Post by Corey Bull on Feb 7, 2021 15:51:44 GMT -5
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The shower runs, a loud sound of water crashing. But it isn’t the only sound, unable to drown out the crying of Valerie. It is obvious that she is extremely distraught.“This is all my fault. If I had just listened and stayed in the back, then none of this would be happening.”
Bull leans against the wall, his face emotionless. His eyes are just black dots of nothingness that lead into the abyss. He looks up, the death mask no longer on his face.
“I let them get to me. I let them use me against you.”
Bull’s eyes move to the shower, the shape on the other side just a shadow, the sound of the water continuous.
“It isn’t your fault. It is mine. This is my failure...This is my weakness.”
The water stops. Valerie opens the shower door and she reaches out and grabs the towel. After a moment, she steps out, the towel wrapped around her body. She sweeps her hair back and walks to Bull, wrapping her arms around him and leaning into him. He places a hand on her, but his soulless eyes continue to stare up.
“How are we going to make this work? Frank is a piece of shit and you know he is going to just use you to make himself look better.”
A grin, one that isn't nice, crosses Bulls face.
“He is. I know that. I expect nothing less from him.”
Valerie sweeps her hair behind her ears and steps back, looking at him.
“How are you so calm?”
Bull looks down at her, his eyes just as soulless as usual.
“Because I am. Throwing a fit, whining like him, it won’t get me anywhere. Instead, I need to come up with a way to make this work. But I swear to the gods...if he lays a single finger on you…”
Valerie places a finger to his lips.
“Then I will do what I have to. It’s in the contract.”
Bull shakes his head.
“Fuck that, I’ll kill him. I will slaughter him, I will slaughter his two little bitches. They will be nothing more than road pizzas to me.”
Valerie sniffles and smiles for the first time.
“No, we need to play this the right way. I’m sorry, I was lost for a moment there. But now I see it, now I see what must be done. I need some time to myself, you will need to go without me. This week you need to handle things alone. I need to dig into the earth and find the salt that I will need to deal with Frank.”
Bull chuckles a little, then lets out a breath.
“I have things to do. You need to get yourself right Valerie. Be the woman I know you are. I, on the other hand, have bodies to make.”
Bull kisses the top of her head, then rolls his shoulders and leaves the room. Valerie breathes out a deep breath, then begins the process of getting herself prepared for the mental journey that is coming. Bull, meanwhile, makes his way to the lower realms of the house. A place he built a long time ago. A place of reflection. A place of privacy. And at one point or another, a place of dark thoughts and even darker deeds. It is here that he pulls out a large chair, sets it in the middle of the room, and sits down.
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**The four walls of this room are just cement. Not blocks, but straight cement. Poured into a frame and dropped into place, this room was built so that no sound could escape it. Surrounded by heaving insulating, walking to the room leaves one wondering what you will find on the other side. It lays as a separate entity from the basement. You can see that it rest on the basement floor, as if it was placed in here after the basement was laid. The door is metal, solid and thick, and makes an extremely loud screeching sound as it is opened. Inside is a cement floor with a drain in the middle, the entire floor slightly angled from all sides to drain to the middle. Twenty by twenty, it isn’t a small room, looking even more massive with its lack of decoration. Just manacles and chains hanging from the wall and ceiling, a light dangling in the center, and a chair in the middle, with the monster himself seated in it. And Bull looks...different. The mask is not on his face, in fact it’s nowhere in sight. Bull has his hands steepled in front of his face and when he starts to talk, you can sense the frustration and anger in his voice.**“It’s been a long time since I sat down and told you all how it is. And lets face it, I haven’t had to. I have let my hands speak for me. Loa is always at my side willing to sing the praises of me, the Hatebringer of you all. But recent events have brought forth a new...inkling within me. And I need to ensure that everyone understands what is happening. Not from the lips of my love...but from the bowels of my own dark soul. And you can understand something right now. You want a fucking shoot...well this is a fucking shoot.”
**Bull aims his fingers like a gun at the camera and “pulls the trigger”**
“One round for you Lowe, that's all I really need. I wouldn’t even waste that sort of ammo on you, but let's be real. You deserve to know the truth. I am going to remove you from the world. Not just a simple buried and forgotten moment, but literally dust in the fucking wind. I intend to deliver to you every ounce of pain and suffering you have coming for you. Not only for the disrespect you caused a friends family when you killed Raging Dead...but for your little henchbitches putting their hands on MY LOA! These are things that must not be forgotten...nor will they be ignored Frank. So for now...you have the services of a monster better than you will ever be. But be careful Frank. Tick tock...tick tock motherfucker.”
**Bull doubles a double pull on the camera this time**
“Two rounds for Max and Baker. Hello Baker, did you miss me? I have to say...I sure missed you...well your suffering anyways. It seems such a long time since I made someone like you suffer. And yet...here we are now. A man Made God right at my fingertips...or a former man made God. I am going to be perfectly honest Baker, I haven't noticed much of anything about you in months. I realize you are still here...but you were not even in the same zone as me. I was more concerned with developing myself into a force of nature...of tapping into who I am and who I want to be. So paying attention to those that think they are this godly creation...well you can imagine I gave no fucks about it. But I guess I need to pay attention now...if only long enough to take this new age AW wrestler and remind him of what it is like to be at the wrong end of an ass kicking. To show him the path that so many have to walk...the path of destruction after the Hatebringer deals you a dose of pain...a reminder of your place.
“And Max over here...this is the first time we have formally met...so let me give you a quick spoiler alert. If you think losing your memory is a bitch...then you better not step in the ring against me. Cause I don’t plan on showing you what a skilled wrestler I am or how technically talented I may be. No no no….nothing like that. I intend to walk in and cause the equivalent of an interstate car crash. This isn’t going to be some redemption story Max...not the underdog pulling out the great win or anything of that sort of matter. I am just coming in to beat two bodies that are in my way. Because I need to win this more then you or Baker will ever know or understand."
**Bull places his hands on his pants legs.**
“I’m saving the rest of the rounds in my clip for you Action Wrestling. More specifically...management. You have always talked your game when it came to me. Such a great wrestler….going to be so much...and yet...just not enough to be top tier talent. And yet...time and time again...I step up and I do the things that no one else here has the balls to do or the will to do. I have been here since the start...I have bled for this company...I have done things for this company that would have sent others to prison or worse and still...STILL...I have never seen the promised land. And now...because you didn’t see fit to ensure that the one on one match between Lowe and myself remained just that...I am now in the servitude of someone that can do what they want with my contract and you didn’t think it might be wise to add a time limit of stipulations to it? No...of course not...this is Corey Bull...the Hatebringer...it's alright. Everyone KNEW I would level Frank. Everyone KNEW he had no chance. But yet...it seems that no one knew his assclowns would get involved. So you can expect that I will be getting redemption for that. You can assure yourself that as the day is long and I am certainly no saint...that I WILL get my redemption. Be it title or blood...it will occur.”
**Bull clears his throat, sweeping up his hair into a ponytail as he talks**
“Everyone thinks that I just do the things I do as a gimmick...like this is all part time to me. None of you understand...how could you? You all just live a life that is an act. Out of everyone in this company...there is a handful that are as you see them. Sam Kidsgrove is without a doubt one of those. That isn’t a gimmick you see..that is the man. And that is a man that I can fight next to. Because we have done it before...had a great run planned until Downfall had to get all butthurt and join the Cult of Nightingale ass kissers.”
“Kidsgrove is as you see him...every bit and more. And the two of us have an understanding...the kind that forms between two men that are truthful about who and what they are. We know what has to be done...we understand this is limited until we get to the eight man. So until then...we are a cohesive unit. Two individuals that plan on wrecking the competition so that we each have a fair shake at the final spot in Havoc. So if you think that you can divide us...your wrong. We are already divided. We just know how to work together through it.”
**Bull leans forward**
“Now Monday is right around the corner. And I am hungry. Hungry for someone to suffer. Hungry for someone to understand the pain I feel inside. I am going to spread that pain and cause so much more. You two...this isn’t your fault. But it is going to feel like it is. A product of the wrong place...wrong time. So now...I am going to go and get on a plane and I will see you at Clash. But I will leave you with this conundrum. Everyone says to grab the bull by the horns. But no one tells you what to do once you do that. And the reason for that...is because no one is left to tell you what they did. Food for thought.”
**Bulls voice is borderline murderous as he finishes talking, a smile more like a predatory grin. He stands and walks out of this dark room and everything becomes white noise on the creaking sound of the door shutting**