Post by coreybull on Jun 23, 2016 15:56:44 GMT -5
"Hell is empty, and all the Devils are here!"
--- William Shakespeare, The Tempest, Act I, Scene ii
Things are not always as they seem.
That is the problem with the world today. Perception interferes with the reality of the situation. With the right amount of charisma and a little smoke, mirrors, and sleight of hand, one can make the world believe whatever it wants...if they work at it hard enough. And that is, unfortunately, what has happened to the world around us. But this isn't the work of one man or woman, or of one religion, or belief structure. No, this is the work of the entire planet....and progress. Now progress is inevitable. And although the religion has changed, where man now worships the machines he believes keeps him alive and entertained, things will always remain the same. You don't think that all those years ago, a single man created the monster that is religion these days, do you? No. It was progress. As man adapts and overcomes, he must so progress. And that is where individuals such as ourselves and the others of the Angelz of Destruction come in. We are the shepards. We are the wolves leading the sheep.
The religion of today, lets call it a God Machine, expects conformity....obedience...the loss of self. It turns people into flesh toned robots that follow the latest trends, like those stupid pics no one really likes, and shares that pic so that little kid can get enough amens. The world of today encourgaes trophies for showing up, for not disciplining your children, and creating safe zones when something is too "unsettling" for you to learn about. History is built on a foundation of bodies. But the generation of today only wants happy happy, joy joy thoughts. They don't want to know the reality. Reality makes it real. They want to live in their happy little worlds where everything is okay. Listen up children...pay close attention....a rattlesnakes skin is the same color as the leaves for a reason.
Confused? Why is that not a surprise. If you had not been unsettled by those historical lessons of Hitler, if you had remained in class when the Battle of Gettysburg was spoken of....or maybe had you taken the time to read of Dallas in 63, you might understand that one line. But the God Machine has clipped you all. You have been tamed, settled, and told how you should feel. But the AoD....we are the glitches in the machine...the gears that don't follow the line. We are the seekers of justice, the bringers of redemption, the breakers of the status quo. We live with our asses hanging out in the wind, free and with no strings attached. We are the fallen....we are the cracks in its facade.
We are crazy, it is no secret. But what many call crazy...is just another word for someone whose eyes have not been shielded by the reality that stands before us. We see what is happening, have seen it for many years now. Progress is inevitable. But it isn't progress that we see as the enemy, but those that fan the flames. The modern day messiahs. Those that stand against the beliefs and laws of the AoD. The seekers of conformity. Men and women that would die if their Twitter feed said zero followers.
The Angelz of Destruction are the color red in a world of black and white. If you value your ability to breathe....don't get too close.
**Its cliche time. Here it is, a dark room. Gee, didn't see that one coming, did you. No, how about the chair built of oak to resemble a large, heavy throne. And the skulls carved in it? Yep, that is as cliche as it gets. But why question what runs through the mind of Corey Bull when he prepares this sort of an elaborate set up for promos. After all, most times not even Bull can tell what is going on in his own mind. But this time, this time there seems to be more force in the gaze of the Hatebringer. Bull sits upon the throne like a conquering warrior....sort of like Conan in that one movie. You know the one. When he speaks....Bulls voice has a deep quality to it that rides on the disturbed side**
"Is this not what you were expecting? Some elaborate stage for us to speak of what has happened? Even this is over the top for us. This is just....too gimmicky."
**Bull stands walks off camera, and then a huge banks of lights come on over head. We are in the warehouse in the Northwoods. Bull leans against the bar**
"Now, our electric chair and an oak desk in a dark room. That's us. Cliche? Sure, but its natural. Its not something we thought up to send fear or any of that other bullshit most wrestlers attempt. That's just...natural. We can't explain it any better then that. But that isn't why we are here, just an example of where our mind is."
**Bull turns, pours himself a shot of whiskey, lifting the mask and taking a shot, then turning around to face the camera**
"We have had just about enough of this bullshit. Always holding our tongue, not speaking the things that need to be said. NOT BEING US! We are done with this political correctness bullshit. If Devlin needs to fine us for a remark, or a fight, or whatever, then so be it. Hell, he already suspended us...as if that has EVER stopped us from doing anything we wanted to do. When we intend to send a message Devlin, no one....no corporate pusher or corrupt owner....is going to stand in our way. We are not going to just continue to stand by and allow this watered down bullshit be the legacy we leave behind. Oh, and newsflash for those of you waiting to hear about us quitting....it isn't happening ANY time soon. So get a grip, pray for your favorites when they face us, and move the fuck on."
**Bull climbs up and sits on the bar**
"So much crap is spilling over these days and we feel like a rat trapped in a cage. Well this rat is chewing through the bonds and spreading disease all over this place! It's time for the AoD to stamp its mark on the fucking idiots of this place that believe they are the kings, queens, and franchise players. And before half of you get your panties in a fucking bunch, newsflash: we don't give a shit about most of you. If you are a concern, don't fret. You'll fucking hear about it. So before you rush to Twitter, Instagram, SnapChat, and Pornhub chat rooms to dribble your complaints, be sure we are talking about you."
**Bull sweeps his hair back as he continues. He sticks his arm straight our, with a middle finger pointed down.**
"Whats that Dirk? Can't hear us? Let us turn that up for you...."
**Bull flips it around, giving the camera the bird.**
"Fuck...you. We are sick of being your single claim to fame. We are sick of listening to you spill out that dribble you do. Lets look at this. Dirk, your no franchise, your a sick joke. We have beaten you so much, that if you were a dick....you would be raw, unusable, and require a medicated cream. You can't even step to us Dirk, so what the fuck makes you or any other jack ass who likes you, all two of them,....think you are on our level? Cause you won a match? One match...and your hanging your hat on that shit? Maybe you are stupider then we fucking thought."
"And you Gavin...your a fucking whiny baby. Your even more delusional then we are....and we are certified insane! Lets look at the facts: You want to be a king, yet you are no where near the level of someone who should be called a king. Just like Dirk thinking he is some sort of franchise. We have won more titles then you two put together. If anyone should be called a king or franchise...its us. But we don't want that sort of thing tagged to us. You guys...claim it. No one stood up and said Dirk Bentley...you are a franchise. No one said Gavin Grimes...your a king. You two claim that shit and in this fed so far, it is easy for you to claim it. Well guess what....fuck you! We are now the terrorizer and we are going to come for the both of you."
**Bull sweeps the hair out of his face again**
Confucius once said: "I hear, I know. I see, I remember. I do, I understand." It is the way of our life written in the simplest form by a man that lived many....many years ago. Do you get this reference Dirk, Gavin? We are sure you do. But...for those out there lacking the huge intelligence of Dirk (sarcasm), let us put it out there for you like this: If you hear something, you can know it...if you see something, you can remember it....but if you do something, then you truly understand it. Like...beating Gavin Grimes. We have heard it done, so we know it to be possible. We have seen it done...and we remember it Gavin. And we are going to do it....and only then will you truly understand the folly that you have committed."
"Lately we have been reading a lot of Lao Tzu. Or Laozi, or Lao Tze, depending on who you ask. Hell, they are not even sure of when he exactly lived. And the Tang Dynasty and people with the Li surname all claim him as the founder of their lineage. But anyways, he said something in his works that struck a cord with us, reminded us of our own personal mistakes after the loss to Dirk. "Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don't resist them - that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like." And the last week, that has been rolling around in our mind. Natural and spontaneous changes. Yes....you see that is what has sparked our change of path. We must let things flow naturally, to be the weapon we were created to be....to be the monster that we are."
**Bull leans his head back and then looks to the camera again**
"Look deep into our eyes Dirk....because the abyss is looking back at you and we are going to suck you in and spit you out like your mom should have done when she met your father. Just another useless sack of flesh. That one loss....its history. Your next loss...the one Gavin is going to give to you in an epic manner....that will soon too be history. But our paths are not finished crossing and you can bet your ten gallon ass that we are going to finish you off in a horrific manner. Because our suspension..it won't hold. After Devlin realizes his chosen puppet to challenge Gavin is less of a draw then a rock with a smiley face on it, he will lift in in two seconds flat."
"You obviously missed the point we were trying to get to you over that stupid Twitter shit, but lets be frank: even you can't be that dumb. Or....so we thought. We told you Dirk...we were going to BEAT Gavin...we never once said we would win the match. And hell, even after the little beat down we handed him...he is still going to make you look ridiculous. And that in and of itself is amusing."
**The camera gets really close to Bulls face, his voice taking on a sinister quality, almost a growl**
"Oh Gavin...Dirk.....you don't even know what hell you have stepped into. And to be honest, it could have been anyone that set off this chain of events that led to this. It just so happens that the person we were suppose to trust and be brothers with....why he was the one that got the ball rolling. And soon it was an avalanche, just rolling and rolling, tearing apart everything in its path until it exposed the truths to us. You know....maybe we are disillusion. Maybe all this is just imagined slights. Maybe we almost give a fuck. And maybe there is an Inuit in Canada wanting to purchase a bag of ice from us....but we are not going to hold our breath."
**Bull hops off the bar and cracks his neck**
"This is your one and only warning boys. We are giving you the only heads up you are going to need, so that we don't hear the whining and crying about sucker punches and planned assaults. We are coming for you both. And we are going to pick you apart one limb at a time. But for whatever we claim as judged for execution, so does the AoD claim. And there is still one more angel.....and Angel of Vengeance that is amongst the NGW already. When he spreads his wings......when the vultures take flight and circle....then you will know....
".....The nightmare has begun. See you at City of Sin."
**Bull walks away, leaving the warehouse and shutting off the lights as the final light of day slides in under the door...and then the camera fades to black**
--- William Shakespeare, The Tempest, Act I, Scene ii
Things are not always as they seem.
That is the problem with the world today. Perception interferes with the reality of the situation. With the right amount of charisma and a little smoke, mirrors, and sleight of hand, one can make the world believe whatever it wants...if they work at it hard enough. And that is, unfortunately, what has happened to the world around us. But this isn't the work of one man or woman, or of one religion, or belief structure. No, this is the work of the entire planet....and progress. Now progress is inevitable. And although the religion has changed, where man now worships the machines he believes keeps him alive and entertained, things will always remain the same. You don't think that all those years ago, a single man created the monster that is religion these days, do you? No. It was progress. As man adapts and overcomes, he must so progress. And that is where individuals such as ourselves and the others of the Angelz of Destruction come in. We are the shepards. We are the wolves leading the sheep.
The religion of today, lets call it a God Machine, expects conformity....obedience...the loss of self. It turns people into flesh toned robots that follow the latest trends, like those stupid pics no one really likes, and shares that pic so that little kid can get enough amens. The world of today encourgaes trophies for showing up, for not disciplining your children, and creating safe zones when something is too "unsettling" for you to learn about. History is built on a foundation of bodies. But the generation of today only wants happy happy, joy joy thoughts. They don't want to know the reality. Reality makes it real. They want to live in their happy little worlds where everything is okay. Listen up children...pay close attention....a rattlesnakes skin is the same color as the leaves for a reason.
Confused? Why is that not a surprise. If you had not been unsettled by those historical lessons of Hitler, if you had remained in class when the Battle of Gettysburg was spoken of....or maybe had you taken the time to read of Dallas in 63, you might understand that one line. But the God Machine has clipped you all. You have been tamed, settled, and told how you should feel. But the AoD....we are the glitches in the machine...the gears that don't follow the line. We are the seekers of justice, the bringers of redemption, the breakers of the status quo. We live with our asses hanging out in the wind, free and with no strings attached. We are the fallen....we are the cracks in its facade.
We are crazy, it is no secret. But what many call crazy...is just another word for someone whose eyes have not been shielded by the reality that stands before us. We see what is happening, have seen it for many years now. Progress is inevitable. But it isn't progress that we see as the enemy, but those that fan the flames. The modern day messiahs. Those that stand against the beliefs and laws of the AoD. The seekers of conformity. Men and women that would die if their Twitter feed said zero followers.
The Angelz of Destruction are the color red in a world of black and white. If you value your ability to breathe....don't get too close.
**Its cliche time. Here it is, a dark room. Gee, didn't see that one coming, did you. No, how about the chair built of oak to resemble a large, heavy throne. And the skulls carved in it? Yep, that is as cliche as it gets. But why question what runs through the mind of Corey Bull when he prepares this sort of an elaborate set up for promos. After all, most times not even Bull can tell what is going on in his own mind. But this time, this time there seems to be more force in the gaze of the Hatebringer. Bull sits upon the throne like a conquering warrior....sort of like Conan in that one movie. You know the one. When he speaks....Bulls voice has a deep quality to it that rides on the disturbed side**
"Is this not what you were expecting? Some elaborate stage for us to speak of what has happened? Even this is over the top for us. This is just....too gimmicky."
**Bull stands walks off camera, and then a huge banks of lights come on over head. We are in the warehouse in the Northwoods. Bull leans against the bar**
"Now, our electric chair and an oak desk in a dark room. That's us. Cliche? Sure, but its natural. Its not something we thought up to send fear or any of that other bullshit most wrestlers attempt. That's just...natural. We can't explain it any better then that. But that isn't why we are here, just an example of where our mind is."
**Bull turns, pours himself a shot of whiskey, lifting the mask and taking a shot, then turning around to face the camera**
"We have had just about enough of this bullshit. Always holding our tongue, not speaking the things that need to be said. NOT BEING US! We are done with this political correctness bullshit. If Devlin needs to fine us for a remark, or a fight, or whatever, then so be it. Hell, he already suspended us...as if that has EVER stopped us from doing anything we wanted to do. When we intend to send a message Devlin, no one....no corporate pusher or corrupt owner....is going to stand in our way. We are not going to just continue to stand by and allow this watered down bullshit be the legacy we leave behind. Oh, and newsflash for those of you waiting to hear about us quitting....it isn't happening ANY time soon. So get a grip, pray for your favorites when they face us, and move the fuck on."
**Bull climbs up and sits on the bar**
"So much crap is spilling over these days and we feel like a rat trapped in a cage. Well this rat is chewing through the bonds and spreading disease all over this place! It's time for the AoD to stamp its mark on the fucking idiots of this place that believe they are the kings, queens, and franchise players. And before half of you get your panties in a fucking bunch, newsflash: we don't give a shit about most of you. If you are a concern, don't fret. You'll fucking hear about it. So before you rush to Twitter, Instagram, SnapChat, and Pornhub chat rooms to dribble your complaints, be sure we are talking about you."
**Bull sweeps his hair back as he continues. He sticks his arm straight our, with a middle finger pointed down.**
"Whats that Dirk? Can't hear us? Let us turn that up for you...."
**Bull flips it around, giving the camera the bird.**
"Fuck...you. We are sick of being your single claim to fame. We are sick of listening to you spill out that dribble you do. Lets look at this. Dirk, your no franchise, your a sick joke. We have beaten you so much, that if you were a dick....you would be raw, unusable, and require a medicated cream. You can't even step to us Dirk, so what the fuck makes you or any other jack ass who likes you, all two of them,....think you are on our level? Cause you won a match? One match...and your hanging your hat on that shit? Maybe you are stupider then we fucking thought."
"And you Gavin...your a fucking whiny baby. Your even more delusional then we are....and we are certified insane! Lets look at the facts: You want to be a king, yet you are no where near the level of someone who should be called a king. Just like Dirk thinking he is some sort of franchise. We have won more titles then you two put together. If anyone should be called a king or franchise...its us. But we don't want that sort of thing tagged to us. You guys...claim it. No one stood up and said Dirk Bentley...you are a franchise. No one said Gavin Grimes...your a king. You two claim that shit and in this fed so far, it is easy for you to claim it. Well guess what....fuck you! We are now the terrorizer and we are going to come for the both of you."
**Bull sweeps the hair out of his face again**
Confucius once said: "I hear, I know. I see, I remember. I do, I understand." It is the way of our life written in the simplest form by a man that lived many....many years ago. Do you get this reference Dirk, Gavin? We are sure you do. But...for those out there lacking the huge intelligence of Dirk (sarcasm), let us put it out there for you like this: If you hear something, you can know it...if you see something, you can remember it....but if you do something, then you truly understand it. Like...beating Gavin Grimes. We have heard it done, so we know it to be possible. We have seen it done...and we remember it Gavin. And we are going to do it....and only then will you truly understand the folly that you have committed."
"Lately we have been reading a lot of Lao Tzu. Or Laozi, or Lao Tze, depending on who you ask. Hell, they are not even sure of when he exactly lived. And the Tang Dynasty and people with the Li surname all claim him as the founder of their lineage. But anyways, he said something in his works that struck a cord with us, reminded us of our own personal mistakes after the loss to Dirk. "Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don't resist them - that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like." And the last week, that has been rolling around in our mind. Natural and spontaneous changes. Yes....you see that is what has sparked our change of path. We must let things flow naturally, to be the weapon we were created to be....to be the monster that we are."
**Bull leans his head back and then looks to the camera again**
"Look deep into our eyes Dirk....because the abyss is looking back at you and we are going to suck you in and spit you out like your mom should have done when she met your father. Just another useless sack of flesh. That one loss....its history. Your next loss...the one Gavin is going to give to you in an epic manner....that will soon too be history. But our paths are not finished crossing and you can bet your ten gallon ass that we are going to finish you off in a horrific manner. Because our suspension..it won't hold. After Devlin realizes his chosen puppet to challenge Gavin is less of a draw then a rock with a smiley face on it, he will lift in in two seconds flat."
"You obviously missed the point we were trying to get to you over that stupid Twitter shit, but lets be frank: even you can't be that dumb. Or....so we thought. We told you Dirk...we were going to BEAT Gavin...we never once said we would win the match. And hell, even after the little beat down we handed him...he is still going to make you look ridiculous. And that in and of itself is amusing."
**The camera gets really close to Bulls face, his voice taking on a sinister quality, almost a growl**
"Oh Gavin...Dirk.....you don't even know what hell you have stepped into. And to be honest, it could have been anyone that set off this chain of events that led to this. It just so happens that the person we were suppose to trust and be brothers with....why he was the one that got the ball rolling. And soon it was an avalanche, just rolling and rolling, tearing apart everything in its path until it exposed the truths to us. You know....maybe we are disillusion. Maybe all this is just imagined slights. Maybe we almost give a fuck. And maybe there is an Inuit in Canada wanting to purchase a bag of ice from us....but we are not going to hold our breath."
**Bull hops off the bar and cracks his neck**
"This is your one and only warning boys. We are giving you the only heads up you are going to need, so that we don't hear the whining and crying about sucker punches and planned assaults. We are coming for you both. And we are going to pick you apart one limb at a time. But for whatever we claim as judged for execution, so does the AoD claim. And there is still one more angel.....and Angel of Vengeance that is amongst the NGW already. When he spreads his wings......when the vultures take flight and circle....then you will know....
".....The nightmare has begun. See you at City of Sin."
**Bull walks away, leaving the warehouse and shutting off the lights as the final light of day slides in under the door...and then the camera fades to black**