Post by Corey Bull on Mar 21, 2021 22:42:51 GMT -5
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**Darkness. That is all you get. The slow, deep thrum of Corey Bull’s voice rolls out.**“You know...it has been a long time since I have felt like this. It’s hard to put a specific word to this feeling. I can describe it...I can relate to you what is coursing through my veins. My blood is thick with it. Every pump of my heart sends another shot of it through me. It’s hot...like liquid fire in my body...jolt after jolt of it. When I lock eyes with someone now...when I know they are going to be my victim...the surge is so visceral that I feel it in the marrow of my bones.”
**A soft release of breath, you can feel the smile and it isn’t a pleasant one**
“It’s predatory. It’s a slow motion moment...staring as I circle the prey...the saliva slowly dripping from my teeth. My eyes boring a hole into the soul...pulling you into the trap....and in a moment it’s done before you even realize what happened.”
**The release of a soft breath again**
“I hate to admit it...but joining the Hangmen has actually helped me. It has drawn out my natural ability to not give a shit what anyone of you in AW land thinks. Management...well we still have a problem. You allowed this to happen. You’ve placed me in a position where I might have to go farther than you will ever want me to go.”
**Suddenly Bull is standing there. Leaning against him, as back to back as they can get, is Loa. Both wear blue jeans, a jean vest, and work boots. Loa though, has a black shirt underneath her vest, where Bull is shirtless. Both look down as each speak in turn**
“Now my Monster, you shouldn’t continue to hold management responsible. After all, you yourself admitted this is helping you.”
“While that is true...management still allowed it to happen. Someone must be held accountable.”
**Loas next words are almost a purr**
“Oh, someone will be held responsible my Monster. This week, however, you have someone else to deal with.”
**Bull shakes his head in a disappointed manner**
“This just shows you how little management cares. They continue to feed me the run off while the pathetic and unworthy sit at the top feasting. So here I get to face Claire Hawkins...again. I think I beat her ass just a few weeks ago and then a few weeks before that! And you wonder why I am angry?!”
“Anger is the right word. She continues to disappoint. I loved watching Claire, she made women like me want to be like her. Now, well now she is just sad. Continuously reaching for a ring that has been risen too high for her to teach again.”
**Bull finally turns to the camera. He had a palpable feel coming off of him like an aura of hate**
“Claire...I’m done playing nice with you. Time and time again I have held back…not because you’re a woman...but because I held just enough respect for you not to remove your head from your body. But at this point...it doesn’t matter anymore. You have become a shell of the woman you once were and you’re a joke in the locker room. I’m sending you home Claire...just not on your feet. Instead...you’ll be wearing something in pine...and boxy. Courtesy of the monster of the gallows.”
**Loa laughs, a beautiful and light sound**
“In case you are as slow as your climb in Action Claire, that means he is gonna bury you in a box. And it isn’t like you’ll be missed Claire. In fact, you’ve already been forgotten.”
“You’re just a faded memory Claire. Action barely remembers you...you still exist because a few fans remember you. I will make sure that mistake is rectified on Clash. You will be gone...just a splat in the mat. You will be exactly like your career Claire. Over and done with.”
**Loa grins**
“I brought a short rope for your long trip Claire. Watching my Monster walk the gallows with you and end your pathetic career will be worth the price of admission for the fans. Watching you fall and not get up...well that’s just priceless.”
**Bull and Loa start to laugh as the camera fades to black**
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Loa and Bull are leaving the studio where they recorded his latest shoot.“Are you serious?”
Bull stops and turns to Loa.
“About what?”
“About the joining of the Hangmen being good for you?”
Bull places his hands on the roof of his Hemicuda.
“Kind of. I can see the potential now. I can see how I can pull strings and manipulate situations. But I don’t know if my patience can hold out.”
Loa laughs and it’s a lighthearted laugh.
“I’m your patience. Just relax and let me try and be the buffer when your patience is about to bottom out.”
“I’m trying. But with management just shitting on me and Frank being the general asshole that he is...I’m about to just kill morherfuckers. Seriously, Noose and Shooter can just eat a dick. I’m sick of people not respecting me. I’m sick of motherfuckers thinking that I’m just a novelty. I’m going to just start slaughtering bitches and see if they get the fucking point.”
Loa smiles.
“You know I love you right. Every time you get worked up my pants turn into a flood. You get me so dam riled up. But your right. You are not a novelty. You are a monster and you have loved your way all these years. Now you are being forced to change. And you're adapting. Save all your hate for the ring. We will figure out the rest. This year my monster, you will hold the Heavyweight title. It has been written. We just need to find the key.”
Bull nods, then climbs into the metal beast and fires it up.