Post by Corey Bull on Oct 21, 2018 20:05:32 GMT -5
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July 19th, 64 AD
The Circus, one of the region of Rome
Four individuals move under the cover of night in the area known as the Circus, less lions and tigers oh my, but mostly shops. As the four approach a lit torch, the faces become clear. Two are unknown, but the others are Corey Bull and Abigail Voorhees. Bull looks to the other two and nods and they disappear into the darkness, unlit torches in their hands. Bull stands with Abigail on the outer edge of the light.
“Is this really necessary?”
Bull turns to Abby’s voice, the sound of concern in it.
“Yes. We need the so called Christians to be taken care of. And we can’t fight everyone on our own. If we are to put a stop to the poison of the God-Machine, we need to start where the infection is most dangerous. These Christians it has recruited to spread it’s message. They are a walking plague. They are fanatics Abigail. Fanatics are dangerous.”
“But you intend to light Rome on fire.”
Bull shrugs.
“Nero is in Antium at the moment. With him out of the city and a few choice words from us to Tacitus and they will catch the blame.”
“But I still don’t understand. If you intend to alert Nero as to it being the Christians starting the fire, then why are you going to start that rumor?”
Bulls nasty grin can be seen in the firelight.
“Because Rome has to have it’s rumors. Nero will walk out and proclaim he has proof it was the Christians, though no proof will exist. The same way that the rumors of him playing a lyre and watching Rome burn will have no proof. But they will exist. Eventually, someone will follow through on those rumors as Nero will follow through on his “facts” and that will be the end of Nero’s reign.We kill two birds with one stone..
Bull turns and places his hands on Abby’s shoulders.
“All we need to do is find a scapegoat, someone with enough power to orchestrate a rebellion. We think some of the outer leaders who are far from Romes personal influence will serve this position. And that is where you come in dear. You need to take Otto and Victus with you after they have accomplished their mission. We need to be here to be seen with the Praetorian Guard.”
Bulls head whips around, a shrill whistle breaking the night silence, accept the crackle of the flames from the torch. In the distance, a light obviously not from a torch fire lights up the night, and a second not much farther does as well. Bull nods and turns to Abby.
“Otto and Victus will meet you in the Palatine Hills. Now go and ride with them to the providence of Galla Lugdunensis. We will meet you there within the next year. And do not worry about us. Should things look to be going against us, we will simply slit Neros throat and proclaim ourselves emperor. No one in the Senate would be fool enough to go against us”
“Then why not just do that now? I would look pretty good as a empress.”
Bull laughs.
“Yes you would. But we do not want that kind of responsibility unless we need it. Remember, we have to do everything to stop the God-Machine. And being the emperor, while having immense amounts of power and military to wield, would still be in the way. No...we need to remain behind the scenes and gently pushing the individuals in power in our direction. Or in this case, using blunt force”
Abagail enfolds Bull in a hug, as much of one as she is capable of with him. Bull lifts her off the ground and kisses her.
“Don’t worry Abby. Even if something goes wrong, we have a back up plan. We always do.”
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**Deep in the bowels of the arena at the Carnage pay per view, Corey Bull sits inside what use to be a boiler room. No longer do the ancient pipes and wires lead throughout the arena, modern equipment now doing that job. But Bull is still content to sit here and prepare for his fight tonight. Three individuals will walk into the ring, the chance to find themselves back in a main event position. But only one monster will walk out victorious. Bull wraps the tape around his wrists, slow and methodical winds. Each strip of tape designed to ensure maximum safety for Bulls wrist...and maximum damage for his opponents. His deep voice resonates within the confines of the room, feeling as if Bull is on all sides. His eyes never leave his current task at hand.**
“Carnage has come. And carnage there shall be. For three individuals enter a ring with aspirations of greatness. A huge opportunity they call it. But what...exactly...are we aspiring to? A title shot? A number one contendership? No one knows...because no one has a real answer. This feels as if management was grasping at straws…..as if no real goal has been set in mind. Out of all the matches on the card...why do we feel ours is the most out of place? Why do others feel that ours is out of place? Questions we are destined to get answered...come hell or high water. Someone will be talking to us with a quickness as if their life depended on it….because it will. This isn’t a game...yet people continue to think they can play with us. This is NOT….a fucking game. This is a reality….this is the way things are set to go….and some people are not going to like it. And frankly...we don’t care if they do or not.”
**Bull stops taping, turning his head ever slightly to the camera**
“Does TFK think...that he is safe? How about the World Champion? The UCI? The Tag Champs? Do any of them really believe they are safe? If they do...they are fools and deserve whatever the winds decide to blow in their direction. Because as far as we are concerned….this huge opportunity can blow us in any direction it wants. Because we are just getting started. No more jokes...no more missed opportunities or blown matches. This is not a game. This is reality. And we do not just fight this with fist. See everyone wants to fight a war of words with fists. But we use all our weapons to our advantage. And we will take your mind….your soul….hell we will take your heart if we want to. Because we have not gone far enough. No...we are just getting started. A fire has been started within us and this fire will ravage the landscape and blaze a path forward. It will be a path of destruction….a path of violence...a path of blood. And a monster shall walk upon that path with our head held high and blood dripping from our fists.”
**Bull stops taping and sets the tape down, turning his body to face the camera. His eyes are balls of terror, sending shivers down your spine**
“Shadowlove. We were brothers one time...brothers in a common fight. We stood next to each other and we did battle with anyone that stood in our way. But we were never really friends. Kevin and us, we would hang out and do things. But you...you did your best to avoid hanging out with us. You lived in your own reality...one of egotistical beliefs and conjured illusions of grandeur. And in this world...Shadowlove was this unstoppable force….this being of total control. But the failure in this belief is that you could do this without the monster and the plague. Now since coming here...you have barely risen above mediocrity. We can easily admit that our time here has not been what we wanted it to be…..but you would have people believe that it was the plan. To be this insignificant individual in the constantly in motion locker room of Adub. Like a viper….or a shadow….you have waited this whole time...wanting to pick your spot...using the move that blah blah blah...you know, that long ass tag line you constantly end your promos with...followed by a wink from your personal...whatever she does...and then the lights go dark. And while there will be individuals out there of a lesser intelligence then the common man that will swallow this nonsense like the perpetually blue pill..red pill scenario….we understand that the truth is much more believable than the fiction you shall attempt to weave.”
“Your weak Shadowlove. Ego and social media bickering are the strong suits that you most enjoy these days...with wrestling just being there for shits and giggles. IF this wasn’t a true statement...you would be doing a whole hell of a lot better. We know...for we allowed ourselves to slack. We have taken too many things for granted. So we have to change….we have to adapt and overcome our shortcomings as of late. But you...you do not even believe you have shortcomings. This sort of thing is a nonexistence in your world. How could the world's purest of men have shortcomings?! That is going to be the fault that will seal your loss at Carnage.”
**Bull folds his hands together, fingers interlocking as he continues, his eyes still smoldering**
“Now Donald is another animal altogether. One that we are not that familiar with...but we understand enough. You see...Donalds problem is himself...but not an ego like Shadowlove...but an inability to see the best in himself. No matter how many titles he has won...no matter how many great matches he has had...he still feels less then he really is. If you don’t believe us...one just has to spend five minutes listening him spew off his accomplishments to understand the fact of our statement. He can only see the good in what he has done...but only in the moments where gold was a factor or some other similar item was at stake. Friendship...reputation...you can name off numerous examples….these are the only moments he can seem to remember. But in the moment….when it is a right now sort of time….he fails to understand his ability and it sets him up for disaster. He has turned his back….on himself. Forget the world title he held...forget how he got to that point and the backs he had to stab. Right now...in this time….he is the very thing he fears himself to be...washed up. Now we understand that most will see this as an underestimation of the potential of our victim...but that is far from the truth. We know and understand your worth Donald. We understand what you are capable of….of what you can accomplish in the ring. But we know that in order to beat you….we just need to allow you to beat yourself.”
**Bulls mocking smirk is a signal to the lower in intelligence masses to start swearing and breaking things as the broadcast continues**
“We respect both of your accomplishments...only so far as to admit you had some great moments. Wrestlers who take the time to perfect their craft need respect to a degree. But thats it. As people….you two are as useful as a screen door on a submarine. Neither one of you is even close to being considered a worthy human being….nor are either of you worthy of the mystery opportunity that has presented itself. But we are not a human...not even close. We are nothing more than a monster with an insatiable appetite for destruction. We can see the end of the tunnel….we can see what it is we strive for….but we need to level the road of the obstacles in our way. And if that means paving the road by filling the potholes with the corpses of our opponents...then SO...FUCKING….BE IT! The fans can cheer us or hate us….but the end result will be the same. We are going to do everything within our power...and that is more then you can imagine...to put both of you on a one way trip to the ER. And when the smoke of Carnage clears….someone is going to be nailed with HATE!”
**Bull kicks out and the camera goes tumbling and lays on its side, fritzing in and out of white noise as the boots of Bull can be seen walking away before the screen abruptly cuts out.**
July 19th, 64 AD
The Circus, one of the region of Rome
Four individuals move under the cover of night in the area known as the Circus, less lions and tigers oh my, but mostly shops. As the four approach a lit torch, the faces become clear. Two are unknown, but the others are Corey Bull and Abigail Voorhees. Bull looks to the other two and nods and they disappear into the darkness, unlit torches in their hands. Bull stands with Abigail on the outer edge of the light.
“Is this really necessary?”
Bull turns to Abby’s voice, the sound of concern in it.
“Yes. We need the so called Christians to be taken care of. And we can’t fight everyone on our own. If we are to put a stop to the poison of the God-Machine, we need to start where the infection is most dangerous. These Christians it has recruited to spread it’s message. They are a walking plague. They are fanatics Abigail. Fanatics are dangerous.”
“But you intend to light Rome on fire.”
Bull shrugs.
“Nero is in Antium at the moment. With him out of the city and a few choice words from us to Tacitus and they will catch the blame.”
“But I still don’t understand. If you intend to alert Nero as to it being the Christians starting the fire, then why are you going to start that rumor?”
Bulls nasty grin can be seen in the firelight.
“Because Rome has to have it’s rumors. Nero will walk out and proclaim he has proof it was the Christians, though no proof will exist. The same way that the rumors of him playing a lyre and watching Rome burn will have no proof. But they will exist. Eventually, someone will follow through on those rumors as Nero will follow through on his “facts” and that will be the end of Nero’s reign.We kill two birds with one stone..
Bull turns and places his hands on Abby’s shoulders.
“All we need to do is find a scapegoat, someone with enough power to orchestrate a rebellion. We think some of the outer leaders who are far from Romes personal influence will serve this position. And that is where you come in dear. You need to take Otto and Victus with you after they have accomplished their mission. We need to be here to be seen with the Praetorian Guard.”
Bulls head whips around, a shrill whistle breaking the night silence, accept the crackle of the flames from the torch. In the distance, a light obviously not from a torch fire lights up the night, and a second not much farther does as well. Bull nods and turns to Abby.
“Otto and Victus will meet you in the Palatine Hills. Now go and ride with them to the providence of Galla Lugdunensis. We will meet you there within the next year. And do not worry about us. Should things look to be going against us, we will simply slit Neros throat and proclaim ourselves emperor. No one in the Senate would be fool enough to go against us”
“Then why not just do that now? I would look pretty good as a empress.”
Bull laughs.
“Yes you would. But we do not want that kind of responsibility unless we need it. Remember, we have to do everything to stop the God-Machine. And being the emperor, while having immense amounts of power and military to wield, would still be in the way. No...we need to remain behind the scenes and gently pushing the individuals in power in our direction. Or in this case, using blunt force”
Abagail enfolds Bull in a hug, as much of one as she is capable of with him. Bull lifts her off the ground and kisses her.
“Don’t worry Abby. Even if something goes wrong, we have a back up plan. We always do.”
ON CAMERA
**Deep in the bowels of the arena at the Carnage pay per view, Corey Bull sits inside what use to be a boiler room. No longer do the ancient pipes and wires lead throughout the arena, modern equipment now doing that job. But Bull is still content to sit here and prepare for his fight tonight. Three individuals will walk into the ring, the chance to find themselves back in a main event position. But only one monster will walk out victorious. Bull wraps the tape around his wrists, slow and methodical winds. Each strip of tape designed to ensure maximum safety for Bulls wrist...and maximum damage for his opponents. His deep voice resonates within the confines of the room, feeling as if Bull is on all sides. His eyes never leave his current task at hand.**
“Carnage has come. And carnage there shall be. For three individuals enter a ring with aspirations of greatness. A huge opportunity they call it. But what...exactly...are we aspiring to? A title shot? A number one contendership? No one knows...because no one has a real answer. This feels as if management was grasping at straws…..as if no real goal has been set in mind. Out of all the matches on the card...why do we feel ours is the most out of place? Why do others feel that ours is out of place? Questions we are destined to get answered...come hell or high water. Someone will be talking to us with a quickness as if their life depended on it….because it will. This isn’t a game...yet people continue to think they can play with us. This is NOT….a fucking game. This is a reality….this is the way things are set to go….and some people are not going to like it. And frankly...we don’t care if they do or not.”
**Bull stops taping, turning his head ever slightly to the camera**
“Does TFK think...that he is safe? How about the World Champion? The UCI? The Tag Champs? Do any of them really believe they are safe? If they do...they are fools and deserve whatever the winds decide to blow in their direction. Because as far as we are concerned….this huge opportunity can blow us in any direction it wants. Because we are just getting started. No more jokes...no more missed opportunities or blown matches. This is not a game. This is reality. And we do not just fight this with fist. See everyone wants to fight a war of words with fists. But we use all our weapons to our advantage. And we will take your mind….your soul….hell we will take your heart if we want to. Because we have not gone far enough. No...we are just getting started. A fire has been started within us and this fire will ravage the landscape and blaze a path forward. It will be a path of destruction….a path of violence...a path of blood. And a monster shall walk upon that path with our head held high and blood dripping from our fists.”
**Bull stops taping and sets the tape down, turning his body to face the camera. His eyes are balls of terror, sending shivers down your spine**
“Shadowlove. We were brothers one time...brothers in a common fight. We stood next to each other and we did battle with anyone that stood in our way. But we were never really friends. Kevin and us, we would hang out and do things. But you...you did your best to avoid hanging out with us. You lived in your own reality...one of egotistical beliefs and conjured illusions of grandeur. And in this world...Shadowlove was this unstoppable force….this being of total control. But the failure in this belief is that you could do this without the monster and the plague. Now since coming here...you have barely risen above mediocrity. We can easily admit that our time here has not been what we wanted it to be…..but you would have people believe that it was the plan. To be this insignificant individual in the constantly in motion locker room of Adub. Like a viper….or a shadow….you have waited this whole time...wanting to pick your spot...using the move that blah blah blah...you know, that long ass tag line you constantly end your promos with...followed by a wink from your personal...whatever she does...and then the lights go dark. And while there will be individuals out there of a lesser intelligence then the common man that will swallow this nonsense like the perpetually blue pill..red pill scenario….we understand that the truth is much more believable than the fiction you shall attempt to weave.”
“Your weak Shadowlove. Ego and social media bickering are the strong suits that you most enjoy these days...with wrestling just being there for shits and giggles. IF this wasn’t a true statement...you would be doing a whole hell of a lot better. We know...for we allowed ourselves to slack. We have taken too many things for granted. So we have to change….we have to adapt and overcome our shortcomings as of late. But you...you do not even believe you have shortcomings. This sort of thing is a nonexistence in your world. How could the world's purest of men have shortcomings?! That is going to be the fault that will seal your loss at Carnage.”
**Bull folds his hands together, fingers interlocking as he continues, his eyes still smoldering**
“Now Donald is another animal altogether. One that we are not that familiar with...but we understand enough. You see...Donalds problem is himself...but not an ego like Shadowlove...but an inability to see the best in himself. No matter how many titles he has won...no matter how many great matches he has had...he still feels less then he really is. If you don’t believe us...one just has to spend five minutes listening him spew off his accomplishments to understand the fact of our statement. He can only see the good in what he has done...but only in the moments where gold was a factor or some other similar item was at stake. Friendship...reputation...you can name off numerous examples….these are the only moments he can seem to remember. But in the moment….when it is a right now sort of time….he fails to understand his ability and it sets him up for disaster. He has turned his back….on himself. Forget the world title he held...forget how he got to that point and the backs he had to stab. Right now...in this time….he is the very thing he fears himself to be...washed up. Now we understand that most will see this as an underestimation of the potential of our victim...but that is far from the truth. We know and understand your worth Donald. We understand what you are capable of….of what you can accomplish in the ring. But we know that in order to beat you….we just need to allow you to beat yourself.”
**Bulls mocking smirk is a signal to the lower in intelligence masses to start swearing and breaking things as the broadcast continues**
“We respect both of your accomplishments...only so far as to admit you had some great moments. Wrestlers who take the time to perfect their craft need respect to a degree. But thats it. As people….you two are as useful as a screen door on a submarine. Neither one of you is even close to being considered a worthy human being….nor are either of you worthy of the mystery opportunity that has presented itself. But we are not a human...not even close. We are nothing more than a monster with an insatiable appetite for destruction. We can see the end of the tunnel….we can see what it is we strive for….but we need to level the road of the obstacles in our way. And if that means paving the road by filling the potholes with the corpses of our opponents...then SO...FUCKING….BE IT! The fans can cheer us or hate us….but the end result will be the same. We are going to do everything within our power...and that is more then you can imagine...to put both of you on a one way trip to the ER. And when the smoke of Carnage clears….someone is going to be nailed with HATE!”
**Bull kicks out and the camera goes tumbling and lays on its side, fritzing in and out of white noise as the boots of Bull can be seen walking away before the screen abruptly cuts out.**