D.E.A.T.H. to your illusions.
Jan 28, 2018 8:21:00 GMT
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Post by Corey Bull on Jan 28, 2018 8:21:00 GMT
"Nothing is more sad than the death of an illusion"
— Arthur Koestler
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— Arthur Koestler
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The trees looked like guardians of the forlorn as the headlight of a motorcycle lights up the long road, if that is what you could call this. The headlights of a car light up the night and the cycle stops, with a long legged female getting off. Raven Darkhawk slides the helmet off of her face and hangs it on the bike. She walks to meet the large frame that has entered the lights, her brother Corey Bull. They embrace and then settle in against the car, a 1970 hemicuda.
"And how did it go with Uncle Vlad?"
"Two more bodies dumped in the Moskva. They should rise after a few weeks, since I tied them just enough to hold them, but not enough for the water not to loosen the knots."
"Think they'll float all the way to Kolomna?"
"If they do, they'll hit the Oka and keep on going till someone notices them."
Bull chuckles.
"It's Russia, does anyone really notice the bodies?"
Raven smiles.
"Nope. And if they did, they would know a lot of your secrets and mine."
Bull nods, and both take a moment to reflect before Bull looks at her.
"The information?"
"We got Kid DeKay..."
"Store for later use."
"Vandalia?"
"Hmmmm....see that the information, a copy, gets to Karlie Nash. Don't let her know how it got there or from who. In fact, get duplicates of the Kid Dekay info and slip it to Farcry. He is a worthy competitor."
"Done. And right here...this is all Cassidy Kaine."
Bull takes the manila envelope and starts to pull out information.
"He was in the bum fights...for six months.....worked his way up out of there because of...is this right?"
"Yes. Seems that Pryde needed someone he could manipulate. At least, that is what my confident told me."
"And how much did you pay them?"
"They are still breathing. That is more then enough payment for them."
Bull nods.
"Seems he has a gambling problem....either that or the man has zero clue how to handle money."
"I think it's a little of both. Two of his former competition in the bum fights are far from bums. One is a legal advisor for Pryde and company, though I doubt they realize he was once a competitor...the other is a financial master. Both have sworn to information you see before you."
Bull nods.
"Steve has found a lot of financial information with gaps, but gaps formed from someone playing with the information as opposed to it just missing. Pieces of the puzzle Raven....pieces of the puzzle."
Raven reaches into her black saddle bag on the cycle and pulls out another envelope.
"My side project. Abagail and I worked hard on this one. She really does know how to charm the pants off of anyone."
Bull's mask grins a malicious smile. He takes the envelope from her and pulls out papers slowly again.
"So....are we reading this right?"
"You are. It appears that Pryde may be broke. As in zero money. There are a lot of people who donated money to get NBW going like it is. ScyFy was not brought in by Pryde, if you believe that information there. It was..."
"Lucious Starr."
"Ten points for Hell's Bastard Son. Seems Starr has been sticking money into this business for awhile. Finally wanted a piece of the public pie and made it look like Pryde hired him. If you ask me....it feels more like Pryde the puppet and Starr is the puppeteer."
Bull drops the envelope and papers on the hood of the hemicuda.
"If this is even half right Raven....we could own that company in a heartbeat."
Raven nods.
"Yes...but I have a better idea."
Bull turns, leans on the hood and crosses his arms, an inquisitive look on the mask.
"Force him to open up the divisions to the women. It'll put everyone on an even keel like you want. Who cares if Bonnie wins or loses her match. This...."
Raven points to a paper with some sort of a seal on it.
"...is more then enough leverage. After Pryde sees this....he is going to have to find a way to stop you from putting it out there. Remind him your sister is a trained assassin and that if anything happens...yadayada....you know the drill. Just like when we helped Uncle Vlad....keep them guessing as to what we are capable of...bluff the rest...go in guns armed and ready for a fight. Force him to do as you wish. Get one piece of the overall puzzle in it's place and then we can move on to the other idiots."
Bull nods.
"It feels like we are going to have a talk with Pryde this week. Or maybe....Starr.
Raven places her hand on her chin as if thinking.
"Why not both? Getting Star on your side with this whole idea would pretty much put Pryde in a zero win situation."
"Because Pryde is the misogynist and a weasel. He is weak willed, no matter what front he puts up to show he isn't. The man has no balls. We present him with this....and he will do as we wish. If not..."
"We hang him on a meat hook and make him give it to you."
Bull laughs, and it isn't pleasant.
"In due time Raven...in due time. Get what you can on Starr. We want everything. We might need it down the road. At Blood Moon Rising, we are going to have a talk with Pryde. And then...then we are going to bury Knight and Kaine. You might have to dispose of two more bodies."
"So be it. Won't be the first time, nor the last. You take care brother. I am looking forward to messing with these people. Don't need you going overboard again and killing someone in upper management. They are harder to hide. People notice when they go missing."
Bull and Raven hugs and then they both climb on or in their respective vehicles and leave.
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**Sitting on the hood of his 1970 hemicuda is Corey Bull. His legs are crossed "indian style" and he rests his forearms on his thighs**
"We are actually a little sad going into Blood Moon Rising. Not sad because we have to destroy to individual human meat sacks. Not even sad that we won't get a more violent match....though we will make it that way."
"No....we are sad that this Blood Moon Rising will be the death of an illusion. And not just one....but several."
**Bull slides off the hood and stands**
"For Pryde....it will be the death of his illusion that women are a weaker species. It isn't a hidden fact...but Bonnie Blue can hang with the best of them. To watch her strip away that vision from the eyes of Pryde...will make us smile. Because Bonnie deserves to fight men, just like every other women in this federation deserves that choice. If they don't want to...then limit them to the women's division. But for the others....all avenues are open."
"But the illusion that we are looking forward to watching die...is the illusion that we are going to kill. The illusions of Cassidy Kaine and Sebastian Knight."
**Bull's eyes start to shift...becoming more demonic in nature as the mask takes on a sharper, more sinister look and feel**
"Ego. That is what will kill you both. Your ego's have made checks that neither one of your asses can cash. And we are the debt collector come to get our due. The NBW Heavyweight Championship. And your lives if needed."
**Bull cracks his neck**
"You Cassidy...you are a worthless piece of trash. You are the very vision of someone who does not deserve the praise and rewards they have received. You are a useless champion. That you could even consider you are on a higher level then us or anyone else in this federation...is a disgusting slap in the face. You....a so called man that fought in the bum division. Someone who is nothing more then a puppet. When Pryde moves his fingers, your mouth opens up and shit comes flying out. If Pryde ever comes to a sudden stop...your head will fly so far up his ass, you'll be able to taste his snot. You are nothing! Not even worth being announce as a competitor in this division. You need to go back down the road and talk to The Human Vomit for a match. You might shine then....if a turd could shine."
"And Knight....your ego gets any bigger and you won't be able to fit into this match. It is amazing how you have crowned yourself king of NBW. If that was the case....then you are a king with no crown....a king with no idea of the subjects in his realm....a king not worth speaking of. You are a spoiled brat who believes his own hype and arrogance is the center of the world. You have grand illusions of total control but lack the personal control to rein in your own mouth. You see only that which you want to see without taking into account the true kings and queens that surround you. And it is this very ego and arrogance that makes you truly overlook those that will destroy you without so much as a shit to give."
"We are that destruction."
**The camera takes in Bulls mask, his eyes pillars of fire, his mask a grim reminder of the wanton destruction that lives within this monster**
"Blood Moon Rising is the end of your illusions. Not the beginning of the end....just THEE END! We are not going to simply push you guys to the limit....we are going to run on the razors edge and watch you two bleed and die. And your grand illusions....they will not go peacefully into the night....but instead will scream and shout as we rip them from your minds existence and stomp them out like a fire. Your pleads for mercy...your screams of pain....they will be music to our ears and fuel the symphony of your own destructions. The ring is our canvas...your bodies our pallet...and with them we shall create a masterpiece that will send the NBW faithful into a frenzy. We have no respect for either of you....therefore no need to hold back....no need to heed the warnings of anyone! They send us the bodies....and we fill the bags!"
**Bulls voice become a sinister whisper**
"And when the screams die down and the blood starts to dry on the mat.....you both shall watch as a monster stands on the mountain and holds the title high. Prepare to be NAILED.....BY.....HATE! For we are D.E.A.T.H....and we are coming for you!"
**Bull turns to the car, stops, then looks back**
"We lied....we are not as sad as we first thought. These illusions NEED to die. Painfully."
**Bull stands back, the camera angle changing to see him enter the midnight black with skull flames hemicuda and bring the massive engine to life and drive away, the camera slowly fading to black on that car and the monster within.**