Post by coreybull on May 25, 2016 0:22:07 GMT -5
"A good plan violently executed now is better than a perfect plan executed next week"
--- General George S Patton
Everyone has had the sense at least once in their miserable lives that things in the world are not right...that not everything is as hunky dory as it seems. Humans sometime feel that sinister truths hide behind a facade of normality...veiled partially by the rational, orderly "natural laws" taught to them by science. Mankind is told that medieval beliefs in monsters and magic were merely primitive superstitions. But humans are too wise for that sort of bullshit these days...at least that is what humans say to assure themselves. But at night...when the shadows grow long and the wind whistles through the trees, mankind shudders and remembers the older truths...the truths of their ancestors...the truth behind the things that you should fear.
We know, deep down, that the world is far more terrifying then most humans allow their rational minds to acknowledge. To accept this subconscious truth...well that is to invite madness...to succumb to the raw chaos that lurks on the edges of a mortal mans perception. Best to shut your eyes children, pretend it isn't there. If you pretend we do not exist, maybe we will not see you.
Pretending that something is not there...that we do not exist...does not make it go away. It only helps to hide it better, and predators like to hide from their prey...otherwise they might be scared and run.
A world where such predators truly exists in a conspiracy theorists worst nightmare. In such a reality...unseen beings hatch incognito plots against man...pulling their strings like puppeteers looming above them...hiding in the darkness just beyond the stage lights. Mans only protection from things like us....is ignorance...the obliviousness that allows man to keep going day by day...building towards "something meaningful" : a career...a family...a home. Allegations about secret masters or creatures lurking in the night simply lack evidence....at least to the men actively searching for that which already stands before them. If such things are real, they say, then why do we not see them on the evening news? Because we are in the wrestling world....on prime time....on pay per view...on your TV's and in your children's hearts. There are whole internet sites dedicated to the unknown forces of mankind's life....and some of those forces wear a mask. It is hard to believe in something that can not be seen...even if it is right in front of your face.
Once humans realize that things are not as they seem, they must inevitably conclude that they have never been what they thought they were. History is a lie. If a monster that walks and talks as a man exist, how long have others like him been here? Ancient legends certainly seem to describe beings of a similar...nature. Are the superstitious ravings of mans ancestors true? Maybe other things....vampires, werewolves, sorcerers...are real and always have been. Which raises the question, how much of actual history is actual fact...and how much of it is mere conjecture? Are their beings such as ourself actively working to falsify evidence of the past, covering their tracks from all records, written or otherwise? Perhaps the facts are right...but the reasons are wrong. Surely, Columbus did discover America....but maybe his purpose wasn't to seek the Indies to prove the Earth was round. What if he was transporting something from the old world....and into the new, a land he already knew existed thanks to legends and map fragments? What if this something...wasn't a thing at all, but a monster? Ridiculous man screams. Plausible we counter.
In any event, mankind will always...first and foremost...do its best to make such things seem unbelievable and false. No man can be as we are. No man can be more human then any other human...to suggest such a thing is to invite madness. And yet...we exist. We are flesh and blood...human no longer...we haven't been a "human" in the basic senses of the word in a very long time. We are something more...to deny that, to claim it as a false statement...well one only need look to the history we have waged through out the years to see the truth. We are a monster....the things we have seen...the things we have done...no man could do such things without invoking insanity upon his brow.
Many call us insane.
Some even say we are not fit to step into the ring.
Too violent...likes it too much...causes too much pain and suffering.
We say...we are judgement made whole...and our vengeance is no less needed then warranted.
We are coming...on the wings of the angelz....and we have been sent to do what man only pretends to do.
To judge....to sentence...and to execute with extreme prejudice.
**A single light is on in this darkened space, and a shadow sits in a chair of death. The light brightens enough so that both shadow and chair can be seen. It is Corey Bull, and he is sitting in an electric chair. His elbows rest on his knees and his fingers are steepled together as he starts to speak, his voice cold**
"A thug with a pig mask, like in that movie, walks with slow and measured paces. He has a pick axe in his callused grip...and it is already wet with gore. He can hear them, the teenagers he has been following, hiding behind a bedroom door. Weeping. Sniffling. Praying to God. But, he doesn't know why. He can't understand why. A snake oil salesman sits at the bar, sipping his drink, laughing, making jokes, and pretending not to care. Pretending he doesn't want to murder everybody as soon as fucking possible. Pretending that, right now in his trunk, there isn't a suitcase full of human scalps and skins. He drinks his drink and dreams of blood."
"This is the frightening truth...sometimes, people just kill. Not out of passion, not because of poor judgement or misguided revenge. No...sometimes they kill cause they want to, because they NEED to. Maybe they are born that way, maybe they are programmed that way, or maybe they were driven to it. And they can never just kill one person, no. Its two, or three, or ten. And they keep going until the body count is hitting the fucking rafters or they are stopped. And the killing...it changes them. Its like a switch, except instead of turning something on....it turns something off. Like a light snuffing out. Maybe its a part of their soul. Maybe it is just a part of their mind. Whatever it is, a place inside them goes dead. Or hell, maybe it was dead a long time ago and just now is becoming obvious in the overall scheme of the mind. Society's modern boogeyman. Something...just not human. And that Dirk, is what is happening here."
**If the mask could grin, it just did. Bull's eyes stare out as cold, dead orbs of hate**
"You see Dirk, you were the one that flicked the switch. Up until now, we had control over a lot of things. But in our mind....well things are not as straightforward as most people. We are not as simple as the average person. No...complexity is an under statement when attempting to describe how thoughts, emotions, and all the other beauties of our brain work. So when we finally got to see the video, when we saw what you had done.....we decided to abandon the rules. Fuck. The. Rules. You have placed yourself in front of the firing squad and you are holding your head up definitely...somehow believing you have a snowballs chance in hell of coming out of this with the win."
**Bulls voice becomes a harsh whisper**
"Have you forgotten who it is you face?"
**Bull stands and walks to the camera, into more light. The vision of Bull in his full and sinister splendor is enough to cause strokes and early child birth across the viewing audience**
"Have you forgotten who we are!"
"Have you forgotten what we are capable of. It isn't hard for us to imagine you being that stupid Dirk. After all, you continue to do things that just show the world the depths of your lack of intelligence. Popping pills and getting hammered? A failed suicide attempt that was a cry for sympothy and attention. You weren't really going to do it. And if you were, then your inability to follow through just shows your lack of testicular fortitude. Your crying fit over Emma. Motherfucker please, you had no chance and filled in the blanks as you wanted to. She wanted a friend, you wanted someone to stick your little cowboy in and wiggle it around for a few seconds to call yourself a man. Your pathetic."
**Bull walks over to some sort of a mannequin wearing armor similar to the armor Dirk wore to attack Ashley**
"And this shit right here, this shit is just....there isn't even a word to begin to describe how low this is. This is a ballistics gel dummy, with bones and organs that simulate the real skeletal structure."
**Bull reaches down and picks up a sledge hammer**
"We wanted to show you how stupid it'll be if you wear that shit against us."
**Bull starts cracking the mannequin, breaking off armor and splattering pieces of the dummy. It falls over and Bull takes a few more heavy, overhead swings before dropping the hammer with force**
"Your a coward. You attack a woman...in her locker room, after removing all her protection, and your armored. How can you even call yourself a man?! Your lower then that scum you find at the corner of your mouth when you have slept with it open. Ball sweat gets more respect then you. And why? Because you have done NOTHING for people to respect you Dirk. And because of this, because Dirk wanted to be a known man, we lost someone we thought was a friend. And then, in the Apex Predators, we carried the team. Not Dirk. It wasn't even a fifty/fifty sharing. People targeted us because they knew who the threat was. It wasn't Dirk Bentley. It was Corey Bull. And when we lost...it wasn't Corey Bull they pinned. It was you Dirk. The obvious weak link in the chain."
**Bull walks over and sits back down in the electric chair, hands resting on his knees**
"And finally...you go and twist something that was told to you in private...something that was very personal to us. You want to call us that name when you know it was the name our mother called us. A woman who was abused and drowned herself in a bottle...a woman that cared for us with everything she had...she called us that. And you are going to be a disrespectful little fuck...and use it to taunt us."
"HAVE YOU LOST YOUR GODDAMN MIND!"
**Bulls eyes are murderous**
"You know that this tactic is the wrong way to go with us. You know....the angrier we get...the harder we are to stop. And yet...you continue along this path....proving once again that your stupidity knows no bounds. Well let us be the first to send our best wishes to Summer. Because you won't be walking away from this one Dirk. This won't be another day at the office for you. This is going to be your judgement day. You have been found guilty Dirk...guilty of crimes against women....impersonating a handicapped person.....crimes against the faithful of NGW. You have broken our pact. You have attempted to disrespect our friend. We don't care if she is talking to us or not...we see her as a friend and for what you did....WE WILL HAVE YOUR HEAD!"
"And for all your whining and bitching about the AoD....you put yourself into a dangerous position. You can't have any help Dirk. No one can save you. Nothing can stop us. We don't need a firing squad when one bullet will do the job. We are the executioner and it will be our blade you watch slice through the air for your neck. The switch...its off Dirk. Your health...your well being...the very ability to breath....are all in jeopardy for you. And we just don't care. First you will hurt....then you will suffer...and then, who knows. Maybe we will leave a piece of you alive. Maybe we won't. We just...don't...know. Anything can happen in this sort of a match."
**Bull shrugs, a movement that seems more nasty when he does it**
"We can...and will...hit you with anything and everything. We will hold your head so women in the crowd can spit on you. We will let little kids throw soda on you. We want you to understand the humility you have caused and that your actions have condemned you to this. You think your the new bad in town. That people need to be afraid of what you can do Dirk..."
**The camera shows just the mask and Bulls eyes...murderous, cold, final**
"Wait till you see what we are about to unleash upon you. We will unbind you from the mortal coil and then they can come and pick the rest of you up with a sponge. Your going to be more then just nailed by hate Dirk."
"Your going to be OBLITERATED."
**The lights slowly fade out and the camera fades on the eyes of Bull**
--- General George S Patton
Everyone has had the sense at least once in their miserable lives that things in the world are not right...that not everything is as hunky dory as it seems. Humans sometime feel that sinister truths hide behind a facade of normality...veiled partially by the rational, orderly "natural laws" taught to them by science. Mankind is told that medieval beliefs in monsters and magic were merely primitive superstitions. But humans are too wise for that sort of bullshit these days...at least that is what humans say to assure themselves. But at night...when the shadows grow long and the wind whistles through the trees, mankind shudders and remembers the older truths...the truths of their ancestors...the truth behind the things that you should fear.
We know, deep down, that the world is far more terrifying then most humans allow their rational minds to acknowledge. To accept this subconscious truth...well that is to invite madness...to succumb to the raw chaos that lurks on the edges of a mortal mans perception. Best to shut your eyes children, pretend it isn't there. If you pretend we do not exist, maybe we will not see you.
Pretending that something is not there...that we do not exist...does not make it go away. It only helps to hide it better, and predators like to hide from their prey...otherwise they might be scared and run.
A world where such predators truly exists in a conspiracy theorists worst nightmare. In such a reality...unseen beings hatch incognito plots against man...pulling their strings like puppeteers looming above them...hiding in the darkness just beyond the stage lights. Mans only protection from things like us....is ignorance...the obliviousness that allows man to keep going day by day...building towards "something meaningful" : a career...a family...a home. Allegations about secret masters or creatures lurking in the night simply lack evidence....at least to the men actively searching for that which already stands before them. If such things are real, they say, then why do we not see them on the evening news? Because we are in the wrestling world....on prime time....on pay per view...on your TV's and in your children's hearts. There are whole internet sites dedicated to the unknown forces of mankind's life....and some of those forces wear a mask. It is hard to believe in something that can not be seen...even if it is right in front of your face.
Once humans realize that things are not as they seem, they must inevitably conclude that they have never been what they thought they were. History is a lie. If a monster that walks and talks as a man exist, how long have others like him been here? Ancient legends certainly seem to describe beings of a similar...nature. Are the superstitious ravings of mans ancestors true? Maybe other things....vampires, werewolves, sorcerers...are real and always have been. Which raises the question, how much of actual history is actual fact...and how much of it is mere conjecture? Are their beings such as ourself actively working to falsify evidence of the past, covering their tracks from all records, written or otherwise? Perhaps the facts are right...but the reasons are wrong. Surely, Columbus did discover America....but maybe his purpose wasn't to seek the Indies to prove the Earth was round. What if he was transporting something from the old world....and into the new, a land he already knew existed thanks to legends and map fragments? What if this something...wasn't a thing at all, but a monster? Ridiculous man screams. Plausible we counter.
In any event, mankind will always...first and foremost...do its best to make such things seem unbelievable and false. No man can be as we are. No man can be more human then any other human...to suggest such a thing is to invite madness. And yet...we exist. We are flesh and blood...human no longer...we haven't been a "human" in the basic senses of the word in a very long time. We are something more...to deny that, to claim it as a false statement...well one only need look to the history we have waged through out the years to see the truth. We are a monster....the things we have seen...the things we have done...no man could do such things without invoking insanity upon his brow.
Many call us insane.
Some even say we are not fit to step into the ring.
Too violent...likes it too much...causes too much pain and suffering.
We say...we are judgement made whole...and our vengeance is no less needed then warranted.
We are coming...on the wings of the angelz....and we have been sent to do what man only pretends to do.
To judge....to sentence...and to execute with extreme prejudice.
**A single light is on in this darkened space, and a shadow sits in a chair of death. The light brightens enough so that both shadow and chair can be seen. It is Corey Bull, and he is sitting in an electric chair. His elbows rest on his knees and his fingers are steepled together as he starts to speak, his voice cold**
"A thug with a pig mask, like in that movie, walks with slow and measured paces. He has a pick axe in his callused grip...and it is already wet with gore. He can hear them, the teenagers he has been following, hiding behind a bedroom door. Weeping. Sniffling. Praying to God. But, he doesn't know why. He can't understand why. A snake oil salesman sits at the bar, sipping his drink, laughing, making jokes, and pretending not to care. Pretending he doesn't want to murder everybody as soon as fucking possible. Pretending that, right now in his trunk, there isn't a suitcase full of human scalps and skins. He drinks his drink and dreams of blood."
"This is the frightening truth...sometimes, people just kill. Not out of passion, not because of poor judgement or misguided revenge. No...sometimes they kill cause they want to, because they NEED to. Maybe they are born that way, maybe they are programmed that way, or maybe they were driven to it. And they can never just kill one person, no. Its two, or three, or ten. And they keep going until the body count is hitting the fucking rafters or they are stopped. And the killing...it changes them. Its like a switch, except instead of turning something on....it turns something off. Like a light snuffing out. Maybe its a part of their soul. Maybe it is just a part of their mind. Whatever it is, a place inside them goes dead. Or hell, maybe it was dead a long time ago and just now is becoming obvious in the overall scheme of the mind. Society's modern boogeyman. Something...just not human. And that Dirk, is what is happening here."
**If the mask could grin, it just did. Bull's eyes stare out as cold, dead orbs of hate**
"You see Dirk, you were the one that flicked the switch. Up until now, we had control over a lot of things. But in our mind....well things are not as straightforward as most people. We are not as simple as the average person. No...complexity is an under statement when attempting to describe how thoughts, emotions, and all the other beauties of our brain work. So when we finally got to see the video, when we saw what you had done.....we decided to abandon the rules. Fuck. The. Rules. You have placed yourself in front of the firing squad and you are holding your head up definitely...somehow believing you have a snowballs chance in hell of coming out of this with the win."
**Bulls voice becomes a harsh whisper**
"Have you forgotten who it is you face?"
**Bull stands and walks to the camera, into more light. The vision of Bull in his full and sinister splendor is enough to cause strokes and early child birth across the viewing audience**
"Have you forgotten who we are!"
"Have you forgotten what we are capable of. It isn't hard for us to imagine you being that stupid Dirk. After all, you continue to do things that just show the world the depths of your lack of intelligence. Popping pills and getting hammered? A failed suicide attempt that was a cry for sympothy and attention. You weren't really going to do it. And if you were, then your inability to follow through just shows your lack of testicular fortitude. Your crying fit over Emma. Motherfucker please, you had no chance and filled in the blanks as you wanted to. She wanted a friend, you wanted someone to stick your little cowboy in and wiggle it around for a few seconds to call yourself a man. Your pathetic."
**Bull walks over to some sort of a mannequin wearing armor similar to the armor Dirk wore to attack Ashley**
"And this shit right here, this shit is just....there isn't even a word to begin to describe how low this is. This is a ballistics gel dummy, with bones and organs that simulate the real skeletal structure."
**Bull reaches down and picks up a sledge hammer**
"We wanted to show you how stupid it'll be if you wear that shit against us."
**Bull starts cracking the mannequin, breaking off armor and splattering pieces of the dummy. It falls over and Bull takes a few more heavy, overhead swings before dropping the hammer with force**
"Your a coward. You attack a woman...in her locker room, after removing all her protection, and your armored. How can you even call yourself a man?! Your lower then that scum you find at the corner of your mouth when you have slept with it open. Ball sweat gets more respect then you. And why? Because you have done NOTHING for people to respect you Dirk. And because of this, because Dirk wanted to be a known man, we lost someone we thought was a friend. And then, in the Apex Predators, we carried the team. Not Dirk. It wasn't even a fifty/fifty sharing. People targeted us because they knew who the threat was. It wasn't Dirk Bentley. It was Corey Bull. And when we lost...it wasn't Corey Bull they pinned. It was you Dirk. The obvious weak link in the chain."
**Bull walks over and sits back down in the electric chair, hands resting on his knees**
"And finally...you go and twist something that was told to you in private...something that was very personal to us. You want to call us that name when you know it was the name our mother called us. A woman who was abused and drowned herself in a bottle...a woman that cared for us with everything she had...she called us that. And you are going to be a disrespectful little fuck...and use it to taunt us."
"HAVE YOU LOST YOUR GODDAMN MIND!"
**Bulls eyes are murderous**
"You know that this tactic is the wrong way to go with us. You know....the angrier we get...the harder we are to stop. And yet...you continue along this path....proving once again that your stupidity knows no bounds. Well let us be the first to send our best wishes to Summer. Because you won't be walking away from this one Dirk. This won't be another day at the office for you. This is going to be your judgement day. You have been found guilty Dirk...guilty of crimes against women....impersonating a handicapped person.....crimes against the faithful of NGW. You have broken our pact. You have attempted to disrespect our friend. We don't care if she is talking to us or not...we see her as a friend and for what you did....WE WILL HAVE YOUR HEAD!"
"And for all your whining and bitching about the AoD....you put yourself into a dangerous position. You can't have any help Dirk. No one can save you. Nothing can stop us. We don't need a firing squad when one bullet will do the job. We are the executioner and it will be our blade you watch slice through the air for your neck. The switch...its off Dirk. Your health...your well being...the very ability to breath....are all in jeopardy for you. And we just don't care. First you will hurt....then you will suffer...and then, who knows. Maybe we will leave a piece of you alive. Maybe we won't. We just...don't...know. Anything can happen in this sort of a match."
**Bull shrugs, a movement that seems more nasty when he does it**
"We can...and will...hit you with anything and everything. We will hold your head so women in the crowd can spit on you. We will let little kids throw soda on you. We want you to understand the humility you have caused and that your actions have condemned you to this. You think your the new bad in town. That people need to be afraid of what you can do Dirk..."
**The camera shows just the mask and Bulls eyes...murderous, cold, final**
"Wait till you see what we are about to unleash upon you. We will unbind you from the mortal coil and then they can come and pick the rest of you up with a sponge. Your going to be more then just nailed by hate Dirk."
"Your going to be OBLITERATED."
**The lights slowly fade out and the camera fades on the eyes of Bull**