And how would you like your lamb chops prepared (2 of 3)
Jun 5, 2019 18:53:50 GMT -5
Odin Balfore, Shadowlove, and 3 more like this
Post by Corey Bull on Jun 5, 2019 18:53:50 GMT -5
**Welcome to The Warehouse. Four Thousand square feet of space, filled with all the dressings of a construction company. But that isn’t what this is for. Inside this building, the mad behemoth known as the Hatebringer develops new and interesting ways to put the human body through the ringer. The camera moves slowly past the masses of pipes, sheets of metal, and other various items to the back, where there is a welder working overtime. Bull’s back is to the camera, a welding helmet over his face and the sparks flying around him. It looks as if he is modifying a baseball bat with barbed wire and other sharp metal objects. He stops and lifts the helmet, the embers on a weld slowly cooling and a sadistic smile is on his face. He rotates on the metal stool and looks at the camera, the smile still there**
“Well it’s good to finally hear someone actually talk. All we have had to listen to is Rage’s somewhat screaming. Though we are still trying to figure out if we heard anything worth listening to. We watched one man go shopping and another man piss on some random strangers tombstone..which was awkward for him we assume. Oh wait...that’s right...we don’t fucking care.”
**Bull sets the welder and helmet down and stands, walking slowly through the warehouse**
“Ego has nothing to do with this fight. This...is all about the violence. It’s about taking three individuals that think they are the future of this division...and stuffing their...fucking limbs...down their throats. It’s about showing the world…what real pain looks like. About being the best at taking a grown man and surgically tearing him apart. No “bull in a china shop”...but controlled chaos. Belief that we are just a monster of mayhem will get you gotten faster than you can shake a stick at. No...there is always a reason to the rhyme. Just because you don’t see it...doesn’t make it any less so. Understanding the battlefield...the opponents...and the best path to victory are just steps in the chaos. Being able to maim on the fly…well that's the work of a true artist.”
**Bull stops and turns to the camera**
“We really hope that the three of you aren’t just some bags of hot air blowing your shit in our direction. Because we don’t want this to be easy. No….we want you to think you have a chance. We want you riding high during the match...feeding off the crowd…looking around as if you have already won. We want you to truly believe that you have us beaten…just so we can snatch your moment from you and bury your ass! We want to stand above any of you...and watch the life fade from your eyes. To witness your career take the biggest dump of your lives. All live and in front of thousands of random spectating sheep who foolishly thought you were going to become champion.”
**The room seems to darken, as Bull is all that is visible**
“When your life seems to be meaningless and you don’t know what to do…”
“D.E.A.T.H. has the answer.”
“When the hopelessness has consumed you and you have no motivation to go on….”
“D.E.A.T.H. has the answer.”
“When all your attempts to overcome the Hatebringer have failed…”
“D.E.A.T.H. has the answer."
“D.E.A.T.H. has the answer to all that ails you. It does not matter what the question is. And we are going to bring it to you on wings made of hate and hellfire. This isn’t the beginning...but just one stop on our 2019 Trauma Tour. You three will become recipients of our hate…unwilling participants in our Trauma Tour…barely living art from the mind of a mad monster. Broken bones…torn muscles....blood drops falling to the floor…these are just the opening acts of the pains you will endure at Evolution Two. Because this division deserves more than three men that just think they are hardcore. This division deserves a sick...twisted...no fuck giving monster! An animal of a bygone era that should have been put down a long time ago. But no one has been able to step up and do it. Those that have tried….are no longer worth mentioning. Forgotten wastes of shit wrapped in human flesh costumes...attempting to masquerade as something they are not. Just like the three of you.”
**Bull stands to his full height and crosses his arms**
“We are what this division is about. We are the living and breathing example of what happens when you mix violence...rage...hate...and an unbridled passion for destroying lives....and you release it to the masses with no reins to hold it back. No rules...no limits...no safety et for the three of you.When we walk into Evolution Two...not only do we fully intend to walk out the new Hardcore Champion...but we fully intend to make it so that none of you can walk out of your own accord. We called ahead to make sure the trauma unit had enough blood prepared. We are going to make them earn that money."
“Well it’s good to finally hear someone actually talk. All we have had to listen to is Rage’s somewhat screaming. Though we are still trying to figure out if we heard anything worth listening to. We watched one man go shopping and another man piss on some random strangers tombstone..which was awkward for him we assume. Oh wait...that’s right...we don’t fucking care.”
**Bull sets the welder and helmet down and stands, walking slowly through the warehouse**
“Ego has nothing to do with this fight. This...is all about the violence. It’s about taking three individuals that think they are the future of this division...and stuffing their...fucking limbs...down their throats. It’s about showing the world…what real pain looks like. About being the best at taking a grown man and surgically tearing him apart. No “bull in a china shop”...but controlled chaos. Belief that we are just a monster of mayhem will get you gotten faster than you can shake a stick at. No...there is always a reason to the rhyme. Just because you don’t see it...doesn’t make it any less so. Understanding the battlefield...the opponents...and the best path to victory are just steps in the chaos. Being able to maim on the fly…well that's the work of a true artist.”
**Bull stops and turns to the camera**
“We really hope that the three of you aren’t just some bags of hot air blowing your shit in our direction. Because we don’t want this to be easy. No….we want you to think you have a chance. We want you riding high during the match...feeding off the crowd…looking around as if you have already won. We want you to truly believe that you have us beaten…just so we can snatch your moment from you and bury your ass! We want to stand above any of you...and watch the life fade from your eyes. To witness your career take the biggest dump of your lives. All live and in front of thousands of random spectating sheep who foolishly thought you were going to become champion.”
**The room seems to darken, as Bull is all that is visible**
“When your life seems to be meaningless and you don’t know what to do…”
“D.E.A.T.H. has the answer.”
“When the hopelessness has consumed you and you have no motivation to go on….”
“D.E.A.T.H. has the answer.”
“When all your attempts to overcome the Hatebringer have failed…”
“D.E.A.T.H. has the answer."
“D.E.A.T.H. has the answer to all that ails you. It does not matter what the question is. And we are going to bring it to you on wings made of hate and hellfire. This isn’t the beginning...but just one stop on our 2019 Trauma Tour. You three will become recipients of our hate…unwilling participants in our Trauma Tour…barely living art from the mind of a mad monster. Broken bones…torn muscles....blood drops falling to the floor…these are just the opening acts of the pains you will endure at Evolution Two. Because this division deserves more than three men that just think they are hardcore. This division deserves a sick...twisted...no fuck giving monster! An animal of a bygone era that should have been put down a long time ago. But no one has been able to step up and do it. Those that have tried….are no longer worth mentioning. Forgotten wastes of shit wrapped in human flesh costumes...attempting to masquerade as something they are not. Just like the three of you.”
**Bull stands to his full height and crosses his arms**
“We are what this division is about. We are the living and breathing example of what happens when you mix violence...rage...hate...and an unbridled passion for destroying lives....and you release it to the masses with no reins to hold it back. No rules...no limits...no safety et for the three of you.When we walk into Evolution Two...not only do we fully intend to walk out the new Hardcore Champion...but we fully intend to make it so that none of you can walk out of your own accord. We called ahead to make sure the trauma unit had enough blood prepared. We are going to make them earn that money."
"And after you are done being nailed by hate…you will truly understand what those five letters stand for.”
“Destroy”
“Destroy”
“Everything”
“And”
“Take”
“Honor!”
**Bull laughs, something stomach turning and heart breaking as the scene is overcome by white noise, then to a single image on the screen before fading to black**
**Bull laughs, something stomach turning and heart breaking as the scene is overcome by white noise, then to a single image on the screen before fading to black**