Post by Hatebringer Corey Bull on Mar 24, 2017 19:26:53 GMT -5
OFF Camera
There once was a girl whose parents died when she was little. She ended up living with her aunt, who was a dressmaker, and her uncle, a tailor. The girl spent all her time in the house while they worked. Her aunt was a loving woman, doting on the little girl, telling her she had free reign of the house. Except the closet door next to the big chest of drawers, up in the attic. She was never to go near it, nor to open it.
Soon enough she’d explored every nook and cranny in the house several times over, and her curiosity go the best of her. She decided that she had to see what was in that attic closet. She climbed three flights of stairs, entered the attic, stood in front of the door, closed her eyes tight and then turned the knob. When the door was open, she opened her eyes and saw two eyes looking right back at her. Leaning inside the closet was a mannequin, the same size as her, with glass eyes as blue as hers and blond hair as gold as hers and wearing a pretty dress just like hers.
The little girl shrieked and turned and dashed for the attic staircase.
As she ran, she could hear the steady patter of footsteps following after. She ran down the stairs, and behind her she could hear each step creak in turn. She ran into the parlor, closing the door behind her, and as she reached the kitchen she could hear the parlor door opening again, and as she exited the kitchen she heard behind her the slapping of feet against the kitchen tiles. She ran around to the back stairway and up to the second floor hall. She ran into her bedroom and slid beneath the big four-poster bed.
From her hiding place, she heard the kitchen door fl y open, and then the sound of footsteps coming up the back stairway, and then the pitter-patter of footfalls coming toward the bedroom. Then she had an idea. She fled the bedroom and ran up the attic stairs and dashed into the closet and slammed the door closed. She crouched down in the darkness and gripped the doorknob with both hands and pulled the door as tight as she could. She heard the attic door open, and heard footsteps coming closer to her, and closer and closer. And then they stopped.
Then the girl heard a voice, and it said:
“ You nasty mannequin. You won’t get out of that closet ever again.”
And then she heard the sound of the big chest of drawers being pushed tight against the closet door, and the attic door closing, and footsteps fading away down the attic stairs.
The lesson children. Beware of that which you do not understand, for you may find yourself in a place from which you will never escape.
Or facing a monster that will allow you NO escape.
On Camera
**Darkness. Nothing more, nothing less. Then, the sound of a record at the end of its spin, the needle still bouncing casually on the spin table. No music accompanies this sound, nor does it stop. But a voice, a voice from long ago, one thought to have hung up the mask, emerges. It is dark, bass filled. It is as soothing as a lullaby, and as sharp as the razors edge. It makes people swoon....and run in fear. But we do not see the man behind the voice, the one called the Hatebringer. Instead, we get flashes, random, horrid images. And that voice. "
"Is there a sickness within you? Does the world that you live in no longer follow the rules you thought it should? Are you triggered by everything that you see? Then Damage Inc has the cure for you."
"Are you afraid of the dark? Of the demons that you can not see? Or maybe...of the monsters that you can see? Then
Damage Inc has the cure for you."
"When the demons inside your head decide you are no longer worth the time, Damage Inc will be there to heal your woes. We will be there to make sure your suffering no longer bothers you."
"Because Damage Inc is the disease....and the cure. We are that which plagues man. And we are the cure for that which plagues everything...and that is man. We shall be the reaper and we shall swing our scythe through the long grass that is Redemption Fed and watch the blades fall in a flurry of blood and destruction."
"And that is why we have returned. That is why we have arisen from the depths and called to our brothers and sister in arms. Redemption needs us. It needs us to be the disease and the cure that ails it. For Redemption needs us to erase from it's existence the unworthy. There are a lot of pretenders here. A lot of wannabe's and wish they were's. But we are none of those things. We are a force of nature...and destroyer of championship reigns....and ender of careers."
**Lights shoot on, one after another. On an electric chair that has become his seat of power, sits the Hatebringer Corey Bull. He leans on his legs, forearms resting there, as he speaks to the camera**
"For eighteen years we have set our sights on this goal or that goal...and we have accomplished them. We have fought tooth and nail to achieve our successes. Over and over again, we have dug the holes and buried the bodies of our opponents. And still we hunger....still we need the intensity of battle...the taste of blood on our tongue....the feeling of flesh giving way under our force. Our entire life has been one ling fight, so when we walked away...we had thought our hunger sated."
"We. Were. Wrong."
**Bull stands, his entire frame blocking out the lights. More come on, illumination the walls behind him. Title after title hangs on the wall, posters of federations that have gone the way of the dinosaurs. Bull starts to pace, like a caged predator ready to pounce on the prey that understands that it's time is up**
"Redemption is practically begging for a recharge. And it isn't surprising when your heavyweight champion is a pathetic waste of a man. But...that is for another day. Another time. After we put all of Redemption on notice at Ultimate Resolve, and sent the Black Light District home to their mommies, we are set to work our way through anything and everyone they place before us."
"And so we start with, so we have heard, one of the hottest tag teams in Redemption. Alechs and Honey, the Young Cubs. Two individuals who trust each other. Two people that would do whatever it takes to ensure that neither one is harmed. Two people with a bright future. Well, it was bright anyways."
**The lights go out, with one spotlight illuminating Bull**
"This isn't personal. You are just the first of many roadblocks in our path. A roadblock we are going to have to bulldoze through. Gray and ourselves, we have known each other for many years. We have ridden the road together, been kicked out of more then one bar together, and have watched a very close friend die. We have even fought each other. It's the sort of bond that you two are striving to acheive. Where there isn't a moment during a fight that you feel as if your six isn't being watched."
"We might be staring at the future across the ring from us, but your immediate future is in jeopardy. You walk into that ring with even the slightest of hesitations, and we will bury you before you even know what is happening. We have seen your film. Its little things Young cubs. Little things that have proven to be your downfall. Recognizing this, and understanding them...that is what will help you to succeed."
**Bull smiles, something between killing lion and a shark that smells blood in the water. His chuckle is anything but happy**
"We haven't underestimated you, do not worry. We have taken great pains to study you, to see your obvious flaws and weaknesses. We will present them to the world.....we shall then exploit them....and use them to put you down. After all Young Cubs....."
**Bulls grin becomes very shark like**
"When a new lion comes to claim the pride....he must eliminate the future so he can establish his own. Prepare then...to be NAILED BY HATE!"
**The lights go out, and a picture appears, then slowly fades to black**
There once was a girl whose parents died when she was little. She ended up living with her aunt, who was a dressmaker, and her uncle, a tailor. The girl spent all her time in the house while they worked. Her aunt was a loving woman, doting on the little girl, telling her she had free reign of the house. Except the closet door next to the big chest of drawers, up in the attic. She was never to go near it, nor to open it.
Soon enough she’d explored every nook and cranny in the house several times over, and her curiosity go the best of her. She decided that she had to see what was in that attic closet. She climbed three flights of stairs, entered the attic, stood in front of the door, closed her eyes tight and then turned the knob. When the door was open, she opened her eyes and saw two eyes looking right back at her. Leaning inside the closet was a mannequin, the same size as her, with glass eyes as blue as hers and blond hair as gold as hers and wearing a pretty dress just like hers.
The little girl shrieked and turned and dashed for the attic staircase.
As she ran, she could hear the steady patter of footsteps following after. She ran down the stairs, and behind her she could hear each step creak in turn. She ran into the parlor, closing the door behind her, and as she reached the kitchen she could hear the parlor door opening again, and as she exited the kitchen she heard behind her the slapping of feet against the kitchen tiles. She ran around to the back stairway and up to the second floor hall. She ran into her bedroom and slid beneath the big four-poster bed.
From her hiding place, she heard the kitchen door fl y open, and then the sound of footsteps coming up the back stairway, and then the pitter-patter of footfalls coming toward the bedroom. Then she had an idea. She fled the bedroom and ran up the attic stairs and dashed into the closet and slammed the door closed. She crouched down in the darkness and gripped the doorknob with both hands and pulled the door as tight as she could. She heard the attic door open, and heard footsteps coming closer to her, and closer and closer. And then they stopped.
Then the girl heard a voice, and it said:
“ You nasty mannequin. You won’t get out of that closet ever again.”
And then she heard the sound of the big chest of drawers being pushed tight against the closet door, and the attic door closing, and footsteps fading away down the attic stairs.
The lesson children. Beware of that which you do not understand, for you may find yourself in a place from which you will never escape.
Or facing a monster that will allow you NO escape.
On Camera
**Darkness. Nothing more, nothing less. Then, the sound of a record at the end of its spin, the needle still bouncing casually on the spin table. No music accompanies this sound, nor does it stop. But a voice, a voice from long ago, one thought to have hung up the mask, emerges. It is dark, bass filled. It is as soothing as a lullaby, and as sharp as the razors edge. It makes people swoon....and run in fear. But we do not see the man behind the voice, the one called the Hatebringer. Instead, we get flashes, random, horrid images. And that voice. "
"Is there a sickness within you? Does the world that you live in no longer follow the rules you thought it should? Are you triggered by everything that you see? Then Damage Inc has the cure for you."
"Are you afraid of the dark? Of the demons that you can not see? Or maybe...of the monsters that you can see? Then
Damage Inc has the cure for you."
"When the demons inside your head decide you are no longer worth the time, Damage Inc will be there to heal your woes. We will be there to make sure your suffering no longer bothers you."
"Because Damage Inc is the disease....and the cure. We are that which plagues man. And we are the cure for that which plagues everything...and that is man. We shall be the reaper and we shall swing our scythe through the long grass that is Redemption Fed and watch the blades fall in a flurry of blood and destruction."
"And that is why we have returned. That is why we have arisen from the depths and called to our brothers and sister in arms. Redemption needs us. It needs us to be the disease and the cure that ails it. For Redemption needs us to erase from it's existence the unworthy. There are a lot of pretenders here. A lot of wannabe's and wish they were's. But we are none of those things. We are a force of nature...and destroyer of championship reigns....and ender of careers."
**Lights shoot on, one after another. On an electric chair that has become his seat of power, sits the Hatebringer Corey Bull. He leans on his legs, forearms resting there, as he speaks to the camera**
"For eighteen years we have set our sights on this goal or that goal...and we have accomplished them. We have fought tooth and nail to achieve our successes. Over and over again, we have dug the holes and buried the bodies of our opponents. And still we hunger....still we need the intensity of battle...the taste of blood on our tongue....the feeling of flesh giving way under our force. Our entire life has been one ling fight, so when we walked away...we had thought our hunger sated."
"We. Were. Wrong."
**Bull stands, his entire frame blocking out the lights. More come on, illumination the walls behind him. Title after title hangs on the wall, posters of federations that have gone the way of the dinosaurs. Bull starts to pace, like a caged predator ready to pounce on the prey that understands that it's time is up**
"Redemption is practically begging for a recharge. And it isn't surprising when your heavyweight champion is a pathetic waste of a man. But...that is for another day. Another time. After we put all of Redemption on notice at Ultimate Resolve, and sent the Black Light District home to their mommies, we are set to work our way through anything and everyone they place before us."
"And so we start with, so we have heard, one of the hottest tag teams in Redemption. Alechs and Honey, the Young Cubs. Two individuals who trust each other. Two people that would do whatever it takes to ensure that neither one is harmed. Two people with a bright future. Well, it was bright anyways."
**The lights go out, with one spotlight illuminating Bull**
"This isn't personal. You are just the first of many roadblocks in our path. A roadblock we are going to have to bulldoze through. Gray and ourselves, we have known each other for many years. We have ridden the road together, been kicked out of more then one bar together, and have watched a very close friend die. We have even fought each other. It's the sort of bond that you two are striving to acheive. Where there isn't a moment during a fight that you feel as if your six isn't being watched."
"We might be staring at the future across the ring from us, but your immediate future is in jeopardy. You walk into that ring with even the slightest of hesitations, and we will bury you before you even know what is happening. We have seen your film. Its little things Young cubs. Little things that have proven to be your downfall. Recognizing this, and understanding them...that is what will help you to succeed."
**Bull smiles, something between killing lion and a shark that smells blood in the water. His chuckle is anything but happy**
"We haven't underestimated you, do not worry. We have taken great pains to study you, to see your obvious flaws and weaknesses. We will present them to the world.....we shall then exploit them....and use them to put you down. After all Young Cubs....."
**Bulls grin becomes very shark like**
"When a new lion comes to claim the pride....he must eliminate the future so he can establish his own. Prepare then...to be NAILED BY HATE!"
**The lights go out, and a picture appears, then slowly fades to black**
