Post by Corey Bull on Sept 22, 2019 7:28:53 GMT -5
September 17th, 2019
Bulls Home in the Great Northwoods of the UP
OFF CAMERA
Bull comes walking into his home with a purpose and tosses his bag across the room. He grabs a bottle of Southern Comfort and lifts the mask enough to take some huge gulps from the bottle. Sittin in the chair in what is sort of a living room is Raven Darkhawk. Bulls sister has been hanging around lately because she is worried about her monstrous brother. And now, by his manner, its obvious Bull is in a mood.
“What's eating you? Didn't' Japan go well?”
Bull sets the bottle down.
“Fuck off. Japan was shit.”
“Well you lost. You did a hell of a lot of damage. So losing is just a minor setback. How was your date.”
Bull hesitates and just shakes his head.
“There wasn’t a date."
“What!? You mean to tell me after all that, you still didn’t go?”
“No. We went. She didn’t.”
There is a stunned moment of silence before Raven speaks.
“DAFUQ?!”
“Look it isn’t a big deal. We don’t deserve a woman’s love anyways. It isn’t a surprise that no one wants to be with a monster. After all...what could we possibly have that any woman would want.”
Raven gets out of her chair and walks up to Bull. She turns him towards her, lifts the mask gently...then cracks him across the jaw hard enough to turn his head and flip the mask back down.
“Wake the fuck up! Are you seriously that fucking morose and lost? Because if so...I will call up your boss personally and pull you out of the federation. Because that is not my brother the monster...that's some pussy looking to just get fucked over and over again!”
Bull grabs his sister and lifts her off the ground and slams her into a wall.
“Have you lost your goddamn mind?!”
Raven grins and chuckles, something just as sadistic as Bull.
“Good. Your paying attention. So hear this: stop with the whiny ass “No one loves me” bullshit. There is a woman out there for you and you need to find her.”
Bull clenches and un-clenches his fists.
“And why do you say that?”
“Because there have been two points in your life when you were at your most dangerous. When you were married to Lacey and when you were dating Angelica Layne. And that is because you had more than just a mission that motivated you.”
Raven gets up to the mask of Bull.
“You had love. Something the monster rarely has. Now...are you going to keep feeling sorry for yourself or are you going to go out and do something about it.”
“And what do you suggest? Magically fucking make it happen?! It doesn't work that way Raven.”
“No of course it doesn’t. But you need to get it out of your thick skull that it is an impossible thing. You know it’s possible. Your own thinking is holding you back, both outside and inside the ring. Every crack in your own mind is now available. USE THEM! Stop shitting on the bench and get in the fucking game.”
Raven turns and walks out the door, slamming it behind her, leaving a steaming Bull standing in his house with clenched fists. His head swings sharply to the left and right, then starts looking around as a new voice is heard, but no one is seen.
“Hey there Cornelius!”
“You have fucking gotta be kidding us.!”
“‘Fraid not ya big fuckstain. After all, did you really think I would leave you alone for so long?”
Bull walks over and reaches behind the bar and pulls out a bottle of Southern Comfort, setting it next to the half drunk open one. He grabs the open one and takes another swig, then wipes his mouth and replaces the mask.
“You are dead Ace. Why can’t you fucking stay dead!”
“Because you need me Cornelius! Your greatest foe...gone! Finito! DOA! And its all your fucking fault!”
Bull slides both bottles off the bar at high velocity and they smash against the wall.
“ƳƠƲ ƊЄƧЄƦƔЄƊ ЄƔЄƦƳ ԼƛƧƬ MƖƝƲƬЄ! We watched your life leave your body and it made us HAPPY!”
“Tsk-tsk Cornelius...there is no need to lie. Without me...you’ve had no real fight. No one to fight against...and no one to fight for. Just your cause and we know that isn’t enough. But if I was there...and that little witchy Claire was around...I’d grab her, strip her, and snort coke off her ass while she screamed for more!”
Bull starts to double fist smash his bar and finally there is a cracking sound and Bull grabs it and rips it out and tosses the bar top across the room, smashing it through his sliding door to the deck.
“ƜЄ ƜƠƲԼƊ ƘƖԼԼ ƳƠƲ ƛƓƛƖƝ!”
“Good...that's what I fucking want to hear! The real monster...not this pathetic thing that has been walking around. I want the thing that beat me! I want the thing that KILLED ME! Think of me as your motivational coach Bully. Toodles.”
Bull stands there, panting like a dog in heat. His eyes are cauldrons of rage. Ace F’N Static...a man that Bull fought for years...back and forth..both mental and physically. They made each other...and then Bull went to far and took Ace’s life one night. It seems that the Meticulous Madman has returned to...be Bulls motivation coach? Can the dead do that? It appears so. Or...Bulls mind is farther cracked than originally thought. Tough call.
September 22nd, 2019
Lower Realms of Asia-World Arena
On Camera
**The long walk down the dimly lit bulb. You would think by this point, people would upgrade. But nope, still a mess in the basements of most arenas. Lazy. Down here, the camera comes to a door. As it slides it open, classic creaky style, there are candles lit here and there, setting the romantic ambience of madness that is Corey Bull. And Bull is sitting on a table, his back to us, rocking slowly. His deep voice is melodic as he recites a poem it would seem**
“Two brothers to the slaughter
unknown pain lies in their way
for a witch and a monster have insatiable blood lust
and now is the time for them to play.”
**Bull stops rocking and swings around, planting both feet on the ground and rising slowly, his eyes transfixed upon the camera, the death mask shimmering in the candle light...as if it has been giving life. His voice is a dark echo of humanity...no love on the rocks...but a straight shot of hate**
“We look at you two...Mark and Chris...and we can already see the insecurity and fear in your eyes. We can smell it in your scents as you walk in the back...it flows off of you like the mighty Mississippi. You can strut all you want...you can claim all the perfection in the world...but we know...ƜЄ ƲƝƊЄƦƧƬƛƝƊ...it is a lie. Because your dream is not picturesque reality...not even close to authentic.”
“We get it...everyone it would seem wants to paint themselves as a picture of perfection. The greatest lover. The greatest wrestler. The greatest whatever the fuck they can come up with. ƁƲƬ ƖƬ ƖƧ ƛԼԼ ԼƖЄƧ! Lies spun and weaved to create a mystical being for the ordinary masses to look upon and feel what...love...hate...jealousy...rage against? We guess the reasons for such creative falsehoods really does not matter as it pertains to this Monday. No...those reasons mean nothing at all. Just like the two of you will soon mean nothing. You see...management has placed you on a path that ends with the two of you floating face down in a swamp of loss and pain, the flies of despair buzzing your corpses as you rot away in insignificance. Emotionally you will be shattered...broken pieces lying on the ground. And to be frank...your bodies will reflect that very same image.”
**A random laugh..something maniacal and dangerous. But the mask isn’t smiling..but staring..waiting**
“Are you ready to come and play with us brothers Frenzy? This isn’t going to be some movie set where you already know you are going to be the winners. This also isn’t some back woods garage with a ring made of mattresses set up in it and you get to pick yourselves as the winners against a pair of twelve year olds. No...not even close. You are about to face off against a sexy and sinister metal witch and a hate filled monster. Two beings that care nothing for your well being. To us..you are just lambs to the slaughter...assigned to this match to amuse us and sate our lust for destruction..so as to save the lives of the rest of the roster.”
**Bull cracks his neck and starts to walk, a slow pace around the ring**
But to us..you are an appetizer. A mere smidgen of the morsel that is this roster. We don’t want to eat just one course...we want the entire fucking buffet! But we understand that patience is supposed to be a virtue..so instead we will use you for other means. A means to victory first and foremost...but a showcase of us. To show women like Claire...that we are worthy to stand at their side in more than just a wrestling partner capacity. Somewhere...out there in the great nothingness of this world...is a woman that wants a monster like us at her side. And we are going to show her who we are and that we are ready for her.”
**Bull giggles...but it is in no way pleasant**
“And we will do it by turning your two bodies into corpses...and then into displays of art. Sculpted with our own hands...you will become symbols of what happens when you go against us. We are trying to show the world that the culture here needs a changing. But no one is listening and now we know why...we just haven’t spoken loud enough...showed people enough. We change that tomorrow night. We change it with your destruction. We show the world that we are the future and everyone in our way...is just a blood stain on the train tracks that the Culture Shock express flies down. Monday..you get nailed with hate!”
Bull sits back on the table and laughs as the camera fades to black**
Bulls Home in the Great Northwoods of the UP
OFF CAMERA
Bull comes walking into his home with a purpose and tosses his bag across the room. He grabs a bottle of Southern Comfort and lifts the mask enough to take some huge gulps from the bottle. Sittin in the chair in what is sort of a living room is Raven Darkhawk. Bulls sister has been hanging around lately because she is worried about her monstrous brother. And now, by his manner, its obvious Bull is in a mood.
“What's eating you? Didn't' Japan go well?”
Bull sets the bottle down.
“Fuck off. Japan was shit.”
“Well you lost. You did a hell of a lot of damage. So losing is just a minor setback. How was your date.”
Bull hesitates and just shakes his head.
“There wasn’t a date."
“What!? You mean to tell me after all that, you still didn’t go?”
“No. We went. She didn’t.”
There is a stunned moment of silence before Raven speaks.
“DAFUQ?!”
“Look it isn’t a big deal. We don’t deserve a woman’s love anyways. It isn’t a surprise that no one wants to be with a monster. After all...what could we possibly have that any woman would want.”
Raven gets out of her chair and walks up to Bull. She turns him towards her, lifts the mask gently...then cracks him across the jaw hard enough to turn his head and flip the mask back down.
“Wake the fuck up! Are you seriously that fucking morose and lost? Because if so...I will call up your boss personally and pull you out of the federation. Because that is not my brother the monster...that's some pussy looking to just get fucked over and over again!”
Bull grabs his sister and lifts her off the ground and slams her into a wall.
“Have you lost your goddamn mind?!”
Raven grins and chuckles, something just as sadistic as Bull.
“Good. Your paying attention. So hear this: stop with the whiny ass “No one loves me” bullshit. There is a woman out there for you and you need to find her.”
Bull clenches and un-clenches his fists.
“And why do you say that?”
“Because there have been two points in your life when you were at your most dangerous. When you were married to Lacey and when you were dating Angelica Layne. And that is because you had more than just a mission that motivated you.”
Raven gets up to the mask of Bull.
“You had love. Something the monster rarely has. Now...are you going to keep feeling sorry for yourself or are you going to go out and do something about it.”
“And what do you suggest? Magically fucking make it happen?! It doesn't work that way Raven.”
“No of course it doesn’t. But you need to get it out of your thick skull that it is an impossible thing. You know it’s possible. Your own thinking is holding you back, both outside and inside the ring. Every crack in your own mind is now available. USE THEM! Stop shitting on the bench and get in the fucking game.”
Raven turns and walks out the door, slamming it behind her, leaving a steaming Bull standing in his house with clenched fists. His head swings sharply to the left and right, then starts looking around as a new voice is heard, but no one is seen.
“Hey there Cornelius!”
“You have fucking gotta be kidding us.!”
“‘Fraid not ya big fuckstain. After all, did you really think I would leave you alone for so long?”
Bull walks over and reaches behind the bar and pulls out a bottle of Southern Comfort, setting it next to the half drunk open one. He grabs the open one and takes another swig, then wipes his mouth and replaces the mask.
“You are dead Ace. Why can’t you fucking stay dead!”
“Because you need me Cornelius! Your greatest foe...gone! Finito! DOA! And its all your fucking fault!”
Bull slides both bottles off the bar at high velocity and they smash against the wall.
“ƳƠƲ ƊЄƧЄƦƔЄƊ ЄƔЄƦƳ ԼƛƧƬ MƖƝƲƬЄ! We watched your life leave your body and it made us HAPPY!”
“Tsk-tsk Cornelius...there is no need to lie. Without me...you’ve had no real fight. No one to fight against...and no one to fight for. Just your cause and we know that isn’t enough. But if I was there...and that little witchy Claire was around...I’d grab her, strip her, and snort coke off her ass while she screamed for more!”
Bull starts to double fist smash his bar and finally there is a cracking sound and Bull grabs it and rips it out and tosses the bar top across the room, smashing it through his sliding door to the deck.
“ƜЄ ƜƠƲԼƊ ƘƖԼԼ ƳƠƲ ƛƓƛƖƝ!”
“Good...that's what I fucking want to hear! The real monster...not this pathetic thing that has been walking around. I want the thing that beat me! I want the thing that KILLED ME! Think of me as your motivational coach Bully. Toodles.”
Bull stands there, panting like a dog in heat. His eyes are cauldrons of rage. Ace F’N Static...a man that Bull fought for years...back and forth..both mental and physically. They made each other...and then Bull went to far and took Ace’s life one night. It seems that the Meticulous Madman has returned to...be Bulls motivation coach? Can the dead do that? It appears so. Or...Bulls mind is farther cracked than originally thought. Tough call.
September 22nd, 2019
Lower Realms of Asia-World Arena
On Camera
**The long walk down the dimly lit bulb. You would think by this point, people would upgrade. But nope, still a mess in the basements of most arenas. Lazy. Down here, the camera comes to a door. As it slides it open, classic creaky style, there are candles lit here and there, setting the romantic ambience of madness that is Corey Bull. And Bull is sitting on a table, his back to us, rocking slowly. His deep voice is melodic as he recites a poem it would seem**
“Two brothers to the slaughter
unknown pain lies in their way
for a witch and a monster have insatiable blood lust
and now is the time for them to play.”
**Bull stops rocking and swings around, planting both feet on the ground and rising slowly, his eyes transfixed upon the camera, the death mask shimmering in the candle light...as if it has been giving life. His voice is a dark echo of humanity...no love on the rocks...but a straight shot of hate**
“We look at you two...Mark and Chris...and we can already see the insecurity and fear in your eyes. We can smell it in your scents as you walk in the back...it flows off of you like the mighty Mississippi. You can strut all you want...you can claim all the perfection in the world...but we know...ƜЄ ƲƝƊЄƦƧƬƛƝƊ...it is a lie. Because your dream is not picturesque reality...not even close to authentic.”
“We get it...everyone it would seem wants to paint themselves as a picture of perfection. The greatest lover. The greatest wrestler. The greatest whatever the fuck they can come up with. ƁƲƬ ƖƬ ƖƧ ƛԼԼ ԼƖЄƧ! Lies spun and weaved to create a mystical being for the ordinary masses to look upon and feel what...love...hate...jealousy...rage against? We guess the reasons for such creative falsehoods really does not matter as it pertains to this Monday. No...those reasons mean nothing at all. Just like the two of you will soon mean nothing. You see...management has placed you on a path that ends with the two of you floating face down in a swamp of loss and pain, the flies of despair buzzing your corpses as you rot away in insignificance. Emotionally you will be shattered...broken pieces lying on the ground. And to be frank...your bodies will reflect that very same image.”
**A random laugh..something maniacal and dangerous. But the mask isn’t smiling..but staring..waiting**
“Are you ready to come and play with us brothers Frenzy? This isn’t going to be some movie set where you already know you are going to be the winners. This also isn’t some back woods garage with a ring made of mattresses set up in it and you get to pick yourselves as the winners against a pair of twelve year olds. No...not even close. You are about to face off against a sexy and sinister metal witch and a hate filled monster. Two beings that care nothing for your well being. To us..you are just lambs to the slaughter...assigned to this match to amuse us and sate our lust for destruction..so as to save the lives of the rest of the roster.”
**Bull cracks his neck and starts to walk, a slow pace around the ring**
But to us..you are an appetizer. A mere smidgen of the morsel that is this roster. We don’t want to eat just one course...we want the entire fucking buffet! But we understand that patience is supposed to be a virtue..so instead we will use you for other means. A means to victory first and foremost...but a showcase of us. To show women like Claire...that we are worthy to stand at their side in more than just a wrestling partner capacity. Somewhere...out there in the great nothingness of this world...is a woman that wants a monster like us at her side. And we are going to show her who we are and that we are ready for her.”
**Bull giggles...but it is in no way pleasant**
“And we will do it by turning your two bodies into corpses...and then into displays of art. Sculpted with our own hands...you will become symbols of what happens when you go against us. We are trying to show the world that the culture here needs a changing. But no one is listening and now we know why...we just haven’t spoken loud enough...showed people enough. We change that tomorrow night. We change it with your destruction. We show the world that we are the future and everyone in our way...is just a blood stain on the train tracks that the Culture Shock express flies down. Monday..you get nailed with hate!”
Bull sits back on the table and laughs as the camera fades to black**