1. Turmoil will be bloody (963)
Nov 18, 2020 2:19:19 GMT -5
Addy A, James Nightingale, and 1 more like this
Post by Corey Bull on Nov 18, 2020 2:19:19 GMT -5
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“Did you really think you could keep him down?”**Loa snaps into sight with the flip of a switch, the white light shining down on her from a lone spotlight. Her face is painted with sigils, as are her bare arms. She stands with her arms crossed. Her voice isn’t angry, it isn’t sad or contempt filled. It simple is**
“That is the mistake of those that are of the breed of the lost. Your own name tells how common your kind is. Lost simply implies your mentality. A breed, though, means you are common enough to be recognized. My Hatebringer isn’t a breed. He is unique, a creature above simple labels. There are none like him. But breeds, well there are many like you. What makes you different Mintzel? What makes you stand out from the common examples of your so-called lost breed?”
**Loa shakes her head slowly**
“Honestly it isn’t much. You were the first Pure champion, you used to be something spectacular in your youth. Isn’t that right der Schmetterling. But since your Pure title run, all you have done is to align yourself with more members of your common breed. You now rely on your group more than your talent. I can see through you Mintzel, I can see that young man who wanted nothing more than to be what he once was. But alas, that time has fallen to the wayside in pursuit of lesser things. Being a tool doesn’t make you useful.”
**Loa smiles, something between sweet and justified**
“That is what you have become Mintzel. Someone that The Nightingale can point in a direction and have him do his bidding. A tool that, without a master, has trouble deciding what to do next. You're a laser guided missile without a laser. Nightingale will not be there to hold your hand. The lost breed can not help you. Inside the confines of a hardcore match, my Hatebringer is the one that runs the show. His will be done. And he will do things, things that none of you are going to enjoy. Pain is just a four letter word to you, but to my Hatebringer it is an art. An art he is fully versed in and willing to show you personally. You and your breed of the lost.”
**A flash of anger slides across her features, but she quickly subsides it.**
“Frank Lowe. How lucky you have been. How nice it must be to have two mongrels at your command. Simplistic creatures with no self respect. That’s your MO though Frank. You find people with no self respect and bend and twist them to your will. You’re a common thug with an ego the size of the Brooklyn Bridge. And you managed to survive my Hatebringer because of extenuating circumstances. I’m sure that will be twisted by your limited vocabulary to your advantage, but I can guarantee you that you will not be so lucky at Turmoil. Your lack of foresight and belief in your superior intelligence is going to, spoiler alert, fail you.”
**A coy smile**
“I did enjoy your ramblings last week though. It brought a laugh to me. Especially the part where you suggest that someone, anyone, would want to be like you. It's obvious you misspoke, for you are the one attempting to be something you are not. You are trying to be like my Hatebringer. Except you used numbers. It took three of you to put down the dead that rages. The breed of the lost also attempts to be dominant by using numbers. While your many take out one, my Hatebringer is one that takes out many. You joke and think less of him, think him less than you. But you are wrong, so wrong that you can not even see what stands before you. Mintzel and the breed of the lost see a danger. Do not believe me? Look to XIII and the truth will set you all free.”
**A quick flash to Bull being thrown over a bridge into the Atlantic Ocean and the Lost Breed climbing into their van.**
“That is an act of fear. They knew what could happen if they had allowed my Hatebringer to do to you what he wished. They knew how badly it would reflect on their excuse of a challenger. So they did what they thought they could, but they did not believe. But I did. I went to the water side, could feel his power ripple through the ocean itself. And as each binding snapped free, his power pulsed. But he did not rise. Instead, he marched forth. Even the might of the ocean could not stop my Hatebringer from seeking his victims. And now he has you all in his sights. And soon, your bodies will fall to the ground. Bring your many. You shall see that his one is all that is needed to end you.”
**Corey Bull moves into the light, his size nearly swallowing the light from Loa. His eyes are not filled with anger, they are just cold as a winter morning**
“Mintzel and Lowe. Both of you have come to a point in your lives where you need to ask yourself if what is about to happen is worth all you have done. For I know that all I will do...is worth it. I would tell you to run...but your lack of common sense and inability to see your future is worthless prevents you from running. I am coming. I am going to take you both to a place that neither one of you wants to go to. And I will enjoy it. Your end is here. No MoRe NiCe ThInGs!”
**Loa laughs and hugs herself as the camera crashes to white noise**