Post by The Bastard Corey Bull on Nov 11, 2023 23:25:15 GMT -5
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It all started with a fight…Some prison you’d never want to be in, 1996
“He’s young to be in your prison.”
The man with the large black hat and trench coat tossed the file into the desk. It was one of those big fancy desks all the southern prison wardens bought in the late 80s, trying to look all regal as they ruled over a shit sandwich. This guy was no different. His greased back hair and 1950s curly villainy mustache screamed asshole.
“Mister Apocalypse, I can assure you he is what you have looked for. Shouldn’t have been arrested at all, the boy was protecting his mom from the father. Broke so many bones in the old man, they poured him into the body bag.”
“And how did you get him?”
“He matched all of your requirements. I paid good money to get him pushed through, given the crapiest public defender and sent here so that you could see him. He’s not missing if I don’t report it.”
Even the man’s chuckle is greasy. The man known as Apocalypse stands. His voice is the sort of voice that haunts nightmares.
“Do. Not. Fuck. With me.”
Each word seems to be spoken through grit teeth. The smile of the warden disappears.
“I can…what I mean to say is…fffff”
“Stop. Show me.”
The warden runs his hands over his hair, then lifts a remote and turns on the big screen. The tv comes to life and shows a younger, rawer version of Corey Bull dismantling some prisoner who may or may not deserve it. He stops the video and smiles towards Apocalypse the way a child smiles for approval.
“Where is he?”
“Solitary.”
“He disappears from the prison system effective tomorrow.”
A very thick envelope hits the table. Money spills out.
“Do what you must, make it efficient and as legal as you can. The rest is yours.”
That’s how it began…that’s how we were taken by one of the most ruthless warlords on the planet…and turned into a weapon.
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“Follow me…”**A black rabbit hops through the arena at an ungodly speed, the camera struggling to keep up as we flow into the lower realms of the arena. Down here everything has an eerie feeling. The piping that runs the ceiling, electrical wiring and harnesses, junction boxes and gauges. All of it seems to be directly from a horror movie. And deeper into the bowels still stands a large monster in a large room. No boiler, that would be cliche. The solid gray bricks that make up the walls are eerie enough.**
“There was a time…a time when our name was associated with many things. Brutality…horror…destruction…hate. Regardless of the words…you always knew what was going to happen when we entered the fight.”
**Bulls large frame casually moves around the room, his eyes looking up and over, as if he is constantly surveying the land, like a large, hungry predator**
“We eliminate the competition with a degree of....aggression saved for the largest of predators. But it isn’t the one you are thinking of…”
**Bulls laugh is icy….and venomous **
“Not a lion or a wolf…for they require the pack or the pride. We are more like the orca. Odd right…but we are both the same. We are killers…we are destructive…and sometimes we just assault helpless seals for the hell of it.”
**That icy laugh…but with something more sinister behind it**
“Wolves answer to the alphas. The lionesses answer to the male. But an orca pod? They hunt and feast AS EQUALS!”
**Out of the darkness is what seems like many voices yell “AS EQUALS!” Bulls smile is devilish mixed with predatory.**
“You see we didn’t come here to just rule the roost. That would be…too simple. What fun is there in that! No no no. We came here to find the believers. The ones who know they are the next star…the ones willing to go that extra mile…suffer that extra pain…leave more blood on the mat. Those are the ones we want to hunt with…those are our orcas. And we shall find them…one by one…and bring them into the fold.”
“And orcas they shall be…”
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Sometime before 2000
A young, but large Corey Bull squats a sick amount of weight up and down. This isn’t a gym though…it’s more like a metal shop. Sparks fly, hammers slam hot metal, and fire breaths out of tubes. And Bull continues to squat. The amount of weight on his shoulders seems inhumanly possible. The man known as Apocalypse walks around him, his black duster wavering casually behind him, his large brimmed hat slightly dipped over his face.
“You are strong Bull. Aggressive. Violent to the core. But you lack discipline.”
A kendo stick that you didn’t know he had slaps Bull’s thigh severely hard. He doesn’t flinch, just continuing to lift the weights.
“You must learn to harness that hate. The anger, the violence, all of these are keys to becoming one of the greatest champions of all time. The ability to deliver mass damage and take it, that is what makes you unique. But if you can’t learn control and strategy, you will be just another thug.”
Again the kendo slaps across a thigh, then the back. The eyes of Bull read like a book, the kind that is built on pain and anger. Apocalypse nods approvingly.
“Good. Feed off of that anger. I want you to get pissed. I want you to reach farther then your limit. You can think of me and feel about me as you wish. But, you will maintain control! I can teach you control. I can teach you all about strategy thanks to the greatest warrior minds of history. But I can’t teach you that raw power you have. Stick with me Bull, and no one will be able to stop you.
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“We held him so close….”
**It is a whisper that hits like a scream, as if the most dangerous of animals learned to talk.**
“...it was a fight he knew he couldn’t win. We had our arm wrapped around his head...his body lacked the strength to stop our will. And slowly…oh so slowly…we turned our arm. We enjoyed each and every small click...and then it was over with a snap. Like a sack of potatoes…this so called warrior mattered no more. It is the same way we see this Gideon King.”
**Back in the bowels, Bull sits in a chair that closely resembles an electric chair, sans headpiece**
“Who is Gideon King? Short answer…nobody. No one we care for…no one we care about. You are just another bump that needs to be leveled before we can continue on to greater things. You are just an end to a means…a justification for our violence this week. Call it what you want…but you have already failed.”
**Bull stands and walks a few steps towards the camera. There is a light chanting that can only be slightly heard right now**
“Can you hear them Gideon? Those are the ones that follow the rabbit…orcas in our pod…lost souls that fly with us. They are watching…they just do not know they are so. They are among us…walking in the shadows…in the ring…in the back. They will feel this pull…it is the natural pull one gets when they are near something… phenomenal. Soon...it shall come to pass…WGWF doesn’t even understand what is happening. They think they are judging us….they think this is a test to see their new toy. But this toy…is not safe for anyone. And you will learn this first hand Gideon…you have been given the green light to be utterly destroyed. We see nothing in you…just a man who believes he is the next great thing.”
“We enjoy individuals such as yourself the most Gideon…you are the greatest to destroy slowly. Like that man so long ago…we will listen to each snap as you are taken apart. Every moment will be printed on your mind…it will be a lesson you will never forget.”
**Bull grins…something that is not pleasant**
“Your end is here.”
**Bulls chuckle and laughter are hideous as the camera snaps to white noise**