Post by The Bastard Corey Bull on Apr 19, 2024 22:29:05 GMT -5
Off Camera
“You always game for kicking the shit out of posts?”
“It helps us focus.”
“Alastor, focus is the last thing you need. What you need to do is stop working on this focus and release yourself to the hunt again.”
Bull grins and looks at her.
“Did you find what we needed?”
“He’s clean…not one of the God Machine’s minions. He might have been one of us at one time. Hard to tell…us devils have found so many ways to hide in plain sight.”
Bull nods.
“And the others?”
“Those two…they are definitely not working for the other side. But…I can’t rule out the other ones you asked about.”
“Kind of figured. Seems like the kind of scum the God Machine would be using to syphon shit with.”
Raven nods.
“I agree. Either way, you make the statement.”
Bull smiles as he moves to a new post.
“Already made the call.”
On camera
“Sometimes it is about the moment…”
**The bass of The Bastard's voice rolls out of the darkness.**
“...sometimes it is about something more.”
**The lights come up slowly to the arena where Night One of WrestleWars occurred. The crew is cleaning up the floor, lightbulbs are being changed and the arena is getting prepared for Night Two of WrestleWars in AT&T Stadium in Dallas, Texas. In the ring is the shirtless, tattooed, muscular frame of Corey Bull. The Bastard is holding a rope in his hand, the same type that is used for Bull Rope matches and to be honest, it looks small. Bull has it wrapped halfway up his arm and is slowly wrapping it as he walks around the ring. His gait is slow, and methodical...the wrapping is the same**
“Sometimes you do it for the love of the sport. Sometimes…sometimes you do it for the love of the damage you are about to cause. We do it for all those reasons and more.”
**Bull stops the pacing and turns towards the camera**
“We have seen things over our many years. Wars fought for trivial reasons…wars fought for the right reasons…and wars just fought. You see Rocco…we fight because we can. Win or lose…our victory comes in the penance we pay to those who watch the fight. Every match…every title…every broken foe left in our wake…is a paycheck to the people who take the time to watch us. Because without them…this sport would not be what it is. We would be fighting another war…changing another set of lives…but doing so in a manner that you and everyone else could not…can not…fathom. To you this is a statement…a way to show the world that you are here for your cousin brother sister J Mont. A way to show the world that you are here to be a top star. Hell...maybe even a way to show everyone that you are one of The Unfortunate Ones.”
**Bull grins**
“Frankly sir…we don’t give a dam. Because we intend to drag your sorry ass around this ring…to bind you and break you…to twist you and pull you…to show you firsthand what it is like to be utterly destroyed. We don’t need to win this match Rocco….we just need to show everyone else that you are flawed. Most importantly…you. We need to show you that you are flawed…that you are not that which you believe yourself to be. And then…well then the rest of the world will start to follow that same thought. And soon..it becomes something. That's what this day and age is about. But Rocco…when it starts to become something to the rest of the group…well we have seen what happens when that occurs.”
**Bull grins**
“Wrestle Wars is already a win for us. You see...we have something for everyone...something to make the masses smile. ..”
**Bull tilts his head**
“...or cringe…or die of straight-up fear. Whatever it is we have planned…it will do as we wish it to do.”
“Even you Rocco…if we wish you to win…you will. Makes you wonder…doesn’t it…did the Bastard want us to win? Did the Bastard purposely throw the match? What could we be up to Rocco?”
**Bulls laughter echos throughout the arena and many stop and look at the mad Bastard**
“Guess you are going to have to tune in and find out. Because D.E.A.T.H. will have the answer for you.
**Bull starts walking around the ring as the camera fades to black**