Post by Corey Black on Dec 28, 2011 23:53:22 GMT -5
One.
WCF's biggest show of the year, their personal 'Wrestlemania.' The main event has always been the showcase of the best, and this year, it's no different. Odin Balfore and Corey Black have gone back and forth for months, sometimes assisting, other times destroying each other, but the fact remains.. the hatred is there. Odin had the distinction of being the only man to force Corey Black from his home company, but that was short lived. Corey paid attention, and Odin was using him like a trophy of some kind. That didn't set well. So at Helloween, Corey Black revealed himself as the man behind the "He" persona that had stalked WCF for the better part of a year. He had no direction for it, just did it because he knew he'd need it sometime. And he did. The WCF fanbase and wrestlers alike were left stunned, as it wasn't one of Adam Young's friends, but a dude that had been on the roster the whole time the "He" thing was going on.
That's not even it. Odin Balfore is the reason Corey Black has been acting a bit off. Corey thought Creeping Death was haunting him. Literally, stuff would move on it's own and the insignia of CD would be left all over the place. It even terrorized Nikki Venus, Corey's former girlfriend, whom Corey stays with between shows. Corey's sure that was his violent side trying to manifest itself, but who knows for sure? It could have been camera tricks to throw people off, or it could have been real. No matter, Corey Black is back and he has a new attitude going forward.
WCF's biggest show of the year, their personal 'Wrestlemania.' The main event has always been the showcase of the best, and this year, it's no different. Odin Balfore and Corey Black have gone back and forth for months, sometimes assisting, other times destroying each other, but the fact remains.. the hatred is there. Odin had the distinction of being the only man to force Corey Black from his home company, but that was short lived. Corey paid attention, and Odin was using him like a trophy of some kind. That didn't set well. So at Helloween, Corey Black revealed himself as the man behind the "He" persona that had stalked WCF for the better part of a year. He had no direction for it, just did it because he knew he'd need it sometime. And he did. The WCF fanbase and wrestlers alike were left stunned, as it wasn't one of Adam Young's friends, but a dude that had been on the roster the whole time the "He" thing was going on.
That's not even it. Odin Balfore is the reason Corey Black has been acting a bit off. Corey thought Creeping Death was haunting him. Literally, stuff would move on it's own and the insignia of CD would be left all over the place. It even terrorized Nikki Venus, Corey's former girlfriend, whom Corey stays with between shows. Corey's sure that was his violent side trying to manifest itself, but who knows for sure? It could have been camera tricks to throw people off, or it could have been real. No matter, Corey Black is back and he has a new attitude going forward.
The scene opens rather oddly. Corey Black, shirtless with his tattoos standing out and camo shorts on, laying face down on a table. There is a very attractive blonde massaging his back with oils. The woman is WCF's newest wrestler Amanda Mosby. She is wearing tight black pants and a torn up Iron Maiden t-shirt. As she rubs deep into his muscles, Corey's face shows the signs of pain. The good kind. The relaxing kind. Amanda's small stature and outright attractiveness commands the screen and room, Corey fully entranced with her hand skills. She's smiling ear to ear as she works over Corey's back.
Corey Black
Fuck, Mandy, that feels amazing. You learn that back in New York?
Amanda Mosby
Nah, I just always had the skill..
And then without warning, Corey Black turns, spins, and locks Amanda in a Crossface. She is surprised, but quickly succumbs and Corey lets go of the hold.
Amanda Mosby
Really, a lesson? You douche! I was trying to make you relaxed, dude!
Corey Black
Always a lesson, Mandy. You'll thank me later. Look what I did with your friend Kaylyn, she's got herself a Title Match on the biggest show of the year.
Amanda Mosby
Yeah, I guess you're right. Is this how you get all the ladies?
Corey Black
Ha, I wish it was always this simple. I've had my fair share of women in my life, but it has always ended awful. One, I even had to slam her into a pile of thumbtacks. Bitch was nuts.
Amanda Mosby
Alright, noted, I've seen what has been happening with Kay. You sure that shit won't happen to me?
Corey Black
I can't be too sure. I mean, like I have been saying, I don't remember doing that stuff to Kaylyn. I don't even remember putting on the Creeping Death paint, Mandy, it's just ridiculous.
Amanda Mosby
I know, I know. Just try to relax this week, you've got a lot on your plate, you don't need to be giving me constant lessons.
Corey Black
Alright. You're sure to debut next week, you think you're ready for this?
Amanda Mosby
You know it. I'm going to kick balls and slap faces, bitch.
Corey Black
Vigor, nicely done. Alright, I'm going to head off to the interview space. You cool to chill in here?
Amanda Mosby
Go cut your silly promo, cockknocker!
Corey Black
You are so fucking hot... alright yeah, ahem.
Corey drops off the table and heads out the door, revealing the rest of the WCF Arena's innerworkings. Corey walks down the hall a bit, and to a dimly lit area with a big black and green WCF banner hanging on the wall. Still shirtless, Corey stands in front of the banner and allows the WCF cameraman to get into position.
Corey Black
This is it. The one moment I have been waiting for my entire career. It took ten long years, but finally, I have earned myself a main event match at One. I am expecting to go against the baddest motherfucker WCF has ever seen, the man that powerbombed me five times and forced me out of this company for a period, Odin Balfore. What I am actually going against, though, is a seven foot tall Harry Potter. Time-traveling, sword portals, Atlantis, giants... what in the blue fuck did I just see? I mean, seriously, back up. When did this whole Norse thing take off and go full Marvel Comics on us? I guess it doesn't matter, you're still a big dude. A big wizard dude.
Through everything you have said this last week, there was one glaring oversight. I friggin' pinned you. It wasn't even in WCF, my home turf! It was on your grounds. You and your buddy Ryan Blake, who I also happened to pin a week later. See, this is the problem. You're not looking in the right direction. You're in fantasy land. Pretty easy to see. You kill Creeping Death, I return, CLEARLY a better wrestler. Boom, pin you, boom beat Ryan Blake. Yet you still sit around and do math and question my views on life. Fuck man. Every single promo I see from you kills the aura you had before I left WCF. I thought you were the biggest, baddest thing WCF has ever seen. Now I realize you're an emotionally deep middle schooler trapped in a tall dude's body, with the imagination of my five year old cousin. She thinks she is really a princess. You think you're really a viking. She thinks the cardboard box her mom's big screen TV came in is a portal to Atlantis, too.
Now, of course, you're all confidence. You've been in the ring with CD before, you know how he rolls. Yeah, you destroyed my love for this. Everything I once thought was powerbombed to bullshit and mush. All I wanted was to maim people, much like you right now. Then, I realized something. You get to this level, my level, and you still just want to hurt people, what does that do? It eliminates all competition. Who the fuck wants a WCF full of Tek and Superfans? Nobody. That will be boring. So, when you took my body and slammed it down over and over again, and as I walked to the back barely able to stand, I knew right then and there that I was doing the wrong thing. I've killed more jobber than you could even count, Odin, and you showed your second grade math skills off, so I know it's true. Anyway, I left WCF because it was the right thing to do for me. That mindset I was in was stupid and irrational. As such, I found a job elsewhere, and started from the bottom. I wanted to see what it was like in this day and age to start from scratch. I had been the ace of WCF for at least nine years, never left, never went anywhere else, I had forgotten what it was like. So, I found IWF. Ninety nine percent of the people there had never even heard of me, so it was perfect. First match out, boom, win a battle royal and second show main event for a championship. That shit will humble you. I didn't need the history I had here to get to the top of the card. I didn't have to be like 'yo, give me so and so in a cage next week, gonna teach that bitch a lesson.' I earned it the hard way, proving to myself and everyone here that I am not even close to the level you thought I was at. The general census here was that of a broken man, a dude that once had the passion and skill, but now could give a shit. It was because I didn't have to try. I was ALWAYS at the top. I could have lost a match to anyone, newcomer or not, and the next week I could be in the main event. Name recognition will do that. Now though? If anyone pays attention to my career, and my fans do, they know I can still go. They've seen me beat some of the best WCF has had to offer with the greatest of ease, and they have seen me lose to the jobbiest of jobbers. Now, that isn't the case at all. I'm steamrolling people the best WCF has to offer would be afraid to pass on the street. Television Champion of the Year? Pinned her delicious ass to the mat a little more than a week ago. The difference is, Odin, you beat Creeping Death. You're zero for one against Corey Black. At One, you'd zero for two, and your shiny gold belt is history, too.
My main focus nowadays is competition, this World Title Match is just gravy. I think you'll pose a bit of competition, but nothing I've never seen before. If nothing else, be honored that you're representing that World Title in the main event of One against someone like me, because let's be frank, this is a big deal. The BIGGEST deal. It's your classic case of new guy dominating, old guy wanting his glory back. Except in this case, I'm not going to put you over. What we did, moreover, what I did for you back when I ran things, doesn't matter anymore. Our spittle with Seth is out the window. This is now down to you and I finishing what was started months ago. No ladder matches with Adam Young to get a match with you, not even close. I came back and earned my keep, proved that I am once again the ace of this company, and it was all miraculously rewarded by the man we both tried to maim with a main event at One. Seth is completely out of this situation. He did the right thing, there's no denying it. The odd part is, I don't give a damn about the belt. This may be the first One main event where the challenger is out for nothing more than pride. I don't need a belt to know I am the best in WCF, but hey, if it's there, then it's there. Cool by me. But, know this Odin. Win or lose, by the end of the night, I will have my pride. You will never take this match away from me. It took me a decade to get to this spot. Four World Title reigns, a first ballot Hall of Fame nod, and ten long years, Odin. You? Five months tops. I don't think you understand the importance of this event. Every year, I sit in the back and watch the main event after already going out there and busting my ass for nearly nothing. Gauntlet matches, street fights, fuck all that. I have had NOTHING at this event. Odin, literally, you have had nothing as well. It's a fresh main event for the biggest pay per view WCF has all year long. Nothing could be more perfect.. or well..
Of course, that leads me to Torture. I'm largely unsure of this. On one hand, it's Torture, he's more treacherous than Logan. One minute he's your BFF, the next you're dropped on your face. You'd think I'd know which Torture we'll be seeing on Sunday, but I have no fucking clue. I haven't talked to him for months, ever since Markman was Burning Hammered back to KFC. He's the x-factor, he can sway the match in any direction. My perfect main event at One, completely fucked by my former best friend. For the last few weeks, it was basically a given he would come back and face Odin, all while knowing he was simply the ref. Not one text, not one Facebook message telling me what was up. What kind of friend is that? Leading me to believe my rightful place in WCF One History is nothing more than a lie.
That is just like you, though, isn't it Torture? Throughout our tenure as Kings of the Tag Division, no matter what, you were the man with the win, and I was the man to take the loss. It never failed. I was always there for you when you had it, yet when I was getting rocked, where were you? Fuck it, doesn't matter anymore. I don't know what your intentions are, and frankly it doesn't matter, because when I have Odin's shoulders down on the mat, you will count to three. And if mine end up down, I expect you to do the same for Odin. No shenanigans, man, not at One. Because, well, you know what is two weeks after One, right?
Right.
Corey holds up one finger with his right hand and three with his left. A sly smile comes across his face, as he knows everyone always overlooks XIII. But not him. Even with the main event of One coming soon, XIII is on the mind. As it should be for everyone else too.
