Post by coreybull on Aug 3, 2016 23:59:01 GMT -5
"I am not afraid of an army of wolves led by a sheep; I am afraid of an army of sheep led by a wolf."
Seen on a shirt
Some people are only alive because it is illegal to kill them. Everyone's got something, some point where a person just doesn't have a right to go on living. Even people who are against the death penalty have a line in the sand, that point beyond which people just don't count as "people" anymore.
Acting on that impulse....is illegal.
That doesn't stop everybody.
I have to be careful now. That impulse....that impulse is alive and well once again inside of me. And I love it. And hate it. Its my thing you see. Can't have one without the other. But shhh, don't go around telling people that. You see, if the secret gets out, if people learn that the man loaded with hate can love too....they might think I have lost my edge.
Wait a minute...that actually might work to my advantage. Maybe I should step out and tell Taryn how I really wish I wasn't going to have to do this to her, how I have always loved her work. Maybe I should tell her I find her attractive and would love to get to know her better, if that was possible.
......
Nah fuck it, that bitch has pissed me off. Time to hurt someone. Why?
Cause I'm Corey MotherF*N Bull.
**The camera fades in to a slow clap, and the large hands of Corey Bull are slowly raising and lowering in a golf clap manner**
"Bravo Taryn. Bravo indeed for that sick burn. Oh wait, I almost gave a shit there for a minute. Wait...wait...nope, its gone. Your right, I thought you were still the CEO of Strike Towers....since your bio says you are the CEO of Strike Towers. Or you were. Weird how that can confuse a person. And you know, thinking about that, if you were the CEO...how did Strike Towers fold then? Oh wait....you were the CEO. Never mind, I answered my own rhetorical question."
**Bull sort of chuckles...then Bull clears his throat, but you never see the mans face. It remains in the shadows...just out of reach**
"You did....exactly...what everyone else does Taryn. And here I thought you were different. Something special. And still....like all the other sheep....you followed the leader and towed the line. You only heard what you wanted to hear and assumed the rest. While, when you assume, you usually make and ass out of u and me, the only ass you made here....was you. So yeah, I thought you were still CEO. And that didn't make an ass of me you see, it makes an ass out of the people who are suppose to keep the bios around this place up to speed. And as you might have noticed....I don't really play that twitter game too well. Oh, and yeah...you being a CEO of WhoTheFuckCares doesn't really effect our match."
**Bull cracks his knuckles.**
"Mentioning my size. You went there. Your right, I am bigger, probably stronger. But....that isn't even the half of it. My mind....once again for those of you who missed it the first time....is the real weapon. That is the thing you have misjudged about me. And it is going to be your downfall Taryn. Believing me to be stupid...that is the right path for a painful ass whooping. I would believe you to be stupid...but I know better. I have seen the way you operate. Your not stupid Taryn...not at all. You are sloppy."
**Bulls hand raises up**
"And please, for the love of all that is holy...don't call me...a fucking king. That is a pitiful and useless title and is meant to be used by those who lack any real life or understanding of self worth. Ask Gavin. King. Fuck, I'm no king. I don't want to be king. Kings are there as a figure piece or a puppet. I want to rule....but not as a king. Kings don't rule. Kings are overthrown. Those just below a god, but well above a king...those are the monsters that rule. And I am going to be one of those. And one might think that is my own downfall. "Everyone wants to be king!" they cry to no one in particular. "Everyone wants to be that guy." I don't want to be "that guy". Because everyone....wants to be...that...guy. That is why I don't want to be that guy. Because I am a wolf in sheep's clothing. And I laugh at you fuckers...the ones that want to be that guy. You can say what you wish, laugh cause I am different. I'm laughing...cause you are all the same to me. Just a body bag of blood to be busted!"
**Bulls hand squeeze tightly enough to make his knuckles white. He relaxes and continues**
"Bit off track, but I think you get the point Taryn. Assumption....is the mother of all fuck ups. Don't ever assume I am what you believe I am...for I am more then any one person can truly imagine. And while some might call that ego...I call it pride. And sin or not, I am proud of what I am....who I am....and the people I had to destroy to get here! But the world needs an enema....just like NGW. And it is why the AoD formed. Not because I am some leader...I'm not. We are all the leaders....leaders of a new revolution. The men, women, and children of today worship new gods....only their god is in the form of an iPhone or a tablet. And I am here to open their eyes. And to do that....sacrifices must be made. Well....I am tired of making my sacrifices...it is time I sacrificed some people! It is time to make those that stand before me in that ring suffer! It is time to make an example of those that stand across from me....of those that stand against the Angelz of Destruction! I need to set an example for that little bitch that sits at the top. And I have to show Ashleigh Grimes that this isn't the masked fool that guarded her ass for those months...the one that allowed Gavin to treat her like a second rate citizen. This is a whole new monster...and it has its sights set at all that sit at the top. Gavin...Ashleigh...Avery Miles. All of them. My hate knows no restrictions."
"But you Taryn, are the issue I am focused on. Because you will be the example. You are going to be my brand new calling card...the mark I leave on everyone's mind will not be forgotten any time soon. Just like the mark I am going to leave on the mat with your blood Taryn. And you want to know Taryn....you want to know how much blood of yours I am willing to spill?!?!?"
"EVERY LAST FUCKING DROP!"
**Bull stands, hid deep voice echoing off the walls...the sound of his breathing reminding people exactly of his namesake...a bull. When the camera pans up, we are presented his back as he stares off into the nothingness. And then...laughter...sick, twisted, maniacal laughter.**
"Oh god...what a fucking rush. I can feel the hate just flowing through my body like so long ago. It courses through my veins...like an army of ants marching forth to the furnace that is my heart...to fuel its fire and force it to burn ever hotter. It is...it is something that is like nothing else. People have always asked me "Bull, why do you hate so much?" And my answer is simple: Why not? Everyone hates...it makes the world go around more then peace and love. Its true. Look at the reality and you will see it. Person A loves their job, but hates the person ahead of them. Person B loves going to the show, but hates the cost and the lines. Person C loves this song, but hates the rest of the album. It is a never ending thing. Love just this little bit, hate the rest. And you can feel it Taryn, can't you? Walk down the street once. People will smile, and laugh, and be so happy to see one of their favorite stars. But feel deeply. You will feel the hate, it lies just below the surface. Now imagine a monster that feels that ALL the time. Imagine a monster that FEEDS off of it. The limits I have are limitless....the strategies I can use...know no bounds."
**Bull stretches and flexes...slowly letting his breathing and body come to a calmer state**
"This is a pretty cut and dry situation for me Taryn. People think I am a joke, that I am washed up. I lost to Dickless Bentley for crying out loud. And it was because I failed to see the mistake before it consumed me. But now...now I will walk to the ring...and I will throw everything I have at you. I have to. No more niceties for anyone. No more assuming I am just better. I HAVE to be better. And the only way to do that is to attack someone on all levels...all fronts....with zero tolerance for mercy. Now in the past...I might have felt a little sorry for the things I am about to do. But lucky for me I am not that weak minded fool. I won't feel sorry for this Taryn. Not even a little bit. It is a shame....that someone so talented and so beautiful has to go out like this....but it is the cards you have been dealt, and I am the dead mans hand.And I am going to NAIL you with my HATE!"
**The camera changes, just to show the eyes of Bull. They have a reddish tint to them. Not a bloodshot red...but just...a red. His voice is barely above a whisper**
"You asked me...how much of your blood I was willing to spill. Now you know Taryn. So tell me....."
"How much are you willing to give?"
**Bulls eyes stare at the camera, a deep, sadistic laugh slowly rolling out of his frame as the camera fades out, leaving a faded impression of those eyes on the camera**
FLASHBACK
May 12th, 1993. The Great Northwoods of Michigan.
Bull Residence 3:41 P.M.
A young Corey Bull walks in the door of his childhood home. He is tall for your average teenager, almost reaching his 6'10" height. His mother, a woman who has obviously seen the years go by at the bottom of a bottle, sits in a lazy boy, watching her shows.
"How was school honey."
Bull shrugs.
"Same."
"Make sue you get your work done."
"K."
Bull leaves, going down a hallway. A man walks into the front door. He is tall, but not as tall as Bull. His frame and demeanor though, they are of a blood relative. William Bull. He looks at his wife and shakes his balding head in disgust."
"Jesus Christ woman, don't you ever fucking do anything around here?! This place is a mess, you're drunk again, and you sit on your fat ass and watch these stupid shows. Get off your ass and go make me something to eat! One of us has to do the work around here to keep this family fed! The least you can do is feed the man of this house."
Mary looks at her husband, and lets out a sigh as she starts to get out of the chair. William moves across the room and smacks her across the face.
"Don't you fucking disrespect me in my own house woman! You will show me some fucking respect or you will be on your ass!"
Corey comes from the hallway and helps his mother up out of the chair.
"That's right, help that dumb bitch up retard. Neither one of you is worth the time I spend trying to feed and put clothes on your back."
Corey turns, his demeanor starting to match his old mans. His eyes hold an obvious hatred. His mother puts a hand on him.
"It's alright honey, I deserved it. I disrespected him."
"Yeah, listen to your mother you fucking idiot. You think your man enough to take on your old man?! Get real."
Corey turns, moving past his mothers hand like it is nothing more then a twig in the way of the tree. He stands face to face with William, having four inches on his father.
"Anytime you think your ready boy, just take the first swing. It'll be your last."
Corey steps back, looking to turn, but moves suddenly, grabbing the front of Williams shirt with both hands and lifts him up into the air and tosses him down through the glass coffee table. Corey drops down on his old man and starts to hammer right after right into his face.
"You arrogant fuck! You....aren't...shit! Don't...ever...lay....a....finger...on...her....again!!!"
When Corey stops, William isn't moving. His face is a bloody mess and a blood pool starts to form under him. Mary is white as a ghost.
"Oh my god, what have you done Corey? What have you done?!"
Corey stands and his demeanor is the same as a person speaking about a job.
"Something I should have done a long time ago. Call the cops mom."
His mother looks at him and then at William. She shakes her head.
"No, you'll go to jail."
"Then tell them someone robbed the place. I'll grab some of the stuff he owned and make it disappear. Either way, we can't let him just sit here. He'll stink up the place."
His mom looks at him and shakes her head.
"Right...right. How are we going to live now?"
A smirk grosses the young Corey's face as he looks at his fathers body.
"He did have insurance."
**END**
Seen on a shirt
Some people are only alive because it is illegal to kill them. Everyone's got something, some point where a person just doesn't have a right to go on living. Even people who are against the death penalty have a line in the sand, that point beyond which people just don't count as "people" anymore.
Acting on that impulse....is illegal.
That doesn't stop everybody.
I have to be careful now. That impulse....that impulse is alive and well once again inside of me. And I love it. And hate it. Its my thing you see. Can't have one without the other. But shhh, don't go around telling people that. You see, if the secret gets out, if people learn that the man loaded with hate can love too....they might think I have lost my edge.
Wait a minute...that actually might work to my advantage. Maybe I should step out and tell Taryn how I really wish I wasn't going to have to do this to her, how I have always loved her work. Maybe I should tell her I find her attractive and would love to get to know her better, if that was possible.
......
Nah fuck it, that bitch has pissed me off. Time to hurt someone. Why?
Cause I'm Corey MotherF*N Bull.
**The camera fades in to a slow clap, and the large hands of Corey Bull are slowly raising and lowering in a golf clap manner**
"Bravo Taryn. Bravo indeed for that sick burn. Oh wait, I almost gave a shit there for a minute. Wait...wait...nope, its gone. Your right, I thought you were still the CEO of Strike Towers....since your bio says you are the CEO of Strike Towers. Or you were. Weird how that can confuse a person. And you know, thinking about that, if you were the CEO...how did Strike Towers fold then? Oh wait....you were the CEO. Never mind, I answered my own rhetorical question."
**Bull sort of chuckles...then Bull clears his throat, but you never see the mans face. It remains in the shadows...just out of reach**
"You did....exactly...what everyone else does Taryn. And here I thought you were different. Something special. And still....like all the other sheep....you followed the leader and towed the line. You only heard what you wanted to hear and assumed the rest. While, when you assume, you usually make and ass out of u and me, the only ass you made here....was you. So yeah, I thought you were still CEO. And that didn't make an ass of me you see, it makes an ass out of the people who are suppose to keep the bios around this place up to speed. And as you might have noticed....I don't really play that twitter game too well. Oh, and yeah...you being a CEO of WhoTheFuckCares doesn't really effect our match."
**Bull cracks his knuckles.**
"Mentioning my size. You went there. Your right, I am bigger, probably stronger. But....that isn't even the half of it. My mind....once again for those of you who missed it the first time....is the real weapon. That is the thing you have misjudged about me. And it is going to be your downfall Taryn. Believing me to be stupid...that is the right path for a painful ass whooping. I would believe you to be stupid...but I know better. I have seen the way you operate. Your not stupid Taryn...not at all. You are sloppy."
**Bulls hand raises up**
"And please, for the love of all that is holy...don't call me...a fucking king. That is a pitiful and useless title and is meant to be used by those who lack any real life or understanding of self worth. Ask Gavin. King. Fuck, I'm no king. I don't want to be king. Kings are there as a figure piece or a puppet. I want to rule....but not as a king. Kings don't rule. Kings are overthrown. Those just below a god, but well above a king...those are the monsters that rule. And I am going to be one of those. And one might think that is my own downfall. "Everyone wants to be king!" they cry to no one in particular. "Everyone wants to be that guy." I don't want to be "that guy". Because everyone....wants to be...that...guy. That is why I don't want to be that guy. Because I am a wolf in sheep's clothing. And I laugh at you fuckers...the ones that want to be that guy. You can say what you wish, laugh cause I am different. I'm laughing...cause you are all the same to me. Just a body bag of blood to be busted!"
**Bulls hand squeeze tightly enough to make his knuckles white. He relaxes and continues**
"Bit off track, but I think you get the point Taryn. Assumption....is the mother of all fuck ups. Don't ever assume I am what you believe I am...for I am more then any one person can truly imagine. And while some might call that ego...I call it pride. And sin or not, I am proud of what I am....who I am....and the people I had to destroy to get here! But the world needs an enema....just like NGW. And it is why the AoD formed. Not because I am some leader...I'm not. We are all the leaders....leaders of a new revolution. The men, women, and children of today worship new gods....only their god is in the form of an iPhone or a tablet. And I am here to open their eyes. And to do that....sacrifices must be made. Well....I am tired of making my sacrifices...it is time I sacrificed some people! It is time to make those that stand before me in that ring suffer! It is time to make an example of those that stand across from me....of those that stand against the Angelz of Destruction! I need to set an example for that little bitch that sits at the top. And I have to show Ashleigh Grimes that this isn't the masked fool that guarded her ass for those months...the one that allowed Gavin to treat her like a second rate citizen. This is a whole new monster...and it has its sights set at all that sit at the top. Gavin...Ashleigh...Avery Miles. All of them. My hate knows no restrictions."
"But you Taryn, are the issue I am focused on. Because you will be the example. You are going to be my brand new calling card...the mark I leave on everyone's mind will not be forgotten any time soon. Just like the mark I am going to leave on the mat with your blood Taryn. And you want to know Taryn....you want to know how much blood of yours I am willing to spill?!?!?"
"EVERY LAST FUCKING DROP!"
**Bull stands, hid deep voice echoing off the walls...the sound of his breathing reminding people exactly of his namesake...a bull. When the camera pans up, we are presented his back as he stares off into the nothingness. And then...laughter...sick, twisted, maniacal laughter.**
"Oh god...what a fucking rush. I can feel the hate just flowing through my body like so long ago. It courses through my veins...like an army of ants marching forth to the furnace that is my heart...to fuel its fire and force it to burn ever hotter. It is...it is something that is like nothing else. People have always asked me "Bull, why do you hate so much?" And my answer is simple: Why not? Everyone hates...it makes the world go around more then peace and love. Its true. Look at the reality and you will see it. Person A loves their job, but hates the person ahead of them. Person B loves going to the show, but hates the cost and the lines. Person C loves this song, but hates the rest of the album. It is a never ending thing. Love just this little bit, hate the rest. And you can feel it Taryn, can't you? Walk down the street once. People will smile, and laugh, and be so happy to see one of their favorite stars. But feel deeply. You will feel the hate, it lies just below the surface. Now imagine a monster that feels that ALL the time. Imagine a monster that FEEDS off of it. The limits I have are limitless....the strategies I can use...know no bounds."
**Bull stretches and flexes...slowly letting his breathing and body come to a calmer state**
"This is a pretty cut and dry situation for me Taryn. People think I am a joke, that I am washed up. I lost to Dickless Bentley for crying out loud. And it was because I failed to see the mistake before it consumed me. But now...now I will walk to the ring...and I will throw everything I have at you. I have to. No more niceties for anyone. No more assuming I am just better. I HAVE to be better. And the only way to do that is to attack someone on all levels...all fronts....with zero tolerance for mercy. Now in the past...I might have felt a little sorry for the things I am about to do. But lucky for me I am not that weak minded fool. I won't feel sorry for this Taryn. Not even a little bit. It is a shame....that someone so talented and so beautiful has to go out like this....but it is the cards you have been dealt, and I am the dead mans hand.And I am going to NAIL you with my HATE!"
**The camera changes, just to show the eyes of Bull. They have a reddish tint to them. Not a bloodshot red...but just...a red. His voice is barely above a whisper**
"You asked me...how much of your blood I was willing to spill. Now you know Taryn. So tell me....."
"How much are you willing to give?"
**Bulls eyes stare at the camera, a deep, sadistic laugh slowly rolling out of his frame as the camera fades out, leaving a faded impression of those eyes on the camera**
FLASHBACK
May 12th, 1993. The Great Northwoods of Michigan.
Bull Residence 3:41 P.M.
A young Corey Bull walks in the door of his childhood home. He is tall for your average teenager, almost reaching his 6'10" height. His mother, a woman who has obviously seen the years go by at the bottom of a bottle, sits in a lazy boy, watching her shows.
"How was school honey."
Bull shrugs.
"Same."
"Make sue you get your work done."
"K."
Bull leaves, going down a hallway. A man walks into the front door. He is tall, but not as tall as Bull. His frame and demeanor though, they are of a blood relative. William Bull. He looks at his wife and shakes his balding head in disgust."
"Jesus Christ woman, don't you ever fucking do anything around here?! This place is a mess, you're drunk again, and you sit on your fat ass and watch these stupid shows. Get off your ass and go make me something to eat! One of us has to do the work around here to keep this family fed! The least you can do is feed the man of this house."
Mary looks at her husband, and lets out a sigh as she starts to get out of the chair. William moves across the room and smacks her across the face.
"Don't you fucking disrespect me in my own house woman! You will show me some fucking respect or you will be on your ass!"
Corey comes from the hallway and helps his mother up out of the chair.
"That's right, help that dumb bitch up retard. Neither one of you is worth the time I spend trying to feed and put clothes on your back."
Corey turns, his demeanor starting to match his old mans. His eyes hold an obvious hatred. His mother puts a hand on him.
"It's alright honey, I deserved it. I disrespected him."
"Yeah, listen to your mother you fucking idiot. You think your man enough to take on your old man?! Get real."
Corey turns, moving past his mothers hand like it is nothing more then a twig in the way of the tree. He stands face to face with William, having four inches on his father.
"Anytime you think your ready boy, just take the first swing. It'll be your last."
Corey steps back, looking to turn, but moves suddenly, grabbing the front of Williams shirt with both hands and lifts him up into the air and tosses him down through the glass coffee table. Corey drops down on his old man and starts to hammer right after right into his face.
"You arrogant fuck! You....aren't...shit! Don't...ever...lay....a....finger...on...her....again!!!"
When Corey stops, William isn't moving. His face is a bloody mess and a blood pool starts to form under him. Mary is white as a ghost.
"Oh my god, what have you done Corey? What have you done?!"
Corey stands and his demeanor is the same as a person speaking about a job.
"Something I should have done a long time ago. Call the cops mom."
His mother looks at him and then at William. She shakes her head.
"No, you'll go to jail."
"Then tell them someone robbed the place. I'll grab some of the stuff he owned and make it disappear. Either way, we can't let him just sit here. He'll stink up the place."
His mom looks at him and shakes her head.
"Right...right. How are we going to live now?"
A smirk grosses the young Corey's face as he looks at his fathers body.
"He did have insurance."
**END**