses Jay Price is a One main event, easily. Here on Thirteen? It’s the last match before intermission. Not to mention, an hour long Ironman Match … with no rules the last ten? Jesus Christ.
Greenfever … well he’s just nuts. I sent him a text and told him he could have anyone, and have any match. This crazy bastard replies “Phillip Baines. Hardcore Title. FLATLINER!” I had to piece together exactly what he meant, but when I did, I was shocked. Who in their right mind thinks up a match where you have to stop a man’s heart? AND WHO AGREES?! Phillip Baines, that’s who. These two men are outright insane, and they’re going to kill each other … literally … in front of our very eyes. I have been through some shit in my day, but not once, not even close, have I been in any shit like that.
I have enough respect for WCF not to jeopardize the World Championship being won by a retired man, so I gave the chance to Oblivion. He has a pinfall victory over Jay Williams, that was my main theory behind that. I trust Jay and Oblivion will give us one hell of a Falls Count Anywhere Match. Water Works Park is a big place. These two men have all the freedom to tear this place apart. My heart wants me to go with Oblivion winning, but there is something to like about Williams. He was here about 5 years ago, and in his return, he comes in and wins the World Championship.
And then, there’s the main event. When fleshing out the card for Thirteen, I originally wasn’t scheduled. I didn’t want anything to do with the in-ring aspect of the show. That’s when the WCF Classic happened. Sure, I lost in the second round, but that is neither here nor there, Jason Kash. You lost to the same man I lost to. How in the hell is that a bad thing? Regardless, Kash, you were the real story. Your constant belittling of me was pathetic. Sure, I have been here longer, I mean more, I’m worth more… but where does that mean I am less able in the ring? The way I see it, all this history behind me only fuels the fire. It wasn’t that long ago when I thought I was going to hang it up. And to be honest, I was close. But it’s pieces of shit like you that make me keep coming back. You haven’t lost spark? Didn’t you just up and quit like a bitch last year? That’s losing a lot more than spark, kid, that’s losing respect. Whatever respect I could have mustarded up for you, that is. I chose you because you’re a fucking cunt and I want to shove my foot in your throat. Nothing more, and nothing less. It’s not “man, this Jason Kash is good, and he’d make a great opponent!” No, fucker, it’s that I want your blood to be spilled at my hands. This show isn’t my only saving grace, the entire federation is my hallowed ground. Every single show happens because of me. I built this place. I am the only man here that has been consistent with WCF. Nobody can take that from me. The only thing you are known for around here is being a bitch. You bring in all your friends, and for what? Two have done anything of note, two of at least six. The men I bring here, men like Brad Kane, men like Torture, guys that matter. You will never mean as much to WCF as I do, and that is my advantage. If it doesn’t matter what I have done in the past, then it doesn’t matter what I do in the future, it matter what I do in the present, and that is going to be taking your precious Television Title, and possibly even your career. You won’t even come close to putting me or my career in the grave, Kash.
It’s funny that you bring up the fact that I wear face paint. If I didn’t know any better, I could have sworn I saw you starring in Fast 5 … but with, somehow, more talent. My paint isn’t to hide anything. I’ve gone without it for a while. It’s a badge of honor my trainer and mentor bestowed upon me. Where was THAT tape when you were seemingly reliving my life? No matter, every tape in the world will not save you from the cold steel of a ladder, nor the shredding barbs of the barbed wire ropes. I sure did build my career on this madness. This stuff launched me into the spotlight and let me shine. Kind of like what you do with drugs, except way stupider. The fact that you bash on anything I say or do is a joke as long as you’re hanging out in the back and getting high. What kind of person in the public eye are you? One piss test and you’re out of here. Gone like you were when you fucking quit. Criminal though? I don’t remember ever saying that to you. Not once. Did you get some laced stuff? Your entire second promo seemed like a fabrication of reality. Go ahead, download movies, see what I care. I have never once called you a criminal, Jason. You’re a WCF wrestler, I think you’d know better.
I dunno, man. I think you’re a fool for agreeing to go one on one with me, but to agree to let me destroy your body with ladders and barbed wire? Fuck. You’re fearless, that’s for sure. Not many guys would gladly accept the offer, but alas, you did. For that, I give you props. Nothing more, though. Nothing more.
Creeping Death smiles as he waves the camera off. The cameraman drops off the apron and heads to the back, behind the curtain. CD remains in the ring as storm clouds roll in. Lightning follows … aw, you know the rest of this.
