Post by Corey Bull on Oct 20, 2018 21:33:11 GMT
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July 19th, 64 AD
The Circus, one of the regions of Rome
Four individuals move under the cover of night in the area known as the Circus, less lions and tigers oh my, but mostly shops. As the four approach a lit torch, the faces become clear. Two are unknown, but the others are Corey Bull and Abigail Voorhees. Bull looks to the other two and nods and they disappear into the darkness, unlit torches in their hands. Bull stands with Abigail on the outer edge of the light.
“Is this really necessary?”
Bull turns to Abby’s voice, the sound of concern in it.
“Yes. We need the so called Christians to be taken care of. And we can’t fight everyone on our own. If we are to put a stop to the poison of the God-Machine, we need to start where the infection is most dangerous. These Christians it has recruited to spread it’s message. They are a walking plague. They are fanatics Abigail. Fanatics are dangerous.”
“But you intend to light Rome on fire.”
Bull shrugs.
“Nero is in Antium at the moment. With him out of the city and a few choice words from us to Tacitus and they will catch the blame.”
“But I still don’t understand. If you intend to alert Nero as to it being the Christians starting the fire, then why are you going to start that rumor?”
Bulls nasty grin can be seen in the firelight.
“Because Rome has to have it’s rumors. Nero will walk out and proclaim he has proof it was the Christians, though no proof will exist. The same way that the rumors of him playing a lyre and watching Rome burn will have no proof. But they will exist. Eventually, someone will follow through on those rumors as Nero will follow through on his “facts” and that will be the end of Nero’s reign.We kill two birds with one stone.."
Bull turns and places his hands on Abby’s shoulders.
“All we need to do is find a scapegoat, someone with enough power to orchestrate a rebellion. We think some of the outer leaders who are far from Romes personal influence will serve this positon. And that is where you come in dear. You need to take Otto and Victus with you after they have accomplished their mission. We need to be here to be seen with the Praetorian Guard.”
Bulls head whips around, a shrill whistle breaking the night silence, accept the crackle of the flames from the torch. In the distance, a light obviously not from a torch fire lights up the night, and a second not much farther does as well. Bull nods and turns to Abby.
“Otto and Victus will meet you in the Palatine Hills. Now go and ride with them to the providence of Galla Lugdunensis. We will meet you there within the next year. And do not worry about us. Should things look to be going against us, we will simply slit Neros throat and proclaim ourselves emperor. No one in the Senate would be fool enough to go against us”
“Then why not just do that now? I would look pretty good as a empress.”
Bull laughs.
“Yes you would. But we do not want that kind of responsibility unless we need it. Remember, we have to do everything to stop the God-Machine. And being the emperor, while having immense amounts of power and military to wield, would still be in the way. No...we need to remain behind the scenes and gently pushing the individuals in power in our direction. Or in this case, using blunt force”
Abagail enfolds Bull in a hug, as much of one as she is capable of with him. Bull lifts her off the ground and kisses her.
“Don’t worry Abby. Even if something goes wrong, we have a back up plan. We always do.”
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**The darkness of the screen is enlightened by a soft glow, but still dark. Within this soft glow of night, as you now can guess that it is night, you can hear the light rustle of tree leaves as they reside in their fall colors.The crunching of leaves under boot is heard and a large shape can be seen, its outline that of a beast with two legs. A glimmer of gold is seen in the faint moonlight that seeps through the trees. Objects start to take form in the background, as some of the gloom starts to give way to the moonlight. It takes only seconds to realize they are gravestones. And it takes the same amount of time to realize that the beast with two legs is none other than The Hatebringer. The NBW Championship hangs over his shoulder. His eyes are cold, the color replaced by darkness. His breath his casual, small puffs of steam rolling out of his mouth. His face though, is a mask of hatred…dominance…..destruction. Bulls deep voice rumbles into the ears of everyone watching**
“New Blood Professional Wrestling. No...no that isn’t what this is. This is New Blood Wrestling! That p in the name means nothing...it is a blight on what this company was suppose to be. Just like it’s former owner. And look what we did to him. We removed the disease. We were a scalpel in a knife fight...and with surgical precision and abandoned violence, we extracted the disease from the body of NBW. And it fell….as it was supposed to do. And from its ashes comes this….this imitation. And we call it that because of the circus that is the management here. Truth be told….NBW was great except for management. Management was a joke….just a bunch of jackasses and hanger ons. The Commish was cool...but one person does not a federation make. No, this place was in the bowels of mediocrity...a joke. Till the Harbingers came and made it something to look at and enjoy. Till the Harbingers made it a place you wanted to be. Till Corey Bull captured the Heavyweight title. When NBW was at its greatest….we destroyed it. Because it had to be done.”
**Bull steps out of the gloom into the light of the moon fully, revealing to the world his monstrous glory.**
“And now...like a phoenix...the federation rises as something new. But the truth is...management is still the same. It might not be the same people calling the shots...but they all want the same thing. They want to put a leash on the Hatebringer. And when they realized that we could not be leashed...they tried to destroy us. And that was their folly...to believe they could destroy something that was more than they ever could be. And how is that going for them now? Oh thats right...we are still here. We are still a force to be reckoned with. We are still the champion. And we shall remain the champion. Because there is not a single person in this place that can stop us. Management can throw whatever and whoever they want at us. It will not...nor will it ever...matter. We are a being of unspeakable power and unknown depths of depravity and destruction. The very limits to how far we will go to remain the champion is unknown even to us. We just know...that there is no real end..though even that remains a mystery as to what we consider an end.”
**Bull cracks his neck and readjusts the strap hanging over his shoulder**
“Derrick Wellington is going to be a victim. A victim of circumstance...a victim of false hope...a victim of unprepared violence. He may believe that he has this match won...he may think he is walking out the champion...but he is not going to be able to even walk out of the ring! We dont care who will be around the ring...what type of match it is...what obstacles are thrown in our way. We...will...walk out victorious. And Derrick...it has nothing to do with your talent...what you have done in the past...or what you will accomplish in the future. It has everything to do with…..us.”
**Bulls eyes become cauldrons of hate as he continues**
“We are a monster...we are proof that the darkness that exists in man can manifest itself into a force to be reckoned with. We are the thing that goes bump in the night….the beast that lives within the hearts and minds of everyone. No matter how much you train….how much you prepare...there is not a great outlook for you in any of this. Even our worst case scenario makes you look like human hamburger in it. Your not ready for us Derrick. Your not ready for what we have in store. This might just be another mission to you...but to us...this is our way of life and we live it twenty four seven, three sixty five. We eat the impossible and sleep on a bed of violence. Hate is our fuel and this place is like a fucking gas station. And in that ring...you are going to come under attack from a force that you did not even realize existed. The talk...the hype...it does not do justice to the true spectacle of being a first hand witness to the Hatebringer. But don’t worry Derrick….you will get that chance. Oh yes...you will.”
**Bull laughs something hideous as the camera fades to black**
The Circus, one of the regions of Rome
Four individuals move under the cover of night in the area known as the Circus, less lions and tigers oh my, but mostly shops. As the four approach a lit torch, the faces become clear. Two are unknown, but the others are Corey Bull and Abigail Voorhees. Bull looks to the other two and nods and they disappear into the darkness, unlit torches in their hands. Bull stands with Abigail on the outer edge of the light.
“Is this really necessary?”
Bull turns to Abby’s voice, the sound of concern in it.
“Yes. We need the so called Christians to be taken care of. And we can’t fight everyone on our own. If we are to put a stop to the poison of the God-Machine, we need to start where the infection is most dangerous. These Christians it has recruited to spread it’s message. They are a walking plague. They are fanatics Abigail. Fanatics are dangerous.”
“But you intend to light Rome on fire.”
Bull shrugs.
“Nero is in Antium at the moment. With him out of the city and a few choice words from us to Tacitus and they will catch the blame.”
“But I still don’t understand. If you intend to alert Nero as to it being the Christians starting the fire, then why are you going to start that rumor?”
Bulls nasty grin can be seen in the firelight.
“Because Rome has to have it’s rumors. Nero will walk out and proclaim he has proof it was the Christians, though no proof will exist. The same way that the rumors of him playing a lyre and watching Rome burn will have no proof. But they will exist. Eventually, someone will follow through on those rumors as Nero will follow through on his “facts” and that will be the end of Nero’s reign.We kill two birds with one stone.."
Bull turns and places his hands on Abby’s shoulders.
“All we need to do is find a scapegoat, someone with enough power to orchestrate a rebellion. We think some of the outer leaders who are far from Romes personal influence will serve this positon. And that is where you come in dear. You need to take Otto and Victus with you after they have accomplished their mission. We need to be here to be seen with the Praetorian Guard.”
Bulls head whips around, a shrill whistle breaking the night silence, accept the crackle of the flames from the torch. In the distance, a light obviously not from a torch fire lights up the night, and a second not much farther does as well. Bull nods and turns to Abby.
“Otto and Victus will meet you in the Palatine Hills. Now go and ride with them to the providence of Galla Lugdunensis. We will meet you there within the next year. And do not worry about us. Should things look to be going against us, we will simply slit Neros throat and proclaim ourselves emperor. No one in the Senate would be fool enough to go against us”
“Then why not just do that now? I would look pretty good as a empress.”
Bull laughs.
“Yes you would. But we do not want that kind of responsibility unless we need it. Remember, we have to do everything to stop the God-Machine. And being the emperor, while having immense amounts of power and military to wield, would still be in the way. No...we need to remain behind the scenes and gently pushing the individuals in power in our direction. Or in this case, using blunt force”
Abagail enfolds Bull in a hug, as much of one as she is capable of with him. Bull lifts her off the ground and kisses her.
“Don’t worry Abby. Even if something goes wrong, we have a back up plan. We always do.”
ON CAMERA
**The darkness of the screen is enlightened by a soft glow, but still dark. Within this soft glow of night, as you now can guess that it is night, you can hear the light rustle of tree leaves as they reside in their fall colors.The crunching of leaves under boot is heard and a large shape can be seen, its outline that of a beast with two legs. A glimmer of gold is seen in the faint moonlight that seeps through the trees. Objects start to take form in the background, as some of the gloom starts to give way to the moonlight. It takes only seconds to realize they are gravestones. And it takes the same amount of time to realize that the beast with two legs is none other than The Hatebringer. The NBW Championship hangs over his shoulder. His eyes are cold, the color replaced by darkness. His breath his casual, small puffs of steam rolling out of his mouth. His face though, is a mask of hatred…dominance…..destruction. Bulls deep voice rumbles into the ears of everyone watching**
“New Blood Professional Wrestling. No...no that isn’t what this is. This is New Blood Wrestling! That p in the name means nothing...it is a blight on what this company was suppose to be. Just like it’s former owner. And look what we did to him. We removed the disease. We were a scalpel in a knife fight...and with surgical precision and abandoned violence, we extracted the disease from the body of NBW. And it fell….as it was supposed to do. And from its ashes comes this….this imitation. And we call it that because of the circus that is the management here. Truth be told….NBW was great except for management. Management was a joke….just a bunch of jackasses and hanger ons. The Commish was cool...but one person does not a federation make. No, this place was in the bowels of mediocrity...a joke. Till the Harbingers came and made it something to look at and enjoy. Till the Harbingers made it a place you wanted to be. Till Corey Bull captured the Heavyweight title. When NBW was at its greatest….we destroyed it. Because it had to be done.”
**Bull steps out of the gloom into the light of the moon fully, revealing to the world his monstrous glory.**
“And now...like a phoenix...the federation rises as something new. But the truth is...management is still the same. It might not be the same people calling the shots...but they all want the same thing. They want to put a leash on the Hatebringer. And when they realized that we could not be leashed...they tried to destroy us. And that was their folly...to believe they could destroy something that was more than they ever could be. And how is that going for them now? Oh thats right...we are still here. We are still a force to be reckoned with. We are still the champion. And we shall remain the champion. Because there is not a single person in this place that can stop us. Management can throw whatever and whoever they want at us. It will not...nor will it ever...matter. We are a being of unspeakable power and unknown depths of depravity and destruction. The very limits to how far we will go to remain the champion is unknown even to us. We just know...that there is no real end..though even that remains a mystery as to what we consider an end.”
**Bull cracks his neck and readjusts the strap hanging over his shoulder**
“Derrick Wellington is going to be a victim. A victim of circumstance...a victim of false hope...a victim of unprepared violence. He may believe that he has this match won...he may think he is walking out the champion...but he is not going to be able to even walk out of the ring! We dont care who will be around the ring...what type of match it is...what obstacles are thrown in our way. We...will...walk out victorious. And Derrick...it has nothing to do with your talent...what you have done in the past...or what you will accomplish in the future. It has everything to do with…..us.”
**Bulls eyes become cauldrons of hate as he continues**
“We are a monster...we are proof that the darkness that exists in man can manifest itself into a force to be reckoned with. We are the thing that goes bump in the night….the beast that lives within the hearts and minds of everyone. No matter how much you train….how much you prepare...there is not a great outlook for you in any of this. Even our worst case scenario makes you look like human hamburger in it. Your not ready for us Derrick. Your not ready for what we have in store. This might just be another mission to you...but to us...this is our way of life and we live it twenty four seven, three sixty five. We eat the impossible and sleep on a bed of violence. Hate is our fuel and this place is like a fucking gas station. And in that ring...you are going to come under attack from a force that you did not even realize existed. The talk...the hype...it does not do justice to the true spectacle of being a first hand witness to the Hatebringer. But don’t worry Derrick….you will get that chance. Oh yes...you will.”
**Bull laughs something hideous as the camera fades to black**