Post by 𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗘𝗬 𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗞 on Jan 25, 2020 14:12:26 GMT -5
That coffin Corey Black has been standing beside the last two times he has spoke on the matter of the Hardcore Title now lays in front of him, reduced to smoldering charred wood.
"I'll burn this place down before I lose the Hardcore Title. Zombie, nothing you can do will ever make me regret doing anything, let alone being the best you've ever fucking seen. It's been my time since 2002, as demonstrated when I retired from WCF and the whole world bowed at my feet. I knew where I was needed, the ring wasn't it. That's what makes me shine brighter than you ever could; you're stuck nose deep in whatever narcotic comes around, I'm behind the scenes making sure shit is halfway working as it should. I care about pro wrestling on a deeper level. I care about COMPETITION more than you need your next bump. This Hardcore Title has been on my waist for one hundred and fifty nine days. The longest reign currently in the company, no sign of stopping until I get to SEVENTY THREE HUNDRED. I'm not losing this thing for another twenty years, ZMAC, a brainless glorified mid-carder ain't gonna be the guy. There isn't any volcanoes around DC, your second best shot won't ever be enough to take my title. Pack it up and head back to the minor league where you belong. I've elevated this belt to the goddamn stratosphere, a once dormant glorified ornament now stands as one of the cornerstones of the company. You just aren't Action Wrestling Hardcore Title material.
And neither are you, Nightingale. See, when I say you're European Me, I mean you and I have had similar paths to where we are. I know you're not some nobody out of school, you were one of the brightest before you hung them up. Then upon you return, your sadistic side showed - something I'm very much familiar with in Creeping Death. You're not a rookie but you are a fucking putz. Here's a quick one, I know you better than you know yourself. And you ABSOLUTELY better figure out who I am before you step into that ring with me. I've done things to people that would make you cringe, Nightingale. Stuff you have nightmares about. After Revolution I'll make you want to check under your bed and be sure I'm not there waiting for you to turn the lights off and scramble your brains once again. I'll make your life look like a live action version of Bambi before you step into the SAW FRANCHISE of my Hardcore Division.
It's your attitude about shit that makes you seem like a noob. 'Ah Corey ya body is so old lol' get fucked, I'm about to kick your head off your shoulders and the best you can do is tell me how wise you are. A wise man wouldn't come at the KING of ALL WRESTLERS with empty threats of violence, you'd cower in absolute fear and hope I worked over Zombie more than I dismantle you.
Newsflash; if you want to send a message, you don't have to torture innocent souls, stand up and do something worthy. Make a statement. Choking out Zooey and harming a cameraman isn't something to be proud of. It's not a matter of losing your conscious as much as it is a need to prey on the weak. Alpha predator right here, bucko, I'm looking to feed on ya flesh. I showed up in the Havoc Rumble and snuffed the fire of Jaice Wilds after sending wave after wave of faceless shadows after him. Frank and I tore through the tag division easier than I've been ripping this Hardcore division to shreds. I was put into the Wrestler of the Year tournament on my OWN accomplishments. Don't you dare for one fucking second give me the 'Corey Black is old and broken' bullshit, I've been shutting those people up for the last ten years. Add another to the long list, Nightingale. You see XIII? That show I booked you on? I beat Jaice Wilds and defended my title, then beat Kevin Bishop in the main event on the same night. I truly am everything you wished you were, oh wise one. I've got the recognition among the mass as THE premier name is this sport, be it hardcore, tag, singles or otherwise. You? You're a radical, out of control simpleton that was put into the match so I could destroy you. It's why I have been fed men like Johnny Stylez and Hot Shot Wayne Austin, they talk a big game but when it comes time to test their mettle against the highest caliber, it's always the same result.
I'm not overlooking you - in fact, I am looking forward to getting into the ring with you more than you could ever imagine. See, that's the thing about me, I like competition. I don't shy away from going up against the biggest or the baddest or even the craziest. When you showed up on AW TV it was clear that you and I were kindred spirits. I haven't had that feeling in a long time.
On paper we match up like a dream. Strong style, reckless abandon and a proficiency in weapon usage. I can dish it out, you can take it and vice versa. Hell you even named your elbow strike after me and you do the worst Burning Hammer in history, how cute. I've had people admire me but not straight up copy me, Nightingale. And that's where the issue lies. You're discount Corey Black and the real deal is fixin' to show you the true rolling elbow and Burning Hammer delivered from a master of the craft.
Your name is also a song you fucking dork."
Corey kicks over the smoldering coffin, causing it to collapse in on itself and walks out of the dark room, leaving this playing as he goes.
"I'll burn this place down before I lose the Hardcore Title. Zombie, nothing you can do will ever make me regret doing anything, let alone being the best you've ever fucking seen. It's been my time since 2002, as demonstrated when I retired from WCF and the whole world bowed at my feet. I knew where I was needed, the ring wasn't it. That's what makes me shine brighter than you ever could; you're stuck nose deep in whatever narcotic comes around, I'm behind the scenes making sure shit is halfway working as it should. I care about pro wrestling on a deeper level. I care about COMPETITION more than you need your next bump. This Hardcore Title has been on my waist for one hundred and fifty nine days. The longest reign currently in the company, no sign of stopping until I get to SEVENTY THREE HUNDRED. I'm not losing this thing for another twenty years, ZMAC, a brainless glorified mid-carder ain't gonna be the guy. There isn't any volcanoes around DC, your second best shot won't ever be enough to take my title. Pack it up and head back to the minor league where you belong. I've elevated this belt to the goddamn stratosphere, a once dormant glorified ornament now stands as one of the cornerstones of the company. You just aren't Action Wrestling Hardcore Title material.
And neither are you, Nightingale. See, when I say you're European Me, I mean you and I have had similar paths to where we are. I know you're not some nobody out of school, you were one of the brightest before you hung them up. Then upon you return, your sadistic side showed - something I'm very much familiar with in Creeping Death. You're not a rookie but you are a fucking putz. Here's a quick one, I know you better than you know yourself. And you ABSOLUTELY better figure out who I am before you step into that ring with me. I've done things to people that would make you cringe, Nightingale. Stuff you have nightmares about. After Revolution I'll make you want to check under your bed and be sure I'm not there waiting for you to turn the lights off and scramble your brains once again. I'll make your life look like a live action version of Bambi before you step into the SAW FRANCHISE of my Hardcore Division.
It's your attitude about shit that makes you seem like a noob. 'Ah Corey ya body is so old lol' get fucked, I'm about to kick your head off your shoulders and the best you can do is tell me how wise you are. A wise man wouldn't come at the KING of ALL WRESTLERS with empty threats of violence, you'd cower in absolute fear and hope I worked over Zombie more than I dismantle you.
Newsflash; if you want to send a message, you don't have to torture innocent souls, stand up and do something worthy. Make a statement. Choking out Zooey and harming a cameraman isn't something to be proud of. It's not a matter of losing your conscious as much as it is a need to prey on the weak. Alpha predator right here, bucko, I'm looking to feed on ya flesh. I showed up in the Havoc Rumble and snuffed the fire of Jaice Wilds after sending wave after wave of faceless shadows after him. Frank and I tore through the tag division easier than I've been ripping this Hardcore division to shreds. I was put into the Wrestler of the Year tournament on my OWN accomplishments. Don't you dare for one fucking second give me the 'Corey Black is old and broken' bullshit, I've been shutting those people up for the last ten years. Add another to the long list, Nightingale. You see XIII? That show I booked you on? I beat Jaice Wilds and defended my title, then beat Kevin Bishop in the main event on the same night. I truly am everything you wished you were, oh wise one. I've got the recognition among the mass as THE premier name is this sport, be it hardcore, tag, singles or otherwise. You? You're a radical, out of control simpleton that was put into the match so I could destroy you. It's why I have been fed men like Johnny Stylez and Hot Shot Wayne Austin, they talk a big game but when it comes time to test their mettle against the highest caliber, it's always the same result.
I'm not overlooking you - in fact, I am looking forward to getting into the ring with you more than you could ever imagine. See, that's the thing about me, I like competition. I don't shy away from going up against the biggest or the baddest or even the craziest. When you showed up on AW TV it was clear that you and I were kindred spirits. I haven't had that feeling in a long time.
On paper we match up like a dream. Strong style, reckless abandon and a proficiency in weapon usage. I can dish it out, you can take it and vice versa. Hell you even named your elbow strike after me and you do the worst Burning Hammer in history, how cute. I've had people admire me but not straight up copy me, Nightingale. And that's where the issue lies. You're discount Corey Black and the real deal is fixin' to show you the true rolling elbow and Burning Hammer delivered from a master of the craft.
Your name is also a song you fucking dork."
Corey kicks over the smoldering coffin, causing it to collapse in on itself and walks out of the dark room, leaving this playing as he goes.