Alex Dillinger
Posts : 465 Join date : 2012-12-06 Age : 38 Location : Los Angeles, CA
| Subject: Corey Bull [vs] Zeven Zion Wed Jul 17, 2013 10:51 pm | |
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Corey Bull
Posts : 45 Join date : 2013-02-19 Age : 47
| Subject: Re: Corey Bull [vs] Zeven Zion Mon Jul 22, 2013 1:35 am | |
| ”Civilize the mind….make savage the body!” b] Source Unknown
The mask. We remember the day when we first got the mask. Everything began to make sense then. It was more then a way to cover who we are, for we were not truly hiding anything. But it was a means to project ourselves. Fear? It was never about fear. If someone felt fear from a simple head piece, then that was more of a personal issue then us wearing the mask. It was a way to allow the world just a small window into our mind. The mask is a representation of the pain that dwells inside. It is a miserable feeling, and we enjoy using that to tear into our enemies. To make everyone we come into contact with feel that pain that we feel everyday. To show those that stand before us the true face of hate. Watching them squirm ,watching them tremble…pleasure is what that is. Pure pleasure.
When Apocalypse first placed the mask on us, it was like a rush of pure adrenaline. Like every fiber in our being became an instant sparkplug. Like thousands of volts were running over our frame. We put us in the trunk, and we rode for hours in the trunk with no idea where we were going or for what. When he let us out, we were at some party. Headbangers, Goths, all sorts of metal heads and emo freaks. Apocalypse looked at them, turned to us and told us to destroy anything in front of us, but not to chase any. We were to only fight those that had the guts to stand up to us. It was a truly brutal and bloody night. But it was our first lesson. Fear is a wasteful kill. You want the ones that come back for more. They always are a tastier, sweeter kill. They make the fight and pain worth it all.
~We open to a darkened landscape. The rain is falling down hard across a tin roof. It beats a rhythm to the listener of a simpler time, a time when man simply killed cause he had to, cause he could. Lightening bolts crack across the sky, revealing the large monstrous frame of Corey Bull as he continues to walk in the storm. Deeper and deeper into the woods, well past the point of safety. Suddenly, there is no rain, and the camera sees that it is below a large tree. The rain still falls outside, but not under the boughs of this ancient pine. A sudden twist and the camera is lens to eye with Bull~
”Really…a punk bitch that kicks people in the balls is the number one contender? How the fuck did we lose to this guy?! No….this is a misplacement of justice. Kicking people in the baklls, when the fuck did this become a legal move. We are going to hafta wait till Aries isn’t looking and then kick him in the balls. We are gonna turn him into a fucking human football.
At least the boss knows how to let a monster release his frustrations. We don’t give a shit who this Zion person is.
…..DOESN’T MATTER….
…..will never mater…..
…..your existence is no longer required…..
We are not coming to this ring to be in the ring. We are coming to just beat the living hell out of you and turn you into a human snuff reel! People are going to watch us publicly execute you in front of millions of viewers. Your blood is going to spray back into the nose bleed seats! Wrestling….there will be NONE OF IT! This is going to be a straight up lesson to people that piss us off. We don’t care who the hell is watching or who is offended. This is a warning! No….fuck that…this is a STATEMENT!
….a clear act of war…..
…..declaration of destruction…..
….a constitution of catastrophe…..
Monday is going to a slaughter. Nothing pretty, nothing even remotely related to a wrestling match. Just a mess. We are sick and tired of this and it is time to show everyone that we are not going to stand by and let people walk over or around us. You reap what you sow you mother fuckers and it is time we reaped the hell out of some of you!”
~Bull turns and disappears into the swamp as the storm continues to rage on and we fade to nothing.~
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