Post by coreybull on Aug 2, 2016 20:24:34 GMT -5
Hate for hate and ruth for ruth
eye for eye and tooth for tooth
scorn for scorn and smile for smile
love for love and guile for guile
war for war and woe for woe
blood for blood and blow for blow
~Ragnar Redbeard~
Man, he got me. He got me good. That girly looking little bastard found a way. I'm actually proud of him. I didn't think he had it in him. But finally...finally, I got him to go too far. That was the plan all along. I wanted the world to see his true colors. I wanted the world to understand that the man they idolize, the man that believes himself a king, is nothing more then an abusive little bitch. But it will take time, this was just one step.
But man, didn't see that coming. A coma. And I had to spend eight frickin days talking with Ace Static. That's painful man. Like, barbed wire bat to the genitals painful. And I hated the fact that he was right. He was right! Gavin has been right! Ashleigh was right! Even Dirk Bentley was right! The Corey Bull they looked at...was nothing.
Now I'm pretty sure none of them could have accounted for Ace. Sure, it was a design of my own mind, but it was Ace through and through. That man...no one has been able to take me to that limit like him. No one. There isn't even a person on this roster that is at his level. But Gavin...he is dam close. But he allowed me to continue to breath. That's because he lacks Ace's killer instinct. Ace would have made the coma permanent. Gavin just shrugged it off, ignored it. I'm sure right now he is sitting somewhere thinking he got the best of me and ignoring the fact he almost killed a man. That's good. I want him to ignore me. I want him to sit on his little mountain and think he owns it. He won't hear the monster climbing the side of it, bit by bit, to conquer the kingdom.
And the first hung of wall that I need to climb over, is Taryn Willow. She is a tough competitor, a rising star of the 5 Lakes Division. But I am Corey MotherF*N Bull! I am a monster....and I have back the one thing that no one wanted me to have back. My desire to spill blood....my need to enact violence....my Give No Shits attitude. Fuck them...fuck them all. I will sit back and watch my competition burn before I would piss on them to put them out. And Taryn will be no exception. Man. Woman. Confused Dirk Bentley Fan. Doesn't matter to me. Taryn will find out that being nailed by hate is the equivalent of a career killing. Because I am going to make an explanation point out of her. One step....one wall...one foot closer to killing the king and running the kingdom.
Warning, the Angelz of Destruction will inspire you to
KILL
off your weakness. They will encourage you to take back
YOUR
life from the clutches of any false idols or self proclaimed
LEADERS
that attempt to restrict or impede your path to personal power.
*This message paid for and approved by the AoD*
**When the camera comes on, we are looking over the shoulder of Corey Bull. The light is dim, not dark, but not exactly easy to see in either. Bull's form is easy to make out, as the camera is nearly on top of him. A black wife beater like shirt sits on his massive frame. But you can not see the mans head, just part of his upper body. And his hands, in which sits the death mask. Bull is rolling it back and forth between his hands, his voice deadly serious**
"Bravo Gavin....bravo. You were smart in doing what you did. You eliminated us, then challenged us. Since we could not answer the challenge, a challenge that seemed to be set up from the start, management moved us out of the Unified division. Now you can walk around and not worry about us. Or so it would seem. Because in reality, you can not claim a real, one on one victory, over us. Sure, you wanted to ensure we couldn't walk in and take the title off of you. And you did so in such a dramatic, and brilliant manner. But...but we have to thank you for that. For you see, you have awakened within us something that we believed was dead. Something that was such a huge part of us at one point. We believed it dead....or sleeping...or just gone. We never really knew. Turns out...we buried it deep inside and threw so much crap on top of it....we just lost sight of it. "
**The mask is rolled, a finger seeming to caress it. Bull's voice holds an edge to it now**
"But now I am free. So many rules and codes that I had to follow. Do this, but don't do that. Be this...but don't be this. It's fucking ridiculous really. You can still be a monster and love and laugh and strangle at a moments notice. Its the way of the world now...has always been. But I was misguided, or more precisely, misinformed. I allowed myself to be immersed in a belief system that did not match the monster. Though, recently, my belief system of the world has evolved into something more me...something more the AoD. And yet, I clung to the old ways...allowing them to diminish who and what I truly am."
**The mask shimmers as it catches some light not seen on camera, something almost like fire**
"But now I am free to chose as I want to chose, since the others have agreed to be secondary support system within my own head. Its like having multiple back up computers running the most twisted program imaginable. It's beautiful really....like a white rose with freshly sprayed blood dripping off of it in slow motion."
**Bull grabs the edges of the mask and his hands flex a little. The mask seems to bend.**
"The Five Lakes Title. That is the goal right now...well, one of the goals right now. Revenge....revenge is a dish best served when you are truly ready for it. And I am not. Not yet. Instead, I turn my focus to the new division and the new people I must mow through to get to the top. And the very first match is against Taryn Willow. Taryn Willow, the CEO of Strike Towers Wrestling. The Lioness. Funny, I've never fought a lioness before. I've fought Legend Killers. I've fought kings and queens. I've even fought brutes and monsters. But none of them stood up to the fight. None of them stood up to the accolades that they, more then likely, gave themselves. But you Taryn, well you do seem to be the Lioness, don't you. You go out and attack, stalking your prey, looking for a weakness. You verbally strike at them before the match, laying down a groundwork that makes many vulnerable to your attacks. You are an intelligent opponent."
**The mask starts to bend in slowly. The edge in his voice is mixed with a casual sound**
"So what happens when your opponent doesn't buy into that? What happens when your opponent doesn't...cower to those words or actions? Does the lioness have a back up strategy? History would seem to think not, as many of your most spectacular matches ended with you losing. And now the time has come for you to prepare for this to happen once again. Because I plan on making history in this fed, one step at a time....and history wasn't written by pacifist. It is written by warriors...it was written by people willing to make others bleed and suffer. It is written by risk takers and people willing to take that extra step to ensure victory. And I intend to go that extra mile...I intend to take the steps that ensure I walk out of Vendetta as the victor."
**The mask slowly starts to give, the edges bending inwards as Bull continues the pressure**
"And I am sure your gonna have some wonderful things to say about my recent events...and that's ok. Cause i don't care. Some people would believe I have failed...but failure isn't falling, its refusing to rise. And I will not fall, but rise. In fact I am going to ensure that falling is exactly what happens to my opponents. I am going to rise through the ranks....body bag by fucking body bag. If I have to physically demolish people...so be it. "
"Maybe you are one of those that judges a book by its cover. That's all right, you can judge me by my appearance...I'll simply judge you by your ignorance. My look...my demeanor...it does not speak for the complex workings that happens inside my mind. Because you see Taryn, my mind is the weapon. The rest is merely an accessory. I always stay one step ahead....even when people think they have gotten a step on me. Because that is always part of the plan. As a lioness, you should understand this. Allow the victim to find a false sense of security and just when all is well....strike. However...this won't work with me Taryn. I don't understand a sense of security in the ring...in fact I live on the edge of disaster daily. It is what keeps me focused and churning ever forward."
**The mask folds finally, the edges meeting behind the mask. Bull releases it, the metal making a long, pinging echo as Bulls fingers start to bleed**
"Before the last two months, I thought I knew the path I had to walk. Hell, before the last year, I thought I understood the path. Then I made a mistake, and then another. I despise weakness in myself more so then in others. And those two mistakes....mistakes I normally wouldn't have made, they awakened something inside that I should have never allowed to be lost. And I am going to introduce it to you Taryn, and to the world. I am going to show the NGW what Corey Bull is. The monster isn't just some colorful name. It isn't something I even came up with. It is just simply...something I am. And when the Angel of Hate stands over you and sends you back to Strike Towers broken and bloody....then you will truly understand what it is like to be...."
"NAILED BY HATE!"
**Bulls bloody hands clench and a laugh, a deep sinister laugh, echos within the confines of the locations as the camera fades to black**
eye for eye and tooth for tooth
scorn for scorn and smile for smile
love for love and guile for guile
war for war and woe for woe
blood for blood and blow for blow
~Ragnar Redbeard~
Man, he got me. He got me good. That girly looking little bastard found a way. I'm actually proud of him. I didn't think he had it in him. But finally...finally, I got him to go too far. That was the plan all along. I wanted the world to see his true colors. I wanted the world to understand that the man they idolize, the man that believes himself a king, is nothing more then an abusive little bitch. But it will take time, this was just one step.
But man, didn't see that coming. A coma. And I had to spend eight frickin days talking with Ace Static. That's painful man. Like, barbed wire bat to the genitals painful. And I hated the fact that he was right. He was right! Gavin has been right! Ashleigh was right! Even Dirk Bentley was right! The Corey Bull they looked at...was nothing.
Now I'm pretty sure none of them could have accounted for Ace. Sure, it was a design of my own mind, but it was Ace through and through. That man...no one has been able to take me to that limit like him. No one. There isn't even a person on this roster that is at his level. But Gavin...he is dam close. But he allowed me to continue to breath. That's because he lacks Ace's killer instinct. Ace would have made the coma permanent. Gavin just shrugged it off, ignored it. I'm sure right now he is sitting somewhere thinking he got the best of me and ignoring the fact he almost killed a man. That's good. I want him to ignore me. I want him to sit on his little mountain and think he owns it. He won't hear the monster climbing the side of it, bit by bit, to conquer the kingdom.
And the first hung of wall that I need to climb over, is Taryn Willow. She is a tough competitor, a rising star of the 5 Lakes Division. But I am Corey MotherF*N Bull! I am a monster....and I have back the one thing that no one wanted me to have back. My desire to spill blood....my need to enact violence....my Give No Shits attitude. Fuck them...fuck them all. I will sit back and watch my competition burn before I would piss on them to put them out. And Taryn will be no exception. Man. Woman. Confused Dirk Bentley Fan. Doesn't matter to me. Taryn will find out that being nailed by hate is the equivalent of a career killing. Because I am going to make an explanation point out of her. One step....one wall...one foot closer to killing the king and running the kingdom.
Warning, the Angelz of Destruction will inspire you to
KILL
off your weakness. They will encourage you to take back
YOUR
life from the clutches of any false idols or self proclaimed
LEADERS
that attempt to restrict or impede your path to personal power.
*This message paid for and approved by the AoD*
**When the camera comes on, we are looking over the shoulder of Corey Bull. The light is dim, not dark, but not exactly easy to see in either. Bull's form is easy to make out, as the camera is nearly on top of him. A black wife beater like shirt sits on his massive frame. But you can not see the mans head, just part of his upper body. And his hands, in which sits the death mask. Bull is rolling it back and forth between his hands, his voice deadly serious**
"Bravo Gavin....bravo. You were smart in doing what you did. You eliminated us, then challenged us. Since we could not answer the challenge, a challenge that seemed to be set up from the start, management moved us out of the Unified division. Now you can walk around and not worry about us. Or so it would seem. Because in reality, you can not claim a real, one on one victory, over us. Sure, you wanted to ensure we couldn't walk in and take the title off of you. And you did so in such a dramatic, and brilliant manner. But...but we have to thank you for that. For you see, you have awakened within us something that we believed was dead. Something that was such a huge part of us at one point. We believed it dead....or sleeping...or just gone. We never really knew. Turns out...we buried it deep inside and threw so much crap on top of it....we just lost sight of it. "
**The mask is rolled, a finger seeming to caress it. Bull's voice holds an edge to it now**
"But now I am free. So many rules and codes that I had to follow. Do this, but don't do that. Be this...but don't be this. It's fucking ridiculous really. You can still be a monster and love and laugh and strangle at a moments notice. Its the way of the world now...has always been. But I was misguided, or more precisely, misinformed. I allowed myself to be immersed in a belief system that did not match the monster. Though, recently, my belief system of the world has evolved into something more me...something more the AoD. And yet, I clung to the old ways...allowing them to diminish who and what I truly am."
**The mask shimmers as it catches some light not seen on camera, something almost like fire**
"But now I am free to chose as I want to chose, since the others have agreed to be secondary support system within my own head. Its like having multiple back up computers running the most twisted program imaginable. It's beautiful really....like a white rose with freshly sprayed blood dripping off of it in slow motion."
**Bull grabs the edges of the mask and his hands flex a little. The mask seems to bend.**
"The Five Lakes Title. That is the goal right now...well, one of the goals right now. Revenge....revenge is a dish best served when you are truly ready for it. And I am not. Not yet. Instead, I turn my focus to the new division and the new people I must mow through to get to the top. And the very first match is against Taryn Willow. Taryn Willow, the CEO of Strike Towers Wrestling. The Lioness. Funny, I've never fought a lioness before. I've fought Legend Killers. I've fought kings and queens. I've even fought brutes and monsters. But none of them stood up to the fight. None of them stood up to the accolades that they, more then likely, gave themselves. But you Taryn, well you do seem to be the Lioness, don't you. You go out and attack, stalking your prey, looking for a weakness. You verbally strike at them before the match, laying down a groundwork that makes many vulnerable to your attacks. You are an intelligent opponent."
**The mask starts to bend in slowly. The edge in his voice is mixed with a casual sound**
"So what happens when your opponent doesn't buy into that? What happens when your opponent doesn't...cower to those words or actions? Does the lioness have a back up strategy? History would seem to think not, as many of your most spectacular matches ended with you losing. And now the time has come for you to prepare for this to happen once again. Because I plan on making history in this fed, one step at a time....and history wasn't written by pacifist. It is written by warriors...it was written by people willing to make others bleed and suffer. It is written by risk takers and people willing to take that extra step to ensure victory. And I intend to go that extra mile...I intend to take the steps that ensure I walk out of Vendetta as the victor."
**The mask slowly starts to give, the edges bending inwards as Bull continues the pressure**
"And I am sure your gonna have some wonderful things to say about my recent events...and that's ok. Cause i don't care. Some people would believe I have failed...but failure isn't falling, its refusing to rise. And I will not fall, but rise. In fact I am going to ensure that falling is exactly what happens to my opponents. I am going to rise through the ranks....body bag by fucking body bag. If I have to physically demolish people...so be it. "
"Maybe you are one of those that judges a book by its cover. That's all right, you can judge me by my appearance...I'll simply judge you by your ignorance. My look...my demeanor...it does not speak for the complex workings that happens inside my mind. Because you see Taryn, my mind is the weapon. The rest is merely an accessory. I always stay one step ahead....even when people think they have gotten a step on me. Because that is always part of the plan. As a lioness, you should understand this. Allow the victim to find a false sense of security and just when all is well....strike. However...this won't work with me Taryn. I don't understand a sense of security in the ring...in fact I live on the edge of disaster daily. It is what keeps me focused and churning ever forward."
**The mask folds finally, the edges meeting behind the mask. Bull releases it, the metal making a long, pinging echo as Bulls fingers start to bleed**
"Before the last two months, I thought I knew the path I had to walk. Hell, before the last year, I thought I understood the path. Then I made a mistake, and then another. I despise weakness in myself more so then in others. And those two mistakes....mistakes I normally wouldn't have made, they awakened something inside that I should have never allowed to be lost. And I am going to introduce it to you Taryn, and to the world. I am going to show the NGW what Corey Bull is. The monster isn't just some colorful name. It isn't something I even came up with. It is just simply...something I am. And when the Angel of Hate stands over you and sends you back to Strike Towers broken and bloody....then you will truly understand what it is like to be...."
"NAILED BY HATE!"
**Bulls bloody hands clench and a laugh, a deep sinister laugh, echos within the confines of the locations as the camera fades to black**