The Accuser 3: How Do You Spell That?
Sept 5, 2019 0:38:49 GMT -5
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Post by Ryan Elias on Sept 5, 2019 0:38:49 GMT -5
Born to push you around
Better just stay down
You pull away
He hits the flesh
You hit the ground
Outside a Seven eleven we see Ryan Elias, well tailored suit, sitting on a small bench, slice of convenience store pizza in hand. A white napkin stained orange from grease between the slice and his hand. With each bite of the pizza, he chews slowly and methodically, his eyes scanning the entire area as he does.
“This is my spot!” A woman says, tattered shirt nearly revealing her right breast, green pants stained nearly brown, and falling off her thin almost emaciated frame.
“Here.” Ryan gives her the remainder of his slice. “I don’t want your spot, just looking for a place to relax for a minute.” Ryan makes a motion for her to take a seat next to him.
Hesitantly the woman moves towards him, sits, and begins to eat the slice of pizza. “Thanks Mister!” She says, genuine thanks filling her voice. “Sorry, but I know you don’t look like the kind of person who would camp my spot, you some kind of businessman?” She asks, mouth full of pizza.
“Something like that.” Ryan says with a smile, as he watches a group of four men exiting the Seven Eleven.
“It was the suit, too fancy to be homeless, and well you look fresh shaved.” The woman gnawed on the pizza.
His head snapped to her, locking eyes. “Go forth, conquer and overcome, be meek no more, you are destined to no longer be one.” Their gaze fell, and Ryan stood up. Across the parking lot, a young man and woman walked, their paths destined to cross the four men who had exited the Seven Eleven. “I have work to do.” Ryan buttoned the black suit jacket he wore and moved towards the group.
“Hey there.” The four men move for the young man and woman. “Mamacita, ya wanna know what a real man is like?” One of the men opens his arms wide bites his lower lip and shakes his shoulders.
“I’ll pass.” The young woman says.
Not pleased, one of the four men grabbed her by the arm, her male escort immediately responding to break the assault up. “Stop man!” But a shove is all he receives as the four men separate the young woman from the man. “Stop!” The young man yells at them.
“What are you going to do about it?” One of the four men barks at the young man before driving a fist to his face, sending the young mans head to the ground with a thud. Laughter erupts from the group of four men as they return their attention to the young woman.
“NOOOOOO!” She screams as one of them takes her around the waist and lifted her into the air, putting her back down, bent over the hood of a nearby car. “NOOOOOOOO!” She screams again, the man rubbing on her, whispering into her ear.
“Don’t think the young lady approves.” Ryan said with a smooth calmness to his voice.
“Mind your business pops!” One of the three men that are standing back bark at Ryan.
“This is my business.” Ryan’s hands extend to his side. “But then deep down inside you know what I represent, and why I am here.” Slowly his hands move up, then down, and the men all take on a look of confusion.
“What the hell are you guys doing?” The man pinning the young woman to the car barks back at his friends.
“I’m out man.” One of the three men walks off, the other two just throwing their arms up and shaking their heads, following the man as he walks away.
“What the fuck kind of Voodoo is this?” The remaining man asks as he releases the woman and stands up. “I’m gonna fuck you up old man. When I am done you will let that hair grow back out so no one recognizes you, if you even live!” He yells while withdrawing a knife from his pocket.
Ryan watches as the woman scurries off to her friend who is slowly stirring. She looks up to see Ryan smile a wicked smile, his eyes glow a soft red, and then the man with the knife is on the ground, Ryan gone. “What happened?” The young man asked, hand on the back of his head.
“That man, he…” Her words trailed off as the only person she saw was the man on the ground not moving. Slowly she crawled over, his eyes were black as charcoal. “He...El Diablo!” She finally said.
Mouth so full of lies
Tend to black your eyes
Just keep them closed
Keep praying
Just keep waiting
Here we are, another show, another...Oh shit things have changed, I actually won a match. Fuck to think I was beginning to even doubt myself. Don’t lie you sat there thinking, how is this clown even still in AW, he’s like 1 and 666, but alas, it’s 2 and 666 now so get on board, the win train is leaving the station, and I’m driving this bitch all the way too...Phoenix, AZ. Damn that actually is kind of perfect. While everyone is bitching about how hot it is in the desert, I will be right at home, basking in the greatness of the sun and heat.
But we aren’t here to really talk about the heat in the desert, no we are here for something so much more important. Let’s talk about movies, commercials, and porn. What do they all have in common? Some dumb ass sits in a chair and tells other idiots what to do. But if it wasn’t bad enough that an idiot is telling other idiots what to do, they act like they are gods gift to the whole of the human race, all while throwing in every single person’s face their fame and belief of their greatness.
How many times have you seen Carol the small blonde with tattered clothes from outside your local supermarket on the Colbert show? Never, not because she is truly any less important than a self righteous asshole like Thaddeus Franklin King, but because Thaddeus has one thing she doesn’t, an ill perceived stature of importance that comes with being a total fucking douche canoe. Don’t know what a douche canoe is, well let me explain it.
YOU START WITH A T
ADD AN F
FINISH IT OF WITH A K.
BOOM!!!! NOW YOU HAVE A DOUCHE CANOE!!!!!!
Don’t get the panties all wadded up Tiberious Francis Kong, being a douche is not inherently a bad thing. I mean being a douche canoe kinda sucks, and well, isn’t something anyone really strives to be, but own it, be proud of who you are. Stomp around with Richard Simmons illegitimate son, go on all the talk shows in the world, but remember, don’t go alone, never alone, we can’t possibly have that…
MOB MENTALITY FOR THE WIN
FREE THINKING BE FOR THE WEAK
But...but...but...no there are no buts, like every clown before you, every clown after you, judgement will come calling. For you, it just happens to be at execution, and what an aptly titled show for you to get into that ring with me. But...but...but...No, No fucking buts, I don’t want to hear about your head, about your concussion, man it the fuck up. You run your mouth and talk a big game, ACTING!!!!! Like you are some hot shit, but we both know the truth, they know the truth, fuck everyone knows the truth, your U.S. title reign didn’t mean shit, won’t mean shit, never meant shit, and was just downright SHIT!!!!
STOP LIVING IN THE PAST DICK HEAD
REALITY IS ABOUT TO BITCH SLAP THE TASTE OUT OF YOUR MOUTH.
Hi, my name is Ryan Elias, I am reality! Where would you like it, left cheek or right? See I am not all bad, I will let you take it where you want it! Don’t look to Shadowlove, he only hangs around you because, well let’s face it, he ain't going to hang around someone that looks better than him. It hurts I know, need a fucking kleenex to cry those tears out into? Get the fuck outta here with that, want me to buy you a nice coach purse you can put it in too?
BITCHES NEED TO LOOK PRETTY!
TIME TO ACCESSORIZE!
Waiting for the one
The day that never comes
When you stand up and feel the warmth
But the sunshine never comes
When you sit in front of the mirror and they powder your nose do you think back on being a kid, trying to be a man and recall the idea that make up was what you needed to get there? Naw, we both know what you were always thinking about how I can trick people into thinking I am good at something that I suck at. Easy, I can sit in a chair and let people that are good at pretending to be other people do what they do best. Yep, and thus, the director Torrence Ferdinand Kock was born.
We call him Captain Klingon for short. Has a certain ring to it doesn’t it? Yeah, and I mean why wouldn’t we, #beachtards #Thehollywoodinferior. Even with a group of retards in your corner you have managed to achieve, nothing, not a damn thing. I mean you got a title shot, lost, got a shot at a title shot, lost, and now you get to face, yep, that dude that people forgot was even in the AW.
#BOTTOMFEEDER!!!!!!!!!!!
That’s where you are, at the bottom looking up at all the pretty people. No don’t ask Kidsgrove if it’s true, he will change the damn subject or ask repetitive questions that make no sense. You can trust me when I say this Terdious furious Kole, it really isn’t all that bad on the bottom, down here no one cares that you smell like sardines, no one cares that you took it in the ass from Odin Balfore, no one cares that you lost to KOS. Nope, because down here, no one really cares about you!
Yeah, you are that guy, the Nicholas Cage of AW. You just keep putting shit out, and people just go, wow really, this dude again? Fuck when is he just going to give it up? See that’s what it is like down here, scrounging for scraps, while the beautiful people...PS, those are the people who let you tag along with them, make you think you are special, only because at the end of the day, when you throw a dog a bone…
IT WAGS ITS TAIL LIKE A GOOD BITCH!!!!!!
Don’t worry, you aren’t Shadows Bitch, or Kidsgroves, naw you are that stray fucking dog that follows people around because it wants an owner but never can find one. First it was the clowns in the BEACHBOYS, and now it’s the retards in the LYNNWOODELITE. I think the boy scouts are looking for scoutmaster, maybe you can get a job teaching kids how to act like they matter!
THOSE WHO CAN DO!!!!
THOSE WHO CAN’T TEACH!!!!
Hey, after Execution who knows, maybe the powers that be in AW can hook you up with a gig cleaning the urinals at the training compound. You could maybe work your way up to headcleaner, I’m sure the guys would like to know their head is gonna get cleaned on the regular!
#DICKSUCKINGJOKE!!!!
Maybe we should move past all the jokes, all the Tom Foolery Kid, see what I did there? Yep you did! Let’s get real for a second, let’s talk about what ya need to do this week.
#HOWTOBEATRYANELIASCHECKLIST!!!!!
STEP 1
This is the most important step, show up and tell the world how great you are, remind them that Transsyberian Flounder Kyle is the best, he did blah blah blah, directed blah blah blah, and is a member of blah blah blah. Got it? Sweet.
STEP 2
Remind every single person in the AW that Ryan Elias isn’t perfect. Now this should have probably been step one, but it’s ok, it can be step two. Maybe add in a few jokes about how chasing perfection makes him look like a fucking retard. Maybe drop a joke about buying eggs to practice cracking them with one hand, or talk about what a waste of time it is to throw darts so that you become good at them. Trust me, it’s fucking solid logic!
STEP 3
Under no circumstances are you to admit in anyway or form that Ryan might in fact be exactly who he claims to be. Don’t do it, don’t think about it don’t even let the idea get in your ear like a little worm.
STEP 4
Make sure you talk about how terrible Ryan Elias is, tell the world he is...shit 4 and something like 12. Yep, bring that up, in fact say it over and over and over, until you are blue in the god damn face, and then whe you can’t breath, say it one more fucking time.
And there you have it, the Ryan Elias kryptonite, because I know you are going to need it. I mean when you get in the ring one on one, you need all the help you can get right? Hence the BEACHBOYS and LYNNWOODELITE!!! If you could really get the job done on your own, you wouldn’t need some clowns to watch your back, some guys to hold you up and carry you. But then I think deep down inside you know that’s why you have to run to the store and get the painkillers.
THEIR BACKS BE HURTING!!!!
DEAD WEIGHT BE A MOTHER FUCKER!!!!!
Reporter: This is Susan Ortega, coming to you from a Seven Eleven just outside of Las Vegas, Nevada. Apparently four men attmepted to rape a young woman, when a stranger arrived, this stranger was dressed in a well tailored black suit, shaved head, and spoke with a smooth charm, he rescuued the woman, but one of the asailents was left in the parking lot. The circumstances of his death are still being discussed, but I am being told it wasn’t pretty. With me is a woman who witnessed everything from a nearby bench while eating her dinner. What can you tell us Carol?
We see Carol in a fancy dress, tailored shirt and a big smile on her face. No longer does she look the homeless woman, now she is dressed for success, her hair is clean, her skin glistening from a recent shower.
Carol: It was one of the most intense moments I have ever witnessed. There I was, sitting on the bench eating my pizza, just relaxing and enjoying a moment. When these four guys came out of the store, they attacked that poor girl and her friend, beat the young man up. Were agoing to rape that young girl, but then that man in the suit showed up, ran three of them off, and before I knew it, the other guy was on the ground and the man with the suit was gone. I do remember one thing though, his eyes, they glowed red.
Reporter: Like superman?
Carol: No lasers or nothing, but yeah red like Supermans before he shoots lasers out of them. He’s a real hero if you ask me, didn’t even stay around to take credit!
Reporter: Well there you have it. It would appear the knight in black, our Superman if you will, has struck again, saving yet another person, and punishing yet another sinner in the world!
A FEW DAYS LATER
We see Ryan sitting in a booth of a local Las Vegas, Nevada Village Pub. Before him is a plate of country fried chicken, mashed potatoes and green beans. Silently he sits, working slowly to eat his food, no gravy falling from the food, or off the fork. From the corner of his eye he can see the man looking at him. The man wearing black pants, black jacket, white collar on his black shirt.
Slowly Ryan continued to eat, his eyes ever watchful of the man, but never betraying him, never alerting the man to his ever watchful gaze. Finally the man stood up and moved towards Ryan, his pace slow, deliberate and head cocked to the side. Ryan continued to eat, as the man slid into the booth across from him. “Accuser.” The man said, not a question, not a statement, but just a word.
“Blasphemer!” Ryan responded as he put a forkful of mashed potatoes in his mouth.
“You spread your sin.” The man removed a cross and set it on the table. “The Father, Spirit, and the Holy ghost do not approve.” The man said, now removing a small bottle of Holy Water and placing it on the table.
Ryan dropped the fork and sat back in the chair. “Really? Not a goddamn week goes by that some ridiculous religious zealot shows up and tries to exorcise the demon from me. Let me help you.” Ryan takes the cross places it on his forehead, grabs the holy water and sprinkles it upon himself and recites passages for an exorcism.
Finally as the priest watches in horror, Ryan sets the cross back on the table and the half empty Holy water bottle next to it. “No fucking luck Blasphemer, sadly there is no posession here, no demon to expel. I am the demon.” Ryan winked and grabbed the man's hands. “But I want you to see the truth of the fall of my father!” Ryan’s eyes glowed red, and the priest shook with what seemed to be a seizure!
God, I'll make them pay
Take it back one day
I'll end this day
I'll splatter color on this gray
Sometimes you just need to runaway, need to see the reality that is before you, maybe disappear, get far from here. But the truth is some of us are too stubborn, we would rather stay, to get beaten to the ground, hold true to our beliefs so tight that we refuse to see what is right in front of us. No matter how much you think about it, how much you doubt it, you will stick to that belief, hold it true and dear. But then comes someone like me, someone who is willing to show you how wrong you are.
SQUARE PEGS DON’T GO IN ROUND HOLES
2+2 DOES NOT EQUAL DONUTS!
Even the most devout come around, see the light. Not because they want to, but because when the accuser comes there is no hiding from the truth. Denial only makes it worse. No part of me though wants you to accept the truth, no every fiber of my being wants you to fight it, to push back against the inevitable. It makes the pleasure of what comes from it all that much more fun. So please Thomas Francis Korey come at me unprepared, I eat that shit up!
LIKE A FAT KID AT THE BUFFET!!!!!!
When I show you the reality know that it isn’t out of the kindness of my heart though, this isn’t a charity event where I feel the need to help out a man struggling to understand the reality of the world. No this is pure mother fucking hatred. Tremendous Fucking Klown, I accuse you of Pride, I would ask you how you respond, but we both know the answer to that. So stand at Execution as the accused, the accuser is coming.
PUFF YOUR CHEST
RUN YOUR MOUTH
NONE OF THAT SHIT IS GOING TO HELP YOU NOW!!!!!
Reporter: This is Susan Ortega, here in Las Vegas, Nevada. I am outside of a local church, a church that locals say was a once great bastion of the Christian religion but has in less than 12 hours fallen into a great satanic temple of worship. But from the outside as you can see there is nothing that would make one think that is the case. It looks like an ordinary white church steeple and all. I am here with Father Carlson!
Father Carlson: What you have learned is false, all that you know, all that is spewed at you is lies. The Lord didn’t banish Lucifer from heaven, it was a mutiny to take control. Why would the Lord cast out the man who is charged with punishing the sinners who hurt us, who try and corrupt us, and then label that man evil?
No my friends and family, Evil is the man who does the acts against humanity. The man who sits idly by and does nothing as people suffer, the ‘GOD’ who would allow people to kill in his name, to destroy others for the benefit of him. Yet we deify Lucifer, persecute him when all he does is punish the ones who hurt us, who try and bring us down.
So ask yourself, who really is the bad guy here, who should you really pray to when you need someone to help you. The man who takes pride in your misery, or the man who punishes those who cause it?
Reporter: Thank you Father Carlson, well there you have it, quite the questions to ponder. I am Susan Ortega, back to yo in the studio.
Susan and the crew packed everything up. Loading it into the van. “Shit you scared me.” There in the van sat Ryan Elias, smile on his face.
“You are doing a mighty fine job.” He said, a honey sweetness to his voice.
“Why do you call yourself The Accuser?” Susan asked as they climbed into the van.
“Traditionalists say it is because I accuse mankind to God, but the truth is, I am the one sent to accuse mankind to mankind. I accuse them of their sin, bring it to the forefront and when you stand accused, you have to see your sin, to overcome it, or succumb to it.” Ryan gave a nod as the driver hopped into the driver’s seat, the van fired up and took off.
“But…” Susan began but Ryan waved her off.
“I know your sin, this is your chance to overcome it.” He gave a subtle wink, leaned back and relaxed as the Van pulled onto the highway and tore off for Phoenix.
Love is a four letter word
Here in this prison
I suffer this no longer
I'll put an end to
This I swear
This I swear
The sun will shine
This I swear
This I swear
This I SWEAR