Post by Revvie® on Jun 14, 2006 20:01:53 GMT -5
Date: May 23, 2066
I walked in seemingly unnoticed, the Reverend's casket sat up in the front, though through the crowd and lines of people it just looked like a blur from this distance. He was always a good man to me, sometimes I didn't always understand his reasoning but over all he was the best mentor a man could have in the ministry. I moved forward a bit, the whole room was either in tears, talking, or laughing. Most faces I had not seen before so as I passed by I tried to ignore them most but the ones who did catch me I would either give a friendly hug or handshake which was ussually accompanied by something about the dearly departed being a great person. I finally made my way to the front, I could see The Reverends family standing off to the side as many people offered their condolences. By the time I got there though, his wife had walked off due to the immense amount of grief that this day brought, her kids followed her for a helping hand. The Reverends sister stay behind to talk and hug and what not while his wife and kids were away. Now it twas time for me to be awakened to the fact that he was actually gone, the guy who look after me and taught me the ways of the faith was gone. I looked upon his body and face and it had sort of a eerie feeling. A waxy look had given his face a sort of gleem and his hands and arms stood rigid and very cold, though through all of this for some reason there seemed to be life still in him, as if he would leap up at anytime and say it was all just a joke. I felt a tear roll down my cheek and the feeling of something coming up in my throat began. I turned and calmed myself and then made my way to his sister who stood there, looked as if she had been up crying all not but tried so hard to look good for this day. She smiled at me when she saw me walk up.
Kayla: Steven, how have you been?
Steven: Its been rough but I have been managing to the best of my ability. Its really weird to think that the Reverend is gone.
Her face took a down turn into sadness with those words and now she spoke with sincerety.
Kayla: Yes, I know.....Its been hard on all of us.
She paused for a moment staring into space before coming back as if she had realized something.
Kayla: Oh yes, he wanted you to have something, hold on a second and I will go get it.
She motioned for me not to move and made her way over to her purse and was back withing just a few seconds carrying a black journal of some sort is what it appeared to be in her hands. She held it out to me and I grasped it gentley as she spoke to me once again.
Kayla: This was the Reverend's journal, he kept it at all times with him so that he would never lose account of what happened, though I think it was mostly in his younger years when he had it, he stopped writting in it long ago but none the less he wanted you to have it.
Steven: Thank you very much.
I looked at it as I walked away and decided that I would wait till later to really give it a read over.
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I sat at my desk just staring at the cover, for some reason I just couldnt pull myself out of this trance just to read it. I pondered a bit longer and then finally got up the courage to see what was inside. I started out with the oh so average flip through that seems meaningless but we all do it. As the pages swung by, there was one that was highlighted, I quickly turned back to it. In huge print at the top it said "SCARS AND STRIPES VICTORY", confusion washed over me and I then decided to read the page its self. At the top there was a date......
June 16, 2006
"The days are going by faster then I could have ever imagined, I pulled off the win at Scars and Stripes, which was a great victory for me and God. The new owners Kyzer and Drakz though both are heathens on their best days, they both seemed to be noticing what I'm worth and what I am here to do. This upcoming match at Odium, where I have been placed in the main event, is against Obo a former foe of mine when I use to run with the Holocaust. Thoses days are long gone and both of us have grown stronger. I had decided to look for my old wrestling notes on Hobo when weird things started happening just like had all week...........
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The Los Hobos notes have to be around here somewhere, but where. I shuffled through my closet a bit more and nothing seemed to even remotely resemble the notes I had taken for the match. I had alright anticipated that they may not be quite up to date on who Obo is now and such but they could have had a few helpful pointers for the match none the less. I sat down and pondered where I could have put them, nothing came to mind. Then I decided maybe I could talk to someone I know who watches wrestling alot and keeps up on all the wrestlers. Who has the kind of knowlege though about wrestling that I know of, I started to pray that God would send a sign and help me through this. I got up and sat at my desk and start going through it hoping to find something that could help me. I came across a picture of my Dad and I at my graduation and smiled for a moment and then I remembered the words he had said to me. " You know everything you need to know, you just havent realized it yet"...or something to that extent. I began to ponder these words and then all of a sudden there was a knock at my door, I quickly sprung up and made my way over to it and peering through the peep whole I found a pizza guy. I opened the door and he stood there as if he had been waiting forever.
Reverend: Yes....may I help you?
He looked at me a bit confused.
Pizza Guy: Yea, you ordered these pizza's.
Reverend: I'm sorry you must have the wrong address you might try one of the doors next to me.
He studied his sheet for a moment and then looked up at me and smiled.
Pizza Guy: Well, it says your address so it must have been a mix up at the place then, but whenever we have mess ups like this we are suppose to off you the pizza for the inconvenience we caused by knocking on your door.
I looked at him and then decided that would be ok because I had not eaten yet anyways.
Reverend: Yea, ok.
He started to pull the pizza out of the bag that they used to seal up the heat and the pizza was still steaming a bit. As he did this I noticed his shirt said something and curiousity pointed me to read it of course. In big letters it said "THA CBT" and under it was a picture of the very man himself, this kid watches WFWF. I quickly made the decision that I had to ask him something and quick. So as I took the pizza's I quickly spit out the words.
Reverend: You watch WFWF frequently?
Pizza Guy: Every time it comes on. Actually I didn't want to say anything before because I know how people like you want your privacy and are probably bugged all the time but I know that your Reverend Shadow. I saw you win the huge Royal Rumble at Scars and Stripes.
I felt a bit flattered and decided that I should invite him in, if he knew who I was then surely he would know of Obo and what Obo has become. I decided it was best to ask in a nonchalante sort of way as to not elude to just how desperate I needed to speak with him.
Reverend: Would you like to come in and have some pizza with me.....maybe we could talk a little about WFWF....
Pizza Guy: Sure!
We both sat at the table talking for a moment about everyday things before I finally decided to ask a question that I had been wanting to ask since I realized he was a fan of WFWF. I waited till he finished his story that he was telling me about how he had once had a back yard federation and won a few titles himself and had hoped that maybe he could make it to the big time like WFWF as most fans do hope. He finished the story and I ask him the question.
Reverend: You know about my match at Odium right?
Pizza Guy: Yea, the one versus Obo. I'm looking forward to seeing you too go at it after such a long time.
Reverend: How much do you know about Obo?
Pizza Guy: I know a bit,why?
Reverend: Would you mind if we discussed Obo and how he was changed?
Pizza Guy: No thats fine...hmm.... where to start...
This was great, I finally had a reliable resource for info on Obo and with that I could surely come up with something tangable to take him down with. He talk for a few minutes about how Obo is different now and a hell of a lot better then he use to be. After he had said all he could think of I knew that Obo would be a task but one that I could easily overcome if I needed. Obo would be easily distracted for his new blatent anger could surely be used in my favor to give him one hell of a beating. I would have to play this match methodical and anticipate and counter and cause him to go into a bit of a rage and when he gets so angry that he can't even see straight, that would be the moment of his demise. This angry intensified Obo stands little chance against a methodical and decisive opponent such as myself. This match should be one that carries much wait in WFWF in showing that the power of God and faith will get you through any obstacle. Obo doesnt understand that a wrestling match is a match based on skill not on brute force. The days of the Holocaust might be over and the days of Los Hobos might be over but I am sure that he still is looking for vengeance from when we beat them for the tag titles. This match carries more then just what is in the promos and all the redderick, it carries a deep hatred that will soon boil to the surface and infect both of us. Obo might not have his jokes and cheap tricks anymore but he has emotion and pure anger and I know those are the points that he will play heavy on when we step in that ring. Victory or no Victory I have already sealed my fate for my match for the title, I shouldnt worry to much about this miscreant who seemingly is of lower breed then me and always has been. That was odd gave my self a rush of adrenaline in that instance and seemed to be reverting back to what I was when in the Holocaust. Obo was bringing back all the anger and all the thoughts of chastisement that once course through the entire WFWF. The kid stared at me awkwardly because he had been trying to get my attention but to no avail, I had been lost in my thoughts.
Pizza Guy: Are you ok?
A fiery looked came through and I could feel my whole soul full of emotion and energy that I had not felt in a long time and realized that if I wanted to win this match and any others from this point on I would need to harness this and keep my sensibility. A combination of what I was and what I have become and then I spoke to the kid as he sat there frighten in a voice I had not heard out of my lips on a long time.
Reverend: Obo means so little to me right now, his mere pesky rants and his idiotic tantrums just show that infantile nature in him as become who he is now. " I OBO, I MAD"....such are words from cavemen long ago. This sort of pretentious ignorance is only a small blight compared to that of a man of God and Obo surely should know that from experience. The punishent he will receive will be Sevenfold, and I will not stop there. I will drag his carcass to hell myself and throw him, watching as he burns for all eternity, yes this shall be the day that Obo finds out who the true victor is and has always been. He may have beaten me but I have also beaten him and this match is nothing like before, this match will take place one on one and both of us have become main event. Obo might think that things have changed and he can walk around and do whatever he pleases, he is surely full of himself after winning that belt as Scars and Stripes. He needs to understand that his belt means nothing to me and his anger is only to my advantage. This disgusting ignorance of his will go on no longer after Odium.
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......The kid had ran out during our talk at some point in time. I knew what I had to do, this match was something that would bring out the evil in me that had been lurking since the Holocaust and it seemed that I needed it as well. If I can just capture it and use it to my advantage this could be the best thing for me in my match for the title. Alot of weird events had taken place, a kid had come to my door who just happen to watch wrestling faithfully shortly after I had prayed for such a sign. This just testified to God will and his work in our everyday lives. Also I got some lunch out of this all so I guess despite scaring a fan, he helped alot in more ways then one. God had shown me the strength I would need, now I must put it to use in his name.
End of Entry
I shut the book and just stared into space for a moment because I had never known much of the Reverend's past and this surely gave me a new perspective on my work in the faith. I eagerly decided to that I needed to see whether he won or not, I flipped back open the book and turned to the page after that one and began reading..........
ooc: Its a bit outlandish...I will admit...ive seen weirder stuff on wrestling and with stuff today well yea....anyways...i did have alot of fun writing it and though i did....I think it may have turned out worse then i had hope....oh well comments and critizism are welcome and good luck to Obo....this should be good... ;D
I walked in seemingly unnoticed, the Reverend's casket sat up in the front, though through the crowd and lines of people it just looked like a blur from this distance. He was always a good man to me, sometimes I didn't always understand his reasoning but over all he was the best mentor a man could have in the ministry. I moved forward a bit, the whole room was either in tears, talking, or laughing. Most faces I had not seen before so as I passed by I tried to ignore them most but the ones who did catch me I would either give a friendly hug or handshake which was ussually accompanied by something about the dearly departed being a great person. I finally made my way to the front, I could see The Reverends family standing off to the side as many people offered their condolences. By the time I got there though, his wife had walked off due to the immense amount of grief that this day brought, her kids followed her for a helping hand. The Reverends sister stay behind to talk and hug and what not while his wife and kids were away. Now it twas time for me to be awakened to the fact that he was actually gone, the guy who look after me and taught me the ways of the faith was gone. I looked upon his body and face and it had sort of a eerie feeling. A waxy look had given his face a sort of gleem and his hands and arms stood rigid and very cold, though through all of this for some reason there seemed to be life still in him, as if he would leap up at anytime and say it was all just a joke. I felt a tear roll down my cheek and the feeling of something coming up in my throat began. I turned and calmed myself and then made my way to his sister who stood there, looked as if she had been up crying all not but tried so hard to look good for this day. She smiled at me when she saw me walk up.
Kayla: Steven, how have you been?
Steven: Its been rough but I have been managing to the best of my ability. Its really weird to think that the Reverend is gone.
Her face took a down turn into sadness with those words and now she spoke with sincerety.
Kayla: Yes, I know.....Its been hard on all of us.
She paused for a moment staring into space before coming back as if she had realized something.
Kayla: Oh yes, he wanted you to have something, hold on a second and I will go get it.
She motioned for me not to move and made her way over to her purse and was back withing just a few seconds carrying a black journal of some sort is what it appeared to be in her hands. She held it out to me and I grasped it gentley as she spoke to me once again.
Kayla: This was the Reverend's journal, he kept it at all times with him so that he would never lose account of what happened, though I think it was mostly in his younger years when he had it, he stopped writting in it long ago but none the less he wanted you to have it.
Steven: Thank you very much.
I looked at it as I walked away and decided that I would wait till later to really give it a read over.
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I sat at my desk just staring at the cover, for some reason I just couldnt pull myself out of this trance just to read it. I pondered a bit longer and then finally got up the courage to see what was inside. I started out with the oh so average flip through that seems meaningless but we all do it. As the pages swung by, there was one that was highlighted, I quickly turned back to it. In huge print at the top it said "SCARS AND STRIPES VICTORY", confusion washed over me and I then decided to read the page its self. At the top there was a date......
June 16, 2006
"The days are going by faster then I could have ever imagined, I pulled off the win at Scars and Stripes, which was a great victory for me and God. The new owners Kyzer and Drakz though both are heathens on their best days, they both seemed to be noticing what I'm worth and what I am here to do. This upcoming match at Odium, where I have been placed in the main event, is against Obo a former foe of mine when I use to run with the Holocaust. Thoses days are long gone and both of us have grown stronger. I had decided to look for my old wrestling notes on Hobo when weird things started happening just like had all week...........
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The Los Hobos notes have to be around here somewhere, but where. I shuffled through my closet a bit more and nothing seemed to even remotely resemble the notes I had taken for the match. I had alright anticipated that they may not be quite up to date on who Obo is now and such but they could have had a few helpful pointers for the match none the less. I sat down and pondered where I could have put them, nothing came to mind. Then I decided maybe I could talk to someone I know who watches wrestling alot and keeps up on all the wrestlers. Who has the kind of knowlege though about wrestling that I know of, I started to pray that God would send a sign and help me through this. I got up and sat at my desk and start going through it hoping to find something that could help me. I came across a picture of my Dad and I at my graduation and smiled for a moment and then I remembered the words he had said to me. " You know everything you need to know, you just havent realized it yet"...or something to that extent. I began to ponder these words and then all of a sudden there was a knock at my door, I quickly sprung up and made my way over to it and peering through the peep whole I found a pizza guy. I opened the door and he stood there as if he had been waiting forever.
Reverend: Yes....may I help you?
He looked at me a bit confused.
Pizza Guy: Yea, you ordered these pizza's.
Reverend: I'm sorry you must have the wrong address you might try one of the doors next to me.
He studied his sheet for a moment and then looked up at me and smiled.
Pizza Guy: Well, it says your address so it must have been a mix up at the place then, but whenever we have mess ups like this we are suppose to off you the pizza for the inconvenience we caused by knocking on your door.
I looked at him and then decided that would be ok because I had not eaten yet anyways.
Reverend: Yea, ok.
He started to pull the pizza out of the bag that they used to seal up the heat and the pizza was still steaming a bit. As he did this I noticed his shirt said something and curiousity pointed me to read it of course. In big letters it said "THA CBT" and under it was a picture of the very man himself, this kid watches WFWF. I quickly made the decision that I had to ask him something and quick. So as I took the pizza's I quickly spit out the words.
Reverend: You watch WFWF frequently?
Pizza Guy: Every time it comes on. Actually I didn't want to say anything before because I know how people like you want your privacy and are probably bugged all the time but I know that your Reverend Shadow. I saw you win the huge Royal Rumble at Scars and Stripes.
I felt a bit flattered and decided that I should invite him in, if he knew who I was then surely he would know of Obo and what Obo has become. I decided it was best to ask in a nonchalante sort of way as to not elude to just how desperate I needed to speak with him.
Reverend: Would you like to come in and have some pizza with me.....maybe we could talk a little about WFWF....
Pizza Guy: Sure!
We both sat at the table talking for a moment about everyday things before I finally decided to ask a question that I had been wanting to ask since I realized he was a fan of WFWF. I waited till he finished his story that he was telling me about how he had once had a back yard federation and won a few titles himself and had hoped that maybe he could make it to the big time like WFWF as most fans do hope. He finished the story and I ask him the question.
Reverend: You know about my match at Odium right?
Pizza Guy: Yea, the one versus Obo. I'm looking forward to seeing you too go at it after such a long time.
Reverend: How much do you know about Obo?
Pizza Guy: I know a bit,why?
Reverend: Would you mind if we discussed Obo and how he was changed?
Pizza Guy: No thats fine...hmm.... where to start...
This was great, I finally had a reliable resource for info on Obo and with that I could surely come up with something tangable to take him down with. He talk for a few minutes about how Obo is different now and a hell of a lot better then he use to be. After he had said all he could think of I knew that Obo would be a task but one that I could easily overcome if I needed. Obo would be easily distracted for his new blatent anger could surely be used in my favor to give him one hell of a beating. I would have to play this match methodical and anticipate and counter and cause him to go into a bit of a rage and when he gets so angry that he can't even see straight, that would be the moment of his demise. This angry intensified Obo stands little chance against a methodical and decisive opponent such as myself. This match should be one that carries much wait in WFWF in showing that the power of God and faith will get you through any obstacle. Obo doesnt understand that a wrestling match is a match based on skill not on brute force. The days of the Holocaust might be over and the days of Los Hobos might be over but I am sure that he still is looking for vengeance from when we beat them for the tag titles. This match carries more then just what is in the promos and all the redderick, it carries a deep hatred that will soon boil to the surface and infect both of us. Obo might not have his jokes and cheap tricks anymore but he has emotion and pure anger and I know those are the points that he will play heavy on when we step in that ring. Victory or no Victory I have already sealed my fate for my match for the title, I shouldnt worry to much about this miscreant who seemingly is of lower breed then me and always has been. That was odd gave my self a rush of adrenaline in that instance and seemed to be reverting back to what I was when in the Holocaust. Obo was bringing back all the anger and all the thoughts of chastisement that once course through the entire WFWF. The kid stared at me awkwardly because he had been trying to get my attention but to no avail, I had been lost in my thoughts.
Pizza Guy: Are you ok?
A fiery looked came through and I could feel my whole soul full of emotion and energy that I had not felt in a long time and realized that if I wanted to win this match and any others from this point on I would need to harness this and keep my sensibility. A combination of what I was and what I have become and then I spoke to the kid as he sat there frighten in a voice I had not heard out of my lips on a long time.
Reverend: Obo means so little to me right now, his mere pesky rants and his idiotic tantrums just show that infantile nature in him as become who he is now. " I OBO, I MAD"....such are words from cavemen long ago. This sort of pretentious ignorance is only a small blight compared to that of a man of God and Obo surely should know that from experience. The punishent he will receive will be Sevenfold, and I will not stop there. I will drag his carcass to hell myself and throw him, watching as he burns for all eternity, yes this shall be the day that Obo finds out who the true victor is and has always been. He may have beaten me but I have also beaten him and this match is nothing like before, this match will take place one on one and both of us have become main event. Obo might think that things have changed and he can walk around and do whatever he pleases, he is surely full of himself after winning that belt as Scars and Stripes. He needs to understand that his belt means nothing to me and his anger is only to my advantage. This disgusting ignorance of his will go on no longer after Odium.
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......The kid had ran out during our talk at some point in time. I knew what I had to do, this match was something that would bring out the evil in me that had been lurking since the Holocaust and it seemed that I needed it as well. If I can just capture it and use it to my advantage this could be the best thing for me in my match for the title. Alot of weird events had taken place, a kid had come to my door who just happen to watch wrestling faithfully shortly after I had prayed for such a sign. This just testified to God will and his work in our everyday lives. Also I got some lunch out of this all so I guess despite scaring a fan, he helped alot in more ways then one. God had shown me the strength I would need, now I must put it to use in his name.
End of Entry
I shut the book and just stared into space for a moment because I had never known much of the Reverend's past and this surely gave me a new perspective on my work in the faith. I eagerly decided to that I needed to see whether he won or not, I flipped back open the book and turned to the page after that one and began reading..........
ooc: Its a bit outlandish...I will admit...ive seen weirder stuff on wrestling and with stuff today well yea....anyways...i did have alot of fun writing it and though i did....I think it may have turned out worse then i had hope....oh well comments and critizism are welcome and good luck to Obo....this should be good... ;D
