Post by Dirk Bentley on Jun 3, 2016 0:08:45 GMT -5
****Off Camera****
Thursday June 2nd 2:00PM – Country Inn & Suites – Iron Mountain, Michigan
{Scene opens on a shot of Dirk Bentley and Summer O’ Reilly sitting in a little restaurant looking like they’re having a heated argument}
Summer: Ugh, I can’t believe that you’re not more pissed off about Corey’s promo.
Dirk: Why should I be?
Summer: Are you fucking kidding me right now? He just went in front of everyone and aired something very private in our lives, and you’re okay with it?
Dirk: I wouldn’t say that I am “okay” with it. But, have you not been paying attention? I haven’t exactly been leaving his “personal” life out of this war that is happening.
Summer: At least your hurtful shit is somewhat factual. His is a blatant misrepresentation of the facts and he is slandering both of our names. He lied about our tax filing, no big deal, so what he’s a fucking idiot. But he brought our unborn child into it and even lied about how long that situation lasted and you don’t seem to give a fuck about any of it. I guess I thought you were more of a stand up kind of guy and would defend our honor when it came to an outright lie. What are we doing in Michigan anyways? This whole situation just has me pissed off and on edge.
Dirk: First of all, If you EVER… and I mean EVER… FUCKING QUESTION MY HONOR WHEN IT COMES TO MY FAMILY AND VALUES AGAIN? This little arrangement we have… will be so far fucking over that it’ll be the furthest thing on your mind. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?
Summer: Yes, and I’m sorry but..
{Dirk sticking out his forefinger and pressing it against her lips interrupting her midsentence}
Dirk: I asked you a question, not for any fucking excuses or apologies. Secondly, if memory serves me correctly… I was the one that wanted to marry you when we found out you were pregnant and make an honest woman of you. When you lost the baby I even offered several times to come off the road and support you through what was surely to be a very traumatic time. But, you said no. You insisted that I stay out on the road and keep wrestling to provide for us. Then one day I came back home and you were gone.
{Dirk inhales deep and then exhales a deep sigh}
Dirk: Sure when I called you, you answered the phone and said that you needed to go back to Boston to be with your family. I understood that. But, as time passed and the days turned into weeks, weeks into months and ultimately months into years sometimes without even talking… I moved on and I assumed you had as well. So, don’t come back here acting like everything is as it was ten years ago. Yes, on paper you may still be my wife, but that’s ONLY because we haven’t taken a trip to that same court house and filed for divorce the same way we filed to be married.
As for the reason we are here in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan… I have one more order of business to prepare for when it comes to my match with Corey Bull.
{Summer turning red in the face, getting filled with anger and begins to shout}
Summer: I’M TALKING ABOUT OUR LIVES, AND YOU’RE STILL FOCUSED ON THIS FUCKING MATCH?!?
{Dirk slams his fist down on the table in anger, scattering the table settings. Before speaking in a low gravelly voice}
Dirk: I’ve spent my time waiting on YOU. You can either continue waiting on me? And see if the situation changes, or hit the FUCKING BRICKS! The choice is yours!
{Scene fades as we watch Dirk storm out the front door, climb in a truck and take off as we hear tires squealing as he leaves the restaurant}
****On Camera****
Thursday June 2nd 4:00PM – About 20 miles outside of Iron Mountain, Michigan – The Great North Woods
{Scene opens as we see a what looks like a scene straight out of the Blair Witch Project. The camera is all jittery as we realize that someone is walking through the woods with a Go Pro camera mounted to their head. Looking up after what seemed like a fifteen minute hike we see this big menacing bull statue. While glancing around over the massive cemetery giving everyone a glimpse into some of the most private monuments into Corey Bull’s historic past, Dirk begins to speak}
Dirk: Damn that took a lot longer to locate then even I thought it would. I guess I should have decided to hit the head at the restaurant before leaving town. Oh well, moving on… {Dirk takes the camera off his head and pans it around slowly, before stopping it on himself as he continues to speak} You see, knowing Bully after all these years has paid off. Knowing first hand some of this place that until now, all I heard were stories. This place almost has a majestic feel to it Bull, I can see why you want to keep this place safe guarded and out of the general public’s knowledge. As they say Bull… EVERYTHING is fair in love and WAR… Shall we begin?
{Dirk begins walking through the hallowed grounds and filming for the first time what could only be described as artifacts that represent generations many years before this one as he begins to speak again}
Dirk: Bully, you talk such a big game. A man of so many words with so little said. It’s the same old song and dance with you from the word go… “you are going to hunt, maim, destroy and kill me” I believe that has been the gist of this since it all started. I guess I should add that it all has to be done with a menacing tone. Does that about some up your thought process as it pertains to yours truly? I thought so.
It’s kind of comical that you resorted to using your P.I. skills as soon as I totally made a mockery of all your smoke and mirrors that you use to intimidate your adversaries. How does it feel to KNOW in that black heart that you are a defeated man Bully and that you are just going through the motions in an attempt to somehow save face in this exchange of alleged good versus obvious evil! I love how you went to the extent of exaggerating and making up utter bullshit to get your point across. I can see with your misinformed facts why you’re no longer a Private Investigator though… Cause in all honesty… You SUCK AT IT! But, because you tried so hard, I will throw you a bone. We never filed our taxes illegally. We did get married ten years ago this month. Yes, we are still married. And we did lose a child. As for me following “tail” around as you say like Emma. It’s really none of your business or anyone else’s for that matter, but, since your pea sized brain brought it up… I’ll let you know that we’ve had our struggles and that has caused us to separate and not even speak at times. But, bravo to you Bully… once again. Great detective work Sherlock.
{Dirk continues to walk through the cemetery as he continues to film, exploiting Bulls legacy, still searching for what he came for}
Dirk: Man, I really have to piss. {Starts looking around for a tree, nothing in sight but headstones and mausoleum shrines} Fuck it, as I was saying… you wish to label this encounter as fate and your biggest downfall will be that you truly believe that you CANNOT be defeated by me. The moment that one believes they cannot be beat by ANYONE on any given day? They are already doing themselves a huge disservice. One that you are going to find out all too well this week in San Jose, California at Vendetta. Just like the whole Ashleigh Jericho attack Bully… It’ll be me laughing hysterically after this encounter, reminding you that I warned you and told you that it was going to happen all along. She was the first step to people taking me seriously, you are stepping stone number two in accomplishing that, with winning the NGW Unified Heavyweight Title from Gavin Grimes being the third and final piece.
{Dirk continues walking as the skies start to darken as we are getting late into the afternoon and early evening , he finally sees what it is that he has been looking for. Walking up and kneeling next to a mausoleum of sorts, almost a shrine. Dirk takes the camera and shows the world a headstone marker that reads Mary Bull. Dirk takes a deep breath before beginning to speak}
Dirk: Ah, Mary, after this week of addressing you in preparation for my match with your precious Bully I feel like we have already met. Crazy I know but, I almost feel like with my past history with Bull that I know you and your dysfunctional fucking family. {Dirk begins cackling loudly before continuing} Let’s start with with the siblings shall we?
First there is Raven Darkhawk the assassin, the one “working” for an unnamed government agency. Sounds like a rogue operation if you ask me. But, she may in fact be the most normal of the entire clan. Then there is Dove Darkhawk who lives in a mental institution. This crazy fuck still thinks she’s twelve so I’ve heard, and she spends her time day by day, drooling and licking windows, and most likely playing with dolls, my guess is that drunk driver should have done us all a favor and just put the bitch out of her misery. Then Wyatt another semiprofessional wrestler that has also spent time in the Asylum. I'm starting to see a theme here with these kids and an asylum Mary... Then we have the pride pupil Bully, awe… such an affectionate term that you have for your “special” little boy. It seems that every one of your kids between you and your husband William have spent a great deal of time in a mental institution. Hmm, that actually explains a lot more than you realize . You see momma Bull, it’s my belief that your Bully needs to fit in with a band of dumb fucking misfits no matter how extreme or dysfunctional the group may be. That is why we couldn’t make it as a tag team. He needs a stable of retarded little bastards to cheer him and look to him as a leader, hence forth “The Angelz Of Destruction”. It’s all starting to become crystal clear.
{Taking a deep breath, and starting to get a little antsy due to having to piss so bad. Dirk starts talking in a low tone}
Dirk: Now let’s talk about that abusive mother fucker WILLIAM BULL. That’s right, I’ve heard the stories. The man responsible for causing you more pain emotionally and physically than anyone else. The same one that it’s been rumored that Corey killed one night defending your honor. Quite convenient don’t you think, that he had such “strong” feelings for mommy dearest that he killed his father in a rage for slapping you around? When in truth, the old man probably found out that you and Corey were fucking around behind closed doors and had questions and paid the ultimate price. Not to worry though Mary, Bull will never confess your dirty little sins to anyone. In fact I am sure that he will take them to his grave.
Speaking of graves, looking at yours here. With such a dysfunctional fucking family, and suspected history of incest….I’m sure that on that faithful night, you probably thought that this was the only way out for you, the ONLY TRUE way you could escape the pain and humiliation was to commit suicide. {Dirk cackles loudly now at that thought} Fucking priceless… All this time your baby Bully has been ragging on me for a “failed attempt” at committing suicide when all I was trying to do was ease the pain of a heartbreak and here his own fucking mother took the cowards way out because she couldn’t defend her relationship with her own son and got tired of dealing with a fucked up family. KARMA… That’s what that is called. Most people want to assume that when people pass on they go to a better place, a place called “Heaven”. No such luck for an incestuous wretched whore like yourself Mary. I know you’re in HELL and sooner than later, so will Corey when I send him there to fucking meet you! I hope you are truly ready BULLY because HELL and mommy are waiting for YOU!!!
{Scene fades as Dirk begins to walk away and realizes that he really has to piss, placing the camera back on his head as we hear him unzip as he focuses on the headstone of Mary Bull, he starts to piss all over the headstone and grave marker}
Thursday June 2nd 2:00PM – Country Inn & Suites – Iron Mountain, Michigan
{Scene opens on a shot of Dirk Bentley and Summer O’ Reilly sitting in a little restaurant looking like they’re having a heated argument}
Summer: Ugh, I can’t believe that you’re not more pissed off about Corey’s promo.
Dirk: Why should I be?
Summer: Are you fucking kidding me right now? He just went in front of everyone and aired something very private in our lives, and you’re okay with it?
Dirk: I wouldn’t say that I am “okay” with it. But, have you not been paying attention? I haven’t exactly been leaving his “personal” life out of this war that is happening.
Summer: At least your hurtful shit is somewhat factual. His is a blatant misrepresentation of the facts and he is slandering both of our names. He lied about our tax filing, no big deal, so what he’s a fucking idiot. But he brought our unborn child into it and even lied about how long that situation lasted and you don’t seem to give a fuck about any of it. I guess I thought you were more of a stand up kind of guy and would defend our honor when it came to an outright lie. What are we doing in Michigan anyways? This whole situation just has me pissed off and on edge.
Dirk: First of all, If you EVER… and I mean EVER… FUCKING QUESTION MY HONOR WHEN IT COMES TO MY FAMILY AND VALUES AGAIN? This little arrangement we have… will be so far fucking over that it’ll be the furthest thing on your mind. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?
Summer: Yes, and I’m sorry but..
{Dirk sticking out his forefinger and pressing it against her lips interrupting her midsentence}
Dirk: I asked you a question, not for any fucking excuses or apologies. Secondly, if memory serves me correctly… I was the one that wanted to marry you when we found out you were pregnant and make an honest woman of you. When you lost the baby I even offered several times to come off the road and support you through what was surely to be a very traumatic time. But, you said no. You insisted that I stay out on the road and keep wrestling to provide for us. Then one day I came back home and you were gone.
{Dirk inhales deep and then exhales a deep sigh}
Dirk: Sure when I called you, you answered the phone and said that you needed to go back to Boston to be with your family. I understood that. But, as time passed and the days turned into weeks, weeks into months and ultimately months into years sometimes without even talking… I moved on and I assumed you had as well. So, don’t come back here acting like everything is as it was ten years ago. Yes, on paper you may still be my wife, but that’s ONLY because we haven’t taken a trip to that same court house and filed for divorce the same way we filed to be married.
As for the reason we are here in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan… I have one more order of business to prepare for when it comes to my match with Corey Bull.
{Summer turning red in the face, getting filled with anger and begins to shout}
Summer: I’M TALKING ABOUT OUR LIVES, AND YOU’RE STILL FOCUSED ON THIS FUCKING MATCH?!?
{Dirk slams his fist down on the table in anger, scattering the table settings. Before speaking in a low gravelly voice}
Dirk: I’ve spent my time waiting on YOU. You can either continue waiting on me? And see if the situation changes, or hit the FUCKING BRICKS! The choice is yours!
{Scene fades as we watch Dirk storm out the front door, climb in a truck and take off as we hear tires squealing as he leaves the restaurant}
****On Camera****
Thursday June 2nd 4:00PM – About 20 miles outside of Iron Mountain, Michigan – The Great North Woods
{Scene opens as we see a what looks like a scene straight out of the Blair Witch Project. The camera is all jittery as we realize that someone is walking through the woods with a Go Pro camera mounted to their head. Looking up after what seemed like a fifteen minute hike we see this big menacing bull statue. While glancing around over the massive cemetery giving everyone a glimpse into some of the most private monuments into Corey Bull’s historic past, Dirk begins to speak}
Dirk: Damn that took a lot longer to locate then even I thought it would. I guess I should have decided to hit the head at the restaurant before leaving town. Oh well, moving on… {Dirk takes the camera off his head and pans it around slowly, before stopping it on himself as he continues to speak} You see, knowing Bully after all these years has paid off. Knowing first hand some of this place that until now, all I heard were stories. This place almost has a majestic feel to it Bull, I can see why you want to keep this place safe guarded and out of the general public’s knowledge. As they say Bull… EVERYTHING is fair in love and WAR… Shall we begin?
{Dirk begins walking through the hallowed grounds and filming for the first time what could only be described as artifacts that represent generations many years before this one as he begins to speak again}
Dirk: Bully, you talk such a big game. A man of so many words with so little said. It’s the same old song and dance with you from the word go… “you are going to hunt, maim, destroy and kill me” I believe that has been the gist of this since it all started. I guess I should add that it all has to be done with a menacing tone. Does that about some up your thought process as it pertains to yours truly? I thought so.
It’s kind of comical that you resorted to using your P.I. skills as soon as I totally made a mockery of all your smoke and mirrors that you use to intimidate your adversaries. How does it feel to KNOW in that black heart that you are a defeated man Bully and that you are just going through the motions in an attempt to somehow save face in this exchange of alleged good versus obvious evil! I love how you went to the extent of exaggerating and making up utter bullshit to get your point across. I can see with your misinformed facts why you’re no longer a Private Investigator though… Cause in all honesty… You SUCK AT IT! But, because you tried so hard, I will throw you a bone. We never filed our taxes illegally. We did get married ten years ago this month. Yes, we are still married. And we did lose a child. As for me following “tail” around as you say like Emma. It’s really none of your business or anyone else’s for that matter, but, since your pea sized brain brought it up… I’ll let you know that we’ve had our struggles and that has caused us to separate and not even speak at times. But, bravo to you Bully… once again. Great detective work Sherlock.
{Dirk continues to walk through the cemetery as he continues to film, exploiting Bulls legacy, still searching for what he came for}
Dirk: Man, I really have to piss. {Starts looking around for a tree, nothing in sight but headstones and mausoleum shrines} Fuck it, as I was saying… you wish to label this encounter as fate and your biggest downfall will be that you truly believe that you CANNOT be defeated by me. The moment that one believes they cannot be beat by ANYONE on any given day? They are already doing themselves a huge disservice. One that you are going to find out all too well this week in San Jose, California at Vendetta. Just like the whole Ashleigh Jericho attack Bully… It’ll be me laughing hysterically after this encounter, reminding you that I warned you and told you that it was going to happen all along. She was the first step to people taking me seriously, you are stepping stone number two in accomplishing that, with winning the NGW Unified Heavyweight Title from Gavin Grimes being the third and final piece.
{Dirk continues walking as the skies start to darken as we are getting late into the afternoon and early evening , he finally sees what it is that he has been looking for. Walking up and kneeling next to a mausoleum of sorts, almost a shrine. Dirk takes the camera and shows the world a headstone marker that reads Mary Bull. Dirk takes a deep breath before beginning to speak}
Dirk: Ah, Mary, after this week of addressing you in preparation for my match with your precious Bully I feel like we have already met. Crazy I know but, I almost feel like with my past history with Bull that I know you and your dysfunctional fucking family. {Dirk begins cackling loudly before continuing} Let’s start with with the siblings shall we?
First there is Raven Darkhawk the assassin, the one “working” for an unnamed government agency. Sounds like a rogue operation if you ask me. But, she may in fact be the most normal of the entire clan. Then there is Dove Darkhawk who lives in a mental institution. This crazy fuck still thinks she’s twelve so I’ve heard, and she spends her time day by day, drooling and licking windows, and most likely playing with dolls, my guess is that drunk driver should have done us all a favor and just put the bitch out of her misery. Then Wyatt another semiprofessional wrestler that has also spent time in the Asylum. I'm starting to see a theme here with these kids and an asylum Mary... Then we have the pride pupil Bully, awe… such an affectionate term that you have for your “special” little boy. It seems that every one of your kids between you and your husband William have spent a great deal of time in a mental institution. Hmm, that actually explains a lot more than you realize . You see momma Bull, it’s my belief that your Bully needs to fit in with a band of dumb fucking misfits no matter how extreme or dysfunctional the group may be. That is why we couldn’t make it as a tag team. He needs a stable of retarded little bastards to cheer him and look to him as a leader, hence forth “The Angelz Of Destruction”. It’s all starting to become crystal clear.
{Taking a deep breath, and starting to get a little antsy due to having to piss so bad. Dirk starts talking in a low tone}
Dirk: Now let’s talk about that abusive mother fucker WILLIAM BULL. That’s right, I’ve heard the stories. The man responsible for causing you more pain emotionally and physically than anyone else. The same one that it’s been rumored that Corey killed one night defending your honor. Quite convenient don’t you think, that he had such “strong” feelings for mommy dearest that he killed his father in a rage for slapping you around? When in truth, the old man probably found out that you and Corey were fucking around behind closed doors and had questions and paid the ultimate price. Not to worry though Mary, Bull will never confess your dirty little sins to anyone. In fact I am sure that he will take them to his grave.
Speaking of graves, looking at yours here. With such a dysfunctional fucking family, and suspected history of incest….I’m sure that on that faithful night, you probably thought that this was the only way out for you, the ONLY TRUE way you could escape the pain and humiliation was to commit suicide. {Dirk cackles loudly now at that thought} Fucking priceless… All this time your baby Bully has been ragging on me for a “failed attempt” at committing suicide when all I was trying to do was ease the pain of a heartbreak and here his own fucking mother took the cowards way out because she couldn’t defend her relationship with her own son and got tired of dealing with a fucked up family. KARMA… That’s what that is called. Most people want to assume that when people pass on they go to a better place, a place called “Heaven”. No such luck for an incestuous wretched whore like yourself Mary. I know you’re in HELL and sooner than later, so will Corey when I send him there to fucking meet you! I hope you are truly ready BULLY because HELL and mommy are waiting for YOU!!!
{Scene fades as Dirk begins to walk away and realizes that he really has to piss, placing the camera back on his head as we hear him unzip as he focuses on the headstone of Mary Bull, he starts to piss all over the headstone and grave marker}