Post by ππ’π₯ππ¬ πππππ on Jan 4, 2020 10:28:04 GMT -5
Snow falls on Minneapolis, causing the already cold temperatures to drop even more. Windows begin to form layers of frost on them, as can be perfectly seen in Corey Black's top floor apartment, the floor to ceiling windows look like they were kissed by Mr. Freeze. Corey sits alone, looking up at his television which has seemingly just played something on the Action Wrestling Youtube page, as it says the next video is the Talent Enhancers.
Corey sits back in his couch and exhales. The Action Wrestling Hardcore Championship sits beside him on an end table.
"I should have known using such verbiage would cause an outrage. There's just some people in the world you don't insult, and sick kids are a prime group of them. But it's not because of my insensitivity, it's that they're in a better position in life than this clown Wayne Austin, it's a slap in their face to put someone in such dire straights in their class. Their outlook going forward is more bright than his, as he's walking into a Hardcore Match with the man that used to leap into barbed wire for fun, whoop whoop, fuck this shit. No amount of medication or surgery will prolong his life, it ends with one shot of the elbow.
It's clear Wayne doesn't have a clue what he is getting himself into. He doesn't know a goddamn thing about me. He doesn't know a thing about anyone, really, when you go back and watch his clips it's just a bunch of shouting, a bunch of beer and a faux tough guy attitude. So tough, lost toΒ Allison Riggs-Preston. Lost in the TV Title Gauntlet. Lost toΒ Jacqui M. And then won by countout due to boredom. You hang your hat on beating Odin Balfore because that's the only positive thing that's happened to you, likely in your entire life. Flop has had your number since day one, ya can't pin anyone to save your life and man, how awkward is it going to be when you realize Hardcore matches can't end in countout? Big yikes coming your way, homie.Β
I'm surprised you aren't throwing a fit because you couldn't beat those women, looking like it's one of the only things your good at. Beating women, drinking beer and pretending to be something you've clearly not proven yourself to be. All I see when I watch you is a guy that takes shit for face value. You're bigger than me, so clearly you're going to whoop my ass, right? I have an eye cover, someone call Captain Jack Sparrow, one of his crew has left the Black Pearl. Random vulgar third grade insult. This isn't a fucking playground. I'm not here to climb a jungle gym and have a good time. I'm here to continue doing what I have done for the last GENERATION. Put dudes out, win titles and fight. It's all I know. Pro wrestling is my life, this Hardcore Title is the shining monument to my success in this place. You've got a worse record than the Cincinnati Bengals and there's no first round draft pick that can save you.
Open one of those history books I'm looking to sell you and realize it's not some cute bullshit. I don't puff my chest out and call myself just anything, Hot Shot. When you've been at the top as long as I have, there's nothing else to be called than King. You can look up at me from your beer castle built on sorrow and depression, I'm the guy sitting in an actual real life castle looking down at you and scoffing at you, fucking peasant. You're not even fit to shine my shoe or cook my mean, you're the guy out in the field shoveling sheep shit and smiling at the tin coin you get as payment for your mindless nonsense.Β
I truly hope all your dreams come true, Wayne. After I shove my foot through your chest like Mortal fucking Kombat, I hope Roy Speede comes to your hospital bed and beings you all the toy Action Wrestling belts he can carry. Maybe I'll sign my action figure for you so you can keep it as a memento, you'll always remember the time Corey Black graced you with his presence inside a pro wrestling ring.
You're lucky to even get that.
See ya on CBS in Orlando, Wayne. I'll be the guy with your blood all over me at the end of the night."
Corey sits back in his couch and exhales. The Action Wrestling Hardcore Championship sits beside him on an end table.
"I should have known using such verbiage would cause an outrage. There's just some people in the world you don't insult, and sick kids are a prime group of them. But it's not because of my insensitivity, it's that they're in a better position in life than this clown Wayne Austin, it's a slap in their face to put someone in such dire straights in their class. Their outlook going forward is more bright than his, as he's walking into a Hardcore Match with the man that used to leap into barbed wire for fun, whoop whoop, fuck this shit. No amount of medication or surgery will prolong his life, it ends with one shot of the elbow.
It's clear Wayne doesn't have a clue what he is getting himself into. He doesn't know a goddamn thing about me. He doesn't know a thing about anyone, really, when you go back and watch his clips it's just a bunch of shouting, a bunch of beer and a faux tough guy attitude. So tough, lost toΒ Allison Riggs-Preston. Lost in the TV Title Gauntlet. Lost toΒ Jacqui M. And then won by countout due to boredom. You hang your hat on beating Odin Balfore because that's the only positive thing that's happened to you, likely in your entire life. Flop has had your number since day one, ya can't pin anyone to save your life and man, how awkward is it going to be when you realize Hardcore matches can't end in countout? Big yikes coming your way, homie.Β
I'm surprised you aren't throwing a fit because you couldn't beat those women, looking like it's one of the only things your good at. Beating women, drinking beer and pretending to be something you've clearly not proven yourself to be. All I see when I watch you is a guy that takes shit for face value. You're bigger than me, so clearly you're going to whoop my ass, right? I have an eye cover, someone call Captain Jack Sparrow, one of his crew has left the Black Pearl. Random vulgar third grade insult. This isn't a fucking playground. I'm not here to climb a jungle gym and have a good time. I'm here to continue doing what I have done for the last GENERATION. Put dudes out, win titles and fight. It's all I know. Pro wrestling is my life, this Hardcore Title is the shining monument to my success in this place. You've got a worse record than the Cincinnati Bengals and there's no first round draft pick that can save you.
Open one of those history books I'm looking to sell you and realize it's not some cute bullshit. I don't puff my chest out and call myself just anything, Hot Shot. When you've been at the top as long as I have, there's nothing else to be called than King. You can look up at me from your beer castle built on sorrow and depression, I'm the guy sitting in an actual real life castle looking down at you and scoffing at you, fucking peasant. You're not even fit to shine my shoe or cook my mean, you're the guy out in the field shoveling sheep shit and smiling at the tin coin you get as payment for your mindless nonsense.Β
I truly hope all your dreams come true, Wayne. After I shove my foot through your chest like Mortal fucking Kombat, I hope Roy Speede comes to your hospital bed and beings you all the toy Action Wrestling belts he can carry. Maybe I'll sign my action figure for you so you can keep it as a memento, you'll always remember the time Corey Black graced you with his presence inside a pro wrestling ring.
You're lucky to even get that.
See ya on CBS in Orlando, Wayne. I'll be the guy with your blood all over me at the end of the night."