First Meeting

The First Meeting
1/9/2010 Days before Revolution: Tournament to the Title

The first face to face meeting with Corey I was taken back, I saw a lot of good from this kid, he had the blessing of Brenton Cyrus, and he was the product of Brenton. He was given the world, and I thought he was the man that could give me meaning. Ever since the fall out with Tails and then Nick, I was just looking for something to belong to. For the majority of my career I was a tag-team wrestler.

Those days were simple to say the least.

We meet in the tower of Salvation, the view was breath taking. You could see the whole city from up here. I remember Brenton dreaming about the city of Salvation and here I was, standing on top of it. I owed a lot to Corey, he saved me from Lauren. I was fully ready to dedicate my life to him

I wasn’t waiting long when Corey walked into the picture. There he stood before me, his eyes were the only thing seen within the darkness wrapped around us. His eyes seemed to peer through me, looking through every insecurity and exposing it. Never had I felt such a vulnerable feeling.

Frank Hart
Corey…I just want to thank you for saving me

Corey Casey
It was nothing, its what the New Dawn is all about. You see Frank I didn’t just spear you from death, I gave you a second chance at life…you my son have been reborn!

Frank Hart
Nonetheless, I owe you my life

Corey Casey
Look around you Frank, everything you see is protected by the New Dawn. Were bigger then a wrestling stable, we really are a whole new religion

Frank Hart
I can see that

Corey Casey
You’ll see so much more very soon Frank, the world will be clear your rise to the top will be standing in front of you. All I need is your pledge of Alliance

Frank Hart
It’s yours…I owe that much to you

Corey Casey
Glad to hear, because this week are war reaches another level. I plan on taking back NLWF . I’m going to bring it to the level it was never at before. And it all starts this week at Revolution

I looked away from Corey, he was ambitious to say the least

Corey Casey
Your only task are simple, Take out Nick Ridicule…

I looked at Corey

Frank Hart
I…Why Nick?

Corey Casey
He stands for everything that is wrong Frank. He turned his back on you, he could have easily saved you from Lauren…But didn’t. He was all set to leave you there to DIE!!! So I believe the question you should be asking is why not

He was right, but it’s still Alex…He was just mad…He would have saved me, wouldn’t he? I nodded to Corey, I hoped Nick would forgive me somewhere down the line

Corey Casey
There is another task Frank

There’s more?

Frank Hart
Anything my lord

Corey Casey
Ashtyn Sky…She needs to be sacrifice

I was dumbfounded, it was right then and there I figured something out about Corey, he was bat shit crazy with power, or just wasn’t all there. Ashtyn had nothing to do with his ‘War’

Frank Hart
Why Ashtyn?

Corey Casey
Because I said so, Frank! If your going to question every task I give you, were going to run into trouble

Frank Hart
Why go to such lengths to embarrass me?

I asked, continuing to stare in his piercing eyes.

Frank Hart
"Why try and destroy everything I am?

Corey Casey
"Because it's my time. Everything you stood for was thrown out the window when you kidnapped Ashley! This is are pay back to all of them Frank! I've earned my right to be the best, to be the leader of a New Dawn that must be accepted by you. You must realize who has become the driving force within this industry, and it's no longer you, amigo."

He said, letting off a fit of laughter. I knew the truth about Ashley, I was just the fall guy ...there were other parties behind the kidnapping. I had seen these eyes long before this day. Whether it be deja vu or not, I knew I had seen them before. Those same eyes had haunted me before this moment, I could feel the familiarity of this uncomforted

Frank Hart
Don't you see the hilarity of this situation Corey? I lost my footing for a mere few seconds, and my world around me fell. What make you think you won't lose your compassion now that you're at the top?

I asked, this time with confidence in my tone, hoping to catch Corey off guard. Corey rolled with laughter before me, as I stared at him, my stomach hungry for violence. I would've loved to smash his face in, but I had learned the art of patience. There was a time for everything; this wasn't the time nor the place.

One thing was sure, I wouldn’t be a part of the New Dawn. Everything would be ready soon. I'd exact my revenge.

Frank Hart
Corey, I didn't come for confrontation. But I can’t go along with your plan to sacrifice Ashtyn Sky…She has nothing to do with this and you know it!

Corey Casey
This?

He asked, pointing to the city of Salvation

Corey Casey
This is what I had to take! I had to wait for the death of Brenton to take all of this! This is all mine, and will be until someone digs it from my cold, dead fingers.

That won't be a problem very soon, you son of a bitch. I thought to myself. As I headed to the door

Corey Casey
You will sacrifice Ashtyn Frank…YOU OWE ME!

I stop in front of the door, I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself but he was right, I did owe him. But I also owed myself and I wouldn’t be sacrificing Ash. I opened the door and left Corey to his city

+++
Frank Hart
This is the big day Steven. This is where your aspirations come true, and you square off with a legend. This is where you find out if all the hard work put into building up to this was worth it. This, my friend, is where you realize only one thing.

I’m on a completely different level.

But hey Steven, at least you made it this far. At least you made it to the finals. Not only that, you managed to learn how to read and write, and became just barely literate enough to conduct a comprehensible promo...Or maybe not. The truth is, at times, your promos barely even make sense, and your long and overdone segment rants are even worse. Do you ever... I don't know...

SHUT THE FUCK UP?

No, no you don't. Say what you want about me, and recycle all those stale insults about me being in over my head and belittle my promos all you want, while you constantly do nothing to stand out in this place, you couldn’t even keep the undisputed championship longer then a night!

See, you’re not facing anyone in the middle to lower card. You’re not facing a guy who simply settles for mediocrity. Oh no, I’ll fight through the odds Steven, Ill not only fight em, but Ill leave you feeling like you just been rape, and when you turn around it’ll be the course of Corey Casey laying on top of you.

Look at what he’s done for you, Steven. Nothing. Nothing at all. He’s putting you in a match against me? Even with Corey’s help, your as good as dead. If you have severe injuries after this match, don’t point your finger to me. Rather, point that broken leg of yours to Corey Casey. Then you can sue him for everything he’s worth.

What do you think your chances are?


I mean, how well do you think you’re going to do? When you’re in your locker room before the match, what are you going to be thinking of? Is it the reversal to the DVD Moment? Is it your superstardom if you beat me? It’s two on one Steven, your supposed to win! I’m not even supposed to be a factor but yet here I am. I just made Corey shit himself, and now I’m doing the same to you! What I would suggest is going to the local art store, buying a dry erase easel, writing strategies on it and think about them long and hard. Think about those strategies and how they’re going to work. Watch tapes of me in the ring and base strategies on that. Then take the dry erase easel and break it into a million pieces.

Why?

Well, none of those strategies are going to work against me. No strategy you can come up with is going to work against me. You can plot for hours on how to get the upper hand on me, but realize that it won’t work. Everything has been attempted on me and for eight months, nothing has worked.

This handicap match, will end up another failed attempt to take me down

I beg of you, just lie down. Let me pin you and we can get this over with. If you don’t and you try to resist arrest, I’ll just throw you against the turnbuckle and beat you down. I guess you can be good for my hunger. You’re like a Ballpark Frank. Then maybe a big hand can come out of my chest and smack you back into reality.

So, Steven consider yourself fucked.

Consider this the last time you walk down the ramp, alive, with your boots on. Because when you enter the ring with me one thing is simply going to happen to you.

I'm going to break your pride.