Post by Corey Bull on Aug 17, 2019 18:35:06 GMT -5
**We open up to Corey Bull hitting a really heavy bag. His fists are taped up and he is tossing rights and lefts like his life depended on it. Sweat glistens on his brow. Near him, sitting on a bench, watching all this like an ominous presence, is the silver death mask. When Bull starts to talk, his voice is deep and cold**
“You still think we are just some starry eyed guy looking up to a man who was as hardcore as they come? Do you think we have forgotten what you did to us? We took that burning hammer and knew...when the lights went out...we were not ready for you. Since then..we have done more and more training to get to a level where we felt ready for you. But just because you beat us once..does not mean you will do so again. In fact...we will not allow it Black.”
**Bull stops hitting the bag**
“But as for you thinking you know us and the things we have done and the trials we have been through...your fucking dead wrong. Federations died and we moved on. It is the way of this world. Only the really good ones...with administrations that know what the fuck they are doing...survive longer then a few weeks in some shitty high school gyms to become pillars of the wrestling society. So we picked some shit ones. It happens. We moved on and found better ones. We went to ACW for almost four years, had a gap of shit places that came and went faster than most men on a Saturday night...PWSI for five years before they fell through, then to UCI, then to NBW, and now we are here in Action wrestling.”
“But what does that really got to do with us kicking the shit out of you? Abso-fucking-lutley nothing! Where we have been...what we have done...it means nothing when it comes to Sunday. Just the past...nothing more than faded moments in time.”
**Bull walks over to a bench and takes a big drink out of the water bottle**
“As far as Culture Shock is concerned...well it’s more then just backup Black. It is people who saw the same things we did and they came to the call to arms we laid out there. Time and again, we were there doing things in plain view...but only those that really wanted to see it did. But don’t you worry about it. They won’t be coming out for this match. We either beat you on our own...or we don’t. But we don’t intend on losing. It means too much...too much is at stake and we needed someone who was a legit fighter to push ourself against.”
“But you really can’t be too surprised Black. After all, we didn’t do anything that wasn’t already a chapter in the Corey Black playbook. Go ahead...try to tell us you never attacked anyone from behind...never once swung a steel chair at them. It obviously got the point across to the uppers.”
“And do you really think for a second that WeaslyDick is going to beat the Hollywood Elite. They may be a pack of rabid assholes...but there is no way they can fuck this one up. And you will get your chance...and the Man Made Gods will wear the tag team titles. So you have to wait a little longer. Suck it up Black. If you are half as confident as you act...then your little “you took gold from my waist” bullshit isn’t going to fly here.”
“You still think we are just some starry eyed guy looking up to a man who was as hardcore as they come? Do you think we have forgotten what you did to us? We took that burning hammer and knew...when the lights went out...we were not ready for you. Since then..we have done more and more training to get to a level where we felt ready for you. But just because you beat us once..does not mean you will do so again. In fact...we will not allow it Black.”
**Bull stops hitting the bag**
“But as for you thinking you know us and the things we have done and the trials we have been through...your fucking dead wrong. Federations died and we moved on. It is the way of this world. Only the really good ones...with administrations that know what the fuck they are doing...survive longer then a few weeks in some shitty high school gyms to become pillars of the wrestling society. So we picked some shit ones. It happens. We moved on and found better ones. We went to ACW for almost four years, had a gap of shit places that came and went faster than most men on a Saturday night...PWSI for five years before they fell through, then to UCI, then to NBW, and now we are here in Action wrestling.”
“But what does that really got to do with us kicking the shit out of you? Abso-fucking-lutley nothing! Where we have been...what we have done...it means nothing when it comes to Sunday. Just the past...nothing more than faded moments in time.”
**Bull walks over to a bench and takes a big drink out of the water bottle**
“As far as Culture Shock is concerned...well it’s more then just backup Black. It is people who saw the same things we did and they came to the call to arms we laid out there. Time and again, we were there doing things in plain view...but only those that really wanted to see it did. But don’t you worry about it. They won’t be coming out for this match. We either beat you on our own...or we don’t. But we don’t intend on losing. It means too much...too much is at stake and we needed someone who was a legit fighter to push ourself against.”
“But you really can’t be too surprised Black. After all, we didn’t do anything that wasn’t already a chapter in the Corey Black playbook. Go ahead...try to tell us you never attacked anyone from behind...never once swung a steel chair at them. It obviously got the point across to the uppers.”
“And do you really think for a second that WeaslyDick is going to beat the Hollywood Elite. They may be a pack of rabid assholes...but there is no way they can fuck this one up. And you will get your chance...and the Man Made Gods will wear the tag team titles. So you have to wait a little longer. Suck it up Black. If you are half as confident as you act...then your little “you took gold from my waist” bullshit isn’t going to fly here.”
**Bull returns to the heavy bag and lines up some shots**
“But what are you worried about Black. We are a nobody...nothing...scum...and easy take down. Because that's all you want to see. That is all you will ever see. Your own judgement will be your downfall. You will fail because you choose to see nothing more than a spineless individual. But your wrong. Dead. Fucking. Wrong. And we are going to enjoy proving you wrong. And more than that...we are going to enjoy tearing you apart. We will relish in the sounds of your bones breaking. The collapse of your lungs. The tearing of your muscles. Your tendons rolling up like a yo-yo. Every moment...every breath you take will become harder and harder to get.”
“Our attitude will be cold...our demeanor calm...and our attack lethal. This is our moment...we will not come at it half-assed. You would think with the preparation we are going through...that you were the champion. To be totally truthful...there are many that would say you are a champion without a title.”
**Bull stops swinging**
“But beating you means more than holding the title. Sure...holding onto this title means a hell of a lot to us. Not only does it make us the standard bearer of a division that needs to be highlighted...but it gives us a key to stepping through the darkness and into the light. But beating you...a man that is who he is...that means so much more. More than anyone but people like us Black...could understand. You don’t think highly of us...that's fine. We are not doing this so you will think highly of us. We are doing this to prove a point.”
“And we are going to drive you through the mat as the nail in this point.”
**Bull pushes lightly off the bag and starts punching at it again, going through very precise combos as the camera fades to black**