Post by Corey Bull on Nov 26, 2017 16:05:00 GMT -6
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Bull stands in a warehouse. This is his warehouse...the monster has more money then the country for crying out loud. A large oak table sits near a bar that is also of oak and well stocked. Four people sit around the table. One is Benedict Abraham Dunlap, a lawyer that is greasier then the bearings in a new car. The man doesn't look slick....he just is slick. And has been able to pull the impossible off more then once. Sitting next to him is a man that is on a lot of lists. Most of them wanted lists, because Steve Serafino is a master hacker and likes to hide in his self proclaimed fortress of solitude where cameras and most of the new age technology can't find him. Because...of course...he has hid himself with all the new age technology. Across from them is Roberto Montoya....lets just say he is in exports from a country where those exports are mostly white and snuck into the country. And last...but not least...is Bull's own sister Raven Darkhawk. Professional Assassin...former wrestler....and 6 feet of hotness. In fact...we are not sure just how related they could be. Tough call considering Bull is over 3000 years old. But hey...who knows right.
Bull walks into the room and sits down at the head of the table....in his usual seat, the electric chair.
"Okay...so where do we stand?"
Montoya leans forward.
"My confidants have located another power spot. This one is in Mexico City. One of the American companies that moved it's production into Mexico. Big steel plant, lots of melting going on. He has located a power node their."
Raven stands and unrolls a map.
"My team is preparing to move in soon. I just have to get there."
"Must be nice to teleport wherever you want to."
Raven smirks.
"It's not my fault that you got the gift of gab Benedict and I was a traveler. Now, we have located the head angel running this plant. Seems the machine didn't want to let humans do it alone, he sent down one of his liquidators as a supervisor of the plant."
Bull looks up.
"Can he be eliminated?"
"I have the gear needed thanks to Abagail. She put me in touch with one of the older guys."
Bulls mask gives her a look.
"Easy brother, he isn't older then you."
The group laughs as Bull's mask seems to become angrier.
"The gear?"
"Two Eryx shoulder launched missile launchers. Capable of going through seven feet of concrete or thirty five inches of steel plate, these will cause a lot of problems. I have 10 missiles, so two individuals from two locations will fire them. But only after I use the .950 caliber round to take out the angel."
"That's some heavy artillery."
"It is, the gun alone is eighty pounds, but not much to me. I got this."
"Serifino?"
"I have all the satellites tracked and once their is a window, the team will launch. Not a single eye in the sky will be seeing any of this."
Bull looks over the map and to each member of the team.
"Good. Make it happen. The more problems we can cause for the God-machine....the better our lives will be. We need to force it to either keep up this charade...or start war. Either way..this has to all end."
The others, except Raven, look at each other nervously
"Bull....we been at this for decades. Are we even making a dent?"
Bull stands and looks at them.
"Doesn't matter. Resistance against the crown is always going to cause a ripple. And that ripple will become a wave and soon....the crown has to either get a boat or drown."
Bull nods at Raven and she fades from sight.
"Get our ears to the ground, find the next power node and lets get things rolling. The more ripples...the bigger the wave. We have a match to get ready for."
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"So we lost...."
**Still shots of the match between The Guardians and The Harbingers is shown. Not your classic still colors, but the yellow and black of the old west. That faded photo look as Corey Bull's voice is still heard over the pictures**
"...and that's on us. We knew better. In fact, after all these years....that sort of trick is second nature and shouldn't have worked. But....sometimes our mind is more interested in other things then what it should be doing. And that is something we need to change the next time we face the Guardians. Because there will be a next time. Make no doubt about that. The Harbingers are here for a reason and this was just the first shot being fired. It was a warning shot across the nose of the Guardians. The next one will go for the heart."
**Old photos appear that replace the UCI photos. These are of the civil war. Both sides, Confederates and Union soldiers. Posing with friends. Laughing. Seemingly full of life.**
"The Civil War was a clusterfuck of excuses for fighting. Some will tell you it was all about slavery. But it wasn't. That wasn't what started all this. What really started it was a young nation that wanted to beat each other to decide the future. For most of its beginning life, the nation was on track. It knew what had to be done to achieve a certain level. But then...as that level was achieved and the beginning of the next phase appeared....thoughts of how to proceed diverged on both sides. When one sided decided it needed to get away from the other, well the other side....like an abusive boyfriend....decided it did not want it to leave. And so began a time in the nations life that it wishes it could forget. A time all these SJW's wants to make you forget. They throw up their triggered emotions and get all whiney and pissy. Well whah fucking whah."
"And this Civil War is no difference. One side with a different view of the other. Verez and her team want to win and our team wants to win. So both teams will go to war to determine whose point of view is the one that will dominate the narrative. Imagine if you will....if the confederate had won. We would have to United States....which in and of itself is an oxy moron. How would that narrative go? How would that have determined the heroes and villains of the war? It's with those thoughts that we turn to the match."
**Now Bull finally comes into focus. He sits in his electric chair, his arms resting on the arms of the chair. His eyes are dark holes of nothing....but the mask is animate with emotion of a devious nature.**
"We have been trying to figure out why Spencer hates us. Maybe it's Just the fact that he sees a threat to his control and is doing his best to put that threat down. After all....did he select our team out of a hat? Karlie Nash and the self proclaimed gold standard Jason Cross. You don't want us to win this...do you Spencer? It's alright....we have had worse odds against us before. We just have to go out and hit everything that moves."
"Lets start with good ol Loco. You know...the last time it didn't work out for out for you so well. You can go on and claim it was your partner....but Karlie did the work of that match. You failed Loco. You did your best to be all word wise and entertaining in your promo before the match....but you didn't deliver. But your promo...that irked us a little. You called us Satans kid. But that is wrong. You need to pay attention. Doing that might help you win a match or two. We are Hell's bastard son. Hell is a place....not a person. That makes us the bastard son of a powerful location. And being a bastard.....doesn't mean you were unwanted. Saying something like that is insensitive to many other bastards in the world. You probably triggered half the country. Good job Loco....good job."
"It is just too bad that their intensity is greater then yours. Maybe you should get triggered occasionally. Then you might have the ability to win a match. Then again...you will probably just need a corner with a puppy and some legos to calm yourself from the horrible realities that are in front of you. And those realities.....is that you are not near as good as you think you are. And when the bell sounds....we are going to send Loco to the same place Verez is from. Only they gonna reject your ass like a bad disease."
"It is just too bad that their intensity is greater then yours. Maybe you should get triggered occasionally. Then you might have the ability to win a match. Then again...you will probably just need a corner with a puppy and some legos to calm yourself from the horrible realities that are in front of you. And those realities.....is that you are not near as good as you think you are. And when the bell sounds....we are going to send Loco to the same place Verez is from. Only they gonna reject your ass like a bad disease."
**Bull stands now, his full height imposing to everyone**
"Now Harry....we want you to come out at the bell and take a shot. Hell...we will stand their and let you. And then we will oblige you with a receipt that will knock your frickin head off. You don't need to be scared of the mountain for the mountain to turn on you and level you...sending you back down the slope with more bumps and bruises then a battered woman's shelter. And it don't matter what sort of a team we have behind us....the sun occasioanlly shines on a dogs ass when you least expect it. So it could be Nash or Cross that does the one thing you don't expect and that is take you out of the competition. Sure....we would love to take all this on our shoulders....and probably will have to in the long run. But that is where strategy comes into play. After all...we didn't get this far on brute strength alone. Having a sharp military mind has helped as well."
"You want to step up to the biggest dawg in the yard.....then come at us and find out what happens to the other dawgs that think they can get us out of the yard. And we will bury you under the porch with the rest of the bones."
**Bull starts to pace, slowly circling the chair like a vulture**
"Verez....you are the real piece of this puzzle that we know we are going to have a problem with. You are not of this world....but still subject to the God-machine's mechanics. Which means you are still subject to our mechanics. So your not an impossible foe...just a foe we need to evaluate with a different sort of outlook. Someone that we need to dissect. What makes you tick? What is your motivations for being here and...by that account....how can we derail your momentum? Questions we think we have answered...at least as far as this match is concerned. And so we need to strategize how to remove you from the equation as quickly and efficiently as possible."
"But you did make us laugh. Your light and darkness quip. Ahh Verez...if only things were that simple. If black and white were the only colors to be concerned with. But it is the grey areas that get you...every time. And this place....this world...it is filled with grey areas. Most of them created by the minds and movements of its own inhabitants....but there are grey spots nonetheless. And we know how to exploit those grey areas. And that is what it will take to remove you from the equation. People always expect brute force from us....but when we use our mind....we watch them all turn a pale color."
"That is where your going to get your light and darkness this week Verez. When your team pales at what we are capable of."
**Bull goes to walk away...but stops and returns**
"Cross. Nash. If you two get in our way....if at anytime we feel you are not putting forth a winning effort....we will bury you ourselves."
**Bull leaves the camera as it fades out on the electric chair**
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