Post by coreybull on Aug 10, 2016 22:58:49 GMT -5
"Victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory however long and hard the road may be; for without victory, there is no survival."
~Winston Churchill~
Internal Soundtrack: "Not Ready to Die" by Demon Hunter
Volume: Low enough to still hear my own thoughts.
You know how long its been since I checked my fan mail? I didn't even realize I had fan mail till they finally had it delivered. Imagine that, management took their time doing something. Lets see what we got here:
Dear Corey, could you be the father of my....nope.
Hmmm, this is a bill for two thousand dollars worth of petroleum jelly and feathers....oh that has Devlin's name on it. Better send that one back.
Love your wrestling....yada yada.....could you give me a shout out. Ummm..sure. Here is a shout out that no one will see. Thanks for the fan mail Gavin.
What have we here....Love your work.....good luck against Taryn.....I'll be ringside in a small top that you won't be able to miss.....maybe we can get something to eat after the show.
Wow. I don't even know what to say. I guess that is a maybe. Oh there is a picture....wow. Really. If she wears a small top, it might be labeled as not enough clothing for the arena. Wonder how receptive she will be after my match. Hmmm, decisions decisions.
Well that was distracting...what was I thinking about?
Oh, right.
Fan mail, well the fans more specifically, are one of the reasons I do this. One of the reasons that I go out time after time and throw everything I have into a fight. But it is only one reason. For some, the best reasons. For others, just a reason. Personally, I just like to go out and hit people. I know, seems a bit stereotypical. At least, if you ask Taryn it is. But seriously, where else in the world can you have a great time and commit what is essentially an array of crimes, and its all legal and people pay for it? I personally don't mind people thinking they know me, thinking I am stereotypical. I can just prove them wrong. But when they can't shut up about it...when it is a constant and long whining sound coming from their skin flap....well then it becomes annoying.
I am annoyed.
I don't like being annoyed.
I'm going to make that noise stop.....
**We appear inside the locker room of North American Wrestling. Corey Bull, now being inducted into his fourth hall of fame, is wrapping his hands with tape in preparation for the ceremony. After all, why risk it. We cut to above the shoulder of Corey Bull as he is wrapping his hands with tape. He chuckles as he is talking.**
"Wow, I'm not even sure where to begin. After watching that....interesting promo, I keep asking myself one thing. Does she realize she sounds like an 8th grader throwing a hissy fit? Honestly, your still on the bio thing? Jesus on a stick, if it'll make you shut that flapping yapper about it, I looked at your bio on NGW.com. And people like me look at that shit. I look at everything that relates to my opponent. That's how I find what I need to study. You think I'm a Jack Diamond or one of these other butt goblins and just walk into a match? No Taryn, no no no. I study, I go over film. I try to watch old promos. So I'm not surprised that these are the promos I get. I expected this, you have a tendency to throw a fit in your promos. Insults is the majority of the make up of your promos, followed by a ton of crap and a small amount of truthful and logical yammering."
"And to be fair, I don't like Twitter. I don't like Facebook, or Instagram, or the half ton of other "social" media sites the exists. There is nothing social about them. If this is where most of wrestling happens, as you were so nice to point out, then what the fuck do we have a ring for. Oh that's right...wrestling. Anyone can be a keyboard cowboy Taryn. But Twitter....that's just drama with a different name. I don't worry about your twitter wars, who you WCW or MCM. Frankly, I could give two shits about it. Because the ring is where it matters to me. That is where the wrestling takes place. All that pompous shit people dribble out daily on social media....that's just a distraction. And obviously you get distracted easily, since all your promos use the same formula: insult, insult, insult, mention match, insult, laugh, end."
**Bull stops taping his one hand and starts on the other one**
"It feels to me like your an Ashleigh Grimes Lite, half the insults at twice the price. Your infatuation, hell the worlds infatuation, with social media just shows everyone how far down the rabbit hole this world is going. When "talking" through a screen on a computer is called "social interaction", then you know things are going south. But I have a news flash for you Taryn. It isn't like some people are going to sit around on social media and vote for you to win your match and that is going to make it so. That isn't how this works. Your insults, just show how low down the rung your intelligence is dropping. That's it. Where this match is really going to be decided....is in between those ropes. And in that squared circle, you can be all the lioness you want to be Taryn."
"It still....won't be enough."
**Bull rips the tape and smooths it out. He sets the roll down and we are still over his shoulder as he goes through the process of working the tape on his hands**
"And maybe your right Taryn...maybe. Maybe Ash and Gavin, they don't care about me. Maybe I am just an afterthought to them and its obvious everyone already thinks I am a joke. Except for the AoD of course, but that's a given. But Taryn, did you take the time to fire up the neurons in your head and think that this is exactly what I want? That I want them to ignore me right now? I know I am not up to the tasks when it comes to them....right now. And I know I have to improve, that I have to step out of the old and back into the new. See, that is what a legitimate threat is Taryn: someone who can look at their flaws and know how to either fix them, or work with them. But you...your just an angry brat who throws out insults to hide her own inner fears. And I can already see how your next promo goes, cause all I have to do is follow your formula. You'll call me retarded, big and stupid, and pretty much rip out the usual Taryn promo we have all come to expect. Go ahead, be different, prove me wrong. No its ok, I'll wait."
**Bull finishes smoothing out his hands, then laughs a little**
"See, I find it funny that your using same old worn out stereotypes to describe me. Big and muscular...must be retarded and use only brute force. If that is all you see when you see me, if all you expect is a big, retarded brute....then I am going to surely disappoint you. Because I'm far from retarded. And brute force, while a wonderful method to make people cry out in pain and scream for mercy, isn't the only tool in my tool shed. But I have noticed something about you Taryn. You avoid the obvious statements made, even though they are backed by evidence, and still continue along the path you have chosen of stereotypical insults. So...that leads me to believe one of two things is happening here. Either you really are that oblivious to the statements and truly believe the things you are dribbling out of your pie hole....or you are afraid. "
**Bull cracks his knuckles and stops moving his hands. His voice takes on a more hateful quality to it**
"Frankly, I think the give a dam train just left the station, cause I have reached the point where your insults and stereotypical dribble is just plain annoying as all hell. And I don't like to be annoyed, it rubs me the wrong way. And when that happens...I have a tendency to lash out at people. And since you will be in the ring with me at Vendetta, well you can be dam sure that I will be lashing out at you. And while this is suppose to be a wrestling match...I am going to turn it into a live assault and battery. And while you might wanna think this is just the same ol Corey Bull talking....your wrong. In fact, if you have taken any time to prep for the match, you would realize that. But again, your the queen of assumptions this week and doing nothing but making an ass out of yourself. Continue to assume you know me....continue to assume you understand my motivations or the things that go on inside my mind!"
**Bulls hand shoots out, cracking into the locker. It crumbles, his fist leaving a sizable dent. Bull chuckles**
"You can assume all the way to Vendetta. It'll make beating you better. You are a Seraphs Aileron away from a one way ticket to the Hate Train and you can bet that is a ride you are going to take....whether you want to or not! I am done being the joke! I am done being the over looked one. I am more then just hype and when you are nailed with hate, you will see the mistake you made.....was thinking you could beat me."
"You should stop worrying about Twitter.....you should start worrying about your ability to function."
**The large frame of Bull engulfs the camera as he stands, everything fading to black**
~Winston Churchill~
Internal Soundtrack: "Not Ready to Die" by Demon Hunter
Volume: Low enough to still hear my own thoughts.
You know how long its been since I checked my fan mail? I didn't even realize I had fan mail till they finally had it delivered. Imagine that, management took their time doing something. Lets see what we got here:
Dear Corey, could you be the father of my....nope.
Hmmm, this is a bill for two thousand dollars worth of petroleum jelly and feathers....oh that has Devlin's name on it. Better send that one back.
Love your wrestling....yada yada.....could you give me a shout out. Ummm..sure. Here is a shout out that no one will see. Thanks for the fan mail Gavin.
What have we here....Love your work.....good luck against Taryn.....I'll be ringside in a small top that you won't be able to miss.....maybe we can get something to eat after the show.
Wow. I don't even know what to say. I guess that is a maybe. Oh there is a picture....wow. Really. If she wears a small top, it might be labeled as not enough clothing for the arena. Wonder how receptive she will be after my match. Hmmm, decisions decisions.
Well that was distracting...what was I thinking about?
Oh, right.
Fan mail, well the fans more specifically, are one of the reasons I do this. One of the reasons that I go out time after time and throw everything I have into a fight. But it is only one reason. For some, the best reasons. For others, just a reason. Personally, I just like to go out and hit people. I know, seems a bit stereotypical. At least, if you ask Taryn it is. But seriously, where else in the world can you have a great time and commit what is essentially an array of crimes, and its all legal and people pay for it? I personally don't mind people thinking they know me, thinking I am stereotypical. I can just prove them wrong. But when they can't shut up about it...when it is a constant and long whining sound coming from their skin flap....well then it becomes annoying.
I am annoyed.
I don't like being annoyed.
I'm going to make that noise stop.....
**We appear inside the locker room of North American Wrestling. Corey Bull, now being inducted into his fourth hall of fame, is wrapping his hands with tape in preparation for the ceremony. After all, why risk it. We cut to above the shoulder of Corey Bull as he is wrapping his hands with tape. He chuckles as he is talking.**
"Wow, I'm not even sure where to begin. After watching that....interesting promo, I keep asking myself one thing. Does she realize she sounds like an 8th grader throwing a hissy fit? Honestly, your still on the bio thing? Jesus on a stick, if it'll make you shut that flapping yapper about it, I looked at your bio on NGW.com. And people like me look at that shit. I look at everything that relates to my opponent. That's how I find what I need to study. You think I'm a Jack Diamond or one of these other butt goblins and just walk into a match? No Taryn, no no no. I study, I go over film. I try to watch old promos. So I'm not surprised that these are the promos I get. I expected this, you have a tendency to throw a fit in your promos. Insults is the majority of the make up of your promos, followed by a ton of crap and a small amount of truthful and logical yammering."
"And to be fair, I don't like Twitter. I don't like Facebook, or Instagram, or the half ton of other "social" media sites the exists. There is nothing social about them. If this is where most of wrestling happens, as you were so nice to point out, then what the fuck do we have a ring for. Oh that's right...wrestling. Anyone can be a keyboard cowboy Taryn. But Twitter....that's just drama with a different name. I don't worry about your twitter wars, who you WCW or MCM. Frankly, I could give two shits about it. Because the ring is where it matters to me. That is where the wrestling takes place. All that pompous shit people dribble out daily on social media....that's just a distraction. And obviously you get distracted easily, since all your promos use the same formula: insult, insult, insult, mention match, insult, laugh, end."
**Bull stops taping his one hand and starts on the other one**
"It feels to me like your an Ashleigh Grimes Lite, half the insults at twice the price. Your infatuation, hell the worlds infatuation, with social media just shows everyone how far down the rabbit hole this world is going. When "talking" through a screen on a computer is called "social interaction", then you know things are going south. But I have a news flash for you Taryn. It isn't like some people are going to sit around on social media and vote for you to win your match and that is going to make it so. That isn't how this works. Your insults, just show how low down the rung your intelligence is dropping. That's it. Where this match is really going to be decided....is in between those ropes. And in that squared circle, you can be all the lioness you want to be Taryn."
"It still....won't be enough."
**Bull rips the tape and smooths it out. He sets the roll down and we are still over his shoulder as he goes through the process of working the tape on his hands**
"And maybe your right Taryn...maybe. Maybe Ash and Gavin, they don't care about me. Maybe I am just an afterthought to them and its obvious everyone already thinks I am a joke. Except for the AoD of course, but that's a given. But Taryn, did you take the time to fire up the neurons in your head and think that this is exactly what I want? That I want them to ignore me right now? I know I am not up to the tasks when it comes to them....right now. And I know I have to improve, that I have to step out of the old and back into the new. See, that is what a legitimate threat is Taryn: someone who can look at their flaws and know how to either fix them, or work with them. But you...your just an angry brat who throws out insults to hide her own inner fears. And I can already see how your next promo goes, cause all I have to do is follow your formula. You'll call me retarded, big and stupid, and pretty much rip out the usual Taryn promo we have all come to expect. Go ahead, be different, prove me wrong. No its ok, I'll wait."
**Bull finishes smoothing out his hands, then laughs a little**
"See, I find it funny that your using same old worn out stereotypes to describe me. Big and muscular...must be retarded and use only brute force. If that is all you see when you see me, if all you expect is a big, retarded brute....then I am going to surely disappoint you. Because I'm far from retarded. And brute force, while a wonderful method to make people cry out in pain and scream for mercy, isn't the only tool in my tool shed. But I have noticed something about you Taryn. You avoid the obvious statements made, even though they are backed by evidence, and still continue along the path you have chosen of stereotypical insults. So...that leads me to believe one of two things is happening here. Either you really are that oblivious to the statements and truly believe the things you are dribbling out of your pie hole....or you are afraid. "
**Bull cracks his knuckles and stops moving his hands. His voice takes on a more hateful quality to it**
"Frankly, I think the give a dam train just left the station, cause I have reached the point where your insults and stereotypical dribble is just plain annoying as all hell. And I don't like to be annoyed, it rubs me the wrong way. And when that happens...I have a tendency to lash out at people. And since you will be in the ring with me at Vendetta, well you can be dam sure that I will be lashing out at you. And while this is suppose to be a wrestling match...I am going to turn it into a live assault and battery. And while you might wanna think this is just the same ol Corey Bull talking....your wrong. In fact, if you have taken any time to prep for the match, you would realize that. But again, your the queen of assumptions this week and doing nothing but making an ass out of yourself. Continue to assume you know me....continue to assume you understand my motivations or the things that go on inside my mind!"
**Bulls hand shoots out, cracking into the locker. It crumbles, his fist leaving a sizable dent. Bull chuckles**
"You can assume all the way to Vendetta. It'll make beating you better. You are a Seraphs Aileron away from a one way ticket to the Hate Train and you can bet that is a ride you are going to take....whether you want to or not! I am done being the joke! I am done being the over looked one. I am more then just hype and when you are nailed with hate, you will see the mistake you made.....was thinking you could beat me."
"You should stop worrying about Twitter.....you should start worrying about your ability to function."
**The large frame of Bull engulfs the camera as he stands, everything fading to black**