Post by coreybull on Jul 15, 2016 21:55:34 GMT -5
"Two hyenas can share a kill...if that kill was obtained as one."
--- Unknown Source
On Camera
-A locker room. The lockers all sit opposite the camera. To the right sits Corey Bull sitting on a chair and wrapping his wrists with tape. Opposite him sits Dean Judas, leaning back in the chair, head faces up and a bored expression on his face.-
Dean
I told you to leave the fucking mask in your backwoods haunt Corvis. I don't want the freaks thinking we are an item or something. Low key dumb ass.
Corey
We are not in LA anymore Axle Jr. Besides, we didn't wear it when we met in LA, did we.
Dean
No and I wanted to talk about that. Why the fuck do you wear that thing anyway Corvis. The chicks were all over you.
Corey
They were just wrestling fans.
Dean
Bullshit, they wanted a Corvis Sausage until they say the Dean Special walk up.
-Bull raises his head and stares across at Dean.-
Corey
What the fuck is your point?
-Dean laughs, taking his black Wayfarers off and sitting up.-
Dean
I don't have a point. I don't fucking need to have a point Corvis. I'm just stating fact.
Corey
Maybe you should worry less about where I put my cock and worry more about putting Dirk and Jack's dicks in the dirt!
-Dean looks at Bull, a look of surprise on his face. Then he laughs.-
Dean
You're a crazy fuck you know that Bull.
Corey
Why thanks for noticing Dean.
-Dean shakes his head and puts his Wayfarers back on.-
Dean
Whatever man. Lets get this show on the road. I'm ready to massacre this Drifter reboot and send it back to VHS.
-Corey looks up at Dean, but it is obvious he is talking to the camera as well.-
Corey
Dirk is a joke. He talked a good game, even used some of our style tactics to get himself known. But he went about it the pussy way. Strapping on armor to attack a woman. And he knows he can't beat us straight up. But that's all right. That's just more of his shit under the bridge. Tonight we walk to that ring and utterly annihilate any chance he thinks he has at another shot at the title. Besides, did you see the draw on that match. First five minutes was good, the rest of the time people were leaving to get to their cars early. Even the pay per view buy rate dropped the minute it came on the screen. And we all know that isn't because of Gavy. As much of a little shit as he is...he at least can draw a crowd.
-Bull clears his throat.-
Bull
Oh but your so fucking right Dirk, the AoD hasn't done nothing yet. Oh, except win the fucking tag titles you dolt! Sure, your gonna come running with some line like "Gray Malone is a piece of trash" or "The tag division is nothing." But that is like you, isn't it Dirk. Always running to the well and saying the same fucking thing as every other person. That is why I hate you the most Dirk. You tow the line like every other little bitch. I respect a good game Dirk. Gavy, as much as I hate him, has a good game. One I am looking forward to tearing down. But you, your using material that silent films threw out cause it was so full of shit. Oh Dirk, the AoD is more then you can ever imagine. But your blind. Blinded by your own ego, blinded by Jack's ass while he does a double dip on your chin. Tonight I show you something your use to Dirk. The lights on the ceiling.
Dean
Honestly I've heard what's been said from both of the fucking driftwood retards. They don't even remember the beating HFF and I have them. It's embarrassing really. Trying to degrade my wins and my status is amateur as fuck. Look at these two just trying their little hardest to gain even the slightest edge. It's hilarious really. I look at it like they don't want to remember the pain and agony that they suffered. Truth be told, they high tailed it out of UECW right after that beating. So when Dirk says stupid shit like I'm gonna tuck my tail and run he's actually speaking from a personal experience that he's managed to bury deep down inside. Jack doesn't shit about shit. Jack doesn't know jack...get it?
Dean
The Drifters are a walking contradiction. They went from talking about kicking ass and taking names in the lackluster tag team title picture and then turn around to come back with some bullshit about how they're not gonna do it. It's a huge joke. Much like their careers.
Dean
Dirk Bentley went on and on about irrelevant bullshit and it provided quite the tranquilizer to be honest. All the fucking idiot with that ten gallon hat and pea sized brain had to say was shit he's already said and a repeat of what I said to Shelley last week. He watches my promos and marvels at my abilities and my skills as a wordsmith. Who can blame him really? I'm incredibly talented and well versed despite what the two geriatric rejects will lead you to believe. Do I enjoy swearing? Yes I abso-fucking-loutley do. Did I used to dabble in my share of narcotics? Most certainly. Does that make any difference in the beating the two of them are about to receive? NOPE! Not a single fucking thing is effected by how I talk and what I've done in my past.
Dean
Dirk simply repeated some shit that I said in MY promo just so that his wasn't considered the length of a fucking commercial. I guess when you do the same shit week in and week out you run out of material and shit to do. He even attempted to be clever with a catchy title that flopped harder than his attempt to win the NGW Championship. Yet another failure from Dirk Bentley. I mean seriously, we talk about people that just fucking blow hot air and he's easily the biggest culprit. The guy is a complete clown and makes excuse after excuse and promise after promise but he falls flat on his face EVERY-SINGLE-TIME! Dirk just fucking quit, heed your own advice and QUIT! We're all extremely tired of you and you bored everyone to DEATH!
Bull
Bored me to fucking death.
Dean:
Your little fucktard girl Summer needs to bite her tongue too. She's the most irrelevant valet in the history of this business. Congrats. Dumb cunt. Dean: Jacky is a curious case really. Somehow he doesn't remember much of the beatings either...weird. He also calls Alex a needle and pusher when we all know the dude was face first buried in a mountain of cocaine like he was fucking Tony Montana. Guess his memory slipped up again. Good thing he's good at poker or some other generic gambling game like blackjack...cause he's gotta be trash at the game memory.
Dean
Look at what Jack had to say about Corvis and I this week? Desperately reaching and trying to grasp onto anything he possibly can and yet coming up short just like his tag team partner. Spending very little of his time addressing Corvis and I will be his downfall. He cannot think that he's going to overlook the two of us and just brush everything off. No one gives a fuck about your stupid business dealings. This is PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING!!!!! You act as though you're trying out to be on Sharktank or some bullshit business insider show on CNN. Who the fuck cares!? NO ONE! It seems as though you've lost touch. You can't quite find that groove that you once had (for like half a year maybe and I'm being generous). Can't capture that lightning again can ya? Guess you just aren't cut out for this business, which probably ran through your head when you first retired. You should go back to that train of thought, it was much more beneficial to your well
being. Oh what didn't know I had tact and elegance with my words? Yeah FUCKHEAD I do.
Dean
When this shit is over and done with, Corvis and I will be victorious but mainly because of me lets be realistic here. I've got the talent and I've got the pure determination that is simply unmatched. The way I operate inside and outside of the ring gives me the edge that all three of these men are oh so desperately trying to seek. Corvis is much closer than Dirk and Jack which both are synonyms for masturbation. That's neither here nor there.
Dean
When the bell tolls the Drifters will be put into retirement and suffer another loss yet AGAIN. Jack gets a blemish and Dirk gets to five hundred. It's game, set and match you cunts. See you in the ring. Get ready for it... Dean: Get ready for the massacre...oh the blood, oh the blood...
-Bull starts to laugh darkly as he finishes taping his wrist and Deans eyes stare at the camera.-
Dean: OH THE MASSACRE!!!
-Bull and Dean stand and leave the room as the camera fades-
--- Unknown Source
On Camera
-A locker room. The lockers all sit opposite the camera. To the right sits Corey Bull sitting on a chair and wrapping his wrists with tape. Opposite him sits Dean Judas, leaning back in the chair, head faces up and a bored expression on his face.-
Dean
I told you to leave the fucking mask in your backwoods haunt Corvis. I don't want the freaks thinking we are an item or something. Low key dumb ass.
Corey
We are not in LA anymore Axle Jr. Besides, we didn't wear it when we met in LA, did we.
Dean
No and I wanted to talk about that. Why the fuck do you wear that thing anyway Corvis. The chicks were all over you.
Corey
They were just wrestling fans.
Dean
Bullshit, they wanted a Corvis Sausage until they say the Dean Special walk up.
-Bull raises his head and stares across at Dean.-
Corey
What the fuck is your point?
-Dean laughs, taking his black Wayfarers off and sitting up.-
Dean
I don't have a point. I don't fucking need to have a point Corvis. I'm just stating fact.
Corey
Maybe you should worry less about where I put my cock and worry more about putting Dirk and Jack's dicks in the dirt!
-Dean looks at Bull, a look of surprise on his face. Then he laughs.-
Dean
You're a crazy fuck you know that Bull.
Corey
Why thanks for noticing Dean.
-Dean shakes his head and puts his Wayfarers back on.-
Dean
Whatever man. Lets get this show on the road. I'm ready to massacre this Drifter reboot and send it back to VHS.
-Corey looks up at Dean, but it is obvious he is talking to the camera as well.-
Corey
Dirk is a joke. He talked a good game, even used some of our style tactics to get himself known. But he went about it the pussy way. Strapping on armor to attack a woman. And he knows he can't beat us straight up. But that's all right. That's just more of his shit under the bridge. Tonight we walk to that ring and utterly annihilate any chance he thinks he has at another shot at the title. Besides, did you see the draw on that match. First five minutes was good, the rest of the time people were leaving to get to their cars early. Even the pay per view buy rate dropped the minute it came on the screen. And we all know that isn't because of Gavy. As much of a little shit as he is...he at least can draw a crowd.
-Bull clears his throat.-
Bull
Oh but your so fucking right Dirk, the AoD hasn't done nothing yet. Oh, except win the fucking tag titles you dolt! Sure, your gonna come running with some line like "Gray Malone is a piece of trash" or "The tag division is nothing." But that is like you, isn't it Dirk. Always running to the well and saying the same fucking thing as every other person. That is why I hate you the most Dirk. You tow the line like every other little bitch. I respect a good game Dirk. Gavy, as much as I hate him, has a good game. One I am looking forward to tearing down. But you, your using material that silent films threw out cause it was so full of shit. Oh Dirk, the AoD is more then you can ever imagine. But your blind. Blinded by your own ego, blinded by Jack's ass while he does a double dip on your chin. Tonight I show you something your use to Dirk. The lights on the ceiling.
Dean
Honestly I've heard what's been said from both of the fucking driftwood retards. They don't even remember the beating HFF and I have them. It's embarrassing really. Trying to degrade my wins and my status is amateur as fuck. Look at these two just trying their little hardest to gain even the slightest edge. It's hilarious really. I look at it like they don't want to remember the pain and agony that they suffered. Truth be told, they high tailed it out of UECW right after that beating. So when Dirk says stupid shit like I'm gonna tuck my tail and run he's actually speaking from a personal experience that he's managed to bury deep down inside. Jack doesn't shit about shit. Jack doesn't know jack...get it?
Dean
The Drifters are a walking contradiction. They went from talking about kicking ass and taking names in the lackluster tag team title picture and then turn around to come back with some bullshit about how they're not gonna do it. It's a huge joke. Much like their careers.
Dean
Dirk Bentley went on and on about irrelevant bullshit and it provided quite the tranquilizer to be honest. All the fucking idiot with that ten gallon hat and pea sized brain had to say was shit he's already said and a repeat of what I said to Shelley last week. He watches my promos and marvels at my abilities and my skills as a wordsmith. Who can blame him really? I'm incredibly talented and well versed despite what the two geriatric rejects will lead you to believe. Do I enjoy swearing? Yes I abso-fucking-loutley do. Did I used to dabble in my share of narcotics? Most certainly. Does that make any difference in the beating the two of them are about to receive? NOPE! Not a single fucking thing is effected by how I talk and what I've done in my past.
Dean
Dirk simply repeated some shit that I said in MY promo just so that his wasn't considered the length of a fucking commercial. I guess when you do the same shit week in and week out you run out of material and shit to do. He even attempted to be clever with a catchy title that flopped harder than his attempt to win the NGW Championship. Yet another failure from Dirk Bentley. I mean seriously, we talk about people that just fucking blow hot air and he's easily the biggest culprit. The guy is a complete clown and makes excuse after excuse and promise after promise but he falls flat on his face EVERY-SINGLE-TIME! Dirk just fucking quit, heed your own advice and QUIT! We're all extremely tired of you and you bored everyone to DEATH!
Bull
Bored me to fucking death.
Dean:
Your little fucktard girl Summer needs to bite her tongue too. She's the most irrelevant valet in the history of this business. Congrats. Dumb cunt. Dean: Jacky is a curious case really. Somehow he doesn't remember much of the beatings either...weird. He also calls Alex a needle and pusher when we all know the dude was face first buried in a mountain of cocaine like he was fucking Tony Montana. Guess his memory slipped up again. Good thing he's good at poker or some other generic gambling game like blackjack...cause he's gotta be trash at the game memory.
Dean
Look at what Jack had to say about Corvis and I this week? Desperately reaching and trying to grasp onto anything he possibly can and yet coming up short just like his tag team partner. Spending very little of his time addressing Corvis and I will be his downfall. He cannot think that he's going to overlook the two of us and just brush everything off. No one gives a fuck about your stupid business dealings. This is PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING!!!!! You act as though you're trying out to be on Sharktank or some bullshit business insider show on CNN. Who the fuck cares!? NO ONE! It seems as though you've lost touch. You can't quite find that groove that you once had (for like half a year maybe and I'm being generous). Can't capture that lightning again can ya? Guess you just aren't cut out for this business, which probably ran through your head when you first retired. You should go back to that train of thought, it was much more beneficial to your well
being. Oh what didn't know I had tact and elegance with my words? Yeah FUCKHEAD I do.
Dean
When this shit is over and done with, Corvis and I will be victorious but mainly because of me lets be realistic here. I've got the talent and I've got the pure determination that is simply unmatched. The way I operate inside and outside of the ring gives me the edge that all three of these men are oh so desperately trying to seek. Corvis is much closer than Dirk and Jack which both are synonyms for masturbation. That's neither here nor there.
Dean
When the bell tolls the Drifters will be put into retirement and suffer another loss yet AGAIN. Jack gets a blemish and Dirk gets to five hundred. It's game, set and match you cunts. See you in the ring. Get ready for it... Dean: Get ready for the massacre...oh the blood, oh the blood...
-Bull starts to laugh darkly as he finishes taping his wrist and Deans eyes stare at the camera.-
Dean: OH THE MASSACRE!!!
-Bull and Dean stand and leave the room as the camera fades-