Corey Bull [vs.] Aries Armadaist

Subject: Corey Bull [vs.] Aries Armadaist Tue Jul 09, 2013 3:01 am

Corey Bull takes on Aries Armadaist for the #1 Contendership to the Rising Phoenix Championship.

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”Don’t judge me based on your ignorance!”
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~Chapter 3

Sometime after bulls 21st birthday, he left the military. Nobody really knows the exact circumstances surrounding it, but the rumors involve a small village and Bull’s platoon. What is known, is that Bull and his sister Raven both fought in the same unit, a group called the Exterminators. The exact nature of the groups military actions is still highly classified to this day. Bull returned to the Northwoods and joined a wrestling school where he would find one of his two mentors: Vincent Ferdetti. The head of the school, the old man had talent that was far beyond his years. Never a great wrestler himself, his skills where in teaching and managing, molding young up and comers into top notch athletes. A Bull would move on to become one of his greatest students of the game.

Bull’s first year and a half of wrestling was spent in Xtreme Wrestling Federation. He never won a title there, hadn’t even gotten himself a spot in the main event or upper card. But he did learn a lot about the proffesional world, rivalries, and what happens behind the scenes. Bull, a person who’s size was always there to foreshadow the intelligence he possessed, became a mental master as well as a physical one, slowly moving the pieces to make his way to the top. But it was cut short, some say by dumb luck, others but Bull’s aggressive and violent nature. During a routine match, Bull went too far. His opponent was a first timer and still had no idea about how to work a match and screwed a lot up, litterally pushing Bull to the edge. Flipping him into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, Bull snap the mans spine. He laid on the mat, not moving, staring up at the ceiling. Bull stomped on the man for a few minutes before the ref realized what was happening. While the EMT’s rushed the kid out, Bull stares at him with a sick twinkle in his eyes.

The man passed later that week. His spine had severed a major artery and they placed it on the shoulders of Bull. Prison was his next testing ground and one the big man was almost prepared for. Physically, not many matched up with his size, but he was on a whole new mental ground. The hardcore cons tested Bull ever chance they could and soon, he was spending more time in solitary then in general populations .It was alright for Bull, since his mental condition made him a spectacle and he preferred the darkness of a cell. He worked out, placing more muscle on his growing frame and becoming one of the top targets for the gangs of the prison. But they found a solid wall of hate and fury when they tested Bull and again and again, he sent men to the infirmary while he went to the hole. Then one day, he was just released. As he walked out of the prison, a man in a long trench coat and an older style hat looked him over and handed him a mask. The man was called Apocalypse. He began to train Bull, using the mask as a focal point for the guys hate and rage. He became the dark horse, the one that no one truly knew what to expect from.

After a year of this, he was released onto the wrestling world in a tourney called King of the Barbedwire challenge. Twenty men in one large cage of barbed wire. Bull fought like a caged animal, seeking out his opponents with intriguing and inhumanly possible sense of direction. He was a living homing missile and used his opponents weaknesses to his advantage. When he was crowned the victor, blood was his uniform and hate was his manager. And it was just the beginning to the hardcore life.

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We hate coming to these places, but we have to in order to see her. Such a beautiful woman, so full of life at one time. At 30, she could be someone’s mother, a famous actress, a budding star in the music industry. But of course, the dreams of one are not always the reality of things. Instead of visiting our sister at her home or at a café or some other place she would have loved, we come to see her at this mental hospital. But she isn’t crazy…at least not like us or like Raven.

It began many years ago, just when she was 19. The girl was totally ecstatic to be in this fraternity at her collage. She was the pride and joy of the family, though her and Raven are half sisters of ours. You know, dads ‘other’ family. The one that mom refused to acknowledge because dad had them both at the same time. Anyways, before we are totally unfocused and angry, so Dove was on her way home from college to see us. Straight A high school student, with a great scholarship at an ivy league school, she was to be the first of the clan to make something more of herself that wasn’t violent or destructive. Instead, some asshole drunk driver hit her car and sent her into a tumble. Our Dove, the one we watched over and protected, was turned from a beautiful 19 year old college student into a child trapped in a woman’s body. Every year she turns 12. It never changes. She loves My Little Ponies and shows from that era that are not even on TV any more. The staff have them recorded and cycle through them for her. She is litterally stuck in a time warp and she doesn’t even realize that things change around her. It breaks our cold heart…and makes us even more hateful.

And the asshat that hit her? Why he got a slap on the wrist. Not even any jail time. That is the way society works it seems. But Raven and us….we took care of things. He won’t be driving anywhere anymore.

This place always bothers us, too many cold memories flood back into the system. But there was her room. And inside, a beautiful woman that was more then happy to see their older brother, her “Bully”. She wrapped her arms around us and she grinned like a little kid when we gave her the pony that we had bought. She has so many now, it is getting harder to find new ones. But we manage, we have a few friends that design them for us. We sit, we talk, she tells us about how the nurses put her hair in pretty ribbons and that she was hoping to go outside today. So we went down with her and her nurse. She likes to run in the grass barefoot, to feel the grass beneath her feet. Her nurse has been her with her for the last five years. The doctors still can do nothing, the damage is far beyond their skill. He tells us about what they are considering, we nearly take his head off when the mention of shock treatment comes up. They know better. Our little sister, no matter how far gone she may seem, will never feel the pain of shock. She forgets everything after a while and it starts all over again for her. Always new, always joyous for her. It is amazing and sad at the same time. It is no wonder Raven avoids this. She would probably kill someone from the sheer stress of seeing Dove.

We are glad though, in a way. Glad she forgets like she does. The things that Ace did to her when he found her….the things he wants to do to her still. If we ever find him….if he ever appears….we will simple kill him this time. No more fucking around. Now she is picking the flowers. She isn’t suppose to, but we are not going to stop her happiness. And neither is her nurse or doctor as long as we are out here. They take her back to her room, after a huge hug from her ‘Bully’. Too much time isn’t good for her around us. We are not the same as she remembers. We will never be the same. We are too different…too much of us is dead inside. And we do not want her to ever see that. The dark cloud hangs over this place and seems to follow us as we leave. Time to get ready…time to focus all this hate and anger towards taking that #1 contendership. Time to spread the hate.

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~The lower realms of the arena. The boiler room is a popular spot for Corey Bull to hang. And today is no different. The monster sits on a barrel turned into a chair, wrapping his wrists and fists with tape. His focus is so intense, that his eyes seem to burn with an inner fire. The tape makes a sound the seems to make one think it is just at its breaking point with each wrap. Finally, it is snapped off and Bull sets down the tape and lifts a black magic marker and begins to write on the tape in arcane symbols to some, but in reality it is Latin~

”Live Free. Die Free. Words that every individual, no matter what there race, age, creed, or gender, should hold near and dear to their hearts. It is something we have always believed in. There is no need to be a puppet of the machine…or a victim of the masses. Instead we choose to be the monster that lurks in the light, walks the path openly and opposes all that decides to come at us. And it does not matter to us who they are….what they stand for….or what they believe is their right. Your fear is meaningless to us, for fear is weakness and we do not want to continually trample the weak.

WE WANT TO BREAK THE STRONG!

…..we want to hurdle the destroyed…..

…..eliminate those that think they are the best…..

…and humiliate ALL OF THEM!

It is better if you do not fear us. It makes the fight…the struggle…the kill…that much more sweeter. And the sweeter the victory, the more meaningful it is and the more that our point is scribbled across the faces of the sheep that continually watch us. They sit in the arenas….they buy the products online….they listen to the radio show and watch the pay per views…..they stand in the lines waiting for our signature…and we laugh inside like a crazed lunatic. Because the corporate machine makes it seem like this is simply ‘sports entertainment’. But we are not here to entertain the masses or console our fellow competitors. We are hear to break bones, spill blood, and eviscerate those that stand in the way of our goals. And one more victim shall take his place on the list this week.”

~Bull stops writing. Whatever it may say, we do not know, but Bull turns to the camera and holds his fists together, a phrase in Latin scribbled across it.~

“Perdes omnes qui adversantur. Destroy all that oppose. It is a simple phrase, but one with more power and meaning then the greatest of speeches and leaders. Leaders will go on and on about the value of preservation of life. Speeches will be filled with countless and meaningless phrases designed to lull the masses. But this…this is right to the point. You step in our way and we will level you. Now Aries, the prick of pricks…he thinks that he is a genius. He thinks he is gods gift to wrestling and the greatest thing since sliced bread. But he is nothing more then a cheap con who’s victories amount to cheap tricks and moments of utter luck. Well…what can we say…we sort of like his style. But he fails with the intelligence portion of this sadistic test. You have the IQ of a squirrel with rabies Aries and your luck….it has just run the fuck out.”

“We are not going to be a sucker to your punch. We are not going to be the wall that you climb over to get this shot. We are going to be the monster that annihilates you. The dark cloud on your happy go fucking lucky day. It doesn’t matter how we articulate it to you Aries. That means how we say it, in case you missed it.

…..dumbass….

……..stupid…….

……….idiot!……

The punch line is the same. You are going to look for the opening and find nothing but pain. You are going to do your best to avoid us for that little light at the end of the tunnel…and find out that the light is a train. And that trains name is Hatebringer! This isn’t a joke Aries, we are out to make you an example of what happens when you stand in the way of what WE want. And we want this contendership and you are just the fly we need to swat in order to get it. One way or the other Aries…you will find out that we are the intended victor here. And you…the intended victim.”

~Bull stands and cracks his knuckles and kicks the barrel back behind him and grabs the camera, pulling it close to the seemingly grinning mask~

”Do we look like we are a fucking joke?!?! Does this look like the face of someone that is just “playing a part”? No Aries, you will find out that this….is…who….we ARE!

………….monster……….

…………..sociopath……………

…………..psychotic…………

……….HATEBRINGER!

And every moment that we promise you pain is exactly what you will receive. We are going to win this match….we will be the one that walks out the new number one contender for the Rising Phoenix Championship. And you Aries….will be NAILED WITH HATE!”

~Bull shoves the camera and everything twirls as it crashes down, glitching as Bull’s boots are heard walking down the hall, everything eventually being bathed in black~

~The fires seem to burn eternal in this land of waste. Bull’s mind….it is closer to an apocalyptic city as opposed to a super thinking computer. But then again, to each his own. The personalities are about, somewhere. Only Hatebringer and Saint are seen though, as the two of them seem to be toiling over some project. Both “men” stand around a table, books and paper coving it. Both seem to be intent on whatever it is they are looking at as their voices seem to carry over the vast expanse.

Hatebringer
“Are we doing the right thing? Is this the path we need to follow?”

Saint
“It is the path offered to us. We can chose to take it wherever it may lead, or attempt to cut our own swath through the countryside.”

Hatebringer
“We like that idea much more then this one. It is risky. There is too much chance involved.”

Saint
“Which is part of the appeal. This is just one step into the right direction. With it in our possession, we can use it like a weapon of mass destruction.”

Hatebringer
“The time frame seems off, but not impossible. What did the others think?”

Saint
“They do not know just yet. We have kept this under wraps till now. Its all a matter of timing and this needs to be done slowly.”

Hatebringer
“That’s fine with us, the longer we can stretch out the violence, the better.”

~Both figures look up and over to a large black book. It is wrapped in chains and has a lock on it that looks like it could hold a mack truck in place~

Saint
“We need to be careful though. Too far and we risk utter annihilation. Not far enough and we shall not get the wanted effect.”

Hatebringer
“It does not matter who?”

Saint
“No. We will win this number one contendership and then focus the energy on the champ. That is the best plan.”

Hatebringer
“Then let it begin. We shall talk to Vengeance and pull him over to our plan. You speak with Bully and after that, the four of us can get B and Pittbull on board.”

Saint
“This is going to get messy.”

~A gin crosses the face of Hatebringer~

Hatebringer
“Extremely. And we wouldn’t want it any other way!”

~Laughter sicker then the sounds of the dead crackles from the two entities as the whole scene fades to mist~

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On Camera
Ragnarok
2 Weeks Prior

Aries paced in his corner back and forth, his eyes locked on the IWF Entrance ramp as his theme faded out. The fans, as always, taking the moment of silence between opening themes to let Aries know exactly what they think of him. As always though, he pays it no mind, letting it drown out in his head into nothing but mere buzzing in the background. His unblinking gaze refusing to move from the entrance ramp as he waited for his four legged opponent. It was odd, since usually animals never got an entrance. This of course being because, as we all know, animals have no sense of entrance music, and wouldn't even know what to do once they heard their music hit. Whatever this "Thunder Frog" was, it must be some different kind of breed. The thought didn't deter Ontario's Favorite Son in the least, though, even snarling as he was practically becoming a snarling a beast himself as his inpatients grew.

Heather Thompson
And his opponent...

Suddenly, the P.A. speakers ignited with something of a familiar tune to Aries, his eyebrow arching slightly as Amon Amarth's "Twilight of the Thunder God" began to ring out. The crowd immediately let out a roar of approval, either because of the song itself, or because they will just cheer for anyone fighting Aries, he would never know. Even more curiously, what kind of animal comes out to a song about viking Gods?

Heather Thompson
Weighing in at 34 stone, hailing from.. The Hallowed Halls of Asgard... the THUNDER FROG!

Aries' stern stare quickly shifted to one of confusion and horror as his opponent burst out from behind the curtain, practically on cue.

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Aries seems to have completely lost his composure at this point, his head constantly darting back and forth before returning to his encroaching opponent. he was waiting for something. Anything. Balloons to fall from the rafters and tell him he was on Candid Camera (is that even on TV anymore?). Security to randomly tackle this....whatever the hell it was that had escaped from a local genetics lab. Anything at this point. The reality of the situation still hadn't sunk it until this "Thunder Frog" had entered the ring, pointing it's mighty hammer at the Canadian in imposing fashion from across the ring. Aries return the gesture by finally bellowing out:

Aries Armadaist
WHAT THE FUCK IZZAT?!

Aries motioned his arms toward the...creature across from him, turning to look back at anyone who would be willing to provide an answer. His attention was brought back to the ring as he hear the bell chime, beginning to step forward as he felt his blood beginning to boil. As silly as most would find it, Aries took his Inter Species combat very seriously, and to be thrown something like...this, it was almost a mockery. He wouldn't be given time to seethe in his rage for long, however. As his gaze finally returned to his opponent, all Aries saw was a green blur rushing toward him. Before he could even react, a loud clang now rung out from the ring, the audience groaning in response as this mystical Thunder Frog just managed to slam his might hammer, full force, right into Aries' mush, sending the Cancuk off his feet as he crashed down hard onto the back of his head and shoulders, his body practically folded up like an accordion as his feet fell above his head. The Frog didn't have to do much work for a pin, since Aries had practically rolled himself up after that blow. The man's world has already been engulfed in black before the ref's hand even came down to count the pin fall....

Undisclosed Location
New York
1 Week Prior

Aries found himself in another ring, not even a week shy of his less than graceful defeat at the hands of a hammer toting frog from Asgard. The blow from the hammer didn't leave him complete unscathed either, as he now sported a not-so-flattering black ring around his right eye. All of this fueling the scowl that donned his face as he sat, his legs folded Indian style as he slumped over, his elbows rested on his knees, as he once again found himself glaring at the person across from him. He let out a heavy sigh as he turned his head, practically having to tear his gaze away. Admitting flaw for him wasn't easy. Asking for help was even more difficult. But getting your ass handed to you by a giant man frog is something of an eye opening experience...ya know, after the swelling goes down.

Aries Armadaist
You were right... Somethin' has to change.

Aries' gaze returned to the elderly gentlemen standing across the ring from him, returning his same gruff look as he made his white mustache sweep back and forth like a broom on his upper lip.

Mr. Crabtree
Your little twinkle toes routine finally got you knocked on yer ass, didn't it?

There was almost an air on confidence in the man's voice as he spoke. Almost an "I told you so" tone as Aries' sour expression only twisted to look even more rotten in response. This seemed to only bolster Crabtree's already impressive ego as he let out a chortle.

Mr. Crabtree
And, what are you wanting from me, exactly?

Aries could only let out another heavy sigh. He could already tell the man was basically gonna make him spill his guts out about his situation.

Aries Armadaist
Last time I saw you, you bragged about being this grand grappler. Puttin' all us young hot shot what's-it-do's to shame.

Mr. Crabtree
What about it?

Aries Armadaist
Show me some of that then, ya old fuck.

Mr. Crabtree
And why should I? Why the hell should I help a mamby pamby ass hat like you?

Aries' nose began to wrinkle into a snarl as Crabtree started piling insults onto his already less than endearing attitude.

Aries Armadaist
All you did was sit at that bar and talk down me, and talk shit about every person I share a locker room with, pounding your chest like you're the long lost King of the Ring. Talkin' about how you would wrestle circles around each and every one of us.

Mr. Crabtree
I stand by those words too, ya better believe it.

Aries Armadaist
Well, I wanna do that. I wanna wrestle circles around people. Give me these grand grappling skills to turn people into pretzels, and what not. You sat there and bitched about how muddled the sport is? How your style is long and dead? Then let your style live on through me.[/color]

The old man just scoffed.

Mr. Crabtree
What, kickin' people in the balls just ain't as effective as it use to be?

Aries Armadaist
NO!

Crabtree didn't even react to Aries' sudden outburst, the hot headed superstar's voice echoing off the walls of the empty gym for a few moments after as he slammed his fist into the canvas.

Aries Armadaist
I don't know what it is. I don't know if it's me, or what I do in the ring. Maybe everyone's finally gotten wise to my game. Hell, maybe I'm not even that good at what I do. I don't fucking know, and I'm not wasting any more time stewing over the matter. Regardless, if I want to go anywhere in this business then something-has-to-change, and now, I'm coming to you as a guy who's wanting to make that change, and if this industry needs what you have as bad as you say it does, then let me be the one to inject it back in.

Aries pushed himself off the canvas as he spoke, now standing in his corner as Crabtree simply stared him down in silence, continuing to sweep his mustache back and forth as he was almost sizing the Canadian up. Finally, the senior citizen took a step forward out of his corner as he began to untuck his shirt from his abdomen high pants.

Mr. Crabtree
Anything I say, I'm only gonna say once, girl pants, so pay attention. I don't need you slowing this process down by you asking me a bunch of dumb questions I already answered before you bothered to ask.

After a short fight with his garment, the old man managed to remove his shirt, Aries a bit taken back as his lip snarled in disgust as the elderly gentlemen now appeared to be working on removing his belt.

Mr. Crabtree
I don't want no sass, no back talking, no smart comments of any kind. And if I see even a hint of defiance in those eyes, I'll pluck em right outta your head.

Aries might almost be intimidated if any sense of fear wasn't being over powered by his sense of disgust as he was practically watching a man in his 80's de-robe in front of him, how fighting to get his pant legs off over his shoes.

Aries Armadaist
Sweet baby corncob Christ, what the hell are you doing..?

Mr. Crabtree
All you sissies fight in your underwear these days, so I can too!!

Must to Aries' horror, Crabtree finally managed to win his epic struggle with his own clothes as he tosses his pants out of the ring, Armadaist now being stared down by a pale, frail old man in nothing but his tighty whities, ankle high tube socks, and a pair of red chucks, now even taking a lowered stance as he inched his way toward the center of the ring, and Aries.

Aries Armadaist
It's times like these I seriously....seriously question my life choices... Like, ya know, I coulda been a doctor or something, and not have to tolerate seeing shit like this at all... I could have easily not seen... any of this, and died a lot happier because of it.

Mr. Crabtree
I SAID NO SASS!

Without warning, Aries suddenly saw the skeletal like flabby frame of the elderly man shoot toward him, sweeping his legs out from under him before he even had time to scoff. In rapid succession, Aries found himself in something of a defensive position, Crabtree proving his worth as he quickly tangled Aries' leg around his own foot, the man's spine suddenly having a sharp painful sensation begin to shoot through it as Crabtree hugged his arm underneith Aries' chin and began to pull back, the Canadian finding himself in almost an STF like position.

Mr. Crabtree
Ya ever been stretched out, girl pants?

Suddenly, Crabtree wrenched back, all the while, using his free hand to pull back on Aries' tied up legs as well, his spine forming into an unnatural U shape as he couldn't help but bellow out in agony. Almost on instinct , Aries reached out for the ropes in front of him, even attempting to claw his way toward them, but found himself unable to escape the clutches of his new wily old trainer.

On Camera
Interview Area
Blah Blah Blah Who Even Reads This Part

Aries Armadaist
Some of you may be curious as to why I was absent during the last Pay-Per-View, namely the Path to Valhalla match. Especially, considering how I boasted non stop about how my victory was assured, like I always do. And, don't you doubt for a second that had I participated, I would have easily backed those words up, regardless of whatever IWF relic had unmasked. I had every intention of being there. I had this grand piece of promo candy all worked out in my head to deliver to those who anxiously wait to hear my every word week in and week out. Unfortunately, I had to leave those poor souls unsatisfied... Because, earlier that night I had myself an Inter Species Match. I've gotten pretty good at those, I figured this one woulda been just as easy... As easy as Dragon Suplexing a full grown Irish red Deer can possibly be, at least. But, then I met my opponent... the so called "Thunder Frog." Wasn't quite sure what a Thunder Frog was, couldn't say I'd ever heard of it before, but I wasn't worried. It was a frog, what threat could it really pose? I withstood the might of like... 50 slaps from a beaver's tail, what could a Frog do to me? Then, before my brain could even process what on Satan's Green Earth was standing across the ring from me, I took a giant blow to the face from a big metal hammer. Not only did I get knocked the fuck out cold by a giant....Thor... Frog thing, lose my first Inter Species match, but that nice blow to the head landed me with a Grade 2 Concussion and a nice big swollen black eye. Either way you cut it from that point, the docs said my competing in any other match that night, Path to Valhalla or other wise was a no go. And just like that... Another opportunity manages to squirm its way out of the grasp of Aries Armadaist. I wish I could say I was angry about it, but I'm not. I wish I could say i was angry about it then... But, I wasn't. At this point, something like this is just sort of becoming common place, I notice. Maybe you folks have too, but in case you haven't, every time opportunity like that seems to present itself, something always happens. Either it's the one night I don't take things seriously, or maybe I just have an off night in general, but barring one instance that I don't think I have to remind anyone of, Aries Armadaist just seems to choke in big match situations. Happened in that Triple Threat Cage Match way back when. Happened during the Elimination match to determine who would enter last for the Valhalla match. Now, it's happened for the Valhalla match itself. I didn't even get to make it to the actual match this time, but regardless, I made one fatal step and it cost me everything. And, maybe that's become my problem. As fun as the animal wrestling and the general goofing around is, I can't help but feel like it's the one thing that's hindering me. The cheating, the conning, all that is still going great. If I were stupid, I'd say it was karma, but maybe it's my attitude that's becoming my Achilles heel.

Aries Armadaist
Ladies and Gentlemen, I find myself with another golden opportunity being handed to me on a silver platter. Directly after boning myself out of the chance to main event the next Pay-Per-View, someone up there in the powers that be liked me enough to put me in a number 1 contenders match. Well, liked me or pitied me, I'm good with either, really. Simple enough... I've just gotta over come the man mountain that is Casey Jone--Corey Bull, sorry. Corey Bull being another remnant of a lost dead promotion much like myself, although I do believe he was long gone before I ever got there. But, we both once hailed from the land of the UECW, regardless. Surprisingly though, I notice he and I have more in common than I had originally thought. We aren't without our differences though, seeing as how I am but a sleazy, greedy, filthy, Unprofessional Wrestler while Corey Bull is a ruthless, blood thirsty, near 7 foot tall wall of emotionally unstable masked man beast. I might be more intimidated by that fact if those sort of people weren't a dime a dozen in this business. Being an incredibly powerful giant sociopath is pretty scary for most, don't get me wrong, but I've always believed someone is far more dangerous if they're both ruthless and intelligent more than just a tank on legs. But, considering what I just said, I'd be a fool to go against my own advice and take Corey Bull lightly. The fact of the matter is, Corey Bull accomplished a lot in my native home promotion before I was ever even there. I couldn't be fucked to actually do the research to find out what, but I'm sure none of you actually care enough that I won't list them off here. But, rest assured, there are a few pieces of gold and leather in there. Not to mention, I'd be a fool to think I could over power the guy. I give up quite a considerable height, weight, and no doubt strength advantage to Mr. Bull. Honestly, I've never faced an opponent who dwarfed me in so many areas. I don't even think Parker Wayde physically sizes up to how much bigger my opponent is than me. But, even after admitting my own faults, and my opponent's strengths over me, I'm still confident going into this match. It's not my intelligence that's going to help me over come Corey Bull. It won't even be my underhanded tactics, oh no. Although, I don't care who you are, any man's knees will buckle if ya hit em where they split hard enough. No, whats going to let me push myself to victory over a beast of a man like Corey Bull is just that: Corey Bull is a man. No matter how savage of a man he may be, he's just a man, No matter how much of a monster even he thinks he may be... Corey Bull is just a man. And a man can be broken, and a man can be stopped.

Aries Armadaist
"Monster" is a word that gets thrown around a lot in this business. When people label someone as a "monster" they think of them as someone who will do the unthinkable. Horrible acts of human indecency for their own gain, or maybe even, their own pleasure. In that respect, you and I are a lot alike, Corey Bull. We don't let things as silly as "morals" stand in our way of getting what we want. I don't know what your reasons are for pursuing what you want, or doing what you do in Professional Wrestling, whether it be for pleasure, or business, but I know what mine is. Mine is all business. But, you see Corey, you are not a monster. You're just a man playing a monster. As ruthless and evil and unforgiving you may be. No matter how many bones you've broken or blood you've made other human beings spilled. You could beat a man to an inch of his life, but that's where you'd stop. every time, no matter what was on the line, no matter how much you may hate the person standing across from you, you have a limit. And this is what makes you the man, and me the monster. Because now, I'm at the point where I'll go where you won't. Where most people are afraid to go, or feel it's too far, I wouldn't think twice about. You'll beat a man to the inch of his life, but right now, I would go that whole last damn inch. This isn't a threat, don't get me wrong. But, for your own sake, today is not the day where you need to try and show to everyone that Corey Bull is the monster he thinks he is. I've been pushed, Bull. Now I'm a desperate man willing to do desperate things. You can think me a goof, or a stooge, or a joke, or an idiot, and maybe I am all those things. But, one thing I'm not, and anyone else that knows me will agree, is a good guy, and it's a good day to be a bad guy.

Le Fin