Post by The Anarchist on Jan 7, 2018 23:19:58 GMT -5
PRESENT DAY
BEDROOM OF JASON AND DESTINY
ANAHEIM, CA
9:00 AM
She barely had a word to speak early in the morning. She wasn’t upset with her husband or children. She was alert, but numb. Correspondence had come to her with news that her estranged father, Thomas, had passed away behind prison bars two days ago. Destiny was not shedding any tears over his death. The news was still filtering, so perhaps when the shock value wore off...no. She had no love for the man. That had died years ago as a young child of seven. There was no reconciliation to be found at thirty-seven. Her heart was cold like an unused fireplace towards him.
Had she ever seen him again, inferno would be an apt way of describing her emotion. Sunlight radiated inside the rather ordinary bedroom. There was a California king sized bed in the center, which is what she was sitting on. The floral comforter remained tangled from the emergence of her and Jason. There was a modestly sized television facing them in a walnut entertainment center. It remained off. There was a dresser facing his side of the bed, a closet that she put to use for clothing and storing assorted items. And a bathroom. Violet curtains had been pulled away from their hosts, giving a glimpse to views of the front lawn and palms that dotted their street.
News had been passed along in the form of voicemail. Her younger sister (and only sibling), Evelyn, was the messenger. Destiny sighed when she read the number. Once upon a time, they had been close. But time passed and directions became opposite. Ev, as Destiny liked calling her, wasn’t a strained relationship per se. Was the paternal death meant to be some sort of twisted olive branch?
Jason had checked on her, lending himself for whatever she needed him for. As had the girls. She intimated that she would be okay, wanting some time alone to think. When she had the room all to herself is when thoughts began to circle around her mother, Megan. How was she taking the so-called “bad” news? Why didn’t she call herself? Maybe there was a source of conflict and contradiction inside after all. No. That was just the culmination of weight being lifted off her shoulders talking. She was convinced that’s all it was.
Destiny picked herself up off the bed, gathering a set of clothes to dress in, before trekking into the bathroom to get ready. Her outfit would be a white button up blouse combined with a knee length black dress and ankle boots. Taking a page out of her husband’s ring attire, a black ribbon bow tie was fitted through the collar. It was unseasonably warm in California, so she had no use for a sweater. That, and she had no intentions of staying gone long. She hardly wore makeup in general, and today would be none. Her brunette hair found itself worked into a cute french braid.
She departs the bedroom. Ready as she’ll ever be. Following the routine exchange of ‘I love you’ and a kiss with hubby, Destiny jumps into her car and departs to find out answers to long buried questions.
HOME OF MEGAN MCNAMARA
LITHIUM FALLS, CA
10:30 AM
“Daddy, I don’t want to play hide and seek.”
“Aw, does my little princess not like the special attention I give her?”
-she shakes her head-
“Why? I’m not hurting you. Am I?”
“No---but I don’t like it when you touch me. It’s wrong!”
“It’s our little secret. Just remember what I said, and everything will be alright.”
the little girl looks VERY uncomfortable in the situation. It’s apparent that this has been going on for some time. She clutches onto her teddy bear, almost hiding her oval face behind it. The stuffed toy serves as a shield in her imagination. Her forty-five year old father, with the hardened look of a blue collar worker, is not dissuaded. One powerful, calloused hand covers her mouth. While the free roaming other…
Tears were staining her cheeks. The violation had been committed long ago. The magnitude of her father’s death had finally caught up. It was like old scars being cut back open. She had fought her way through the dark turbulence years ago. Her childhood was marred by wandering hands. Her adolescence spent with trying to come to terms of what happened. Her cries of help had fallen on deaf ears through the power of intimidation and an instilled belief that no one would believe her. Her father had it all figured out. His eldest was mentally ill. Who would believe that secretly, under the disguise of being a hard working, tax paying, upstanding citizen, lay a predatory criminal?
When he did it to his then four-year old granddaughter, Kristen, justice came calling for his head at the Hangman’s noose. Destiny had met Jason when they were teenagers. The lone soul she was somehow able to confide in. He also was broken. As the cliché goes, it was love at first sight. They had their first child when both were in their early twenties. It was a sleepover at Grandma’s when the single act occurred. Thomas, who was thought to be in jail at the time, snuck into his former home. He quietly slipped inside of the bedroom the young child was sleeping in and proceeded to molest her. What he didn’t know is that an alert neighbor had spotted him, enabling the cops to be called to the scene.
He was apprehended. Jason had to be restrained and removed from the courtroom on the day of sentencing. For Destiny, it was a return to the past. If she had been allowed, she would have killed the son of a bitch on the spot. Thankfully Kristen grew up without any lingering trauma. Her parents did their best to make sure her life was one filled with happiness and normalcy.
Now he was dead. If only that had come sooner, she thought to herself. Taking more time to gather her wits, Destiny exhales sharply before leaving the car. She pauses on the paved sidewalk. “What the hell am I even doing here?” she silently asks. Even in death, the motherfucker still found a way to get to her. She closes her eyes tightly and balls her hands into a fist, ready to swing at the first person stupid enough to cross her.
“Oh my---I didn’t expect to see you.”
It was Megan and her silvery voice. Destiny’s eyes open to see her mother approaching. She was approaching fifty-two years of age and worked as a seamstress. Her hair reached just below her ears, and still showed signs of light brown amongst the incoming grey. She looked like a healthy woman, standing a good 5’7” and very little give away to her age. Destiny definitely had her facial features, but owned the height. Megan looked less saddened than Destiny expected. Not to say that she hadn’t been grieving, buoyed perhaps by the sudden arrival of her daughter. There was an attempt at a genuine hug from the matriarch. Destiny willed herself to allow contact, albeit half-heartedly.
“The feeling is mutual. How are you holding up?” she asks with guarded caution.
“About as well as to be expected, I suppose. He---”
Destiny interrupts.
“I don’t care how he went. All that matters to me, is that he’s gone. Now he’s the devil’s problem.”
Megan sighed, trying her best not to exacerbate the tension.“Would you like to come inside?"
Destiny glared and then turned her focus on the stone and stucco exterior of the charming cottage home. It looked like it was plucked from a storybook. In fact, the whole of Lithium Falls had that kind of mass appeal. “I’m here so we can talk.”
“Very well then. Come on, I just made a pot of coffee, if...you would like a cup?”
The two head inside. Destiny remained distant, but was trying to find a place of neutrality. Her attention was diverted to the litany of photos of years past and present framed on the walls. She was in several of them. The others were of relatives and their own families or individual portrait sessions.
“Would you like cream and sugar in your coffee?”
Destiny didn’t immediately respond. The question was repeated.
“What? Oh. No. I don’t want any coffee, thanks.”
Destiny pries herself away from the photographic memory lane and into the living room. No sooner did she have a seat on the beige victoria sofa, did her mother join with a small cup of hot coffee in her hand.
“How are the kids?”
“Doing good. They said thank you for the Christmas gifts you sent them.”
Megan smiles. “I’m glad they enjoyed them. How’s Jason?”
“The same. We had a lovely new year together. But our work is never done. As long as there are sinners to be found...”Destiny caught herself. “He’s doing great.”
“Sinners?” Megan asked with a hint of amusement. “I think someone forgot to leave work at the workplace, again.”
“And I think someone forgot to protect their offspring from a philandering pervert!”
The dam was about to burst.
“Is that what you came here for? To confront me on the day your father died?”
“That BASTARD was anything but a father! YOU let him get away with what he did to me!”
“Destiny...I...”
“Were afraid of him? Lived in denial? Try both and then some.”
“It’s been thirty-years, Destiny. You worked through these problems. Or at least I thought you had.”
“I have, mother. I have. But you haven’t. And I’m here to square away the debt. Every night I lay in bed, hoping that he wouldn’t come in. Every day when I came home from school, all I could think about was escaping. When he couldn’t find some other woman for companionship, he sought me out.”
Megan couldn’t look her in the eye as the emotions spilled over, threatening to take the ship down like the mighty Titanic. It was becoming clear that she had not completely forgiven her mother.
“Then he did it again to Kristen. She was even younger than me when it happened. Luckily, she has no recollection of the event.”
“And he was arrested, wasn’t he? He was sent far, far away to a place where couldn’t have the opportunity to ever do it again.”
“He should have NEVER been allowed to do it the first time! Not to me! Not to her! Not to anyone!YOU failed as a parent! No. You failed as a human being.”
Megan remained calm, despite the stinging condemnation from her first born. There was a sense of detachment, of denial, permeating from her. This wasn’t the first time she heard those barbs. Destiny spots a box of kleenex nearby. She pulls a pair out and begins to dry her eyes.
“As I have said before, I’ll say again. I am truly sorry for everything that happened. I wish I could go back in time and make better choices, but those mistakes are mine to live with. I’m not perfect, Destiny. Nobody is. I don’t know what the hell you want from me!”
“Pray.”
Megan is caught off guard. “Pardon?”
“Pray. I want you to pray. I want you to pray to GOD for forgiveness. He wants me to forgive you completely. But I need to hear you ask. Please.”
Megan was dumbfounded by the request. “If that will put this to rest once and for all...”
Destiny extends her right hand out. Megan accepts and allows it to be moved to her heart. Destiny takes her mother’s left hand and places it over her own heart. The two women bow their heads.
“Heavenly Father. I come to you with a request of forgiveness. I have done wrong in the past, and have hurt someone that I love dearly. I ask of you to take her pain away, to forgive my mistakes and allow peace to reach her heart. In Jesus’ name, amen.”
Destiny whispers, “In Seromine’s name, amen.”
Their eyes reopen. Destiny throws her arms around her mother and holds tight. Megan embraces as she profusely apologizes with her face buried in her daughter’s shoulder. “I’m sorry for what I said” replies Destiny.
“Don’t be. You felt the need to get it out of your system. Hopefully, this will be the start of a better relationship between us.” Her words were genuine. While hearing this, Destiny reaches into her purse. She pulls out a small, white candle and a lighter. The candle is lit and presented.
“Peace offering, mommy.”
Megan chuckles. “Thanks. I think. I’ll put it on the mantle.” To which she does.
“I have to go now.”
“So soon?”
“Yeah. I told the others I wouldn’t be gone very long.”
Megan nods. “I understand. I suppose I should get ready myself. There are arrangements to be made after all, and I’m certain you won’t be the only visitor today.”
Destiny smirks. “I’m sure I won’t be. I love you, mom.”
“I love you too. Drive safely and tell the family I said hello.”
And so ends that chapter. Destiny takes one more look and waves. Megan watched out the window as her daughter drives away. There is a lump in her throat from a silent goodbye. The healing can finally begin.
SEROMINE PROMO
12:45 PM
“We have crossed over from two-thousand seventeen, into the start of new prosperity, brothers and sisters. For those who have accepted me into their hearts, I welcome the chance to save their souls; to wash away their sins; to make them presentable in a world that turned their backs on them. ALL roads lead to SALVATION. It’s just that simple.
I pray that those who have fallen into temptation, resist the dangerous allure of Satan. I pray that they call upon the word of SEROMINE to save them, accept me, accept US, into their lives. Confess their souls contents and receive the gift of light. Our enemies continue to plague like a virus. They see me as a monster. Foolishly they cannot see through their blindfolds, choosing instead to persecute me on the cross.
Malachi 4:3, “And you shall tread down the wicked, for they will be ashes under the soles of your feet, on the day when I act, says the Lord of hosts.”
They shall pay for their transgression.
Sticks and stones may break my bones, Miss Gordon, but you’ll never end me. No one will. Your false bravado has clouded your better judgment, and forced lies to be spewed. I am the savior of souls. Our gospel has spread and nothing you do, nothing you say, will change that.
I’m already in your head, Brenna. You clearly thought about me while away. Do you think your actions are somehow going to stop our crusade? You are just another in the growing line of persecutors. I don’t need to beat you. But I am. I’m going to beat you to the point that you’ll be begging to be put out of your misery. Only I won’t give you the relief you’ll seek. I’m going to be the poison that corrodes your veins in agonizing fashion.
For someone so aloof, the thought of you having to trust Kyle is amusing. Do you think Kyle can be trusted? He couldn’t even get his newly won title, and somehow, you think he’ll be able to have your back. The last time you saw me, Kyle, I laid you flat out! The last time you saw your World Title...it was being stolen by a pair of opportunists. One failed twice in his recent attempts to get into the big picture, settling instead for a consolation North American Championship. A title Gabriel is better without. The other was beaten so badly by Phinehas Grimm, that he had to go and change his name almost immediately to get away from it. Matthews or Vivacious, I don’t care. The end result for Notorious, is going to be the exact same as the end result for Brenna and Kyle.
Defeat.
Gabriel and myself are about to ring in the new year with a WIN AGAINST SIN! So go on and hurl your childish insults. They’re just words. Our ACTIONS will speak louder and put the four of you down for the count inside of the cage.
Praise Seromine.
Praise the Lord.
HOME OF JASON AND DESTINY
FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER
“I’m home, babe.”
Jason looks at his wife and smiles. “How’d it go?”
“Good. Now we can finally turn the page and start the next chapter.”
“Us against the world?”
Destiny was all too elated by the sound of the question. “Always.”
BEDROOM OF JASON AND DESTINY
ANAHEIM, CA
9:00 AM
She barely had a word to speak early in the morning. She wasn’t upset with her husband or children. She was alert, but numb. Correspondence had come to her with news that her estranged father, Thomas, had passed away behind prison bars two days ago. Destiny was not shedding any tears over his death. The news was still filtering, so perhaps when the shock value wore off...no. She had no love for the man. That had died years ago as a young child of seven. There was no reconciliation to be found at thirty-seven. Her heart was cold like an unused fireplace towards him.
Had she ever seen him again, inferno would be an apt way of describing her emotion. Sunlight radiated inside the rather ordinary bedroom. There was a California king sized bed in the center, which is what she was sitting on. The floral comforter remained tangled from the emergence of her and Jason. There was a modestly sized television facing them in a walnut entertainment center. It remained off. There was a dresser facing his side of the bed, a closet that she put to use for clothing and storing assorted items. And a bathroom. Violet curtains had been pulled away from their hosts, giving a glimpse to views of the front lawn and palms that dotted their street.
News had been passed along in the form of voicemail. Her younger sister (and only sibling), Evelyn, was the messenger. Destiny sighed when she read the number. Once upon a time, they had been close. But time passed and directions became opposite. Ev, as Destiny liked calling her, wasn’t a strained relationship per se. Was the paternal death meant to be some sort of twisted olive branch?
Jason had checked on her, lending himself for whatever she needed him for. As had the girls. She intimated that she would be okay, wanting some time alone to think. When she had the room all to herself is when thoughts began to circle around her mother, Megan. How was she taking the so-called “bad” news? Why didn’t she call herself? Maybe there was a source of conflict and contradiction inside after all. No. That was just the culmination of weight being lifted off her shoulders talking. She was convinced that’s all it was.
Destiny picked herself up off the bed, gathering a set of clothes to dress in, before trekking into the bathroom to get ready. Her outfit would be a white button up blouse combined with a knee length black dress and ankle boots. Taking a page out of her husband’s ring attire, a black ribbon bow tie was fitted through the collar. It was unseasonably warm in California, so she had no use for a sweater. That, and she had no intentions of staying gone long. She hardly wore makeup in general, and today would be none. Her brunette hair found itself worked into a cute french braid.
She departs the bedroom. Ready as she’ll ever be. Following the routine exchange of ‘I love you’ and a kiss with hubby, Destiny jumps into her car and departs to find out answers to long buried questions.
HOME OF MEGAN MCNAMARA
LITHIUM FALLS, CA
10:30 AM
“Daddy, I don’t want to play hide and seek.”
“Aw, does my little princess not like the special attention I give her?”
-she shakes her head-
“Why? I’m not hurting you. Am I?”
“No---but I don’t like it when you touch me. It’s wrong!”
“It’s our little secret. Just remember what I said, and everything will be alright.”
the little girl looks VERY uncomfortable in the situation. It’s apparent that this has been going on for some time. She clutches onto her teddy bear, almost hiding her oval face behind it. The stuffed toy serves as a shield in her imagination. Her forty-five year old father, with the hardened look of a blue collar worker, is not dissuaded. One powerful, calloused hand covers her mouth. While the free roaming other…
Tears were staining her cheeks. The violation had been committed long ago. The magnitude of her father’s death had finally caught up. It was like old scars being cut back open. She had fought her way through the dark turbulence years ago. Her childhood was marred by wandering hands. Her adolescence spent with trying to come to terms of what happened. Her cries of help had fallen on deaf ears through the power of intimidation and an instilled belief that no one would believe her. Her father had it all figured out. His eldest was mentally ill. Who would believe that secretly, under the disguise of being a hard working, tax paying, upstanding citizen, lay a predatory criminal?
When he did it to his then four-year old granddaughter, Kristen, justice came calling for his head at the Hangman’s noose. Destiny had met Jason when they were teenagers. The lone soul she was somehow able to confide in. He also was broken. As the cliché goes, it was love at first sight. They had their first child when both were in their early twenties. It was a sleepover at Grandma’s when the single act occurred. Thomas, who was thought to be in jail at the time, snuck into his former home. He quietly slipped inside of the bedroom the young child was sleeping in and proceeded to molest her. What he didn’t know is that an alert neighbor had spotted him, enabling the cops to be called to the scene.
He was apprehended. Jason had to be restrained and removed from the courtroom on the day of sentencing. For Destiny, it was a return to the past. If she had been allowed, she would have killed the son of a bitch on the spot. Thankfully Kristen grew up without any lingering trauma. Her parents did their best to make sure her life was one filled with happiness and normalcy.
Now he was dead. If only that had come sooner, she thought to herself. Taking more time to gather her wits, Destiny exhales sharply before leaving the car. She pauses on the paved sidewalk. “What the hell am I even doing here?” she silently asks. Even in death, the motherfucker still found a way to get to her. She closes her eyes tightly and balls her hands into a fist, ready to swing at the first person stupid enough to cross her.
“Oh my---I didn’t expect to see you.”
It was Megan and her silvery voice. Destiny’s eyes open to see her mother approaching. She was approaching fifty-two years of age and worked as a seamstress. Her hair reached just below her ears, and still showed signs of light brown amongst the incoming grey. She looked like a healthy woman, standing a good 5’7” and very little give away to her age. Destiny definitely had her facial features, but owned the height. Megan looked less saddened than Destiny expected. Not to say that she hadn’t been grieving, buoyed perhaps by the sudden arrival of her daughter. There was an attempt at a genuine hug from the matriarch. Destiny willed herself to allow contact, albeit half-heartedly.
“The feeling is mutual. How are you holding up?” she asks with guarded caution.
“About as well as to be expected, I suppose. He---”
Destiny interrupts.
“I don’t care how he went. All that matters to me, is that he’s gone. Now he’s the devil’s problem.”
Megan sighed, trying her best not to exacerbate the tension.“Would you like to come inside?"
Destiny glared and then turned her focus on the stone and stucco exterior of the charming cottage home. It looked like it was plucked from a storybook. In fact, the whole of Lithium Falls had that kind of mass appeal. “I’m here so we can talk.”
“Very well then. Come on, I just made a pot of coffee, if...you would like a cup?”
The two head inside. Destiny remained distant, but was trying to find a place of neutrality. Her attention was diverted to the litany of photos of years past and present framed on the walls. She was in several of them. The others were of relatives and their own families or individual portrait sessions.
“Would you like cream and sugar in your coffee?”
Destiny didn’t immediately respond. The question was repeated.
“What? Oh. No. I don’t want any coffee, thanks.”
Destiny pries herself away from the photographic memory lane and into the living room. No sooner did she have a seat on the beige victoria sofa, did her mother join with a small cup of hot coffee in her hand.
“How are the kids?”
“Doing good. They said thank you for the Christmas gifts you sent them.”
Megan smiles. “I’m glad they enjoyed them. How’s Jason?”
“The same. We had a lovely new year together. But our work is never done. As long as there are sinners to be found...”Destiny caught herself. “He’s doing great.”
“Sinners?” Megan asked with a hint of amusement. “I think someone forgot to leave work at the workplace, again.”
“And I think someone forgot to protect their offspring from a philandering pervert!”
The dam was about to burst.
“Is that what you came here for? To confront me on the day your father died?”
“That BASTARD was anything but a father! YOU let him get away with what he did to me!”
“Destiny...I...”
“Were afraid of him? Lived in denial? Try both and then some.”
“It’s been thirty-years, Destiny. You worked through these problems. Or at least I thought you had.”
“I have, mother. I have. But you haven’t. And I’m here to square away the debt. Every night I lay in bed, hoping that he wouldn’t come in. Every day when I came home from school, all I could think about was escaping. When he couldn’t find some other woman for companionship, he sought me out.”
Megan couldn’t look her in the eye as the emotions spilled over, threatening to take the ship down like the mighty Titanic. It was becoming clear that she had not completely forgiven her mother.
“Then he did it again to Kristen. She was even younger than me when it happened. Luckily, she has no recollection of the event.”
“And he was arrested, wasn’t he? He was sent far, far away to a place where couldn’t have the opportunity to ever do it again.”
“He should have NEVER been allowed to do it the first time! Not to me! Not to her! Not to anyone!YOU failed as a parent! No. You failed as a human being.”
Megan remained calm, despite the stinging condemnation from her first born. There was a sense of detachment, of denial, permeating from her. This wasn’t the first time she heard those barbs. Destiny spots a box of kleenex nearby. She pulls a pair out and begins to dry her eyes.
“As I have said before, I’ll say again. I am truly sorry for everything that happened. I wish I could go back in time and make better choices, but those mistakes are mine to live with. I’m not perfect, Destiny. Nobody is. I don’t know what the hell you want from me!”
“Pray.”
Megan is caught off guard. “Pardon?”
“Pray. I want you to pray. I want you to pray to GOD for forgiveness. He wants me to forgive you completely. But I need to hear you ask. Please.”
Megan was dumbfounded by the request. “If that will put this to rest once and for all...”
Destiny extends her right hand out. Megan accepts and allows it to be moved to her heart. Destiny takes her mother’s left hand and places it over her own heart. The two women bow their heads.
“Heavenly Father. I come to you with a request of forgiveness. I have done wrong in the past, and have hurt someone that I love dearly. I ask of you to take her pain away, to forgive my mistakes and allow peace to reach her heart. In Jesus’ name, amen.”
Destiny whispers, “In Seromine’s name, amen.”
Their eyes reopen. Destiny throws her arms around her mother and holds tight. Megan embraces as she profusely apologizes with her face buried in her daughter’s shoulder. “I’m sorry for what I said” replies Destiny.
“Don’t be. You felt the need to get it out of your system. Hopefully, this will be the start of a better relationship between us.” Her words were genuine. While hearing this, Destiny reaches into her purse. She pulls out a small, white candle and a lighter. The candle is lit and presented.
“Peace offering, mommy.”
Megan chuckles. “Thanks. I think. I’ll put it on the mantle.” To which she does.
“I have to go now.”
“So soon?”
“Yeah. I told the others I wouldn’t be gone very long.”
Megan nods. “I understand. I suppose I should get ready myself. There are arrangements to be made after all, and I’m certain you won’t be the only visitor today.”
Destiny smirks. “I’m sure I won’t be. I love you, mom.”
“I love you too. Drive safely and tell the family I said hello.”
And so ends that chapter. Destiny takes one more look and waves. Megan watched out the window as her daughter drives away. There is a lump in her throat from a silent goodbye. The healing can finally begin.
SEROMINE PROMO
12:45 PM
“We have crossed over from two-thousand seventeen, into the start of new prosperity, brothers and sisters. For those who have accepted me into their hearts, I welcome the chance to save their souls; to wash away their sins; to make them presentable in a world that turned their backs on them. ALL roads lead to SALVATION. It’s just that simple.
I pray that those who have fallen into temptation, resist the dangerous allure of Satan. I pray that they call upon the word of SEROMINE to save them, accept me, accept US, into their lives. Confess their souls contents and receive the gift of light. Our enemies continue to plague like a virus. They see me as a monster. Foolishly they cannot see through their blindfolds, choosing instead to persecute me on the cross.
Malachi 4:3, “And you shall tread down the wicked, for they will be ashes under the soles of your feet, on the day when I act, says the Lord of hosts.”
They shall pay for their transgression.
Sticks and stones may break my bones, Miss Gordon, but you’ll never end me. No one will. Your false bravado has clouded your better judgment, and forced lies to be spewed. I am the savior of souls. Our gospel has spread and nothing you do, nothing you say, will change that.
I’m already in your head, Brenna. You clearly thought about me while away. Do you think your actions are somehow going to stop our crusade? You are just another in the growing line of persecutors. I don’t need to beat you. But I am. I’m going to beat you to the point that you’ll be begging to be put out of your misery. Only I won’t give you the relief you’ll seek. I’m going to be the poison that corrodes your veins in agonizing fashion.
For someone so aloof, the thought of you having to trust Kyle is amusing. Do you think Kyle can be trusted? He couldn’t even get his newly won title, and somehow, you think he’ll be able to have your back. The last time you saw me, Kyle, I laid you flat out! The last time you saw your World Title...it was being stolen by a pair of opportunists. One failed twice in his recent attempts to get into the big picture, settling instead for a consolation North American Championship. A title Gabriel is better without. The other was beaten so badly by Phinehas Grimm, that he had to go and change his name almost immediately to get away from it. Matthews or Vivacious, I don’t care. The end result for Notorious, is going to be the exact same as the end result for Brenna and Kyle.
Defeat.
Gabriel and myself are about to ring in the new year with a WIN AGAINST SIN! So go on and hurl your childish insults. They’re just words. Our ACTIONS will speak louder and put the four of you down for the count inside of the cage.
Praise Seromine.
Praise the Lord.
HOME OF JASON AND DESTINY
FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER
“I’m home, babe.”
Jason looks at his wife and smiles. “How’d it go?”
“Good. Now we can finally turn the page and start the next chapter.”
“Us against the world?”
Destiny was all too elated by the sound of the question. “Always.”