Post by Rick Majors on Jun 5, 2017 20:31:16 GMT -5
He sat in complete darkness, on the floor of his apartment. He wept. He wept for quite a quite. He wanted to embrace the pain. He wanted to accept it. He wanted it to become a part of him. Slowly, he pulled his shirt off. It stuck to the dried blood on his back. He screamed as he removed it, but he knew that he deserved the pain. It was all that he deserved.
It was all ruined.
He needed to win that tournament. He needed it for so many reasons. He had to show Seromine that he made the right choice. Seromine could have chosen anyone to join his flock, but he had picked Gabriel. Gabriel still didn’t fully understand why, but he appreciated it more than Seromine would ever know. And how he had let The Lord down.
This tournament was supposed to be a crowning achievement for Seromine. It was meant to be a symbol of his power and his love. Instead, it was another failure by Gabriel. He had picked up right where Rick Majors had left off. He was a loser.
This was all her fault. Why did she have to come here? Gabriel had tried so hard to put the past behind him. He burned down his old home, for crying out loud. And then she showed up. What was she doing here? What was she trying to accomplish? Did she really think that she’d knock on the door and he’d run to her with arms wide open? Did she expect him to yell “Mommy, I’m so glad you’re here!” and jump up and down like a toddler waiting for their parents to pick them up from daycare?
No.
This isn’t her fault. That’s an excuse. Yes, she dragged him back into the past but he allowed her to do it. He could have put up more of a fight, but he didn’t. He’s too weak. He always has been. Seromine may have saved his soul, but not even The Lord can give him more wrestling talent.
He’s exactly where he started. He’s still old. He’s still slow. He’s still losing.
“Stop,” he screamed to himself, and to no one in particular.
He knew that wasn’t true. He wasn’t the same. He has been saved. He has been chosen. Seromine must have his reasons. Gabriel didn’t understand them, but he wasn’t meant to. The Lord works in mysterious ways. It wasn’t his job to question. It was his job to follow.
Seromine, in all of his infinite wisdom and kindness, had forgiven him. He had comforted him in his hour of need. He understood that Gabriel was sorry. Seromine is a kind and just person.
That is why Gabriel felt so horrible. Seromine trusted him. Seromine had faith in him. Seromine believed in him. Gabriel had let him down.
Living a Legacy was supposed to be a glorious night for The Lord. He was going to finally vanquish that disgusting magician. He was going to unify the International and North American championships. He was going to cement himself as the greatest competitor in PCW. He was going to prove to the nonbelievers that he was the one true Lord. Meanwhile, Gabriel would win the Icemann Invitational Tournament. It was meant to come together so perfectly. It was supposed to display the power of The Lord. It was going to be glorious.
And then Gabriel screwed it up.
No.
“You can’t do this to yourself anymore,” he thought to himself. “You’re not Rick Majors. You have been reborn. You are Gabriel. You have been saved. You have been freed from your past.”
Gabriel slowly stood up. He knew that he had to be strong. He had to repay Seromine for the trust that had been placed in him. He had to rise up again. He had to push through. The Lord has been through many trials and tribulations. He has suffered. He has had sinners mock him and nonbelievers doubt his words. He has been taunted and threatened and jeered for speaking the truth. And yet, he persists. He carries on. Despite the fact that every week on Trauma, some slackjawed idiot curses at him as he walks to the ring, Seromine carries on.
Seromine is a true hero. He is a god who walks among men. And he has blessed Gabriel with his presence. He has guided him through the woods and helped him find the light at the end of the tunnel. Gabriel cannot quit now. Seromine deserves better. He deserves victory. And that is what he will get.
High Tide, like many others in PCW, is a sinner. He is a drunk. He is a joke. He does not respect his body or his mind. He is a deviant who makes a mockery of everything that is good and holy in this world. Gabriel needs to regain Seromine’s trust. Destroying this pathetic pirate is the way to do it.
And then, after Seromine crucifies the magician, Gabriel and Seromine will sit side-by-side in victory once again. As it should be.
Praise Seromine. Praise the Lord.
It was all ruined.
He needed to win that tournament. He needed it for so many reasons. He had to show Seromine that he made the right choice. Seromine could have chosen anyone to join his flock, but he had picked Gabriel. Gabriel still didn’t fully understand why, but he appreciated it more than Seromine would ever know. And how he had let The Lord down.
This tournament was supposed to be a crowning achievement for Seromine. It was meant to be a symbol of his power and his love. Instead, it was another failure by Gabriel. He had picked up right where Rick Majors had left off. He was a loser.
This was all her fault. Why did she have to come here? Gabriel had tried so hard to put the past behind him. He burned down his old home, for crying out loud. And then she showed up. What was she doing here? What was she trying to accomplish? Did she really think that she’d knock on the door and he’d run to her with arms wide open? Did she expect him to yell “Mommy, I’m so glad you’re here!” and jump up and down like a toddler waiting for their parents to pick them up from daycare?
No.
This isn’t her fault. That’s an excuse. Yes, she dragged him back into the past but he allowed her to do it. He could have put up more of a fight, but he didn’t. He’s too weak. He always has been. Seromine may have saved his soul, but not even The Lord can give him more wrestling talent.
He’s exactly where he started. He’s still old. He’s still slow. He’s still losing.
“Stop,” he screamed to himself, and to no one in particular.
He knew that wasn’t true. He wasn’t the same. He has been saved. He has been chosen. Seromine must have his reasons. Gabriel didn’t understand them, but he wasn’t meant to. The Lord works in mysterious ways. It wasn’t his job to question. It was his job to follow.
Seromine, in all of his infinite wisdom and kindness, had forgiven him. He had comforted him in his hour of need. He understood that Gabriel was sorry. Seromine is a kind and just person.
That is why Gabriel felt so horrible. Seromine trusted him. Seromine had faith in him. Seromine believed in him. Gabriel had let him down.
Living a Legacy was supposed to be a glorious night for The Lord. He was going to finally vanquish that disgusting magician. He was going to unify the International and North American championships. He was going to cement himself as the greatest competitor in PCW. He was going to prove to the nonbelievers that he was the one true Lord. Meanwhile, Gabriel would win the Icemann Invitational Tournament. It was meant to come together so perfectly. It was supposed to display the power of The Lord. It was going to be glorious.
And then Gabriel screwed it up.
No.
“You can’t do this to yourself anymore,” he thought to himself. “You’re not Rick Majors. You have been reborn. You are Gabriel. You have been saved. You have been freed from your past.”
Gabriel slowly stood up. He knew that he had to be strong. He had to repay Seromine for the trust that had been placed in him. He had to rise up again. He had to push through. The Lord has been through many trials and tribulations. He has suffered. He has had sinners mock him and nonbelievers doubt his words. He has been taunted and threatened and jeered for speaking the truth. And yet, he persists. He carries on. Despite the fact that every week on Trauma, some slackjawed idiot curses at him as he walks to the ring, Seromine carries on.
Seromine is a true hero. He is a god who walks among men. And he has blessed Gabriel with his presence. He has guided him through the woods and helped him find the light at the end of the tunnel. Gabriel cannot quit now. Seromine deserves better. He deserves victory. And that is what he will get.
High Tide, like many others in PCW, is a sinner. He is a drunk. He is a joke. He does not respect his body or his mind. He is a deviant who makes a mockery of everything that is good and holy in this world. Gabriel needs to regain Seromine’s trust. Destroying this pathetic pirate is the way to do it.
And then, after Seromine crucifies the magician, Gabriel and Seromine will sit side-by-side in victory once again. As it should be.
Praise Seromine. Praise the Lord.