And for dessert, Ham Hock Pie (3 of 3)
Jun 8, 2019 0:32:36 GMT -5
Shadowlove, Guillotine (QDT), and 2 more like this
Post by Corey Bull on Jun 8, 2019 0:32:36 GMT -5
**The beautiful Tampa Bay sun shines down on Raymond James Stadium. Action Wrestling EvoFest is taking place outside the arena. Children laugh, caries stars sign autographs and take pictures with the fans. Inside the arena, the work crew of A-Dub are hard at getting the stadium ready for the most exciting thing to happen here in a long time. Up in the stadiums seating is Corey Bull. He sits in blue jeans, work boots, and a jean vest with no shirt. A black patch that reads “Brotherhood of the Highway” rests on the front of the vest, the other side having a patch that simple reads “Bull”. The man has his fingers linked and forearms resting on his knees as he looks out to the people below**
“Raymond James Stadium. Home to the Tampa Bay Buccaneers. Also home to the NCAA South Florida Bulls. Soon to be the most critical moment up to this point of the 2019 Trauma Tour. The crowning of Corey Bull as the first ever Hardcore Champion.”
**Bull grins, then gets a nostalgic look on his face as he continues, scanning the arena**
“We started in this business a long time ago in a little match called King of the Barbed Wire Challenge. 20 men locked inside a domed cage, a cage that had every metal piece possible wrapped in barbed wire. Weapons clung to the sides and the point was to simply be the last one standing. Knock outs, submissions, pins, all this and more was a legal way to win. And in the end, we stood tall. Now….this wasn’t for some title. We didn’t even know it at the time that it was for some trophy. And the payout wasn’t great. But that...that wasn’t the point. We entered that match to make a point...to let the world know we had come. You get one chance to make a first impression and we walked out the winner. We fought, clawed, beat, and maimed everyone that got in front of us. It was our birthing into the world of hardcore and we have been on the rise ever since.”
“And now we stand at the precipice of a new era. An era where we will be the measuring stick for the Hardcore Championship. This title means more to us then any of your lives do. To us it is the equal, if not greater, of the World Title. In fact, we will call it the Hardcore Heavyweight Championship from now on. Just to show the world that it represents something more than men and women beating themselves silly for a title. It means sacrifice. It means going the extra mile to be the very best. It means living your life...every single fucking day...right on the edge.”
**Bull finally turns to the camera”
“Rage is a meathead that lacks the coherent understanding to control his so called rage and use it as a focused weapon. Buffet tables around the world are currently cowering at the thought of him. But we are not. Wolf is a unimaginative ant begging to be crushed under boot. He lacks the vision to be the one to stand at the top of this division. And Slayer isn’t focused like you would think one would be when they are fighting for what is legitimately the most dangerous of all the titles. We think he didn’t even really want to be in this match. In fact, we are pretty sure that Bob Ross could have somehow found his way down to the ring that night and he would have been in this match. Slayer just happened to get out there first because Bob was busy painting a happy little tree in heaven.”
**Bulls eyes take on a new look...one seen before...a predatory look. But his words are cold and straight forward...like a knife cut**
“You three are just prey to us. No amount of fighting...no amount of bullshit words will change that. All we see…is three little sheep walking into their own slaughter...and they have no idea it’s going to happen. Your ignorant to the facts…delusional in your thinking. The three of you see this as an easy win for you all. But even we understand that this will not be an easy win...but it will be a win. Because we are the epitome of violence. We were made for this very thing...to maim…tear…bludgeon...and out right fuck up someone. There will be no mercy…there will be no tears…only pain. The sound of your bones grinding together at the broken points...slowly being rotated in manners they were not meant to go. Ligaments snapping and rolling up like a yo yo.”
**Bull pulls the camera close, his voice deep and almost a whisper**
“The very essence that makes you...you...slowly leaking out of your frame...like a busted oil pan on a rundown lemon. Winning the title will be the least of your concerns come Evolution Two. Surviving the monstrous storm known as the Hatebringer will be prominent on your minds. But to us...this is just another day at the office and the prize of walking out the inaugural Hardcore Heavyweight Champion is worth every broken bone...bloodied face...and destroyed career. You won’t just be nailed by hate or be a part of the 2019 Trauma Tour….”
**Bull gets real close and his eyes are like vipers preparing to strike**
“You will be lambs that were slaughtered to crown a hardcore king.”
**Bull leans back and looks out over the stadium, his sick, twisted laughter following us out as the camera fades to black**