Post by Corey Bull on Mar 14, 2021 22:49:25 GMT -5
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“I can’t believe I have to call you this.”Loa is sitting at a bar stool in the home of Corey Bull. She is flipping through a thick stack of papers, with big sections stapled together.
“This is dam near character assassination!” How can Frank justify this!?”
Bull is standing behind the bar making a drink.
“It isn't’ exactly what I want either, but at this point it feels like management has no plan to intervene, nor do they have a clue as to what is going on. Sio I am going to just do my best to get through this.”
Loa looks frustrated and she just swings and arm and papers go flying all over. She puts a hand to her head and rubs out her temples, before looking at Bull.
“And to top this shit off, you are going against what I can only imagine is a retro porn star who thinks he can wrestle. It’s like management has dropped a few points of IQ and they are just letting anyone with a pulse join the place.”
Bull chuckles.
“Well if this guy is looking for a pounding..”
Bull slams a fist on the bar that makes the glasses jump a foot off the bar and then tumble and fall all over, spilling whiskey all over the place.
“...then this mother fucker has come to the right place, but with the wrong dancing shoes on.”
Bulls grin is anything but friendly and Loa smiles and laughs.
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**We open to the great outdoors. A large field where most of the snow has melted away. The wind blows the stalks from last year slowly, and we see a beautiful women walking through the grass. But it isn’t what we expect. Loa isn’t dressed in any attire like we have seen her in before. Wearing blue jeans and a rawhide vest over white halter top, she wears a cowboy hat on her head. She smiles and tips her hat to the camera as she speaks**“So y’all want to see what happens when you strip a monster of his identity and try to change him into something he isn’t?”
**A large dark figure walks out of the woods on the other side of the field. A pair of blue jeans on his frame, no shirt, and tan work boots, the maskless form of Corey Bull strolls across the field. In his hand is a thick rope, and it is tied in a noose. His hair has been tied back and his eyes, those eyes are still black and soulless, and they seem to be searching for a victim**
“The Gallows Walker. You know, when I first heard Frank call him that, I thought it was the stupidest thing on the planet. No, in the universe. Who would call this magnificent monster something other than what he is. And yet, that is exactly what Frank has done. Wanted to match his little group's theme or whatever. Then I started to think about it. Started to see the beauty in that name as it pertains to my Monster. Gallows Walker. A being large enough to be the gallows himself for many of the pathetic so called men of Action Wrestling. A monster that walks the gallows, prepping the next victim for his inevitable fall. And low and behold, we have our first contestant. And all I can say is, what in the fuck are you?”
**Bull grins. If the devil was a person, this is the person he would be. His eyes, they stare at you even when he isn’t. And his stance is unconcerned yet it feels as if every muscle is ready to let loose. His deep voice is thunderous compared to the lovely notes of Loa’s.**
“Mason Jones. Your debut into action wrestling and you are now standing across the ring from a being that cares very little about what you think you are going to do in the future here in AW. A being that cares very little where you have come from….where you think you are going...and what you think you have done up to this point. Because in my eyes...you mean nothing. You are merely an obstacle...a dog humping the leg of the master….a man who thinks with one appendage and it isn’t the one he is going to need in this match.”
“And by the look of you, you don’t use it anywhere else either.”
**Bull chuckles, something haunting and life changing all by itself.**
“You see Mason...it won’t be lack of experience that beats you in this match. It won’t be because I’m bigger then you...or smarter. IT will be because I am focused more...I am prepared more...and more importantly...I want this more than you. I want each and every win now like a junkie needs his fix. I need to put everybody in front of me into the ground...and I will do just that. I will make them fall..I will make them bleed...and I will make them take a knee! And you’re just the first Mason. The first in what will become a long line of bodies that drop.”
**Loa grins**
“And while I am sure that you're use to being on top or in charge, the fact is that you are out of your element. Your childish behavior and your attitude towards women…”
**Bull looks at her**
“What attitude?”
**Loa grins**
“Oh that’s right, you haven’t watched his promo. Come here my Monster.”
**Bull leans down, and Loa’s sweet smile becomes devious as she whispers into his ear. Bull stands and turns his head towards the camera and there is a darkness that swells over him**
“You’re dead Mason. I am going to beat you so bad...they will need to identify you by dental records!”
**Bulls rage is palpable, the heat of it driving everyone back from the television screen. Loa smiles and her deviant laughter can be heard as the camera fades to black**