Post by Corey Bull on Nov 4, 2018 21:00:18 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry for the shortness, experiencing weather issues at the moment up here and the original was lost to power outage.
On Camera
**The camera fades in to the lower realms of the arena, a sort of locker room if you will. And that is the bare minimum description, as there is lockers here for sure, but they are not for wrestlers. No, it is more then likely that these hold cleaning supplies or repair pieces for the multiple facilities of the arena. But that is neither here nor there, as they are not the focus when one views the area. Instead, it is the very large man that is sitting on the chair staring at his wrapped and clenched fists. Corey Bull...neither a stranger to the lower realms nor a man that cares what other thinks of this strange ritual, just sits motionless for a time...staring at his hands. It is as if you can feel the palpable anger that radiates from the monster. After what feels like an eternity stuck watching the eyes of the monster, both of which appear to be boiling over with anger, he finally looks up and acknowledges the camera**
"WE have pinned the current US Champion. It was done within view of everyone. A man that was undefeated until he stepped into the ring with us. And yet....we must still deal with the formalities. We must still be named the number one contender..though no one else has stepped up to take that place. So it is written we suppose...though we have always been one to rewrite that which is not to our liking. Especially rules."
**Bulls smirk is telling, one that implies much and leaves little to the imagination.**
"Now when we heard we were going to fight for the chance to be the one to remove the title from Dandys waist...we expected....more. We expected another heated battle with TFK or maybe those Fight Smart asses that have been continually knocked down a peg. But instead...we are to face a man that is....well a tad bit on the slow side if we are being honest. We are not implying that there is something wrong with The Ultimate Destroyer to suggest that he is incapable of fighting this match...just that he seems to be incapable of seeing when he has already lost."
"And lets not make any mistake about it Destroyer...you have lost. You just don't know it yet...your body has not caught up to the reality. But it will get there...and when it does...that light that sits in your eyes when you look forward to being the most destructive force in the ring...well it is going to go out. You won't be the force to reckon with in that ring this week Destroyer....we will be. We will be the one that destroys you ultimately.And not that we mind being the bearer of bad news...lets face it we cause it most times...but you are not going on to face the champion. In fact...if we have our way...you will not go on to the back. Instead...you will get a direct line to the ambulance, followed by a short stint in the ER with a lengthy visit in the ICU. Why you may ask through your soon to be broken jaw?"
**Bull shrugs**
"Why the fuck not. Why not be the one to end a mans so called career? Why not be the one to send another living soul to the hospital...shattered and broken beyond real repair. If not us...then someone else. And lets face it...we enjoy it. And to do this to you Destroyer...to take a man that is normally physically imposing to all his opponents...and to make him feel like the person being..no pun intended...bullied....why that's just a small high for us. We want you to feel that way....we want you to rebel...to fight against it. And yet...during the match...it will slowly eat at you bit by bit. As we are turning your organs into a frappe....your mind will be stewing in its own juices about your own inadequacies. And that....that will be true destruction. Body. Mind. Soul. At the end of the day, you will be just another person NAILED by HATE."
**Bull grins...anything but pleasant...and stands, walking past the camera...his boots clicking on the cement floor as his laugh echos in the halls and the camera fades to black**