Post by The Bastard Corey Bull on Jan 6, 2024 23:10:52 GMT -5
Off Camera
DCI HeadquartersRepublic, Michigan
Before DCI came to this sleepy little town, no one really worked here. And by here, I mean in the town. You see, with a school, gas station, and a small general store, there wasn’t any other work. But that all changed the day that DCI bought 300 acres of land and built their mammoth facility. A twenty story office building. Several warehouses containing anything from military hardware to horticultural information. This was the brainchild of two people: Corey Bull and his sister Raven Darkhawk.
DCI means Dead Cell Incorporated. Named after the very first stable they formed many years ago, the company started as an entrepreneurial opportunity. Now, many years later, DCI has become a global phenom. And has quietly made Bull a billionaire. And to make matters worse, or better depending on what side of the bank you are swinging from, Bull has amassed a small, but powerful army. The board consists of an expert hacker, a professional booker, an assassin, a lawyer that has never lost a case, and a woman so mentally dangerous, that her looks seem to be able to kill.
Today this is where he is sitting…a board room with his board. He looks different in this setting. He looks like a cult leader with a mix of business appeal. But make no mistake…this is still the monster. The Bastard has fans and a cult following. But he is still deeply dangerous, something many people are quick to ignore because he doesn’t live under a porch or in a dungeon.
“We need to begin our primary focus on the World’s Greatest Wrestling Federation. We want to know everything we can. This is going to be our greatest contribution to the wrestling world after we are gone. We are going to find followers in the federation….people who want to be better…stronger…people who want to be more. We are going to lead them to greater heights than they could have ever imagined. But we want to make sure we have all the cards we need to play this hand correctly. So dig. Leave no stone unturned…but disturb nothing! We don’t want anyone here deciding to take a risk or play a hero…we just want the information.”
There is mumbling within the boardroom. Bull nods and the group disperses, except for the one known as Raven Darkhawk. Bull’s sister walks to him as the others leave.
“I have looked over the personnel on Smash.”
“And?”
“I think I have located at least two viable targets for your following. Lots of potential, but they lack a true direction.”
“And what makes you think they are right sister?”
“One you already know, though for a brief moment. The other…well the other can be a champion if they apply themselves better. They need to tap into their dark sides.”
Bull grins.
“Bring us the files. We think it is time to do some studying.
On Camera
**Bull stands within the confines of the steel asylum. Tan work boots and a pair of blue jeans are all that clad the muscular frame of Corey Bull. His arms are crossed and the spotlight on him seems to follow him*
“Last Chance. Seven enter the Steel Asylum…a place we are very comfortable in. And only four will go on. But before this…we have the opportunity to punch a few tickets early. Two individuals who are going to be at Last Chance….but after our match at Slam…there is no guarantee they will be in the Asylum.”
**Bull stops and leans into the turnbuckles, his back against the corner, head lowered. There is a power in his silence…a storm that seems to be building**
“The Lone Wolf. Where we live Samuel…we were taught at a young age how to deal with a wolf. A lone wolf is an outcast…a reject some say…searching for a pack. They are dangerous…and should not be given any room. When you see a lone wolf…”
**Bull raises his head and his eyes are sharp enough to cut**
“...you put it down. Because that is what is best for the animals and the people who are in the same territory as that lone wolf. Because the lone wolf is an animal that will do anything to survive. That is an animal that needs to be put down Samuel. And we will do just that. We know how…we were taught and trained to put down dangerous animals…”
**Bull grins…something far from pleasant. There is a twinkle in his eye that is borderline homicidal**
“...because we are a monster. And we enjoy putting down lonesome predators such as yourself Samuel.”
**Bull walks back towards the middle of the ring, but his cadence is steady and constant, the look on his face the same as it was before**
“And what of the Influencer…what is there to influence in this match? Not us…not unless you plan to influence us into turning you into a broken doll who is a husk of her former self…like all the other so-called TikTok stars eventually become. Broken husks…you are an influencer in your mind alone. You haven’t influenced a single thin in this federation…you have only run your pretty little mouth and tried to lure others into believing your stuff. But reality is about to settle in and it comes with fists that care little for who you think you are…for we are an equal opportunity eliminator. Maybe we can add you to the rest of the broken dolls in our collection.”
**A grin…something shark-like and predatorial**
“There once was an Influencer and a Lone Wolf. Both believed they knew the truth of their futures. But reality comes in many shapes. And on this night…it appeared as a monster willing to do anything to grind them up and spit them out. Because we are the Bastard that WGWF needs.”
**Bull smiles, turns and starts to walk away as the scene suddenly flips to white noise, eventually fading to black**