Post by Corey Black on Mar 29, 2020 11:20:00 GMT -5
We open up to the interior of a plane. It's mostly empty, a few passengers with masks on and in Corey Black, sitting in first class with what can only be described as a golden bottle of Diet Coke. He looks into the camera and smiles.
"I came here to Alpha Pro Wrestling for one reason and one reason only. Competition. Specifically tag team competition and I've got that in spades. From week one Frank and I have gone out there and showed the world that we are not only the premier singles wrestlers this planet has ever seen, we're the best tag-team wrestlers too. We're a unit, two men that share one train of thought. Not since the likes of Jonny Fly have I felt this way about a teammate.
Now, some would tell me Odin Balfore isn't worth his weight anymore. He's gone up and back down the card faster than a blink of an eye. World Champion one week, stuck in a triple threat opening the show the next. Not much stock put in Odin Balfore anymore, the name doesn't ring as heavy as it once did.
They're full of shit.
Odin Balfore is my best friend and former neighbor, I can tell you that I will NEVER take that man lightly. That's been the downfall of every single person in Alpha Pro, they don't respect the name because they don't fuckin' know it. I know the name. WAR BALFORE. I know what I am getting myself into, unlike say our World Champion and his competitor, they underestimated the Enforcers because they just don't know, man.
Frank and I. We know.
We know Alex Richards isn't just some tub of goo that only feeds off other people. We are aware he could snap and break anyone in half at any time. Everyone else could claim he's just a lackey, a way to get someone else up and over the hump, like The Pack or Dandy DiVito or even Odin Balfore. Well they'd be wrong, because I have been in the ring one on one with Alex Richards and he - while in a losing effort - showed me first hand what it is like to clash with one of the premier athletes this sport has seen.
This place turns their heads in shame as four guys that made their name elsewhere waltzed in and now we're here, in the finals of the APW Tag Team Tourna ment. The entire company huffsand sneers through their teeth at the mere prospect of four bonafide Hall of Fame talents coming into their precious Alpha Pro, a sanctuary away from the norm of this sport, only to be smacked in the face with the combined might of the Man Made Gods and The Enforcers.
Watch and learn, kids, it's time for the adults to show you how it's fuckin' done."
Corey smiles and spins his chair, turning away and causing the scene to fade out.
We fade back in, Corey Black is sitting in his hotel room, seemingly in Dayton, Ohio. A giant neon sign is outside the hotel window, casting a pink glow into the room. In his hand, Corey clutches a piece of paper.
"Ever since I showed up here I was met with resistance. Met with people that aren't man enough to admit their own faults. They don't have the nuts to bow when a superior being walks into their lives.
Game recognize game and that's exactly what we have here.
Years ago I would have gone off about how I have beat these men one on one, why the fuck do they think they have a chance with Frank at my side? But I'm smarter than that. I know better than seemingly everyone else here. I don't need to puff my chest and get myself over, I'm over enough on my skill alone. Balfore and Richards, they're a force to be reckoned with. They're not your average Warsaw Pact.
They're hulking behemoths with more experience in this business than Frank and I. Odin Balfore should be lauded with ribbons and medals for his efforts. But he's not. I am. I am the man that is recognized as the very best, the top of the food chain. I'm mad for him because it should be Odin. Nobody gives enough of a shit beyond their own ego to admit it. Alex Richards is one of the most underrated people I have ever come across, I was the man that said 'yes, I want the Pack in Pantheon - because they have Richards.' I could give a shit about Jay Omega, I wanted Richards but he's so loyal he wouldn't have come without his friends.
He's like me. If you split me into two men, it would be Odin and Alex.
But me.. I'm one man.
The BEST man.
The KING of ALL Wrestlers.
I'm not going to roll over and let these two steamroll Frank and I. That's now how I operate anymore. Not laying down for anybody.
For all their positives, there's holes in the armor. For instance, pride. They're both so prideful of their accomplishments that they strive so much to try to take me down as a badge of honor. Like their lives will never be complete until their names are listed above mine. Odin is the man that powerbombed me so much he nearly destroyed my psyche. He doesn't call me Corey Broken for nothing, this man did the job nobody else had before him. He made a believer out of me - and then I reasserted myself. Never let it go. Almost decade now, eight years since Odin and I had our clash at One. The very man I pegged as the next great star in the business, he took it too far and I put him down - and I haven't looked back. His star rose, he is one of the very best - my star went supersonic.
Alex Richards is a Hall of Fame wrestler because he won it from an actual Hall of Famer. I told him months ago that I wanted nothing to do with a Hall that had him included through such a terrible means. He has since attached himself to a meth addict and become nothing more than a pawn in the scheme. This has awaken the Alex Richards I know, the man that wouldn't have taken the Hall of Fame ring he won in a match, he'd have wanted to earn it on his own - and he would have if the circumstances were different. But they're not, so here we are. Stuck with a guy that lost his way only to be reinvigorated. Surely stepping into the ring with Frank and I will help that, adding in Tag gold will no doubt give us the Richards we know.
If he's still there.
I have fond memories of these men being some of the best. But now I wonder if they still have it. Odin has his legend paradox.. something I am at the heart of. Alex had his head so far up an ass he couldn't see daylight and still muses about not coming here to defeat the World Champion.
Look, I take this very seriously. I didn't reinvigorate my career on the basis of being the fuckin' best and making goddamn sure everyone knew it just for fun. I had to do it. I retired from WCF competition, WCF closed, I went to Action Wrestling and I have shown the entire world that I can still beat anybody. Over two hundred days as Hardcore Champion, I've been calling out a fuckin' serial killer, I want to compete. I want to fight because people don't fucking believe in me anymore even though I have all of this shit to show.
I will sacrifice Odin and Alex to the cause. I will drive my elbow and knee through their face and heart - not because I want to - but because I have to.
The Black Paradox is real too. Realer than the Balfore Paradox. I have overcome the doubt, I have the resume, the Balfore Paradox is defeated.
The Black Paradox now exists above all, be the legend, continue to build the legacy - does it mean anything if the only people that take you seriously are the people you have known for ten years and have seen half of it with their own eyes?
The men in this match would say yes. The men that have been living in a box and claim they don't know the name? Well.. they're the issue.
But the men in this match, even, would have reasons why they are better than I am. A laundry list. Even though in reality, one way or another, I made them both. And I have continued to shine brighter than they both have combined. It's not fucking gloating, it's just the way it is. I am Corey Black. I am professional wrestling in it's purest form. I embody the competition, the skill and the success anyone could achieve in this sport.
Maybe the echo chamber is right about some. Maybe those things the people say about Odin and Alex are true.
Odin Balfore is what happens when a man tries to take the crown and is stopped at every turn.
Alex Richards is what happens when dependency becomes more important than legacy.
I respect the fuck out of both of these guys, I really do. They're just not King material.
Those rumblings about Corey Black being a nobody is founded on nothing but ignorance and failure to see beyond what's in front of you. I see the code, I am The One and this is my Matrix.
I see Odin Balfore and Alex Richards for what they were, what they are and what they should be.
I stand not upon a pebble, but this entire world and every world that has formed from the rubble when it broke. Show me, gentlemen, that you are still the fearsome foes I once knew, the dangerous wrestlers that you can be.
Because believe me - I'm still me. I'll never stop being me. Until my dying breath I will be the very best. Even without my past, without all the things I have done the things I will do in the future will be the shit of legend - this day, right now, and every day going forward I am the King of All Wrestlers."
Corey Black stands up and begins to walk away, but as he does he drops the paper. It floats through the air and lands facing upward, Corey walks passed the camera and out the hotel door. We zoom in on the paper and reveal it is a photo.
The WCF Hall of Fame bust section, three slots with busts of Odin Balfore and Alex Richards proudly displayed. But the one marked Corey Black isn't there.
The camera spins around, Corey is opening the door. We can only see from his knee to his feet, pants and shoes, standing at the door is a woman. Long tan legs. White sneakers. She seems to hand something over to Corey that has some heft to it. He turns and bends down slowly, it's the bust. A recreation of Corey Black's head and chest.
Corey walks away, coming back into frame. He bends down and places an eye patch on his bust. Then a crown.
"I came here to Alpha Pro Wrestling for one reason and one reason only. Competition. Specifically tag team competition and I've got that in spades. From week one Frank and I have gone out there and showed the world that we are not only the premier singles wrestlers this planet has ever seen, we're the best tag-team wrestlers too. We're a unit, two men that share one train of thought. Not since the likes of Jonny Fly have I felt this way about a teammate.
Now, some would tell me Odin Balfore isn't worth his weight anymore. He's gone up and back down the card faster than a blink of an eye. World Champion one week, stuck in a triple threat opening the show the next. Not much stock put in Odin Balfore anymore, the name doesn't ring as heavy as it once did.
They're full of shit.
Odin Balfore is my best friend and former neighbor, I can tell you that I will NEVER take that man lightly. That's been the downfall of every single person in Alpha Pro, they don't respect the name because they don't fuckin' know it. I know the name. WAR BALFORE. I know what I am getting myself into, unlike say our World Champion and his competitor, they underestimated the Enforcers because they just don't know, man.
Frank and I. We know.
We know Alex Richards isn't just some tub of goo that only feeds off other people. We are aware he could snap and break anyone in half at any time. Everyone else could claim he's just a lackey, a way to get someone else up and over the hump, like The Pack or Dandy DiVito or even Odin Balfore. Well they'd be wrong, because I have been in the ring one on one with Alex Richards and he - while in a losing effort - showed me first hand what it is like to clash with one of the premier athletes this sport has seen.
This place turns their heads in shame as four guys that made their name elsewhere waltzed in and now we're here, in the finals of the APW Tag Team Tourna ment. The entire company huffsand sneers through their teeth at the mere prospect of four bonafide Hall of Fame talents coming into their precious Alpha Pro, a sanctuary away from the norm of this sport, only to be smacked in the face with the combined might of the Man Made Gods and The Enforcers.
Watch and learn, kids, it's time for the adults to show you how it's fuckin' done."
Corey smiles and spins his chair, turning away and causing the scene to fade out.
We fade back in, Corey Black is sitting in his hotel room, seemingly in Dayton, Ohio. A giant neon sign is outside the hotel window, casting a pink glow into the room. In his hand, Corey clutches a piece of paper.
"Ever since I showed up here I was met with resistance. Met with people that aren't man enough to admit their own faults. They don't have the nuts to bow when a superior being walks into their lives.
Game recognize game and that's exactly what we have here.
Years ago I would have gone off about how I have beat these men one on one, why the fuck do they think they have a chance with Frank at my side? But I'm smarter than that. I know better than seemingly everyone else here. I don't need to puff my chest and get myself over, I'm over enough on my skill alone. Balfore and Richards, they're a force to be reckoned with. They're not your average Warsaw Pact.
They're hulking behemoths with more experience in this business than Frank and I. Odin Balfore should be lauded with ribbons and medals for his efforts. But he's not. I am. I am the man that is recognized as the very best, the top of the food chain. I'm mad for him because it should be Odin. Nobody gives enough of a shit beyond their own ego to admit it. Alex Richards is one of the most underrated people I have ever come across, I was the man that said 'yes, I want the Pack in Pantheon - because they have Richards.' I could give a shit about Jay Omega, I wanted Richards but he's so loyal he wouldn't have come without his friends.
He's like me. If you split me into two men, it would be Odin and Alex.
But me.. I'm one man.
The BEST man.
The KING of ALL Wrestlers.
I'm not going to roll over and let these two steamroll Frank and I. That's now how I operate anymore. Not laying down for anybody.
For all their positives, there's holes in the armor. For instance, pride. They're both so prideful of their accomplishments that they strive so much to try to take me down as a badge of honor. Like their lives will never be complete until their names are listed above mine. Odin is the man that powerbombed me so much he nearly destroyed my psyche. He doesn't call me Corey Broken for nothing, this man did the job nobody else had before him. He made a believer out of me - and then I reasserted myself. Never let it go. Almost decade now, eight years since Odin and I had our clash at One. The very man I pegged as the next great star in the business, he took it too far and I put him down - and I haven't looked back. His star rose, he is one of the very best - my star went supersonic.
Alex Richards is a Hall of Fame wrestler because he won it from an actual Hall of Famer. I told him months ago that I wanted nothing to do with a Hall that had him included through such a terrible means. He has since attached himself to a meth addict and become nothing more than a pawn in the scheme. This has awaken the Alex Richards I know, the man that wouldn't have taken the Hall of Fame ring he won in a match, he'd have wanted to earn it on his own - and he would have if the circumstances were different. But they're not, so here we are. Stuck with a guy that lost his way only to be reinvigorated. Surely stepping into the ring with Frank and I will help that, adding in Tag gold will no doubt give us the Richards we know.
If he's still there.
I have fond memories of these men being some of the best. But now I wonder if they still have it. Odin has his legend paradox.. something I am at the heart of. Alex had his head so far up an ass he couldn't see daylight and still muses about not coming here to defeat the World Champion.
Look, I take this very seriously. I didn't reinvigorate my career on the basis of being the fuckin' best and making goddamn sure everyone knew it just for fun. I had to do it. I retired from WCF competition, WCF closed, I went to Action Wrestling and I have shown the entire world that I can still beat anybody. Over two hundred days as Hardcore Champion, I've been calling out a fuckin' serial killer, I want to compete. I want to fight because people don't fucking believe in me anymore even though I have all of this shit to show.
I will sacrifice Odin and Alex to the cause. I will drive my elbow and knee through their face and heart - not because I want to - but because I have to.
The Black Paradox is real too. Realer than the Balfore Paradox. I have overcome the doubt, I have the resume, the Balfore Paradox is defeated.
The Black Paradox now exists above all, be the legend, continue to build the legacy - does it mean anything if the only people that take you seriously are the people you have known for ten years and have seen half of it with their own eyes?
The men in this match would say yes. The men that have been living in a box and claim they don't know the name? Well.. they're the issue.
But the men in this match, even, would have reasons why they are better than I am. A laundry list. Even though in reality, one way or another, I made them both. And I have continued to shine brighter than they both have combined. It's not fucking gloating, it's just the way it is. I am Corey Black. I am professional wrestling in it's purest form. I embody the competition, the skill and the success anyone could achieve in this sport.
Maybe the echo chamber is right about some. Maybe those things the people say about Odin and Alex are true.
Odin Balfore is what happens when a man tries to take the crown and is stopped at every turn.
Alex Richards is what happens when dependency becomes more important than legacy.
I respect the fuck out of both of these guys, I really do. They're just not King material.
Those rumblings about Corey Black being a nobody is founded on nothing but ignorance and failure to see beyond what's in front of you. I see the code, I am The One and this is my Matrix.
I see Odin Balfore and Alex Richards for what they were, what they are and what they should be.
I stand not upon a pebble, but this entire world and every world that has formed from the rubble when it broke. Show me, gentlemen, that you are still the fearsome foes I once knew, the dangerous wrestlers that you can be.
Because believe me - I'm still me. I'll never stop being me. Until my dying breath I will be the very best. Even without my past, without all the things I have done the things I will do in the future will be the shit of legend - this day, right now, and every day going forward I am the King of All Wrestlers."
Corey Black stands up and begins to walk away, but as he does he drops the paper. It floats through the air and lands facing upward, Corey walks passed the camera and out the hotel door. We zoom in on the paper and reveal it is a photo.
The WCF Hall of Fame bust section, three slots with busts of Odin Balfore and Alex Richards proudly displayed. But the one marked Corey Black isn't there.
The camera spins around, Corey is opening the door. We can only see from his knee to his feet, pants and shoes, standing at the door is a woman. Long tan legs. White sneakers. She seems to hand something over to Corey that has some heft to it. He turns and bends down slowly, it's the bust. A recreation of Corey Black's head and chest.
Corey walks away, coming back into frame. He bends down and places an eye patch on his bust. Then a crown.
