Post by Corey Bull on Nov 9, 2020 22:16:03 GMT -5
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โOh my god. This is fantastic.โ**Loa enters the darkened room. More specifically, a boiler room. She is hugging herself and has a smile of bliss on her face. She is dressed like a sinister Harley Quinn today The newer one, not the older one.**
โWhen I heard that my Hatebringer was getting a chance to rip Frank Lowe a new asshole, I got so wet you could have drowned a baby in my panties. This is truly what you deserve Frank.โ
**A quick flash of blood spraying from an artery covers the screen and then a hand sweeps across, taking all the blood magically away and we are staring at the smile of Loa again**
โHave I got your attention Frank? The despicable Frank Lowe. You're not even really a man Frank, you're just a parasite that seems to have invested the colon of Action Wrestling. I am still trying to find out how you even won that title. I know you didnโt beat anyone of any real consequence for it, but I keep looking just the same. Know what I found? Episode unavailable due to lack of fucks to give. Itโs like the AW website cares so little for how you won the title, that they just glossed over it. Story of your life, I know Frank.โ
**Loa does a sad face and the boo hoo look before she laughs hysterically for a few seconds and then stops, her face serious, her head slightly tilted**
โI know parasites like you Frank. Your kind exists all over this world. Way heavy on the hands, really light on the decency, non existent in the penis department. Over compensating for something is all men like you know Frank. You have one mode! Does the car not work? Hit it. Door wonโt open? Hit it. Wife realizes how pathetic you are? Hit it! Hit it! Hit it! Hit it!โ
**Loa punches herself in the head while repeating the words Hit it. Her breathing is ragged and her eyes are murderous**
โBut that's the Frank Lowe way of life. Hit it! It is all parasites like you understand. Hitting things. So at XIII you will begin to fathom what it is like to be on the other end of the hitting. Because my Hatebringer is going to treat you like a fucking dick and just beat it! Iโm talking no lube, double fist it till its raw beating!โ
**Loa calms her breathing, but murder still screams in her eyes**
โMy only regret is that this is a non title match. How I would love to watch my Hatebringer take that title off of your waist. It would look so much better on him. Instead, it is going to continue to sit on the waist of sputum. But Frank, it is still hardcore and that means you are just a few short days away from becoming hamburger.โ
**Loas voice lowers to a whisper, her eyes staring forward, a hard, cold look in them**
โItโs what you deserve Frank. It is what all men like you deserve. The way you treat people, the way you treat the women you love. You are parasites, a disease in a society that already has too much on its plate. And you slip through the cracks, wink wink nudge nudge, she fell down the stairs. Not this time Frank. There is no hiding what you have done. Not from society, but especially not from him. My Hatebringer is something I rarely see. He is happy. The smile that I saw on my Hatebringers face was the kind that frightens children and makes grown men scream. When I asked him why he was so happy to face you in a non title match, he looked at me with murder in his eyes and said two simple words: Raging. Dead.โ
**An image of Raging Deads gravestone in Bayside, New York appears on the screen for a moment, before it returns to the face of Loa**
โYou killed a good man. A man that my Hatebringer considered a friend, something he almost never does. So he isnโt coming for your title. He isnโt even coming for vengeance. He is simply coming to destroy you and any integrity you think you have created by being the Hardcore Champion. You will leave broken and beaten. You will go on to your next match wondering if you can really beat my Hatebringer. Because deep down you know you canโt Frank.โ
**Corey Bull appears, a darkness that makes the dark around him seem light. The metal death mask is almost smiling, but the eyes scream for blood as they look upon everyone. His voice hits with the force of a heavyweights punch**
โYou do not appreciate life Frank. But you will. You are going to succumb to a force much more powerful than you ever will be. No rules Frank. No limits. Nothing to stop me from doing to you what you did to Dead. But Frank...I wonโt simply kill you. I will make you watch as I tear down everything you have ever created. I will rip your very existence from the seam of reality until the name Frank Lowe is as worthless as the man that carries it. You will find no mercy within me...no stop in my violence. You are nothing to me but a blood spot to be wiped off my boot at the end of the night. No MoRe NiCe ThInGs Frank. EVER!โ
**The eerie stare of the metal death mask and the eyes of Bull fades to black, but seems to remain as the white noise takes over**