Sah'ta Thor & Frank Finelli [vs] John Tolly & Corey Bull

”Fear does not break me...pain does not break me....blood does not break me....I DO NOT BREAK!”
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[I]The mental plains of Bull’s twisted mind. Chaotic, ever changing, it is a wind swept pandemonium. Night is day, day is night, up and down no longer matter, beginning and end are just concepts of man. Here…infinity is the law and chaos the rules it lives by. In the distance, different from the normally chaotic sounds you would hear, is the sound of metal meeting metal. It is distance at first, so of course the logic thinking…if that exists here…works its way towards the sound. The first thing we notice that is truly out of place, even for this barren land, is the body of Vengeance, the large black dragon. The skin is pulled so tight against the body that it seems as if it could snap at any time. Skeletal, as if it has been rotting for years, the eyes are blank. Nothing…no color, no spark. Just blank. The large mouth is frozen in a grin and the marks of battle are obvious against it’s shrunken body.

Continuing on now, the pace no more urgent then before, we come across the double homicide of The Saint and Hatebringer. The black skin of Hatebringer no longer is alit with black flames, but is a skeletal reminder of the being that once was. His black wings lay in ruins, not a single feather remains. His partner, the alabaster skinned Saint, is in the same shape. His body reminds one of the ancient Egyptians mummies. His wings too lay without a single feather. Both with wide open mouth shrieks, frozen in time. As we continue to get closer to the sound, the same sight is repeated for B and Pittbull. Both bodies are just thrown as if nothing more then rag dolls left in the yard, to be picked up at a later time. As we near the central dais of the mind, we see blood on the ground. A lot of it. The sounds of battle louder now, we see that Bull is dressed for combat. It would be ridiculous, considering his size, if not for the severity of the situation and the hardware he has. His armor is black and full plate, his head helmless. A large shield with the symbol of infinity is etched onto it, while a huge bastard sword sits in his hand. And he swings it with ease against Siris, the huge black werewolf . Siris wields the huge axe called elephant killer and wears the black horned helm at his waist.

Ignoring most swings with a simple move out of the way, Siris swings the axe in a lazy, but accurate rhythm of moves. Bull defends himself greatly and does his best to counter. Metal on metal, the ringing of steel echoes across the land. And Bully, for the first time ever, has a look of fear on his face.~

Bully
“Why are you doing this Siris!? Look what you have done! We let you live! WE LET YOU OUT!”

Siris
“No. You kept me SUPRESSED! All this time Bully, all this time I was the one that you all kept locked in the box. And all this time, you dreamed of the day you would release me, thinking me to be some obedient dog by then. DEAD FUCKING WRONG!”

~Siris swings the axe, nearly cleaving Bully in two. He swings the sword, but Siris is already moving, sidestepping the blow and driving his force into Bully, flat backing him~

Bully
“But why are you killing the others? Why are you destroying us!”

~Siris stops, a sort of grin on his face~

Siris
“Destroying? I’m not destroying you. I’m taking back what is RIGHTFULLY MINE! All of you. Every last one of you is a piece of me that has been ripped and torn from me. And now I am reclaiming what is mine. I was here before you Bully. You simply locked me up.”

Bully
“So you plan to kill me off then?! I’ll take your heart before that happens!”

Siris
“No you fool!”

~Siris reaches down and grabs Bull, lifting him into the air by the throat~

Siris
“I’m going to consume you and make everything you are a piece of me. Your dreams, memories, ambitions…all of it! This is my body…I am its mind. The mind, Bully, is the true weapon. Everything else is an accessory. I will once again turn this fractured landscape into the paradise of violence it should be. No more gaps…no more leaks…no more in fighting! Just one focused killing machine. And you Bully…why you will still be apart of it. Just inside the true personality in the mind. The REAL Corey Bull.”

~Bully’s eyes bulge, as the hand seems to press farther into the throat. The skin starts to shrink, the hand and arm of the werewolf glowing. A scream, something so unearthly it shatters reality, escapes the mouth of Bully as his eyes sink in and disappear and his body becomes skeletal. Siris tosses the body off to the side and looks to the women that once were manifestations of Bully’s own mind. A grin crosses his face and he snaps his neck~

Siris
“I think I am going to like this ones thoughts and memories. Oh yes…this is going to be a good time.”



~The camera comes on and it is immediately focused on Corey Bull. He sits in his “throne” Sparky, an electric chair. Behind him hangs the black horned helm and the elephant killer axe. To the left of him is a display case that holds many titles, trophies, and other things. Things that most people would not keep in a trophy case. A few shrunken heads, a large skull from some unknown carnivore, a bottle with something inside it that looks relatively humanish. To the other side of him sit’s a weapon’s wrack that would have made kings in the old day drool. Swords, axes, knives, bows. The list is endless. Bull puts his hands together in front of the silver mask and taps them slowly~

”Hello mortals. It has been a long…long time since I felt this good. Since I felt this alive…since I felt THIS…DEADLY! And it is good…oh god…it is fucking SPECTACULAR! Of course, none of you could truly understand that sort of a feeling. You sheep…the ones that go about their daily lives believing that they are already pre-made and designed the way they are suppose to be. The ones that think this is an endless cycle of do my job, do my wife, eat, sleep, repeat. Well…it isn’t. No…this life was meant for you to be something…to do SOMETHING with your lives. And yet, over three quarters of you will continue to just sit there, doing the daily routine. Sheep.”

“But I am not that kind of a….individual. I am something more, something that was designed when the Earth was still a young ball of crap floating in space. And eon after eon, century after century, my kind of individual has been created amongst the lower thinking forms, and then given a boost of something else. Something darker…something beyond the thinking of normal people. I am that thing that goes bump in the night…I am the darkness that lies just at the edge of your peripheral vision. I am what man was suppose to be….savage…brutal…and dangerous.”

~Bull gets up and walks around the room, hands clasped behind his back~

”Is this the part where everyone starts to say ‘We have heard this before.”. Well fuckers, you are DEAD WRONG! You see, I am not the same fragmented minded monster coming to tear into you. Well...ok, I am still coming to tear into you. After all, I do love me some violence. But that isn’t the point. Look at me…look into these eyes and tell me….do you see a multifaceted mind….or a sharp instrument ready to cut you open and spill your guts on the floor? I’ll even give you slow witted sheep a clue: it isn’t the first one. No…I’m focused and I am ready to tear apart anything and everything that gets in front of me. And not because of some sick fetish or some need to do it. Just because I want to. That’s it. No more, no less.”

“Now….on to other things. The Empire of Blood. You know right here I would tell you about how I would do this and do that and yada yada yada. Lets look at the reality kids. This IS going to be a slaughter. I am going to hand both of you all the fucking blood you could want! And it will drip from your own veins. Your nose, your eyes, ears….shit I am going to stomp you new orifices just so blood can drip out of them! And I will enjoy every minute of it. See that’s what I do…I cause pain in others. I savor the sounds they make when they whimper or cry for their mommies or try and bribe me. That’s my personal favorite. Listening to them try to offer me everything from their moms to their old ladies to the money they have. it’s a fantastic moment of power. Fear isn’t even the motivating factor. Sure, it’s a part of the whole process, but it isn’t needed. Its that knowledge that they know you have them….that they know there is no escaping it…and that no matter what they plan to give you, it’ll never be enough.”

“But now I am getting off track. I’m still trying to organize everything. Those fucking personalities messed up this…”

~Bull points at his brain and there is a sadistic twinkle in his eyes~

”….but I am not messed up. Within these walls is the key to the destruction of every individual that walks in front of me. The means and the method. No matter who it is…no matter who they think they are….I have the necessary schematics to their personal elimination. Sah'ta Thor and Frank Finelli…the little Empire of Blood. Their plans…what they want this week…mean shit to me. Their cause…means shit to me. Who they think they are and what they think they are capable of…means SHIT to me. Because when it all boils down to it…they have to contend with a monster. Not some mindless monster…not some monster that just grunts and fights…but a living…breathing embodiment of violence. A scion of destruction. The REAL Angle of Hate.”

“So what do the two of you think you are going to do to me? You think I’m going to be a push over? You think I’m all talk. Look  here. Titles upon titles. I’ve won matches that the two of you couldn’t even begin to comprehend. I’ve fought on lands that I can’t even talk about. And I have seen things….things that would curl your stomachs. And yet…the two of you think…that you can BEAT….ME! I haven’t even begun to show the IWF what I am really…made of. All these years was just a warm up to the real battle. And this Monday…you two wastes of flesh bags are going to meet my fists…up close and personal. And I’m going to bend you….stretch you…twist you and flip you. And just when you thought the ride was over…that it is going to end….I’M GOING TO DO IT AGAIN! Because I want you to remember the message, I want it to speak loud and clear to you….and to the sheep…and to management…and to every other person on this roster. We are here to end careers….take lives…and strap gold around our waist.”

~Bull takes a moment to look at a photo~

”This photo is from the day we beat both John Tolly and Jack Savage in a stretcher match. We put both those sorry fucks on the stretcher….both beaten and bruised. We told them they couldn’t handle us…that the two of them meant nothing in our eyes. It hasn’t changed. Tolly, if you come to that ring and put it all out there, you will be safe….on that particular night. But if you fuck us…if you slack off and you try to half ass it….we are going to give your mother the daughter she always wanted! Fuck us over Tolly...and we are going to end you like that. Fight…and be spared. It is the ONLY options we will give you. There is no inbetween…no give. Because on Monday…..

….we fill some body bags!”

~Bull starts to laugh and it is a sickening sound as the camera fades to black~

The dimly lit darkened room seemed to fit my mood perfectly as I walked in and closed the door. Turning n the in light in the corner barely illuminated things. And I liked it. This was one part of the house that Lisa had no access to . Think of it as my “Man cave’, but it is really more like my own personal dungeon in reality. As I turn on the television with the remote, the glow of the T.V. makes the room a little brighter but not much. Sitting in the high back chair , the DVD of last week’s Battlegrounds comes on. I fast forward to the point where Storming Raven pays for his sins to the EOB, which is just before the show ends. I need to relive those moments in time first anyway. It was a highlight of the night for me in all seriousness. My loss to Drake earlier in the night was not bothering me as much as it should . And it was Storming Ravens fault . His transgressions took a back seat to anything else that happened in my mind, Thor’s mind and the mind of Tim Patrick also. No member of the EOB would ever stoop to kidnapping a women who was with child just for revenge and hand her over to a bona fide nutcase like Storming did. As the footage plays, an evil smirk crosses my lips as it all plays out once again. The sound of Storming screaming in pain and agony as Thor and I land blow after blow with our weapons upon his body . The smirk goes away as I speak out to nobody at all, except Storming who wasn’t around to hear me anyway.

“ That is what happens to those who do not abide with what the Empire of Blood really embodies Storming. You blew it BIG TIME! The whole world was about to be at you’re feet and you had to go on a personal mission for your own sake instead of letting nature take it’s natural course. “

It was true too. Tim Patrick would have paid dearly for his transgressions against Thor had Raven not “jumped the gun” and kidnapped Tim’s pregnant lover and handed her over to a brutal death the way he did. He ruined the whole plan Thor had already set up for Patrick’s dis respect . And the only good thing from Storming’s actions is it turned Tim away from EoB and on Raven himself. I for one will show no pity on Storming as Tim Patrick comes to his senses again and removes Storming from competition. The sooner the better also . I rewind the show back to the point of my own match with Damien Drake and watch it carefully noting any mistake I had made which led to my loss to the man. I spotted a few, but did not write them down, keeping them in my mind instead so it would be faster to recall than flipping through a written note pad. Slowly nodding my head I get up from the chair as I check my watch. I had to get moving . I was scheduled to meet Thor at the Phoenix Nest the next morning and I was over two thousand miles away from the place. I exit my “Dungeon” and close the heavy steel reinforced door and lock it I smile slightly knowing that this is one room that my lovig wife can’t enter unless she is with me when I come down here. My office upstairs yes, but down here? No way. There are relics of times past during my career that would frighten even Thor. Even he has not seen the true darkness I once walked in before he and I had even met. I walk up the stairs from the secluded basement where my dungeon is located and as I reach the top, I slowly open the access door and emerge from my own “Bottomless Pit” as I once described it years ago. My mind clearly focused on making sure that the training sessions with Thor and the unfortunate souls who are in that ring with us a day from now will never be the same mentally. I close the access door locking it and walk down the hallway past the gym and my office heading to the living room. Lisa is sitting on the sofa drinking a cup of coffee as I join her and sit next to her.
Lisa: Where have you been? I checked the office and the gym and you were not in either place.

Frank: I was down in the basement in my private secluded dungeon honey. The one room I cannot let you or the twins have access to. If you did have access, well just be glad you don’t for now that is.

She looks at me a bit confused .[/i ]

Lisa: You keep your porn collection down there with other stuff you don’t want me to see Frank?

Frank: The only porn I have is the vids we make together upstairs dear. I have nothing like that down there. What is there is from my past, way before we ever met. Hell way before I even met Thor actually. It's where my deep and very DARK career past is kept safe. Only person knowing that part of this house even exists is Sam to be honest. It was actually his idea in the first place.

Lisa: But why hide what was once a part of you and your career Frank? Especially from me?

Frank: Because, you may think the man who loves you so damn much and cherishes you immensely is really a got damn evil monster, capable of the most vile and cruel types of violence on others.. I promise once I return form the show in Philly, we will sit down and talk about that part of my life. I’ll even take you “down there” to show you what I have kept in that dungeon .Deal?

Lisa nods as she smiles at me.

Lisa: Deal. But I want to know it all honey. I won’t freak out if that is what is worrying you.

Frank: I know babe, now I am going to get my travel bag and get to the airport. I have to meet up with Thor before he and I fly to Philly for the show anyway..

I rise up from the sofa and go upstairs to retrieve my packed bag and come back down. I kiss her on the lips lovingly as the limo driver toots the horn. I head for the front door and look back at Lisa.

Frank: Be back home on Tuesday afternoon babe . I love you honey.

I exit the house and lock the door and get n the limo. And it drives off

< Twenty hours later, The Phoenix Nest >

I lean against the turnbuckle as Thor does the same in the other corner. The two broken bodies on the mat slowly begin to move and exit the ring. The bruises and welts on their flesh beginning to turn a deep purple hue as the blood trickles down from the cut above one of the men’s eyes I smirk as I lift a bottle of water to my mouth and take a couple sips from it. The perspiration has Thor’s hair hanging down over his face as he has his head bent down just slightly. But I could see the grin on his face anyway. As our two “opponents” walked into the shower to get cleaned up , I step from the ring and sit on a chair and start to towel off.

Frank: Just how id you manage to find eight men the exact same height and weight as Corey and Tolly in the first place Thor?
Thor: It wasn’t easy, but I managed to Frank. They did give us a pleasant work out and sparring session though.

Smirking as Thor says this, I drink some more water and then nod my head.

Frank: Yes, they id. All eight of them actually. Although they were not s hell bent as Bull and Tolly will be in Philly when the bell rings for real my friend. I feel very ready for those two s I am sure you do as well.

Thor nods and smiles over at me as he exits the ring and grabs a towel .

Thor: I say we both are more than ready for Corey and John Frank. I have not seen such an evil look in your eyes before either.

Frank: Just letting a bit of the darkness inside me out my friend. We have others coming for us and If I have to go there…

My voice trails off as Thor nods , almost knowing what I am about to say next.

Thor: Yes, things may get very serious and soon too. We need to be ready to “go there” as you say to make we can come out victorious in the end.

Thor gets up and walks towards the showers and I remain in my chair and start to think about just could transpire in the twenty four hours that lie ahead in Philly. As I look up, I see the last two men we were sparring with limp out of the shower area. They had changed into fresh clothes and where headed for the door to leave . One of them looked back in my direction and spoke just before exiting through the door.

Man: You two didn’t have to be so damn brutal with us. It was a damn sparring/training session, not a damn full blown match.

I smirk and shake my head then reply to him.

Frank: You don’t go all out training, you can’t do it in the match man. Besides, neither of us really hurt any one of you. We just knocked you around a bit. Be glad Thor and I held back as much as we did.

He finally exits and I crack an evil smile knowing Thor and I could have sent all eight of these guys to the intensive care unit if we really wanted to. Thor comes out changed and speaks before I can even say a word.

Thor: Guess he wasn’t used to getting bounced around the way we did eh Frank? Just imagine if we didn’t hold back? There would be eight very injured people in the hospital right now.

Frank : Indeed. Which is exactly the place Corey and John are about to end up after tomorrow night.

Thor grins and nods as he heads for the door himself.

Thor: I have a few errands to run. I will meet once I have completed them. When you leave to go upstairs try not to startle Paige too much . She has been nursing a slight cold and is in bed resting.

Frank: Oh, I won’t. She won’t even notice me come up and enter the guest room . but don’t be too long, we do have to fly to Philly on the red eye to be there early in the morning with enough time to relax before the show you know.

Thor: I know my friend. I’m already packed for the show in Philly anyway. Be back in a couple hours. Relax and get your mind focused on what we must do tomorrow night .

Thor exits and I am alone in the gym area . I go to get cleaned up and into fresh clothes myself. Once I exit the showers cleaned up and wearing fresh clothes I head upstairs to go to the guest room to relax and watch some television before Thor and I have to fly out to Philly later that night. One single thought was on a continuous loop in my mind……

Frank: Do Corey Bull and John Tolly really know or have the slightest suspicion just who and what the are stepping I the ring with tomorrow night?

I chuckle softly as I answer myself as my head shakes back and forth in a “no” motion.

Frank: Bull may have a suspicion, seeing is how he thinks he’s some kind of Demonic Monster. But in all reality, Corey Bull knows nothing about the dark side of myself that is about to be unleashed on same black mask that Sam has begged me to incinerate tie and time again and I still have it in my possession . And sa is right too. I don’t need it to bring back my dark side at all. I just need reach back into my mind and bring the MONSTER I once was back out. But if I did that , I’d have no soul again. But maybe , just maybe it was time to lose my soul just long enough to prove to people like Corey Bull that true evil is way more than even HE could ever handle . Yeah Corey talks like he believes he is evil. But Words mean crap next to actually doing evil deeds like I have n my past. I drop the mask in the bag as the door slowly opens and Thor walks in.

Thor: Just letting you know I am back and that dinner is about ready, hope you wanted a steak cause that is what the chef made ha, ha.

Frank: Oh, steak is fine bro. Hope you have a nice red wine to go with it ready?

Thor: As a matter of fact……. Cabernet Sauvignon. 1976 okay?

Frank: Most definitely. I’ll be down in a minute.

Thor closes the door and I hear his footsteps on the stairs as I close my bag and make sure it is secure. And head down to dinner myself. An hour or two later we will be on the plane headed to Philly. That is where the real fun for the EoB will truly begin.