Post by Corey Bull on Sept 12, 2019 14:06:23 GMT -5
April 8th, 2002
Kagoshima, Japan
OFF CAMERA
We see a younger version of the monster that is Corey Bull walking outside of the Kagoshima Arena. The metal death mask rides on his face like a welcome friend. Next to him is a libidinous woman. She has the dress of a business woman, but the suit can not hide the desire that one would have for her flesh. Curves and muscle in all the right places. Her small stature just makes the woman all the more tantalizing.
“Are you sure you are ready for this Buru?”
A chuckle. Bull enjoyed the way she said Bull in her native tongue.
“We are sure. We need this. It has been too long and we have been soft in the normal style of American wrestling. We need to refresh ourselves and return to our roots. What a better way then a violent deathmatch?”
“I understand, but you have been here for only three weeks. Do you not think you should continue on your path of wrestling as it were? You have come very close to the top.”
Bull shakes his head. He stops and turns her gently to face him, his hands on her shoulders.
“Do not worry for us Kahoru. We will be fine.”
Her smile is infectious, even when it is said.
“Of course I worry Buru. I would not want anything to happen to you.”
It is as if the mask smiles.
“Laney would be happy to know someone like you is watching out for us while we are here. Thank you for all that you have done.”
A hint of something - Jealousy? Sadness? - is seen in the sparkling eyes of Kahoru.
“You are most welcome Buru. It is my job as regional manager to ensure that all the fighters are in good condition.”
Bull smiles...or more specifically, the mask seems to. Bull knows the frustration the woman has. But Bull is faithful...even with one as tempting as Kahoru. Bull can not deny the strong attraction he has to the woman. She is every perverts fantasy mixed with a strength that is undeniable. This is no ones push over. No..this woman has the fight to make one pay for thinking this. But Bull...is Bull. Crazy. Violent. Destructive. And faithful.
“We will see you tonight after the fight. We can go get some sekihan and sake later.”
“You are right. We shall. You take care and have a good fight tonight.”
Both bow slightly to each other and Kahoru walks off as Bull turns to the arena. Out of the shadows walks a much younger, but no less beautiful Raven Darkhawk.
“Gee, there is a surprise. Our sister is following us again.”
“Your wife paid me good. Besides, it isn’t like I had anything else to do.”
“Is Lacey really that worried?”
“About women? No. About the Tribunal? Absolutely. They have it out for you and they don’t care where you are wrestling. You embarrassed their champion.”
“Guy was a fucking dope. Not our fault he couldn’t stand up to the hype he made.”
“And that is the reason they are so interested in seeing you fall. They hated Apocalypse...he made you what you are...they see beating you as a way to get at you and Apoc.”
“Good luck. They want us, they can come to Japan and deal with us.”
“And that is why I am here. Lacey is visiting Uncle Vlad and you know ain’t no one getting near her there. So here I am, looking out for you.”
“Well better to have you watching our back and not need it, then to need it and you not be here. Besides, we need someone to spar with before tonight. None of the other guys will do it anymore.”
Raven puts her hand over Bulls back. They start to walk into the arena.
“Maybe you should stop punching them in the face.”
Kagoshima, Japan
OFF CAMERA
We see a younger version of the monster that is Corey Bull walking outside of the Kagoshima Arena. The metal death mask rides on his face like a welcome friend. Next to him is a libidinous woman. She has the dress of a business woman, but the suit can not hide the desire that one would have for her flesh. Curves and muscle in all the right places. Her small stature just makes the woman all the more tantalizing.
“Are you sure you are ready for this Buru?”
A chuckle. Bull enjoyed the way she said Bull in her native tongue.
“We are sure. We need this. It has been too long and we have been soft in the normal style of American wrestling. We need to refresh ourselves and return to our roots. What a better way then a violent deathmatch?”
“I understand, but you have been here for only three weeks. Do you not think you should continue on your path of wrestling as it were? You have come very close to the top.”
Bull shakes his head. He stops and turns her gently to face him, his hands on her shoulders.
“Do not worry for us Kahoru. We will be fine.”
Her smile is infectious, even when it is said.
“Of course I worry Buru. I would not want anything to happen to you.”
It is as if the mask smiles.
“Laney would be happy to know someone like you is watching out for us while we are here. Thank you for all that you have done.”
A hint of something - Jealousy? Sadness? - is seen in the sparkling eyes of Kahoru.
“You are most welcome Buru. It is my job as regional manager to ensure that all the fighters are in good condition.”
Bull smiles...or more specifically, the mask seems to. Bull knows the frustration the woman has. But Bull is faithful...even with one as tempting as Kahoru. Bull can not deny the strong attraction he has to the woman. She is every perverts fantasy mixed with a strength that is undeniable. This is no ones push over. No..this woman has the fight to make one pay for thinking this. But Bull...is Bull. Crazy. Violent. Destructive. And faithful.
“We will see you tonight after the fight. We can go get some sekihan and sake later.”
“You are right. We shall. You take care and have a good fight tonight.”
Both bow slightly to each other and Kahoru walks off as Bull turns to the arena. Out of the shadows walks a much younger, but no less beautiful Raven Darkhawk.
“Gee, there is a surprise. Our sister is following us again.”
“Your wife paid me good. Besides, it isn’t like I had anything else to do.”
“Is Lacey really that worried?”
“About women? No. About the Tribunal? Absolutely. They have it out for you and they don’t care where you are wrestling. You embarrassed their champion.”
“Guy was a fucking dope. Not our fault he couldn’t stand up to the hype he made.”
“And that is the reason they are so interested in seeing you fall. They hated Apocalypse...he made you what you are...they see beating you as a way to get at you and Apoc.”
“Good luck. They want us, they can come to Japan and deal with us.”
“And that is why I am here. Lacey is visiting Uncle Vlad and you know ain’t no one getting near her there. So here I am, looking out for you.”
“Well better to have you watching our back and not need it, then to need it and you not be here. Besides, we need someone to spar with before tonight. None of the other guys will do it anymore.”
Raven puts her hand over Bulls back. They start to walk into the arena.
“Maybe you should stop punching them in the face.”
Both laugh as they enter the arena.
September 12th, 2019
The bowels of Suntory Hall
8:00 AM
On Camera
**This has got to be the nicest lower realms that we have ever seen up to this point. Clean..ish. Painted white. As if they care about it down here. But this has not stopped Corey Bull from redecorating the place. In a room reserved for boilers and maintenance personnel...Bull stands next to a white brick wall and paints it in blood red. Hopefully it is paint. Large letters stain the wall.
“You must submit to supreme suffering in order to discover the completion of joy.”
Strange musing on a wall from the monster, but there they are nonetheless. Bull stands back from his moment of reflection, the lights glinting off of the silver death mask that now graces his being. It almost seems to grin a sadistic smile as he sets down the bucket and brush. He suddenly stands still, his head rotating slowly to the camera, his eyes predatory. It is as if he is seeing the camera for the first time, not as an object, but as a subject of the hunt. He moves in a slow but graceful manner to the other side of the room, his back to the door, cutting off all means of escape. A deep chuckle escapes the mask as he speaks in his deep voice**
“Were you aware that, according to the crime scene dichotomy, organized crimes of a serial killer are premeditated and carefully planned. That Organized criminals are antisocial, often psychopathic, but know right from wrong, are not insane, and show no remorse?”
“Well we check off those boxes...mostly.”
**Another chuckle**
“It is hard to imagine at this point that most do not believe we are not insane. It’s why we can’t check that box off just yet. After all, do the insane know they are insane? Do the sane know they are sane? Is anyone truly sane anymore? In the end...will it matter?”
**Bull stands and shrugs his shoulders**
“Most likely..it will not. But all this metaphysical thinking is something for later musings. After all...what does it have to do with tomorrow night?”
“Everything and nothing all at the same time.”
**Another chuckle**
“Frank. Corey. All this fuss...this ranting and raving over spilt milk. You sound like a couple of teenagers who just got told they can’t go to the dance.”
**Bull uses a whiny voice**
“But you did this and prevented us from doing that!?”
**Bull clears his throat and shakes his head**
“Fucking get over it. It is disgusting to listen to two people that call themselves Man Made Gods act like a Disney film star stereotype. This...this is the two men we should be fearful off? Pathetic. We understand you are a pair of tough individuals...but it is near impossible to take you seriously when you act like you are acting. So we attacked you when you weren't looking. This is a dog eat dog industry and if your sitting on the porch licking your balls..then someone is taking your yard. The dog on the porch don’t whine about it...he walks down and tries to take his yard back. No fuss...no bitching...just straight to the point.”
“And hey..you have beaten us both before. Congratulations...want a fucking cookie? The sun shines on a dogs ass once in awhile...so why does it matter if you have done something before or not. It doesn't signify that you are going to do it again...or will even be capable of doing so again. All your doing is puffing out your chest and assuming the inevitable.”
“ƁƲƬ ƳƠƲ ƛƦЄ ƜƦƠƝƓ!”
**Bulls eyes grow fierce...his voice more predatory...the mask just a hint more sadistic**
“No...this isn’t going to be like any of the other times. This is a deathmatch. We broke bread with the industry in death matches. Japan is like a second home to us. This is where the artist will prepare and present his greatest masterpiece to date. A masterpiece written in the blood of his rivals and infused with their moans and screams of pain. A symphony of suffering. A Van Gogh of violence.”
“Your opening moans will be the beginning...the start of something spectacular. Soon..your bones breaking and your blood spilling to the mat will rise the crescendo. And then we shall paint the ring...the walls..the people...with the blood of gods. And they will scream to the heavens of your sacrifice so that they shall see true salvation.”
September 12th, 2019
The bowels of Suntory Hall
8:00 AM
On Camera
**This has got to be the nicest lower realms that we have ever seen up to this point. Clean..ish. Painted white. As if they care about it down here. But this has not stopped Corey Bull from redecorating the place. In a room reserved for boilers and maintenance personnel...Bull stands next to a white brick wall and paints it in blood red. Hopefully it is paint. Large letters stain the wall.
“You must submit to supreme suffering in order to discover the completion of joy.”
Strange musing on a wall from the monster, but there they are nonetheless. Bull stands back from his moment of reflection, the lights glinting off of the silver death mask that now graces his being. It almost seems to grin a sadistic smile as he sets down the bucket and brush. He suddenly stands still, his head rotating slowly to the camera, his eyes predatory. It is as if he is seeing the camera for the first time, not as an object, but as a subject of the hunt. He moves in a slow but graceful manner to the other side of the room, his back to the door, cutting off all means of escape. A deep chuckle escapes the mask as he speaks in his deep voice**
“Were you aware that, according to the crime scene dichotomy, organized crimes of a serial killer are premeditated and carefully planned. That Organized criminals are antisocial, often psychopathic, but know right from wrong, are not insane, and show no remorse?”
“Well we check off those boxes...mostly.”
**Another chuckle**
“It is hard to imagine at this point that most do not believe we are not insane. It’s why we can’t check that box off just yet. After all, do the insane know they are insane? Do the sane know they are sane? Is anyone truly sane anymore? In the end...will it matter?”
**Bull stands and shrugs his shoulders**
“Most likely..it will not. But all this metaphysical thinking is something for later musings. After all...what does it have to do with tomorrow night?”
“Everything and nothing all at the same time.”
**Another chuckle**
“Frank. Corey. All this fuss...this ranting and raving over spilt milk. You sound like a couple of teenagers who just got told they can’t go to the dance.”
**Bull uses a whiny voice**
“But you did this and prevented us from doing that!?”
**Bull clears his throat and shakes his head**
“Fucking get over it. It is disgusting to listen to two people that call themselves Man Made Gods act like a Disney film star stereotype. This...this is the two men we should be fearful off? Pathetic. We understand you are a pair of tough individuals...but it is near impossible to take you seriously when you act like you are acting. So we attacked you when you weren't looking. This is a dog eat dog industry and if your sitting on the porch licking your balls..then someone is taking your yard. The dog on the porch don’t whine about it...he walks down and tries to take his yard back. No fuss...no bitching...just straight to the point.”
“And hey..you have beaten us both before. Congratulations...want a fucking cookie? The sun shines on a dogs ass once in awhile...so why does it matter if you have done something before or not. It doesn't signify that you are going to do it again...or will even be capable of doing so again. All your doing is puffing out your chest and assuming the inevitable.”
“ƁƲƬ ƳƠƲ ƛƦЄ ƜƦƠƝƓ!”
**Bulls eyes grow fierce...his voice more predatory...the mask just a hint more sadistic**
“No...this isn’t going to be like any of the other times. This is a deathmatch. We broke bread with the industry in death matches. Japan is like a second home to us. This is where the artist will prepare and present his greatest masterpiece to date. A masterpiece written in the blood of his rivals and infused with their moans and screams of pain. A symphony of suffering. A Van Gogh of violence.”
“Your opening moans will be the beginning...the start of something spectacular. Soon..your bones breaking and your blood spilling to the mat will rise the crescendo. And then we shall paint the ring...the walls..the people...with the blood of gods. And they will scream to the heavens of your sacrifice so that they shall see true salvation.”
**Bulls hand raised to the sky as he completes his message..but he looks to the camera and slowly lowers his arm**
“But it is all for not...for you two are no gods. We have seen your weakness...your humanity. Out the two of you...only Black has the real meddle for a match such as this. No Frank ...you don’t really have what it takes in this reality. You can believe you do...hype that you do...and prepare as if you do. But when that first piece of barbed wire drags over your flesh...when the first piece of glass pierces your body ...you will understand that the league you believed yourself in...is so far past you. And as for Corey...you may have the meddle Black...but we grew up in this world. Hardcore...insanity...is there truly a difference? Not really...it’s all a disaster with chaos leading the way. And chaos runs through our blood. Violence was the tit that breathed life into us. We were molded in insanity. This is just another day in the park for us.”
**Bull cracks his neck**
“They always say...be careful what you wish for. Tell us...did the two of you wish to be destroyed in the most violent match you could imagine? Because this is what you two will receive. A top notch, first rate attack that will blight the souls of all that witness it. Body parts will rain down on the crowd...blood will spray them ...viscera will decorate the hall. “
“The two of you have already counted this win in your personal records. All this waiting is merely a formality. You have washed your hands of this and are already looking forward to the future. But your ignorance of the storm that is coming for you is going to be the very thing that destroys you. When Oblivion raises you above his head and slams you to the ground...he didn’t do it. When we grab your arm and dislocate your shoulder...it wasn’t us. When you are revived in the ER and they are pumping blood into your veins...it will not be our fault. No...you did this to yourselves. This was your doing....we are merely the vessels that have been chosen to initiate the downfall of the gods.”
“Tomorrow night...we change the culture...one painful scream at a time.”
**Bull chuckles..then a deep laugh rips out and he rears his head back to the ceiling. Suddenly...violently...and without warning...he reaches out too fast for a man his size and seizes the camera and it suddenly becomes white noise before fading to black**
September 10th, 2019
Bull’s home
12:00 PM
OFF CAMERA
Bull is seen packing his black duffel bag and Raven is sitting in a chair
“Did you pack any barbedwire?”
“We are sure there will be plenty.”
“Steel chairs? Hacksaws? A staple gun? Maybe one of those old corkscrews for opening wine?”
“Would you relax. This isn’t our first rodeo. All that and more can be found in Japan. Besides, we wouldn’t be able to get on the plane with half of that.”
Raven shrugs.
“It’s a private jet. Of course you could. DCI owns it.”
“All the same, we would rather pick things like that up there. You know, buy local and all that shit.”
“So, you going to see her?”
“Who?”
“Kahoru Enomoto.”
Bull hesitates.
“We are sure she is married and happy now.”
“What if I told you she isn’t?”
Bull turns to her. There is a sparkle in his eyes, but the mask quickly looks away.
“It wasn’t like we dated or anything. She took care of us when we fought in Kagoshima. Nothing else.”
“Don’t fuck with me. I know dam well that woman had eyes for you and I know you liked her. She looks the same. She works in the same region. And I know for a fact that she is single.”
Bull looks up from his bag, the How the Fuck look on his mask. Raven simply shrugs.
“As soon as I found out you were going, I looked into it. Even spoke with her. She is pleased to hear you are doing well. Probably was more pleased to hear you were single still.”
Bull just shakes his head.
“Kagoshima is an eight hour drive from Tokyo.”
“And less than two hours by jet, which we have a private one. Give it a rest. You need this. She wants this. What is the fucking problem.”
Bull hesitates.
“Now that Murder is out of the box...we don’t know if that is the wisest thing.”
“Pffft. Even Murder liked her. Face it...this might be just what you need to turn things around. And who knows what could happen. Is anyone else getting in line to hold hands with the masked monster? No...didn’t think so. So just monster up and do this.”
Bull tosses his paperwork in the bag and zips it up. You can swear there is a smile on the mask.
“Alright. We will go and talk to her. Now, you go take care of that thing we talked about. We will be back in a few days.”
“Yeah yeah yeah.”
Bull grabs his bag and walks out and Raven looks like she is going to take a nap as the scene fades
“But it is all for not...for you two are no gods. We have seen your weakness...your humanity. Out the two of you...only Black has the real meddle for a match such as this. No Frank ...you don’t really have what it takes in this reality. You can believe you do...hype that you do...and prepare as if you do. But when that first piece of barbed wire drags over your flesh...when the first piece of glass pierces your body ...you will understand that the league you believed yourself in...is so far past you. And as for Corey...you may have the meddle Black...but we grew up in this world. Hardcore...insanity...is there truly a difference? Not really...it’s all a disaster with chaos leading the way. And chaos runs through our blood. Violence was the tit that breathed life into us. We were molded in insanity. This is just another day in the park for us.”
**Bull cracks his neck**
“They always say...be careful what you wish for. Tell us...did the two of you wish to be destroyed in the most violent match you could imagine? Because this is what you two will receive. A top notch, first rate attack that will blight the souls of all that witness it. Body parts will rain down on the crowd...blood will spray them ...viscera will decorate the hall. “
“The two of you have already counted this win in your personal records. All this waiting is merely a formality. You have washed your hands of this and are already looking forward to the future. But your ignorance of the storm that is coming for you is going to be the very thing that destroys you. When Oblivion raises you above his head and slams you to the ground...he didn’t do it. When we grab your arm and dislocate your shoulder...it wasn’t us. When you are revived in the ER and they are pumping blood into your veins...it will not be our fault. No...you did this to yourselves. This was your doing....we are merely the vessels that have been chosen to initiate the downfall of the gods.”
“Tomorrow night...we change the culture...one painful scream at a time.”
**Bull chuckles..then a deep laugh rips out and he rears his head back to the ceiling. Suddenly...violently...and without warning...he reaches out too fast for a man his size and seizes the camera and it suddenly becomes white noise before fading to black**
September 10th, 2019
Bull’s home
12:00 PM
OFF CAMERA
Bull is seen packing his black duffel bag and Raven is sitting in a chair
“Did you pack any barbedwire?”
“We are sure there will be plenty.”
“Steel chairs? Hacksaws? A staple gun? Maybe one of those old corkscrews for opening wine?”
“Would you relax. This isn’t our first rodeo. All that and more can be found in Japan. Besides, we wouldn’t be able to get on the plane with half of that.”
Raven shrugs.
“It’s a private jet. Of course you could. DCI owns it.”
“All the same, we would rather pick things like that up there. You know, buy local and all that shit.”
“So, you going to see her?”
“Who?”
“Kahoru Enomoto.”
Bull hesitates.
“We are sure she is married and happy now.”
“What if I told you she isn’t?”
Bull turns to her. There is a sparkle in his eyes, but the mask quickly looks away.
“It wasn’t like we dated or anything. She took care of us when we fought in Kagoshima. Nothing else.”
“Don’t fuck with me. I know dam well that woman had eyes for you and I know you liked her. She looks the same. She works in the same region. And I know for a fact that she is single.”
Bull looks up from his bag, the How the Fuck look on his mask. Raven simply shrugs.
“As soon as I found out you were going, I looked into it. Even spoke with her. She is pleased to hear you are doing well. Probably was more pleased to hear you were single still.”
Bull just shakes his head.
“Kagoshima is an eight hour drive from Tokyo.”
“And less than two hours by jet, which we have a private one. Give it a rest. You need this. She wants this. What is the fucking problem.”
Bull hesitates.
“Now that Murder is out of the box...we don’t know if that is the wisest thing.”
“Pffft. Even Murder liked her. Face it...this might be just what you need to turn things around. And who knows what could happen. Is anyone else getting in line to hold hands with the masked monster? No...didn’t think so. So just monster up and do this.”
Bull tosses his paperwork in the bag and zips it up. You can swear there is a smile on the mask.
“Alright. We will go and talk to her. Now, you go take care of that thing we talked about. We will be back in a few days.”
“Yeah yeah yeah.”
Bull grabs his bag and walks out and Raven looks like she is going to take a nap as the scene fades