Post by Rick Majors on Apr 23, 2017 11:41:48 GMT -5
He lit the first candle in his new home and stood there for a moment, admiring the light. He hadn’t seen beauty like that in a while. The light on the wick echoed the light inside of him. He felt its life. It was warm and welcoming. It was strong and powerful. It was everything he wanted.
He was home.
Gabriel took a few steps back and sat down on the floor, his gaze never breaking with the flickering flame. There was no furniture here. There didn’t need to be. He’d left all of that behind, in the past, at his old apartment. The day after being welcomed by Seromine, he walked out of that place and never looked back. That home was pain. Everything inside it was pain. The past was pain. He’d lived there after the divorce, surrounded by memories of a tortured past, in hopes that he could rebuild his life again, but it hadn’t worked.
“Stop thinking about it, Gabriel,” he thought to himself. That was Rick Majors’ life. You have been blessed with a second chance. Look forward. Think of the words of the Lord. Think of what Seromine has told you. You are free now.
His salvation was not in the past. It was not in his failed marriage or his injuries or in anything that had happened to him.
Trauma was such an incredible moment. He was Baptised and he felt the love of the Followers as he moved forward with his new life and his new name. The weight of the world was removed form his shoulders. For the first time in a long time, he was given permission to believe that everything was okay. He was told that he was safe. He was welcomed. He was loved. Then, later that same night, he was given the incredible honour of sharing the Word of the Lord with the entire audience and everyone watching at home. He would treasure that day forever. Not only was it the day he was reborn, but it was the day Saniti and Starr fell.
They had their chance. Seromine, through Gabrile, had offered them the same opportunity that he had been offered. Seromine could save them. He alone could help them. They turned their backs on his love. And, for that, they needed to be punished.
Again, Gabriel had to remind himself to look forward. His life was no longer consumed with the petty day-to-day bullshit that Kelli Starr and Nathan Saniti seemed to surround themselves with. They love drama and pageantry and showmanship. They seem to have dedicated their lives to grand emotional displays, fancy parlour tricks, and theatre. He had dedicated himself to the Lord. When he spoke, it wasn’t cutting a promo or addressing a personal concern. When he spoke, he was delivering the message of Seromine. There could be no more honourable act.
So look forward. Look forward to Trauma 210. He was scheduled in a match, his first singles match of his new life. An Icemann Invitational Tournament qualifying match.
What a blasphemous concept.
We’re often told that the Icemann Invitational Tournament can determine your fate in PCW. It can set your course for the future. A strong showing can lead to title shots and main events and superstardom, they say. They’re lying. Nothing can determine your fate other than the Lord.
PCW continues to push this lie. They tell us to sacrifice ourselves for honorifics and pieces of metal. It is all meaningless. Nothing in the world is worth sacrificing yourself for other than faith. True faith. Faith that comes from looking into the eyes of the Lord.
“The Icemann” may influence what happens in the ring. Showtime or Loki or whoever is running PCW at the time may determine who wrestles on the card and where those matches are placed. But only Seromine can save your soul. Only Seromine can guide the lost into the light. Only Seromine can deliver salvation.
Gabriel paused, stood up, and walked towards the candle once more. For him, this tournament wasn’t about personal glory. It wasn’t about title shots or main events. It was about winning to show the world the power of salvation. Every match he won would be another signal to the heathens and the non-believers. And with each victory, he could change some of their minds. He could help them see that the way to true success is through giving yourself to the Lord.
So that is why he would win this sacrilegious and profane event. He had to.
Sacramentum. Was Gabriel supposed to know who that is? Had this person ever shown their face before? Maybe they had. Gabriel had stopped watching Trauma for many weeks now. Outside of the blessed speeches from the Lord, the show was a tawdry, disgusting mess. There was nothing else there that could stimulate the mind or save the soul. In the rest of Trauma, was nothing there that would help those in need. But there would be. Soon, week after week, the message would grow. The Lord Seromine was gaining influence with every passing episode. Soon he would conquer those who filled the program with filth and all that would be left would be the purity of his message. It was coming. And it would be more beautiful than anyone could imagine.
The name Sacramentum disgusted him. Whoever you are, you refer to yourself by the name of a sacred bond. But you are just as sinful as the rest. Unless you give yourself to the one true church and unless you lay yourself down upon the mercy of the Lord, you are another false prophet. You are a liar. You are a fraud. You must be stopped.
Seromine is the Lord. And he will punish you. He will punish all of you for what you have done. Your lack of belief will be your downfall. Much like Kelli Starr and Nathan Saniti, you are too wrapped up in your own ego and your own personal squabbles. You are all blinded to the truth. You cannot see the love that Seromine has for each and every person. But one day you will. One day you all will.
He would make sure of it.
He finally broke his gaze with the flame. He looked around the room that he was standing in. It was small. It was dark and it was dirty. The entire apartment was just one small room. Outside the window, sirens wailed. A man’s voice yelled. In the distance, someone was crying. To most people, this would be depressing. But to him, it was beautiful. Finally, a fresh start. A chance to put everything behind him. A chance to look to the future.
Sacramentum will fall by the hand of Gabriel, much like Starr and Saniti already have. The glory of the tournament would be Seromine’s. Gabriel would use it to show the world that there is only one true God. It didn’t matter who Sacramentum was. Whether he or she is a new debut or a returning competitor, all that mattered was that this person is a non-believer. And, for that, they would have to be vanquished. Either you follow the Word of the Lord, or you must be eliminated.
Praise Seromine.
Praise the Lord.
He was home.
Gabriel took a few steps back and sat down on the floor, his gaze never breaking with the flickering flame. There was no furniture here. There didn’t need to be. He’d left all of that behind, in the past, at his old apartment. The day after being welcomed by Seromine, he walked out of that place and never looked back. That home was pain. Everything inside it was pain. The past was pain. He’d lived there after the divorce, surrounded by memories of a tortured past, in hopes that he could rebuild his life again, but it hadn’t worked.
“Stop thinking about it, Gabriel,” he thought to himself. That was Rick Majors’ life. You have been blessed with a second chance. Look forward. Think of the words of the Lord. Think of what Seromine has told you. You are free now.
His salvation was not in the past. It was not in his failed marriage or his injuries or in anything that had happened to him.
Trauma was such an incredible moment. He was Baptised and he felt the love of the Followers as he moved forward with his new life and his new name. The weight of the world was removed form his shoulders. For the first time in a long time, he was given permission to believe that everything was okay. He was told that he was safe. He was welcomed. He was loved. Then, later that same night, he was given the incredible honour of sharing the Word of the Lord with the entire audience and everyone watching at home. He would treasure that day forever. Not only was it the day he was reborn, but it was the day Saniti and Starr fell.
They had their chance. Seromine, through Gabrile, had offered them the same opportunity that he had been offered. Seromine could save them. He alone could help them. They turned their backs on his love. And, for that, they needed to be punished.
Again, Gabriel had to remind himself to look forward. His life was no longer consumed with the petty day-to-day bullshit that Kelli Starr and Nathan Saniti seemed to surround themselves with. They love drama and pageantry and showmanship. They seem to have dedicated their lives to grand emotional displays, fancy parlour tricks, and theatre. He had dedicated himself to the Lord. When he spoke, it wasn’t cutting a promo or addressing a personal concern. When he spoke, he was delivering the message of Seromine. There could be no more honourable act.
So look forward. Look forward to Trauma 210. He was scheduled in a match, his first singles match of his new life. An Icemann Invitational Tournament qualifying match.
What a blasphemous concept.
We’re often told that the Icemann Invitational Tournament can determine your fate in PCW. It can set your course for the future. A strong showing can lead to title shots and main events and superstardom, they say. They’re lying. Nothing can determine your fate other than the Lord.
PCW continues to push this lie. They tell us to sacrifice ourselves for honorifics and pieces of metal. It is all meaningless. Nothing in the world is worth sacrificing yourself for other than faith. True faith. Faith that comes from looking into the eyes of the Lord.
“The Icemann” may influence what happens in the ring. Showtime or Loki or whoever is running PCW at the time may determine who wrestles on the card and where those matches are placed. But only Seromine can save your soul. Only Seromine can guide the lost into the light. Only Seromine can deliver salvation.
Gabriel paused, stood up, and walked towards the candle once more. For him, this tournament wasn’t about personal glory. It wasn’t about title shots or main events. It was about winning to show the world the power of salvation. Every match he won would be another signal to the heathens and the non-believers. And with each victory, he could change some of their minds. He could help them see that the way to true success is through giving yourself to the Lord.
So that is why he would win this sacrilegious and profane event. He had to.
Sacramentum. Was Gabriel supposed to know who that is? Had this person ever shown their face before? Maybe they had. Gabriel had stopped watching Trauma for many weeks now. Outside of the blessed speeches from the Lord, the show was a tawdry, disgusting mess. There was nothing else there that could stimulate the mind or save the soul. In the rest of Trauma, was nothing there that would help those in need. But there would be. Soon, week after week, the message would grow. The Lord Seromine was gaining influence with every passing episode. Soon he would conquer those who filled the program with filth and all that would be left would be the purity of his message. It was coming. And it would be more beautiful than anyone could imagine.
The name Sacramentum disgusted him. Whoever you are, you refer to yourself by the name of a sacred bond. But you are just as sinful as the rest. Unless you give yourself to the one true church and unless you lay yourself down upon the mercy of the Lord, you are another false prophet. You are a liar. You are a fraud. You must be stopped.
Seromine is the Lord. And he will punish you. He will punish all of you for what you have done. Your lack of belief will be your downfall. Much like Kelli Starr and Nathan Saniti, you are too wrapped up in your own ego and your own personal squabbles. You are all blinded to the truth. You cannot see the love that Seromine has for each and every person. But one day you will. One day you all will.
He would make sure of it.
He finally broke his gaze with the flame. He looked around the room that he was standing in. It was small. It was dark and it was dirty. The entire apartment was just one small room. Outside the window, sirens wailed. A man’s voice yelled. In the distance, someone was crying. To most people, this would be depressing. But to him, it was beautiful. Finally, a fresh start. A chance to put everything behind him. A chance to look to the future.
Sacramentum will fall by the hand of Gabriel, much like Starr and Saniti already have. The glory of the tournament would be Seromine’s. Gabriel would use it to show the world that there is only one true God. It didn’t matter who Sacramentum was. Whether he or she is a new debut or a returning competitor, all that mattered was that this person is a non-believer. And, for that, they would have to be vanquished. Either you follow the Word of the Lord, or you must be eliminated.
Praise Seromine.
Praise the Lord.