Post by The Bastard Corey Bull on Mar 22, 2024 22:28:13 GMT -5
Off Camera
September 1999
Korakuen Hall
Bunkyo, Tokyo, Japan
A large man, not as tall as Bull, but large enough, walks in front of the young Bull as they approach two Asian individuals, a man in a suit and a petite but powerfully dressed woman.
Woman: Welcome to Bunkyo Mister Apocalypse. I am very happy to hear that you have returned after so long away.
Mr. Apocalypse: Oh Aoi, its so nice to see you as well. I understand this is Mr. Kaito.
Kaito: Thank you for coming to this event. I hope that it shall launch my wrestling federation with a great show.
MA: King of the Barbedwire Challenge. I was intrigued to hear that you were going to offer the winner $50,000 dollars.
Kaito: Yes. I thought it only fair after the amount of medical bills they may need to pay.
Bull smirks and chuckles. Apocalypse seems amused.
MA: My young protégé seems to think that he won’t need medical attention.
Kaito and Aoi approach Bull.
Kaito: This is the Corey Bull you spoke of on the phone?
Aoi: He is much larger than you made him seem.
MA: That is because Bull is an unknown. I was afraid you might not let him in your domed cage to play.
Kaito: Absolutely not Mister Apocalypse. He is welcome to join. However, you understand that this is the sort of match that he may not walk away from.
Bull grins.
Bull: That means the others won’t be walking away when we are done with them.
5 hours later, 19 other fighters, and a dome filled with metal, barbed wire, and every other weapon you can imagine and standing at the center holding a large trophy, is the King of the Barbedwire Challenge. Corey Bull. In the crowd, a pleased Mister Apocalypse nods his approval. This is the start of the path of the monster.
This is the reason destruction exists.
On Camera
**The Bastard. 6’10” of pissed off. 385 pounds of run you down. His eyes are predatorial, a vision of pure carnage. His large hands clench and unclench, the anxious movements of someone ready to cause pain.**
“Amber Mansley…is it strange to think that somewhere…probably the Bronx…there is a drag queen older than dirt with the same name? It just screams…fake. Kind of like every part of you Amber…even the better-looking parts.”
**A maniacal laughter erupts from a Bulls mouth…covert akin to Chucky’s laugh from the movies...just with more bass**
“Oh, Amber…what fun we are about to have. Because you fucked around and now you are about to find out. Last week you thought you could beat us…and you tried. But…you failed…you failed to put us down and our match ever happened. And since you thought a chair could put us down…you get a practice run with a hardcore match. The boss has thought it wise to place your frail little ass in the ring with us. But we can guarantee that this match will not stay in the ring…hell you will be lucky if we keep it in the same arena. Like we are going to let some useless little plastic doll whose only real gift in life is she can fool the weak-minded males whose dick run their life.”
**Bull tilts his head…almost contemplative**
“Maybe we are underestimating you. Maybe under that painted and bought and paid for exterior lies a warrior.”
**Bull licks his lips**
“And maybe we will learn to fly and shoot arrows out our ass.”
**Bull laughs another maniacal laugh. When his face settles, his eyes are black coals and his voice is something…demonic…and weaponized**
“You truly think that you are going to win simply because of who you are or who you hang out with. You are pathetic…a worthless excuse for a human. In this day and age…we have come to expect that from many. Your generation is weak…you do not know what true struggle is. You whine and bitch…you think that influencing a generation to be stupid idiots is the best way to be the next “it” girl. Your only choice is to choose the individuals that need you the most…not because you have any real talent…but because you can be noticed. And if you are noticed…they are noticed and that feeds into their crockamamy shit. There is a reality here that you are missing Amber…”
“You mean nothing to them.”
**Bulls look is darker…his face taking an eerie shape in the shifting shadows**
“The truth is that you mean nothing to anyone. You think you do…you are disillusioned by all those follows and likes…you are secretly charmed by the pats on the back from J Mont and Clyde…you even believe that you are the one influencing them. But the sad truth is that no one cares about your Youtubing, Instagraming, X’ing ass. The people that truly cared about you Amber…you beat them into the ground years ago under a flurry of bullshit and follows. Anyone from your past prior to the influencing regime you have created…well those people were tired of your bullshit a long time ago and will not be there to catch you when you fall. And neither will the rest of the lucky ones. Because Amber…”
**Bulls breath gets husky, the camera close up of his face turns black and white like a dark movie**
“...we are going to be the one that helps…you…fall. Right to the fucking bottom baby. You want to feel hardcore…you want to understand hardcore…well come on bitch!”
**Bull stretches his arms out to his side and laughs to the sky, then turns his face forward and his head tilts**
“We…are…hardcore!”
**Bull lowers his arms but his intense stare remains**
“We have been hardcore since birth…since we were able to crawl around the broken beer bottles…since we were able to escape the fucked up reality of our life and disappear into the darkness of the night…we have been and always will be….hardcore. And now you are entering our world…this is our reality. You can film it…you can live stream it…you can even twitch it. No matter how you present it and wrap it up….it still ends the same. Your bloody body broken and battered in a ring and a monster howling at the night!”
“Because D.E.A.T.H. has the answer to your questions before you even ask them Amber.”
**Bull lowers his arms and presents in a loving, huggable manner. His voice lowers, becomes more passionate and exotic. Women's ears perk up and the sound and take interest**
“It’s time to come into the fold Amber…it is time to return you to where it is you came from. Do not be mad dear…do not fret over things you can not control. This isn’t the end…merely the start of something else for you. You are the first to fall Amber…but not the last. We are the answer to all the questions you have always had….we are the solution to your problem…and we are the final bank statement you shall ever see. Smash is the end of the line for you Amber.”
“And the first D.E.A.T.H. to come.”
**Bull crosses his arms behind his back and the camera flips to white noise**