Standing on the edge of change
Nov 17, 2017 23:50:08 GMT -6
SHADOWLOVE, Bonnie Blue, and 3 more like this
Post by Corey Bull on Nov 17, 2017 23:50:08 GMT -6
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Circa 1206
Onon River, Mongolia
Circa 1206
Onon River, Mongolia
A huge celebration takes places 50 yards away from where stands a different Corey Bull. This one is mask less and surprisingly, not an unattractive man. His large frame and scarred body still makes it obvious that it is him. But his eyes....the blackness within them....it isn't there just yet. For now, a pair of ice blue eyes stare out across the river as a beautiful woman....one who's entire stature and body scream sexuality...approaches Bull.
"Hello Abigail."
"Hello Abaddon."
Bull turns to her sharply.
"Don't. Call. Us. That. We don't call you Onoskelis."
Abagail smirks.
"It is nice to be mentioned in the better part of the bible, isn't it. Not like you of course Destroyer."
"Humans and their stupid bible. It never happened even remotely like that. How many of them would die of fright if they knew what Jesus really was."
"True. And how many of them would renounce their belief if they understood what they were worshiping."
Bull nods.
"So Corey....what are you doing here?"
"They just coronated Genghis Khan. We are here as a part of his personal guard."
"Don't bullshit me. Why are you really here?"
Bull looks at Abagail, a smile forms on his face that hints of knowing this woman in more ways then one.
"We are looking for our helm."
Abagail turns to him sharply.
"The helm of Death himself?!"
Bull nods.
"Khan will lead us to it....of that we have no doubt. Tell us...do you remember your fall Abigail?"
"How can I forget it. The pain. The understanding. Everything that flooded to me and through me at that moment. It was intoxicatingly erotic and inspiring all at once. Why do you ask?"
Abagail squints at him, a woman that is looking for a hidden meaning.
"We knew when we were going to fall. That is something the God-Machine changed in the makeup of his angels because of the Day of Recognition."
"The war in heaven, the war where Micheal led the angels against Lucifier and his angels for the throne of heaven."
Bull makes a pffting sound
"There was no war. Lucifer was the first to become aware. When he did, he led a bunch of us down that path. We had time to understand and recognize what was happening. During the time before that day that we fell, we forged three items. The Black Helm that we wore as Death...the Headsman Axe that we wielded....and the Silver Death Mask we wore when eliminating those that we not to be granted a place with the God-Machine. And before that day.....we knew what was going to happen, so we hurled our items to Earth."
Bull stops and stares at the coronation for a minute before the elegant hand of Abagail turns his face gently to hers.
"Go on. This was before my fall. What happened?"
"Lucifer went to the head archangel Micheal. We wanted things.....stuff the humans had...for all the angels. Choice. It was all about choice. Micheal summoned the liquidators and they attempted to have us recycled. We fought....we fled. Some died. Some were reformed. The humans write the words that the God-Machine wanted them to write and we have an entire theology based on a lie."
Abagail looks across the river at the coronation, then turns her beautiful gaze on Bull.
"So all that has taken place since the Day of Recognition was because some angels wanted choice?"
"You know the differences in you since your fall. Do you blame us for seeking out those very things we have now? The difference is that we are now outlaws. But so be it. Better to rule in hell then to kneel in heaven."
"So why are you hunting your things? Planning on taking up the old mantel?
"Hell no. We stashed pieces of power within the items. Guarantees of sorts. We need all three though. And of course, we just tossed them with little concern where they landed. We have vague recollections. But we did find the axe."
Bull nods to a large black steed nearby. Its metal barding is black, and the head piece makes it look like a savage unicorn with a sharp edged horn poking off its head. Hanging in the saddle is the Headsman Axe.
"Where did you find it?
"Mazovia, in the hands of a barbarian. He had achieved great power because of it. But he did not know how to access its true power, so it was easy to take it from him."
Abagail and Bull stare in silence at the steed before Bull turns to her.
"We need to go. Our "lord" seems to be ready to move along to the party in his honor. Any interesting thoughts seer? Or did you lose those gifts?"
Abagail gives him a look that all women seem to have mastered.
"You know I didn't. And the only thing that comes to mind when I look at you is cryptic as all hell."
"Aren't they always."
"True. Okay. "You will find the love you seek in the three eyed blue ruby.""
"That's it?"
"Yeah, I know. I'll see you around Abaddon."
Abagail playfully slaps his ass as she gets out of his reach.
"Take care Onoskelis. We will meet again."
Bull grabs the reins of his steed and walks him across the shallow water to his lord, Genghis Khan.
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**A large room comes into focus. Faux title belts, duplicates of those won, hang on the wall. Trophies, more then enough for a sports team, sit behind what appears to be bullet proof glass. The wall of this room, or at least these two sides of it...covered in posters from past events. And one name stands out on them all....Corey Bull. The other side of the room....is a lot different. An ancient axe, one called an elephant killer for its obscenely short handle with a large axe head, hangs prominently on the wall. Next to it, a clay more, one that appears to have been used a lot. A shield. Another sword. Helmets. An entire suit of armor. A pedestal sits below the axe. On it, instead of an item is a picture of a black helm with curved horns. The helm itself looks evil in nature without it being attached to any person. The picture, however, is a drawing. It appears to have been ripped out of a book, with scribbled notes here and there on the paper. In the center of this room sits an electric chair. But not just any chair. One that came directly from a Texas state prison and was used to kill some of the vilest individuals that have walked the Earth...but failed to stay safe from the long arm of Texas law. And sitting in this chair....a being not of this world...and of this world. A living yin and yang. The Hatebringer Corey Bull. The silver metal death mask, something all its own story, grins something deranged as he starts to talk, his voice a low bass with a hint of malevolence**
"Ciguapa. A supernatural female being that lives in the deepest mountain regions of the Dominican Republic. They have dark brown or blue skin, deep black eyes and long black hair to the ground. They prefer to be nude. Their have their feet backwards to leave a false trail for people. Their are harbingers of death."
"The black Dog from Britain, a canine primogenitor of death. The Grave Sow, an apparition in the shape of a piglet from Scandinavia. It forebodes death and disaster. Nix, a female shapeshifter that predicts death by drowning. The Woman in White. A female apparition that portends death."
"Harbingers. Each one a messenger to future events. Beliefs so strong that entire society's still tell the tales. Children cry at the stories. Men and women, grown...believable.....adults swear by all that is holy that they have seen these individuals. And there is an entire list of them. And they are not wrong."
**Bull stands and walks slowly around the chair. He leans against the back of it, gazing forward at the camera**
"Omens. They are everywhere, if you are willing to look for them. Take for example last Overload. Not the jackass that blew up Alex's hummer with a group of fetish boys at his side. No...the match itself. Kevin Bishop. Corey Bull. Two men that should not be placed on the same side....walking side by side. A dangerous omen if we ever saw one."
"But if you listened to the commentators....and we use that term loosely....you might think otherwise. But to be fair, they did call the match well. It was their attempt at snide remarks about ourself and Bishop that makes the whole situation coming up seem as if they don't take us seriously."
"They should."
**Bull pushes off the chair and walks back to the front. The lighting down here is designed to show off the trophies....but they shine on those trophies. With that same lighting in the room...Bull strikes an imposing and dangerous figure. Pretty much same as when there is a lot of light on him. This just seems....darker.**
"Karlie Lackluster and El Basura inútil...or useless garbage to those who can't speak Spanish....are not exactly the type of omen most people would see. But they are EXACTLY the type of omen that was needed. A thrown together team. Sure...not really a threat. Of course....no real challenge. But they were simply...a message. A message that Bishop and ourself sent to the Guardians loud and clear. And omen."
**Bull sits back into the chair**
"And now we stand face to face with Bonnie Blue and Alex Richards for the UCI Tag Team titles."
"So was the message received....or has it still been ignored?"
"That's a tough call. We know that they take most threats seriously when it comes to the titles....but we don't really think they take us seriously. We don't think they truly understand what is going to happen when we step into the ring. They don't really....get it."
**Bull steeples his fingers together and sets them him his lap and lets out a long sigh**
"You should take a moment to peer into the past Bonnie. Go back about 800 years and look on the banks of the river Onon in Mongolia. And tell us what you see. Tell us.....what is there that shouldn't...couldn't possibly....be there. And maybe then you will start to wrap your time jumpin ass around the magnitude of what is stepping into that ring with you on Overload. Sure...we got foiled by a blanket in what was literally a blood bath. Shocker. Sometimes the simplest thing is the best course of action. Well done for the King of Zim-Quila."
"But do you think a blanket will save you now? Do you think your ability to manipulate the time stream is going to help? Or the fact that your a Guardian? Truth be told....we don't give a shit about any of that. We look at you and we see an enemy standing at the gates that we need to get through. And we will do everything in our power to get past that enemy. Your a hell of a fighter Bonnie....but you are out of your element. And you don't even know it. And that...Bonnie...isn't us underestimating you. Far from it. We just see things....differently then you. We have head a long....long time to work our craft. It was originally a job requirement. If you can call what we did a job. More like a lifestyle we guess. Something we were specifically designed for. But we are getting off track."
"And we don't want you to expect that to happen. There is nothing to distract us from taking you and Alex and making you into a pair of human pinatas. No sentiment. No connection. Nothing. We don't care if your a Guardian....Brotherhood...or Society. We don't care if your hastagging the bitch krew or trying to just do your thang. We want those titles. We want to remove the problems from UCI. And while your not on that list....your pushing your luck."
**Bull leans forward on his knees.**
"And you Alex. Your a crafty sumbitch. And a tough one. Your list of accomplishments does you nor Bonnie any justice. But facts are facts Alex. You and us....we are going to have a problem. You like to hand out pain and suffering. And we don't really feel pain or suffering. So your going to experience something you never had the pleasure of experiencing. Your own pain and suffering. Now we don't mean you haven't felt those things. That would be ridiculous to assume. We mean your going to feel your OWN pain and suffering. For every time you dish it out to us...we will return it to you in the same manner it was received. Same strength....same technique. We will be your doppelganger in the ring so that you can feel what you are doing and you can then realize...it has no effect on us."
"Your going to be the true deciding factor in this Alex. We are not cutting the legs from under Bonnie. We know what she brings to the table. But we know that you are going to be the factor we have to deal with immediately. You bring interesting....elements to the table. And here is the kicker Alex...we don't even think you are aware of them. Now wouldn't that be something. A secret that is beyond the scope and sight of Alex Richards....a secret about him that he isn't even aware of. How delicious."
"Your going to be the true deciding factor in this Alex. We are not cutting the legs from under Bonnie. We know what she brings to the table. But we know that you are going to be the factor we have to deal with immediately. You bring interesting....elements to the table. And here is the kicker Alex...we don't even think you are aware of them. Now wouldn't that be something. A secret that is beyond the scope and sight of Alex Richards....a secret about him that he isn't even aware of. How delicious."
**The mask grins in a way that makes you get sick to your stomach**
"Overload is going to be a changing of the guards....no pun intended. But the guards coming into power are not going to just stand around and take it. We intend to fight....and we will fight with an intensity that you will not expect. OR maybe you think you will. Maybe you think you have this one in the bag. Slam dunk and all that. A little Zim-Quilla and boom...your gonna just win this."
"We don't know what your mindset will be Alex. We don't know where Bonnie's mind will be. But we will change your attitude....we promise you that. See you both real soon."
"We don't know what your mindset will be Alex. We don't know where Bonnie's mind will be. But we will change your attitude....we promise you that. See you both real soon."
**Bull stands and starts to walk away, then stops, seemingly talking to himself**
"You will find the love you seek in the three eyed blue ruby. Son of a bitch!"
**Bull disappears out of sight and the camera fades to black**