Post by The Golden Idolo on Mar 14, 2021 22:48:36 GMT -5
In Walks A Famished Sin Eater…
A black rod iron bistro table and chairs sit in a secluded cemetery, left over winter crippled leaves, dead and rot still decorate the ground, painting a scene that would make even Poe jealous. Slowly walking into view is a seductive vixen with grayish blonde hair, eyes shadowed over, lips blacked out, covered in a leather one piece with strategically placed leather straps and metal buckles with black high heel boots that lead up to a bountiful treasure that is begging to be touched. The earth bound succubus takes a seat and across from her, she meets eyes with a man dressed in a well fitting black suit that hardly hides how chiseled the man is, his neck tattoos creeping up out of his collar, meeting up with his freshly shaved head. The man slowly, methodically makes his way to the gift who sits before him, he pulls out one of the black rod iron chairs and he sits with a curious smile on his face, inviting her in.
"This night before us, is one full of mystique and promise, Byron. The unknown may chill the bones, but within the void there's always answers."
Byron watches as his lady pulls a stack of tarot cards out from under the table, she places the stack in the middle of the table, raising her left index finger up, hushing the air around her.
"Your hunger is insatiable and no matter what feast is laid before you, you’ve never gained your fill. I’ve been by your side from the beginning during the fall and I’ve done what I could to peer through the mist to show you the correct path to take."
The top card of the stack is turned over, The World in reverse.
"The Past reads that you are in fact incomplete, my love and you are in need of closure. It is obvious, that is what has drawn you to Action Wrestling and has kept you going through your personal trial and tribulations."
Byron circles his right index finger slowly on the table before him.
"And their sins, L?"
Lady Envy nods in agreement.
"No matter, these foes who are placed before you… Their sins have gone unchecked for far too long and…
Another card is turned over revealing The Temperance upright.
"As the Present reads, you will take the middle path, showing your patience as you look upon their weaknesses. When tapped in, the brutality you will enforce is destined to bring even the strongest men with their iron wills and unbreakable prides, groveling to your feet… Or be it women, hence this hugging foolish girl, Debra this week…"
Byron goes to reach for the last card and Lady Envy bats away his advances.
"The Future, is the most feared, Byron. Yet you reach for it without the slightest of hesitation? As if you're some impatient child who has to know the ending of a good book, so you talk yourself into reading the last couple of pages…"
Byron watches Lady Envy's fingers twitch on the card.
"We survived the fall, my love. What more is there to fear than the leap we took? I fear no man or woman within this flesh of ours. These cards, these toys of fate you toss around have no true weight on my future. Flip it over and be done with this trivial act of lunacy."
Lady Envy flips the card over to reveal The Tower, upright.
"The demons of madness and despair are released from ancient hiding places, and nature conspires with human failings to destabilize a society… The future is bleak, but that is where you do your best work, is it not, my love? You peer into the darkest depths of a person's soul and you eat away their sins, leaving only a shell of false purity in your wake.
Byron rubs the stubble on his chin as he focuses on the three cards that rest before him.
"Everyone who watches this display, L, thinks they have me all figured out… They think that if they show up with their pencils and notebooks, that all of my secrets and true desires can be simply written down to know what it'll take to get to me… To know what it'll take to get in my head and psyche me out… But if they were really paying attention all this time, then they'd know that no matter where Byron Bathory is in his career, he'll always get HIS."
Lady Envy takes the cards and she shuffles them back into the deck, before resting the deck to the right of her.
"You may not have been destined to have the metaphoric rocket strapped to your back, but there's not a damn person on the roster that can say they'd have the same drive to climb when the deck has been stacked against them since day one, like you have."
Byron nods along, peering at the deck of cards by Lady Envy's right hand.
"Not a soul has walked in my shoes, because I am seen as below them… My shoes have holes in them, the soles have been walked to rot, and the strings have triple knotted a time or two before. I've seen the world at its best and at its worst… Yet I'm looked down on and I'm seen as a wet behind the ears novice to my peers… That's probably the same consensus I'm walking into this week as well with Debra Monroe… But after dining to perfection last week, my hand proudly rises…"
Byron allows the camera to bask in his presence for a moment before continuing.
"Raise your hand poor sinners, for your Sin Eater hath indulged in the man who lived his life within the smoke and mirrors of his own SIN…"
Byron stands up, getting in full frontal view of the camera..
"Now I stand before you, ready to take on a pure heart who puts the work in…"
Byron stands before the camera, obnoxiously rubs his eyes for a second before flashing a full of himself smile.
"OH I have seen the work she has put in to secure the good girl image that just begs to be hugged…"
Byron huffs.
"I'm not one for hugs or little sluts who declare their innocents. You're just a girl who's going to find herself too far ahead of herself. You see yourself as some beacon of self guiding hope, but in all reality, you're a little girl in the wrong neighborhood looking to stand by your same old song and dance, that you swear is going to be enough to keep the big bad monsters away…"
Byron starts to salivate a bit.
"You may be lacking the red hood, my dear, but this here wolf is going to feast! I'm going to leave your true self lying on the mat begging for everyone to accept you still… To pander to you for 5 seconds of lust filled instant gratification, that you call hugs. I've called many people fake so and so attention whores, but Debra, you take it to a whole other level. You make Stuart Slane's boy scout gimmick look like a pedo's wet dream. You hand out hugs to horny, hormone raging idiots, who wouldn't know what to do with the SINsation happening in their pants! You hand out hugs and you hand out YOUR LUSTFUL SIN! Sin that I'm going to rip away from your lifeless body when I'm finished with you! Time is ticking away and the hands of fate are getting closer…"
Byron points to the camera with his left index finger, sternly.
"You have been placed before me for a reason Debra Monroe and I will show the entire world why the choice was made for you. Either give in willfully or find yourself being torn limb from limb, ring post to ring post SINFULLY. The choice is yours, I'm merely the tool of sinful destruction for sealing your fate."
Lady Envy seductively strolls in front of Byron, separating him from the gaze of the camera.
"Debra Monroe has been on the rise as of late, but just because she can out wrestle the likes of some of the biggest sinners in professional wrestling, like Jayson Price, doesn't mean she's destined to continue on her path. She's going to laugh at you, Byron like that magician did last week. She's going to call you the Pin Eater… And I say, let her. It'll make her sin that much more sweeter for you…"
L looks to the camera and winks, before clamping a sensual hug on Byron and Byron laughs taking in her embrace.
"Hand out whatever hugs you can before our match this week, Deb, because I can't promise after what I do to you, if you'll even want this kind of body to body, human interaction…"
Byron waves methodically at the camera with a sickening smile.
"I'll be eating you soon, Debra Monroe…"
We slowly fade out to black with the crazed couple in a hugging embrace.
A black rod iron bistro table and chairs sit in a secluded cemetery, left over winter crippled leaves, dead and rot still decorate the ground, painting a scene that would make even Poe jealous. Slowly walking into view is a seductive vixen with grayish blonde hair, eyes shadowed over, lips blacked out, covered in a leather one piece with strategically placed leather straps and metal buckles with black high heel boots that lead up to a bountiful treasure that is begging to be touched. The earth bound succubus takes a seat and across from her, she meets eyes with a man dressed in a well fitting black suit that hardly hides how chiseled the man is, his neck tattoos creeping up out of his collar, meeting up with his freshly shaved head. The man slowly, methodically makes his way to the gift who sits before him, he pulls out one of the black rod iron chairs and he sits with a curious smile on his face, inviting her in.
"This night before us, is one full of mystique and promise, Byron. The unknown may chill the bones, but within the void there's always answers."
Byron watches as his lady pulls a stack of tarot cards out from under the table, she places the stack in the middle of the table, raising her left index finger up, hushing the air around her.
"Your hunger is insatiable and no matter what feast is laid before you, you’ve never gained your fill. I’ve been by your side from the beginning during the fall and I’ve done what I could to peer through the mist to show you the correct path to take."
The top card of the stack is turned over, The World in reverse.
"The Past reads that you are in fact incomplete, my love and you are in need of closure. It is obvious, that is what has drawn you to Action Wrestling and has kept you going through your personal trial and tribulations."
Byron circles his right index finger slowly on the table before him.
"And their sins, L?"
Lady Envy nods in agreement.
"No matter, these foes who are placed before you… Their sins have gone unchecked for far too long and…
Another card is turned over revealing The Temperance upright.
"As the Present reads, you will take the middle path, showing your patience as you look upon their weaknesses. When tapped in, the brutality you will enforce is destined to bring even the strongest men with their iron wills and unbreakable prides, groveling to your feet… Or be it women, hence this hugging foolish girl, Debra this week…"
Byron goes to reach for the last card and Lady Envy bats away his advances.
"The Future, is the most feared, Byron. Yet you reach for it without the slightest of hesitation? As if you're some impatient child who has to know the ending of a good book, so you talk yourself into reading the last couple of pages…"
Byron watches Lady Envy's fingers twitch on the card.
"We survived the fall, my love. What more is there to fear than the leap we took? I fear no man or woman within this flesh of ours. These cards, these toys of fate you toss around have no true weight on my future. Flip it over and be done with this trivial act of lunacy."
Lady Envy flips the card over to reveal The Tower, upright.
"The demons of madness and despair are released from ancient hiding places, and nature conspires with human failings to destabilize a society… The future is bleak, but that is where you do your best work, is it not, my love? You peer into the darkest depths of a person's soul and you eat away their sins, leaving only a shell of false purity in your wake.
Byron rubs the stubble on his chin as he focuses on the three cards that rest before him.
"Everyone who watches this display, L, thinks they have me all figured out… They think that if they show up with their pencils and notebooks, that all of my secrets and true desires can be simply written down to know what it'll take to get to me… To know what it'll take to get in my head and psyche me out… But if they were really paying attention all this time, then they'd know that no matter where Byron Bathory is in his career, he'll always get HIS."
Lady Envy takes the cards and she shuffles them back into the deck, before resting the deck to the right of her.
"You may not have been destined to have the metaphoric rocket strapped to your back, but there's not a damn person on the roster that can say they'd have the same drive to climb when the deck has been stacked against them since day one, like you have."
Byron nods along, peering at the deck of cards by Lady Envy's right hand.
"Not a soul has walked in my shoes, because I am seen as below them… My shoes have holes in them, the soles have been walked to rot, and the strings have triple knotted a time or two before. I've seen the world at its best and at its worst… Yet I'm looked down on and I'm seen as a wet behind the ears novice to my peers… That's probably the same consensus I'm walking into this week as well with Debra Monroe… But after dining to perfection last week, my hand proudly rises…"
Byron allows the camera to bask in his presence for a moment before continuing.
"Raise your hand poor sinners, for your Sin Eater hath indulged in the man who lived his life within the smoke and mirrors of his own SIN…"
Byron stands up, getting in full frontal view of the camera..
"Now I stand before you, ready to take on a pure heart who puts the work in…"
Byron stands before the camera, obnoxiously rubs his eyes for a second before flashing a full of himself smile.
"OH I have seen the work she has put in to secure the good girl image that just begs to be hugged…"
Byron huffs.
"I'm not one for hugs or little sluts who declare their innocents. You're just a girl who's going to find herself too far ahead of herself. You see yourself as some beacon of self guiding hope, but in all reality, you're a little girl in the wrong neighborhood looking to stand by your same old song and dance, that you swear is going to be enough to keep the big bad monsters away…"
Byron starts to salivate a bit.
"You may be lacking the red hood, my dear, but this here wolf is going to feast! I'm going to leave your true self lying on the mat begging for everyone to accept you still… To pander to you for 5 seconds of lust filled instant gratification, that you call hugs. I've called many people fake so and so attention whores, but Debra, you take it to a whole other level. You make Stuart Slane's boy scout gimmick look like a pedo's wet dream. You hand out hugs to horny, hormone raging idiots, who wouldn't know what to do with the SINsation happening in their pants! You hand out hugs and you hand out YOUR LUSTFUL SIN! Sin that I'm going to rip away from your lifeless body when I'm finished with you! Time is ticking away and the hands of fate are getting closer…"
Byron points to the camera with his left index finger, sternly.
"You have been placed before me for a reason Debra Monroe and I will show the entire world why the choice was made for you. Either give in willfully or find yourself being torn limb from limb, ring post to ring post SINFULLY. The choice is yours, I'm merely the tool of sinful destruction for sealing your fate."
Lady Envy seductively strolls in front of Byron, separating him from the gaze of the camera.
"Debra Monroe has been on the rise as of late, but just because she can out wrestle the likes of some of the biggest sinners in professional wrestling, like Jayson Price, doesn't mean she's destined to continue on her path. She's going to laugh at you, Byron like that magician did last week. She's going to call you the Pin Eater… And I say, let her. It'll make her sin that much more sweeter for you…"
L looks to the camera and winks, before clamping a sensual hug on Byron and Byron laughs taking in her embrace.
"Hand out whatever hugs you can before our match this week, Deb, because I can't promise after what I do to you, if you'll even want this kind of body to body, human interaction…"
Byron waves methodically at the camera with a sickening smile.
"I'll be eating you soon, Debra Monroe…"
We slowly fade out to black with the crazed couple in a hugging embrace.