You Can't Kill Me - But I CAN Kill You
Jan 23, 2020 19:31:16 GMT -5
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Post by 𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗘𝗬 𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗞 on Jan 23, 2020 19:31:16 GMT -5
Corey Black appears, standing in front of a wooden coffin.
"Imagine being an up and coming star in Action Wrestling, the place that could potentially take you years to get into and even longer to climb the rungs of. The premier wrestling company on the planet. You're at the bottom of the ladder but you've made waves, you've caught the attention of management and wrestlers alike. Heinous means but that's the business, isn't it? Crushing two men without mercy, a vile display against Malachai White, unprovoked attack on Thomas Snow, some poor schmuck of a cameraman named Pete and the worst of all; choking out Zooey Deschanel. This has put James Nightingale in the spotlight he so craves.
But it has also got him into a match with me.
And I'm pretty sure we all know how that's about to go.
James, can I call you James? I don't care, I'll call you whatever I want after destroying you at Revolution but for now we'll stick with James. Why do you do it? Why are you out here running your mouth with the vocabulary of a teenage boy and the body type of a teenage girl? Because you're James fuckin' Nightingale, right? The mental patient without a cause, the former star performer who left the ring to pursue a career outside the confines of the holy ropes. A career which would provide for your family and not destroy your body. Something you could do to keep the heat on instead of breaking your bones. I get it, this isn't for everybody. It was at that job, the medical profession, where you went from family man to crazy man, wasn't it?
You couldn't bare to see the weak helped. Slowly but surely Nightingale became a reality, long gone was the Top Prospect in England, left in the shell of the man is what we know today as James Nightingale. A guy that gets off attacking people that can't defend themselves. The Angel of Death. Striking fear into whomever comes across his cold gaze. Except the guy that has lived three of your lifetimes. Me.
I LOVE that you only see the surface level of who I am. You know complete dick about the King. I get a kick out of watching you squirm and rack your feeble brain trying to come up with the best insults only to have actual word vomit spew from you lips as if it was fed to you by Tommy Wiseau himself. I've been Hardcore Champion since August. Between then and now, I've defended that belt more times than you have ever seen championship gold in person, bud. When I show up on Clash, it's a fucking event. I'm the 2019 Action Wrestling Employee of the Year, not some dork with half a haircut wearing jeans from Baby Gap.
That undeserving, vanilla competition I destroy also includes the likes of Teo Blaze and Kyle Kemp, lest I give you a lesson in the company you work for, but those two guys have reached heights you could only fucking dream about. They fell at my feet. As will you, European Me. I will show you exactly what you wish you could be. Hardcore specialist, please. You got this match as a PUNISHMENT. I have run my own show for nearly fourteen years now, every time I show the entire world what wrestling SHOULD be. Dangerous, hard hitting, high flying and bloody as the day you were born. A man was killed at XIII once, an event you hardly belonged on. I suggest you do your homework before your mouth gets you the same treatment.
See James, it was I who brought ultraviolence upon this world's stage. Long was it this underground novelty, a place where guys that don't know a chicken wing from a buffalo wing would hurl their obese bodies into barbed wire for fifteen fans. When Creeping Death, that's me and you're also stealing my gimmick but we'll get there soon enough, debuted on WCF television the wrestling world you now know forever changed. I do it all, combined Japanese strong style, Canadian technical, Mexican lucha and downright barbaric extreme violence to conquer every foe that has ever stood before me. You'll get dudes coming right out of wrestling school claiming they did this and that, I spent YEARS honing my craft. Actual decades to get to where I am today, no dinosaur taking the spot from a guy that was just signed, I'm the TYRANNOSAURUS that stands as the TOP OF THE FOOD CHAIN. I'm the man that strikes fear into the hearts of those that are across the ring from me, I am everything you say you are and a metric ton more. My wake is littered with titanic bodies, names I'd mention but you'd scoff because you don't know shit.
I've been the guy proving I'm the best. Head far away from anyone's ass, walking out there and destroying not the weak, but the UNRIGHTEOUS. I don't fuck with people that couldn't fuck back. Cameramen, actors, rookies. You know damn well you can't get it done in the main event scene anywhere you are so you beat up people you know can't fight.
Twenty years, non-stop, I've taken down the best this sport has ever had to offer.
You fucked off, went to treat the sniffles and caught a case of the psychopath.
Remind me again which one of us is undeserving of this spotlight?
I've never in my life got preferential treatment. My skills are all I need to be the best, James. A lesson you'll soon learn and I hope you will never forget. You can shout it from the mountain tops, tell the entire world how hardcore and crazy you are, everything you've done in Action Wrestling will always be louder and it says you're a punk ass bitch. It'll take a lot more than you to kill me."
Corey steps into the coffin and closes the lid.
"Imagine being an up and coming star in Action Wrestling, the place that could potentially take you years to get into and even longer to climb the rungs of. The premier wrestling company on the planet. You're at the bottom of the ladder but you've made waves, you've caught the attention of management and wrestlers alike. Heinous means but that's the business, isn't it? Crushing two men without mercy, a vile display against Malachai White, unprovoked attack on Thomas Snow, some poor schmuck of a cameraman named Pete and the worst of all; choking out Zooey Deschanel. This has put James Nightingale in the spotlight he so craves.
But it has also got him into a match with me.
And I'm pretty sure we all know how that's about to go.
James, can I call you James? I don't care, I'll call you whatever I want after destroying you at Revolution but for now we'll stick with James. Why do you do it? Why are you out here running your mouth with the vocabulary of a teenage boy and the body type of a teenage girl? Because you're James fuckin' Nightingale, right? The mental patient without a cause, the former star performer who left the ring to pursue a career outside the confines of the holy ropes. A career which would provide for your family and not destroy your body. Something you could do to keep the heat on instead of breaking your bones. I get it, this isn't for everybody. It was at that job, the medical profession, where you went from family man to crazy man, wasn't it?
You couldn't bare to see the weak helped. Slowly but surely Nightingale became a reality, long gone was the Top Prospect in England, left in the shell of the man is what we know today as James Nightingale. A guy that gets off attacking people that can't defend themselves. The Angel of Death. Striking fear into whomever comes across his cold gaze. Except the guy that has lived three of your lifetimes. Me.
I LOVE that you only see the surface level of who I am. You know complete dick about the King. I get a kick out of watching you squirm and rack your feeble brain trying to come up with the best insults only to have actual word vomit spew from you lips as if it was fed to you by Tommy Wiseau himself. I've been Hardcore Champion since August. Between then and now, I've defended that belt more times than you have ever seen championship gold in person, bud. When I show up on Clash, it's a fucking event. I'm the 2019 Action Wrestling Employee of the Year, not some dork with half a haircut wearing jeans from Baby Gap.
That undeserving, vanilla competition I destroy also includes the likes of Teo Blaze and Kyle Kemp, lest I give you a lesson in the company you work for, but those two guys have reached heights you could only fucking dream about. They fell at my feet. As will you, European Me. I will show you exactly what you wish you could be. Hardcore specialist, please. You got this match as a PUNISHMENT. I have run my own show for nearly fourteen years now, every time I show the entire world what wrestling SHOULD be. Dangerous, hard hitting, high flying and bloody as the day you were born. A man was killed at XIII once, an event you hardly belonged on. I suggest you do your homework before your mouth gets you the same treatment.
See James, it was I who brought ultraviolence upon this world's stage. Long was it this underground novelty, a place where guys that don't know a chicken wing from a buffalo wing would hurl their obese bodies into barbed wire for fifteen fans. When Creeping Death, that's me and you're also stealing my gimmick but we'll get there soon enough, debuted on WCF television the wrestling world you now know forever changed. I do it all, combined Japanese strong style, Canadian technical, Mexican lucha and downright barbaric extreme violence to conquer every foe that has ever stood before me. You'll get dudes coming right out of wrestling school claiming they did this and that, I spent YEARS honing my craft. Actual decades to get to where I am today, no dinosaur taking the spot from a guy that was just signed, I'm the TYRANNOSAURUS that stands as the TOP OF THE FOOD CHAIN. I'm the man that strikes fear into the hearts of those that are across the ring from me, I am everything you say you are and a metric ton more. My wake is littered with titanic bodies, names I'd mention but you'd scoff because you don't know shit.
I've been the guy proving I'm the best. Head far away from anyone's ass, walking out there and destroying not the weak, but the UNRIGHTEOUS. I don't fuck with people that couldn't fuck back. Cameramen, actors, rookies. You know damn well you can't get it done in the main event scene anywhere you are so you beat up people you know can't fight.
Twenty years, non-stop, I've taken down the best this sport has ever had to offer.
You fucked off, went to treat the sniffles and caught a case of the psychopath.
Remind me again which one of us is undeserving of this spotlight?
I've never in my life got preferential treatment. My skills are all I need to be the best, James. A lesson you'll soon learn and I hope you will never forget. You can shout it from the mountain tops, tell the entire world how hardcore and crazy you are, everything you've done in Action Wrestling will always be louder and it says you're a punk ass bitch. It'll take a lot more than you to kill me."
Corey steps into the coffin and closes the lid.