Post by Corey Black on May 10, 2020 20:56:17 GMT -5
"Business as usual."
Corey Black's voice comes through the darkness, as the scene comes into view we see the King sitting at his kitchen table. He has headphones on, he's got his laptop open and there's a Zoom call with a few people in business suits.
"Frank and I will annihilate these dorks, it'll be wonderful. Hey, tell ya what, I have a little bit of work to do. While I finish that up, I'll think about the offer. We'll continue this later on, thanks gentlemen."
Corey clicks the call off and places his headphones down, sitting back in his chair and cracking his neck. The well furnished apartment with an open floor plan seems vast, thanks to the windows that look out over the rest of the skyline in Minneapolis. It's near dusk, the sun is setting casting an orange glow across the sky. Corey stands up and walks over to his fridge, opening it up and grabbing a Diet Coke. He heads over to his stereo system, giant speakers sitting on the floor. He opens his phone and begins recording himself.
"The Man Made Gods make their triumphant return to Monday Night Metal as your APW Tag Team Champions.. and our task this week is The Architects. Two men at the top of our card.. two men that sit on a throne of thorns.
Show that World Title around like you own the thing, Damon, like you aren't going to stumble and fall to the next flavor of the month that comes around. You must feel pretty proud of yourself, it's not every day you win a World Championship. Me? I've won eight. Just know you're World Champion of a company that has Corey Black firmly in the tag team division, one diversion off this path we've led and that thing is mine. You may sit back and see a tag wrestler, a hardcore wrestler, a small man with wild hair and tattoos. You probably don't see a dominant man that has done this for two decades at the highest level you've ever dreamed of. I've destroyed men you'd get squashed by. I've done things you only do in video games. I'm the man that will be the star of the movie they make about Alpha Pro.
And that's not just me tooting my own horn, that's me showing you my hand, Damon. You don't get five steps ahead of the King, you aren't a cerebral assassin when the mind you're trying to snipe is mine. While you can only see two companies in front of you.. I can see the whole fucking world, Warrens.
I know you inside and out, boy. I know you had hardcore beginnings. I know your deepest and darkest secrets you're trying to hide from the world. While you sit there smiling about how you've got the Man Made Gods figured out.. I hope you realize the shit you're in for."
Corey smiles as he turns and presses play on his stereo. Shitty low quality screaming punk music begins playing, Corey's face contorts in near agony. He lets it play for a while and turns it off, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Jesus Christ, I can see why you gave it up. That was a song by Canadian punk band The Wicked.. put together by our World Champion. But he dumped his band mates because he's a fucking putz. See, as a child all Damon wanted was to be a punk rock legend. Have his name up in lights at CBGB and have his name whispered along with Johnny Rotten or Glenn Danzig. But the music business is a fickle mistress, it didn't work out and Damon wanted to do something else.
Much like being World Champion isn't going to suit you, boy, when the King and the Executioner come knocking your head off your shoulders and show tag team dominance. We're not here to play fucking games, if I wanted to dick around I'd go hang out in PCW or some other low brow shit hole. This is Alpha Pro where only the most Alpha stand tall.
Despite my stature.. believe me when I say I am the tallest of them all.
We're no invaders coming into a new land to take it over. We belong here just as much as you or Smith Jones do. We just bring that clout with us. That 'we call the shots' mentality that only men like I can achieve. When I say I'm going to fight Jason Ryan and his cronies on an island in the Bahamas with Zombie McMorris, believe me - I'm going to get that match done. if I were to point my finger your way and say 'him' then that title comes home with me the following week. Ya see how this is, Damon? You're in the big time now and the man that had led the charge of this 'big time' for the last twenty years is the same guy that's gunning for your throat in the main event of Metal this week. You and Smith have been together for a while, you're Architects. You've just had your iron sharpens iron battle and you're stronger than ever.
It's just not fucking strong enough.
Frank and I, we've had many of those. More than you'd ever know. You may like Smith, you may respect Smith but I ... I fucking love Frank. I would take a bullet, a knife, a grenade and any other instrument of destruction for that man. He saved me when I needed someone the most. He looked me in the eye and told me I wasn't done, I had more story to tell. And here I am. Action Wrestling Hardcore Champion. Alpha Pro Tag Team Champion. Third place in the largest Havoc rumble known to mankind. Destroying people left and right because what I thought I lost wasn't gone - it was just hiding. Frank found it.
So sit on your laurels, Champion. Enjoy the view from the top while it lasts. Some day your tower will fall and while I may not be the man standing on the ground with the hammer, I'll be the loudest laughing. You think you come from wrestling royalty like that means anything to me. I'm going to shove my elbow through your skull so fast and furious your son Christian will fucking feel it. And that's saying something, he's not even blood."
Corey steps away from his stereo system and walks over to his wall, which is just floor to ceiling windows. He peers out, spotting construction in the distance.
"The Architects, eh? A bunch of people that think they have the blueprints for how this sport works."
Corey's face turns sour, he marches into the darkness and returns with a rolled up tube of paper.
"I drafted these blueprints, Architects. I am the mold that every wrestler wished they were cast from."
Black places the tube on the coffee table before him and unrolls it, it's actual blueprints! There's a body there, with notations and attributes most associated with the King. Highlighted parts include the elbow, the knee, and his heart. That's where Corey points. His heart.
"Smith Jones, this is the main flaw you have. Your heart isn't there anymore. You're a well traveled 'classic' competitor. Your heart died long ago when you lost the love of competition, instead turning your sights to 'taking over' every company you've ever worked for. As if it's owed to you. Always bucking authority and establishment.
I'm the most established man on the roster, Smith. Look around. You see people that have grown up, spent their entire career with me in the main event. It isn't enough for you to be champion, that's just a notch in your bedpost. No, you have to rule the roost. That's what makes you and I different. I'm here to fight. I'm here to better myself against some of the very best to do it.
I don't buck authority, I don't take shortcuts. You and I Smith, we're destined to clash at some point. And when we do, I'll show you the true meaning of 'classic.' Ten years isn't classic, kid, you're yet a baby. Rest your mind on those two World Championship wins, it'll be all you have after Frank and I show you exactly why we hold the status of Man Made Gods. Taking down champions as we see fit. I don't care how big you think you are or how skilled you might be, when you're in the ring with me none of that matters. If you're not bringing your best, you'll get left in the fucking dust, Smith. One on one, tag team, hardcore, I do it all. I've done it all for twice as long as you have and on the biggest stages. It's only a matter of time before Frank and I are the faces of APW, our good looking mugs on all the merch and all the websites. If you're the key to that, so be it, we'll do it and we'll smile because we don't want anything more than mutually assured competition.
You two are the top of the mountain, you're the guys in Alpha Pro. Scratching and clawing up that ladder, you made it and yet, the buzz is about the Man Made Gods. The name on everyone's lips isn't Architects or Enforcers or Cowgirls.. it's Gods. We have conquered the past in Seth Lerch and Jayson Price. It is now time to conquer the present.
When it comes to the best competition a company has.. we will beat you.
Business as usual."
Corey smiles as he walks away from the blueprint and turns his phone off. He types a few words, presumably sending the video to Twitter or Youtube. He takes a seat at this table once again, placing his headphones on and restarting the zoom call. One by one the men in suits pop onto the screen, there's four of them total. Corey speaks to the men.
"I'm very excited to take on this exciting new product with you, my apologies for the brief intermission. ... yes, as you well know, I've had experience working with Buffalo Wild Wings and before them it was Rockstar Energy Drinks. Your brand is killing it, I would love to be a sponsored athlete. Frank had Mountain Dew, I'm not entirely sure where that is at this point, but once I get that figured out we'll get back on the line and let you know. Hey, no, thank you."
Corey smiles and waves at his laptop before quickly going back to his phone and dialing a phone number. He excitedly puts the phone up to his ear.
"Yo! I got it! I know, it's a perfect fit! There's nobody else it could have been, I'll gladly put my name next to Liquid Death water. Everything about them screams Corey Black. Awesome, thanks, I'm going to get back to work. We'll talk soon, bye."
Corey sits down on his couch and tosses his phone to the side, it lands the next cushion over. He smiles wide.
"These fucking dudes have no clue."
Corey Black's voice comes through the darkness, as the scene comes into view we see the King sitting at his kitchen table. He has headphones on, he's got his laptop open and there's a Zoom call with a few people in business suits.
"Frank and I will annihilate these dorks, it'll be wonderful. Hey, tell ya what, I have a little bit of work to do. While I finish that up, I'll think about the offer. We'll continue this later on, thanks gentlemen."
Corey clicks the call off and places his headphones down, sitting back in his chair and cracking his neck. The well furnished apartment with an open floor plan seems vast, thanks to the windows that look out over the rest of the skyline in Minneapolis. It's near dusk, the sun is setting casting an orange glow across the sky. Corey stands up and walks over to his fridge, opening it up and grabbing a Diet Coke. He heads over to his stereo system, giant speakers sitting on the floor. He opens his phone and begins recording himself.
"The Man Made Gods make their triumphant return to Monday Night Metal as your APW Tag Team Champions.. and our task this week is The Architects. Two men at the top of our card.. two men that sit on a throne of thorns.
Show that World Title around like you own the thing, Damon, like you aren't going to stumble and fall to the next flavor of the month that comes around. You must feel pretty proud of yourself, it's not every day you win a World Championship. Me? I've won eight. Just know you're World Champion of a company that has Corey Black firmly in the tag team division, one diversion off this path we've led and that thing is mine. You may sit back and see a tag wrestler, a hardcore wrestler, a small man with wild hair and tattoos. You probably don't see a dominant man that has done this for two decades at the highest level you've ever dreamed of. I've destroyed men you'd get squashed by. I've done things you only do in video games. I'm the man that will be the star of the movie they make about Alpha Pro.
And that's not just me tooting my own horn, that's me showing you my hand, Damon. You don't get five steps ahead of the King, you aren't a cerebral assassin when the mind you're trying to snipe is mine. While you can only see two companies in front of you.. I can see the whole fucking world, Warrens.
I know you inside and out, boy. I know you had hardcore beginnings. I know your deepest and darkest secrets you're trying to hide from the world. While you sit there smiling about how you've got the Man Made Gods figured out.. I hope you realize the shit you're in for."
Corey smiles as he turns and presses play on his stereo. Shitty low quality screaming punk music begins playing, Corey's face contorts in near agony. He lets it play for a while and turns it off, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Jesus Christ, I can see why you gave it up. That was a song by Canadian punk band The Wicked.. put together by our World Champion. But he dumped his band mates because he's a fucking putz. See, as a child all Damon wanted was to be a punk rock legend. Have his name up in lights at CBGB and have his name whispered along with Johnny Rotten or Glenn Danzig. But the music business is a fickle mistress, it didn't work out and Damon wanted to do something else.
Much like being World Champion isn't going to suit you, boy, when the King and the Executioner come knocking your head off your shoulders and show tag team dominance. We're not here to play fucking games, if I wanted to dick around I'd go hang out in PCW or some other low brow shit hole. This is Alpha Pro where only the most Alpha stand tall.
Despite my stature.. believe me when I say I am the tallest of them all.
We're no invaders coming into a new land to take it over. We belong here just as much as you or Smith Jones do. We just bring that clout with us. That 'we call the shots' mentality that only men like I can achieve. When I say I'm going to fight Jason Ryan and his cronies on an island in the Bahamas with Zombie McMorris, believe me - I'm going to get that match done. if I were to point my finger your way and say 'him' then that title comes home with me the following week. Ya see how this is, Damon? You're in the big time now and the man that had led the charge of this 'big time' for the last twenty years is the same guy that's gunning for your throat in the main event of Metal this week. You and Smith have been together for a while, you're Architects. You've just had your iron sharpens iron battle and you're stronger than ever.
It's just not fucking strong enough.
Frank and I, we've had many of those. More than you'd ever know. You may like Smith, you may respect Smith but I ... I fucking love Frank. I would take a bullet, a knife, a grenade and any other instrument of destruction for that man. He saved me when I needed someone the most. He looked me in the eye and told me I wasn't done, I had more story to tell. And here I am. Action Wrestling Hardcore Champion. Alpha Pro Tag Team Champion. Third place in the largest Havoc rumble known to mankind. Destroying people left and right because what I thought I lost wasn't gone - it was just hiding. Frank found it.
So sit on your laurels, Champion. Enjoy the view from the top while it lasts. Some day your tower will fall and while I may not be the man standing on the ground with the hammer, I'll be the loudest laughing. You think you come from wrestling royalty like that means anything to me. I'm going to shove my elbow through your skull so fast and furious your son Christian will fucking feel it. And that's saying something, he's not even blood."
Corey steps away from his stereo system and walks over to his wall, which is just floor to ceiling windows. He peers out, spotting construction in the distance.
"The Architects, eh? A bunch of people that think they have the blueprints for how this sport works."
Corey's face turns sour, he marches into the darkness and returns with a rolled up tube of paper.
"I drafted these blueprints, Architects. I am the mold that every wrestler wished they were cast from."
Black places the tube on the coffee table before him and unrolls it, it's actual blueprints! There's a body there, with notations and attributes most associated with the King. Highlighted parts include the elbow, the knee, and his heart. That's where Corey points. His heart.
"Smith Jones, this is the main flaw you have. Your heart isn't there anymore. You're a well traveled 'classic' competitor. Your heart died long ago when you lost the love of competition, instead turning your sights to 'taking over' every company you've ever worked for. As if it's owed to you. Always bucking authority and establishment.
I'm the most established man on the roster, Smith. Look around. You see people that have grown up, spent their entire career with me in the main event. It isn't enough for you to be champion, that's just a notch in your bedpost. No, you have to rule the roost. That's what makes you and I different. I'm here to fight. I'm here to better myself against some of the very best to do it.
I don't buck authority, I don't take shortcuts. You and I Smith, we're destined to clash at some point. And when we do, I'll show you the true meaning of 'classic.' Ten years isn't classic, kid, you're yet a baby. Rest your mind on those two World Championship wins, it'll be all you have after Frank and I show you exactly why we hold the status of Man Made Gods. Taking down champions as we see fit. I don't care how big you think you are or how skilled you might be, when you're in the ring with me none of that matters. If you're not bringing your best, you'll get left in the fucking dust, Smith. One on one, tag team, hardcore, I do it all. I've done it all for twice as long as you have and on the biggest stages. It's only a matter of time before Frank and I are the faces of APW, our good looking mugs on all the merch and all the websites. If you're the key to that, so be it, we'll do it and we'll smile because we don't want anything more than mutually assured competition.
You two are the top of the mountain, you're the guys in Alpha Pro. Scratching and clawing up that ladder, you made it and yet, the buzz is about the Man Made Gods. The name on everyone's lips isn't Architects or Enforcers or Cowgirls.. it's Gods. We have conquered the past in Seth Lerch and Jayson Price. It is now time to conquer the present.
When it comes to the best competition a company has.. we will beat you.
Business as usual."
Corey smiles as he walks away from the blueprint and turns his phone off. He types a few words, presumably sending the video to Twitter or Youtube. He takes a seat at this table once again, placing his headphones on and restarting the zoom call. One by one the men in suits pop onto the screen, there's four of them total. Corey speaks to the men.
"I'm very excited to take on this exciting new product with you, my apologies for the brief intermission. ... yes, as you well know, I've had experience working with Buffalo Wild Wings and before them it was Rockstar Energy Drinks. Your brand is killing it, I would love to be a sponsored athlete. Frank had Mountain Dew, I'm not entirely sure where that is at this point, but once I get that figured out we'll get back on the line and let you know. Hey, no, thank you."
Corey smiles and waves at his laptop before quickly going back to his phone and dialing a phone number. He excitedly puts the phone up to his ear.
"Yo! I got it! I know, it's a perfect fit! There's nobody else it could have been, I'll gladly put my name next to Liquid Death water. Everything about them screams Corey Black. Awesome, thanks, I'm going to get back to work. We'll talk soon, bye."
Corey sits down on his couch and tosses his phone to the side, it lands the next cushion over. He smiles wide.
"These fucking dudes have no clue."
