Post by Corey Bull on Sept 24, 2017 18:25:22 GMT -6
" Wrestling is a ballet of violence.”
~Jesse Ventura~
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~Jesse Ventura~
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A swirling vortex. Suddenly, planted in that hallway from grade school. You know the one, black and white tile, old oak doors with that glass you can't see through, pea green, peeling walls. The doors have faded labels, years mostly. 1999, 2003, and 2005 are the ones that are still pretty legible, if you want to call it that. And then, a door, that leads you out into a plateau. Upon it you stand, gazing out upon a world that never was and never should be, yet exists inside one mind. A world that makes the hell of reality seem like a Sunday picnic with your loved one.
A large swamp covers one area to the left of you. Trees larger then the redwoods of California, but crooked and creepy, raise up out of the swampland. Snakes as long as half a football field are hanging in some trees, twisting around trunks to disappear into the murky waters. The canopy rustles and two large black wings, wings that seem to be torn and decayed, rise into the air. In one swish of the wings, a large black dragon rises into the air, curling a few circles before it lands on the plateau. Large, rotting horns curl from its head as it moves forward. Its enormous wings rest at it sides and it's eyes seem blind, but it sees all. This is Vengeance.
Though you are being eyed by a large black dragon, your eyes go to the river that flows across from you. It is more tar then water, bubbling and dripping along, rather then flowing. Across a river of black tar, in a city that resembles the decaying skeleton of a gigantic beast, two winged creatures approach. One is made of living fire, black fire wings surrounding a monster with red eyes. His opposite, an albaster creature with black feathered wings and matching red eyes. Strapped across both their backs are swords, swords that seem to be twins and opposites as these creatures seem to be. The brothers, Hatebringer and Lifetaker.
A chuckle makes you turn around. The door you walked through is no longer present. In its place, upon a throne made of soda cans and XXX magazines sits a boy of about seven. But don't let that fool you. His eyes speak of a knowledge far greater then his body seems to insist. Surrounded by topless women in wrestling tights, he is the libido and deviousness of the group. This is Bully.
Two motorcycles come roaring from the far side, riding right over the river as if it is not there. The upon it seem to be the same, yet different. In fact, aside from the dragon, you can see that all these individuals seem to be the same person, but different in their own ways. The one that steps off the bike is Pittbull, the rebellious nature. The other is B, the military aspect of this monster. Things are going faster now, the world that you are in has become more violent. Thunder cracks in the air and lightning strikes. From that blast, casually walking towards the group, is a ten foot tall werewolf, a large battle axe over his shoulder. A part from deep within the instinctual and predatory part of the mind. Sirius.
The group stands before you, your back to the river. You can hear it bubbling and brewing, but you are stuck in place. No sound can seem to shake you, no motion seems to break this deer in the headlights stare you have. And then, you snap out of it as you see all heads look behind you. And from the black tar river comes a warrior. A large black helm sits upon his head, an elephant killer axe in his hand. Black chain mail sits upon his body and a large and terrifying warhorse at his side. A sinister smile sits behind the mask, eyes as cold as the Artic stare out. The Dark Hero.
This contingency of multiple personalities resides in one twisted mind.
They do not share power...they are power.
Together....chaos is their tool and they wield it with deadly proficiency.
Together...they destroy any and all that step before them. Physically...mentally...emotionally.
Welcome to the mind of the monster...The hope for UCI. The Cure for the Plague that resides here. The Cancer that shall end it all.
Don't be afraid.
Be terrified.
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**Swirling vultures fill the sky, then a long, drawn out scream is heard. Then a black screen, a swirling of images that stop at a man in an electric chair with a single bulb above him. That man, is the monster that is The Hatebringer Corey Bull.**
"We remember the first time we killed a man. It was in an underground fight. We broke his neck...slowly. We could feel every little crack...every little crunch of bone...and we could tell that everyone watching could hear it too. If we had had a microphone...we would have held it up to his neck.
We wanted them to know....
we wanted them to understand....
that this is slow, this is painful....
and this is the worse way to die.
To know that it is coming...to flail desperately and to be unable to stop it. To watch yourself being murdered....it was so intimate."
**Bull grins, then chuckles, something so simple still sounding so dark**
"But that was long ago. And we had to....evolve...if we were to survive in this world. To become something more violent, with only a little less murder. That was when we entered the King of the Barbedwire Challenge. Twenty men inside this massive structure of steel and barbed wire. We walked out the victor of that match...we tore people open and watched grown men cry. We saw eyeballs pop out...saw gashes large enough you could stuck your hand into someones midsection. It was...glorious....violent...breath taking. It was the beginning of a brave new venture for us."
"A venture we have dominated."
**Bull stands and walks as he talks, slowly circling the chair, as if it was a dying creature and he was the vulture**
"Now we have arisen once more. Risen to accomplish what so many are either too weak or too scared to do. To break the proverbial eggs that need to be broken. And the bones. And the bodies. But we are not crazy..not in the usual sense....no, we are unique. For we are one and we are many."
"Confused?"
"Don't worry....the confusion and the pain will be all over with soon. Though....by soon we mean when we say it is over. After all....we don't have to beat all you fuckers, do we? No...though that would be fun. We just have to bear whoever it is they put in front of us. And whoever we feel like beating. And maybe a few random people just to be sure. Hell, the reality is that we probably will just beat all you fuckers for the hell of it. Since we don't no who specifically we shall target first......and we don't like to bore the masses....why spend time talking about each one of you....if you mean so little in the grand scheme of things."
**Bull stops, resting his hand on the arm of the electric chair, a dark twinkle in his eye**
"We only need to be more viscous...more visceral...then whoever it is they throw in front of us. And it won't matter if it is a man....a woman....straight, gay, or confused. We are going to create a work of art with their body. Their screams will be the beginning...the cries of pain filling the ears of the fans. The breaking of their bones.....the snapping of tendons.....the tearing of muscles....their blood falling to the mat. It will be a tapestry like none ever seen."
"Too much?"
**Bulls maniacal laughter fills the room**
"Your right...that was probably over the top...but who the fuck cares. We are a violence machine....the more you feed us...the more we will relish in the gore. It really is that simple. You keep sending us the bodies....we will keep filling the bags. We don't care if your the World Heavyweight Super Champion of all Eternity....or the guy that shines his jock. We are an equal opportunity ass kicker and we give no shits about where you came from...who you are...or who you blew to be chosen to go against us. We are going to beat each fuckerr down that stands before us. We will fight until there isn't a breath left in our competition. Because we are what UCI needs. And our ways is exactly the way that UCI needs."
**Bull looks at the camera, a fire in his eyes and a shark toothed grin on his face.**
"One murder....slowed down. An entire life in the span it takes to snap a twig."
"Crack.....crunch...snap!"
**Bull laughs that maniacal laugh, then a long scream is heard as the screen goes to circling vultures and then black and finally fades out**
