Post by The Anarchist on Jul 22, 2018 22:54:17 GMT -5
There was something special about the latest win for Seromine. With the amount of triple threats and fatal four ways he had been booked in (and won) over the last three years, you would think management would stop placing him in those. Then again, a win is a win, no matter how many were involved in the loss.
The last one featured Grimm, Justin “Stormm” Michaels and Stacy Jones. This one featured Hiroshi Yukio, Darren “Monster” Silvaira and Stacy Jones. Only two examples of a larger resume, but both resulting in W’s for YOUR Lord and Savior.
The addition of two giants is what made this one special. Those types of wrestlers were never an easy win, let alone a fun night out in the ring, due in part to their strength advantages. Seromine wasn’t going to win a power contest with Yukio and Monster. So he had to outsmart the competition and pull one of them into a trap.
Before anyone in the faithful could say ‘Yokozuna,’ Hiroshi found himself tapping out to Original Sin. It wasn’t often Seromine looked for a submission victory, but he had the ability to end matches with them whenever he felt like going to that wheelhouse. So with his WIN AGAINST SIN secured, attention turned to Gabriel and his Last Man Standing match with Gerard Angelo, one of PCW’s rising stars.
That’s where the good times ended.
The young ones are going
(Downtown) the young ones are growing
We're the kids in America (whoa)
We're the kids in America (whoa)
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Kim Wilde’s 1981 hit song was playing inside of Jubilee’s Diner, located in downtown Los Angeles. The music video appeared on a panel of television screens inside of the eighties adorned eatery. Neon lights were fixtures inside and outside. Geometrical pattern floors (some of which were checkerboard) collided with the BRIGHT wall colors. The interior was like MTV meets Double Dare. One of the waitresses who served Seromine and Destiny was dressed like Madonna circa 1984! If you loved the decade, this was the place to be.
Except they were on the way out.
“That was fun”
“This used to be where the headquarters of *TUF* (Team USA Federation) stood. I guess Frank (MistaBigGTyme) couldn’t handle paying James (JBK) for his services and had to abandon his residence. He lived in his office, you know?”
“I wouldn’t put it past him.”
“Yeah. Seems so long ago. Shame nothing of the old stomping grounds remains.”
“I remember when you had me stand in the crowd for my TV debut. You were cutting a promo in the ring and had a cue to spot me holding a sign. Nobody knew we were dating. They all thought I was just some random fan, heh.”
Seromine has a laugh over the memory of eighteen years past. “Remember the following year when I walked out of the company and left them without a World Champion?”
Destiny nods as they get into their car and drive away from the location. “Of course. Frank was left ghost white over it. I wish I had a picture of that moment.”
“Fucking backstage politics was a cancer in that place and eventually killed it.”
The discussion of the former organization finished with that statement. It was ancient history and deserved to be left behind. They returned only after Johnny “Loco” Marquez was hired back for wrongful termination and would spend several more years there, despite the climate that existed behind the scenes. It was the last time he competed for the company.
“I can’t get over Gabriel sending himself to the hospital” grumbles Seromine. “What the HELL was he thinking?”
That took everything back to the present.
“How many more injuries can I add to my medical history?” came the quick reply.
Rather than drive Southeast to Anaheim, Seromine and Destiny headed North for Camarillo. They arrive to the property only to be greeted with a very peculiar surprise...
“What the---”
Seromine got out of the car to reach into one of the orange trees, coming away with a withered book page. It was from "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe.
Thousands of pages greeted him everywhere in Labyrinth Grove, but especially at the heart where the structures were. It was there his followers stood idly by with torn pages in their hands. Seromine’s once good mood, had soured, and he wasn’t about to be made a fool of.
“I want answers, Brothers and Sisters, and I want them now. So we’ll try this the easy way first. Who did it?” he stares down everyone like they were lined up for a firing squad. “And why?”
Destiny had those very same questions as she walked towards the Eternal Flame. Meanwhile, Seromine patiently waited on an answer. The followers are stoic as they stare straight ahead. Their body language tipped that they don’t know the answer to either question.
Seromine sighs while looking up at the pink and orange sky.
“Colossians 3:25. For the wrongdoer will be paid back for the wrong he has done, and there is no partiality.”
His focus returns to them. “Who did it? And Why?”
Seromine slowly looks at each follower one by one. The tension is palatable. Still, no one was confessing. They watch as their leader turns away from them.
“I wasn’t planning on being here tonight. But something told me, I better come check on things. Do you see what my wife is doing? That should be YOUR job. Not hers! I don’t know what this---this---display is supposed to mean! What I do know is that somebody better answer my questions. WHO did it?!” he pauses. “And WHY?!”
Seromine leaves them to re-think their positions. He marched down a small path to join Destiny. She’s scooping up pages by the handful to toss into the giant bonfire.
“Stop, my love. This is not for you or I to do. We spend so little time here, that it shouldn’t be our burden. I’ve got the others thinking for themselves, or trying to, and hopefully, they’ll tell me who thought they were being funny.”
Destiny halts her labor. The glow of the fire dances across her face, a suitable symbol for how she must be feeling. “I’m not doing it for our sake. While I find this whole thing to be abnormal, I find their actions to be abhorrent. Doing this prevents me from wringing their fucking necks.”
She gives him a quick kiss before resuming her work. “Besides, I don’t intend on doing this a second longer than is necessary. When you’re ready for punishment to be handed down, I’ll be there to help you carry it out.”
Seromine smiles while holding her left hand. There is a squeeze exchanged between them. He then leaves her to go confront once more. A prayer circle is broken up as soon as he approaches.
“Well?”
They lower their heads. Not for prayer to GOD. Not for forgiveness from Seromine. But because they are ashamed. Seromine has seen enough. “Very well. Keep your forked tongues inside of your mouths. Your vocals are but Satan’s way to ventriloquism.”
It was a stinging criticism; one not lost on any of the twelve, making their heads sink that much lower. Seromine departs a second time. When he returns…
“You serpents, you brood of vipers, how are you to escape being sentenced to hell?” Destiny was with him, quoting Matthew 23:33 with scorn. “There is no rest for the wicked. Tonight, you will pick up the mess you made. GOD sees everything you do, and if you so much as defy us, we’ll know and make your next punishment tenfold. Consider this a reprieve!”
It was the final words left with them. With nightfall blanketing, they split up and move about the property to partake in a marathon clean-up.
The last one featured Grimm, Justin “Stormm” Michaels and Stacy Jones. This one featured Hiroshi Yukio, Darren “Monster” Silvaira and Stacy Jones. Only two examples of a larger resume, but both resulting in W’s for YOUR Lord and Savior.
The addition of two giants is what made this one special. Those types of wrestlers were never an easy win, let alone a fun night out in the ring, due in part to their strength advantages. Seromine wasn’t going to win a power contest with Yukio and Monster. So he had to outsmart the competition and pull one of them into a trap.
Before anyone in the faithful could say ‘Yokozuna,’ Hiroshi found himself tapping out to Original Sin. It wasn’t often Seromine looked for a submission victory, but he had the ability to end matches with them whenever he felt like going to that wheelhouse. So with his WIN AGAINST SIN secured, attention turned to Gabriel and his Last Man Standing match with Gerard Angelo, one of PCW’s rising stars.
That’s where the good times ended.
The young ones are going
(Downtown) the young ones are growing
We're the kids in America (whoa)
We're the kids in America (whoa)
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Kim Wilde’s 1981 hit song was playing inside of Jubilee’s Diner, located in downtown Los Angeles. The music video appeared on a panel of television screens inside of the eighties adorned eatery. Neon lights were fixtures inside and outside. Geometrical pattern floors (some of which were checkerboard) collided with the BRIGHT wall colors. The interior was like MTV meets Double Dare. One of the waitresses who served Seromine and Destiny was dressed like Madonna circa 1984! If you loved the decade, this was the place to be.
Except they were on the way out.
“That was fun”
“This used to be where the headquarters of *TUF* (Team USA Federation) stood. I guess Frank (MistaBigGTyme) couldn’t handle paying James (JBK) for his services and had to abandon his residence. He lived in his office, you know?”
“I wouldn’t put it past him.”
“Yeah. Seems so long ago. Shame nothing of the old stomping grounds remains.”
“I remember when you had me stand in the crowd for my TV debut. You were cutting a promo in the ring and had a cue to spot me holding a sign. Nobody knew we were dating. They all thought I was just some random fan, heh.”
Seromine has a laugh over the memory of eighteen years past. “Remember the following year when I walked out of the company and left them without a World Champion?”
Destiny nods as they get into their car and drive away from the location. “Of course. Frank was left ghost white over it. I wish I had a picture of that moment.”
“Fucking backstage politics was a cancer in that place and eventually killed it.”
The discussion of the former organization finished with that statement. It was ancient history and deserved to be left behind. They returned only after Johnny “Loco” Marquez was hired back for wrongful termination and would spend several more years there, despite the climate that existed behind the scenes. It was the last time he competed for the company.
“I can’t get over Gabriel sending himself to the hospital” grumbles Seromine. “What the HELL was he thinking?”
That took everything back to the present.
“How many more injuries can I add to my medical history?” came the quick reply.
Rather than drive Southeast to Anaheim, Seromine and Destiny headed North for Camarillo. They arrive to the property only to be greeted with a very peculiar surprise...
“What the---”
Seromine got out of the car to reach into one of the orange trees, coming away with a withered book page. It was from "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe.
Thousands of pages greeted him everywhere in Labyrinth Grove, but especially at the heart where the structures were. It was there his followers stood idly by with torn pages in their hands. Seromine’s once good mood, had soured, and he wasn’t about to be made a fool of.
“I want answers, Brothers and Sisters, and I want them now. So we’ll try this the easy way first. Who did it?” he stares down everyone like they were lined up for a firing squad. “And why?”
Destiny had those very same questions as she walked towards the Eternal Flame. Meanwhile, Seromine patiently waited on an answer. The followers are stoic as they stare straight ahead. Their body language tipped that they don’t know the answer to either question.
Seromine sighs while looking up at the pink and orange sky.
“Colossians 3:25. For the wrongdoer will be paid back for the wrong he has done, and there is no partiality.”
His focus returns to them. “Who did it? And Why?”
Seromine slowly looks at each follower one by one. The tension is palatable. Still, no one was confessing. They watch as their leader turns away from them.
“I wasn’t planning on being here tonight. But something told me, I better come check on things. Do you see what my wife is doing? That should be YOUR job. Not hers! I don’t know what this---this---display is supposed to mean! What I do know is that somebody better answer my questions. WHO did it?!” he pauses. “And WHY?!”
Seromine leaves them to re-think their positions. He marched down a small path to join Destiny. She’s scooping up pages by the handful to toss into the giant bonfire.
“Stop, my love. This is not for you or I to do. We spend so little time here, that it shouldn’t be our burden. I’ve got the others thinking for themselves, or trying to, and hopefully, they’ll tell me who thought they were being funny.”
Destiny halts her labor. The glow of the fire dances across her face, a suitable symbol for how she must be feeling. “I’m not doing it for our sake. While I find this whole thing to be abnormal, I find their actions to be abhorrent. Doing this prevents me from wringing their fucking necks.”
She gives him a quick kiss before resuming her work. “Besides, I don’t intend on doing this a second longer than is necessary. When you’re ready for punishment to be handed down, I’ll be there to help you carry it out.”
Seromine smiles while holding her left hand. There is a squeeze exchanged between them. He then leaves her to go confront once more. A prayer circle is broken up as soon as he approaches.
“Well?”
They lower their heads. Not for prayer to GOD. Not for forgiveness from Seromine. But because they are ashamed. Seromine has seen enough. “Very well. Keep your forked tongues inside of your mouths. Your vocals are but Satan’s way to ventriloquism.”
It was a stinging criticism; one not lost on any of the twelve, making their heads sink that much lower. Seromine departs a second time. When he returns…
“You serpents, you brood of vipers, how are you to escape being sentenced to hell?” Destiny was with him, quoting Matthew 23:33 with scorn. “There is no rest for the wicked. Tonight, you will pick up the mess you made. GOD sees everything you do, and if you so much as defy us, we’ll know and make your next punishment tenfold. Consider this a reprieve!”
It was the final words left with them. With nightfall blanketing, they split up and move about the property to partake in a marathon clean-up.