Post by Corey Black on Jul 14, 2011 18:53:05 GMT -5
CD is sitting his his WCF Office. It's not lavish by any means. But it looks nice. Dim lighting, nice looking chair, sweet black desk, blood waterfall going from ceiling to floor.. something you'd come to imagine the office of the guy would look like.
Creeping Death: Don't call me "Corey." You, Black Angel, you can call me "boss" or "Creeping Death, sir" but absolutely NOT "Corey." I'm not afraid of anything, certainly not a fat guy in a skeleton mask. You talk a big game, sitting on trash, speaking about being able to torture someone. You're right, you do know a form of torture; that promo you shot. You made me spend money from the WCF bank account to get a guy out there to shoot that crap? Ugh. And add in the fact that you aren't even under a legit contract? God, Blair is a piece of shit, I tell you what. Between this junk, the airfare for Shadow to and from Japan, plus his personal massagers.. he's going to send WCF into debt.
WCF have treated people like you the way people like you should have been treated a long time ago. We don't need your bullshit. You don't add anything to the product. Like I said, you waste money. People don't care about Shadow, or the Arch Angels in general. If I put up a poll on WCF.com, asking who should be fired, and I listed every single WCF wrestler... Shadow would be number one. And I don't even want to sign you to a fucking contract, Angel. I didn't know that was possible. I'm glad it is! You can have this Tag Title Match, get destroyed by myself and Mr. FPV, and then you can be on your merry way.
You see, it's personal. The both of you have bitched and moaned and tried to get my attention. "Wah wah wah, we want the Tag Titles, boo fucking hoo." WCF has more important shit going on than a couple of scrub belt marks wanting a shot at the Tag Titles. Hell, one half of said Champions is in the goddamn main event, how could I let Mr. FPV, one of WCF's rising stars, compete in a match against the two of you?
Then, you did it. You kicked Joey's ass. The kid needs to know what to look out for, yeah, and it was a good lesson. But one that shouldn't have been taught by the two of you. So, here you are. Fucked. You get what you want, but you get it in the form of Mr. FPV and Mr. C f'n D. Did you see what happened to those assholes Jason Kash and Tommy Knoxville the last time I filled in for a member of the WCF Tag Team Champions? Double it. Because I'm going to flat out murder you two. I don't give a fuck who is under that mask.. because it won't save you from a Burning Hammer.
CD spins around in his chair, totally in the style of Dr. Claw from the Inspector Gadget cartoons. The scene fades out with a look at the back of CD's office chair... it has the WCF logo stitched into it.
Creeping Death: Don't call me "Corey." You, Black Angel, you can call me "boss" or "Creeping Death, sir" but absolutely NOT "Corey." I'm not afraid of anything, certainly not a fat guy in a skeleton mask. You talk a big game, sitting on trash, speaking about being able to torture someone. You're right, you do know a form of torture; that promo you shot. You made me spend money from the WCF bank account to get a guy out there to shoot that crap? Ugh. And add in the fact that you aren't even under a legit contract? God, Blair is a piece of shit, I tell you what. Between this junk, the airfare for Shadow to and from Japan, plus his personal massagers.. he's going to send WCF into debt.
WCF have treated people like you the way people like you should have been treated a long time ago. We don't need your bullshit. You don't add anything to the product. Like I said, you waste money. People don't care about Shadow, or the Arch Angels in general. If I put up a poll on WCF.com, asking who should be fired, and I listed every single WCF wrestler... Shadow would be number one. And I don't even want to sign you to a fucking contract, Angel. I didn't know that was possible. I'm glad it is! You can have this Tag Title Match, get destroyed by myself and Mr. FPV, and then you can be on your merry way.
You see, it's personal. The both of you have bitched and moaned and tried to get my attention. "Wah wah wah, we want the Tag Titles, boo fucking hoo." WCF has more important shit going on than a couple of scrub belt marks wanting a shot at the Tag Titles. Hell, one half of said Champions is in the goddamn main event, how could I let Mr. FPV, one of WCF's rising stars, compete in a match against the two of you?
Then, you did it. You kicked Joey's ass. The kid needs to know what to look out for, yeah, and it was a good lesson. But one that shouldn't have been taught by the two of you. So, here you are. Fucked. You get what you want, but you get it in the form of Mr. FPV and Mr. C f'n D. Did you see what happened to those assholes Jason Kash and Tommy Knoxville the last time I filled in for a member of the WCF Tag Team Champions? Double it. Because I'm going to flat out murder you two. I don't give a fuck who is under that mask.. because it won't save you from a Burning Hammer.
CD spins around in his chair, totally in the style of Dr. Claw from the Inspector Gadget cartoons. The scene fades out with a look at the back of CD's office chair... it has the WCF logo stitched into it.
