Post by The Golden Idolo on Feb 21, 2021 21:32:58 GMT -5
"My Brother's Keeper" by Kevin Bishop swings from front to back in the clutches of The Sin Eater as he makes his way through the hordes of sin riddled masses who have ventured to Mr. Abraham's bus to hear his spirit filled message about The Lost Breed.
As Mr. Abraham steps out to speak, Byron disappears down a dark alley, pulling his black trench tight around him shielding himself from the nipping cold.
"Mr. Abraham is seasoned in this game and he can rally people behind him, that's without question… I've paid close attention to his self proclaimed gospel since day one, but it is his house of worship that I'm lost upon."
Byron looks down at the book in his hands.
"He says Betterment as if within one single word a long drawn message can be deciphered… But Mr. Abraham speaks of this guy Kevin Bishop, as if he's better than he is? He wants me to read 'The Good Word' and find some sort of enlightenment within its pages as if I'm some lost addict looking for some sort of spiritual outlet to fill the void within me?"
Byron tucks the book away inside of his coat pocket.
"Another time and another place, I may take the time to see if the good word can play some sort of catalyst for me… Ah, but right now this is all about The Lost Breed, is it not? The flock who hath been found spiraling in search of some higher power to right their ship after Nate brought the house of cards crumbling to the ground. But this match isn't designed to give lost men of a beacon of hope… It's designed to see these men with not a damn thing to live for to tear one another apart for the entertainment of Action Wrestling's SINNERS!"
Byron raises his right hand high.
"I am a sinner! I have seen wrath and it has struck me down more times than I wish to admit! This world is going to eat me alive and I have made peace with that… James Nightingale parades around with his demons and he bathes within its embrace. He knows no true evil, because somewhere deep inside, he sees himself as its embodiment. He's relishing in the fact that he's going to be standing across from two lost souls who don't know what the other truly stands for. Not like he and Mintzel do… I raise my hand right here and now to profess my short comings and to know my own struggles! I shall walk into the shadows of the harlots I see before me and I will bring forth my very own sickle, for I will reap their fields of their lost and leave behind whatever poor excuses I feel the need to. Mintzel,I see you and I see the formidable foe you pronounce to be. You're a behemoth juggernaut who understands what it means to force a bloodletting, just to witness the ickor seep away taking life from its host in the process. You're a monster and it is monsters who hold the most sin within them because most don't know any better… I shall feast though and I shall feel a moments bliss before I regurgitate your disdain. I will let your brother in and I will be more than happy to show him what makes me The Sin Eater… The man who knows him all too well as The Angel of Death… Pride sits well upon his shoulders, I do say… But it is Lady Envy who keeps me grounded these days…"
Byron tenses up and cracks his neck, pounding his right fist against a brick wall in the dark alley.
"Sinners… James and Mintzel don't see it! They're a team that naturally gels and they've rubbed shoulders with some of the best in this business! They're an accomplished team who's good at bludgeoning their opponents with sheer violence! What is a spellbound prophet and a sin eater going to do to combat them? How badly do we want it, is the real question? And what is it that we truly want?"
Byron grinds his fist against the wall before turning himself around.
"I want the punishment and I want to feel wrath again… I want to feel the pain of all of those sinners who reach out to men like Mr. Abraham in search of answers… James Nightingale and Mintzel want to prove they're still a cohesive unit by tearing us to shreds? Then so be it, because what I take from them in the process will be worth the torture…"
Byron's eyes intensify.
"Are they capable to do what must be done? Can they tear my flesh away and expose me for the truest of sinners that no one can hold a candle to? I consume the sin of the world so the sick and demented don't have to… I do it for guys like Stuart Slane who sacrifices so much every day to keep the good guy image alive… I do it for radical minded ZMacs of the world who are unapologetic in their disgrace… I do it for gluttons like Billy on commentary… I do it for the adulterers, insert whatever person with power in this company and around the world for that matter… I do it because who the fuck else will? I'm far from a saint and I'm so far from being fucking done… Words are cheap, but so isn't desperation…"
Byron cracks his neck and tenses up a bit more.
"The Lost Breed are indeed unified, but their weaknesses have been shown before… You can't say about Abraham and Bathory… We're new and we're unpredictable. Mr. Abraham may pick up where I fall down and I may do the same for him… And at the end of the day, win, lose, or draw, we go about our business in this world… Begging for more, obviously, but not feeling a thing from some tag team who once was."
Byron walks back to the street and witnesses Mr. Abraham's bus start to pull away and the people are left holding their hands out forward.
"So many lost, looking for answers anywhere that they can get them…"
Byron shakes his head slowly.
"A flock like this would be fish in a barrel for a man like James Nightingale… A cerebral menace who knows the right combination to reach his own euphoria through the pain of simple minded simps like those here in attendance. I welcome him to try to get inside and pull my strings… I welcome his meat puppet, Mintzel to try to rip my spine out and show it to me… I fear no one in this realm or the next! This isn't going to be pretty at Clash, but it will be rememberable… I'm coming ready to feast… What can they say?"
Byron smirks and peers out at the people before him.
"Thank you for your offering of sin… I shall not forget it. I'LL GLADLY RAISE MY HAND BEFORE YOU ALL AND I ANNOUNCE MYSELF A SINNER!"
We slowly fade out to black as the people slowly inch in closer to Byron now.
As Mr. Abraham steps out to speak, Byron disappears down a dark alley, pulling his black trench tight around him shielding himself from the nipping cold.
"Mr. Abraham is seasoned in this game and he can rally people behind him, that's without question… I've paid close attention to his self proclaimed gospel since day one, but it is his house of worship that I'm lost upon."
Byron looks down at the book in his hands.
"He says Betterment as if within one single word a long drawn message can be deciphered… But Mr. Abraham speaks of this guy Kevin Bishop, as if he's better than he is? He wants me to read 'The Good Word' and find some sort of enlightenment within its pages as if I'm some lost addict looking for some sort of spiritual outlet to fill the void within me?"
Byron tucks the book away inside of his coat pocket.
"Another time and another place, I may take the time to see if the good word can play some sort of catalyst for me… Ah, but right now this is all about The Lost Breed, is it not? The flock who hath been found spiraling in search of some higher power to right their ship after Nate brought the house of cards crumbling to the ground. But this match isn't designed to give lost men of a beacon of hope… It's designed to see these men with not a damn thing to live for to tear one another apart for the entertainment of Action Wrestling's SINNERS!"
Byron raises his right hand high.
"I am a sinner! I have seen wrath and it has struck me down more times than I wish to admit! This world is going to eat me alive and I have made peace with that… James Nightingale parades around with his demons and he bathes within its embrace. He knows no true evil, because somewhere deep inside, he sees himself as its embodiment. He's relishing in the fact that he's going to be standing across from two lost souls who don't know what the other truly stands for. Not like he and Mintzel do… I raise my hand right here and now to profess my short comings and to know my own struggles! I shall walk into the shadows of the harlots I see before me and I will bring forth my very own sickle, for I will reap their fields of their lost and leave behind whatever poor excuses I feel the need to. Mintzel,I see you and I see the formidable foe you pronounce to be. You're a behemoth juggernaut who understands what it means to force a bloodletting, just to witness the ickor seep away taking life from its host in the process. You're a monster and it is monsters who hold the most sin within them because most don't know any better… I shall feast though and I shall feel a moments bliss before I regurgitate your disdain. I will let your brother in and I will be more than happy to show him what makes me The Sin Eater… The man who knows him all too well as The Angel of Death… Pride sits well upon his shoulders, I do say… But it is Lady Envy who keeps me grounded these days…"
Byron tenses up and cracks his neck, pounding his right fist against a brick wall in the dark alley.
"Sinners… James and Mintzel don't see it! They're a team that naturally gels and they've rubbed shoulders with some of the best in this business! They're an accomplished team who's good at bludgeoning their opponents with sheer violence! What is a spellbound prophet and a sin eater going to do to combat them? How badly do we want it, is the real question? And what is it that we truly want?"
Byron grinds his fist against the wall before turning himself around.
"I want the punishment and I want to feel wrath again… I want to feel the pain of all of those sinners who reach out to men like Mr. Abraham in search of answers… James Nightingale and Mintzel want to prove they're still a cohesive unit by tearing us to shreds? Then so be it, because what I take from them in the process will be worth the torture…"
Byron's eyes intensify.
"Are they capable to do what must be done? Can they tear my flesh away and expose me for the truest of sinners that no one can hold a candle to? I consume the sin of the world so the sick and demented don't have to… I do it for guys like Stuart Slane who sacrifices so much every day to keep the good guy image alive… I do it for radical minded ZMacs of the world who are unapologetic in their disgrace… I do it for gluttons like Billy on commentary… I do it for the adulterers, insert whatever person with power in this company and around the world for that matter… I do it because who the fuck else will? I'm far from a saint and I'm so far from being fucking done… Words are cheap, but so isn't desperation…"
Byron cracks his neck and tenses up a bit more.
"The Lost Breed are indeed unified, but their weaknesses have been shown before… You can't say about Abraham and Bathory… We're new and we're unpredictable. Mr. Abraham may pick up where I fall down and I may do the same for him… And at the end of the day, win, lose, or draw, we go about our business in this world… Begging for more, obviously, but not feeling a thing from some tag team who once was."
Byron walks back to the street and witnesses Mr. Abraham's bus start to pull away and the people are left holding their hands out forward.
"So many lost, looking for answers anywhere that they can get them…"
Byron shakes his head slowly.
"A flock like this would be fish in a barrel for a man like James Nightingale… A cerebral menace who knows the right combination to reach his own euphoria through the pain of simple minded simps like those here in attendance. I welcome him to try to get inside and pull my strings… I welcome his meat puppet, Mintzel to try to rip my spine out and show it to me… I fear no one in this realm or the next! This isn't going to be pretty at Clash, but it will be rememberable… I'm coming ready to feast… What can they say?"
Byron smirks and peers out at the people before him.
"Thank you for your offering of sin… I shall not forget it. I'LL GLADLY RAISE MY HAND BEFORE YOU ALL AND I ANNOUNCE MYSELF A SINNER!"
We slowly fade out to black as the people slowly inch in closer to Byron now.