Post by Rick Majors on Aug 12, 2019 20:58:31 GMT -5
It's quiet. Very quiet. The sun is barely up and everything is still. Not even a breeze rustles the trees. Not even a squirrel chitters away. Nothing. Then the silence is broken by the sound of footsteps along the cobblestone path. Rick Majors walks along, eventually leaving the path and heading along the grass to an old and weathered tombstone. The name engraved on the stone is now completely unreadable due to time and neglect. Old age and a lack of caring will destroy just about anything.
Rick Majors crouches down in front of the stone, briefly running his hand along the faded writing.
This was the grave he once visited as Gabriel. This is where he tried to convince himself that Rick Majors was dead. In his mind, he told himself that Rick was buried underneath this soil. He had purposely chosen a grave that could not easily be identified. It made things easier in his mind. It helped him believe that Rick Majors was no more, and that Gabriel would live in his place for all eternity.
The reality is that Rick Majors doesn’t go away that easily.
Despite everything, he still breathes. Air still passes through his lungs. Throughout his life, there have been many reasons why he has kept going. In his youth, it was to prove something, to show the world that he could be a top professional wrestler despite not receiving any formal wrestling training and only entering the sport in his late 20s. When he reached his career peak, well over a decade ago, he was driven to capture achievements and earn his place in the record books. As he got older, he kept going to show that he still had it. He continued because he wanted a place to belong, a place where he fit in, a place where he could feel at home.
Now is is driven by a single goal: He’s going to bury Seromine.
That’s the only way this can end now. Rick Majors and Seromine are not going to agree to go their separate ways. It sure as hell isn’t going to conclude with a handshake. They will never just forget about one another. They are now entwined. Their lives are wrapped around one another. There is no going back. Rick Majors certainly won’t forget. And he won’t forgive. He will punish.
The only way this ends is with one man being put down forever. And Rick Majors is a hell of a tough guy to stop.
When Seromine dies, there won’t be a funeral. His body won’t be marked with a headstone. No one will visit his final resting place. He will not be mourned. He will rot away, unnoticed and uncared for. And that is what he deserves. A man who attempted to erase others should himself be erased.
Jason Willard tried to become a god. He wanted his name to be passed down through generations. He wanted great churches built in his honour. He hoped that his followers would speak of him with reverence and admiration for generations. None of that will happen. Because he is not a god. He is not even a sinner. He is nothing. He is nobody. He is dust.
Jason Willard – Seromine – is a broken man, clutching to his mommy’s apron in hopes that the pain will stop. But it won’t. Not yet. It’s not time yet. But almost. However, first, he must suffer more. He must pay for what he has done. He must own the damage he caused to Kelli Starr and Nathan Saniti and Tyler Scott and Holden Ross and countless of other people who he tried to sacrifice in the name of his faux religion.
They have all left us now. Some walked away on their own, some suffered horrible emotional and physical damage in the name of “Serominism.” But they will all get the last laugh when the “great” Jason Willard is finally put down for good. And it is coming soon. After all the blood is spilled on Sunday night, it will finally be time to end it. Rick Majors will drive a stake through the black heart of a desperate man.
But he won’t be laughing while Seromine dies. This isn’t a joyful time. This isn’t pleasurable. This is something he needs to do. He needs to rid the world of Seromine. He needs to right the wrongs that this man has done. And he will. Even if he has to die himself to accomplish this goal, he will take Seromine off this earth with him.
The event on Sunday is called “Return to Glory” but nothing about this is glorious. This is not a celebration. This is an inevitable conclusion. This is the destruction of a false prophet, the death of a liar, the tearing down of a statue that never should have existed.
Seromine is broken, but he still clings to life. Death is everyone’s future, and Rick Majors knows that his own time may be coming soon. But before it does, he needs to end this. He needs to end Seromine. He needs to. He needs to.
And he will.
Rick Majors crouches down in front of the stone, briefly running his hand along the faded writing.
This was the grave he once visited as Gabriel. This is where he tried to convince himself that Rick Majors was dead. In his mind, he told himself that Rick was buried underneath this soil. He had purposely chosen a grave that could not easily be identified. It made things easier in his mind. It helped him believe that Rick Majors was no more, and that Gabriel would live in his place for all eternity.
The reality is that Rick Majors doesn’t go away that easily.
Despite everything, he still breathes. Air still passes through his lungs. Throughout his life, there have been many reasons why he has kept going. In his youth, it was to prove something, to show the world that he could be a top professional wrestler despite not receiving any formal wrestling training and only entering the sport in his late 20s. When he reached his career peak, well over a decade ago, he was driven to capture achievements and earn his place in the record books. As he got older, he kept going to show that he still had it. He continued because he wanted a place to belong, a place where he fit in, a place where he could feel at home.
Now is is driven by a single goal: He’s going to bury Seromine.
That’s the only way this can end now. Rick Majors and Seromine are not going to agree to go their separate ways. It sure as hell isn’t going to conclude with a handshake. They will never just forget about one another. They are now entwined. Their lives are wrapped around one another. There is no going back. Rick Majors certainly won’t forget. And he won’t forgive. He will punish.
The only way this ends is with one man being put down forever. And Rick Majors is a hell of a tough guy to stop.
When Seromine dies, there won’t be a funeral. His body won’t be marked with a headstone. No one will visit his final resting place. He will not be mourned. He will rot away, unnoticed and uncared for. And that is what he deserves. A man who attempted to erase others should himself be erased.
Jason Willard tried to become a god. He wanted his name to be passed down through generations. He wanted great churches built in his honour. He hoped that his followers would speak of him with reverence and admiration for generations. None of that will happen. Because he is not a god. He is not even a sinner. He is nothing. He is nobody. He is dust.
Jason Willard – Seromine – is a broken man, clutching to his mommy’s apron in hopes that the pain will stop. But it won’t. Not yet. It’s not time yet. But almost. However, first, he must suffer more. He must pay for what he has done. He must own the damage he caused to Kelli Starr and Nathan Saniti and Tyler Scott and Holden Ross and countless of other people who he tried to sacrifice in the name of his faux religion.
They have all left us now. Some walked away on their own, some suffered horrible emotional and physical damage in the name of “Serominism.” But they will all get the last laugh when the “great” Jason Willard is finally put down for good. And it is coming soon. After all the blood is spilled on Sunday night, it will finally be time to end it. Rick Majors will drive a stake through the black heart of a desperate man.
But he won’t be laughing while Seromine dies. This isn’t a joyful time. This isn’t pleasurable. This is something he needs to do. He needs to rid the world of Seromine. He needs to right the wrongs that this man has done. And he will. Even if he has to die himself to accomplish this goal, he will take Seromine off this earth with him.
The event on Sunday is called “Return to Glory” but nothing about this is glorious. This is not a celebration. This is an inevitable conclusion. This is the destruction of a false prophet, the death of a liar, the tearing down of a statue that never should have existed.
Seromine is broken, but he still clings to life. Death is everyone’s future, and Rick Majors knows that his own time may be coming soon. But before it does, he needs to end this. He needs to end Seromine. He needs to. He needs to.
And he will.
"For the living know that they will die, but the dead know nothing, and they have no more reward, for the memory of them is forgotten. Their love and their hate and their envy have already perished, and forever they have no more share in all that is done under the sun."
