Post by The Anarchist on May 1, 2018 7:23:27 GMT -5
The night had gone as expected. Gabriel defeated an old rival to advance in the tournament. For one night, he redeemed himself in the eyes of GOD. Time was a great healer. Seromine may have been upset about what transpired with Brenna Gordon, but in hindsight, he accepted that Gabriel did what was best for SALVATION. Both the cult and his own. He is forgiven.
Seromine had put down the resident Pirate of PCW in the main event. He had told High Tide to get used to the sound of 1-2-3. To make plans to enter the Last Chance Battle Royal. Now that he dished a dose of reality to him, High Tide had himself a decision to make. The problem for him is both outcomes result in another loss. He could join the fray, win, and lose again to YOUR Lord and Savior.
Or he could enter the fray and be eliminated. What lay ahead for him at the end of that tunnel is anyone’s guess. Although the ‘Circus’ is in town…
All was to be a celebration at Trauma. Except for one massive thorn in the lion’s paw. Thorn, thy name is Kyle Shane. He decided to show his cowardice not once, but twice in the same match. And for what? The love of money! At the expense of Tyler Scott. With an open door to knock Gabriel clean out with a VATS. Kyle Shane would need to learn the same lesson Nathan Saniti did before him.
Gabriel was gifted that opportunity.
Seromine meanwhile, finds himself in great thought. He has a date with a trio of opponents; Each of whom won their opening round matches in the farcical tournament. Stacy Jones was the new kid on the block. A phoenix risen from the ashes, as she would spin it. Grimm was no stranger on Seromine’s radar. They had been on both sides of the ring in the past. Phinehas surely was an odds on favorite to win the grand prize. Then there was a long time acquaintance in Justin “Stormm” Michaels. The current North American champion. A man Seromine had known for years and was no stranger to.
Three opponents. Every person for themselves.
“No” Seromine said aloud to his followers “They are heathens! They think themselves worthy of glory. They wrap themselves in the glitz and recognition of the tournament. They each fail to accept that the only glory that is needed, that can purify their souls and save them from the fires of hell, is that of GOD. I am but his chosen prophet. The faithful turn to me to guide them. Just as all of you do.”
Seromine walks the length of the aisle inside of the Church of New Beginnings. It was created inside of a barn which resided within Labyrinth Grove. Rays of sunlight squeezed through every nook and cranny as if it were taking the form of an appreciative audience. Spotlighting the rustic interior with reflections on the holy artifacts displayed. Seromine had his hands clasped behind his back.
“My brothers and sisters. Time is of great value. Our work is never done. GOD is never satisfied. We must always strive to present ourselves at our best to him. When he speaks, his words lift us high above any sinful hater that PCW chooses to throw our way. OUR ways, no matter how much the likes of Kyle Shane try to pervert, shall always remain a constant barometer for all that is righteous and just.”
Seromine, as always, had his followers attention. He had their love. Their devotion. Their trust. Their lives. They surrendered themselves completely to him and the collective of SALVATION. Some try to paint him in negative light as an evil cult leader. The cult leading was accurate. But to those of faith in his word, Seromine was anything but evil. Only outsiders would think such foolish thoughts.
They were corrupt. Heart full of sinful desires.
Grimm was a sinner.
Stacy was a sinner.
Stormm was a sinner.
It took someone like Seromine to show them the truth! To show them the way!
Just ask the former Rick Majors.
Seromine was put on a quest to seek out young and old alike who were facing hardship. In a cold, uncaring environment, they were in danger of falling through the cracks. His brand of gospel was universal.
His form of punishment was the wrath of GOD.
Seromine’s opponents would find that out soon enough.
“The cameras may not have tipped your presence to the masses, but you were there. You were felt. Your energy vitalized the hearts of every member of the faithful. Just as my words reached the neurons of the faithful at home. Just as my actions gave them hope that good was going to triumph every time I stepinto the ring! GOD loves them. GOD loves you. And so do I.”
Seromine was beaming like a father who was proud of his children’s accomplishments. The followers reciprocated the emotion being felt in the sermon. One by one, they accept a hug from their leader. Seromine motioned for everyone to join hands in prayer. It was lead by Noire this time. Each brother and sister eventually would be gifted their turn.
It was considered an honor.
“Amen!”
Amen was met in unison. A motion to the heaven’s above while still being linked hand in hand concluded the sermon. As the group breaks, Seromine takes a few minutes to talk to them about the matters at hand for the upcoming Trauma. The followers are dismissed soon after.
Seromine reaches into his coat pocket. He pulls out something that was received upon returning to the locker room after his match. It was a note. The smell of lilac still remained as if it were seeped into the elegant handwriting on the stationary.
It came from Seromine’s mom, Lucy.
She wrote words of encouragement and love. She also wished to see her son after he had time to rest from the flight home. Unbeknownst to him, she was at the show.
Surprise!
Seromine places the note back into his pocket before venturing out of Labyrinth Grove. He would see his followers soon. He would return home to Destiny and his children later.
His mother was due a visit and it was one that he was all too happy to give.
Seromine had put down the resident Pirate of PCW in the main event. He had told High Tide to get used to the sound of 1-2-3. To make plans to enter the Last Chance Battle Royal. Now that he dished a dose of reality to him, High Tide had himself a decision to make. The problem for him is both outcomes result in another loss. He could join the fray, win, and lose again to YOUR Lord and Savior.
Or he could enter the fray and be eliminated. What lay ahead for him at the end of that tunnel is anyone’s guess. Although the ‘Circus’ is in town…
All was to be a celebration at Trauma. Except for one massive thorn in the lion’s paw. Thorn, thy name is Kyle Shane. He decided to show his cowardice not once, but twice in the same match. And for what? The love of money! At the expense of Tyler Scott. With an open door to knock Gabriel clean out with a VATS. Kyle Shane would need to learn the same lesson Nathan Saniti did before him.
Gabriel was gifted that opportunity.
Seromine meanwhile, finds himself in great thought. He has a date with a trio of opponents; Each of whom won their opening round matches in the farcical tournament. Stacy Jones was the new kid on the block. A phoenix risen from the ashes, as she would spin it. Grimm was no stranger on Seromine’s radar. They had been on both sides of the ring in the past. Phinehas surely was an odds on favorite to win the grand prize. Then there was a long time acquaintance in Justin “Stormm” Michaels. The current North American champion. A man Seromine had known for years and was no stranger to.
Three opponents. Every person for themselves.
“No” Seromine said aloud to his followers “They are heathens! They think themselves worthy of glory. They wrap themselves in the glitz and recognition of the tournament. They each fail to accept that the only glory that is needed, that can purify their souls and save them from the fires of hell, is that of GOD. I am but his chosen prophet. The faithful turn to me to guide them. Just as all of you do.”
Seromine walks the length of the aisle inside of the Church of New Beginnings. It was created inside of a barn which resided within Labyrinth Grove. Rays of sunlight squeezed through every nook and cranny as if it were taking the form of an appreciative audience. Spotlighting the rustic interior with reflections on the holy artifacts displayed. Seromine had his hands clasped behind his back.
“My brothers and sisters. Time is of great value. Our work is never done. GOD is never satisfied. We must always strive to present ourselves at our best to him. When he speaks, his words lift us high above any sinful hater that PCW chooses to throw our way. OUR ways, no matter how much the likes of Kyle Shane try to pervert, shall always remain a constant barometer for all that is righteous and just.”
Seromine, as always, had his followers attention. He had their love. Their devotion. Their trust. Their lives. They surrendered themselves completely to him and the collective of SALVATION. Some try to paint him in negative light as an evil cult leader. The cult leading was accurate. But to those of faith in his word, Seromine was anything but evil. Only outsiders would think such foolish thoughts.
They were corrupt. Heart full of sinful desires.
Grimm was a sinner.
Stacy was a sinner.
Stormm was a sinner.
It took someone like Seromine to show them the truth! To show them the way!
Just ask the former Rick Majors.
Seromine was put on a quest to seek out young and old alike who were facing hardship. In a cold, uncaring environment, they were in danger of falling through the cracks. His brand of gospel was universal.
His form of punishment was the wrath of GOD.
Seromine’s opponents would find that out soon enough.
“The cameras may not have tipped your presence to the masses, but you were there. You were felt. Your energy vitalized the hearts of every member of the faithful. Just as my words reached the neurons of the faithful at home. Just as my actions gave them hope that good was going to triumph every time I stepinto the ring! GOD loves them. GOD loves you. And so do I.”
Seromine was beaming like a father who was proud of his children’s accomplishments. The followers reciprocated the emotion being felt in the sermon. One by one, they accept a hug from their leader. Seromine motioned for everyone to join hands in prayer. It was lead by Noire this time. Each brother and sister eventually would be gifted their turn.
It was considered an honor.
“Amen!”
Amen was met in unison. A motion to the heaven’s above while still being linked hand in hand concluded the sermon. As the group breaks, Seromine takes a few minutes to talk to them about the matters at hand for the upcoming Trauma. The followers are dismissed soon after.
Seromine reaches into his coat pocket. He pulls out something that was received upon returning to the locker room after his match. It was a note. The smell of lilac still remained as if it were seeped into the elegant handwriting on the stationary.
It came from Seromine’s mom, Lucy.
She wrote words of encouragement and love. She also wished to see her son after he had time to rest from the flight home. Unbeknownst to him, she was at the show.
Surprise!
Seromine places the note back into his pocket before venturing out of Labyrinth Grove. He would see his followers soon. He would return home to Destiny and his children later.
His mother was due a visit and it was one that he was all too happy to give.