Post by The Anarchist on Aug 5, 2018 16:43:28 GMT -5
“How appropriate, brothers and sisters, that our next chapter is to take place at Return to GLORY. Glory, glory, HALLELUJAH! His truth is marching on!”
Seromine is energized by quoting the Battle Hymn of the Republic. He has paused his sermon for effect following such powerful testimony. He has his followers mimicking his posture; the arms raised high in the air, praising GOD. Heads titled back so they can look to the heaven’s and receive all of the love, comfort and acceptance of him. So, too, do they lower their heads once Seromine himself does.
“Pure Class Wrestling is presenting its NINTH edition of this event. Nine times the GLORY has gone to GOD! Everyone that is part of the show, everyone that buys a ticket, everyone that watches at home, everyone that watches on the internet, everyone that talks about it...surrenders themselves to the very things I have preached! To the very things I have taught! To the very things that I can bring to them! Can give to them! Can lead them towards!”
Seromine walks the length of the barn, issuing another pause in his words. Curiously he looks out every window that he passes with trepidation. The sight of that ominous warder of crows...that pronounced burlap raven mask. Those torn pages of Poe’s literature! XIII, as the stitching said, XIII was fresh on his mind. Seromine had to push it aside like a fan asking for his signature. There was no time to be wasted on props after all...lifeless props. He snaps himself back to the present and returns to his stage…
“Psalm 72:19. Blessed be his glorious name forever; may the whole earth be filled with his glory! Amen and Amen!”
“AMEN!” the followers speak in a single, unified voice.
“John 17:4-5. I glorified you on earth, having accomplished the work that you gave me to do. And now, Father, glorify me in your own presence with the glory that I had with you before the world existed.”
Seromine extends his arms and with the biggest of smiles, welcomes the single, unified chant of PRAISE SEROMINE! PRAISE THE LORD!
“Romans 5:2. Through him we have also obtained access by faith into this grace in which we stand, and we rejoice in hope of the glory of God.”
Seromine surveys his twelve followers. “Return to Glory, brothers and sisters. The breakout, Gerard Angelo. Hollywood offers SIN in abundance. On every corner. In every building. In every square inch of excess that people lose their hopes and dreams to. People go to Hollywood with a false pretense of stardom in their confused minds. The glitz! The glamour of tinsel town! It lures the innocent into a drug riddled, drink infested, life of self serving prostitution and leaves them morally broke. Gerard Angelo proudly walks amongst the stars, seeing his own name engraved into immortality one day. The same Gerard Angelo who was questioning wether or not he should even BE inside of the ring!”
Seromine has a laugh about that. “The movies dried up. The world of professional wrestling was dishing him career doubt. Yet, here he is, awarded BREAKOUT SUPERSTAR! Let us not lose perspective. Gerard deserved to win! He has the makings of a major player in PCW! But will his broken down left knee allow him to reach his full potential? There are no heroes in Hollywood. Just overpaid hacks being told what to do in a world of escapism.”
Seromine eyes the windows following a double take. His followers have their attention drawn, but are promptly pulled back to their leader.
“You know what happened the last time Stormm faced Gabriel? He LOST. You know what happened the last time Stormm faced me? He LOST. Gerard Angelo will be part of the next losing effort from Justin Michaels. His star may be burning bright now, but come Return to Glory, we’re going to put his light out! Which brings me to a man I’m more than familiar with...”
Seromine loosens his black ribbon bow tie. His body begins to get tense. Destiny is not in attendance for this sermon, so he has no one to keep his moods even keeled. “Justin Michaels holds a title. The North American, to be exact. He also holds the titles of early midlife crisis, who some know under the name of Notorious, and the title of broken down, who some should be able to spot with his track record. We’ve been teammates. We’ve been opponents. So I can speak with authority about Stormm. Where has he been since Living A Legacy? Did he become complacent with defeating Stacy Jones? Does he fear Phinehas Grimm coming for his championship? Oh...wait...”
Seromine smirks.
“I know where he was. He was jumping me from behind! How foolish I was to forget that. Well, then, Justin. You should already know what is going to happen to you. Only this time, you won’t have Johnny Matthews-Vivacious to take down WITH you! In fact, brothers and sisters, after Gabriel and myself are victorious, you may as well put them on career suicide watch. Maybe Angelo should think about taking the title for himself! What a coup that would be...Gerard Angelo, the NEW North American Champion!”
Seromine makes the belt motion around his waist. He then mimes the title being dropped into a trash can. “That’s the kind of lie Hollywood sells you...” his tone was turning serious. “Our opposition speaks in forked tongues. Gabriel MUST avenge his defeat to Gerard! GOD has called upon me to show him the way once more! Job 19:29. Be afraid of the sword, for wrath brings the punishment of the sword, that you may know there is a judgment. Gerard Angelo and Justin Michaels will feel the WRATH of GOD beating their bodies into submission! Punishing their souls into eternal damnation! For they are sinful soldiers of SATAN!!”
CRASH!
Seromine’s head sharply turns to the right. “WHAT THE HELL?!”
Every window is shattered, scattering glass fragments to the barn floor. Thirteen projectiles force Salvation out of the makeshift church. Seromine can’t be sure, but he thinks he saw the perpetrator flee into the orange groves. The Serpentine Sermonizer sends his twelve followers into a chase. He turns around to face the large doors…
NEVERMORE has been hammered using the same torn pages of Poe. Only this time, XIII has been added in black marker. Seromine frantically takes out his cell phone and puts in a call to Destiny.
“It happened again.”
Seromine is energized by quoting the Battle Hymn of the Republic. He has paused his sermon for effect following such powerful testimony. He has his followers mimicking his posture; the arms raised high in the air, praising GOD. Heads titled back so they can look to the heaven’s and receive all of the love, comfort and acceptance of him. So, too, do they lower their heads once Seromine himself does.
“Pure Class Wrestling is presenting its NINTH edition of this event. Nine times the GLORY has gone to GOD! Everyone that is part of the show, everyone that buys a ticket, everyone that watches at home, everyone that watches on the internet, everyone that talks about it...surrenders themselves to the very things I have preached! To the very things I have taught! To the very things that I can bring to them! Can give to them! Can lead them towards!”
Seromine walks the length of the barn, issuing another pause in his words. Curiously he looks out every window that he passes with trepidation. The sight of that ominous warder of crows...that pronounced burlap raven mask. Those torn pages of Poe’s literature! XIII, as the stitching said, XIII was fresh on his mind. Seromine had to push it aside like a fan asking for his signature. There was no time to be wasted on props after all...lifeless props. He snaps himself back to the present and returns to his stage…
“Psalm 72:19. Blessed be his glorious name forever; may the whole earth be filled with his glory! Amen and Amen!”
“AMEN!” the followers speak in a single, unified voice.
“John 17:4-5. I glorified you on earth, having accomplished the work that you gave me to do. And now, Father, glorify me in your own presence with the glory that I had with you before the world existed.”
Seromine extends his arms and with the biggest of smiles, welcomes the single, unified chant of PRAISE SEROMINE! PRAISE THE LORD!
“Romans 5:2. Through him we have also obtained access by faith into this grace in which we stand, and we rejoice in hope of the glory of God.”
Seromine surveys his twelve followers. “Return to Glory, brothers and sisters. The breakout, Gerard Angelo. Hollywood offers SIN in abundance. On every corner. In every building. In every square inch of excess that people lose their hopes and dreams to. People go to Hollywood with a false pretense of stardom in their confused minds. The glitz! The glamour of tinsel town! It lures the innocent into a drug riddled, drink infested, life of self serving prostitution and leaves them morally broke. Gerard Angelo proudly walks amongst the stars, seeing his own name engraved into immortality one day. The same Gerard Angelo who was questioning wether or not he should even BE inside of the ring!”
Seromine has a laugh about that. “The movies dried up. The world of professional wrestling was dishing him career doubt. Yet, here he is, awarded BREAKOUT SUPERSTAR! Let us not lose perspective. Gerard deserved to win! He has the makings of a major player in PCW! But will his broken down left knee allow him to reach his full potential? There are no heroes in Hollywood. Just overpaid hacks being told what to do in a world of escapism.”
Seromine eyes the windows following a double take. His followers have their attention drawn, but are promptly pulled back to their leader.
“You know what happened the last time Stormm faced Gabriel? He LOST. You know what happened the last time Stormm faced me? He LOST. Gerard Angelo will be part of the next losing effort from Justin Michaels. His star may be burning bright now, but come Return to Glory, we’re going to put his light out! Which brings me to a man I’m more than familiar with...”
Seromine loosens his black ribbon bow tie. His body begins to get tense. Destiny is not in attendance for this sermon, so he has no one to keep his moods even keeled. “Justin Michaels holds a title. The North American, to be exact. He also holds the titles of early midlife crisis, who some know under the name of Notorious, and the title of broken down, who some should be able to spot with his track record. We’ve been teammates. We’ve been opponents. So I can speak with authority about Stormm. Where has he been since Living A Legacy? Did he become complacent with defeating Stacy Jones? Does he fear Phinehas Grimm coming for his championship? Oh...wait...”
Seromine smirks.
“I know where he was. He was jumping me from behind! How foolish I was to forget that. Well, then, Justin. You should already know what is going to happen to you. Only this time, you won’t have Johnny Matthews-Vivacious to take down WITH you! In fact, brothers and sisters, after Gabriel and myself are victorious, you may as well put them on career suicide watch. Maybe Angelo should think about taking the title for himself! What a coup that would be...Gerard Angelo, the NEW North American Champion!”
Seromine makes the belt motion around his waist. He then mimes the title being dropped into a trash can. “That’s the kind of lie Hollywood sells you...” his tone was turning serious. “Our opposition speaks in forked tongues. Gabriel MUST avenge his defeat to Gerard! GOD has called upon me to show him the way once more! Job 19:29. Be afraid of the sword, for wrath brings the punishment of the sword, that you may know there is a judgment. Gerard Angelo and Justin Michaels will feel the WRATH of GOD beating their bodies into submission! Punishing their souls into eternal damnation! For they are sinful soldiers of SATAN!!”
CRASH!
Seromine’s head sharply turns to the right. “WHAT THE HELL?!”
Every window is shattered, scattering glass fragments to the barn floor. Thirteen projectiles force Salvation out of the makeshift church. Seromine can’t be sure, but he thinks he saw the perpetrator flee into the orange groves. The Serpentine Sermonizer sends his twelve followers into a chase. He turns around to face the large doors…
NEVERMORE has been hammered using the same torn pages of Poe. Only this time, XIII has been added in black marker. Seromine frantically takes out his cell phone and puts in a call to Destiny.
“It happened again.”