Post by Corey Black on Apr 19, 2020 14:18:24 GMT -5
An ASMR like voiceover begins over a black screen, this video starting off with a bang.
"Twenty years i the business."
Shots of Corey Black wrestling in NCW and NWF, the first places he stepped between the ropes.
"He began his career in the hardcore division and as a Cruiserweight."
NWF Hardcore Title and NCW Cruiserweight Championship wins are shown, his first two titles.
"A legendary career spanning the globe."
We switch to Corey Black wrestling in Japan under a mask, Shinji Kiryu and then in Mexico as the same gimmick, learning the ways of lucha and strong style.
"His name became linked to that of WCF, a legendary company in it's own right. He was the ACE."
Now there's video of Corey Black, as Creeping Death, battling giants and heavyweights despite being a small man.
"Eventually.. he was too good to be denied."
Creeping Death holding the NCW World Championship back in the early 2000s, then all six of his WCF World Title wins are shown. Also mixed in was his one random Kombat Wrestling Alliance World Championship win.
"Eight total World Heavyweight Championships, countless Hardcore, Television, Internet, Tag Team and others. Corey Black has defined pro wrestling for the last two decades."
Corey and Frank now are on the screen winning the Alpha Pro Tag Team Championships.
"And there seems to be no slowing the King."
The shot changes to a live video of Corey Black standing on a tall pier overlooking the Bahama waters. He's got a smile on his face that goes from ear to ear.
"Who am I to kill a faction that just formed in a company I came in to wrestle exclusively in tag team matches?
The King of All Wrestlers, obviously.
Here's the long and short of it. The Bloodline is filled with men that not only don't give a shit about the sanctity of our sport, but do so with such public bravado that they have earned the ire of every person here. Maybe that was the plan from day one. Turning yourself into the biggest head to claim on the roster, though, when the roster has people like Zombie McMorris and Corey Black on it.. boys, you have some history to learn.
I do not care who you are or what you think of yourself, at the end of the day I am the be-all end-all of this little game we play. I am the alpha, the omega, and everything in between. I am the name people aspire to be and the name people wish they could beat. And - contrary to some in this place - just because you don't know me now doesn't mean you won't know me later. Meghan Kelser, how ya doin'? Two sides of the same coin. Never crossed one another, she didn't think I was all I made myself out to be. She has been in his business one way or another longer than I have - my name stands above that of Kelser.
Jason Ryan, just because you have all this money and all these movies you think it somehow means you can coast through the ring? You don't even want to be in one, you fucking turd, I'm about to shove my elbow through your dome and put you in those after school specials about the perils of fucking with someone that much better than you. The only work you'll be able to do is play the guy that got fucking trounced and now is confined to a wheelchair and feeding tube. Maybe you can play a corpse in a daytime soap. You know what, the possibilities are still endless.
You've made it clear how much you don't want this match because Zombie and I are, quote, SO FUCKIN' BELOW YOU that you're pissed you even have to compete against us.
Which, to me, sounds like you know we're gonna rearrange your guts.
But let's go even further. You, because you are so rich and famous, find it insulting that you have to test your mettle against the best to ever do it. The Certified Greatest of All Time, statues going up when I die, annual tournaments in my name when I retire - getting the cold shoulder from some fucking scrub movie star. I'm not insulted, I'm amused. I think it's hilarious that you don't know who I am, it's even funnier that you don't care enough to type my name into Google and see what comes up. You're coming into this seeing a guy that just had four matches in Alpha Pro and the last twenty years don't exits, you can't see anything outside your own little bubble.
I'm going to burst that thing and revel in the falling residue. I can't wait to watch everything you think you know crumble around you as Zombie and I destroy this stable before it even gets off the ground. That's what you get for associating with LA Johnny Stylez and somehow having an even worse take on the world than he did. He knew what he was getting into. You have no fucking idea.
Maybe the best part of this whole thing is a few days ago when you asked for a Junior Heavyweight Title shot, like you're in some position to ask for anything. Not only are you assuming you're going to be upright after Zombie and I paint an island with your blood, but you think that somehow, someway, your prestige outside this world gets you anywhere. Long has died the young man that saw his favorite wrestler plummet off a giant cage, roll around in his backyard with his buddies and dream of fighting the best on the biggest stage. That all died when your pockets became lined with green. This... this is my life. I have given over half of it to this sport and I will be damned if I let some fucking jack off like you spew the venom you continually vomit from your jowls.
You don't think it's weird that I got this match after asking for it? You don't want it.. but I do. And it's happening. It's not coincidence. It's not abuse either, management knows my worth, knows I'll give back tenfold and that bullies need put in their place. Who better to bully the bullies than the King of All Wrestlers?
You walked in here, busted an arm and demanded the World Championship. You've been an entitled prick since day one. Now you start a group to toss your money and influence around. Influence.. weird. You couldn't stop this match with such 'swine' from happening, could you, mister influence? You're here to buy the company and make it go away. So do it. Go ahead. You can buy and sell us fifty times over, just fucking do it already and end everyone's misery!
Oh, you won't. Because you can't. Deep down you know it to be true, you can't buy someone someone puts their heart and soul into - it's priceless. Something you'd never know about. All you care about if value value value, how many zeros are on the end of that paycheck? You don't know a fucking thing about passion or loyalty.
I don't believe at the end of this you will - but you might learn a thing or two about humility. You might catch such a beating your mouth will stop and you'll think twice about who you're antagonizing. Maybe you'll just fuck off totally and go back to that day job you only care about.
Your inner demon though.. The Scourge.. it's cute. Ya know, I have something of a history with a similar entity. Mine wasn't cooperative though. Most of the time. I didn't need it a lot of the time, but when it showed it's head, it was pretty messed up. I did some things I regret, even though it wasn't me doing them, it was my body and I should have controlled it better.
Give me The Scourge.
You, Ryan, WILL need it. You alone aren't good enough to box with a God. Your little cronie isn't enough to tangle with a zombie. You NEED The Scourge and I think you know you do. But you won't ask for help, not yet, you're Jason Ryan, you are better than everybody. Not even the blessing of Beowulf is good enough, motherfucker, you're as good as rotting in the ground.
I raised millions of dollars on GoFuneMe (thanks, donor) because people out there want to watch Zombie and I eat you alive. It doesn't matter if you have Johnny Stylez, Aaron Blaze, Alex Scott, Andre Aquarious, El Muerte or even Smith fucking Jones, there isn't a single soul on this roster that is good enough to keep ZBLACK from sending you away with a bruised ego and a destroyed body.
Your ego, though, will never be destroyed. We'll hurt it, sure. It'll never die. You're the type that will take this loss and somehow blow it off like it didn't even matter, you've already said you're phoning it in and you don't want to even go to the island.
That's what makes you such a punk bitch, Ryan.
That's why I want your head on a pike. Hiding behind lawsuits. Feigning a blood feud just to turn the tables and get over like a fart in church. It's too bad you had to being Blaze along for this, an unintended instance of collateral damage is going to take place. I'm sure he'll do his damnedest to keep his golden goose from getting touched but believe me when I say I'm going to throw him off a fucking pier and then Ryan - then you have nowhere to run and nobody to hide behind. No stunt doubles, no managers, no mini-van driving soccer mom haircuts and weight watchers coupons - you are going to meet the men that will end your little charade. The beast with two heads, ZBLACK. Hardcore Champions in TWO count them TWO different places.
You'll hear the bells, Jason, but it'll be too late.
They will toll.
For you."
Corey looks back toward the island, a tall bell tower sits alone among the trees. The camera fast zooms in o it, coming to a full on shot inside where Corey Black stands holding a rope. He pulls on it, swinging the bell and making it toll. The deep sound echoes through the island causing wildlife to stir and birds to fly in flocks away from it.
"Twenty years i the business."
Shots of Corey Black wrestling in NCW and NWF, the first places he stepped between the ropes.
"He began his career in the hardcore division and as a Cruiserweight."
NWF Hardcore Title and NCW Cruiserweight Championship wins are shown, his first two titles.
"A legendary career spanning the globe."
We switch to Corey Black wrestling in Japan under a mask, Shinji Kiryu and then in Mexico as the same gimmick, learning the ways of lucha and strong style.
"His name became linked to that of WCF, a legendary company in it's own right. He was the ACE."
Now there's video of Corey Black, as Creeping Death, battling giants and heavyweights despite being a small man.
"Eventually.. he was too good to be denied."
Creeping Death holding the NCW World Championship back in the early 2000s, then all six of his WCF World Title wins are shown. Also mixed in was his one random Kombat Wrestling Alliance World Championship win.
"Eight total World Heavyweight Championships, countless Hardcore, Television, Internet, Tag Team and others. Corey Black has defined pro wrestling for the last two decades."
Corey and Frank now are on the screen winning the Alpha Pro Tag Team Championships.
"And there seems to be no slowing the King."
The shot changes to a live video of Corey Black standing on a tall pier overlooking the Bahama waters. He's got a smile on his face that goes from ear to ear.
"Who am I to kill a faction that just formed in a company I came in to wrestle exclusively in tag team matches?
The King of All Wrestlers, obviously.
Here's the long and short of it. The Bloodline is filled with men that not only don't give a shit about the sanctity of our sport, but do so with such public bravado that they have earned the ire of every person here. Maybe that was the plan from day one. Turning yourself into the biggest head to claim on the roster, though, when the roster has people like Zombie McMorris and Corey Black on it.. boys, you have some history to learn.
I do not care who you are or what you think of yourself, at the end of the day I am the be-all end-all of this little game we play. I am the alpha, the omega, and everything in between. I am the name people aspire to be and the name people wish they could beat. And - contrary to some in this place - just because you don't know me now doesn't mean you won't know me later. Meghan Kelser, how ya doin'? Two sides of the same coin. Never crossed one another, she didn't think I was all I made myself out to be. She has been in his business one way or another longer than I have - my name stands above that of Kelser.
Jason Ryan, just because you have all this money and all these movies you think it somehow means you can coast through the ring? You don't even want to be in one, you fucking turd, I'm about to shove my elbow through your dome and put you in those after school specials about the perils of fucking with someone that much better than you. The only work you'll be able to do is play the guy that got fucking trounced and now is confined to a wheelchair and feeding tube. Maybe you can play a corpse in a daytime soap. You know what, the possibilities are still endless.
You've made it clear how much you don't want this match because Zombie and I are, quote, SO FUCKIN' BELOW YOU that you're pissed you even have to compete against us.
Which, to me, sounds like you know we're gonna rearrange your guts.
But let's go even further. You, because you are so rich and famous, find it insulting that you have to test your mettle against the best to ever do it. The Certified Greatest of All Time, statues going up when I die, annual tournaments in my name when I retire - getting the cold shoulder from some fucking scrub movie star. I'm not insulted, I'm amused. I think it's hilarious that you don't know who I am, it's even funnier that you don't care enough to type my name into Google and see what comes up. You're coming into this seeing a guy that just had four matches in Alpha Pro and the last twenty years don't exits, you can't see anything outside your own little bubble.
I'm going to burst that thing and revel in the falling residue. I can't wait to watch everything you think you know crumble around you as Zombie and I destroy this stable before it even gets off the ground. That's what you get for associating with LA Johnny Stylez and somehow having an even worse take on the world than he did. He knew what he was getting into. You have no fucking idea.
Maybe the best part of this whole thing is a few days ago when you asked for a Junior Heavyweight Title shot, like you're in some position to ask for anything. Not only are you assuming you're going to be upright after Zombie and I paint an island with your blood, but you think that somehow, someway, your prestige outside this world gets you anywhere. Long has died the young man that saw his favorite wrestler plummet off a giant cage, roll around in his backyard with his buddies and dream of fighting the best on the biggest stage. That all died when your pockets became lined with green. This... this is my life. I have given over half of it to this sport and I will be damned if I let some fucking jack off like you spew the venom you continually vomit from your jowls.
You don't think it's weird that I got this match after asking for it? You don't want it.. but I do. And it's happening. It's not coincidence. It's not abuse either, management knows my worth, knows I'll give back tenfold and that bullies need put in their place. Who better to bully the bullies than the King of All Wrestlers?
You walked in here, busted an arm and demanded the World Championship. You've been an entitled prick since day one. Now you start a group to toss your money and influence around. Influence.. weird. You couldn't stop this match with such 'swine' from happening, could you, mister influence? You're here to buy the company and make it go away. So do it. Go ahead. You can buy and sell us fifty times over, just fucking do it already and end everyone's misery!
Oh, you won't. Because you can't. Deep down you know it to be true, you can't buy someone someone puts their heart and soul into - it's priceless. Something you'd never know about. All you care about if value value value, how many zeros are on the end of that paycheck? You don't know a fucking thing about passion or loyalty.
I don't believe at the end of this you will - but you might learn a thing or two about humility. You might catch such a beating your mouth will stop and you'll think twice about who you're antagonizing. Maybe you'll just fuck off totally and go back to that day job you only care about.
Your inner demon though.. The Scourge.. it's cute. Ya know, I have something of a history with a similar entity. Mine wasn't cooperative though. Most of the time. I didn't need it a lot of the time, but when it showed it's head, it was pretty messed up. I did some things I regret, even though it wasn't me doing them, it was my body and I should have controlled it better.
Give me The Scourge.
You, Ryan, WILL need it. You alone aren't good enough to box with a God. Your little cronie isn't enough to tangle with a zombie. You NEED The Scourge and I think you know you do. But you won't ask for help, not yet, you're Jason Ryan, you are better than everybody. Not even the blessing of Beowulf is good enough, motherfucker, you're as good as rotting in the ground.
I raised millions of dollars on GoFuneMe (thanks, donor) because people out there want to watch Zombie and I eat you alive. It doesn't matter if you have Johnny Stylez, Aaron Blaze, Alex Scott, Andre Aquarious, El Muerte or even Smith fucking Jones, there isn't a single soul on this roster that is good enough to keep ZBLACK from sending you away with a bruised ego and a destroyed body.
Your ego, though, will never be destroyed. We'll hurt it, sure. It'll never die. You're the type that will take this loss and somehow blow it off like it didn't even matter, you've already said you're phoning it in and you don't want to even go to the island.
That's what makes you such a punk bitch, Ryan.
That's why I want your head on a pike. Hiding behind lawsuits. Feigning a blood feud just to turn the tables and get over like a fart in church. It's too bad you had to being Blaze along for this, an unintended instance of collateral damage is going to take place. I'm sure he'll do his damnedest to keep his golden goose from getting touched but believe me when I say I'm going to throw him off a fucking pier and then Ryan - then you have nowhere to run and nobody to hide behind. No stunt doubles, no managers, no mini-van driving soccer mom haircuts and weight watchers coupons - you are going to meet the men that will end your little charade. The beast with two heads, ZBLACK. Hardcore Champions in TWO count them TWO different places.
You'll hear the bells, Jason, but it'll be too late.
They will toll.
For you."
Corey looks back toward the island, a tall bell tower sits alone among the trees. The camera fast zooms in o it, coming to a full on shot inside where Corey Black stands holding a rope. He pulls on it, swinging the bell and making it toll. The deep sound echoes through the island causing wildlife to stir and birds to fly in flocks away from it.
