Post by Corey Bull on Feb 11, 2018 9:09:39 GMT
"The art of war teaches us to rely not on the likelihood of the enemy's not coming, but on our own readiness to receive him; not on the chance of his not attacking, but rather on the fact that we have made our position unassailable."
- Sun Tzu
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The tomb. We have seen it before. Broken and beaten, this place has been hear a long time. But some of the area has been clears, making words, numbers, and other things more prominent. But it is in no language that anyone recognizes. At least, not your common man. But if you are a scholar in language, then the Latin stands out. But there is also another language, the language of the Kickapoo Native Americans. One word: Anikwa. The word for squirrel, but it is written in such a way as to suggest a name of a person and not the animal. Around it, in Latin is "Ut amissi amore". To my lost love. The crunching of snow reveals the almost seven foot Hatebringer walking to the tomb. He looks over everything, a shovel over his shoulder. With a nod of his head, he sets the shovel down and stares up at the bull statue, its three sets of horns and predatory eyes staring back at the monster that bears its name.
Bull walks to a stone statue of what appears to be a woman and rotates the head backwards and the sound of grating stone on stone is heard and the sound like a giant sigh as air escapes the tomb and a large slab of granite slides open, revealing stairs leading down. Bull walks in without hesitation and the stone slab slides itself back into place.
Down the stone stairs Bull climbs, the stairs seemingly carved out of the very earth itself. Bull reaches the bottom and comes to a golden casket. Its shape suggest that a women lies within. But the carving of the woman looks vaguely familiar.In fact, it looks familiar in a few different ways. It sort of looks like Bonnie Blue...but it also looks a little like L Verez. The rest of this room is pretty simple. Torches that seem as if they have burned forever are lit in the four corners of this room. Items from another time sit on pedestals around the room, and all of them seem to be native related.
Bull kneels down and lowers his head. The words that come out are heard in a manner never before heard from the Hatebringer: remorseful and sorrow filled.
"Anikwa.....we miss you. We miss walking along the Menominee with you...watching the sand hill cranes fly overhead to the open pastures...watching the deer gracefully walk along the edges of the river in small groups....watching the sparkle in your eye as you hold your small hand in ours."
For the first time in a very long time, a tear slides down the silver mask.
"We failed you. We allowed the God-machine to get you. We allowed it to do with you as it wished. And it is because we were not strong enough! Do you still live? Have you returned as someone else? Or has the God-machine taken you completely out of our reach? So here we come....week after week....wondering...waiting for some sort of a sign."
There is a wavering in the corner, something like a mist but not substantial. A women appears, a beautiful Native American woman. Her deer skin dress is covered with beautiful arrangements of beeds and feathers. Her size tells everyone how she earned her name, for she is small in stature, but carries something extra in her eyes. Whether she is a ghost or a figment of the imagination...she is a beautiful sight to behold.
"Oh my Abaddon."
Bull looks up sharply and you can tell by his eyes that he doesn't fully understand what it is he is seeing.
"Are we too late?"
The ghostly figure walks forward and kneels at Bulls level.
"I do not know. I am not really a ghost...nor am I really here. This is more of a projection. I do not know if I am aware of what or who I am now....but a part of me does recall you. I felt your pain across the cosmos....across time itself. I may be a part of the past walking forward to put you at ease. Whatever the circumstance....I am here now"
"We saw you get grabbed by the Liquidators. We killed so many that day to get to you...but they just kept coming and coming...."
"I know. That much I can remember...though I am unsure as to how or why."
"What must we do....how do we find you."
"Abaddon....you will find us...of that we have no doubt. But you must remember....we may not be the same woman as we once were. Our love though....it will transcend time itself. But there is something you must do....something you must hear."
Bulls voice is barley a whisper.
"Anything."
"You must forgive yourself."
Bull looks up at her and his eyes are so lost....so different then anything we have ever seen. For the first time....Bull looks like a mortal man.
"How? How can we forgive ourselves of what happened!"
Bull stands and lowers his head, and the woman Anikwa stands to him.
"Did you send the Liquidators? Did you wish me to be captured after we fought so hard to escape? No you didn't. You are not to blame here."
Bull nods his head slowly.
"Your right. We understand it was not our fault. WE guess we have always forgiven ourselves...but could not let go of some things. But we understand now. We understand we did all we could. We failed...but we did not surrender."
"Good, because I have already forgiven you. And your truth...is a gift. Because now I need you complete to take this to the next stage. You need to be full. You need to be the monster I have loved for centuries. You need to be Abaddon. And so...a gift for you. Your completion...for our vengeance!"
The woman touches Bulls chest and he screams in a manner we have never heard Bull scream before. Light shoots out of the eyes of the mask, fire red and brightening the mask. And just like that, it sinks into Bulls face. The woman steps back and Bull faces her, his back all that anyone can see. She smiles, something that makes many hearts skip a beat.
"Now the power of your death mask resides in you. No longer must you feel it alive on your face....for now it is a piece of you, just as your arms, legs, and heart are. Now it is your power. Now it lies within you Abaddon. Find me....alive or dead....as I am or as someone else....and avenge me."
The ghostly woman disappears and Bull takes in a deep breath and a laugh heard before starts to erupt from his mouth. But it has more behind it this time...more power...more intensity and when Bull turns only his eyes are seen....and they are liquid daggers.
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**We open to a darker room, where the light shadows the huge frame of Bull in such a manner that you can not make out his features. He stands with his hands gripping the back of a wooden chair, his head lowered. It seems as if steam or smoke, cause its really that hard to tell, comes vaporizing out and around Bulls head on each side as he exhales**
"If there is one thing that drives us the most.....it is the need to buck authority. Now when the Commish came to us and asked us to 'toughen up' some of the bums, we thought....why the hell not. We needed the exercise and the Commish isn't so much authority as he is one of the guys in the back. He talks to the people....walks with the wrestlers...but assumes nothing about his relationships with them."
**Even from here, you can see that Bulls hands clench and his knuckles are whiter**
"And then you have Pryde. A man who makes our skin crawl every time he opens his mouth. He reminds us of a snake oil salesman....tries to coat his words with honey while he is selling you shit. So let us get this one thing perfectly clear to all of you....WE.....ARE....NO ONE'S.....PUPPET! We wrestle for our own dam pleasure and to watch the fans drool at the carnage. We are no man or woman's tool."
**Bull snaps the back of the chair...then casually tosses it aside and steps into the light. His eyes are the same...dark orbs promising pain. But now you can see the man that has lied under the mask for so many years. A dark, thick beard covers his lower face. He is as frightening without the mask, not because he is ugly, but because you can feel the ferocity coming off of his face now**
"But it appears that the Insurgency hasn't gotten the fucking message. Instead, they had to assume and by doing that....made an ass out of us then an ass out of yourselves. Because it took all of you to stop us. It took all of you to stop us to make your statement....which has fallen on deaf ears. Because we are the champion of the people....not of Pryde...not of The Insurgency. But the fans! We fight for them. We fight for ourselves. We fight for our brothers. And together.....its a harmony of wanton destruction."
"But you made a fatal error. You assumed too much. You have stepped over a line. And we are right there waiting for you. And you can believe it will not swing in your favor."
**Bull smiles and it is a shark toothed grin**
"And no L is going to have to pay the price. L is going to have to step to the plate with her back up in the back holding on to their precious contracts and tucking their tails. Because we know that you will not break the rule that has been set before you...we know you don't have the CONVICTION! You speak a good game...but you wouldn't want to get fired for doing what you believe is the right thing. Only when it is convenient for you."
"And L is going to take the brunt of the punishment. She is going to become a martyr for your cause. And there isn't a dam thing any of you can do about it. L will become the statement.....an omen if you will...of what is to come in this federation. And you can believe....there is something coming. It's in the wind.....can you smell it? The scent of blood fills the air. And the screams...oh the glorious screams. They will fill your ears with so much disturbance that you will not be able to think clearly. The storm.....its on its way. The sounds of hooves in the sky as the coming storm is something.....biblical...something.....epic.....something....LEGENDARY."
**Bull chuckles...something dark in and of itself**
"L....we have seen you in action. We know what you are capable of....of the pain you can take and the sacrifices you are willing to commit to get the win. We have stood in the ring with you and then....then...it took you and another to put us down. So you can expect that your receipt is coming. For the transgressions of UCI....and for doing the stupidest thing possible. Picking the losing side."
"That goes for you too Pryde. You have also chosen the losing side. Funny...how two groups opposed to each other...have still picked the wrong side of history to be on. It's a sign of things to come...that is for sure. There is a cancer here in NBW....a cancer that has to be wiped out. WE have the answer to this cancer....a plague. The kind that picks its targets and eliminates them with cold efficiency. And we will be there...pouring every last ounce of hate out like gasoline and lighting the match....to watch you all BURN! L.....Monday is going to be a long...long night for you. And your friends....the only thing they can really do...is watch and pray. And may whatever it is you believe in have mercy on your soul....because we will not!"
**Bull smiles...something dangerous all on it's own....and then walks away as all fades to black**
- Sun Tzu
OFF CAMERA
The tomb. We have seen it before. Broken and beaten, this place has been hear a long time. But some of the area has been clears, making words, numbers, and other things more prominent. But it is in no language that anyone recognizes. At least, not your common man. But if you are a scholar in language, then the Latin stands out. But there is also another language, the language of the Kickapoo Native Americans. One word: Anikwa. The word for squirrel, but it is written in such a way as to suggest a name of a person and not the animal. Around it, in Latin is "Ut amissi amore". To my lost love. The crunching of snow reveals the almost seven foot Hatebringer walking to the tomb. He looks over everything, a shovel over his shoulder. With a nod of his head, he sets the shovel down and stares up at the bull statue, its three sets of horns and predatory eyes staring back at the monster that bears its name.
Bull walks to a stone statue of what appears to be a woman and rotates the head backwards and the sound of grating stone on stone is heard and the sound like a giant sigh as air escapes the tomb and a large slab of granite slides open, revealing stairs leading down. Bull walks in without hesitation and the stone slab slides itself back into place.
Down the stone stairs Bull climbs, the stairs seemingly carved out of the very earth itself. Bull reaches the bottom and comes to a golden casket. Its shape suggest that a women lies within. But the carving of the woman looks vaguely familiar.In fact, it looks familiar in a few different ways. It sort of looks like Bonnie Blue...but it also looks a little like L Verez. The rest of this room is pretty simple. Torches that seem as if they have burned forever are lit in the four corners of this room. Items from another time sit on pedestals around the room, and all of them seem to be native related.
Bull kneels down and lowers his head. The words that come out are heard in a manner never before heard from the Hatebringer: remorseful and sorrow filled.
"Anikwa.....we miss you. We miss walking along the Menominee with you...watching the sand hill cranes fly overhead to the open pastures...watching the deer gracefully walk along the edges of the river in small groups....watching the sparkle in your eye as you hold your small hand in ours."
For the first time in a very long time, a tear slides down the silver mask.
"We failed you. We allowed the God-machine to get you. We allowed it to do with you as it wished. And it is because we were not strong enough! Do you still live? Have you returned as someone else? Or has the God-machine taken you completely out of our reach? So here we come....week after week....wondering...waiting for some sort of a sign."
There is a wavering in the corner, something like a mist but not substantial. A women appears, a beautiful Native American woman. Her deer skin dress is covered with beautiful arrangements of beeds and feathers. Her size tells everyone how she earned her name, for she is small in stature, but carries something extra in her eyes. Whether she is a ghost or a figment of the imagination...she is a beautiful sight to behold.
"Oh my Abaddon."
Bull looks up sharply and you can tell by his eyes that he doesn't fully understand what it is he is seeing.
"Are we too late?"
The ghostly figure walks forward and kneels at Bulls level.
"I do not know. I am not really a ghost...nor am I really here. This is more of a projection. I do not know if I am aware of what or who I am now....but a part of me does recall you. I felt your pain across the cosmos....across time itself. I may be a part of the past walking forward to put you at ease. Whatever the circumstance....I am here now"
"We saw you get grabbed by the Liquidators. We killed so many that day to get to you...but they just kept coming and coming...."
"I know. That much I can remember...though I am unsure as to how or why."
"What must we do....how do we find you."
"Abaddon....you will find us...of that we have no doubt. But you must remember....we may not be the same woman as we once were. Our love though....it will transcend time itself. But there is something you must do....something you must hear."
Bulls voice is barley a whisper.
"Anything."
"You must forgive yourself."
Bull looks up at her and his eyes are so lost....so different then anything we have ever seen. For the first time....Bull looks like a mortal man.
"How? How can we forgive ourselves of what happened!"
Bull stands and lowers his head, and the woman Anikwa stands to him.
"Did you send the Liquidators? Did you wish me to be captured after we fought so hard to escape? No you didn't. You are not to blame here."
Bull nods his head slowly.
"Your right. We understand it was not our fault. WE guess we have always forgiven ourselves...but could not let go of some things. But we understand now. We understand we did all we could. We failed...but we did not surrender."
"Good, because I have already forgiven you. And your truth...is a gift. Because now I need you complete to take this to the next stage. You need to be full. You need to be the monster I have loved for centuries. You need to be Abaddon. And so...a gift for you. Your completion...for our vengeance!"
The woman touches Bulls chest and he screams in a manner we have never heard Bull scream before. Light shoots out of the eyes of the mask, fire red and brightening the mask. And just like that, it sinks into Bulls face. The woman steps back and Bull faces her, his back all that anyone can see. She smiles, something that makes many hearts skip a beat.
"Now the power of your death mask resides in you. No longer must you feel it alive on your face....for now it is a piece of you, just as your arms, legs, and heart are. Now it is your power. Now it lies within you Abaddon. Find me....alive or dead....as I am or as someone else....and avenge me."
The ghostly woman disappears and Bull takes in a deep breath and a laugh heard before starts to erupt from his mouth. But it has more behind it this time...more power...more intensity and when Bull turns only his eyes are seen....and they are liquid daggers.
ON CAMERA
**We open to a darker room, where the light shadows the huge frame of Bull in such a manner that you can not make out his features. He stands with his hands gripping the back of a wooden chair, his head lowered. It seems as if steam or smoke, cause its really that hard to tell, comes vaporizing out and around Bulls head on each side as he exhales**
"If there is one thing that drives us the most.....it is the need to buck authority. Now when the Commish came to us and asked us to 'toughen up' some of the bums, we thought....why the hell not. We needed the exercise and the Commish isn't so much authority as he is one of the guys in the back. He talks to the people....walks with the wrestlers...but assumes nothing about his relationships with them."
**Even from here, you can see that Bulls hands clench and his knuckles are whiter**
"And then you have Pryde. A man who makes our skin crawl every time he opens his mouth. He reminds us of a snake oil salesman....tries to coat his words with honey while he is selling you shit. So let us get this one thing perfectly clear to all of you....WE.....ARE....NO ONE'S.....PUPPET! We wrestle for our own dam pleasure and to watch the fans drool at the carnage. We are no man or woman's tool."
**Bull snaps the back of the chair...then casually tosses it aside and steps into the light. His eyes are the same...dark orbs promising pain. But now you can see the man that has lied under the mask for so many years. A dark, thick beard covers his lower face. He is as frightening without the mask, not because he is ugly, but because you can feel the ferocity coming off of his face now**
"But it appears that the Insurgency hasn't gotten the fucking message. Instead, they had to assume and by doing that....made an ass out of us then an ass out of yourselves. Because it took all of you to stop us. It took all of you to stop us to make your statement....which has fallen on deaf ears. Because we are the champion of the people....not of Pryde...not of The Insurgency. But the fans! We fight for them. We fight for ourselves. We fight for our brothers. And together.....its a harmony of wanton destruction."
"But you made a fatal error. You assumed too much. You have stepped over a line. And we are right there waiting for you. And you can believe it will not swing in your favor."
**Bull smiles and it is a shark toothed grin**
"And no L is going to have to pay the price. L is going to have to step to the plate with her back up in the back holding on to their precious contracts and tucking their tails. Because we know that you will not break the rule that has been set before you...we know you don't have the CONVICTION! You speak a good game...but you wouldn't want to get fired for doing what you believe is the right thing. Only when it is convenient for you."
"And L is going to take the brunt of the punishment. She is going to become a martyr for your cause. And there isn't a dam thing any of you can do about it. L will become the statement.....an omen if you will...of what is to come in this federation. And you can believe....there is something coming. It's in the wind.....can you smell it? The scent of blood fills the air. And the screams...oh the glorious screams. They will fill your ears with so much disturbance that you will not be able to think clearly. The storm.....its on its way. The sounds of hooves in the sky as the coming storm is something.....biblical...something.....epic.....something....LEGENDARY."
**Bull chuckles...something dark in and of itself**
"L....we have seen you in action. We know what you are capable of....of the pain you can take and the sacrifices you are willing to commit to get the win. We have stood in the ring with you and then....then...it took you and another to put us down. So you can expect that your receipt is coming. For the transgressions of UCI....and for doing the stupidest thing possible. Picking the losing side."
"That goes for you too Pryde. You have also chosen the losing side. Funny...how two groups opposed to each other...have still picked the wrong side of history to be on. It's a sign of things to come...that is for sure. There is a cancer here in NBW....a cancer that has to be wiped out. WE have the answer to this cancer....a plague. The kind that picks its targets and eliminates them with cold efficiency. And we will be there...pouring every last ounce of hate out like gasoline and lighting the match....to watch you all BURN! L.....Monday is going to be a long...long night for you. And your friends....the only thing they can really do...is watch and pray. And may whatever it is you believe in have mercy on your soul....because we will not!"
**Bull smiles...something dangerous all on it's own....and then walks away as all fades to black**