Post by Corey Bull on Aug 15, 2019 21:55:52 GMT -5
**Darkness. There is a faint sound, but not one that can be identified. The voice of Corey Bull is heard. It’s as warm as a corpse in a snowstorm.**
“Kings. Gods. Aristocracy and theology. Royalty and dogma.Two things that we have seen far enough in this business to know one thing.”
“Neither one truly exists.”
**The sound of footsteps coming closer.**
“Gods are simply a myth that mankind created to explain the creation of things. Until higher thought became involved. But the indoctrination of dogma makes many...obedient to a cause that may not be as great as they believe. And royalty...that shit is just as bad. Belief that your birth makes you somehow greater than someone else...now that’s asinine.”
“But monsters...monsters are as real as the nose on your face or the breath that you take in to survive. We exist in so many forms. We stand next to you in live at the supermarket...we pick you up from the bar and drive you home...we stand watch at the door when the wolves are closing in. We are the beings you don’t see.”
“Sure, there are the “myths” of monsters. Werewolves, vampires, mummies...wives tales to make the children behave and do things to be good and well mannered. No...the monsters we are talking about are very real. And at Uprising...the world will see two go at it.”
“And those people will never be the same again.”
**The footsteps stop and there is a slight shuffling**
“Lets get it right out in the open Black. Your a man that has done many things in this world. Wrestling has been better because you have existed. Your legacy will be something that no one will ever be able to erase from wrestling history. Many will say the same about us. And we guess that’s for them to decide.”
“But now that that is said...we are going to have to publicly murder you...sir.”
**A chuckle...something way less human and a lot more demonic..that sinister echoing sound associated with demonic laughter**
“Odin Balfore calls this Horror Kore...so let's show them all what that means Black. Because who you are...and what you have done...will mean zero to us on Sunday. Respect leaves through the window. History will mean dick. Instead two true monsters of this business will look each other in the eye and then proceed to beat the living shit out of each other. And only one of us is going to walk out with that title. And we know...deep within our dark heart...it will not be you!”
“Kings. Gods. Aristocracy and theology. Royalty and dogma.Two things that we have seen far enough in this business to know one thing.”
“Neither one truly exists.”
**The sound of footsteps coming closer.**
“Gods are simply a myth that mankind created to explain the creation of things. Until higher thought became involved. But the indoctrination of dogma makes many...obedient to a cause that may not be as great as they believe. And royalty...that shit is just as bad. Belief that your birth makes you somehow greater than someone else...now that’s asinine.”
“But monsters...monsters are as real as the nose on your face or the breath that you take in to survive. We exist in so many forms. We stand next to you in live at the supermarket...we pick you up from the bar and drive you home...we stand watch at the door when the wolves are closing in. We are the beings you don’t see.”
“Sure, there are the “myths” of monsters. Werewolves, vampires, mummies...wives tales to make the children behave and do things to be good and well mannered. No...the monsters we are talking about are very real. And at Uprising...the world will see two go at it.”
“And those people will never be the same again.”
**The footsteps stop and there is a slight shuffling**
“Lets get it right out in the open Black. Your a man that has done many things in this world. Wrestling has been better because you have existed. Your legacy will be something that no one will ever be able to erase from wrestling history. Many will say the same about us. And we guess that’s for them to decide.”
“But now that that is said...we are going to have to publicly murder you...sir.”
**A chuckle...something way less human and a lot more demonic..that sinister echoing sound associated with demonic laughter**
“Odin Balfore calls this Horror Kore...so let's show them all what that means Black. Because who you are...and what you have done...will mean zero to us on Sunday. Respect leaves through the window. History will mean dick. Instead two true monsters of this business will look each other in the eye and then proceed to beat the living shit out of each other. And only one of us is going to walk out with that title. And we know...deep within our dark heart...it will not be you!”
**Another demonic chuckle, then a clearing of the throat**
“You know...we have always wanted to be at the top. But we are not what you would call...marketable. The system thought that by making a hardcore division...that they could placate individuals like us. The problem is...they haven’t really paid much attention to this division. James Wolf as a serious competitor is like Below Average Bob wrestling a pay per view main event for the World title. So we went and did what we thought would be best for the division. Sorry not sorry that it screwed up your tag team title visions. But we need the legitimate individuals of this violent world to stand in it. And if it means we need to step into matches and rattle heads...to drive people through holes in the floor....if that is what it takes to open the eyes to the needed shock to this culture....then so...fuckin...be it!”
“And in truth Black...we wanted it to be you. We wanted to stand across from you again. Because we are not that blind eyed individual looking to earn your respect. We intend to walk out to the ring and show the world what true violence looks like when it is initiated by two individuals with PHD’s in brutality.”
“And we have zero intentions of losing. We intend to put it all out there...to set everything on the line and let it ride. We will burn that arena down around your ears if that is what it takes to pin you. Everything…everything we intend to do...rides on this. This is more than just a match...more than a simple title defense...this is a message. A statement written in blood and violence...a picture painted before the eyes of the world.”
**Another demonic chuckle...longer than the last...more free so to speak**
“But it isn’t just about the message ...we want to hurt you. We want to take you to the very edge and then shove you over. We want to test ourselves and you. We want to open you up and show the world that you are just a simple man. So many worship the ground you walk on...so many wish they could be like you. We want to crush their theology of you…show the faithful that the king isn’t as great as everyone makes him out to be. So you better be ready. You better look beyond the revenge. You better make sure you are willing to go that extra mile.”
**There is a throat clearing sound, then a demonic laugh and the voice we hear next isn’t Bulls...and is**
"ƜЄ ƛƦЄ ƜƖԼԼƖƝƓ ƬƠ ƊƠ ƜӇƛƬ ƜЄ MƲƧƬ ƬƠ ƜƖƝ! ƁƳ ƛƝƳ MЄƛƝƧ ƝЄƇЄƧƧƛƦƳ!"
**A light flicks on in the darkness, and sitting ontop of a desk, podium, column, something...is the mask that once held Bull away and let the true Hatebringer out to play**
“You know...we have always wanted to be at the top. But we are not what you would call...marketable. The system thought that by making a hardcore division...that they could placate individuals like us. The problem is...they haven’t really paid much attention to this division. James Wolf as a serious competitor is like Below Average Bob wrestling a pay per view main event for the World title. So we went and did what we thought would be best for the division. Sorry not sorry that it screwed up your tag team title visions. But we need the legitimate individuals of this violent world to stand in it. And if it means we need to step into matches and rattle heads...to drive people through holes in the floor....if that is what it takes to open the eyes to the needed shock to this culture....then so...fuckin...be it!”
“And in truth Black...we wanted it to be you. We wanted to stand across from you again. Because we are not that blind eyed individual looking to earn your respect. We intend to walk out to the ring and show the world what true violence looks like when it is initiated by two individuals with PHD’s in brutality.”
“And we have zero intentions of losing. We intend to put it all out there...to set everything on the line and let it ride. We will burn that arena down around your ears if that is what it takes to pin you. Everything…everything we intend to do...rides on this. This is more than just a match...more than a simple title defense...this is a message. A statement written in blood and violence...a picture painted before the eyes of the world.”
**Another demonic chuckle...longer than the last...more free so to speak**
“But it isn’t just about the message ...we want to hurt you. We want to take you to the very edge and then shove you over. We want to test ourselves and you. We want to open you up and show the world that you are just a simple man. So many worship the ground you walk on...so many wish they could be like you. We want to crush their theology of you…show the faithful that the king isn’t as great as everyone makes him out to be. So you better be ready. You better look beyond the revenge. You better make sure you are willing to go that extra mile.”
**There is a throat clearing sound, then a demonic laugh and the voice we hear next isn’t Bulls...and is**
"ƜЄ ƛƦЄ ƜƖԼԼƖƝƓ ƬƠ ƊƠ ƜӇƛƬ ƜЄ MƲƧƬ ƬƠ ƜƖƝ! ƁƳ ƛƝƳ MЄƛƝƧ ƝЄƇЄƧƧƛƦƳ!"
**A light flicks on in the darkness, and sitting ontop of a desk, podium, column, something...is the mask that once held Bull away and let the true Hatebringer out to play**