Post by Corey Black on Feb 29, 2020 13:09:22 GMT -5
It's a cold and windy afternoon in Minneapolis, Minnesota. A man walks among the skyscrapers and shops with a black hooded sweatshirt over his head, beard coming out of the opening. A sneering smile upon his face. He marches into a tall building and is allowed in by a doorman. A wall to the left opens revealing a hidden elevator, he steps in and enters a code on the floor buttons. The elevator rises.. it rises.. and finally it stops. Top floor, the man steps out and to a locked door. He opens it revealing a lavish apartment with floor to ceiling windows overlooking the entire town.
Corey Black, the King of All Wrestlers, drops his hoodie onto a chair after taking it off. He grabs a handheld camera, setting it on his knee as he sits down. The camera pointed at his face as he looks around his apartment.
"I'm here in Alpha Pro for one reason and one reason only.. to make an example out of this tag division.
My partner, Frank, already showed you that he can come in and rule your main event scene with ease. Of course he can, he's a wily veteran of the game. I wouldn't want anyone else at my side.
Be me.. The King of All Wrestlers, I'm a whole different animal. I'm not the money hungry type. I'm not the fame and fortune kind. When I step out from the backstage area, I want to fight. I feed off competition and pushing myself to be the very best this business has to offer. I fought from the bottom to the top in record time and I've never left.
So when the APW Tag Team Title Tournament was announced, I sent a text to Frank. I said 'where we're at now, we're too fuckin' good. We're the faces of two different divisions, we're dominate as men and we're unstoppable as a team. Let's do it.'
With names that have reverberated throughout this company for years, I knew we'd draw a hard line to the top. That's what it's all about, being the best means beating the best.
Except.. when you draw a couple of meathead nobodies like the Partnership of Pain. Giovanni “Big Nasty” Salbrini, a street thug given a fortune to mysteriously show up as a friend of Voshon Jackson. A man that feeds drugs to the ritzy and grime alike. A real 'go getter' as they say.
Look, dudes, we know how this is going to end. Let's bypass the formalities. You don't know me, I don't care to know you. It's my first match in this company, a company I have bagged on for the last few months, sorry by the way. But you two are just the epitome of 'who' going against 'Gods.'
It isn't even fair, really. A couple of Brazilian coke peddlers rise the ranks of the underworld and have to set their sights on pro wrestling because this is legal assault. Ain't nobody gonna get arrested if you powerbomb a fool onto the guard rail. The difference is - we all feel like that. Ya ain't gonna be pushing Corey fuckin' Black around, no matter how high rise your apartment is or what the thread count of your sheets are. I got to there I am through this business, I didn't need any shady shit to get ahead in life. You're not hard enough to go toe to toe with the Man Made Gods, bring every assault rifle you've ever held, drop a grenade in our locker room, you'll need some kind of killing device to get the job done.
I'm a real fighter. I will elbow your teeth through your skull for the fuckin' fun of it. I don't care how big you think you are, in the ring, nobody is bigger than I am. Nobody can stand up to the King and live to tell the tale. I've been doing this shit for twenty years, I've just had the best year of my career, and I'm looking to add more corpses to the long laundry list.
It isn't because of who you are, I don't care. I really don't. You do you, your decisions will catch up with you at some point. Be it law enforcement, a bad deal, your time is gonna come, boys. As it stands, the APW Tag Titles are as far out of your reach as the middle of your backs, you gorilla looking fucks. I've seen a thousand men better than you fall by the foot of Frank and the Hammer of Black. Whatever confidence you bring into this will be brained faster than the product you sell Charlie Sheen.
I'm the shit they secretly laced with fentanyl, one hit and you're fucking done, bro. Put FPV on my side and there's nobody here, there nor anywhere that'll stop us. MMA, wrestling, machine guns, tanks, moons, give us all ya fuckin' got because we're gonna run this gauntlet and smile the whole way.
That's just who we are.
The very fuckin' best."
Corey shuts off the recording and places the camera on the table beside him. Corey stands and walks to one of he giant windows, he peers out across the landscape. Buildings, people, arenas. It all is below his feet. He stands as a GOD.
Corey Black, the King of All Wrestlers, drops his hoodie onto a chair after taking it off. He grabs a handheld camera, setting it on his knee as he sits down. The camera pointed at his face as he looks around his apartment.
"I'm here in Alpha Pro for one reason and one reason only.. to make an example out of this tag division.
My partner, Frank, already showed you that he can come in and rule your main event scene with ease. Of course he can, he's a wily veteran of the game. I wouldn't want anyone else at my side.
Be me.. The King of All Wrestlers, I'm a whole different animal. I'm not the money hungry type. I'm not the fame and fortune kind. When I step out from the backstage area, I want to fight. I feed off competition and pushing myself to be the very best this business has to offer. I fought from the bottom to the top in record time and I've never left.
So when the APW Tag Team Title Tournament was announced, I sent a text to Frank. I said 'where we're at now, we're too fuckin' good. We're the faces of two different divisions, we're dominate as men and we're unstoppable as a team. Let's do it.'
With names that have reverberated throughout this company for years, I knew we'd draw a hard line to the top. That's what it's all about, being the best means beating the best.
Except.. when you draw a couple of meathead nobodies like the Partnership of Pain. Giovanni “Big Nasty” Salbrini, a street thug given a fortune to mysteriously show up as a friend of Voshon Jackson. A man that feeds drugs to the ritzy and grime alike. A real 'go getter' as they say.
Look, dudes, we know how this is going to end. Let's bypass the formalities. You don't know me, I don't care to know you. It's my first match in this company, a company I have bagged on for the last few months, sorry by the way. But you two are just the epitome of 'who' going against 'Gods.'
It isn't even fair, really. A couple of Brazilian coke peddlers rise the ranks of the underworld and have to set their sights on pro wrestling because this is legal assault. Ain't nobody gonna get arrested if you powerbomb a fool onto the guard rail. The difference is - we all feel like that. Ya ain't gonna be pushing Corey fuckin' Black around, no matter how high rise your apartment is or what the thread count of your sheets are. I got to there I am through this business, I didn't need any shady shit to get ahead in life. You're not hard enough to go toe to toe with the Man Made Gods, bring every assault rifle you've ever held, drop a grenade in our locker room, you'll need some kind of killing device to get the job done.
I'm a real fighter. I will elbow your teeth through your skull for the fuckin' fun of it. I don't care how big you think you are, in the ring, nobody is bigger than I am. Nobody can stand up to the King and live to tell the tale. I've been doing this shit for twenty years, I've just had the best year of my career, and I'm looking to add more corpses to the long laundry list.
It isn't because of who you are, I don't care. I really don't. You do you, your decisions will catch up with you at some point. Be it law enforcement, a bad deal, your time is gonna come, boys. As it stands, the APW Tag Titles are as far out of your reach as the middle of your backs, you gorilla looking fucks. I've seen a thousand men better than you fall by the foot of Frank and the Hammer of Black. Whatever confidence you bring into this will be brained faster than the product you sell Charlie Sheen.
I'm the shit they secretly laced with fentanyl, one hit and you're fucking done, bro. Put FPV on my side and there's nobody here, there nor anywhere that'll stop us. MMA, wrestling, machine guns, tanks, moons, give us all ya fuckin' got because we're gonna run this gauntlet and smile the whole way.
That's just who we are.
The very fuckin' best."
Corey shuts off the recording and places the camera on the table beside him. Corey stands and walks to one of he giant windows, he peers out across the landscape. Buildings, people, arenas. It all is below his feet. He stands as a GOD.
