Post by The Golden Idolo on Mar 28, 2021 19:00:07 GMT -5
An empty church, maybe even one that has since been abandoned plays the backdrop with its blaspheming graffiti plastered all over the walls. The ceiling is water damaged and the pews look rotted by the leak. From the left of the room Lady Envy walks in dressed in a black sheer cloak and a leather one piece that hugs her in all the right places. She walks slowly down the aisle, the wooden pulpit standing erect before her. She circles it before dropping to her knees with her head hung low. As she looks up, Byron has now appeared behind the pulpit dressed in all black, his button up shirt holds the white preacher collar beneath it. Byron looks out to the empty pews that at one time use to hold many a congregation. Byron raises his left hand, as if drawing in the attention of the spirits of its past.
"There, I see what use to be… A place filled with hope and unwavering faith. The people swaying as one with their hands held high, bathing in the glory of their savior…"
Bathory fighting back a tear, he slaps his right hand on the pulpit.
"But what hath become of it?! This place of worship, no more… This place of the holy, ripped away… Left to become rotted and weathered, barely resembling its glory that lied before it."
Bathory offers the empty pews to the father above.
"These were your people and you allowed THIS to become them?"
Bathory simply shrugs and continues along.
"But I see what you're wondering, what does an empty beaten down church have to do with seven of my opponents battling it out with me?"
L slithers around the pulpit and appears next to Byron.
"Seven deadly sins marking this Match Madness as its catalyst for your meteoric rise, leaving your hopeful opponents as broken down as this church…"
Byron looks over to L and he nods.
"You're right, my Lady, and I hope this doesn't offend you, but John Black is the one who wears green ENVY in Action Wrestling. He looks around seeing the successes of the many… And I MEAN MANY who have come and gone in this company and has proven to be more than a flash in the pan. AND he craves their success. He salivates at what they accomplished and he's worn out every wish and prayer to the point he's turning tricks on his knees now instead of throwing up groveling whispers to the great all mighty… It's a shame he couldn't make it on the streets from whatever hood he came from and yet even this land of hardened warriors, he's lost. I suppose the green is as dull as the man himself."
"It really is a shame, my love, but at least ENVY isn't as bad as the LUST seeping out of every pore of VanZant… Now I'm not calling her a whore as in the since of Mary Magdalene, but the only God she's professed to has been in the over acting sense of the word in one of her lust filled skin flicks…"
Byron smirks.
"True… Ms. VanZant wants it all and yet fate has yet to shine upon her overly saturated head. She lusts after the dream of something greater than what she was already predestined for and it truly causes the blind to weep… No different than the GREED Mason Jones showcases as he tries grasping for more than a man of his muddled pedigree could ever truly handle. Both wasted film practitioners who mastered the art of lying on one's back and now they're both begging to see what it's like on a different canvas…"
"Speaking of changing one's stars… What about the GLUTTONY of Tyler Matthews? He's spent years shortening his life expectancy by brandishing backyard violence for the gutter socialites of America. A wasted teen who obviously wasn't hugged enough as a child and chose this life because he craves the pain."
Byron nods along.
"I may mention SLOTH and you may think of one particular person in this match…"
"Mr. Abraham?"
Byron cracks a smirk.
"That's too easy, my love… Mr. Abraham screams PRIDE sinfully from this broken rooftop with his larger than life persona and his holier-than-thou whimsy, yet he has done nothing but waste everyone's time making promises that he has yet to deliver on… But he is better than the SLOTH Wade Brilliant."
"The cruiserweight?"
Byron nods.
"Wade Brilliant is not a worker, L… He fell into this match… He's a lazy filler and he's a terrible representation of the cruiserweight division, plain and simple…"
"But aren't they all, my love? I saw the look on your face when you read the card and you saw HIS name…"
Byron grips the pulpit and grinds his teeth for a second.
"WRATH… Corey Bull himself… THE SIN that flows through him…"
Byron turns his attention directly to the camera as it zooms in on his intense face.
"Bull, you've gone unchecked for too long… Even being put on a leash by Lowe and having your very NATURE stripped away, you still find a way to be self gratifying, issuing your own sense of violent immorality.. I want to FIGHT you and I want to consume that sweet, sweet sin that has consumed even the deepest darkest parts of your soul. You imagine this forced alliance with The Hangmen as not being so bad and it is within that delusion, you'll find another defeat to tuck away and chalk up as something that 'humbles' the former Hatebringer…"
Byron puts to his eyes.
"Look right here, WRATH… Do you know what you see? I AM ALL OF THE SINS! ENVY, LUST, GREED, GLUTTONY, SLOTH, PRIDE, AND YES, WRATH!"
Byron cracks his neck.
"Bull, along with the rest of the sinners… I WILL FEAST at Timebomb and I WILL walk out the true victor… Let the countdown… BEGIN!"
The camera fades out with Byron's intensity holding the camera hostage.
"There, I see what use to be… A place filled with hope and unwavering faith. The people swaying as one with their hands held high, bathing in the glory of their savior…"
Bathory fighting back a tear, he slaps his right hand on the pulpit.
"But what hath become of it?! This place of worship, no more… This place of the holy, ripped away… Left to become rotted and weathered, barely resembling its glory that lied before it."
Bathory offers the empty pews to the father above.
"These were your people and you allowed THIS to become them?"
Bathory simply shrugs and continues along.
"But I see what you're wondering, what does an empty beaten down church have to do with seven of my opponents battling it out with me?"
L slithers around the pulpit and appears next to Byron.
"Seven deadly sins marking this Match Madness as its catalyst for your meteoric rise, leaving your hopeful opponents as broken down as this church…"
Byron looks over to L and he nods.
"You're right, my Lady, and I hope this doesn't offend you, but John Black is the one who wears green ENVY in Action Wrestling. He looks around seeing the successes of the many… And I MEAN MANY who have come and gone in this company and has proven to be more than a flash in the pan. AND he craves their success. He salivates at what they accomplished and he's worn out every wish and prayer to the point he's turning tricks on his knees now instead of throwing up groveling whispers to the great all mighty… It's a shame he couldn't make it on the streets from whatever hood he came from and yet even this land of hardened warriors, he's lost. I suppose the green is as dull as the man himself."
"It really is a shame, my love, but at least ENVY isn't as bad as the LUST seeping out of every pore of VanZant… Now I'm not calling her a whore as in the since of Mary Magdalene, but the only God she's professed to has been in the over acting sense of the word in one of her lust filled skin flicks…"
Byron smirks.
"True… Ms. VanZant wants it all and yet fate has yet to shine upon her overly saturated head. She lusts after the dream of something greater than what she was already predestined for and it truly causes the blind to weep… No different than the GREED Mason Jones showcases as he tries grasping for more than a man of his muddled pedigree could ever truly handle. Both wasted film practitioners who mastered the art of lying on one's back and now they're both begging to see what it's like on a different canvas…"
"Speaking of changing one's stars… What about the GLUTTONY of Tyler Matthews? He's spent years shortening his life expectancy by brandishing backyard violence for the gutter socialites of America. A wasted teen who obviously wasn't hugged enough as a child and chose this life because he craves the pain."
Byron nods along.
"I may mention SLOTH and you may think of one particular person in this match…"
"Mr. Abraham?"
Byron cracks a smirk.
"That's too easy, my love… Mr. Abraham screams PRIDE sinfully from this broken rooftop with his larger than life persona and his holier-than-thou whimsy, yet he has done nothing but waste everyone's time making promises that he has yet to deliver on… But he is better than the SLOTH Wade Brilliant."
"The cruiserweight?"
Byron nods.
"Wade Brilliant is not a worker, L… He fell into this match… He's a lazy filler and he's a terrible representation of the cruiserweight division, plain and simple…"
"But aren't they all, my love? I saw the look on your face when you read the card and you saw HIS name…"
Byron grips the pulpit and grinds his teeth for a second.
"WRATH… Corey Bull himself… THE SIN that flows through him…"
Byron turns his attention directly to the camera as it zooms in on his intense face.
"Bull, you've gone unchecked for too long… Even being put on a leash by Lowe and having your very NATURE stripped away, you still find a way to be self gratifying, issuing your own sense of violent immorality.. I want to FIGHT you and I want to consume that sweet, sweet sin that has consumed even the deepest darkest parts of your soul. You imagine this forced alliance with The Hangmen as not being so bad and it is within that delusion, you'll find another defeat to tuck away and chalk up as something that 'humbles' the former Hatebringer…"
Byron puts to his eyes.
"Look right here, WRATH… Do you know what you see? I AM ALL OF THE SINS! ENVY, LUST, GREED, GLUTTONY, SLOTH, PRIDE, AND YES, WRATH!"
Byron cracks his neck.
"Bull, along with the rest of the sinners… I WILL FEAST at Timebomb and I WILL walk out the true victor… Let the countdown… BEGIN!"
The camera fades out with Byron's intensity holding the camera hostage.