Post by Corey Bull on Dec 16, 2018 20:08:48 GMT -5
"He unleashed against them his hot anger, his wrath, indignation and hostility-- a band of destroying angels.'
-Psalms 78:49
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A long and narrow hallway. Pipes run overhead and the lights are spaced out farther then one would normally space them. Corey Bull, his large size seeming even larger in such a small space, walks down the highway with Abagail just behind him. Bull walks with a slight lean forward, as he is avoiding the lights and pipes along the way. Abagail walks with a quizzical look on her face, her eyes darting around Bull to see what lies before them.
“Where does this go exactly?”
“To the beginning of the revolution.”
“That’s as vague as a man named John Smith. Seriously, where does this lead?!”
Bull turns, as best as he can, and a smile graces his face.
“Just keep your shirt on baby and follow us.”
Abagail huffs. “I wasn’t taking my shirt off.” And follows Bull down the corridor.
“Tell me again why we are so far underground?”
“It isn’t that far, the tunnel entrance goes down fifty feet. We are still around that same distance, give or take for angle and the landscape of the land above us. We had this built twenty years ago and have had to make several upgrades to the entire facility, but the overall structure and general utilities that run to the place are the same.”
“Place...what place?! I see a frickin tunnel and and pipes and a lighting system that screams horror flick.”
Bull chuckles. “It isn’t much farther now. You can see the decontamination chamber up ahead.”
“Decontamination...what in the living fuck?!”
Bull and Abby come to door that is clear with a keypad console directly next to it. Bull punches in a code and the door slides open. Here, the lighting is much better and recessed into the ceiling. They step into the chamber and the door closes behind them and a hissing sound fills the chamber and a white cloud seems to be sprayed over the two. After a few seconds it stops and they enter what seems to be a small lab. Women in surgical mask and bra and panties sets that carry the DCI logo on them, which stands for Dead Cell Inc...Bulls company, walk around the room. The black bra and pantie set with the red logo is pleasant to the eye and not in any way vulgar or sexually suggestive. The surgical mask are of the same color and the women also wear croc like shoes.
“Is this some sort of secret sex lab? Cause if it is, you has a lot of splanin to do!”
Bull laughs and holds his hands out.
“No. This isn’t a secret sex lab, but the foundation upon which our revolution, and evolution, begins. These are for testing.”
“And what is being tested down here?”
Bull smiles and leads Abby to a door. Stepping through, there are in a warehouse sized room and you can see nothing but pot plants and the occasional worker in here.
“Holy fucking hemp Batman! Its a god dam pot farm!”
Bull’s smile is from ear to ear as he looks over the plants, like a proud father watching his children play.
“We have so many different strands down here. Sweet Dreams, Blue Buddha, Girl Scout Cookies, Orange Cookies, Jack Herer, Albino Rhino. We ordered seeds from a few different distributors and had them sent to dummy PO Box accounts. Since then we have been growing and creating our own hybrids. We intend to beat the strands out there like Bruce Banner #3 and A-Dub. And so far we have, with a hybrid we call Deathstroke. Its thirty two percent THC. It’s going to knock off peoples socks and we are going to use it and it’s sister hybrids to take a big chunk of the market and make it our own. We have a place in Colorado that is ready to sell our stuff as soon as we get it where we want it.”
“Bull...this is just….just unbelievable.”
Bull turns and looks at Abby.
“Weed is the future. The government isn’t going to be able to hold out for much longer on legalization, with the push from so many states. Look what Colorado has done since it legalized. Look at the money it’s been able to pour into education and other programs that once were swirling in the toilet. Down here we are below the radar, the place isn’t even on any maps. It’s as hidden as the bunker the president crawls into in case of a nuclear strike. We have your standard in the soil process in a quarter if this building. But we also have hydroponics, aeroponics, and a pond over there that is the main source of our aquaponics. Its filled with koi fish right now. We are trying every method and working on our own strands to find the fastest, most potent growing pot. The faster the process, the stronger the bud, the better our profits and income. And that money is the key to the future.”
“This is so overwhelming. Have you tried any of the plants down here?”
“Hell yes! This shit is awesome and man, that Orange Cookie is calming. Has a great smell right off the plant. But thats besides the point. We wanted you to see the future before the future snuck up on you. We wanted you to be ready. Because this is going to lead to a change….a change this company and this country needs. And we intend to be at the forefront, both as a grower of some of the best shit on the planet, and as a champion to represent the future. Are you ready for change Abigail?”
Abagail looks at a bud on a plant and see’s how sticky it is. She grins and looks at Corey.
“Change is good. And I am ready for the change you are predicting. But Bull...you need to make it happen in that cage. You need to go beyond changing the landscape...you need to make a statement!”
Bull laughs.
“Just like the Deathstroke we got growing here….Dandy is about to get smoked the fuck up!”
FIN
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**The camera comes on to the empty arena. Surrounding the ring is the metal walls of the cage that will hold Dandy and Bull on Clash this Monday night. Leaning on the ropes is the monster that is Corey Bull. His large frame is shirtless and his corded and scarred body is tensed, as if he could snap into action at any moment. Bull grips the top rope with his hands and he leans off the ropes and lets go of them, a large sigh leaving his mouth as he starts to walk slowly around the ring**
“Faults. Every man and monster has them. Sometimes it is blind rage...other times it is the lack of acceptance of those faults. That is the difference between us and Dandy. We understand our faults...we understand what it is that we do that causes us to lose. It isn’t people being better than us….it is people being better than us for one moment. And what we need to do...what we have understood since the day we have walked this plane...is that we need to learn from our mistakes and prepare to move forward.”
“But not Dandy. No...he doesn’t think he has any faults. He believes his shit don’t stink and that he is invincible...that when he is beaten it is just someone getting lucky or its a conspiracy.”
**Bull looks directly at the camera**
“Dandy...you must be fucking high if you think we are going to let you leave that cage in one piece.”
**Bull looks up and stretches his arms out, circling slowly in place**
“This combination of steel and ingenuity...this is home for us. This is a familiar place...a place we have stood more times then you can count. We have lived here...we have bled here...and we have won here. We stabbed a man...the very immortal that beat us last week...with a spear and hung him up on the cage wall and left him there without a second thought. And that was BEFORE we knew he was immortal. So Dandy….what makes you think...in all your years of experience...that we are going to let you walk out of the cage champion?”
**Bull puts his hands down, his head slightly tilted at the camera, his face an unreadable book**
“Alive...dead...either way we are the champion Dandy. Whether we pin you..tap you...or make you unable to ever breathe again. That United States title is walking out with us.Your blood smeared across it will be a symbol of the change that is coming...for the rebellion is just around the corner. We are sick of biding our time...sick of waiting for the right moment. Well….we don’t have to wait any longer. The time is here...the moment is around the corner...and we are coming out with all cylinders firing. We are coming to wreck you Dandy.”
**Bulls eyes become raging storms of hate and he leaps ahead, grabbing the ropes and leaning into the cage his face aimed at the camera. His face is a look of someone that is unhinged**
“We are going to rip you apart and spray your blood all over the first five rows! Your limbs will become tools of abuse when we beat you senseless with them. Your body….your screams...all the torment and agony….will be our symphony of victory! And the greatest part of all this Dandy….is that no one is going to want to stop us!”
**Bull gets a maniacal grin**
“In fact...people are going to cheer us for it. They are going to stand in the crowd and cheer for your destruction. The people in the crowd...they are going to follow the pied Bull’s piping and do exactly what we want them to. Because we are going to give them what they want...we will feed their deprived lives and degenerate minds with their daily needed dose of blood and violence. And you are going to be the victim….the sacrificial lamb for the masses. And no matter how many punches you throw or how much fight you have in you...it will not be a enough.”
“IT WILL NOT BE ENOUGH!”
**Bulls voice echoes in the arena and his face takes on a slight calming look, as does the deep bass of his voice**
“This is your end game Dandy. The final curtain for you. We will not be stopped. We can not be stopped. We intend to end this little charade you call a championship run and then we will show you what a real champion looks like….how a real champion conducts business. The losses of our past will not compare to the destruction of your future. And in the end Dandy...you will be just another victim who was NAILED WITH HATE.”
**Bull grins, something sick and twisted and...righteous...as his laughter echoing through the arena fades with the rest of the scene to nothing but white noise.**
A long and narrow hallway. Pipes run overhead and the lights are spaced out farther then one would normally space them. Corey Bull, his large size seeming even larger in such a small space, walks down the highway with Abagail just behind him. Bull walks with a slight lean forward, as he is avoiding the lights and pipes along the way. Abagail walks with a quizzical look on her face, her eyes darting around Bull to see what lies before them.
“Where does this go exactly?”
“To the beginning of the revolution.”
“That’s as vague as a man named John Smith. Seriously, where does this lead?!”
Bull turns, as best as he can, and a smile graces his face.
“Just keep your shirt on baby and follow us.”
Abagail huffs. “I wasn’t taking my shirt off.” And follows Bull down the corridor.
“Tell me again why we are so far underground?”
“It isn’t that far, the tunnel entrance goes down fifty feet. We are still around that same distance, give or take for angle and the landscape of the land above us. We had this built twenty years ago and have had to make several upgrades to the entire facility, but the overall structure and general utilities that run to the place are the same.”
“Place...what place?! I see a frickin tunnel and and pipes and a lighting system that screams horror flick.”
Bull chuckles. “It isn’t much farther now. You can see the decontamination chamber up ahead.”
“Decontamination...what in the living fuck?!”
Bull and Abby come to door that is clear with a keypad console directly next to it. Bull punches in a code and the door slides open. Here, the lighting is much better and recessed into the ceiling. They step into the chamber and the door closes behind them and a hissing sound fills the chamber and a white cloud seems to be sprayed over the two. After a few seconds it stops and they enter what seems to be a small lab. Women in surgical mask and bra and panties sets that carry the DCI logo on them, which stands for Dead Cell Inc...Bulls company, walk around the room. The black bra and pantie set with the red logo is pleasant to the eye and not in any way vulgar or sexually suggestive. The surgical mask are of the same color and the women also wear croc like shoes.
“Is this some sort of secret sex lab? Cause if it is, you has a lot of splanin to do!”
Bull laughs and holds his hands out.
“No. This isn’t a secret sex lab, but the foundation upon which our revolution, and evolution, begins. These are for testing.”
“And what is being tested down here?”
Bull smiles and leads Abby to a door. Stepping through, there are in a warehouse sized room and you can see nothing but pot plants and the occasional worker in here.
“Holy fucking hemp Batman! Its a god dam pot farm!”
Bull’s smile is from ear to ear as he looks over the plants, like a proud father watching his children play.
“We have so many different strands down here. Sweet Dreams, Blue Buddha, Girl Scout Cookies, Orange Cookies, Jack Herer, Albino Rhino. We ordered seeds from a few different distributors and had them sent to dummy PO Box accounts. Since then we have been growing and creating our own hybrids. We intend to beat the strands out there like Bruce Banner #3 and A-Dub. And so far we have, with a hybrid we call Deathstroke. Its thirty two percent THC. It’s going to knock off peoples socks and we are going to use it and it’s sister hybrids to take a big chunk of the market and make it our own. We have a place in Colorado that is ready to sell our stuff as soon as we get it where we want it.”
“Bull...this is just….just unbelievable.”
Bull turns and looks at Abby.
“Weed is the future. The government isn’t going to be able to hold out for much longer on legalization, with the push from so many states. Look what Colorado has done since it legalized. Look at the money it’s been able to pour into education and other programs that once were swirling in the toilet. Down here we are below the radar, the place isn’t even on any maps. It’s as hidden as the bunker the president crawls into in case of a nuclear strike. We have your standard in the soil process in a quarter if this building. But we also have hydroponics, aeroponics, and a pond over there that is the main source of our aquaponics. Its filled with koi fish right now. We are trying every method and working on our own strands to find the fastest, most potent growing pot. The faster the process, the stronger the bud, the better our profits and income. And that money is the key to the future.”
“This is so overwhelming. Have you tried any of the plants down here?”
“Hell yes! This shit is awesome and man, that Orange Cookie is calming. Has a great smell right off the plant. But thats besides the point. We wanted you to see the future before the future snuck up on you. We wanted you to be ready. Because this is going to lead to a change….a change this company and this country needs. And we intend to be at the forefront, both as a grower of some of the best shit on the planet, and as a champion to represent the future. Are you ready for change Abigail?”
Abagail looks at a bud on a plant and see’s how sticky it is. She grins and looks at Corey.
“Change is good. And I am ready for the change you are predicting. But Bull...you need to make it happen in that cage. You need to go beyond changing the landscape...you need to make a statement!”
Bull laughs.
“Just like the Deathstroke we got growing here….Dandy is about to get smoked the fuck up!”
FIN
ON CAMERA
**The camera comes on to the empty arena. Surrounding the ring is the metal walls of the cage that will hold Dandy and Bull on Clash this Monday night. Leaning on the ropes is the monster that is Corey Bull. His large frame is shirtless and his corded and scarred body is tensed, as if he could snap into action at any moment. Bull grips the top rope with his hands and he leans off the ropes and lets go of them, a large sigh leaving his mouth as he starts to walk slowly around the ring**
“Faults. Every man and monster has them. Sometimes it is blind rage...other times it is the lack of acceptance of those faults. That is the difference between us and Dandy. We understand our faults...we understand what it is that we do that causes us to lose. It isn’t people being better than us….it is people being better than us for one moment. And what we need to do...what we have understood since the day we have walked this plane...is that we need to learn from our mistakes and prepare to move forward.”
“But not Dandy. No...he doesn’t think he has any faults. He believes his shit don’t stink and that he is invincible...that when he is beaten it is just someone getting lucky or its a conspiracy.”
**Bull looks directly at the camera**
“Dandy...you must be fucking high if you think we are going to let you leave that cage in one piece.”
**Bull looks up and stretches his arms out, circling slowly in place**
“This combination of steel and ingenuity...this is home for us. This is a familiar place...a place we have stood more times then you can count. We have lived here...we have bled here...and we have won here. We stabbed a man...the very immortal that beat us last week...with a spear and hung him up on the cage wall and left him there without a second thought. And that was BEFORE we knew he was immortal. So Dandy….what makes you think...in all your years of experience...that we are going to let you walk out of the cage champion?”
**Bull puts his hands down, his head slightly tilted at the camera, his face an unreadable book**
“Alive...dead...either way we are the champion Dandy. Whether we pin you..tap you...or make you unable to ever breathe again. That United States title is walking out with us.Your blood smeared across it will be a symbol of the change that is coming...for the rebellion is just around the corner. We are sick of biding our time...sick of waiting for the right moment. Well….we don’t have to wait any longer. The time is here...the moment is around the corner...and we are coming out with all cylinders firing. We are coming to wreck you Dandy.”
**Bulls eyes become raging storms of hate and he leaps ahead, grabbing the ropes and leaning into the cage his face aimed at the camera. His face is a look of someone that is unhinged**
“We are going to rip you apart and spray your blood all over the first five rows! Your limbs will become tools of abuse when we beat you senseless with them. Your body….your screams...all the torment and agony….will be our symphony of victory! And the greatest part of all this Dandy….is that no one is going to want to stop us!”
**Bull gets a maniacal grin**
“In fact...people are going to cheer us for it. They are going to stand in the crowd and cheer for your destruction. The people in the crowd...they are going to follow the pied Bull’s piping and do exactly what we want them to. Because we are going to give them what they want...we will feed their deprived lives and degenerate minds with their daily needed dose of blood and violence. And you are going to be the victim….the sacrificial lamb for the masses. And no matter how many punches you throw or how much fight you have in you...it will not be a enough.”
“IT WILL NOT BE ENOUGH!”
**Bulls voice echoes in the arena and his face takes on a slight calming look, as does the deep bass of his voice**
“This is your end game Dandy. The final curtain for you. We will not be stopped. We can not be stopped. We intend to end this little charade you call a championship run and then we will show you what a real champion looks like….how a real champion conducts business. The losses of our past will not compare to the destruction of your future. And in the end Dandy...you will be just another victim who was NAILED WITH HATE.”
**Bull grins, something sick and twisted and...righteous...as his laughter echoing through the arena fades with the rest of the scene to nothing but white noise.**