1-27-14 Monday Night WAR - ME - Josiah Lincoln vs Corey Bull

[WXW GM James Gibbs]

1 post each. The deadline is Monday January 27th at 11:59 PM (EST)
We are live from the Wells Fargo Arena - Des Moines, Iowa with a sold out crowd of 16,980.
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[Corey Bull]

”I was told to follow my dreams….too bad they were all nightmares!”
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Hours after the pay per view……

Bull and his wife Laney sit in a beautiful cabin. Log walls, a stone made fireplace, large bear skin rug on the floor. Bull is half laying on the couch, with Laney using him as a backing for her to stretch out. Bull raises a glass to his lips and takes a long draw on it.

”That was glorious. Watching those three bleed like stuck pigs….its was beautiful.”

”It isn’t the last we have heard of them though. I made them suffer more then they were use to. They are going to take their time now and strike when they think the moment is right.”

Laney just shrugs her shoulders.

”And when that happens, we will be ready for it. Only two men have ever caught you off guard and those three are not them two.”

Bull drains his glass, then pours another one of Southern Comfort.

”While that may be true, those three could still cause me some issues. I need to make sure that if they come at me again…they stay down.”

”Like ICU down?”

Bull chuckles.

”No my death blossom, like dead down.”

Laney snuggles into Bull as all fades to black



**The camera pans the crowd of 16, 980 at the sold out Wells Fargo Arena in Des Moines, Iowa. The people are screaming, cheering, and clapping, waiting for the action to continue. The camera slips away and comes on in the back. In his dressing room, Corey Bull sits, wrapping his hands slowly. Laney is no where to be found, but Bull seems to be in his own world anyways. He looks up, his eyes windows to a dark and tormented soul, and a smile that sends shivers down the spine of the strongest individual crosses his face. Bull looks back to his hand as he continues to wrap them.**

”Revenge. It is a dish best served bloody and painfully. And so it was for the three amigos in Extreme Justice. Do I believe for a second that you three are done with me? No, but you know that I can beat you. You know that I am a true monster and that I am more then equipped to bring you a fight you don’t want. Maybe that will cause you to think twice….but I doubt it. No matter to me…you come at me again and I will throw you back into the abyss where you belong. It is just that simple.”

“But tonight…tonight I face another. Someone not like you three, but not unlike you in the fact that he believes he is going to defeat me as well. But it is obvious he doesn’t know what he is getting into. I came here for two things: gold and battle. And this man seems to offer me both of those chances.”

**Bull yanks the tape off the roll, making sure it is secure on his wrist. He sets the tape down and looks at the camera seriously**

”Now I know that this is a non title match Josiah. That has not escaped me. I may be large and powerful, but that doesn’t make me stupid. But you still offer the chance, whether you realize it or not. Imagine the doors I will open using you as the sacrificial lamb. Defeating one half of the tag team champions in the main event….making a severe and painful impression…someone is going to look up and realize just the potential I have. Many already know…many will scream to the mountains of the potential I have. I know what I have done…I know the things that I have accomplished….but that is then and this is now and I need to make people open up their eyes. So you Josiah…you are going to be the tool I use.”

**Bull stands and stretches out his arms, rotating at the hips to loosen up as he continues**

”Wholesale slaughter is an endurance job for sure. Being able to go the distance to accomplish the results you want. Can you hold up to this challenge Josiah? After all, when you start to feel winded, you won’t have a partner to turn to. No one waiting in the corner to freshen you up, no one to save your ass from a three count. That Josiah could very well be one of your weaknesses. Course I don’t really know. I heard you were an ok singles wrestler before claiming the titles. So maybe it won’t be a factor. But I know what will be. Me. I am a factor that you are not ready for. I am something that you have never faced…ever. People like to just clump me into a general group, but I am more unique then many will ever know. And it is that secret…that darkness that I coddle like an infant child….that makes me dangerous.”

**The door to his locker room opens and Laney is standing there with a sledgehammer in her hand**

”It’s time my alpha wolf”

**Bull smiles and turns to the camera**

”You see Josiah…I have an insatiable lust for destruction and violence. And I like to share this with every opponent that I face. No move is too sickening….no act too far. I am going to beat you into a pulp within the limits of the rules that I have been given. And they will only save you from so much. Tonight Josiah you learn the meaning of being nailed with hate.”

**Bull turns to his wife and they walk out of the locker room as the crowd roars for the main event**



Excerpt from Chapter 2
As told by Eli Marks (pseudonym):

I saw him fight, sure. I’d heard he was not the kind of person you fucked with, but honestly, you hear that about everyone. Really, which one of those pit fighters do you want to fight? I had heard about his first fight, though, and that kind of gave me pause, because you only hear about those type of guys when there’s really something to hear.

So when I found out he was in town and he was a day ahead of the fights, I figured I would do a little scouting. I hunted him down and figured I’d chat with him, figure out why he was in town early, see if there was anything we needed to talk about. I brought some of the guys with me. No I wasn’t scared, I didn’t want my neck broken. There is a difference.

Anyway, I found him, but one of the local gangs had found him first. And watching him fight….I don’t know. Maybe that’s what we all look like, and I’ve just never noticed it because I’m right down in it, you know? But he took punches, kicks, and a knife, and he still just took his time with each of them. He’d grab an arm and twist, and listen for the bones to give. He stepped down on a guy’s knee sideways, and hell I do that sometimes, but I do it quick to break a leg and throw the guy out of the fight. This dude, he takes what felt like a full minute to push the guy’s leg-bone out of the skin. And it’s not like he’s enjoying it, not exactly, but he’s got this look on his face like “hey, you asked for this, and now you don’t want it?”

When the banger fell down and started screaming, the other ones- the ones that could still run- booked. And I walked out and said “Hey, you’re the Slow Killer right?”. And he says, “Yeah they call me that.” And from there out, it’s just to fighters talking. We left the guy with a broken leg screaming on the ground.

I have to admit, at the time, I did wonder if all that was necessary. But I’ll say this for him: you couldn’t watch him fight without thinking what a monster he was. In a good way.

[Cassandra Caldwell]

Due to a personal emergency, Josiah is not able to rp this week. He sends his apologies.