Post by Corey Bull on Aug 18, 2019 21:47:31 GMT -5
**Hours before Uprising is to start, Corey Bull is walking the arena, the silver death mask dangling from his belt and resting on his hip like a parasitic companion. He is in the nosebleed seats, overlooking the ring being set up and other various elements of the show being prepared. Bull finally stops walking and sits down, looking over the arena**
“You don’t get it. Very few people would get it. To you it's simply about revenge and attempting to prove your so much better than us. Both are pety. How much more do you need Black? People still worship you. We even looked up to you at one point. We guess...in a way...we still do. But we have outgrown you. This isn’t a matter of being better than you...it is a matter of proving a point. If it was a matter of just beating you...then we would merrily walk down with the rest of the group and proceed to beat you and Frank...since we both know he will be around..into the arena floor till you both stopped moving. In fact...I fully intend Frank to get involved. That is something completely out of your control Black. You more than likely told him not to get involved...you want this one on one as much as we do. But we know Frank. Frank is still pissy about this attack we caused...and rightfully so. But we don’t expect him to heed your words. Take a moment to think about it Black. Would you heed your own words?”
**Bull stands again, shaking out his arms and swinging them in a stretching manner**
“We can not even begin to speak of the depth of the importance of this moment to us. We know we could try...we could use color combinations of words designed to elicit the correct responses from those that understand the depth of the cause. But it would be fruitless...hopeless to speak them to you Black. And frankly...words would not do it justice. All you really need to understand Black...is that we will put every last ounce of fight into this match. We will not give up...we will not surrender. It isn’t even an option...the mere thought of it makes us sick to our stomach. You are going to have to knock us out cold.”
**Bull stops pacing and sits back down**
“And that is assuming of course...that we allow you to get that far. But that isn’t going to happen...we won’t allow it. We can’t allow it. We mustn’t allow it. We want to do more than just win...more then just prove that point. We want to watch you bleed out.”
**Bulls eyes sparkle...something not pleasant**
“You want a monster...you will get a monster. There is no denying that there is a part of us that wants to do more than just win. And why should we deny ourselves our wants and needs...our most inner of desires.”
**Bull grabs the backs of the seats in front of him and lunges forward, coming over the seats to be right in front of the camera...his eyes like a pair of wild beasts...nothing but cold hatred oozing out of them**
“We are going to split you open and watch you die! We are going to tear you apart...piece. Each piece we rip off will be tossed to the ravenous fans of Action Wrestling so that they too can hold a piece of history. Imagine how many of your pieces get sold on Ebay...then double it! People will cut off pieces of the ring...and anywhere else that you bleed...and covet them like religious regalia. You will get everything you want Black. Worshipped like a god. People will compare you to Jesus Christ. Except you won’t be given the chance to rise. Your redemption will have to come at the hands of another and we fully intend to put him in the ground next to you. You will become a martyr for your own legacy. This is practically a gift. If you take out the dismemberment...and murder...and open relishing of your demise. But it’s needed. A required sacrifice. The horde will be pleased...hell there will be wrestlers in the back that will be pleased. Even the ones that won’t openly admit it.”
**Bull sweeps his hair back out of his eyes**
“But you don’t even take us seriously. So what do you have to worry about..right? We couldn’t possibly do all the things we say we are going to do because...the king of wrestlers himself doesn’t believe it is possible. And we all know how kings have always been right.”
**The last comment with a sarcastic grin and obvious sarcasm in the voice**
“Kings and gods. Nothing more than individuals or ideals lifted up too high for their own good. Sooner or later...those who lifted you will see what they have done and regret their ideological enthusiasm. But we don’t have time for the horde to uprise and fall over you like a wounded animal at a wolf convention. Instead...we are going to have to expedite the process and take you down ourselves. And we will take you down Corey. We will drag you to the doors of Hades if we have to just to win. And we don’t give a fuck is Cerberus himself takes a bite out of our ass when we do it. We WILL beat you! We WILL take you down!”
“ƛƝƊ ƜЄ ƜƖԼԼ ЄƝʆƠƳ ƖƬ!”
**Bull stares intently into the camera, a deep and demonic chuckle on his lips as the camera fades to black**
“You don’t get it. Very few people would get it. To you it's simply about revenge and attempting to prove your so much better than us. Both are pety. How much more do you need Black? People still worship you. We even looked up to you at one point. We guess...in a way...we still do. But we have outgrown you. This isn’t a matter of being better than you...it is a matter of proving a point. If it was a matter of just beating you...then we would merrily walk down with the rest of the group and proceed to beat you and Frank...since we both know he will be around..into the arena floor till you both stopped moving. In fact...I fully intend Frank to get involved. That is something completely out of your control Black. You more than likely told him not to get involved...you want this one on one as much as we do. But we know Frank. Frank is still pissy about this attack we caused...and rightfully so. But we don’t expect him to heed your words. Take a moment to think about it Black. Would you heed your own words?”
**Bull stands again, shaking out his arms and swinging them in a stretching manner**
“We can not even begin to speak of the depth of the importance of this moment to us. We know we could try...we could use color combinations of words designed to elicit the correct responses from those that understand the depth of the cause. But it would be fruitless...hopeless to speak them to you Black. And frankly...words would not do it justice. All you really need to understand Black...is that we will put every last ounce of fight into this match. We will not give up...we will not surrender. It isn’t even an option...the mere thought of it makes us sick to our stomach. You are going to have to knock us out cold.”
**Bull stops pacing and sits back down**
“And that is assuming of course...that we allow you to get that far. But that isn’t going to happen...we won’t allow it. We can’t allow it. We mustn’t allow it. We want to do more than just win...more then just prove that point. We want to watch you bleed out.”
**Bulls eyes sparkle...something not pleasant**
“You want a monster...you will get a monster. There is no denying that there is a part of us that wants to do more than just win. And why should we deny ourselves our wants and needs...our most inner of desires.”
**Bull grabs the backs of the seats in front of him and lunges forward, coming over the seats to be right in front of the camera...his eyes like a pair of wild beasts...nothing but cold hatred oozing out of them**
“We are going to split you open and watch you die! We are going to tear you apart...piece. Each piece we rip off will be tossed to the ravenous fans of Action Wrestling so that they too can hold a piece of history. Imagine how many of your pieces get sold on Ebay...then double it! People will cut off pieces of the ring...and anywhere else that you bleed...and covet them like religious regalia. You will get everything you want Black. Worshipped like a god. People will compare you to Jesus Christ. Except you won’t be given the chance to rise. Your redemption will have to come at the hands of another and we fully intend to put him in the ground next to you. You will become a martyr for your own legacy. This is practically a gift. If you take out the dismemberment...and murder...and open relishing of your demise. But it’s needed. A required sacrifice. The horde will be pleased...hell there will be wrestlers in the back that will be pleased. Even the ones that won’t openly admit it.”
**Bull sweeps his hair back out of his eyes**
“But you don’t even take us seriously. So what do you have to worry about..right? We couldn’t possibly do all the things we say we are going to do because...the king of wrestlers himself doesn’t believe it is possible. And we all know how kings have always been right.”
**The last comment with a sarcastic grin and obvious sarcasm in the voice**
“Kings and gods. Nothing more than individuals or ideals lifted up too high for their own good. Sooner or later...those who lifted you will see what they have done and regret their ideological enthusiasm. But we don’t have time for the horde to uprise and fall over you like a wounded animal at a wolf convention. Instead...we are going to have to expedite the process and take you down ourselves. And we will take you down Corey. We will drag you to the doors of Hades if we have to just to win. And we don’t give a fuck is Cerberus himself takes a bite out of our ass when we do it. We WILL beat you! We WILL take you down!”
“ƛƝƊ ƜЄ ƜƖԼԼ ЄƝʆƠƳ ƖƬ!”
**Bull stares intently into the camera, a deep and demonic chuckle on his lips as the camera fades to black**