Post by Corey Black on Jul 9, 2011 12:49:39 GMT -5
The scene opens inside a nifty little establishment. The walls are painted black and have various posters on them, inclunding but not limited to, Metallica, Pantera, Machine Head, God of War, and the like. The floor is basic cement, silver in color. Lights are provided by four spotlights, one in each corner. The ceiling is black, as well, and probably a good twenty feet high. In the middle of the place is a pro wrestling ring. Joey Flynn is inside said ring, running the ropes. He bounces off them, takes three steps, and hits the other side. Back and forth he goes. Off to the side, Creeping Death and Kaylyn James Evans stand, watching Joey. CD is without face paint, hair pulled back, and weaing camo shorts with a black wifebeater, as well as black Converse All-Star Hi-Tops. Kay, however, is dressed in black sweat shorts that rested high on her thighs and low around her waist, a gray shirt tailored to her liking so it rested under her assets much like a sports bra would, black Reebok's, and her hair is pulled back with an elastic band. CD calls out to Joey...
Creeping Death: Alright, Joey, looking good. Keep hitting the ropes, man.
Joey obliges, and hits the ropes more, faster and harder. CD and Kaylyn come in for a closer look.
Kaylyn James Evans: He's not doing too bad..
Creeping Death: Absolutely not. He'll be main event material if he can keep his cool and focus on his training.
Kaylyn James Evans: He better stay on track. Let me get in there.
Creeping Death: Uhm... yeah, good idea. Joey!
Mr. Flynn stops his rope drill, and Kaylyn slides into the ring under the bottom rope. CD climbs up the the apron and rests his arms on the top rope.
Creeping Death: Alright, Kay, what do you want to do? Mat drills?
Kaylyn nods, and grabs Joey, taking him to the mat in a headlock takeover, surprising him. Joey wiggles around and locks on a headscissors, to which Kaylyn handstands out of with ease, and she leaps to Joey's upper body, grabbing the headlock once again. Joey rolls her to he right, one full turn, and slips out the back door, locking in a rear chinlock hard. Kaylyn rolls out, pretty forcefully, and has Joey in a hammerlock while he's face down on the mat... and CD has seen enough.
Creeping Death: Alright, alright, good drill. You guys need to keep your cool, especially you, Joey. You're in the early stages of training, and Kaylyn is leaps and bounds ahead of you. You can't be getting that physical yet. Not in here, anyway. Monday on Slam, against Shadow, go as balls crazy as you want. I don't care, just don't get yourself hurt.
Kaylyn walks over to CD and stands by him, as Joey sits on the mat, breathing heavily.
Joey Flynn: I won't let you down, CD. I will earn my colors in this ring, as well as the WCF one. My eyes still burn from that Green Mist that Shadow decided to use against me in the Preview Match. I just want to kick his head off.
Creeping Death: I know, Joey. You'll make it. Take it one step at a time. You're already zero for one in the WCF ring, you can't get ahead of yourself. Wins are important, but learning takes precident over that now. Shadow is a competitor, like he said, we have history in Japan. We wrestled on the same card numerous times, and he's insane. And he'll have back-up, which is why we'll come down with you.
Joey Flynn: He hasn't seen insanity...
Kaylyn James Evans: Focus, Joey.
Joey Flynn: Right, right, I'm sorry. What's the next drill?
Creeping Death: Lucha.
CD springboards off the middle rope, turns, and lands right next to Joey. This surprises Joey, but he rolls back and nips to his feet, only to be met with an amrdrag. Joey hits the mat hard, gets up, and gets another armdrag. Frustrated, Joey gets to his feet and delivers a stiff big boot right to CD's mouth, sending him down to the mat. Blood splatters out of CD's face, and Kaylyn rushes over.
Kaylyn James Evans: What the hell, Joey?! Relax!
Joey, once again breathing heavily, snaps out of it and realized what he has done. After a day of being pushed, he finally let it out. CD checks his nose, which is bleeding but not broken.
Creeping Death: ... there it is. Let's get back to it.
CD looks at the blood on his hand, and then back up to Joey. Kaylyn helps CD back to his feet and he locks up with Joey as the scene fades out.
Creeping Death: Alright, Joey, looking good. Keep hitting the ropes, man.
Joey obliges, and hits the ropes more, faster and harder. CD and Kaylyn come in for a closer look.
Kaylyn James Evans: He's not doing too bad..
Creeping Death: Absolutely not. He'll be main event material if he can keep his cool and focus on his training.
Kaylyn James Evans: He better stay on track. Let me get in there.
Creeping Death: Uhm... yeah, good idea. Joey!
Mr. Flynn stops his rope drill, and Kaylyn slides into the ring under the bottom rope. CD climbs up the the apron and rests his arms on the top rope.
Creeping Death: Alright, Kay, what do you want to do? Mat drills?
Kaylyn nods, and grabs Joey, taking him to the mat in a headlock takeover, surprising him. Joey wiggles around and locks on a headscissors, to which Kaylyn handstands out of with ease, and she leaps to Joey's upper body, grabbing the headlock once again. Joey rolls her to he right, one full turn, and slips out the back door, locking in a rear chinlock hard. Kaylyn rolls out, pretty forcefully, and has Joey in a hammerlock while he's face down on the mat... and CD has seen enough.
Creeping Death: Alright, alright, good drill. You guys need to keep your cool, especially you, Joey. You're in the early stages of training, and Kaylyn is leaps and bounds ahead of you. You can't be getting that physical yet. Not in here, anyway. Monday on Slam, against Shadow, go as balls crazy as you want. I don't care, just don't get yourself hurt.
Kaylyn walks over to CD and stands by him, as Joey sits on the mat, breathing heavily.
Joey Flynn: I won't let you down, CD. I will earn my colors in this ring, as well as the WCF one. My eyes still burn from that Green Mist that Shadow decided to use against me in the Preview Match. I just want to kick his head off.
Creeping Death: I know, Joey. You'll make it. Take it one step at a time. You're already zero for one in the WCF ring, you can't get ahead of yourself. Wins are important, but learning takes precident over that now. Shadow is a competitor, like he said, we have history in Japan. We wrestled on the same card numerous times, and he's insane. And he'll have back-up, which is why we'll come down with you.
Joey Flynn: He hasn't seen insanity...
Kaylyn James Evans: Focus, Joey.
Joey Flynn: Right, right, I'm sorry. What's the next drill?
Creeping Death: Lucha.
CD springboards off the middle rope, turns, and lands right next to Joey. This surprises Joey, but he rolls back and nips to his feet, only to be met with an amrdrag. Joey hits the mat hard, gets up, and gets another armdrag. Frustrated, Joey gets to his feet and delivers a stiff big boot right to CD's mouth, sending him down to the mat. Blood splatters out of CD's face, and Kaylyn rushes over.
Kaylyn James Evans: What the hell, Joey?! Relax!
Joey, once again breathing heavily, snaps out of it and realized what he has done. After a day of being pushed, he finally let it out. CD checks his nose, which is bleeding but not broken.
Creeping Death: ... there it is. Let's get back to it.
CD looks at the blood on his hand, and then back up to Joey. Kaylyn helps CD back to his feet and he locks up with Joey as the scene fades out.
