Post by The Anarchist on Jan 22, 2018 9:20:53 GMT -5
“Gabriel has been eliminated!”
Jerry Andrews: Woah! We’re down to two!
Ace Anderson: Kyle Shane has done it! He’s battled his way back!
Jerry Andrews: Big miscommunication there by Gabriel, who may still be feeling the effects of those shots to the head he took earlier!
Kyle Shane slowly gets to his feet, but he’s attacked from behind by Gabriel! Gabriel knocks him down and begins to stomp away on him. Seromine slowly gets up and the two continue to brutalize the World Champion.
Jerry Andrews: Come on! Gabriel is out of this match! Get him out of the ring!
Finally, a collection of referees and security guards manage to grab Gabriel and drag him from the ring.
Ace Anderson: Gabriel is outside of the cage now put the damage has been done.
Jerry Andrews: Kyle Shane is hurt.
Seromine smiles as he looks down at Shane. "Before I put you down, sinner, I'm going to pray for your soul!"
With that, Seromine backs into the corner and bows his head. He then recites the Lord’s Prayer loudly. When he looks up, Kyle Shane is back up on his feet! Shane unleashes VATS, but Seromine somehow dodges it! He then spins him around and hits him with a short-arm clothesline!
Jerry Andrews: ASHES TO ASHES!!!
Ace Anderson: The cover!
1!
2!
3!!!
"Kyle Shane has been eliminated! The winners of this match: Seromine and Gabriel!"
Jerry Andrews: That’s it! It’s over!
Ace Anderson: Kyle Shane put up a great fight, but he couldn’t overcome the odds and Seromine is the winner of this match!
Seromine stands triumphant. Bloodied and battered, sure. But triumphant none the less. He had avenged his loss to Kyle Shane. What made it even more special is that it was also a victory against the likes of Brenna Gordon and Notorious. HIS faithful stood and cheered on their lord and savior like a conquering hero. And why not? It’s EXACTLY what he is. The followers had their arms raised out to the heaven’s above, offering this monumental victory to GOD. A concerned Destiny races to her husband the moment he is released from the steel structure. Kyle Shane was slowly beginning to stir inside of the ring, but he was no longer of any importance.
Seromine is handed a towel by his dutiful wife. He wipes the blood and sweat off his face. A wide smile etches. Seromine looks towards his followers, nodding. In complete unison they scale the cage wall. They stand on top of the chain link roof and once more offer the glory to GOD. Destiny has brought a microphone up with her. The faithful are now standing on their feet. Departure for home was of second importance. They sing along with Seromine’s entrance hymn like a chorus of angels. It’s music to his ears. He gives them their moment while walking carefully around to acknowledge. When it comes time for him to speak…
“BROTHERS AND SISTERS, REJOICE! For I stand tall over the legion of sinners who sought to halt our crusade. Look inside of the squared circle. Who do you see? What do you see?”
Seromine crouches down to look at Kyle, who has begun staggering out of the ring. “The fallen champion of the world? No. That’s impossible. He may have the materialistic trinket, but I have the accolade. Where was she who is ‘Born of Myth’ at? The living embodiment of a lie. She once more has lived up to the ‘Myth’ in her name. When having to see me face to face, she didn’t find herself successful, did she?”
“NO!” reply the faithful with jubilation.
“No. No. Of course not. What of the men who whore themselves with a cheap circus act? What of Michaels and Matthews? Putting the NO in NO-TOR-I-OUS tonight, by going down in defeat. Not a single one of them was able to stand victorious. Not a single one of them will have an excuse to find tonight. Once again, I did exactly what I said I was going to do, despite Kyle’s false assertions.”
“PRAISE SEROMINE! PRAISE THE LORD” respond the faithful, reaching up towards the high point of the cage as if to receive Seromine’s blessing. Once more he has to wipe the blood out of his face, but he is growing more and more powerful with each word being spoke.
“Ezekiel 24:14. I the Lord have spoken it: it shall come to pass, and I will do it; I will not go back, neither will I spare, neither will I repent; according to thy ways, and according to thy doings, shall they judge thee, saith the Lord God.”
Suddenly there is a mass shower dumped onto the faithful. It’s as if everyone still there hearing this post-match sermon has just been baptized. Salvation is shown to be in silent prayer as this happens. The faithful themselves feel re-energized by the symbolic action. Seromine offers one more piece of speech.
“You are all MY faithful now!”
And with that he drops the microphone. He extends his arms out and looks around at the scene below him.
“SERO-MINE!”
“Babe?”
“SERO-MINE”
“Babe?”
“SERO-MINE!”
“BABE!”
Jason sharply wakes out of his dream to see his puzzled wife standing before him. He was safely at home. His forehead was stitched. His body had patches of black and blue from the physicality of the match. He was sore and moving slower than usual. But he was still victorious at Trauma. That’s all that mattered.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. You slept past your alarm. How are you feeling?”
“Never better.” he replied with a lie.
“Try again.” Destiny promptly replied, knowing better. “That match is why I’m glad you don’t compete in the Underground.”
Jason smirked. Then winced. Even using his facial muscles ached. “What happened at Trauma is the closest I’ll ever coming to lowering myself to such a thing. I’m not cut out for that. Not getting any younger, you know?”
“Would you like me to fetch your walker now?” Destiny jokingly retorted with her tongue temporarily making an appearance.
“Is it the one you use to get around? Giving birth four times must have really done a number on you.”
“If I remember correctly, I was the one who wore YOU out during copulation, mister.”
Jason chuckles as he gently puts his arms around her waist. She was equally gentle in making a chair out of him. The two lovebirds were out in the living room. “Melanie Grace.”
“Huh?” Jason answered, confused. “Who’s that?”
“Oh. Just a name I’ve been thinking about if we ever had another little girl.”
Jason went quiet. Destiny sighs to herself. “Hint hint on line one.”
“Hun...we have four beautiful children already. Why in the world do you want another?”
“I don’t know. Besides, it was just a name.”
“It’s a great one. I’m not against having one more child. It’s something we can discuss later. Sometime between your raging hormones and getting between the sheets.”
Destiny laughs loud before kissing him on the cheek. She gets off of his lap. “You want me as much as I want you. But I’ll let you rest up first, hehe.”
Jason was amused by the insinuation. Destiny transitions back to the events of Trauma.
“By the way, do you know who decided to make their unwanted return after the match?”
Jason rolls his tongue around his cheek. “Yes. How nice it was for Nathaniel to fix his backbone and return to cowardly attack me as only he can. I didn’t know I had a fan club. First it was Brenna. Now him.”
“Well did you you know you’re going to face her at this next show?”
Jason’s eyes widened. It was like the hell he just went through had no effect on his well being any longer. He felt strong. He felt invincible. He felt…
“GREAT!”
“Yeah, but it’s not only her...”
Jason cautiously looked over at her. “Is it him?”
Destiny shakes her head from side to side. “It’s Grimm. You’re in a triple threat match.”
Jason sat back down. His eyes narrowed. It was like the hell he just went through was burning through his soul. Anger scorching his insides. He felt tense. “Are you KIDDING? That might as well be a God damn handicap match!”
“Yeah...” Destiny’s news wasn’t done. “I also found out that Gabriel has been diagnosed with a concussion. He’s going to be gone for awhile.”
He closes his eyes tight. From the high of winning the team elimination match and any sort of bragging right he so wanted to crow about, to finding out he was taking on the mutual admiration society, to now learning that Gabriel bailed (or was bailed)...it wasn’t setting well.
“Loki has pushed my last button. I know what I must do. I know who I must become. These bullshit persecutions cannot continue to go unpunished. I’ll deal with the two of them. I’ll deal with ALL of them. Loki. Nathaniel. Gabriel. The Followers. Everybody!”
“Wait. Who you must become?”
They exchange looks. Destiny smiles at what he meant. “Soon, my love. Sooner than anyone thinks. If that’s the game they want, then so be it. We’ll just bring the war. Or should I say, Mass Destruction?”
SEROMINE’S SERMON
“Matthew 10:28. Do not be afraid of those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. Rather, be afraid of the One who can destroy both soul and body in hell.”
“Pay close attention to that scripture, Brenna. Pay close attention to that scripture, Phinehas. This match may be billed as a triple threat, but I know the truth behind it. This is just the companies way to punish me for winning. They tried to put me in harm’s way this past event, and failed.
Now they are putting me in harm’s way again. I guess they forgot what happened the last time I faced Grimm in one of these match types. If history is any indicator...check the record. I excel in these matters.
I come not with boasts of being better than anyone. I come not with outrageous proclamations of what I plan on doing in the ring. I have no interest and find little value in disparaging anyone’s character. If you two think for a second I’m going to be an easy target, you best get your heads out of the clouds. You are both equally tough, equally talented, and equally worthy challengers. Only for Phinehas, he is guilty by association, Brenna. Which means you will share the same fate.
But there is a problem of a different kind.
Destiny has pointed out a few things to me, and these may change the balance of things.
How convenient it was for Gabriel to be laid out by Kyle Shane AFTER my match with him. Oh sure. It distracted him long enough for me to hit an Ashes to Ashes. But all that did was lull me into a false sense of security. Because Gabriel...that ALLOWED Brenna Gordon to return and sneak attack from behind!
How convenient it was for Gabriel to be eliminated after pushing me through a table. This time he managed to put Kyle Shane down...with my help. Out of the kindness in my heart, I gave Kyle a reprieve. We all know what happened after. So with Gabriel out of the picture, and victory secured, what happens? Nathaniel Saniti returns and sneak attacks me from behind!
The timing of a so-called concussion is even better. Gabriel has just proven himself incapable of stopping our biggest threats. He didn’t put Nathan out for good. The top rope put him down temporarily. This after I laid out the blue print on how to finish him off. Gabriel has removed himself from the good graces of GOD! Gabriel has shown that SIN still resides in his soul! HE did this to ME! That’s the only reason he’s not “medically cleared” right now. Pure Class Wrestling provided a cover story and he took the offer!
...
Destiny was right all along. She has always been my voice of reason and her voice speaks with absolute clarity. I know now that I must let the followers go. I must, before they turn on me the way that Gabriel has…
Right, Richard Majors?”
Jerry Andrews: Woah! We’re down to two!
Ace Anderson: Kyle Shane has done it! He’s battled his way back!
Jerry Andrews: Big miscommunication there by Gabriel, who may still be feeling the effects of those shots to the head he took earlier!
Kyle Shane slowly gets to his feet, but he’s attacked from behind by Gabriel! Gabriel knocks him down and begins to stomp away on him. Seromine slowly gets up and the two continue to brutalize the World Champion.
Jerry Andrews: Come on! Gabriel is out of this match! Get him out of the ring!
Finally, a collection of referees and security guards manage to grab Gabriel and drag him from the ring.
Ace Anderson: Gabriel is outside of the cage now put the damage has been done.
Jerry Andrews: Kyle Shane is hurt.
Seromine smiles as he looks down at Shane. "Before I put you down, sinner, I'm going to pray for your soul!"
With that, Seromine backs into the corner and bows his head. He then recites the Lord’s Prayer loudly. When he looks up, Kyle Shane is back up on his feet! Shane unleashes VATS, but Seromine somehow dodges it! He then spins him around and hits him with a short-arm clothesline!
Jerry Andrews: ASHES TO ASHES!!!
Ace Anderson: The cover!
1!
2!
3!!!
"Kyle Shane has been eliminated! The winners of this match: Seromine and Gabriel!"
Jerry Andrews: That’s it! It’s over!
Ace Anderson: Kyle Shane put up a great fight, but he couldn’t overcome the odds and Seromine is the winner of this match!
Seromine stands triumphant. Bloodied and battered, sure. But triumphant none the less. He had avenged his loss to Kyle Shane. What made it even more special is that it was also a victory against the likes of Brenna Gordon and Notorious. HIS faithful stood and cheered on their lord and savior like a conquering hero. And why not? It’s EXACTLY what he is. The followers had their arms raised out to the heaven’s above, offering this monumental victory to GOD. A concerned Destiny races to her husband the moment he is released from the steel structure. Kyle Shane was slowly beginning to stir inside of the ring, but he was no longer of any importance.
Seromine is handed a towel by his dutiful wife. He wipes the blood and sweat off his face. A wide smile etches. Seromine looks towards his followers, nodding. In complete unison they scale the cage wall. They stand on top of the chain link roof and once more offer the glory to GOD. Destiny has brought a microphone up with her. The faithful are now standing on their feet. Departure for home was of second importance. They sing along with Seromine’s entrance hymn like a chorus of angels. It’s music to his ears. He gives them their moment while walking carefully around to acknowledge. When it comes time for him to speak…
“BROTHERS AND SISTERS, REJOICE! For I stand tall over the legion of sinners who sought to halt our crusade. Look inside of the squared circle. Who do you see? What do you see?”
Seromine crouches down to look at Kyle, who has begun staggering out of the ring. “The fallen champion of the world? No. That’s impossible. He may have the materialistic trinket, but I have the accolade. Where was she who is ‘Born of Myth’ at? The living embodiment of a lie. She once more has lived up to the ‘Myth’ in her name. When having to see me face to face, she didn’t find herself successful, did she?”
“NO!” reply the faithful with jubilation.
“No. No. Of course not. What of the men who whore themselves with a cheap circus act? What of Michaels and Matthews? Putting the NO in NO-TOR-I-OUS tonight, by going down in defeat. Not a single one of them was able to stand victorious. Not a single one of them will have an excuse to find tonight. Once again, I did exactly what I said I was going to do, despite Kyle’s false assertions.”
“PRAISE SEROMINE! PRAISE THE LORD” respond the faithful, reaching up towards the high point of the cage as if to receive Seromine’s blessing. Once more he has to wipe the blood out of his face, but he is growing more and more powerful with each word being spoke.
“Ezekiel 24:14. I the Lord have spoken it: it shall come to pass, and I will do it; I will not go back, neither will I spare, neither will I repent; according to thy ways, and according to thy doings, shall they judge thee, saith the Lord God.”
Suddenly there is a mass shower dumped onto the faithful. It’s as if everyone still there hearing this post-match sermon has just been baptized. Salvation is shown to be in silent prayer as this happens. The faithful themselves feel re-energized by the symbolic action. Seromine offers one more piece of speech.
“You are all MY faithful now!”
And with that he drops the microphone. He extends his arms out and looks around at the scene below him.
“SERO-MINE!”
“Babe?”
“SERO-MINE”
“Babe?”
“SERO-MINE!”
“BABE!”
Jason sharply wakes out of his dream to see his puzzled wife standing before him. He was safely at home. His forehead was stitched. His body had patches of black and blue from the physicality of the match. He was sore and moving slower than usual. But he was still victorious at Trauma. That’s all that mattered.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. You slept past your alarm. How are you feeling?”
“Never better.” he replied with a lie.
“Try again.” Destiny promptly replied, knowing better. “That match is why I’m glad you don’t compete in the Underground.”
Jason smirked. Then winced. Even using his facial muscles ached. “What happened at Trauma is the closest I’ll ever coming to lowering myself to such a thing. I’m not cut out for that. Not getting any younger, you know?”
“Would you like me to fetch your walker now?” Destiny jokingly retorted with her tongue temporarily making an appearance.
“Is it the one you use to get around? Giving birth four times must have really done a number on you.”
“If I remember correctly, I was the one who wore YOU out during copulation, mister.”
Jason chuckles as he gently puts his arms around her waist. She was equally gentle in making a chair out of him. The two lovebirds were out in the living room. “Melanie Grace.”
“Huh?” Jason answered, confused. “Who’s that?”
“Oh. Just a name I’ve been thinking about if we ever had another little girl.”
Jason went quiet. Destiny sighs to herself. “Hint hint on line one.”
“Hun...we have four beautiful children already. Why in the world do you want another?”
“I don’t know. Besides, it was just a name.”
“It’s a great one. I’m not against having one more child. It’s something we can discuss later. Sometime between your raging hormones and getting between the sheets.”
Destiny laughs loud before kissing him on the cheek. She gets off of his lap. “You want me as much as I want you. But I’ll let you rest up first, hehe.”
Jason was amused by the insinuation. Destiny transitions back to the events of Trauma.
“By the way, do you know who decided to make their unwanted return after the match?”
Jason rolls his tongue around his cheek. “Yes. How nice it was for Nathaniel to fix his backbone and return to cowardly attack me as only he can. I didn’t know I had a fan club. First it was Brenna. Now him.”
“Well did you you know you’re going to face her at this next show?”
Jason’s eyes widened. It was like the hell he just went through had no effect on his well being any longer. He felt strong. He felt invincible. He felt…
“GREAT!”
“Yeah, but it’s not only her...”
Jason cautiously looked over at her. “Is it him?”
Destiny shakes her head from side to side. “It’s Grimm. You’re in a triple threat match.”
Jason sat back down. His eyes narrowed. It was like the hell he just went through was burning through his soul. Anger scorching his insides. He felt tense. “Are you KIDDING? That might as well be a God damn handicap match!”
“Yeah...” Destiny’s news wasn’t done. “I also found out that Gabriel has been diagnosed with a concussion. He’s going to be gone for awhile.”
He closes his eyes tight. From the high of winning the team elimination match and any sort of bragging right he so wanted to crow about, to finding out he was taking on the mutual admiration society, to now learning that Gabriel bailed (or was bailed)...it wasn’t setting well.
“Loki has pushed my last button. I know what I must do. I know who I must become. These bullshit persecutions cannot continue to go unpunished. I’ll deal with the two of them. I’ll deal with ALL of them. Loki. Nathaniel. Gabriel. The Followers. Everybody!”
“Wait. Who you must become?”
They exchange looks. Destiny smiles at what he meant. “Soon, my love. Sooner than anyone thinks. If that’s the game they want, then so be it. We’ll just bring the war. Or should I say, Mass Destruction?”
SEROMINE’S SERMON
“Matthew 10:28. Do not be afraid of those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. Rather, be afraid of the One who can destroy both soul and body in hell.”
“Pay close attention to that scripture, Brenna. Pay close attention to that scripture, Phinehas. This match may be billed as a triple threat, but I know the truth behind it. This is just the companies way to punish me for winning. They tried to put me in harm’s way this past event, and failed.
Now they are putting me in harm’s way again. I guess they forgot what happened the last time I faced Grimm in one of these match types. If history is any indicator...check the record. I excel in these matters.
I come not with boasts of being better than anyone. I come not with outrageous proclamations of what I plan on doing in the ring. I have no interest and find little value in disparaging anyone’s character. If you two think for a second I’m going to be an easy target, you best get your heads out of the clouds. You are both equally tough, equally talented, and equally worthy challengers. Only for Phinehas, he is guilty by association, Brenna. Which means you will share the same fate.
But there is a problem of a different kind.
Destiny has pointed out a few things to me, and these may change the balance of things.
How convenient it was for Gabriel to be laid out by Kyle Shane AFTER my match with him. Oh sure. It distracted him long enough for me to hit an Ashes to Ashes. But all that did was lull me into a false sense of security. Because Gabriel...that ALLOWED Brenna Gordon to return and sneak attack from behind!
How convenient it was for Gabriel to be eliminated after pushing me through a table. This time he managed to put Kyle Shane down...with my help. Out of the kindness in my heart, I gave Kyle a reprieve. We all know what happened after. So with Gabriel out of the picture, and victory secured, what happens? Nathaniel Saniti returns and sneak attacks me from behind!
The timing of a so-called concussion is even better. Gabriel has just proven himself incapable of stopping our biggest threats. He didn’t put Nathan out for good. The top rope put him down temporarily. This after I laid out the blue print on how to finish him off. Gabriel has removed himself from the good graces of GOD! Gabriel has shown that SIN still resides in his soul! HE did this to ME! That’s the only reason he’s not “medically cleared” right now. Pure Class Wrestling provided a cover story and he took the offer!
...
Destiny was right all along. She has always been my voice of reason and her voice speaks with absolute clarity. I know now that I must let the followers go. I must, before they turn on me the way that Gabriel has…
Right, Richard Majors?”