Post by coreybull on May 27, 2016 1:06:34 GMT -5
"Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste death but once."
--- William Shakespeare
The mind of Bull. A place of terror and, as of late, much change. The city now stands tall, skyscrapers of living bone and metal. Winged creatures can be seen flying in and out of the gaps between buildings. The jungle looks, brighter. There are still things that no one can comprehend walking under the canopy, and in this mind, god knows what they are capable of. Even the swamp seems fuller, more alive.
Up where the canopy tent of Bully sits, the clan has seated itself in a horseshoe shape. Standing at a table covered by a large white sheet, is Dark Hero. There is slight movement underneath it.
DH: In preparation for our match with Dirk, I want to make sure that we are all on the same page. Especially after that useless waste of fucking space....had to insinuate we had sex with our mother. Now as everyone in attendance knows...we take attacks like this VERY personal. And Dirk is continuing to cross a line. And soon...well soon the divisions between wrestling, street fight, and planned homicide are going to blur. In fact, they are barely legible now. So I want to ensure we understand the plan. So for now, call me Dr. Dark. And this right here is my lovely assistant Nurse Ashleigh.
A duplicate of Ashleigh walks out, dressed in a surgical nurses outfit. A tray loaded with anything but surgical tools is pushed in by her. Dark Hero pulls the sheet off and a version of Dirk Bentley lays on the table. After all, in the mind of Bull, duplicates can be made within, literally, the blink of an eye. Dirk's duplicate has his eyes wide open, sweat on his face and forehead, and a hunk of what looks like a bandana wrapped round his head as a gag.
DH: A body lays on a table before you, flat on its back. Leather straps hold it to the wood. Is it alive?
Dark Hero shrugs
DH: Does it matter? In here, life and death are relative. The heart’s going to be hard to extract. You need a rib-spreader, really, but you don’t have a rib-spreader, because they don’t sell those at Home Depot. So, you figure...jigsaw.
Dark Hero holds up a jigsaw. We can no longer see the Dirk body, but we can see the splattering of blood and the sound of the jigsaw against bone as Dark Hero continues.
DH: You can adjust the height of the blade so you don’t cut into the heart. Just run the saw up through the middle, and then orbit the edges until you can pop off each half of the rib cage like a sewer grate. If it’s stubborn, maybe the claw-end of a hammer.
Dark Hero lifts a claw hammer, then we hear a sucking like sound and see something flip past Dark Hero and it leaves a trail of blood behind it. He lifts up a heart, smiles, then hands it to Ash, who throws it against something with force, cause it makes a splat sound.
DH: The eyes, they require a bit of finesse. Time to get culinary. A melon-baller might do the trick, but most of them are too small. But...but!...you ever see one of those ice cream scoopers with the sharp, wedge-like edge? The kind the pro soda jerks use? That’s the guy.
Dark Hero holds up a ice cream scooper, then it too disappears, followed by a slurping sound. Random tools come up and disappear, followed by slurping, cutting, squishing, and varies other sounds as he continues to speak.
DH: Dig in an edge, and use it to clip the optic nerve. We wouldn't want that sucker trying to stay in there. Now the tongue? Scissors, preferably something sharp, but in a pinch, child proof will work, just gotta really scrunch with them. The hands and feet? Good old-fashioned hacksaw. Unless we are going for speed, then use a skill saw. Pliers, regular or needle nosed, for the teeth, hedge trimmers for the toes and fingers, because one chop yields five toes or five fingers, and economy of movement is always a good thing. The intestines you can cut apart with sharp shards of mirrored glass, just because you can’t stop looking at your pretty face. You’re such a narcissist. Nice work!
Dark Hero and the clan all laugh.
DH: Is the body alive? Well. It isn’t anymore, look at it that way. Are you done? That depends on how far you want to take this party. We could get out a saws-all and start to really tear apart what is left. And then? Well, we put it all in a pile....something for the buzzards to pick at. After all, its best to recycle.
Dark Hero looks over the group slowly, a sinister look on his face, a face splattered with blood and other things. The grin that expands onto his face is the grin of a serial killer
DH: The moral of the story, the reason we have had this demonstration in preparation for our match with Dirk?
Dark Hero's eyes become cold, his smile becomes genuine
DH: See how important it is to have the right tools for the job?
Laughter. Sick, twisted laughter echos from all the personalities as suddenly everything twists and we are slammed back to reality.
**We open to Bull sitting in the warehouse, leaning against his bar. The flat screen is playing Dirks promo, the first time he has stepped in front of the camera since Vendetta. Bulls has his arms crossed, but there is something coming off of him, something that is palpable even through the camera to every person watching. When the promo ends, Bull puts a hand under the mask, resting it on his chin. After a few seconds of contemplation, he reaches down, lifts a baseball bat and starts to decimate the flat screen. Sparks fly, pieces launch everywhere, and yet Bulls rage is not sedated. After a minute, he finally stops swinging. Not because he is tired, but because bad has broken. He tosses it and sits on the stool, hands resting palm down just above his knees. And then, suddenly, he starts to laugh. It is somewhere between humored and maniacal. He cracks his neck, lets out a few more chuckles, then looks directly at the camera, his eyes balls of fire**
"Dirk...seriously...you had to go there? You had to go that low, to insinuate that we and our mother...slept together. Oooh wow, we understand you are desperate. We get that, it was obvious the moment you wore padded armor to attack a woman. But....now your just gonna make up shit, throw it at the wall, and hope it sticks? Really...you have fallen so far."
"And it is obvious if you listen to anything coming out of your mouth, just how far from reality you are. For example, you still think....LIKE EVERYONE ELSE....that we are a big, slow, dumb, jack ass. Well the jack ass part may be right, but it does make us wonder if you have paid attention to ANY match we have ever been in. You know, us running across the ring and flying out of it like a large ballistic missile. Or how we like to sucker people in to thinking they have us, and then turning the tables. Or how about every match we had Dirk as a tag team, where we sat there and planned the match out while you rubbed your cock and thought of Emma! After all the time, all the training together, all the preparation for matches...you still think that you were the brains of the team? Get real Dirk. If it wasn't for us...you wouldn't have had a team. And just like now, you would have been nothing more then an after thought in the tag team division. Because no matter who tags with you Dirk, they will always be the one carrying the team."
**The rage goes out, but a cold, murderous look slides into his eyes**
"But a part of us thinks this is exactly what you want from us. Your not stupid...your suicidal. You couldn't get the job done yourself, so you figure poking the monster will elicit the response needed to end your pathetic life. And it is pathetic Dirk, and no we are not hung up on it. We just have that to work with. We don't have your talent to work with, that is non existent. The stupidest part of this...is your own double standards on it. You can make shit up about our mom and talk about what you believe is the truth about us...but when we do it...when we point out the truth!...that's egotistical and prideful. Ah yes, the mind of Dirk at work...its like watching two trains go down the tracks, heading for an obvious collision, but neither able to stop itself."
"We know you can fight cowboy....but can you live against someone that is ready to end you. And we don't give a shit about the odds of you winning Dirk. You winning...you winning?! Dirk...you might want to worry about the odds of you still breathing! Yeah we said it...this is premeditated. We are walking down there with one purpose Dirk: Your complete annihilation! We are not looking past this match...no Dirk, that's a fools errand. You have our full...fucking....attention. And while you might claim you don't fear us...when you look across the ring at us coming full bore on you...we will give you a fucking reason to fear!"
**Bull cracks his neck slowly, standing up to his full height, crossing his arms at his chest and slowly pacing**
"Now as for protection Ashleigh...well you see Dirk, had you been around like your contract stated you were suppose to, you would have seen what she was protected from. But when you have an individual such as yourself using false pretenses to eliminate the protection, well then things tend to happen. Oh shit, we are sorry, did we speak with the big words again. Silly us. Well, if you don't understand it, not our fucking problem. The point is....is that Ash cut us loose because of Gavin. Because unlike you....we actually unnerve the guy. Where as your just....a passing thing right now. Sure, most of NGW wants to beat you. But it isn't just Ash for us. That's only part of it...because of how you made us look. No...you have made this personal. And that...Dirk...is the last thing you should have done."
**The camera changes, showing only the mask of Bull. His eyes promise death....his voice promises that death slowly**
"This match has importance, because the winner gets to go on and face Gavin. And that's great. But...it isn't the reason why we are going to fight as hard as we will. No...we want to make sure you don't ever open that cock sucker of yours ever again. We want to make sure that you eat through a straw for a very long time. And because of your own ego....we get to do that. They could have made this a regular old match. One man...one monster, all the rules in the world to attempt to contain them. But...you had to be prideful. You wanted this match to be a stretcher match. And because of that, you have opened up the floodgates for the amount of innovative ways we can beat, whip, slap, kick, and out right hit you. And as they say in the commercials...But wait...there's more! Because we can use anything to accomplish a win. Anything Dirk. Now, we know you think we are slow and dumb....but you of all people can not be so dense as to not see how you have placed yourself in a situation that no person in this fed envy's. In a match...with no rules...against a monster that lives and breathes for these matches. You couldn't have written your own obituary any better."
**The camera changes to a wide scene. Bull sits back down and lifts up a piece of 2 x 4 with barbed wire wrapped around it. He sets it on the bar next to a bag, which is open, and some of the thumbtacks fall out**
"This....this is the only warning we will issue to you Dirk. And it isn't out of respect or concern...its just a fair warning so that you can't come along later and say you didn't know. Mention our family again...utter one word about them...and you will not like the repercussions. Because if you do that...we will not be liable for our actions. Nor will we truly be concerned at that point. The lines....they will be blurred. Accidents...happen Dirk. They happen all the time in sports. Your accident will just have a whole lot of help. And then...then when we have beaten you.....embarrassed you....dragged you around for all to see....we will watch the stretcher and EMT's cart your ass away. And then we can go on to be worried about Gavin and the title. But not till we get past this match. We don't want to take any satisfaction away from this one."
"Enjoy your time with Summer."
"Find a woman and get that itch out of your pants."
"Make sure your affairs are in order."
"At Vendetta....you find out the true meaning of the word.....MONSTER!
"And the only friends you will have after that....is the buzzards as they pick your corpse clean!"
**Bull starts to laugh, and it is anything but friendly, as the camera slowly fades out on the monster**
A following video has been paid for by the AoD.
In the corner of the screen, "I'm Alive" by Disturbed as seen. The deep rhythmic beats of the song start to belt out as we see Corey Bull in the weight room. Damon Graves and Aurora Knight, as well as Gray Malone are seen as well. Sometimes Damon is spotting Bull, sometimes Gray is. Aurora wears boxing targets and Bull is hitting them with bare knuckles, his eyes locked on target as the song rolls on.
Never again will I be dishonored, And never again will I be reminded, Of living within the world of the jaded
They kill inspiration, It's my obligation
The scene switches to Bull in the yard of his warehouse in the northwoods. He is doing high knees in the mud, lifting a large tree and carrying it on his shoulders across the yard, and swinging an axe over and over, chopping wood.
To never again, allow this to happen, Where do I begin?, The choices are endless, Denying the sin
My art, my redemption
I carry the torch of my fathers before me
The scene flicks to a dark shadow carrying a large axe and a horned helm in his hands
The thing I treasure most in life cannot be taken away
There will never be a reason why I will surrender to your advice
To change myself, I'd rather die
Though they will not understand
I will make the greatest sacrifice
You can't predict where the outcome lies
You'll never take me alive!
Two large wings appear from the back of Corey Bull. A phrase appears on the screen under this image.
THE HATEBRINGER COMETH!
The song fades out and the scene goes to black, showing AoD Productions 2016 on the screen, then it fades as well.
--- William Shakespeare
The mind of Bull. A place of terror and, as of late, much change. The city now stands tall, skyscrapers of living bone and metal. Winged creatures can be seen flying in and out of the gaps between buildings. The jungle looks, brighter. There are still things that no one can comprehend walking under the canopy, and in this mind, god knows what they are capable of. Even the swamp seems fuller, more alive.
Up where the canopy tent of Bully sits, the clan has seated itself in a horseshoe shape. Standing at a table covered by a large white sheet, is Dark Hero. There is slight movement underneath it.
DH: In preparation for our match with Dirk, I want to make sure that we are all on the same page. Especially after that useless waste of fucking space....had to insinuate we had sex with our mother. Now as everyone in attendance knows...we take attacks like this VERY personal. And Dirk is continuing to cross a line. And soon...well soon the divisions between wrestling, street fight, and planned homicide are going to blur. In fact, they are barely legible now. So I want to ensure we understand the plan. So for now, call me Dr. Dark. And this right here is my lovely assistant Nurse Ashleigh.
A duplicate of Ashleigh walks out, dressed in a surgical nurses outfit. A tray loaded with anything but surgical tools is pushed in by her. Dark Hero pulls the sheet off and a version of Dirk Bentley lays on the table. After all, in the mind of Bull, duplicates can be made within, literally, the blink of an eye. Dirk's duplicate has his eyes wide open, sweat on his face and forehead, and a hunk of what looks like a bandana wrapped round his head as a gag.
DH: A body lays on a table before you, flat on its back. Leather straps hold it to the wood. Is it alive?
Dark Hero shrugs
DH: Does it matter? In here, life and death are relative. The heart’s going to be hard to extract. You need a rib-spreader, really, but you don’t have a rib-spreader, because they don’t sell those at Home Depot. So, you figure...jigsaw.
Dark Hero holds up a jigsaw. We can no longer see the Dirk body, but we can see the splattering of blood and the sound of the jigsaw against bone as Dark Hero continues.
DH: You can adjust the height of the blade so you don’t cut into the heart. Just run the saw up through the middle, and then orbit the edges until you can pop off each half of the rib cage like a sewer grate. If it’s stubborn, maybe the claw-end of a hammer.
Dark Hero lifts a claw hammer, then we hear a sucking like sound and see something flip past Dark Hero and it leaves a trail of blood behind it. He lifts up a heart, smiles, then hands it to Ash, who throws it against something with force, cause it makes a splat sound.
DH: The eyes, they require a bit of finesse. Time to get culinary. A melon-baller might do the trick, but most of them are too small. But...but!...you ever see one of those ice cream scoopers with the sharp, wedge-like edge? The kind the pro soda jerks use? That’s the guy.
Dark Hero holds up a ice cream scooper, then it too disappears, followed by a slurping sound. Random tools come up and disappear, followed by slurping, cutting, squishing, and varies other sounds as he continues to speak.
DH: Dig in an edge, and use it to clip the optic nerve. We wouldn't want that sucker trying to stay in there. Now the tongue? Scissors, preferably something sharp, but in a pinch, child proof will work, just gotta really scrunch with them. The hands and feet? Good old-fashioned hacksaw. Unless we are going for speed, then use a skill saw. Pliers, regular or needle nosed, for the teeth, hedge trimmers for the toes and fingers, because one chop yields five toes or five fingers, and economy of movement is always a good thing. The intestines you can cut apart with sharp shards of mirrored glass, just because you can’t stop looking at your pretty face. You’re such a narcissist. Nice work!
Dark Hero and the clan all laugh.
DH: Is the body alive? Well. It isn’t anymore, look at it that way. Are you done? That depends on how far you want to take this party. We could get out a saws-all and start to really tear apart what is left. And then? Well, we put it all in a pile....something for the buzzards to pick at. After all, its best to recycle.
Dark Hero looks over the group slowly, a sinister look on his face, a face splattered with blood and other things. The grin that expands onto his face is the grin of a serial killer
DH: The moral of the story, the reason we have had this demonstration in preparation for our match with Dirk?
Dark Hero's eyes become cold, his smile becomes genuine
DH: See how important it is to have the right tools for the job?
Laughter. Sick, twisted laughter echos from all the personalities as suddenly everything twists and we are slammed back to reality.
**We open to Bull sitting in the warehouse, leaning against his bar. The flat screen is playing Dirks promo, the first time he has stepped in front of the camera since Vendetta. Bulls has his arms crossed, but there is something coming off of him, something that is palpable even through the camera to every person watching. When the promo ends, Bull puts a hand under the mask, resting it on his chin. After a few seconds of contemplation, he reaches down, lifts a baseball bat and starts to decimate the flat screen. Sparks fly, pieces launch everywhere, and yet Bulls rage is not sedated. After a minute, he finally stops swinging. Not because he is tired, but because bad has broken. He tosses it and sits on the stool, hands resting palm down just above his knees. And then, suddenly, he starts to laugh. It is somewhere between humored and maniacal. He cracks his neck, lets out a few more chuckles, then looks directly at the camera, his eyes balls of fire**
"Dirk...seriously...you had to go there? You had to go that low, to insinuate that we and our mother...slept together. Oooh wow, we understand you are desperate. We get that, it was obvious the moment you wore padded armor to attack a woman. But....now your just gonna make up shit, throw it at the wall, and hope it sticks? Really...you have fallen so far."
"And it is obvious if you listen to anything coming out of your mouth, just how far from reality you are. For example, you still think....LIKE EVERYONE ELSE....that we are a big, slow, dumb, jack ass. Well the jack ass part may be right, but it does make us wonder if you have paid attention to ANY match we have ever been in. You know, us running across the ring and flying out of it like a large ballistic missile. Or how we like to sucker people in to thinking they have us, and then turning the tables. Or how about every match we had Dirk as a tag team, where we sat there and planned the match out while you rubbed your cock and thought of Emma! After all the time, all the training together, all the preparation for matches...you still think that you were the brains of the team? Get real Dirk. If it wasn't for us...you wouldn't have had a team. And just like now, you would have been nothing more then an after thought in the tag team division. Because no matter who tags with you Dirk, they will always be the one carrying the team."
**The rage goes out, but a cold, murderous look slides into his eyes**
"But a part of us thinks this is exactly what you want from us. Your not stupid...your suicidal. You couldn't get the job done yourself, so you figure poking the monster will elicit the response needed to end your pathetic life. And it is pathetic Dirk, and no we are not hung up on it. We just have that to work with. We don't have your talent to work with, that is non existent. The stupidest part of this...is your own double standards on it. You can make shit up about our mom and talk about what you believe is the truth about us...but when we do it...when we point out the truth!...that's egotistical and prideful. Ah yes, the mind of Dirk at work...its like watching two trains go down the tracks, heading for an obvious collision, but neither able to stop itself."
"We know you can fight cowboy....but can you live against someone that is ready to end you. And we don't give a shit about the odds of you winning Dirk. You winning...you winning?! Dirk...you might want to worry about the odds of you still breathing! Yeah we said it...this is premeditated. We are walking down there with one purpose Dirk: Your complete annihilation! We are not looking past this match...no Dirk, that's a fools errand. You have our full...fucking....attention. And while you might claim you don't fear us...when you look across the ring at us coming full bore on you...we will give you a fucking reason to fear!"
**Bull cracks his neck slowly, standing up to his full height, crossing his arms at his chest and slowly pacing**
"Now as for protection Ashleigh...well you see Dirk, had you been around like your contract stated you were suppose to, you would have seen what she was protected from. But when you have an individual such as yourself using false pretenses to eliminate the protection, well then things tend to happen. Oh shit, we are sorry, did we speak with the big words again. Silly us. Well, if you don't understand it, not our fucking problem. The point is....is that Ash cut us loose because of Gavin. Because unlike you....we actually unnerve the guy. Where as your just....a passing thing right now. Sure, most of NGW wants to beat you. But it isn't just Ash for us. That's only part of it...because of how you made us look. No...you have made this personal. And that...Dirk...is the last thing you should have done."
**The camera changes, showing only the mask of Bull. His eyes promise death....his voice promises that death slowly**
"This match has importance, because the winner gets to go on and face Gavin. And that's great. But...it isn't the reason why we are going to fight as hard as we will. No...we want to make sure you don't ever open that cock sucker of yours ever again. We want to make sure that you eat through a straw for a very long time. And because of your own ego....we get to do that. They could have made this a regular old match. One man...one monster, all the rules in the world to attempt to contain them. But...you had to be prideful. You wanted this match to be a stretcher match. And because of that, you have opened up the floodgates for the amount of innovative ways we can beat, whip, slap, kick, and out right hit you. And as they say in the commercials...But wait...there's more! Because we can use anything to accomplish a win. Anything Dirk. Now, we know you think we are slow and dumb....but you of all people can not be so dense as to not see how you have placed yourself in a situation that no person in this fed envy's. In a match...with no rules...against a monster that lives and breathes for these matches. You couldn't have written your own obituary any better."
**The camera changes to a wide scene. Bull sits back down and lifts up a piece of 2 x 4 with barbed wire wrapped around it. He sets it on the bar next to a bag, which is open, and some of the thumbtacks fall out**
"This....this is the only warning we will issue to you Dirk. And it isn't out of respect or concern...its just a fair warning so that you can't come along later and say you didn't know. Mention our family again...utter one word about them...and you will not like the repercussions. Because if you do that...we will not be liable for our actions. Nor will we truly be concerned at that point. The lines....they will be blurred. Accidents...happen Dirk. They happen all the time in sports. Your accident will just have a whole lot of help. And then...then when we have beaten you.....embarrassed you....dragged you around for all to see....we will watch the stretcher and EMT's cart your ass away. And then we can go on to be worried about Gavin and the title. But not till we get past this match. We don't want to take any satisfaction away from this one."
"Enjoy your time with Summer."
"Find a woman and get that itch out of your pants."
"Make sure your affairs are in order."
"At Vendetta....you find out the true meaning of the word.....MONSTER!
"And the only friends you will have after that....is the buzzards as they pick your corpse clean!"
**Bull starts to laugh, and it is anything but friendly, as the camera slowly fades out on the monster**
A following video has been paid for by the AoD.
In the corner of the screen, "I'm Alive" by Disturbed as seen. The deep rhythmic beats of the song start to belt out as we see Corey Bull in the weight room. Damon Graves and Aurora Knight, as well as Gray Malone are seen as well. Sometimes Damon is spotting Bull, sometimes Gray is. Aurora wears boxing targets and Bull is hitting them with bare knuckles, his eyes locked on target as the song rolls on.
Never again will I be dishonored, And never again will I be reminded, Of living within the world of the jaded
They kill inspiration, It's my obligation
The scene switches to Bull in the yard of his warehouse in the northwoods. He is doing high knees in the mud, lifting a large tree and carrying it on his shoulders across the yard, and swinging an axe over and over, chopping wood.
To never again, allow this to happen, Where do I begin?, The choices are endless, Denying the sin
My art, my redemption
I carry the torch of my fathers before me
The scene flicks to a dark shadow carrying a large axe and a horned helm in his hands
The thing I treasure most in life cannot be taken away
There will never be a reason why I will surrender to your advice
To change myself, I'd rather die
Though they will not understand
I will make the greatest sacrifice
You can't predict where the outcome lies
You'll never take me alive!
Two large wings appear from the back of Corey Bull. A phrase appears on the screen under this image.
THE HATEBRINGER COMETH!
The song fades out and the scene goes to black, showing AoD Productions 2016 on the screen, then it fades as well.