Post by Andrew Jacobsen on Jan 8, 2010 19:52:08 GMT -6
Tempestad stands from a couch, the final shot of Sephiroth du Lac's promo frozen on the screen. He looks at the feral image presented by du Lac's snarling visage, fangs bared. Tempestad shakes his head, ejecting a DVD marked “Suspense Promos Round 2 1/8/10” from a DVD player and sitting down. He crosses himself, beginning to speak.
“Dios, creador y redentor de todo el fiel, concesión a las almas de sus criados y criadas el perdón de todos sus pecados. Con nuestros rezos devotos pueden obtener el perdón que han deseado siempre. Pedimos a esto a través de Cristo nuestro señor. Amen. El señor, oye nuestros rezos; en su misericordia, tráiganos a su lugar de la paz y encienda el alma de su criado, a que usted ha convocado de este mundo. Llámelo que se numerará en la beca de sus santos. Pedimos a esto a través de Cristo nuestro señor. Amen.”
Tempestad sighs, crossing himself again.
“I am becoming truly worried about this Sephiroth du Lac. Twice now we have seen him commit implied acts of murder. The idea that nCw would let a man with such obvious homicidal tendencies into an environment where he could sate his bloodlust is beyond ludicrous. Still, since a match is a match, I must press on. Du Lac, you sicken me. Your mind games may be frightening to some, but to me they show nothing more than depravity. You will not inspire fear in me, only derision. Your theatrics will not make me vulnerable. Your denial of my faith, denial of the Lord himself only steels my resolve to see you eradicated from the face of not only this company, but this Earth.”
He stands up, clasping his hands before him.
“God did not inflict your condition upon you. What you are is not His fault. I have read a bit about Nietzsche. I have heard many a man tell me that God is dead, that He would not allow atrocities in His world. You are the latest in that line of men. My response? God is very much alive. I see Him in the fact that for all the evil in the world, there are still people fighting for Good. I see the works of people who help those that cannot help themselves, and I know He lives. So bring your nihilism and your despair. I bring a much simpler thought: I bring my hope. I bring my faith in myself and my Lord. There is a passage I have memorized that fits this situation. It may not be the direct word of God, but it fits.”
The camera zooms in on Tempestad's face and mask as he speaks, eyes smoldering beneath the black material covering them.
“'The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you.' Du Lac, you are both selfish and evil. You attempt to destroy my brother Karras, who may not be a brother in denomination, but is a brother in faith. So I shall strike down upon thee. My vengeance will be great. My anger is not only furious, but righteous. And your days are numbered. I guarantee that, from the bottom of my soul. Your days. Are. Numbered.”
Tempestad sits down again, visibly relaxing.
“I move now from a matter of faith to a matter of common sense. Mysterio. You claim that because I am not a monster at my heart that I am not a man. I would argue otherwise. It is the fact that I have emotional attachments other than hate that makes me MORE of a man than you, not less of one. I obviously have you riled up. But you need to remember: each match is a new one. A new opportunity to prove yourself a superior athlete. If you are so...what was the term Danielson used...'butthurt' about it, then stop your complaints and actually do something. Other than destroy property, for that shows nothing other than unfocused rage. Get in the ring and fight, you oversized buffoon.”
Tempestad smirks.
“Of course, if you do believe that we have a grudge to settle, then try to. But remember: I pinned you once. I can easily do it again. So be prepared to feel Heaven's Embrace, Mysterio. It will be unforgiving, but it could put you onto the path of righteousness.”
He shifts in his seat, rotating his shoulder to work out a sudden spasm of pain.
“Next up is Father Karras. I appreciate your simplicity and faith, Gabriel. I look forward to facing you, and finding out just how good you can be. May God bless us both in our quest to emerge victorious, and safeguard us against the machinations of idolaters and blasphemers. I will see you in the ring, and may the best warrior emerge victorious.”
He bows slightly to the camera, standing as if to leave, but then moves back and faces the camera.
“And Xavier Williams. Good luck. You may need it.”
Tempestad walks off then, the scene fading to black.
“Dios, creador y redentor de todo el fiel, concesión a las almas de sus criados y criadas el perdón de todos sus pecados. Con nuestros rezos devotos pueden obtener el perdón que han deseado siempre. Pedimos a esto a través de Cristo nuestro señor. Amen. El señor, oye nuestros rezos; en su misericordia, tráiganos a su lugar de la paz y encienda el alma de su criado, a que usted ha convocado de este mundo. Llámelo que se numerará en la beca de sus santos. Pedimos a esto a través de Cristo nuestro señor. Amen.”
Tempestad sighs, crossing himself again.
“I am becoming truly worried about this Sephiroth du Lac. Twice now we have seen him commit implied acts of murder. The idea that nCw would let a man with such obvious homicidal tendencies into an environment where he could sate his bloodlust is beyond ludicrous. Still, since a match is a match, I must press on. Du Lac, you sicken me. Your mind games may be frightening to some, but to me they show nothing more than depravity. You will not inspire fear in me, only derision. Your theatrics will not make me vulnerable. Your denial of my faith, denial of the Lord himself only steels my resolve to see you eradicated from the face of not only this company, but this Earth.”
He stands up, clasping his hands before him.
“God did not inflict your condition upon you. What you are is not His fault. I have read a bit about Nietzsche. I have heard many a man tell me that God is dead, that He would not allow atrocities in His world. You are the latest in that line of men. My response? God is very much alive. I see Him in the fact that for all the evil in the world, there are still people fighting for Good. I see the works of people who help those that cannot help themselves, and I know He lives. So bring your nihilism and your despair. I bring a much simpler thought: I bring my hope. I bring my faith in myself and my Lord. There is a passage I have memorized that fits this situation. It may not be the direct word of God, but it fits.”
The camera zooms in on Tempestad's face and mask as he speaks, eyes smoldering beneath the black material covering them.
“'The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you.' Du Lac, you are both selfish and evil. You attempt to destroy my brother Karras, who may not be a brother in denomination, but is a brother in faith. So I shall strike down upon thee. My vengeance will be great. My anger is not only furious, but righteous. And your days are numbered. I guarantee that, from the bottom of my soul. Your days. Are. Numbered.”
Tempestad sits down again, visibly relaxing.
“I move now from a matter of faith to a matter of common sense. Mysterio. You claim that because I am not a monster at my heart that I am not a man. I would argue otherwise. It is the fact that I have emotional attachments other than hate that makes me MORE of a man than you, not less of one. I obviously have you riled up. But you need to remember: each match is a new one. A new opportunity to prove yourself a superior athlete. If you are so...what was the term Danielson used...'butthurt' about it, then stop your complaints and actually do something. Other than destroy property, for that shows nothing other than unfocused rage. Get in the ring and fight, you oversized buffoon.”
Tempestad smirks.
“Of course, if you do believe that we have a grudge to settle, then try to. But remember: I pinned you once. I can easily do it again. So be prepared to feel Heaven's Embrace, Mysterio. It will be unforgiving, but it could put you onto the path of righteousness.”
He shifts in his seat, rotating his shoulder to work out a sudden spasm of pain.
“Next up is Father Karras. I appreciate your simplicity and faith, Gabriel. I look forward to facing you, and finding out just how good you can be. May God bless us both in our quest to emerge victorious, and safeguard us against the machinations of idolaters and blasphemers. I will see you in the ring, and may the best warrior emerge victorious.”
He bows slightly to the camera, standing as if to leave, but then moves back and faces the camera.
“And Xavier Williams. Good luck. You may need it.”
Tempestad walks off then, the scene fading to black.