Post by Revvie® on Oct 8, 2007 12:02:58 GMT -5
The lights suddenly dim as a familiar scene from last year's Super Brawl begins to play over the video screen. A steel cross, held by chains, makes its way down to the ring and and lays flat. Kyzer drags Rev to his feet and throws him onto the cross. He then rolls out of the ring and goes under it where he grabs a reel of barbed wire. He throws it into the ring and then grabs a steel chair and throws that in as well. Kyzer enters the ring again and Rev is getting up. Kyzer smashes him with a chair and then goes about tying him to the cross with the barber wire. He wraps it around Rev's arms and then his legs so that he can't move without slashing himself.
Kyzer then signals again and the chains lose their slack. The cross stands up and Rev screams in pain as the barbs dig into him. Kyzer then places a circle of barbed wire on Rev's head crowning him. He pulls the crown down so that it digs into his forehead causing even more blood to pour from Reverend Shadow. The ref decides he has seen enough and calls for the bell.
Reverend Shadow stares at the video screen with anger as he watches what transpired a year ago. Suddenly a familiar song blasts out over the speakers. "Absent" by Snot begins to play as everyone knows whose music that is. Reverend Shadow watches in disbelief as "Your Stoned Messiah" comes across the video screen. It switches to a video of Michael Kyzer brutalizing Reverend Shadow during their match last year. "Your Heroin Hero" flashes over the screen, as it goes to Reverend Shadow being sent through a light tube cabin. "The Enigma" flashes over the screen before showing Reverend Shadow being brutalized the Kyzerlings. Finally the words "The God of F*ck" flash over the screen. They fade out and a picture of Kyzer's grinning faces comes over the screen. Reverend Shadow is so consumed watching the screen he doesn't see the person come into the ring behind him. The Kyzer on the screen speaks.
"Rev. you didn't think I would stay gone forever did you? That is so cute if you did. When I beat you last year, I had the time of my life. I never thought that crucifing someone could be so much fun. But I have to say, this thing that existed between us a year ago, this hatred. It is back, and I am back. So be on your guard. Hate is a powerful thing that can make some people do things you just didn't think they would do."
The figure behind Reverend lifts him onto his shoulders and hits an inverted death valley driver. The lights come on and Michael Kyzer is standing over the fallen Reverend. The crowd goes insane over his return. He goes over to the corner where a briefcase lies. He opens it up and pulls out that very same crown from last year's Super Brawl. He grabs a microphone and stands over Reverend Shadow.
"You see Reverend Shadow, after I left the WFWF, I realized that beating you was not just a victory over you, it was a victory over God. When I strapped you to that cross and placed this crown to your head, I was spitting on everything you loved, you believed in and I proved to you that even the devil has his day. I hate that I had to leave when I did. I hate that you rose up the ladder because I wasn't around anymore. I hate that you have seemed to forgotten me. I realized amongst all these hateful regrets that I simply hate you. I hate the WFWF. I hate everyone here. Hate it is such a strong word."
Kyzer leans down to Rev. Shadow as he tries to push himself up from the mat.
"I intend to show you just how strong that word is. When I do, you will understand me, you will thank me and forever remember me. I will make it where you will never forget about Kyzer again. My ego can't have that."
Kyzer drops the microphone as Rev. Shadow stumbles up. He is quickly caught by a snapping back kick to the jaw by Kyzer. Kyzer grins at the fallen Reverend. He walks over to the briefcase and opens it. He pulls out the very same crown from Super Brawl. He gently places on the chest of the fallen Reverend. Kyzer grabs the microphone.
"It is only fitting that I end the show, you created out of my absence. I gave your rise to fame and now I will be the bane of it."
Kyzer just stands amongst the booing crowd as "Absent" by Snot begins to play again.
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I felt the trash cave in around me as my spine buckled when I hit the bottom of the can. This was not like before, I knew that much. Maybe it was an accident? I tried to convince myself what just happened had to be an accident but it was not. He had left me here, for the first time in years he had finally truly given up on me. I lied there for hours and hours turned to days and days turned to nights. I hated the nights; I was alone and found myself no one to console or help. That was my life, to help, to give understanding and it’s all gone now. I have nothing but the cover that has toppled upon my pages day after day since he left me there. Times were different once, things use to be happier and he was happier too. His faith was strong then, faith that he was doing the right thing. I guess this was a long time coming….
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My years go well beyond that of just Reverend. I spent many years with his father and before that I spent many more with other men of the faith. In all the years that have passed I have never been tossed away. No, not once, every man I was with held me close and some even held me beneath their arms in their casket before they were put to rest. But again I emphasized I have never been tossed away.
When I first caught glimpse of young Jason, he was just a boy of maybe 10. His eyes grew when he gazed upon me. His dad pushed me out towards him when he saw his sons intrigue. Though most would worry that he was looking at me merely as a toy and nothing more, I did not worry and neither did his father. We both knew that look in his eyes, a look of faith, a look of I had seen quite often. I knew as young Jason flipped through my pages that he would be the next to hold me to his heart. It’s a warming feeling to know that you can bring such insight and joy into someone’s life.
The years went by and his father opened me daily and read aloud that which had been engraved in me so long ago. The fingers across the words and the voice reading aloud gave way to tingling in my spine. I loved it, I loved them both and all that had come before them. These were the best times of my life to give purpose to a young boy that would give rise to an important man, but in the end I failed him. In a way I myself blame God for taking his Sister, Father, and even his unborn child. But as I fell into that can I could only blame one man. He gave rise to greed and wanting in Jason and eventually gave fall to his faith as well, well at least as far as I can see.
Jason grew older the teenage years gave rise to the rebellion of the mind but the heart stayed strong. He did falter though; he gave way to lust of the body and eventually gave conception to a new life. I remember the day that he found out. I was perched on a table and I could hear Jason talking to his father. It started slow but I knew that there was something more, I could feel it. Finally his voice cracked as he got to the point. I could feel the uncertainty in his pleas as he told his father of what he had done and the result. Most of would of yelled or screamed, some may even have disowned their child but faith kept his father calm. He comforted Jason and I could hear the tears of shame in Jason’s cries but his father held strong to his belief and told his son that he would be fine and they would work it out.
That day ended with good feelings but the following week gave way to a whole new situation and may have been the first breath of evil that ever was pushed into Jason. I don’t think the incident alone skewed his ideas and perceptions but I do think it gave way to a way of thinking that would eventually rule his life. The child was gone, she had gave way to life and gave way to death and could have cared less. Jason felt the blow and knew he could do nothing about it. The storm of depression came and as it drew on for months and months, I saw him less and less.
The day that changed his perspective and in some right changed my perspective came. I was grasped tightly by his father that morning and was rushed across the house, I could see nothing but I heard the door in front of us swing open and the words his father spoke to him gave way to a new world that I would have to live in. The world of depression, through all my years I had never had to bring forth someone out of such a slump, I had only ever had to instill morals. In the end it was a learning experience for both of us and I am sure we both pushed each other to the limits. I know many of days passed during that time before he finally picked me up from his desk and even more went by before he finally came out of his shell and embraced me with loving arms again. I gave way to his salvation and in some rights he, over time, gave way to my new understanding of the world. One that I was not taught and would have never even given a thought too before then out of understanding that such thoughts were blasphemy. No after what hell I had been put through, everything finally gave me the tools to work out the conclusion that Jason had come to long ago, just never accepted till now.
Obo was time when Jason was the most faithful. He felt drawn towards Obo’s daughter as if it were his own. That hole that was left after what had happened was filled if only momentarily. Obo embraced hatred but had a good heart and Jason could see that and was only trying to help Obo see the error in what he was doing. I guess we failed in the end and in the end Jason could not except failure and took his leave. I remember those months leading up to his return. The depression was back, he had failed God, he had failed Obo, and he had failed himself. I knew how to deal with it this time. We had dealt with it twice now, once for the abortion and once for his father’s untimely death due to cancer. So we both knew how this worked and things were starting to look good for Jason. He was starting to smile again but he had quite embracing God but I didn’t care, he was happy. Me, I was happy that he was not doing God’s will merely because it made him happier to be his own man or to at least pretend he was his own man. The days past, I collected my fair share of dust but it didn’t matter to me, not anymore. I was content with merely being an ornament to adorn his room with. A piece of his past, nothing more then a bunch of paper bound together.
Then it happened, his sister, God took her from him. God wanted him back, wanted me back, wanted him to continue God’s will. We could not fight it and both of us went reluctantly back into the ring. Teaming with our old friend CBT was a nice change of pace and going up against Yukio and Wayne, both people we had beaten before. We tried to make the best of the situation but it didn’t work out in our favor. Nothing ever does it seem like anymore. Losing the match was not my biggest fear but after what happened to Jason after Kyzer did what he did gave way to that look of wanting and needing that had thrown Jason’s world out of whack before.
Kyzer back, the wanting back, the needing back, and I, well we know my eventual outcome due to this. I was tossed away, he didn’t need me anymore, didn’t want me anymore. All we had been through together, he had shown me a new understanding and a new way of thinking that went beyond the scripture. But the love was gone; the faith had diminished from both of us. I cared for him though and that was taken from me. I had bonded to him like no man before him and it was now all gone and I could never make him understand how I missed him. But hope was not lost for me….
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One day, I knew not why I was being given this chance but I did not shun it. I was lying there, only my bottom half could be seen. A kid looked down upon me; he looked to be some sort of runaway and was looking for food. As he gazed down, his eyes grew big and I could see it, once again I saw it. That same intrigue, that same love, I knew I was about to give purpose to another. He picked me up and ran off with me. Thought I was to be given a new owner and new purpose now, I knew what to expect from any circumstance and I held no judgment toward anyone anymore and Jason had taught me this way of living.
I miss him; I hope he finds faith again. He will need it if he hopes to ever slay his goliath….
Kyzer then signals again and the chains lose their slack. The cross stands up and Rev screams in pain as the barbs dig into him. Kyzer then places a circle of barbed wire on Rev's head crowning him. He pulls the crown down so that it digs into his forehead causing even more blood to pour from Reverend Shadow. The ref decides he has seen enough and calls for the bell.
Reverend Shadow stares at the video screen with anger as he watches what transpired a year ago. Suddenly a familiar song blasts out over the speakers. "Absent" by Snot begins to play as everyone knows whose music that is. Reverend Shadow watches in disbelief as "Your Stoned Messiah" comes across the video screen. It switches to a video of Michael Kyzer brutalizing Reverend Shadow during their match last year. "Your Heroin Hero" flashes over the screen, as it goes to Reverend Shadow being sent through a light tube cabin. "The Enigma" flashes over the screen before showing Reverend Shadow being brutalized the Kyzerlings. Finally the words "The God of F*ck" flash over the screen. They fade out and a picture of Kyzer's grinning faces comes over the screen. Reverend Shadow is so consumed watching the screen he doesn't see the person come into the ring behind him. The Kyzer on the screen speaks.
"Rev. you didn't think I would stay gone forever did you? That is so cute if you did. When I beat you last year, I had the time of my life. I never thought that crucifing someone could be so much fun. But I have to say, this thing that existed between us a year ago, this hatred. It is back, and I am back. So be on your guard. Hate is a powerful thing that can make some people do things you just didn't think they would do."
The figure behind Reverend lifts him onto his shoulders and hits an inverted death valley driver. The lights come on and Michael Kyzer is standing over the fallen Reverend. The crowd goes insane over his return. He goes over to the corner where a briefcase lies. He opens it up and pulls out that very same crown from last year's Super Brawl. He grabs a microphone and stands over Reverend Shadow.
"You see Reverend Shadow, after I left the WFWF, I realized that beating you was not just a victory over you, it was a victory over God. When I strapped you to that cross and placed this crown to your head, I was spitting on everything you loved, you believed in and I proved to you that even the devil has his day. I hate that I had to leave when I did. I hate that you rose up the ladder because I wasn't around anymore. I hate that you have seemed to forgotten me. I realized amongst all these hateful regrets that I simply hate you. I hate the WFWF. I hate everyone here. Hate it is such a strong word."
Kyzer leans down to Rev. Shadow as he tries to push himself up from the mat.
"I intend to show you just how strong that word is. When I do, you will understand me, you will thank me and forever remember me. I will make it where you will never forget about Kyzer again. My ego can't have that."
Kyzer drops the microphone as Rev. Shadow stumbles up. He is quickly caught by a snapping back kick to the jaw by Kyzer. Kyzer grins at the fallen Reverend. He walks over to the briefcase and opens it. He pulls out the very same crown from Super Brawl. He gently places on the chest of the fallen Reverend. Kyzer grabs the microphone.
"It is only fitting that I end the show, you created out of my absence. I gave your rise to fame and now I will be the bane of it."
Kyzer just stands amongst the booing crowd as "Absent" by Snot begins to play again.
<><><><>
I felt the trash cave in around me as my spine buckled when I hit the bottom of the can. This was not like before, I knew that much. Maybe it was an accident? I tried to convince myself what just happened had to be an accident but it was not. He had left me here, for the first time in years he had finally truly given up on me. I lied there for hours and hours turned to days and days turned to nights. I hated the nights; I was alone and found myself no one to console or help. That was my life, to help, to give understanding and it’s all gone now. I have nothing but the cover that has toppled upon my pages day after day since he left me there. Times were different once, things use to be happier and he was happier too. His faith was strong then, faith that he was doing the right thing. I guess this was a long time coming….
<><><><>
My years go well beyond that of just Reverend. I spent many years with his father and before that I spent many more with other men of the faith. In all the years that have passed I have never been tossed away. No, not once, every man I was with held me close and some even held me beneath their arms in their casket before they were put to rest. But again I emphasized I have never been tossed away.
When I first caught glimpse of young Jason, he was just a boy of maybe 10. His eyes grew when he gazed upon me. His dad pushed me out towards him when he saw his sons intrigue. Though most would worry that he was looking at me merely as a toy and nothing more, I did not worry and neither did his father. We both knew that look in his eyes, a look of faith, a look of I had seen quite often. I knew as young Jason flipped through my pages that he would be the next to hold me to his heart. It’s a warming feeling to know that you can bring such insight and joy into someone’s life.
The years went by and his father opened me daily and read aloud that which had been engraved in me so long ago. The fingers across the words and the voice reading aloud gave way to tingling in my spine. I loved it, I loved them both and all that had come before them. These were the best times of my life to give purpose to a young boy that would give rise to an important man, but in the end I failed him. In a way I myself blame God for taking his Sister, Father, and even his unborn child. But as I fell into that can I could only blame one man. He gave rise to greed and wanting in Jason and eventually gave fall to his faith as well, well at least as far as I can see.
Jason grew older the teenage years gave rise to the rebellion of the mind but the heart stayed strong. He did falter though; he gave way to lust of the body and eventually gave conception to a new life. I remember the day that he found out. I was perched on a table and I could hear Jason talking to his father. It started slow but I knew that there was something more, I could feel it. Finally his voice cracked as he got to the point. I could feel the uncertainty in his pleas as he told his father of what he had done and the result. Most of would of yelled or screamed, some may even have disowned their child but faith kept his father calm. He comforted Jason and I could hear the tears of shame in Jason’s cries but his father held strong to his belief and told his son that he would be fine and they would work it out.
That day ended with good feelings but the following week gave way to a whole new situation and may have been the first breath of evil that ever was pushed into Jason. I don’t think the incident alone skewed his ideas and perceptions but I do think it gave way to a way of thinking that would eventually rule his life. The child was gone, she had gave way to life and gave way to death and could have cared less. Jason felt the blow and knew he could do nothing about it. The storm of depression came and as it drew on for months and months, I saw him less and less.
The day that changed his perspective and in some right changed my perspective came. I was grasped tightly by his father that morning and was rushed across the house, I could see nothing but I heard the door in front of us swing open and the words his father spoke to him gave way to a new world that I would have to live in. The world of depression, through all my years I had never had to bring forth someone out of such a slump, I had only ever had to instill morals. In the end it was a learning experience for both of us and I am sure we both pushed each other to the limits. I know many of days passed during that time before he finally picked me up from his desk and even more went by before he finally came out of his shell and embraced me with loving arms again. I gave way to his salvation and in some rights he, over time, gave way to my new understanding of the world. One that I was not taught and would have never even given a thought too before then out of understanding that such thoughts were blasphemy. No after what hell I had been put through, everything finally gave me the tools to work out the conclusion that Jason had come to long ago, just never accepted till now.
Obo was time when Jason was the most faithful. He felt drawn towards Obo’s daughter as if it were his own. That hole that was left after what had happened was filled if only momentarily. Obo embraced hatred but had a good heart and Jason could see that and was only trying to help Obo see the error in what he was doing. I guess we failed in the end and in the end Jason could not except failure and took his leave. I remember those months leading up to his return. The depression was back, he had failed God, he had failed Obo, and he had failed himself. I knew how to deal with it this time. We had dealt with it twice now, once for the abortion and once for his father’s untimely death due to cancer. So we both knew how this worked and things were starting to look good for Jason. He was starting to smile again but he had quite embracing God but I didn’t care, he was happy. Me, I was happy that he was not doing God’s will merely because it made him happier to be his own man or to at least pretend he was his own man. The days past, I collected my fair share of dust but it didn’t matter to me, not anymore. I was content with merely being an ornament to adorn his room with. A piece of his past, nothing more then a bunch of paper bound together.
Then it happened, his sister, God took her from him. God wanted him back, wanted me back, wanted him to continue God’s will. We could not fight it and both of us went reluctantly back into the ring. Teaming with our old friend CBT was a nice change of pace and going up against Yukio and Wayne, both people we had beaten before. We tried to make the best of the situation but it didn’t work out in our favor. Nothing ever does it seem like anymore. Losing the match was not my biggest fear but after what happened to Jason after Kyzer did what he did gave way to that look of wanting and needing that had thrown Jason’s world out of whack before.
Kyzer back, the wanting back, the needing back, and I, well we know my eventual outcome due to this. I was tossed away, he didn’t need me anymore, didn’t want me anymore. All we had been through together, he had shown me a new understanding and a new way of thinking that went beyond the scripture. But the love was gone; the faith had diminished from both of us. I cared for him though and that was taken from me. I had bonded to him like no man before him and it was now all gone and I could never make him understand how I missed him. But hope was not lost for me….
<><><><>
One day, I knew not why I was being given this chance but I did not shun it. I was lying there, only my bottom half could be seen. A kid looked down upon me; he looked to be some sort of runaway and was looking for food. As he gazed down, his eyes grew big and I could see it, once again I saw it. That same intrigue, that same love, I knew I was about to give purpose to another. He picked me up and ran off with me. Thought I was to be given a new owner and new purpose now, I knew what to expect from any circumstance and I held no judgment toward anyone anymore and Jason had taught me this way of living.
I miss him; I hope he finds faith again. He will need it if he hopes to ever slay his goliath….
ooc: This was more of a character developemental though I did cover obo to some extent. If you cant tell who was telling the story then I am sorry but I feel like everyone should catch on without me neccesarily saying it.
I think this is a step up from last week. Though different from my usual stuff, it seemed to flow quite well and gave way to what I think would be an interesting to perspective...kind of remniniscent of the old saying "if walls could talk"
Comments and Critism are always welcome.
Revvie
