Post by coreybull on Jul 20, 2016 21:28:27 GMT -5
(((OOC: This is gonna flip in and out of on camera. Most of it is off, especially where Bull is stuck in his own head. But the EMT's are on camera and other on camera scenes will be obvious. )))
On and Off Camera
July 16th, 2016
Back of the Ambulance
Eyes opening and closing. The lights passing by, the lights of an arena. Being shoved into the back of an ambulance. The voices.
"Pulse is 27"
"Blood pressure is 88 over 66"
"He is bleeding internally, has to be."
The sound of the siren as it takes us to wherever it is we are going. Beeping. The rolling rubber over the pavement. Why is it so grating on our ears? Movement doesn't happen. Our limbs....its like they are not even there. Maybe this is the end, maybe someone found the way.
Took the fuckers long enough.
"We are losing him here, grab the paddles!!"
"Wait.....wait....no, he is stablizing. Step on it Bruce!"
"Atlanta Medical Center, this is AMB-017 en route, ETA is 5 minutes. We have a male patient, approximately 38 years old...6'10"...weight 385...patient is suffering from serious head trauma and various other abrasions and contusions........"
Everything gets quite. The sounds...they fade away. Our eyes seem to want to shut. We don't mind...it feels like a good time to let go anyways.
On Camera
Sunday, July 17th, 2016
Outside Atlanta Medical Center
A podium is set up in front of Atlanta Medical Center. There are many news reporters and sports reporters standing below the podium. An older Asian gentlemen stands up to the podium, and clears his throat.
"My name is Doctor Hiro Amagato. I am the lead brain surgeon on staff with Atlanta Medical Center. Currently my staff and I have professional wrestler Corey Bull in our care. He was transported from the Phillips Arena after suffering a tremendous amount of trauma, particularly to the skull and upper neck region. There was a great amount of pressure on his brain and he was rushed into surgery. The surgery was successful, but the pressure had pressed down on Mister Bull's RAS. That's Reticular Activating System. It is located in the brain stem and is the part of the brain responsible for arousal and awareness. Currently Mister Bull is in a coma that was induced by the result of his injuries. Our staff has him in the ICU and he is being monitored twenty four hours a day. When his status has changed, we will notify his family first and they can choose to share that information with you. I do not have time for questions, so thank you for your time."
The doctor leaves the podium under a flurry of questions as a news caster stars talking and everything fades.
Off Camera
Day Unknown
Bulls Mind
An all white plain. As in nothing...zero...zip. Corey Bull stands....err floats...ummm..he is there ok. His mask is gone. The scars are sutble now, you can almost not even tell he was burned. His dress is the same as always: blue jeans, tan work boots, t-shirt. He looks left to right, up and down, then sighs.
"So this is it huh. This is death. Seems a bit boring."
"You're not dead Corvis!"
Bull jumps and spins around, only to be face to chest, Bull is tall, to Ace Fuckin Static. Bull swings and passes right through him and Ace starts to laugh hysterically as Bull takes several more swings, all with the same result.
"What the fuck is going on?! Your suppose to be rotting in a pine box!"
"Oh, I'm sure I am. But you man...wow, what the fuck happened to you?"
Bulls face twists into a viscous snarl, but Ace walks around him like nothing is happening.
"You look like Bull, you sound like Bull...wow, you definitely smell like Bull."
Ace comes face to face with him.
"But you don't seem to be acting like Corvis at all. Someone took and watered you down son! And that...that Corvis is why I am here."
"Am I dead?"
"No, your trapped in your own head. And the voices, they are here. But all of them work for me at the moment. I have been a part of you for many years now, that ghost you still can't seem to shake. And I will be damned if the monster I fought all those blood curdling battles with is going to just piss the rest of his career away in some backwater fed."
Ace reaches up and smacks Bull hard. Bull retaliates, but again, hits nothing.
"It's time to wake up the monster inside! Lets take a trip down memory lane, shall we Corvis?"
Ace snaps his fingers and we are at a completely different place. A sunny day and a seven year old Bull sits on the sidewalk. One hand is cupped on the ground, forcing the little ants to go where he wants them to while a magnifying glass is in the other.
"Really, your burning ants?"
"I was curious. Kid told me they would puff into smoke if they got hot enough. I wanted to see that."
"It doesn't work, I tried it. Oh look, its dad."
An older and not as large, but dam near as heavy, man who must be William Bull comes rushing out of the house.
"You little fucker! What do you think you are doing?!"
He grabs Bull by the front of his shirt and lifts him in the air.
"Boy, I knew there was something fucking wrong in that head of yours. But we are going to fix this right fucking now. Mary! Get the fucking car, this little bastard needs to get some attention to his head!"
Mary Bull, a not unattractive woman, comes rushing out, stumbling a little.
"What happened! Is he hurt?!"
William slaps her across the face.
"No you dumb bitch, but he is gonna be if you don't get the car. We are taking him up to the asylum and letting the doctor check his brain. No kid of mine is going to be a fucking retard."
The scene blurs out, but Bulls hands are still clenched in fists.
"Wow, wasn't that just a charming fuck. No wonder you murdered him."
"It was an accident.."
"Oh shut the fuck up Corvis! I know it wasn't an accident. I'm in your head! You loved it! What happened to that sick fuck? Where did he go? That's the fucker I want to let out! I want to see that fucker walking around. Lets see..what next, oh do you remember this?"
Another snap of the fingers. The darkened room of a workshop. The flicker of the flames as they lick the metal, melting what lays within the pot down to its rich, amber color. A muscular arm on a bellow as it fuels the flame with the precious oxygen that feeds it. The dirty body of Corey Bull, a much younger Bull. The clicking of boots on metal, a familiar sound. A man in a long trench coat and an over sized undertakers hat walks above Bull on a catwalk. Apocalypse, the man that is responsible for Bull walking the streets. The man responsible for shaping this young monster into a full fledged weapon. His hands are behind his back and clasped. His mannerisms are that of a man overlooking the project that will change the world. His voice carries over the ding and clamor of the workshop.
"You must feel it. This is more then some piece of clothing...more then just some piece of metal. It has to be a part of you...it has to be alive."
"Wow, Apoc looks pretty dam good."
"This was before all that fire and stuff."
The younger Bull cuts his hand with a knife and drips his blood into a mold for several long seconds, before finally wrapping his hand and moving the giant ladle to pore the amber liquid into the mold. Flash forward to the semi-cooled metal and the clink clink clink of a hammer working it over a forge.
"You need this. This is your focal point. This is the part of you that you must control. Through this shall you focus your hatred with pin point precision."
The death metal mask takes form. The evil grin, the eyes that seem to be alive on their own. The sharp hiss of the red hot metal being dipped in ice filled water. The mask looks back at the man that has formed it.
"This is your destiny. This is your legacy. This is the beginning of the end for all that oppose you."
The scene disappears. Ace and Bull stand in the nothingness of the abyss.
"You see? Apocalypse knew. Me, I knew too. It's why I targeted you all those years ago. Your a sick fuck Corvis. Deep inside, your nothing but murder and smiles. But you have been weak! The Angelz...they are picking up the slack for you. Hell, even Gray whatshisfuckingname is doing better then you are! What the fuck Corvis! You and Dean should have eaten them alive. And that Gavin bitch? Heshe would have been murdered back when White Chapel Murders walked the place. What happened to you? In D.E.A.T.H. you were a fucking monster. In Dead Cell you didn't care who you beat, just that you did! Where is the violent monster?"
Bull just lets out a deep breath.
"I don't know. He is there...I can feel him. But its just feels like everything is closing in. I just want a woman, someone to come home to, maybe settle down or something. But its a weakness."
Ace slaps Bull in the head hard.
"Motherfucker!"
"Are you fucking dense? Did I drop you on your head too many times? A woman isn't a weakness if you don't' want her to be. Look at that bitch Alexis you got stuck with in that marriage shit the fed wanted you to do. You hated her and let Axle hit her six fucking times with a steel chair before you attempted to save her. Hell, you almost had me dead. You held onto that chain...you hung me from the cage and you watched her get beaten and bloody. But you hated her. That made her a weakness. Now Krystal, my sister, you and her were a pair of sickos and you ran rampant. The two of you had a lot of fun fucking and beating people up. Too bad some low life fuck killed her. But the point is, a woman isn't a weakness, but a strength. Or do you need a reminder of how far a woman will go to release the monster within?"
Ace snaps his finger and a news article fills the space.
Monday, February 10th, 2014. Detroit Free Press.
Wrestlers wife found dead.
Detroit Officials this morning located the body of a young woman dangling from a rope in the woods at Woodland Cemetery in Highland Park, a suburb of Detroit. The young woman was identified as Laney Bull, the wife of WXW superstar Corey Bull. Police have spoken with Mr. Bull this morning, and a spokesman for the department says no foul play is suspected. A note, along with several other indicators seems to place this as a suicide. The police will continue to investigate. Mr. Bull refused to speak with reporters and a spokesman for the company has stated that “they are very saddened by the loss of Laney Bull. She was a bright young woman with a promising future. Our hearts and prayers go out to her family.” Laney Bull was 28. At this time, an autopsy report has not been conducted.
Bull stares at the white that is left. Ace looks at him.
"Laney killed herself to release the monster. I read the note. She gave you those pills to shut up the voices. But she realized it was that Bull she loved and she knew she had to get away. A weak excuse...but you see how far she went. Now Bull...how far are you willing to go to be the monster I know you as? Or are you going to remain a sick weak little fuck for the rest of your life."
"Fuck you Ace! I'm going to dig up your corpse and skull fuck it just so you get a head ache wherever the hell you are now!"
"Good. That's a start. The match has been lit. But lets see this little fire turn into a fucking inferno! I'll be back."
Ace disappears and Bull flops to his ass, left alone in his own mind.
On Camera
July 18th, 2016
Bulls ICU Room
A nurse, pretty hot for a nurse, checks Bull's vitals. She looks around and sneaks a peek under the sheets.
"Oh, please wake up."
She mouths the word "wow" as the camera fades to black.
On and Off Camera
July 16th, 2016
Back of the Ambulance
Eyes opening and closing. The lights passing by, the lights of an arena. Being shoved into the back of an ambulance. The voices.
"Pulse is 27"
"Blood pressure is 88 over 66"
"He is bleeding internally, has to be."
The sound of the siren as it takes us to wherever it is we are going. Beeping. The rolling rubber over the pavement. Why is it so grating on our ears? Movement doesn't happen. Our limbs....its like they are not even there. Maybe this is the end, maybe someone found the way.
Took the fuckers long enough.
"We are losing him here, grab the paddles!!"
"Wait.....wait....no, he is stablizing. Step on it Bruce!"
"Atlanta Medical Center, this is AMB-017 en route, ETA is 5 minutes. We have a male patient, approximately 38 years old...6'10"...weight 385...patient is suffering from serious head trauma and various other abrasions and contusions........"
Everything gets quite. The sounds...they fade away. Our eyes seem to want to shut. We don't mind...it feels like a good time to let go anyways.
On Camera
Sunday, July 17th, 2016
Outside Atlanta Medical Center
A podium is set up in front of Atlanta Medical Center. There are many news reporters and sports reporters standing below the podium. An older Asian gentlemen stands up to the podium, and clears his throat.
"My name is Doctor Hiro Amagato. I am the lead brain surgeon on staff with Atlanta Medical Center. Currently my staff and I have professional wrestler Corey Bull in our care. He was transported from the Phillips Arena after suffering a tremendous amount of trauma, particularly to the skull and upper neck region. There was a great amount of pressure on his brain and he was rushed into surgery. The surgery was successful, but the pressure had pressed down on Mister Bull's RAS. That's Reticular Activating System. It is located in the brain stem and is the part of the brain responsible for arousal and awareness. Currently Mister Bull is in a coma that was induced by the result of his injuries. Our staff has him in the ICU and he is being monitored twenty four hours a day. When his status has changed, we will notify his family first and they can choose to share that information with you. I do not have time for questions, so thank you for your time."
The doctor leaves the podium under a flurry of questions as a news caster stars talking and everything fades.
Off Camera
Day Unknown
Bulls Mind
An all white plain. As in nothing...zero...zip. Corey Bull stands....err floats...ummm..he is there ok. His mask is gone. The scars are sutble now, you can almost not even tell he was burned. His dress is the same as always: blue jeans, tan work boots, t-shirt. He looks left to right, up and down, then sighs.
"So this is it huh. This is death. Seems a bit boring."
"You're not dead Corvis!"
Bull jumps and spins around, only to be face to chest, Bull is tall, to Ace Fuckin Static. Bull swings and passes right through him and Ace starts to laugh hysterically as Bull takes several more swings, all with the same result.
"What the fuck is going on?! Your suppose to be rotting in a pine box!"
"Oh, I'm sure I am. But you man...wow, what the fuck happened to you?"
Bulls face twists into a viscous snarl, but Ace walks around him like nothing is happening.
"You look like Bull, you sound like Bull...wow, you definitely smell like Bull."
Ace comes face to face with him.
"But you don't seem to be acting like Corvis at all. Someone took and watered you down son! And that...that Corvis is why I am here."
"Am I dead?"
"No, your trapped in your own head. And the voices, they are here. But all of them work for me at the moment. I have been a part of you for many years now, that ghost you still can't seem to shake. And I will be damned if the monster I fought all those blood curdling battles with is going to just piss the rest of his career away in some backwater fed."
Ace reaches up and smacks Bull hard. Bull retaliates, but again, hits nothing.
"It's time to wake up the monster inside! Lets take a trip down memory lane, shall we Corvis?"
Ace snaps his fingers and we are at a completely different place. A sunny day and a seven year old Bull sits on the sidewalk. One hand is cupped on the ground, forcing the little ants to go where he wants them to while a magnifying glass is in the other.
"Really, your burning ants?"
"I was curious. Kid told me they would puff into smoke if they got hot enough. I wanted to see that."
"It doesn't work, I tried it. Oh look, its dad."
An older and not as large, but dam near as heavy, man who must be William Bull comes rushing out of the house.
"You little fucker! What do you think you are doing?!"
He grabs Bull by the front of his shirt and lifts him in the air.
"Boy, I knew there was something fucking wrong in that head of yours. But we are going to fix this right fucking now. Mary! Get the fucking car, this little bastard needs to get some attention to his head!"
Mary Bull, a not unattractive woman, comes rushing out, stumbling a little.
"What happened! Is he hurt?!"
William slaps her across the face.
"No you dumb bitch, but he is gonna be if you don't get the car. We are taking him up to the asylum and letting the doctor check his brain. No kid of mine is going to be a fucking retard."
The scene blurs out, but Bulls hands are still clenched in fists.
"Wow, wasn't that just a charming fuck. No wonder you murdered him."
"It was an accident.."
"Oh shut the fuck up Corvis! I know it wasn't an accident. I'm in your head! You loved it! What happened to that sick fuck? Where did he go? That's the fucker I want to let out! I want to see that fucker walking around. Lets see..what next, oh do you remember this?"
Another snap of the fingers. The darkened room of a workshop. The flicker of the flames as they lick the metal, melting what lays within the pot down to its rich, amber color. A muscular arm on a bellow as it fuels the flame with the precious oxygen that feeds it. The dirty body of Corey Bull, a much younger Bull. The clicking of boots on metal, a familiar sound. A man in a long trench coat and an over sized undertakers hat walks above Bull on a catwalk. Apocalypse, the man that is responsible for Bull walking the streets. The man responsible for shaping this young monster into a full fledged weapon. His hands are behind his back and clasped. His mannerisms are that of a man overlooking the project that will change the world. His voice carries over the ding and clamor of the workshop.
"You must feel it. This is more then some piece of clothing...more then just some piece of metal. It has to be a part of you...it has to be alive."
"Wow, Apoc looks pretty dam good."
"This was before all that fire and stuff."
The younger Bull cuts his hand with a knife and drips his blood into a mold for several long seconds, before finally wrapping his hand and moving the giant ladle to pore the amber liquid into the mold. Flash forward to the semi-cooled metal and the clink clink clink of a hammer working it over a forge.
"You need this. This is your focal point. This is the part of you that you must control. Through this shall you focus your hatred with pin point precision."
The death metal mask takes form. The evil grin, the eyes that seem to be alive on their own. The sharp hiss of the red hot metal being dipped in ice filled water. The mask looks back at the man that has formed it.
"This is your destiny. This is your legacy. This is the beginning of the end for all that oppose you."
The scene disappears. Ace and Bull stand in the nothingness of the abyss.
"You see? Apocalypse knew. Me, I knew too. It's why I targeted you all those years ago. Your a sick fuck Corvis. Deep inside, your nothing but murder and smiles. But you have been weak! The Angelz...they are picking up the slack for you. Hell, even Gray whatshisfuckingname is doing better then you are! What the fuck Corvis! You and Dean should have eaten them alive. And that Gavin bitch? Heshe would have been murdered back when White Chapel Murders walked the place. What happened to you? In D.E.A.T.H. you were a fucking monster. In Dead Cell you didn't care who you beat, just that you did! Where is the violent monster?"
Bull just lets out a deep breath.
"I don't know. He is there...I can feel him. But its just feels like everything is closing in. I just want a woman, someone to come home to, maybe settle down or something. But its a weakness."
Ace slaps Bull in the head hard.
"Motherfucker!"
"Are you fucking dense? Did I drop you on your head too many times? A woman isn't a weakness if you don't' want her to be. Look at that bitch Alexis you got stuck with in that marriage shit the fed wanted you to do. You hated her and let Axle hit her six fucking times with a steel chair before you attempted to save her. Hell, you almost had me dead. You held onto that chain...you hung me from the cage and you watched her get beaten and bloody. But you hated her. That made her a weakness. Now Krystal, my sister, you and her were a pair of sickos and you ran rampant. The two of you had a lot of fun fucking and beating people up. Too bad some low life fuck killed her. But the point is, a woman isn't a weakness, but a strength. Or do you need a reminder of how far a woman will go to release the monster within?"
Ace snaps his finger and a news article fills the space.
Monday, February 10th, 2014. Detroit Free Press.
Wrestlers wife found dead.
Detroit Officials this morning located the body of a young woman dangling from a rope in the woods at Woodland Cemetery in Highland Park, a suburb of Detroit. The young woman was identified as Laney Bull, the wife of WXW superstar Corey Bull. Police have spoken with Mr. Bull this morning, and a spokesman for the department says no foul play is suspected. A note, along with several other indicators seems to place this as a suicide. The police will continue to investigate. Mr. Bull refused to speak with reporters and a spokesman for the company has stated that “they are very saddened by the loss of Laney Bull. She was a bright young woman with a promising future. Our hearts and prayers go out to her family.” Laney Bull was 28. At this time, an autopsy report has not been conducted.
Bull stares at the white that is left. Ace looks at him.
"Laney killed herself to release the monster. I read the note. She gave you those pills to shut up the voices. But she realized it was that Bull she loved and she knew she had to get away. A weak excuse...but you see how far she went. Now Bull...how far are you willing to go to be the monster I know you as? Or are you going to remain a sick weak little fuck for the rest of your life."
"Fuck you Ace! I'm going to dig up your corpse and skull fuck it just so you get a head ache wherever the hell you are now!"
"Good. That's a start. The match has been lit. But lets see this little fire turn into a fucking inferno! I'll be back."
Ace disappears and Bull flops to his ass, left alone in his own mind.
On Camera
July 18th, 2016
Bulls ICU Room
A nurse, pretty hot for a nurse, checks Bull's vitals. She looks around and sneaks a peek under the sheets.
"Oh, please wake up."
She mouths the word "wow" as the camera fades to black.