Post by Corey Bull on Feb 4, 2018 17:14:51 GMT
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The twisting swirl of nothingness as you descend down the rabbit hole that is Corey Bull's mind. The fallen angel has a mind like an asylum with all your favorite psychos and masochist. Currently, the many personalities of Bull are having "meeting" if that is what you want to call it. Bull sits in on his favorite stack of porn mags as Verez rubs his shoulders. Amazingly, Bully's imagination is quite extensive, what with 3000 plus years to perfect. So you are definitely seeing a side of Verez that would make the rest of the guys pay attention. B and Pittbull have out a map of what looks like an arena, and the brothers Lifetaker and Hatebringer have joined them. Vengeance, the large black dragon, is looking over the entire table. Bully has some papers spread out before him, with Sirius and Dark Hero standing next to him.
Bully: Look at this. Pryde is a fucking crook!
Sirius: It seems to me that the man has his fingers in more pies then Little Jack Horner.
Dark Hero: But how do we use this to our advantage.
Bully looks up.
Bully: I still say we stuff that paper in his face and name our terms.
The others all looks up from the map to Bully.
Lifetaker: No. That would be unwise at this juncture. I believe in the fact that this is an ace we should hold up our sleeve until such time as we can....how do you put it brother?
Hatebringer: Rip off his head and skull fuck him into submission!
Lifetaker: Yes, what he said.
The deep rumble of Vengeance as he takes in a breath to speak is like two mountains colliding.
Vengeance: Both points are valid, but mute at this moment. The time to use that card has passed....for now. I believe we have one of the others, Abagail or Steve, dig further upon this piece of information. There might be more we can add to this to really put the thorns to his head.
Pittbull: Did you just do the Jesus line on him?
Vengeance chuckles, like boulders falling down a mountain as he nods his head.
Pittbull: Thats cold man. You know Jesus was just a smuck that the God-machine sent down and puppeteer to the masses. And you gotta go and do Pryde like that.
B: Well, strategically, he don't know it is being said. Unless he is in our head....
Bully: If he was in our head, that fucker would be having a better time then he is in the real world. No, he is a piece of shit and we need to put him down.
Dark Hero: He does believe us to be his champion.
Bully: Which is just another word for errand boy, little bitch, and any other fucking demeaning phrase I can come up with for puppet. No....we are no ones puppet!
Sirius: Then the other line of interest.....?
Bully: Is a go. We will call them tonight and let them know where we stand.
Pittbull: And the Insurgency?
Bully waves his hand.
Bully: Let them believe what they want. Let them all believe what they want. In the end, only five letters matter.
Vengeance: D.E.A.T.H.
As Legion once did, they all speak as one.
Unioson: Destroy Everything And Take Honor.
The void is erased from your vision, replaced with a single light bulb.
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**Under a single light bulb, on a wooden stool of oak, sits the NBW Heavyweight Championship. Standing beside it is Corey Bull. His arms are crossed and he looks at the belt before turning his vision on the camera**
"Do you see anything different about the title? The fact that it has a shine it never had before Cassidy. That is the sort of thing that happens when a true champion wears it. Someday you might know that feeling, but we doubt it. You wouldn't understand being a true anything other then a true jackass and a true waste of flesh."
"But thats the past. You are the past. And us and people like us are the future. Because we move the company forward to a better tomorrow. You hold it back in the sewers, where the shit like you belongs. Because no matter how much you shine a turd, its still a turd."
**Bull lifts the title and puts it over his shoulder as he sits down.**
"Monday will be a main event worth watching here. Not Crappidy and DeKock versus the Snake Shit. But real, true athletes. True talents. Real fighters. People and monsters who are going to bring NBW to the next level...a level it couldn't hope to achieve without individuals like us."
"Bonnie Blue is a known opponent. She is skilled....cunning...and devious. She has a mind like a steel trap....and she isn't afraid to throw down with anyone. That is what will make this especially fun for us. Because we owe you Bonnie....we owe you for that fucking towel trick. It might have been a well placed ploy....but it embarrassed us. We should have seen something like that coming from you....and we did not. So you can bet your sweet ass that a receipt is coming for you on Bloody Monday."
"As for your partner....well L, we have always wanted to see what you were made of...in more ways then one. So it should be no surprise that we look forward to this encounter with you. We want to test the mighty one from another place. We want to see if you are truly all that you appear to be. We have watched your matches and you are impressive....of that we have no doubt."
**Bulls mask gets sharper, darker, more sinister**
"At Bloody Monday....we are not going to go gently into that sweet goodnight. We are not going to stand by. WE are going to fight you with everything that we have. We are going to bring to you a battle like you have never seen. Shadowlove is coming to prove to the entire federation just who he is. We already have shown who we are and more. We don't care really if women fight men....we support that actually. Puts everyone on an even playing field. But....men...women....unisex....doesn't matter to us. We fight to win every time. And this time will be no different."
"And Shadowlove....we understand that you might want to make some sort of a statement how you should be considered for the title. While that is all fine and well.....we want to remind you that it only takes ONE Downward Spiral to end your night. Remember that when you are getting your hand raised next to us."
**Bull walks out of the light....the chair sitting there...as the camera fades to black**
The twisting swirl of nothingness as you descend down the rabbit hole that is Corey Bull's mind. The fallen angel has a mind like an asylum with all your favorite psychos and masochist. Currently, the many personalities of Bull are having "meeting" if that is what you want to call it. Bull sits in on his favorite stack of porn mags as Verez rubs his shoulders. Amazingly, Bully's imagination is quite extensive, what with 3000 plus years to perfect. So you are definitely seeing a side of Verez that would make the rest of the guys pay attention. B and Pittbull have out a map of what looks like an arena, and the brothers Lifetaker and Hatebringer have joined them. Vengeance, the large black dragon, is looking over the entire table. Bully has some papers spread out before him, with Sirius and Dark Hero standing next to him.
Bully: Look at this. Pryde is a fucking crook!
Sirius: It seems to me that the man has his fingers in more pies then Little Jack Horner.
Dark Hero: But how do we use this to our advantage.
Bully looks up.
Bully: I still say we stuff that paper in his face and name our terms.
The others all looks up from the map to Bully.
Lifetaker: No. That would be unwise at this juncture. I believe in the fact that this is an ace we should hold up our sleeve until such time as we can....how do you put it brother?
Hatebringer: Rip off his head and skull fuck him into submission!
Lifetaker: Yes, what he said.
The deep rumble of Vengeance as he takes in a breath to speak is like two mountains colliding.
Vengeance: Both points are valid, but mute at this moment. The time to use that card has passed....for now. I believe we have one of the others, Abagail or Steve, dig further upon this piece of information. There might be more we can add to this to really put the thorns to his head.
Pittbull: Did you just do the Jesus line on him?
Vengeance chuckles, like boulders falling down a mountain as he nods his head.
Pittbull: Thats cold man. You know Jesus was just a smuck that the God-machine sent down and puppeteer to the masses. And you gotta go and do Pryde like that.
B: Well, strategically, he don't know it is being said. Unless he is in our head....
Bully: If he was in our head, that fucker would be having a better time then he is in the real world. No, he is a piece of shit and we need to put him down.
Dark Hero: He does believe us to be his champion.
Bully: Which is just another word for errand boy, little bitch, and any other fucking demeaning phrase I can come up with for puppet. No....we are no ones puppet!
Sirius: Then the other line of interest.....?
Bully: Is a go. We will call them tonight and let them know where we stand.
Pittbull: And the Insurgency?
Bully waves his hand.
Bully: Let them believe what they want. Let them all believe what they want. In the end, only five letters matter.
Vengeance: D.E.A.T.H.
As Legion once did, they all speak as one.
Unioson: Destroy Everything And Take Honor.
The void is erased from your vision, replaced with a single light bulb.
ON CAMERA
**Under a single light bulb, on a wooden stool of oak, sits the NBW Heavyweight Championship. Standing beside it is Corey Bull. His arms are crossed and he looks at the belt before turning his vision on the camera**
"Do you see anything different about the title? The fact that it has a shine it never had before Cassidy. That is the sort of thing that happens when a true champion wears it. Someday you might know that feeling, but we doubt it. You wouldn't understand being a true anything other then a true jackass and a true waste of flesh."
"But thats the past. You are the past. And us and people like us are the future. Because we move the company forward to a better tomorrow. You hold it back in the sewers, where the shit like you belongs. Because no matter how much you shine a turd, its still a turd."
**Bull lifts the title and puts it over his shoulder as he sits down.**
"Monday will be a main event worth watching here. Not Crappidy and DeKock versus the Snake Shit. But real, true athletes. True talents. Real fighters. People and monsters who are going to bring NBW to the next level...a level it couldn't hope to achieve without individuals like us."
"Bonnie Blue is a known opponent. She is skilled....cunning...and devious. She has a mind like a steel trap....and she isn't afraid to throw down with anyone. That is what will make this especially fun for us. Because we owe you Bonnie....we owe you for that fucking towel trick. It might have been a well placed ploy....but it embarrassed us. We should have seen something like that coming from you....and we did not. So you can bet your sweet ass that a receipt is coming for you on Bloody Monday."
"As for your partner....well L, we have always wanted to see what you were made of...in more ways then one. So it should be no surprise that we look forward to this encounter with you. We want to test the mighty one from another place. We want to see if you are truly all that you appear to be. We have watched your matches and you are impressive....of that we have no doubt."
**Bulls mask gets sharper, darker, more sinister**
"At Bloody Monday....we are not going to go gently into that sweet goodnight. We are not going to stand by. WE are going to fight you with everything that we have. We are going to bring to you a battle like you have never seen. Shadowlove is coming to prove to the entire federation just who he is. We already have shown who we are and more. We don't care really if women fight men....we support that actually. Puts everyone on an even playing field. But....men...women....unisex....doesn't matter to us. We fight to win every time. And this time will be no different."
"And Shadowlove....we understand that you might want to make some sort of a statement how you should be considered for the title. While that is all fine and well.....we want to remind you that it only takes ONE Downward Spiral to end your night. Remember that when you are getting your hand raised next to us."
**Bull walks out of the light....the chair sitting there...as the camera fades to black**