Daniel Corey vs Shawn Hillard

[Ryan Cooke]

Good luck to both!

[teamelite]

[06/20/09]

"You know what, I've said it before and I'll keep saying it... I'm the best!" Daniel Corey shouted that over and over as the blood from his forehead poured out. He stumbled around the backstage area, leaving a trail of blood spot and bloody hand prints alone the white painted walls. He stood victorious over a legend, victorious over C.J. Rowell

"Nobody can stop me, hoes!" Corey yelled out as he reached the Team ELITE locker room.

[Present Day]

Daniel Corey was on Cloud Nine. He and Chris Butler were just weeks away from addining the WWA World Tag Team Titles to the gold Butler and Carlos Rodriguez just won, the PPW Tag Team Titles. Also, upon defeating Rowell, he emerged as the number two contender to the PPW Heavyweight Title, held by the legendary Jake Rockwell.

Chris Butler was excited in his own right, but he was just more capable of holding his excitement inside himself. Carlos Rodriguez, on the other hand, was alongside Corey at the bar, buying rounds of jello shots for the Hooters girls.

"Hell yes, C-Rod, we're the best!" Corey shouted down the bar where Rodriguez was getting his 'mack' on with three blonde in short skirts and halter tops. Rodriguez was dressed to impress with a blue dress shirt, black slacks and white shoes.

Corey, on the other hand, was wearing blue jean shorts, white Nike mid top Air Forces and a gray t-shirt, pouring beer down one Hispanic girl's shirt. "We're on top of the world! Fuck Team Danger and Dusty Griffith and Rowell and everyone else, dude!

"But seriously, what the fuck?" Corey stopped as the picture froze behind him. It faded to gray as he, still in color, stepped out of the scene. He stood before the scene, looking back, before giving a hard, cold stare right at the camera.

"Where's my title shot, Rockwell? You're ducking me by fighting Durant and Kaladaro? Are you serious?!? Dude, look at me, I'm the King of the World right now. I took out your old thorn in the side, that loud mouthed moron with the bum knee."

Corey pointed down to his right knee. "Wait, you have a bum knee too, plus you were also in PNW, just like Rowell. Oh yeah, you also have a similar name, dude. So, that alone means I'm going to beat you."

Corey shook his head in diappointment. "Shawn Hillard, welcome back to the jungle, man. I watched you in WMW and I'm impressed with what you've done, but what I'm surprised with is why you are here? Is the trucking business not making ends meet anymore, bucko? Are you itching for a fight?

"If you're looking for a fight, you've picked out the best of the best here, my dude. I'm the leader of Team ELITE and it's not just a name, man, it's a way of life."

Corey looked back at the picture of his friends and the girls. "So, if you don't mind, I've got to go get my grind on with these bitches."

The picture comes back to life as Butler and C-Rod just stare at Corey. "Nevermind" was all Corey said before getting back to the party.

[Mikko]

"Back to the grind."

It's been over two years since Shawn Hillard was a permanent active member of any roster. And that was without a two hour plane ride halfway across the country.

"It's funny, not a lot has changed in this business. Even stretching out towards the West here, you run into the same set of challenges."

Face value, or was that more introspective? Is he talking about his former rival Heatwave?

"Daniel Corey."

Oh. Yeah. That guy.

"You remind me of so many people I've encountered over the years. Some friends, some bitter enemies and some that are just... Unexplainable."

I know that one, it's BLADE!

"First of all, I suppose I should thank you for the warm welcome. It's good to know people are paying attention to you after you've been laying low for so long."

Awwww

"But..."

OK here comes the dirt!

"I have a few things that I need to correct you on. The first one I'll just set you straight about concerns my occupation outside the ring. I am not, nor have I ever been a trucker. Though I'm honored you'd confuse me with my father, you might want to get your facts straight before you go shooting your mouth off."

Oooooh snap!

"Now, on a similar topic. The marquee says 'Pro Wrestling'. I am a professional wrestler. Like you, like your former mentor CJ Rowell, like everybody else in that PPW locker room."

Your point?

"So no, I've not come to pick a fight. This isn't MMA, this is PPW and I'm here to wrestle. It's easy for someone who's never tried to walk away from that, to start making smart ass remarks. But until you try, you'll never understand. It's in my blood, it is truly a part of your soul. So maybe that will help you understand why I'm here Daniel."

Well, that's a load off my mind.

"You boast about being a member of 'Team' Elite. Well, that's just fine. But on August 9th I'm wrestling Daniel Corey. All by himself; alone. So 'grind' on with your women, and drink those beers. I'm going to go train. That's the difference between a professional wrestler and some punk who just thinks he's one. See you on the 9th, good luck."

Wow!