Post by Corey Black on Mar 22, 2020 13:34:23 GMT -5
Minneapolis, Minnesota is a strange place these days when it comes to weather. thunderstorms and snow interchange throughout the week making it impossible to predict. At this moment snow falls onto the ground, but that doesn't stop Corey Black from walking the sidewalks among the skyscrapers. A man is outside a building., he waves to Corey and the King hustles toward him. They exhange pleasntries before shuffling into the building. Inside is three rings set up with gym equipment strewn all about. It looks like a state of the art facility. Corey's eyes widen as he looks over to the man, admiring the work on the rings. mostly black with purple ropes.
"Damn, it looks perfect. I can't thank you enough, man, it's finally time for the Burning Hammer Dojo to reopen."
"It was a pleasure to remodel, Mr. Black. You have my number if you need anything else!"
Corey bumps elbows with the man, practice social distancing, and he leaves Corey to view his new dojo. The walls are freshly painted with murals of Corey and his battles, there's shadowboxed replica belts all around, banners of PPV events, you name it, it's here. And it's all for Corey to teach the next generation. But first..
Corey runs and slides into one of the rings, springing from the top rope to the top rope of another ring and doing a full front flip before landing on his feet inside the second ring.
"Not bad for an old man, ha."
The King hits the ropes and that's when his cell phone beeps. He checks it, then rushes over to the door to allow an APW cameraman into the facility.
"Jesus it's cold here, you ready? Where should we go?"
Corey points his head to the side and just sits on the apron of the first ring. the APW cameraman points the camera and off we fuckin' go.
"A legendary tag name in the business with new members. It's something that rarely happens with success. Nine times out of ten, the pairing never lives up to what the original ever did. This time, though, it seems like the current pair is far superior to the first.
Because Frank and I are unbeatable.
Oh, did you think I was talking about the Cowgirls from Hell?
Yeah, I don't think so.
Imagine if Frank and I became friends after he saw me beat some ass and I went out to the parking lot to him spray painting my car. I'd have knocked his goddamn head off and shoved him in a ditch. That's not the kind of person you take under your wing unless you're stone cold stupid. Naturally, that's exactly what Meghan Kelser is. This woman is a mother and she's stepping into the ring with the King of All Wrestlers as if I won't make those kids orphans.
See, years ago, I would have sort of been dreading this. A woman and a man locked in combat, just wasn't my bag. As the times changes so too did my views on the subject. You're getting in there by your own volition, and while you may have caused some heads to turn where you came from - you've never seen a motherfucker quite like me.
My favorite part of coming to a place and having a short stint - where I come take a belt and smile because that's my signature move, ask UCI and their Hypermedia Championship - is that the stuck up egotistical "legends" of the place completely overlook me like I'm just some other nobody coming into the place and feeding into their grovel. That isn't how this works. See, you bend the knee to me and I may allow you to go home with your jaw not wired shut.
It's not personal by any means, it's just how you fucking are. I've seen you strut around here like your shit doesn't stink for a while now, Puffing your plastic tits out there like beating Ultimate Destroyer, Road Dawg, Spartan and Jaice fucking Wilds of all people is enough to knock that five years of ring rust off your soft, toned legs?
Girl, you've got such a reality check incoming you might need to get a new bank account to cash it.
I team with FRANK. PATRICK. VENABLE. You know, the dude that walked in here and took what he wanted? A premier athlete not struggling with identity issues and surrogate motherhood problems. A man not worried about anything other than beating whomever advances in this tournament and heading right for the Tag Team Titles. Something we're unable to do where we call home - mainly because we're destroying singles divisions.
Tag wrestling isn't my specialty but I excel at it. I'm one of the only people on the planet to have won tag gold by myself. I alone defeated two men, champions of the sport, because the opportunity arose. You're just some chick to me. Some woman that thinks you're SO much better than everyone and just because you used to be good - let's back that up, were you good? PWA Tag Titles, BWF tag Titles - one a piece. That's about it, yeah? Fuckin' wow. Your biggest accomplishment was being locked in a fucking dog cage - and that's before you even stepped foot in a ring as a competitor. You've grown up in this business, you've SEEN it all but you haven't DONE it all. A person like you doesn't walk away for five years because there was nothing else. A person like you craves the spotlight and when you didn't get it, you went off to try to become an Instagram model mom and when that tanked horribly you found some big, brute of a woman to be your backup and try to get you back into that ever glowing spotlight you have been dying for. The blue light shining off your tanned, beautiful skin and making your eyes pop."
Corey stops and shakes his head, trying to snap out of it.
"I have DONE it all. I have walked down the aisle at the biggest shows the business has ever seen, beat the biggest and baddest and won the World Championships. Seventeen years ago. You fucking hear me, Meghan? While you're locked up like an animal and your family fights for your freedom, I'm destroying three hundred pound giants and becoming the legend I am now. I didn't have a daddy to pave my way to this business, I had me, myself and I. Now I have FPV. And we're going to change the face of APW forever.
It's clear to me the drama is what draws you to the sport, it has nothing to do with the competition. Sure, you can hold your own but you revel in the stories, the outlandish bullshit you can get yourself into and turn those eyes on you more and more as you Mary Sue your way through the different companies. It all ends here. There's never been anyone to stand up to you and tell you to cut the shit, either be a wrestler or fuck off to reality TV. I value the sanctity of the ring far too much to let someone like you laud your flowing brown hair and divine thighs around my ring as if you've been gilded by the heavens. You have to earn that. Show me you belong because right now you're on borrowed time. You're lucky you've never landed on my radar.
Your name would probably be Meghan Black by now. Do ya think Thunderwolf would stop being a shadow and show his face, put the marriage on the line? Considering you're at least his number two, and frankly I'm the fuckin' ACE. I'm sure you'd love that. Probably gain at least couple hundred thousand Snapchat followers for it."
Corey laughs to himself, clearly amused.
"God, I don't want to feel this way, ya know? I hate that people have to think they're so much better than you when they didn't even know your name until yesterday. And don't even give me this shit about how fucking metal and biker chic you are. Cool, you know who Pantera and Metallica are, it only makes me like you even more. Except for that whole spotlight thing. I could leave that. I could also leave your criminal tag partner behind, but if I have to adopt her too then so be it. We could be one big happy family, two women that think way too highly of themselves and the King of All Wrestlers. I bet that gets us a show on E! - I wouldn't be on it though, I have Tag Titles to win.
Look, Max, I know how it goes. Broken home, I hated school, I went through everything you did except I had a plan for my life from the second I was put on my own. Day one it was wrestling. My dad - well my dad wasn't around, so when my mom was gone and it was just me, I didn't go around with hooligans spray painting shit and getting into trouble. I went straight to the dojo and learned how to annihilate people like you. Young punks that need some authority in their life, not a woman that is saddled to them and trying to relive what little glory she had.
You want to learn how to fight? I'll teach you. Head to Minneapolis, go to my school, I'll teach you the right way. Because believe you me, I'm going to expose every little rookie mistake you make. You think you know Chaos, as if it was your birthright? You ever had a knee driven into your skull so hard you think you're a Disney princess? That's in your future, Snow White. Lucky for you I know a guy cosplaying as all my favorite characters, maybe you could team up with him and I'll take Meghan back to my place and teach her some other moves.
Basically what I am saying here is that it's pretty unlucky for you to come in here and achieve success so fast, only to have heartbreak around the next corner. The Man Made Gods hold back for nobody. I don't care if you're seventy years old, crippled, mentally handicapped, a beautiful death metal angel or a rookie.
The only hooves we're going to be hearing after this match is the four horsemen of the apocalypse coming to take Frank and I to the finals. We'll Walk right through the Cemetery Gates, directly into the Mouth for War and achieve A New Level. You're taking 13 steps to Nowhere, traveling on a Planet Caravan to a Psycho Holiday where you'll Drag the Waters of the Flood of your Sandblasted Skin. Prepare to Live in a Hole after the Man Made Gods unveil to you our Art of Shredding. I just don't want to see a Suicide Note after we destroy your dreams. Certainly not a Part 2 either. We are Reinventing the Steel, showing Strength Beyond Strength. Meghan, Max, prepare to be Slaughtered and cast into the Throes of Rejection. But Meghan, after this is all over, you can take This Love and Use My Third Arm to Uplift yourself. Don't leave me with 5 Minutes Alone.
A VULGAR DISPLAY OF POWER."
Corey stands up from his ring and walks toward the door. He stops before he gets there, looking back at his new dojo. He smiles, ready to add another title to that wall. The scene fades to black. Metallica.
"Damn, it looks perfect. I can't thank you enough, man, it's finally time for the Burning Hammer Dojo to reopen."
"It was a pleasure to remodel, Mr. Black. You have my number if you need anything else!"
Corey bumps elbows with the man, practice social distancing, and he leaves Corey to view his new dojo. The walls are freshly painted with murals of Corey and his battles, there's shadowboxed replica belts all around, banners of PPV events, you name it, it's here. And it's all for Corey to teach the next generation. But first..
Corey runs and slides into one of the rings, springing from the top rope to the top rope of another ring and doing a full front flip before landing on his feet inside the second ring.
"Not bad for an old man, ha."
The King hits the ropes and that's when his cell phone beeps. He checks it, then rushes over to the door to allow an APW cameraman into the facility.
"Jesus it's cold here, you ready? Where should we go?"
Corey points his head to the side and just sits on the apron of the first ring. the APW cameraman points the camera and off we fuckin' go.
"A legendary tag name in the business with new members. It's something that rarely happens with success. Nine times out of ten, the pairing never lives up to what the original ever did. This time, though, it seems like the current pair is far superior to the first.
Because Frank and I are unbeatable.
Oh, did you think I was talking about the Cowgirls from Hell?
Yeah, I don't think so.
Imagine if Frank and I became friends after he saw me beat some ass and I went out to the parking lot to him spray painting my car. I'd have knocked his goddamn head off and shoved him in a ditch. That's not the kind of person you take under your wing unless you're stone cold stupid. Naturally, that's exactly what Meghan Kelser is. This woman is a mother and she's stepping into the ring with the King of All Wrestlers as if I won't make those kids orphans.
See, years ago, I would have sort of been dreading this. A woman and a man locked in combat, just wasn't my bag. As the times changes so too did my views on the subject. You're getting in there by your own volition, and while you may have caused some heads to turn where you came from - you've never seen a motherfucker quite like me.
My favorite part of coming to a place and having a short stint - where I come take a belt and smile because that's my signature move, ask UCI and their Hypermedia Championship - is that the stuck up egotistical "legends" of the place completely overlook me like I'm just some other nobody coming into the place and feeding into their grovel. That isn't how this works. See, you bend the knee to me and I may allow you to go home with your jaw not wired shut.
It's not personal by any means, it's just how you fucking are. I've seen you strut around here like your shit doesn't stink for a while now, Puffing your plastic tits out there like beating Ultimate Destroyer, Road Dawg, Spartan and Jaice fucking Wilds of all people is enough to knock that five years of ring rust off your soft, toned legs?
Girl, you've got such a reality check incoming you might need to get a new bank account to cash it.
I team with FRANK. PATRICK. VENABLE. You know, the dude that walked in here and took what he wanted? A premier athlete not struggling with identity issues and surrogate motherhood problems. A man not worried about anything other than beating whomever advances in this tournament and heading right for the Tag Team Titles. Something we're unable to do where we call home - mainly because we're destroying singles divisions.
Tag wrestling isn't my specialty but I excel at it. I'm one of the only people on the planet to have won tag gold by myself. I alone defeated two men, champions of the sport, because the opportunity arose. You're just some chick to me. Some woman that thinks you're SO much better than everyone and just because you used to be good - let's back that up, were you good? PWA Tag Titles, BWF tag Titles - one a piece. That's about it, yeah? Fuckin' wow. Your biggest accomplishment was being locked in a fucking dog cage - and that's before you even stepped foot in a ring as a competitor. You've grown up in this business, you've SEEN it all but you haven't DONE it all. A person like you doesn't walk away for five years because there was nothing else. A person like you craves the spotlight and when you didn't get it, you went off to try to become an Instagram model mom and when that tanked horribly you found some big, brute of a woman to be your backup and try to get you back into that ever glowing spotlight you have been dying for. The blue light shining off your tanned, beautiful skin and making your eyes pop."
Corey stops and shakes his head, trying to snap out of it.
"I have DONE it all. I have walked down the aisle at the biggest shows the business has ever seen, beat the biggest and baddest and won the World Championships. Seventeen years ago. You fucking hear me, Meghan? While you're locked up like an animal and your family fights for your freedom, I'm destroying three hundred pound giants and becoming the legend I am now. I didn't have a daddy to pave my way to this business, I had me, myself and I. Now I have FPV. And we're going to change the face of APW forever.
It's clear to me the drama is what draws you to the sport, it has nothing to do with the competition. Sure, you can hold your own but you revel in the stories, the outlandish bullshit you can get yourself into and turn those eyes on you more and more as you Mary Sue your way through the different companies. It all ends here. There's never been anyone to stand up to you and tell you to cut the shit, either be a wrestler or fuck off to reality TV. I value the sanctity of the ring far too much to let someone like you laud your flowing brown hair and divine thighs around my ring as if you've been gilded by the heavens. You have to earn that. Show me you belong because right now you're on borrowed time. You're lucky you've never landed on my radar.
Your name would probably be Meghan Black by now. Do ya think Thunderwolf would stop being a shadow and show his face, put the marriage on the line? Considering you're at least his number two, and frankly I'm the fuckin' ACE. I'm sure you'd love that. Probably gain at least couple hundred thousand Snapchat followers for it."
Corey laughs to himself, clearly amused.
"God, I don't want to feel this way, ya know? I hate that people have to think they're so much better than you when they didn't even know your name until yesterday. And don't even give me this shit about how fucking metal and biker chic you are. Cool, you know who Pantera and Metallica are, it only makes me like you even more. Except for that whole spotlight thing. I could leave that. I could also leave your criminal tag partner behind, but if I have to adopt her too then so be it. We could be one big happy family, two women that think way too highly of themselves and the King of All Wrestlers. I bet that gets us a show on E! - I wouldn't be on it though, I have Tag Titles to win.
Look, Max, I know how it goes. Broken home, I hated school, I went through everything you did except I had a plan for my life from the second I was put on my own. Day one it was wrestling. My dad - well my dad wasn't around, so when my mom was gone and it was just me, I didn't go around with hooligans spray painting shit and getting into trouble. I went straight to the dojo and learned how to annihilate people like you. Young punks that need some authority in their life, not a woman that is saddled to them and trying to relive what little glory she had.
You want to learn how to fight? I'll teach you. Head to Minneapolis, go to my school, I'll teach you the right way. Because believe you me, I'm going to expose every little rookie mistake you make. You think you know Chaos, as if it was your birthright? You ever had a knee driven into your skull so hard you think you're a Disney princess? That's in your future, Snow White. Lucky for you I know a guy cosplaying as all my favorite characters, maybe you could team up with him and I'll take Meghan back to my place and teach her some other moves.
Basically what I am saying here is that it's pretty unlucky for you to come in here and achieve success so fast, only to have heartbreak around the next corner. The Man Made Gods hold back for nobody. I don't care if you're seventy years old, crippled, mentally handicapped, a beautiful death metal angel or a rookie.
The only hooves we're going to be hearing after this match is the four horsemen of the apocalypse coming to take Frank and I to the finals. We'll Walk right through the Cemetery Gates, directly into the Mouth for War and achieve A New Level. You're taking 13 steps to Nowhere, traveling on a Planet Caravan to a Psycho Holiday where you'll Drag the Waters of the Flood of your Sandblasted Skin. Prepare to Live in a Hole after the Man Made Gods unveil to you our Art of Shredding. I just don't want to see a Suicide Note after we destroy your dreams. Certainly not a Part 2 either. We are Reinventing the Steel, showing Strength Beyond Strength. Meghan, Max, prepare to be Slaughtered and cast into the Throes of Rejection. But Meghan, after this is all over, you can take This Love and Use My Third Arm to Uplift yourself. Don't leave me with 5 Minutes Alone.
A VULGAR DISPLAY OF POWER."
Corey stands up from his ring and walks toward the door. He stops before he gets there, looking back at his new dojo. He smiles, ready to add another title to that wall. The scene fades to black. Metallica.
