Post by Corey Bull on Nov 24, 2020 1:02:59 GMT -5
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**Loa sits in what seems to be a garage or another section of The Warehouse. She is in a wooden chair that is turned backwards and she leans on the back of it. She wears a white stretched top and a pair of blue jeans, and a face of seriousness.**โYou're cute Mintzel. I mean, you are trying the same tactic everyone else has tried. Poke the monster. Call him irrelevant. Call him a non threat. That hasnโt worked out for anyone else. Why would you perceive this as a tactic worth even engaging in? You seem so much smarter than that, was The Nightingale pulling the wrong string when you spoke?โ
**A coy smile before her face returns to the business at hand.**
โLet's be real here Mintzel, you have never been in a war. Iโm not speaking of the combination of several men in one squared circle battling for some metal and leather. I speak of real war, bullets flying past your head, cries of agony, and the smell of death in the air. But my Hatebringer has been in such a scenario. Both militarily and personally. In war, you do not focus on one thing. If you do, you die. You think my Hatebringer isnโt focused on you? Of course he is, you are a primary target. You and Frank will always be the primary targets in this war of hardcore.โ
โBut my Hatebringer and I, we are no fools. To insinuate that the breed of the lost and Franks lowly Hangmen will not be around is just insulting to my intelligence and to his. Itโs one thing to make remarks about the โmanโ he used to be, it's another to assume that he is not intelligent. He understands that the odds are against him, at least in the numbers game. But you two, on your own, are not a match for him. He was the first Hardcore Champion in Action Wrestling. He beat three other individuals to a pulp to win it. And the man that beat him, held it for the longest reign of any champion. Since then, it has just been wrapped around the waist of one useless fleshbag after another.โ
**Loa raises her face and breathes out a sigh of contempt, before her serious tone continues**
โAnd that segway leads to you Frank. Itโs no secret that most people look at you and just see a despicable piece of wasted potential filled with bovine manure. But we know that you are still a threat, regardless of how my Hatebringer or others think of you. He understands you are a threat. I know what kind of a threat you are. I have felt first hand the blows of anger from a narcissistic male with potency issues. Your need to control everything around you with an iron fist. It is men like you that forged me. Iron sharpens iron. It took one monster, my Hatebringer, to finally take out the weapon and let it be what it was. And in return, I let him out of his box and showed him a better way, helping him to become a better monster. And now, I will watch with joy as he tears your humerus out of your out of your glenohumeral joint and beats you with it.โ
**Loa smiles and softly shakes her head, lowing her eyes for a second, before looking back up**
โMintzel shall have his strings cut from the individuals he doesnโt think he needs, yet does need to attain any status here. Friends he calls them. But in all honesty Mintzel, they will dump you the minute your usefulness exceeds its expiration date. And my Hatebringer is willing to expedite that date for you and for them. One by one Mintzel, you are but the first. The primary target next to you, Frank. Your hangmen are just useless ornaments to attempt to make the story of Frank Lowe interesting and relevant. But you are a symbol of what is wrong with many things in this world and you shall be dealt with in an accordance deserving of your pitifulness. No mercy Frank, tough love you might even call it. This isnโt going to be love though, this will be pure hate.โ
**Loa stands and slowly walks towards a darkened area**
โThis fight isnโt one that was chosen by my Hatebringer, as some people in this match believe it was. It wasnโt even a fight given to him because the front office likes him. Far from it. The breed of the lost made this possible. Odin and his temper made this possible. Nothing just happens though. All this was seen. Preparations were already in the works. It was simply a matter of time. And time is something that the two of you are now in short supply of. Hours. Minutes. Seconds. Each one should be precious to you now. Whether you take the time to appreciate them or not, is your choice. The things that are coming, the things that my Hatebringer is going to do, no good person should ever have to go through. Luckily, that is neither one of you.โ
**Loa stops and stands. Out of the darkness walks the monster Corey Bull. His large frame is covered in sweat, a shirtless behemoth with only jeans and work boots on. He has barbed wire wrapped around a forearm, droplets of blood on his arm. The silver death mask gleams with a sick life of its own, his eyes staring with an intensity to match the sun**
โTime is the only mercy you are now allowed. But when that clock ticks down to the final moment of your doom...know that it was always going to happen this way. For I am more than you can imagine...more then you will ever understand. For you two...I just am more than you can ever be. No MoRe NiCe ThInGs EvEr!โ
**Loa lightly laughs in the same direction Bull looks as everything becomes white noise**