(12/13/13) XIII Mystery Event Oct 16, 2019 13:38:19 GMT -5
Post by Action Reel on Oct 16, 2019 13:38:19 GMT -5
Friday Mystery Event Match
Corey Black Defends The XIII Championship
Corey Black Defends The XIII Championship
The Guiliano Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas, Nevada is the setting, and it's dark. Very dark. A graphic on screen shows the name and place, as that at the moment is the only indication of what is going on. The roar of a crowd is heard, however, signifiying something. Over the PA, a familiar voice is heard.
Jonny Fly: Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to ... XIII!
BOOM pyros explode along with the crowd, going fucking bananas! XIII is on the air from the Guiliano Hotel! The events area of the Hotel is decked out in black and red, a smaller stage is set up with a ramp connecting to a ring smack dab in the middle of the area. Mat, ropes, turnbuckles, everything is all black and murdered out. An unknown referee stands in the ring, as Jonny Fly stands up onto the announcer's table to speak to the crowd.
Jonny Fly: I am your host, commentator, and ring announcer for the evening - WCF World Champion Jonny Fly. Tonight is a very special edition of XIII. Clearly, most everyone had no idea it was happening. With One just about week away, rumors spread that an XIII event would not take place, yet here we are. Corey did promise the XIII Title would be defended on this date, and by damnit, it's happening. Let's introduce the challenger!
"Crazy Train" by Ozzy Osborne hits the speakers as a dizzying array of strobe lights begin pulsing on the stage. Jay Price suddenly explodes through the curtain , landing on the stage as his right hand is wrapped around his throat. He rolls down the ramp, locked in a back and forth battle with himself as his left hand tries to free him from the death grip of his right hand.
Jonny Fly: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. I don't think there's any rules. Hell it might even be falls count anywhere. Hold on Jay.
Jonny brings up his cell phone, and makes a call. Price has stopped on the ramp right before the ropes, waiting. A few seconds later...
Jonny Fly: Yep, no rules. Not falls count anywhere though. Falls have to be inside the ring. FIRST, the challenger! Standing six foot, five inches ... weighing in tonight at two hundred and fifty five pounds ... he's the only man in WCF history to hold eight different championships, he's been known as The South Street Menace and also number one Flyjobber Supreme, he is JAY! PRICE!
Jay contiunes, turning at the ropes and rolls off the ramp before he disappears under the ring, at which point he appears on the opposite side of the ring completely calm and in control of himself. He then slides into the ring and waves to the crowd with his left hand before his right hand slaps it back down. This little back and forth will continue until his music fades out, both sides finally settle down and discuss strategy with one another. The crowd gives Jay Price a decent response. He's crazy though.
Jonny Fly: And now, the defending champion. I have been given a card to read but damnit, I don't need it. He comes to us from The Dethfort. Standing five foot, nine inches. Tonight, he weighs in at a very slim and stacked two hundred and twelve pounds. He's been WCF World Champion five different times. He was a better member of Pantheon than Jay Price was. He hosts this whole event and Burning Hammers bitches like Doc Henry to fuck as often as he pleases, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, the XIII Champion himself ... COREY! BLACK!
"Pursuit of Honor" by Battlecross begins, with the melodic guitar flowing through the arena, getting the crowd pumped up. As this goes on, the lights fade to nothing until "Push Pull Destroy" also by Battlecross kicks in, where red and white lights circle throughout the arena. Once the thrash blast beat hits, a spotlight illuminates the stage and there stands Corey Black wearing a black hoodie over his ring gear and holding the XIII Championship in his right hand. The lights continue as Corey walks down to the ring, bobbing his head to the music. He steps through the ropes from the ramp and throws up the devil horns before taking the hoodie off and dropping it to the floor. Corey hands off the Title to the ref. He then poses with his right arm up and bent slightly almost in a vertical flex, left hand on his elbow. Crowd is going batshit bananas crazy for Corey. It's not a typical XIII crowd as it was a secret, but people like the guy.
Transitioning from ring announcer to commentator now, Jonny Fly sits down at the table and watches on as the ref shows the XIIITitle to Jay Price. He nods twice. Because there's two sides in there. Ref walks over to Corey and shows him the belt as well, Corey nods. Shown to the crowd and they all nod - no I'm kidding, they cheer for the sweet new belt. It is handed off to a ring-hand and the bell is rung!
Jonny Fly: Our main event here at XIII is under way! I predict seventy three Burning Hammers and a coffee cake celebration.
Corey and Jay exit their corners, Corey talking shit to Jay, Jay talking shit to Corey and himself. Almost at the same time, the two competitors point to the outside of the ring. They both nod, roll out on opposite sides and look under. Jay grabs a kendo stick, naturally. Corey has a steel chair. They both slide back in and stand off!
Jonny Fly: Not even one punch thrown and these men already have weapons. This is going to get interesting FAST.
Jay swings for the fences, but Corey blocks with the chair. Another swing, another block. Corey goes for a onehand-overhand shot with the chair and Jay rolls out of the way, to his knees and cracking Corey right in the midsection with the kendo stick! This doubles Corey over, dropping the chair. Jay lines it up and GOLF SHOT! He swings the stick like a golf club right into Corey Black's chest! This stands Corey up and Jay goes for the headshot but misses! Corey ducks, hits the ropes and comes back with a dropkick to the knee, knocking Jay down to his stomach. Chairshot across the back!
Jonny Fly: Damn, these guys aren't holding back.
Another shot to the back! Jay Price scurries to the ropes, and kicks Corey in the stomach as he comes over for another shot. Jay with a big European Uppercut, sending Corey backward across the ring to the ropes. Price stalks and hits another shot, this time a standing dropkick, knocking Corey through the middle rope and to the floor. Jay stands and begins clapping, readying himself to fly. The crowd claps along, roaring and Corey is getting to his feet.. Price off the ropes, through the rope to the outside and a suicide dive to Corey Black! This pushes Corey into the barricade hard!
Jonny Fly: Jay Price with a big move! He took the chance and it hit! Can he follow up?
Instead of keeping on Corey, Jay begins shaking the barricade. Violently. It separates from the others, and now Jay Price is holding a piece of guard rail above his head. The crowd gasps as the steel is dropped onto Corey Black's body. Jay laughs, picks the railing up and heaves it into the ring, then rolls Corey in looking to do more damage. Jay himself slides in, then props the railing in a corner at an angle, like he would a table. Jay pulls Corey to his feet and places his head between his legs.
Jonny Fly: Price is looking to powerbomb Black into the steel guard rail!
Indeed he is, Jay lifts Corey up and goes to throw him but Corey hits a hammer-like elbow shot to the top of Jay's head, causing Corey to fall to his feet in front of Jay. Corey wraps him up and looks for a belly-to-belly which is blocked, spun, and that suplex is blocked! Jay breaks grip and ROLLING ELBOW! Price hits Black with it! This turns Corey around and Jay grabs him - RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX INTO THE GUARD RAIL IN THE CORNER!
Jonny Fly: Jesus Christ! Ol' Corey got destroyed on that one.
Price pulls Corey off the railing which just bent, and didn't bend much, into a pinfall!
NO- Corey kicks out of that.
Jonny Fly: Only women wouldn't kick out of that. Vikings laugh it off.
Jay Price learns his lesson and gets right on the attack, locking Corey Black in a Cravate! Jay leads Corey around in a circle for a few seconds before tossing him backward! Cravate Suplex! But Price holds on and rolls through. Oh my god, another one! Two rolling Cravate Suplexes! He rolls through once more and CRAVATE CUTTER! JESUS CHRIST JAY PRICE JUST JARRED THE NECK WITH THE DOWNFALL!
Jonny Fly: Wicked combo by Price! Oh man what's this now?!
He's rolling back and locking in the Dragon Sleeper! Embrace Your Downfall! Corey Black is trapped, nothing he can do!
Jonny Fly: Can Corey hold on here?! I bet.. I don't know, viking and all..
Corey is fading! Jay locks it in tighter and demands the ref check on Corey. He lifts the arm! It drops.
He lifts it again.
It drops again.
Jonny Fly: He's out, man. I know Corey. He's done.
The arm is lifted one last time.
And it falls.
Jay Price has done it.
NO! NO HE HASN'T! In the most cliche false finish in wrestling, Corey's arm stops milometers from where the ref would call this match! Corey's fighting, re-surging.. AND JAY PRICE CUTS HIM THE FUCK OFF WITH TORTURE'S DEVICE! Jay just hit the Cross Rhodes, Roll the Dice, call it what you want but it's Torture's finishing move!
Jonny Fly: I am at a serious loss for words right now.
Price pins cockily, he knows he's keeping his title.
KICKOUT BY COREY BLACK.
Jonny Fly: What the?
The crowd, and even more so Jay Price is stunned. Absolutely cannot believe it. Jay retrieves the kendo stick, and just goes to town. Over and over, relentlessly hitting Corey Black wherever the wood may strike. Torso, legs, arms, everything is getting ambushed. Jay finally drops the stick and smiles before picking Corey's almost lifeless body up off the mat, looking to end this onslaught once and for all. Jay hoists Corey Black onto his shoulders, in the iconic position.
Jonny Fly: No way, Jay Price has Corey clutched in the Burning Hammer!
Price laughs as he parades Corey Black around the ring like a trophy, giving everyone in the arena a look at his handy work. After a lap around the ring, Jay Price walks to the middle and plants Corey's head directly in the mat. Corey's body slumps to his stomach, landing full force on his head and then just rolling a bit over. Jay turns Corey's body over so his shoulders are down on the mat.
Jonny Fly: Dude, that was scary.
Jonny Fly: WHAT IN THE HELL?! I don't know what it is, but Jay Price turns up the heat at XIII. Or he gets lucky. I think he's lucky.
Nobody thought that would happen at all! Remarkable. Jay doesn't really know what to do, so he drags Corey to a corner and waits for him to stand. Looks like he's going to crush him with a big blow from across the ring. Jay waits and waits, the right time is near.. Jay Price comes running out of his corner like a rocket! Running right into the buckles because Corey moved! Price hits hard but recovers quickly. Corey is still pretty slow to move. Price grabs Corey's hair and eats a spinning kick to the head! Corey leaps and spun, catching Jay flush! This only knocks Jay forward a bit, but gives Corey a little time to breathe and assess the situation. And he finds the chair. BLAM one big shot to the back of the head as Price was bent over!
Jonny Fly: Holy shit I think Corey knocked his head off!
Jay lands face first on the mat in a heap. Corey sets the chair up, and then positions Jay so that his head is laying on the seat of said chair, head sticking through the back and onto the seat. Corey groggily climbs to the top rope, and signals to the crowd.. only to get hit in the shoulder with the kendo stick! Price has regained his composure and BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX OFF THE TOP ROPE ONTO THE OPEN CHAIR! Corey Black's body bends the chair down so that it is now flat!
Jonny Fly: He's done. D. O. N. E. Done.
Jay is slow to cover, but he does so eventually.
COREY KICKS OUT!
Jonny Fly: I do not believe that for one second!
It happened! Corey's shoulder is off the mat and this hellacious match continues. Jay, frustrated, lifts Corey up and back onto his shoulders, going for another Burning Hammer. He does the same parade, the same walk to the middle of the ring - except this time, when he throws Corey up, Corey backflips and lands on his feet! Standing Yakuza Kick! Jay is staggered! Superkick! Not down yet! Superkick! Price still isn't going down! DISCUS LARIAT TAKING PRICE OVER! FOLDED UP AND EVERYTHING! Corey Black put all he had into that lariat!
Jonny Fly: Too Japanese for me to call! I'll just say 'damn!'
Corey Black uses the ropes to stand, to the delight of the crowd. He's got momentum on his side for seemingly the first time in this match. Jay Price is up now too, he charges toward Black but Corey drops down and Jay flies over the top rope - onto the ramp. Corey with a springboard into a knee strike! He hit Jay Price flush in the side of the head! Price spins around and is locked up in a Tombstone Piledriver, but Corey sits out!
Jonny Fly: DEATH VALLEY DRIVER '02! Corey's old finish! Holy shit that hasn't come out in YEARS!
Out on the ramp there is little to no give, Price's head hits with a thud. Corey isn't done though. This surge of energy needs to be used to the fullest, and he's planning on it. Corey pulls Jay to his feet and drags him to the ropes, then to the edge of the ramp leading to the floor. In one swift move, both men are flying off the ramp and down to the floor in flips. Corey hits Your Plague, the front flip DDT sending Jay Price in a backflip spike down to the floor of the Hotel! The crowd bursts into applause as the men land hard on the floor!
Jonny Fly: These guys are going to be dead by the time this match is done!
Not surprising, Corey is the first to his feet, but it takes a bit. Jay Price is stirring on the floor, but after taking numerous shots and drops on his head, he's not all there. Corey slides Jay into the ring before looking under it again and pulling out the most dangerous and his go-to weapon of the last year...
Jonny Fly: Is that a machete?
No doubt about it, Corey Black pulls the machete out. Nobody knows how to react, but Corey slides into the ring and he's looking to kill. A wild swing misses Jay Price on the mat, but the mat itself is cut. Jay is begging Corey off, knowing full well what has happened to Adam Young when the machete appeared.
Jonny Fly: I don't even think this is legal, to be honest.. oh well, slice him up!
Jay takes refuge under the guard rail set up in the corner, but Corey tries to stab through the openings to no avail. Smartly Jay pops up in the corner and uses the guard rail to keep Corey back a full 6 feet away. Corey grabs the other end of the railing and pushes it into Jay's stomach and then slams it on the mat into the cut, trapping the leg of the rail in the padding! It's pressed against the mid-section of Jay Price!
Jonny Fly: He's trapped!
Corey walks up the railing and into striking distance of Jay Price. Jay cannot escape, he cannot do anything. The crowd gasps as Corey lifts the machete above his head and comes down with a blow to Jay Price.
Jonny Fly: OH WHAT THE FUCK..
Jay put his hand up to protect his head. The blade caught his middle finger, which is now cut off at the second knuckle. Blood pours from the wound, the ref heaves, the crowd is in absolute shock. Jay Price brings his hand to his chest and attempts to stop the bleeding, but it still drips out. As soon as the ref can move, he rushes over and begins furiously taping up Jay's now mostly missing finger. The ref makes Corey step back, moves the barricade, and grabs the machete after helping Price with the tape.
Jonny Fly: I guess the ref isn't going to allow the machete, thank god because I don't want to see a homicide tonight, but this match is going to continue? Jay just nodded his approval!
Jay cracks a sick smile and flips Corey off with the now missing finger, and Corey snaps. Straight elbow to the head, then another. Jay falls from the impact, and Corey locks him up in position.
Jonny Fly: FOR VICTORY OR DEATH!
Corey Black is raining blows down upon poor Jay Price, one after another. Soon Jay begins fading and as soon as he's almost totally gone - the lights go out. Shuffling is heard.
Jonny Fly: What is this now..?
The lights are back on and OBLIVION stands tall in the ring, holding Corey Black over his head in a powerbomb! Oblivion runs toward the ramp and throws Corey over the ropes! Corey flies feet upon feet and lands in a massive thud on the rampway leading from the stage to the ring!
Jonny Fly: Oblivion has arrived! Many thought he'd be getting this shot at XIII, one more time with Corey, and I guess he is taking it!
Oblivion exits the ring and walks over to Corey Black, who can't believe who stands before him. Corey is picked up almost with one hand and slam dunked onto the ramp again with a brutal chokeslam without losing his grip. Oblivion drags Corey along the ramp and slides him into the ring, where he checks on Jay Price. Jay points to the top rope, and Oblivion nods. Both men climb opposite buckles facing the crowd.
Jonny Fly: No way..
Oblivion and Jay Price both come off with Moonsaults! They land perfectly on Corey Black's torso and lower body! Just crushing the man! No DQ means this can happen, and Jay Price stays on with the pin. Academic.
Corey didn't kick out.
The ref is gone.
TORTURE PULLED THE REF OUT OF THE RING! TORTURE IS HERE!
Jonny Fly: Business. Picking up!
Torture slides in and tackles Oblivion out of the ring and to the ramp! Fists are flying! The ref is now back in the ring, he sees the carnage but can only shrug. Jay Price picks Corey up off the mat and bounces off the ropes looking to take Corey's head off with a rolling elbow! DUCKED! ROLLING ELBOW TO THE BACK OF JAY PRICE'S HEAD! Price bounces off the ropes and into BURNING HAMMER! No! Jay finds a way out and lands behind Corey - rollup! Jay with a rollup!
NO Corey rolls through and gets Price into position for - BURNING HAMMER ONTO THE GUARD RAIL LAYING IN THE RING! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!
Jonny Fly: Mother of God!
Corey is really slow into the cover, but he's got it! The crowd chants along with it!
TORTURE JUST FLEW OVER THE TOP ROPE AND LANDED ON COREY BLACK BREAKING THE PIN! Oblivion had tossed Torture back in to break it up!
Jonny Fly: Un-fucking-believable!
Torture is apologizing to Corey, obviously he couldn't help being thrown. CD and Torture stand face to face in the ring, talking shit and saying sorry respectively. Oblivion comes in and goes to hit them both, they both duck. Corey takes Torture by the head and rams him into Oblivion, spilling them both to the floor! Jay Price is sort of stirring, after taking the Burning Hammer, almost to a sitting position - but Corey just fucking obliterates him with a shuffle superkick! Jay hits the guard rail again, rolls to his side - Corey rolls him completely over so that Jay's face is on a metal bar in the railing and begins to drop HEAVY elbow strikes to the back of Jay's head!
Jonny Fly: It's almost American History X in the ring! Fuck!
Seven or eight elbows later Jay Price hasn't tapped or passed out, Corey rips Jay off the rail in a most vicious way, Price can barely stand and Corey bounces off the ropes -
Jonny Fly: FUCK -
- LARIAT. UNBELIEVABLE SPEED AND VELOCITY! JAY PRICE FOLDS AGAIN AND CRUMBLES TO HIS SIDE! Corey Black rolls him over. It's done.
Jonny Fly: The damnest match I have seen in a long time, God. Corey Black wins the XIII Championship Match - what's this?
Torture is back in the ring with the belt, he goes to hand it to Corey.
ANOTHER FUCKING LARIAT!
Corey Black just ripped Torture's head off his body like it was a pinata!
Jonny Fly: Goddamn! Whoa!
Torture hits the mat and is knocked out. He wasn't prepared for that shot whatsoever. Corey Black, bleeding from his head from a cut that happened earlier in the match, calls for a microphone and bends down looking Torture right in his face.
Look at this Torture, you ungrateful fuck. I just put life and limb on the line for this crowd, this crowd that isn't even full of my fans like it normally is. I did it because WCF is our home. OUR HOME, TORTURE! You neglect your home because you're a fucking big shot in Los Angeles! This is why I wanted to fight you, this crowd is what I fight for. I fight because they have been with us for over a decade now, following our careers.
Jay and I just put it all on the line ahead of One because we are competitors, Tort. Our time isn't up like yours is. You ran away from the business with your tail between your legs and only came back because you wanted the Hall of Fame nod. Well fuck you, even if you are finally put in, you will NEVER be as good as I am. I'll prove it once and for all at One next week. I'll show the world that the unbeatable can be beaten, and the best WCF has ever seen will be the man to do it. I have always been, and always be the better man. You got by because you're crafty, you exploit the weakness of your opponent and frustrate them. How do you exploit a man that has no flaws, eh? You haven't seen this Corey Black before, my old friend. You've never had to deal with this elbow, or the Burning Hammer, or even the lariat that just knocked your lights out. You're unprepared, you're not ready for this, and I have been waiting an ENTIRE YEAR for this show.
What were you doing this year, champ? Playing executive at CoolWear? Fucking grand, I was wrestling week in and week out, continuing my already fucking insane career over in New York City. Winning more Championships than I can even count. Did you know I won Tag-Team gold with Rick Mad? And Jonny Fly, our announcer for tonight and World Champion? DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHO JONNY FLY IS, TORTURE?! You're disconnected from the entire company, and yet you show up to give yourself a gigantic blow job and take 'what you deserve' in the Hall of Fame spot. You're not worth it, man. I'm sad to say we were a team. I'm sad to say we went to War together and we were a Tripod. You're scum Jax, and after December 22nd, you'll finally believe it. When you wake up in the hospital and ask the nurse what happened, she replies that Corey Black elbowed your skull until it caved in, you'll finally be able to look me in the eye and tell me I am - and always was - better than you.
See you at One, buddy. It's gonna be a blast - for me, anyway.
Corey drops the microphone on Torture's chest, the ref hands him the XIII Title and Corey holds it above his head as the crowd cheers. Oblivion is helping Jay Price to the backstage area, obviously to get his head and hand checked out.
Jonny Fly: Well, damn. Thanks for joining us for this surprise edition of XIII. For our host me, our ring announcer me and me, I'm Jonny Fly. We'll see you at the Awards show.
XIII comes to a close with Corey Black still standing over Torture while the smaller crowd chants his name and he holds the XIII Championship high. Fade.