Post by The Bastard Corey Bull on Feb 24, 2024 20:09:34 GMT -5
Off Camera
216 BC
Battle of Cannae
Bull sits mounted upon a large black warhorse. Next to him sits Raven Darkhawk on a slimmer but still impressive horse of her own. Another man sits next to his left. His name is Hannibal and his war on Rome wages before him. Romes largest field army ever assembled sits on the field and is throwing wave after wave at Hannibal’s smaller forces. A subordinate rushes to Hannibal’s side.
“Sir! The left flank is going to fall. We cannot sustain this battle. We must retreat.”
Hannibal is a smart man and he seems convinced. Bull places a hand on his shoulder and shakes his head.
“We knew these forces would come. We have prepared for them.”
Bull slides his black horned helm on, it’s eyes seemingly light up with fire and the horns eager for blood. Bull lifts his elephant-head axe, an axe with an almost unwieldy head too large for average men, and kicks his charger into gear. Bull yells and several cavalry units follow his charge into the left flank, but the carnage of Bull and his axe stands out even on this field of death. Raven turns her horse to the archers and begins to yell commands. Arrows fill the sky and more Romans find their end. Raven takes up a bow that looks as if it was built from bones. She slides three arrows in between her fingers and knocks one.
“Where are you?”
Her eyes scan the field and she finds them, the commanders. Her bow rises and an arrow flies, but Raven reloads so fast that the first arrow is barely away when the second just misses the feathers of the first as it is knocked and pivoted to another direction and fired. The third is also free and just as she lowers her bow, three Roman commanders that are impossible distances from her are dead, black shaft arrows protruding from vitals. Raven turns to her archers.
“Accendit ignes!”
On cue, fires begins to be lit and flaming arrows launch in rows, the flames tracing throw the sky to find Roman soldiers. In the center of the battle, a Roman warrior stands out with a large sword. Raven takes note and speaks to the wind.
“Alastor, center line.”
Bulls cavalry charge have turned the tide on the left flank, forcing the Roman’s to use shield cover from the devastating attacks. Bull pulls out and his demonic gaze lands on the center line and the warrior. The horns seem to eagerly pull towards the warrior. One word leaves through gritted teeth.
“Gabriel…”
Bulls charger plows throw friend and foe, the axe covered in blood and gore leading the way. Bull pulls up and steps off his horse in one motion and immediately the sword and axe clang overhead and time seems to stop.
“Alastor..”
“Gabriel…”
To be continued
On Camera
**He is many things. Epic. Enormous. Ever ready. But what makes the Bastard stand apart from others? His mind. No longer are we in the Northwoods, the boiler room, or the bowels of an arena or even within a tomb of a lost love. Instead we open to an old film reel and the deep and sinister, but velvety voice of the Bastard. We see footage of tuberculosis patients**
“Feeling down and out…like you can’t bring yourself to do your best? Then D.E.A.T.H. has the answer for you.”
**Prisoners in an old black and white are ushered into a dark prison**
“Suddenly have no control of life and the way you’re living it? Then D.E.A.T.H. has an answer for you.”
**We see a black and white film of an electric chair as a man is strapped in. His face is covered with a black mask and electrodes attacked. Just before the flick, we hear the voice of Bull**
“In the dark about your life and not ready for any shocks? Then D.E.A.T.H. has the answer for you.”
**No shocky-shocky for you as we flip to the Bastard himself. He stands in an empty arena in the ring**
“You see….D.E.A.T.H. is always the answer to the question. And the question…does not matter. What does it all mean…what is this nonsense Bull is spouting out? Well we will tell you… better yet show you…what we are talking about.”
**Bull turns to the massive screen and a replay of the ending of Ultimate X match is shown**
“See Clyde…you’re only kind of the champion. If it wasn’t for your little band of misfit toys…you wouldn't be champion. The Fortunate Ones took advantage of the rules…a smart play by all accounts…”
**Bull returns his vision to the camera and his face tells a story of driven and precise anger**
“…And we are bringing you your receipt. The announcers that night…the chill that drove up and down their spine…they knew what the look in our eyes meant. Repercussions are coming Clyde….”
**Bulls angry face gets a shark tooth grin**
“And they are coming. For you and for those jackwagons you call friends. Just a bunch of wanna be rich brats that believe they are better than everyone else and that there are no consequences to your actions. People like you make us sick….people like you try to take from hard working fuckers like us. We may have money…but we still put in more work before 6 am then you put in all day Clyde. You and that punk ass Jmont. Two clichés of the wrestling world…mama's boys stuck to the tit because that is where the golden goose is. You don’t have any clue of what battle and war really is.”
**Bulls grin gets sinister**
“But D.E.A.T.H has the answers Clyde…we have always been and will always be. You are a blip on the radar of the X-Division Championship…a blip we are going to wipe out. But we haven’t forgotten the rest of your rejects…we have plans. No one will know when…where…or what. But D.E.A.T.H will have the answer.”
Off Camera
Bull and Gabriel stand face to face, time moving like molasses around them.
“What does it want here?!?!”
“Hello Alastor. It’s time I brought you home. For he owns everything on this pile of mud.”
A tilt of the head, a mocking scoff.
“You are bringing us nowhere Gabriel.”
Gabriel shrugs.
“Then a corpse you shall be.”
Bull and Gabriel begin an epic war. Bull uses his axe head like a shield and blocks blows from Gabriel’s sword. Gabriel moves with a speed unknown to man, trying to poke holes in the defense of Bull. Suddenly, a sound that seems to shatter reality is heard as Bull slams his axe head flat against the chest of Gabriel and sends him flying to the ground. The angel stands, blood dribbling from his mouth.
“Well played brother.”
“We are not your brother. Our conscious is clear. We think for ourselves…you obey.”
“Don’t you understand how the real world works Alastor? No one thinks anymore, they just do.”
Bull swings the axe, his blade slicing through the air to hit stone as Gabriel leaps back, tips his head and hand and grins.
“Till we meet again brother, stay sharp!”
Soldiers pour around Gabriel, obscuring his escape. Bull fights on, wading through the wave of Romans. Many died that day, but from the eyes of Bull, it still wasn’t enough to sate his rage.
On Camera
**Bull has his fingers locked together, leaning on the top rope**
“D.E.A.T.H. is many things Clyde. It is a group…an idea…a battle cry. You call this a recruitment speech…you can call it a warning. Frankly Clyde…we don’t give two shits what you call anything. The fact remains…we are coming to take off your head and remove the title from your waist. You do not deserve it…you didn’t earn it. If JMont doesn't come to the ring dressed like a two dollar security guard...you would be looking up at someone else holding the title. If that bitch doesn't come to the ring...that shit doesn't start to get twisted. The Fortunate Ones are about to become victims of unfortunate events. It starts with you Clyde…it starts with you.”
**Bull chuckles**
“And if there are any other like minded individuals out there ready to be at the top…ready to stand out from the pack and be a part of something special….you know where to find us.”
**Bull lowers his head and the lights all fade out, but the big screen lights up with the word DEATH…then it stacks out to form other words**
Destroy
Everything
And
Take
Honor