Dread I: Bloodstained Snowbanks (1994 words)
Feb 1, 2020 0:47:01 GMT -5
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Post by Corey Bull on Feb 1, 2020 0:47:01 GMT -5
OFF CAMERA
The Warehouse, where else could he possibly be at this time of night. Deep within his labyrinth of metal and mayhem, of pain and glory, sits Corey Bull. Most of the Warehouse is darkened. But at this table, Bull is meticulously working away on something. What, well that remains to be seen as Bulls large frame blocks the view. Bull stops, his head tilting as he looks at the Lissie Hope doll sitting near him.
“You are not better than me, you are a doll.”
PAUSE...my bad. I forget, you don’t “speak and see Bull”. It’s like eating those special mushrooms at times, but still having a semi firm grasp on reality. Yeah...that. So let's rewind this a minute, slide on the Bull Vision filter, and try this again.
“This just proves I her is better than you.”
The voice is that of Lissie Hope, but with a strange echoing sound. The Lissie doll is alive, or at least the facial features of it are. Of course, this is all in Bull’s head. Because hello, dolls are not living. Anatomically correct, sure, but not living. And Bull continues to work on whatever his big body is blocking.
“You are not better than me, you are a doll.”
“But the not better looking version of me her beat you at Revolution 3, so that means I her is better than you.”
“No, that means Lissie won and was better than me on one night. It still hasn't changed a thing.”
“But it changes everything. It proves her my theory right, so therefore I she is better than you. Face it, I she is your salvation.”
Bull lets out a sigh, not unlike a parent dealing with a stubborn child. But it still seems so damn creepy sliding out of the Cheshire grinning death mask he wears.
“When the Indians killed General Custer at the Little Big Horn, were they in the right or wrong?”
“They were right.”
“So, when the cavalry hunted down the Indians and killed them off, eventually leading them into what was more or less large concentration camps called reservations, were they in the right?”
“No!”
“But why?”
“Because they slaughtered innocents!”
“But, that doesn’t mean they were in the wrong. There are people out there that would find that result is the best result. Not me, but that is the reality. History is quote written unquote by the victors, but that doesn't change the truth. Lissie can claim she beat me...that's fine. But it doesn’t make the truth change. I have placed her on the path, the path of False Hope. I have set her down this road...ME...so therefore I win. My point will be proven. That is the truth. That is the reality.”
“False hope?"
Bull shrugs.
“Yeah, it's what I call it. The Path of False Hope. You have in front of you a False Lissie Hope. That is what the fans see. That is what her so called friends see. The loving, caring, angel that every girl wants to be. The so called “champion” that we deserve. But me...I see the truth. And I have set her on the path to this truth. And when the truth becomes the reality, everything will change.”
Bull turns back to whatever it is he is working on.
“So I she gets it. Everything you did to her me over all this time, was to plant a seed and make me she come out to be what me she is meant to be?”
“Yep. Pretty simple really. I took what she already had inside her...and I stoked the fire. I antagonized it....spit on it and twisted it to force it to burst out of her like an Alien. When the time is right...the fire will burn into a blaze and like a phoenix rising from the ashes...a new Lissie will emerge...the True Lissie Hope.”
“”So then, why let her me go to do other things? Why not keep doing it till it happens?”
“Timing. There is a reason for everything. And it will make Lissie that much..better if she thinks this is all her thought. Besides, I have a new individual to burst out of their shell to become their true selves. Teo is almost there...all I need to do is break down the wall he resists the most.”
“And that is?”
Bull turns and looks at the doll, the mask never revealing what lies beneath.
“Himself. A...colleague let’s say...showed me the path to Teo. When I look back...I am surprised I didn’t see it before. As this antagonizing of Lissie happened...the same colleague whispered to me that I needed to set her on the path. So I did. Now...now I must set Teo on his path.”
There is silence for a minute before the doll speaks again.
“So what are you working on?
Bull moves and we see a simple shelf.
“A place for Teo to rest for awhile. After last week...I heard that his head hurts.”
The maniacal laughter that follows echoes throughout the large location.
ON CAMERA
**The sun shines down on the coldness that is the Great Northwoods. The air has a crispness to it, reflections from the ice particles cling to branches and bushes stripped of their foliage greets the camera as it slowly turns, suddenly taking in the monster Corey Bull. His breath pours out in clouds of steam as it hits the air, rising around the sides of the mask as if Bull is a monster of the abyss. The grin of the mask is nearly unbearable in the brightness is the sun's light. Darkness is where you expect him to be, but Bull walks the light with equal confidence that he is the monster no one will approach. Strolling in a well defined snowmobile trail, Bulls hands are slid into his pockets with ease as he continues his walk.**
“Lissie...so nice to see you finally find what you needed to win.”
**Bulls laughter has an extra sharpness to it out here in the open.**
“I’m just kidding. I still won...you just don’t know it yet Lissie. But you will. It is just a matter of time before the maggot of an idea eats you from the inside out and produces the real Lissie Hope. And poor Teo...he seems to have bumped his whittle head. Shame...just a shame. I’m sure a few days of eating green jello in the hospital will clear that right up. And hey...bonus...I can then do it again when you come back. So there is that Teo. Something you can truly look forward to...not like your normal day at Action Wrestling...where the most exciting thing for you is someone mentioning your name.”
**While delivered with the emotion of a rock, you can’t help but feel a Bull is enjoying this a little too much**
“I stared at the card a little longer than normal this week and made note that our “glorious” new champion is an absentee. No surprise, I imagine he wants to pad his title reign so it doesn’t say 2 time, 14 day champion. Frank needs to keep looking over that shoulder...we know that I have a good chance of hitting that match at Clash. I’ll take a moment from Teo to punk Frank...who may honestly be the last real hero this fed has...at least in his own mind. But even Frank’s supposed positivity won’t withstand the amount of hate and pain that I can drop on his skull. Frank...I would be on my hands and knees if I were you...praying that the Hatebringer is overlooked once again for a title shot. Because if I am your opponent...twenty one days is all your gonna be able to muster. But that wasn’t the kicker. I just have no clue...as to who the hell Thomas Snow is.”
**Bull chuckles**
“Which...at length...explains everything about you. Because I looked you up and found that you...this little punk of a kid..won the first Trinity World Championship. And that is about it ...which explains what really happened to the company. They put their dime on you and when the dice were rolled...it came up craps. I imagine that people are going to bill this as a David versus Goliath story...but your no David...and Goliath has nightmares about monsters like me. Frankly...I think that the admins want to level that whole Trinity was a thing...and just hope I’ll destroy you and place the remains somewhere they don’t need to know about...which I am appalled by.”
**Bull mockingly places a hand on his chest, as if he is offended, then chuckles and shrugs**
“Let's be honest...management knows that I can make you disappear. That’s the point of this match Thomas...not so there can be some man versus beast affair...but a public execution. They are feeding you to the monster. They want you gone because you are taking up a roster space that could be filled by someone with actual talent. I can’t even name your greatest accomplishment since coming here...other than being a stain on the roster. And Monday...at Clash...I am going to make you a stain on the mat. Frankly..I’m not playing games with you...your not worth it. I have much bigger fish to fry then the man with the last name Snow.”
**Bull stops**
“Which reminds me...did you pick that name? Since you're from Iowa...I imagine it is a montage to your families disturbing closeness. Or maybe you are hiding from your Daddy Uncle so he doesn’t know that your Sister Mom let you leave and he doesn’t have to keep paying child support. Fuck...if thats the case...its no wonder you took the bastard name of Snow...ala Game of Thrones and all that. Not like your making any big bucks here cleaning the locker rooms when the arena shuts down. And you and I...we know that after this match your going to be out of work. Your not big enough to slap on the Blizzard...and I have more detonation in my pants then you do in your entire body...so that little Nuclear Winter you like to use is going to come up as a dud. It’s fucking curtains for you Snow...just another cold front ignored and forgotten like all the others before it. So I am going to knock that chip off your shoulders...and your head! Then Trinity and you will finally have one thing in common...you're both dead!”
**Bull finally comes to something not resembling a two track road up here, the main road that rolls through the Northwoods, US2. He looks across the highway and takes a deep breath, the camera turning to take in the cold glory of the Great Northwoods. The spruce trees and maples, the pines and poplars. Bull’s breath still steams out of the mask, giving him the eerie presence of hell incarnate. Bull takes a deep breath and releases it with something that I guess could be construed as a satisfying sound. Bull turns his head and the camera follows his gaze to a blood stain on the road and what looks like parts of something strewn in the snowbank beside the road**
“You smell that Snow...it's the coppery scent of blood in the air. It’s like a bakery shop to me...announcing the coming downfall of what you consider a career. It gets me so pumped...it makes me want to just...oh I don’t know...grab someone by the limbs and rip them off their body and watch the stumps spew blood till the life is gone. Or...just maybe...shove some little crack head in front of a semi barreling down the road at high speed on a dark night on some backwoods highway.”
**Bull shoves the camera and starts to laugh, that long demonic maniacal laugh of his, as he turns and begins to walk back down the trail. The camera works it’s way up and looks back and for a moment...you really hope that wasn’t a hat you saw as the camera suddenly turns to white noise.**
The Warehouse, where else could he possibly be at this time of night. Deep within his labyrinth of metal and mayhem, of pain and glory, sits Corey Bull. Most of the Warehouse is darkened. But at this table, Bull is meticulously working away on something. What, well that remains to be seen as Bulls large frame blocks the view. Bull stops, his head tilting as he looks at the Lissie Hope doll sitting near him.
“You are not better than me, you are a doll.”
PAUSE...my bad. I forget, you don’t “speak and see Bull”. It’s like eating those special mushrooms at times, but still having a semi firm grasp on reality. Yeah...that. So let's rewind this a minute, slide on the Bull Vision filter, and try this again.
“This just proves I her is better than you.”
The voice is that of Lissie Hope, but with a strange echoing sound. The Lissie doll is alive, or at least the facial features of it are. Of course, this is all in Bull’s head. Because hello, dolls are not living. Anatomically correct, sure, but not living. And Bull continues to work on whatever his big body is blocking.
“You are not better than me, you are a doll.”
“But the not better looking version of me her beat you at Revolution 3, so that means I her is better than you.”
“No, that means Lissie won and was better than me on one night. It still hasn't changed a thing.”
“But it changes everything. It proves her my theory right, so therefore I she is better than you. Face it, I she is your salvation.”
Bull lets out a sigh, not unlike a parent dealing with a stubborn child. But it still seems so damn creepy sliding out of the Cheshire grinning death mask he wears.
“When the Indians killed General Custer at the Little Big Horn, were they in the right or wrong?”
“They were right.”
“So, when the cavalry hunted down the Indians and killed them off, eventually leading them into what was more or less large concentration camps called reservations, were they in the right?”
“No!”
“But why?”
“Because they slaughtered innocents!”
“But, that doesn’t mean they were in the wrong. There are people out there that would find that result is the best result. Not me, but that is the reality. History is quote written unquote by the victors, but that doesn't change the truth. Lissie can claim she beat me...that's fine. But it doesn’t make the truth change. I have placed her on the path, the path of False Hope. I have set her down this road...ME...so therefore I win. My point will be proven. That is the truth. That is the reality.”
“False hope?"
Bull shrugs.
“Yeah, it's what I call it. The Path of False Hope. You have in front of you a False Lissie Hope. That is what the fans see. That is what her so called friends see. The loving, caring, angel that every girl wants to be. The so called “champion” that we deserve. But me...I see the truth. And I have set her on the path to this truth. And when the truth becomes the reality, everything will change.”
Bull turns back to whatever it is he is working on.
“So I she gets it. Everything you did to her me over all this time, was to plant a seed and make me she come out to be what me she is meant to be?”
“Yep. Pretty simple really. I took what she already had inside her...and I stoked the fire. I antagonized it....spit on it and twisted it to force it to burst out of her like an Alien. When the time is right...the fire will burn into a blaze and like a phoenix rising from the ashes...a new Lissie will emerge...the True Lissie Hope.”
“”So then, why let her me go to do other things? Why not keep doing it till it happens?”
“Timing. There is a reason for everything. And it will make Lissie that much..better if she thinks this is all her thought. Besides, I have a new individual to burst out of their shell to become their true selves. Teo is almost there...all I need to do is break down the wall he resists the most.”
“And that is?”
Bull turns and looks at the doll, the mask never revealing what lies beneath.
“Himself. A...colleague let’s say...showed me the path to Teo. When I look back...I am surprised I didn’t see it before. As this antagonizing of Lissie happened...the same colleague whispered to me that I needed to set her on the path. So I did. Now...now I must set Teo on his path.”
There is silence for a minute before the doll speaks again.
“So what are you working on?
Bull moves and we see a simple shelf.
“A place for Teo to rest for awhile. After last week...I heard that his head hurts.”
The maniacal laughter that follows echoes throughout the large location.
ON CAMERA
**The sun shines down on the coldness that is the Great Northwoods. The air has a crispness to it, reflections from the ice particles cling to branches and bushes stripped of their foliage greets the camera as it slowly turns, suddenly taking in the monster Corey Bull. His breath pours out in clouds of steam as it hits the air, rising around the sides of the mask as if Bull is a monster of the abyss. The grin of the mask is nearly unbearable in the brightness is the sun's light. Darkness is where you expect him to be, but Bull walks the light with equal confidence that he is the monster no one will approach. Strolling in a well defined snowmobile trail, Bulls hands are slid into his pockets with ease as he continues his walk.**
“Lissie...so nice to see you finally find what you needed to win.”
**Bulls laughter has an extra sharpness to it out here in the open.**
“I’m just kidding. I still won...you just don’t know it yet Lissie. But you will. It is just a matter of time before the maggot of an idea eats you from the inside out and produces the real Lissie Hope. And poor Teo...he seems to have bumped his whittle head. Shame...just a shame. I’m sure a few days of eating green jello in the hospital will clear that right up. And hey...bonus...I can then do it again when you come back. So there is that Teo. Something you can truly look forward to...not like your normal day at Action Wrestling...where the most exciting thing for you is someone mentioning your name.”
**While delivered with the emotion of a rock, you can’t help but feel a Bull is enjoying this a little too much**
“I stared at the card a little longer than normal this week and made note that our “glorious” new champion is an absentee. No surprise, I imagine he wants to pad his title reign so it doesn’t say 2 time, 14 day champion. Frank needs to keep looking over that shoulder...we know that I have a good chance of hitting that match at Clash. I’ll take a moment from Teo to punk Frank...who may honestly be the last real hero this fed has...at least in his own mind. But even Frank’s supposed positivity won’t withstand the amount of hate and pain that I can drop on his skull. Frank...I would be on my hands and knees if I were you...praying that the Hatebringer is overlooked once again for a title shot. Because if I am your opponent...twenty one days is all your gonna be able to muster. But that wasn’t the kicker. I just have no clue...as to who the hell Thomas Snow is.”
**Bull chuckles**
“Which...at length...explains everything about you. Because I looked you up and found that you...this little punk of a kid..won the first Trinity World Championship. And that is about it ...which explains what really happened to the company. They put their dime on you and when the dice were rolled...it came up craps. I imagine that people are going to bill this as a David versus Goliath story...but your no David...and Goliath has nightmares about monsters like me. Frankly...I think that the admins want to level that whole Trinity was a thing...and just hope I’ll destroy you and place the remains somewhere they don’t need to know about...which I am appalled by.”
**Bull mockingly places a hand on his chest, as if he is offended, then chuckles and shrugs**
“Let's be honest...management knows that I can make you disappear. That’s the point of this match Thomas...not so there can be some man versus beast affair...but a public execution. They are feeding you to the monster. They want you gone because you are taking up a roster space that could be filled by someone with actual talent. I can’t even name your greatest accomplishment since coming here...other than being a stain on the roster. And Monday...at Clash...I am going to make you a stain on the mat. Frankly..I’m not playing games with you...your not worth it. I have much bigger fish to fry then the man with the last name Snow.”
**Bull stops**
“Which reminds me...did you pick that name? Since you're from Iowa...I imagine it is a montage to your families disturbing closeness. Or maybe you are hiding from your Daddy Uncle so he doesn’t know that your Sister Mom let you leave and he doesn’t have to keep paying child support. Fuck...if thats the case...its no wonder you took the bastard name of Snow...ala Game of Thrones and all that. Not like your making any big bucks here cleaning the locker rooms when the arena shuts down. And you and I...we know that after this match your going to be out of work. Your not big enough to slap on the Blizzard...and I have more detonation in my pants then you do in your entire body...so that little Nuclear Winter you like to use is going to come up as a dud. It’s fucking curtains for you Snow...just another cold front ignored and forgotten like all the others before it. So I am going to knock that chip off your shoulders...and your head! Then Trinity and you will finally have one thing in common...you're both dead!”
**Bull finally comes to something not resembling a two track road up here, the main road that rolls through the Northwoods, US2. He looks across the highway and takes a deep breath, the camera turning to take in the cold glory of the Great Northwoods. The spruce trees and maples, the pines and poplars. Bull’s breath still steams out of the mask, giving him the eerie presence of hell incarnate. Bull takes a deep breath and releases it with something that I guess could be construed as a satisfying sound. Bull turns his head and the camera follows his gaze to a blood stain on the road and what looks like parts of something strewn in the snowbank beside the road**
“You smell that Snow...it's the coppery scent of blood in the air. It’s like a bakery shop to me...announcing the coming downfall of what you consider a career. It gets me so pumped...it makes me want to just...oh I don’t know...grab someone by the limbs and rip them off their body and watch the stumps spew blood till the life is gone. Or...just maybe...shove some little crack head in front of a semi barreling down the road at high speed on a dark night on some backwoods highway.”
**Bull shoves the camera and starts to laugh, that long demonic maniacal laugh of his, as he turns and begins to walk back down the trail. The camera works it’s way up and looks back and for a moment...you really hope that wasn’t a hat you saw as the camera suddenly turns to white noise.**