The Floor isn't the only killer here.
Aug 23, 2024 18:25:07 GMT -5
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Post by The Bastard Corey Bull on Aug 23, 2024 18:25:07 GMT -5
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The white noise of a television that leads to a news report, one that is heard and not seen.
“In other news, a local veteran has passed away. A. Person was found in her garage on Sunday. A Person was a well known part of the local community, as she gave her time at the soup kitchen and the shelter. Local officials say that the community is safe and that A. Person died as a result of suicide. An autopsy is expected to be conducted soon and a final medical decision should be available this week.”
Why? It is the question that we have continued to ask ourselves since we found you. It is terrifyingly tragic how a simple Sunday relax-fest can turn suddenly bleak. We have always told you how much we loved you. Your smile…the way you held your hair in your hand and twirled the end while you were thinking. Or when that little tip of a tongue stuck out when you worked on a car. The smell of your perform that lingered in a room after you had passed…it was such a sweet smell…lilacs we believe. It reminds us of a time of being at ease. It has always been our comfortable spot…a light in the darkness that shined brighter then any other. It made us feel more human then anything else is this world.
You were so many things to so many people…but to us you were always more. We have loved you from the moment you smiled at us…from the moment you graced our ugliness with your beauty. But HE had to become a part of things. HE forced you away from us…called us a freak and other names. You chuckled..assuring him we were not a threat…knowing everyday could be his last. But we held back…we stopped the fight for you. WE understood you wanted to be happy…even if it was with some piece of human waste. HE did not understand the hell we were ready to unleash on him if he was to step out of the bounds of your wishes.
And then it happened…
That day you came to us and told us what had happened…after you had already spoken with the police and had him arrested…we wanted to go to jail just to be face to face with him. The things he did because you said no…no man should ever do. No man should ever force themselves on a woman that says no. It is unthinkable…it is unacceptable..and it is one of the most hideous and disgusting things you could ever do. It is the lowest form of humanity and it should be ground under heel and eliminated from our world.
But that wasn’t the worst of it.
He got away with it…because they made it your fault. But you didn’t let it get you down…or so we thought. These last few years it seemed alright. He left town quickly…wonder why…and you went on to finally land your dream job working as a nurse at the VA Hospital.
But….we….were….wrong.
Silence, a pause in the narrative. Emotion is felt more so then seen or heard. The emotion you feel at this point…it isn’t a work. This is real….deep…uncomfortable…but raw and true.
We wish people could see you as we did. To understand the depth of emotion you contained. To see a person who didn’t have a mean bone in her body. When you could have had him hurt…and we offered many, many times…you took the route of Justice. And even when it failed you…you kept such a positive attitude.
Had we known the darkness that was harboring within your mind…we would have found a way to help you. Even if it meant our own life…we would have done whatever it took. Someone as pure and honest as you…with such a dirty mind and innocent smile…a heart of gold and a sharp sense of reality…should not have this dark beast following you.
Holding your body…with no life within it…it has removed the part of us that held back. Why should we when the world can steal someone better than most of us? If god was real…he wouldn’t allow such honesty to be destroyed by someone so foul. And that’s the joke right. We know god isn’t really a god in the sense of what the world believes. It’s a greedy parasite that sucks all the planets in this system of their resources. It gorges in all that is worthwhile and gives nothing but pain and suffering in return. Well so be it then…we can play that game too.
We miss you…from the moment you ceased to be a part of the living and forever. Never shall a moment pass that we don’t see…smell…or hear something that reminds us of you. We hope you have found your peace.
Goodbye Autumn…but only for now…never forever.
On Camera
**Darkness. Not silence…but darkness. Then…one by one…banks of lights come on. The sound of heavy switches flipping to connect breakers and power. The Killing Floor. Constructed by the Hatebringer himself, it is being looked over one more time by the monster before he calls the crews to haul it to Summer Madness. Bull enters the hellish structure, the mask smiling it seems at the touch of cold steel on Bulls massive hand as he runs it along the chain link fence. Hooks are attached at predetermined locations to hold a mass of weapons. Bulls boots echo on steel. He finally climbs into the ring and stands, looking at two of the four holes that will lead to tunnels.**
“Summer Madness…a show that was lacking any true madness until we decided that we were going to hijack this show…a great feat yes. But a feat we shall succeed at when we enter the Killing Floor with three others and wage war. And there will be a war…a war of wills…a war of strengths…and a war of chaos. Three men and a monster will be placed into a room...spend twenty four hours in the darkness without food and water...and then will be released like savage beasts into a construct designed by a mad genius under the guise of a wrestling match. Note...there will be very little wrestling in this match. This is where we thrive…in battle…when the odds seem insurmountable. Three men will try to lay claim to this title.”
**Bull pats the Bloodbath Championship**
“But none of them shall succeed. They think they know Corey Bull…that they have seen the strength of the Hatebringer. But we have only allowed you a glimpse of our reality…a taste of the pain and horror that lives within our mortal frame. Soon…within our little hellish playground…we will reveal our truly demented thinking…and wrench free from this mortal coil those that stand before us. We shall judge you…we will sentence you…and we will eliminate you. It isn’t a matter of if…but when and how.”
**Bull wipes his mask, as if it is sweating, before he continues **
“Life really knows how to throw a punch. And that is not the only thing Mad Dog that can throw a punch. We can assure you Mark that we understand the concept of throwing a punch...and a kick...and the kitchen sink. Practically anything we can lift we will throw at you. And it is going to be someting cheered on by the thousands. You are stepping into a match beyond a simple cage…beyond hardcore…this is literally life or death. The first time we fought in a similar match…we ended up shooting a guy in the leg with a harpoon. It was beautiful…we wonder what wonderful instruments of destruction we will find to play a tune on your frame Mark. We mean that in the most literal sense of the situation. We are going to treat this like an orchestra and each persons screams and grunts of pain will be the sound of our symphony of destruction. The slap of a kendo stick against your flesh…the rip of barbed wire through your skin as you scream in pain and the blood spats the mat. So many beautiful notes that we can produce with each instrument.”
**Bull cracks his neck, the sound reverberating through the warehouse**
“John understands what we mean….since John fancies himself a rapper. Blade…how did it come to this…that we would be forced to endure your ludacrious rapping style that isn’t worth fifty cents of eminems? There is nothing coolio about your skills…you need to find a new hobby like learning how to set a broken bone or maybe Stitches 101. And we are not talking the clown John…you need to focus for a second over here. Do you really think…that your second rate, bargain basement rap skills are going to help you against the amount of trauma we are going to lay down? Are you understanding yet John? Is it sinking into that thick skull of yours? This isn’t one of your fantasies John…a moment that you think somehow exists in this world. This is a reality of your existence that you chose to ignore…you can not and will not succeed in this endeavor. You are about to become one of your Make a Wish kids…tick tock John. The Reaper wants his pound of flesh!”
**Bull readjusts the belt on his shoulder**
“Chris Chaos…wow…did you come up with that all by yourself? Because no one ever thinks of calling themselves chaos and talking about disruption of the established hierarchy…when they are a part of the established hierarchy created by a group of asshats. And yet you did…so I’m trying to determine if that was your straight up stroke of brilliance or if Joe threw his two cents into the ring.”
**A chuckle rumbles from somewhere deep**
“Chris…all jokes aside…you do not scare us. We are not alarmed by who you are or who you work with...or suck the dick of…or whatever it is you do. That in fact makes you a more favorable target. After all...anyone that associates with those individuals…is just as cancerous as they are. Now we don’t know what your affiliation is Chris…frankly we don’t care. When you roll in the mud with pigs…you become a pig yourself. So we are coming to make ourselves a big heaping plate of bacon!”
**Bull chuckles deep…then a huge sigh is released from under the mask. The lights fizzle a little…the whole area seeming to get darker. Bull seems…larger, more sinister.**
“Chris…John…Mark…the three of you are in for what is going to be a career defining moment…a moment that is going to see you fail on all levels. There will be pain..but we can work through pain. There will be blood..but more of yours then ours. And we will see the three of you fall down. Because we are the part of life that you can’t swallow…we are the part of reality that wakes you up and shows you that you have a limit…and we are beyond your limit. We are no longer restrained by the thought of mercy and benevolence. None of you deserve any of it. You are all individuals that scream “I’m an alpha male!”. It is that very thought...that very toxic belief…that took a beautiful light from this world. A light that was better then all of you…or us. We are not an alpha…we are something else. That has been always how we think of things. We just are…always have been and always will be. But men like you three…you think you are an alpha without saying it. IT is in your demeanor…your actions...how you look and things. And that toxicity is the reason a light was stolen from this dark world. Her pain….her horror and sorrow…we shall return it tenfold to those that stand in our way. Call us Abaddon…Call us the Hatebringer…The Angel of Hate…murderer…or any other moniker you want. After Summer Madness…you WILL still call us champion!”
**The immense stare coming from Bull is enough to send shivers across the universe as the camera fades on the silver death mask and the cold eyes of the Hatebringer**
Off Camera
Funeral cares. A long line of them. She was loved by many. So many. And yet…very few were able to understand her true love...who she really was. We have known her for so long…loved her since the moment she held our hand or kissed our cheek. Fate kept making it difficult to be true to ourselves. Fate kept twisting our lives in a manner that made them harder then they needed to be.
And now we watch them place her in the ground. We do not go to the funeral…her parents love us but we represent the darkness they felt she was trying to escape. They just don’t want us to scare the rest of her family.
Maybe they are right. Maybe we are that darkness. But we are not the thing that killed her. We are not the evil that crept into her life and ruined her. We are the thing that shall destroy it…remove it from our world.
On Camera
**Bull sits in a chair, his mask on, but his frame held differently.**
“We know this isn’t normal, but we want to take this moment to talk about a few things that are sensitive. But we want you to know and understand that you are not alone in this world. There are people…some of them monsters…that are here to help you.”
“Sexual assault is not something we are allowed to normalize. Victim blaming…making the person feel like they are the reason this happened needs to stop. In a day and age of so much information…how is this still happening? How is the toxicity…our three opponents are clear examples of toxicity…still able to normalized by so many.”
**Bull shakes his head**
“If you see something…say something. Be the shield for a woman…or a man. Be the person that isn’t afraid to step up and be that person. Never be afraid to stand for what is right. Unlike Chris Chaos…who stands for the exact opposite of everything we are talking about here and you should absolutely despise and want to destroy. We do.”
**Bull breathes out a deep sigh**
“If you are scared…afraid…think that you do not deserve to live…reach out. Suicide is not the answer to anything. It is not the way to take care of your problems. People are here…people that will listen and not judge. We won’t judge you…and neither will those that run the national Suicide Hotline. 1-800-273-TALK or 1-800-273-8255. 988 will also help you reach the crisis prevention line. These numbers can save your life…can stop so much hurt from happening. If you need our personal cell phone...call us and we will talk to you.”
“If you need more information, you can go to the National Suicide Prevention website. Please reach out. We can stop this epidemic simply by talking and showing compassion.”
**The lights dim and we fade to black**