Who's PURELY the hungriest?
Feb 14, 2021 22:02:43 GMT -5
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Post by The Golden Idolo on Feb 14, 2021 22:02:43 GMT -5
What is the true definition of sin? It is said that sin is an immoral act considered to be a transgression against divine law.
So why do I thrive on it's simplicity? Why do I crave it when it is seen as the metaphorical middle finger to the higher power?
Firstly, you should ask… What is a Sin Eater exactly? A sin-eater is a person who consumes a ritual meal in order to spiritually take on the sins of a deceased person. The food was believed to absorb the sins of a recently dead person, thus absolving the soul of the person. Sin-eaters, as a consequence, carried the sins of all people whose sins they had eaten.
The Sin Eater of yesteryear was a man or woman of lesser culture and even lesser value within the towns they resided. They ate the sins of the rich to find their place in a society who casted them out because of their lack of social standing.
Secondly, you should ask… Who is Byron Bathory for that matter? A man? Or something entirely wrapped in the veil of mystique, who's looking to find his footing in a place who would much rather see him casted out instead of feasting eyes on what he's capable of doing in that squared circle.
Ups and downs from the start and yet we have another young boy looking to show that he has more intensity and an even bigger hunger…
HUNGER???
He shows up to the arena with a salad plate, while I bring an entire platter ready to FEAST.
Give the young boy his bright spot light, he's loud enough and he demands everyone's attention like a spoiled brat begging for his mother's dried out tit. He's the strongest choice to combat Zombie McMorris if you're looking for someone who's going to join him in a mind numbing Rambling match that resembles that of teenage children cyber bullying each other from behind their keyboards.
I'm not looking to ramble… I WANT THEIR SINS. Zombie McMorris keeps his skeletons in a dumpster fire lit by an eternal flame that can never be extinguished… He'd be a fine cuisine after quickly running through this tasteless appetizer, Bacchus.
The kid is out to make a name for himself because that's what matters most to him… If I cared about my name more than the consumption of the sin of my peers, then I'd too would be screaming my name from the rafters… I'd much rather take a pound of flesh from every opponent placed before me.
I take what I want from them and I move on to the next… If gold is placed before me along the way, then I'll take that too.
I live in the NOW and that is what will set me apart from Bacchus this week. I know what is waiting for me once I'm done with him, but that doesn't mean I'm going to go into this match, cocksure of the results. I'm going take Bacchus from ring post to ring post and I'm going to make sure he knows what a SIN EATER really is. He's going to leave our match a changed man and he's going to be forever indebted to ME.
This will not be ballet… This will not be a waltz… I'm going to tear Bacchus down… I'm going to stretch him until he breaks. This is not Byron Bathory taking Bacchus to church… This Byron Bathory taking Bacchus to hell and back.
Bacchus speaks big and he spews venom just like all the rest of them… I'm just not going to feed into his PURE hatred. He wants the attention and without it he'd waste away. He'll run his mouth before we step foot in the ring, but his words WILL fall flat… But if by the grace of whatever God he prays to, allows him to get one over on me… Then it'll be his funeral handled by the shovel bearer of Action Wrestling in Zombie McMorris.
I will continue on my path, win, lose, or draw. I'm here to take my spot in this company and I'll be damned to let some motor mouth kid take it from me.
There are no hand outs in Action Wrestling…
There is only pain and punishment to get to the top. I'm scarred and I am battered. I have been cut and I have been bloodied. I'VE PAID MY POUND OF FLESH THAT HAS GOTTEN ME HERE.
Look to my history in the beginning and be little me, I deserve it. I own it all and I'm still here standing.
Bacchus will not bring me down and he will not clear my plate. I am hungry and I do want whatever is coming my way…
Bring your sins and lay them at my feet and i'll gladly take them upon my shoulders.
Just as the sin eaters from yesteryear were of a lesser up bringing and had to fight for their spot within society… I too will take on the daunting task.
This isn't the end, this is only the beginning… Pure or not, Bacchus, I will prove my hunger is true…
Can you say the same? Or is this only about you grabbing the attention of the world?
Before you blink, just remember through all of this, at least your sins can taken away…
Let the hungrier competitor win...
So why do I thrive on it's simplicity? Why do I crave it when it is seen as the metaphorical middle finger to the higher power?
Firstly, you should ask… What is a Sin Eater exactly? A sin-eater is a person who consumes a ritual meal in order to spiritually take on the sins of a deceased person. The food was believed to absorb the sins of a recently dead person, thus absolving the soul of the person. Sin-eaters, as a consequence, carried the sins of all people whose sins they had eaten.
The Sin Eater of yesteryear was a man or woman of lesser culture and even lesser value within the towns they resided. They ate the sins of the rich to find their place in a society who casted them out because of their lack of social standing.
Secondly, you should ask… Who is Byron Bathory for that matter? A man? Or something entirely wrapped in the veil of mystique, who's looking to find his footing in a place who would much rather see him casted out instead of feasting eyes on what he's capable of doing in that squared circle.
Ups and downs from the start and yet we have another young boy looking to show that he has more intensity and an even bigger hunger…
HUNGER???
He shows up to the arena with a salad plate, while I bring an entire platter ready to FEAST.
Give the young boy his bright spot light, he's loud enough and he demands everyone's attention like a spoiled brat begging for his mother's dried out tit. He's the strongest choice to combat Zombie McMorris if you're looking for someone who's going to join him in a mind numbing Rambling match that resembles that of teenage children cyber bullying each other from behind their keyboards.
I'm not looking to ramble… I WANT THEIR SINS. Zombie McMorris keeps his skeletons in a dumpster fire lit by an eternal flame that can never be extinguished… He'd be a fine cuisine after quickly running through this tasteless appetizer, Bacchus.
The kid is out to make a name for himself because that's what matters most to him… If I cared about my name more than the consumption of the sin of my peers, then I'd too would be screaming my name from the rafters… I'd much rather take a pound of flesh from every opponent placed before me.
I take what I want from them and I move on to the next… If gold is placed before me along the way, then I'll take that too.
I live in the NOW and that is what will set me apart from Bacchus this week. I know what is waiting for me once I'm done with him, but that doesn't mean I'm going to go into this match, cocksure of the results. I'm going take Bacchus from ring post to ring post and I'm going to make sure he knows what a SIN EATER really is. He's going to leave our match a changed man and he's going to be forever indebted to ME.
This will not be ballet… This will not be a waltz… I'm going to tear Bacchus down… I'm going to stretch him until he breaks. This is not Byron Bathory taking Bacchus to church… This Byron Bathory taking Bacchus to hell and back.
Bacchus speaks big and he spews venom just like all the rest of them… I'm just not going to feed into his PURE hatred. He wants the attention and without it he'd waste away. He'll run his mouth before we step foot in the ring, but his words WILL fall flat… But if by the grace of whatever God he prays to, allows him to get one over on me… Then it'll be his funeral handled by the shovel bearer of Action Wrestling in Zombie McMorris.
I will continue on my path, win, lose, or draw. I'm here to take my spot in this company and I'll be damned to let some motor mouth kid take it from me.
There are no hand outs in Action Wrestling…
There is only pain and punishment to get to the top. I'm scarred and I am battered. I have been cut and I have been bloodied. I'VE PAID MY POUND OF FLESH THAT HAS GOTTEN ME HERE.
Look to my history in the beginning and be little me, I deserve it. I own it all and I'm still here standing.
Bacchus will not bring me down and he will not clear my plate. I am hungry and I do want whatever is coming my way…
Bring your sins and lay them at my feet and i'll gladly take them upon my shoulders.
Just as the sin eaters from yesteryear were of a lesser up bringing and had to fight for their spot within society… I too will take on the daunting task.
This isn't the end, this is only the beginning… Pure or not, Bacchus, I will prove my hunger is true…
Can you say the same? Or is this only about you grabbing the attention of the world?
Before you blink, just remember through all of this, at least your sins can taken away…
Let the hungrier competitor win...