Post by Stefan Rzany on Aug 14, 2010 22:19:18 GMT -6
When I look at you, I see him.
~*~*~Stefan is in his apartment and he is digging through a large trunk in the middle of the room. We focus in and we can see many trinkets and photos that Stefan has scattered around him on the floor. He reaches in again and he pulls out a photo of an older man. He looks down at the photo and a tear rolls down his face from his eye. He then puts the picture down on the ground and the camera focuses in on the photo. We see that the man appears to have some of the same features of Lance and Stefan, and he is wearing a black shirt with the distinct white collar of a catholic priest.~*~*~[/i]
You see Gabe, I know of the words that you speak. I know them well. You walk through your life and you attempt to save those that are looking to b saved. Your words, you feel that they are sanity, safety and sanctity, but the truth is that there are very few men that don that collar that actually manage to stay pure. I grew up with a similar man. You see, when most men of the cloth choose that as their profession, they have great things in mind. They believe in what they speak of, they take the time to study hard and they have the power to really transform lives. But what happens more often than not is that those men, they become corrupted. Much like you Gabe, they lose their honor.
~*~*~Stefan wipes another tear from his eye and takes a deep breathe.~*~*~[/i]
I know what you are thinking right now. I am sure that you are sitting there and wishing that I would turn off the fake crocodile tears. But this is the reason that Lance has never mentioned our father. He was one of those men, he was a man like you. He started out wanting to save the world, and then he became something terrible. He was corrupted by his “connection” with God.
It doesn’t take much work to find what I am talking about does it Gabe? Let’s be honest, all it takes is a simple search of google news and you will find all kinds of headlines. Do me a favor, search the words “priest” and “charged”, see what you find. You will find people all over the world that are just like you.
“Priest Charged with decades old sex assault”
Priest Charged with Sex Crimes”
“Former Eureka Priest Charged with Child Sexual Abuse”
“Tennessee Priest charged in sex abuse case”
That is just a quick scour of the headlines Gabe. Everywhere that you look, you will see the same. Priests and pastors are assaulting children and adults, men and women, boys and girls, and there are others that believe that they will help their “flock” by removing their eyes...
Does that sound familiar Gabe? Poor Desiree, for lack of a better way to put it, she followed you blindly, and now she is really following you blindly. You disgust me Gabe. I mean, you can sit there behind your rose colored glasses and take a long look at my life. I mean, nothing that you have said is new to me. I am not filled with honor. Heard it. I fight for myself. Heard it. I pretended to be someone that I was not. Heard it. I am a waste of time. Heard it. Do you have anything fresh and new to say Gabe? Or are you basically going to rehash all of the same crap that my past opponents have spewed? I mean, I would hope that maybe you would try something different, after all, they did all end up staring up at the ceiling.
I will give you some credit though, by no work of your own, you have brought out some emotion in me, and that makes you different. Unfortunately it is what you are and not what you said that has done this. I was going to keep it in, but I decided that maybe it would give me something if I released the emotions, something that I was lacking because you gave me no reason to have it.
Interest.
See, in all of my matches that I have won, I have won them convincingly Gabe, and that is because I have found a reason to WANT to kick someone’s ass. See, I am a very simple man. I enjoy fighting, but if I don’t have the desire to fight, there isn’t much reason. With you, I found my reason.
When I look at you, I see my father.
~*~*~Stefan reached into the trunk again and he pulls out a bible. He opens the front page of the book. He reads what it says out loud.~*~*~[/i]
To my dearest Stefan. You need to remember that God works in mysterious ways. What we have, it is special, and God will bless you for it one day, but it needs to remain our little secret. The sessions of study that we have, they are ours to behold. Your mother and your brother…they would not understand. So use this Bible well, and always come prepared for our times of study.
~*~*~Stefan closes the book and throws it at the wall.~*~*~[/i]
Gabe, do not stand there and spout off like you know me. You have no idea who I am. You are still stuck on the fact that I am not Lance Ryan…that is a great start, but you do not understand the emotions, the pain and the hurt that goes on behind these eyes. You want to speak of someone that is not worthy of being saved, maybe you are right, maybe I am not someone that God looks down at with joy in his eyes, but there is one man that I blame for that, and he is a man that was just like you.
The Bible study that we shared? My father had my head bowed in HIS lap when I was with him “studying”. My father was abusive to me and to Lance. Physically, mentally and emotionally. He showed me and Lance what it was like to beat a woman, to molest a woman, a child and even ourselves. He taught us right from wrong, though most of the time he was teaching us that wrong was right, and right was wrong. Do you understand now Gabe? Does my disposition make sense? Do you understand now why maybe I am a little bit crazy? Does it make sense as to why I may have been a little confused? In my mind, Lance never existed. My mom took Lance away from dad, but dad kept me. I was raised in a home where I was never a child, I was a slave…in more than one sense of the word.
So this God, this Savior that you speak of…to me, he either doesn’t exist or he is a sick and sadistic son of a bitch that gets his jollies off of watching other people suffer.
Sounds like you really doesn’t it? I mean, not only do you remind me of my dad, but you also remind me of the so called Father who Art in Heaven. Both of whom I hate, and both of whom I figure are both lacking the honor and the glory that they have bestowed upon them.
When I get the chance to set foot in the ring with you on Sunday I am actually going to be fighting for more than myself. I mean, I will be looking in the eyes of my father, and I will tae great joy in pounding the living **** out of you…but I also will be sure to be fighting for the struggling, people like Maria, I will be fighting for the lost, people like Desiree, and I will be fighting for every person around the world that has had their so called confidant use them and abuse them in one way or another.
Gabe, you disgust me. Everything about you disgusts me. I hope that I get the chance to wipe you out once and for all…I want to do this ONE thing for others. I want to make sure that nobody else has to drink your kool-aid. I want to make sure that nobody else has to listen to your so called words of wisdom…I want to make sure that in the middle of that ring, in front of all of those lost souls…you lose all of your honor.
~*~*~Stefan is in his apartment and he is digging through a large trunk in the middle of the room. We focus in and we can see many trinkets and photos that Stefan has scattered around him on the floor. He reaches in again and he pulls out a photo of an older man. He looks down at the photo and a tear rolls down his face from his eye. He then puts the picture down on the ground and the camera focuses in on the photo. We see that the man appears to have some of the same features of Lance and Stefan, and he is wearing a black shirt with the distinct white collar of a catholic priest.~*~*~[/i]
You see Gabe, I know of the words that you speak. I know them well. You walk through your life and you attempt to save those that are looking to b saved. Your words, you feel that they are sanity, safety and sanctity, but the truth is that there are very few men that don that collar that actually manage to stay pure. I grew up with a similar man. You see, when most men of the cloth choose that as their profession, they have great things in mind. They believe in what they speak of, they take the time to study hard and they have the power to really transform lives. But what happens more often than not is that those men, they become corrupted. Much like you Gabe, they lose their honor.
~*~*~Stefan wipes another tear from his eye and takes a deep breathe.~*~*~[/i]
I know what you are thinking right now. I am sure that you are sitting there and wishing that I would turn off the fake crocodile tears. But this is the reason that Lance has never mentioned our father. He was one of those men, he was a man like you. He started out wanting to save the world, and then he became something terrible. He was corrupted by his “connection” with God.
It doesn’t take much work to find what I am talking about does it Gabe? Let’s be honest, all it takes is a simple search of google news and you will find all kinds of headlines. Do me a favor, search the words “priest” and “charged”, see what you find. You will find people all over the world that are just like you.
“Priest Charged with decades old sex assault”
Priest Charged with Sex Crimes”
“Former Eureka Priest Charged with Child Sexual Abuse”
“Tennessee Priest charged in sex abuse case”
That is just a quick scour of the headlines Gabe. Everywhere that you look, you will see the same. Priests and pastors are assaulting children and adults, men and women, boys and girls, and there are others that believe that they will help their “flock” by removing their eyes...
Does that sound familiar Gabe? Poor Desiree, for lack of a better way to put it, she followed you blindly, and now she is really following you blindly. You disgust me Gabe. I mean, you can sit there behind your rose colored glasses and take a long look at my life. I mean, nothing that you have said is new to me. I am not filled with honor. Heard it. I fight for myself. Heard it. I pretended to be someone that I was not. Heard it. I am a waste of time. Heard it. Do you have anything fresh and new to say Gabe? Or are you basically going to rehash all of the same crap that my past opponents have spewed? I mean, I would hope that maybe you would try something different, after all, they did all end up staring up at the ceiling.
I will give you some credit though, by no work of your own, you have brought out some emotion in me, and that makes you different. Unfortunately it is what you are and not what you said that has done this. I was going to keep it in, but I decided that maybe it would give me something if I released the emotions, something that I was lacking because you gave me no reason to have it.
Interest.
See, in all of my matches that I have won, I have won them convincingly Gabe, and that is because I have found a reason to WANT to kick someone’s ass. See, I am a very simple man. I enjoy fighting, but if I don’t have the desire to fight, there isn’t much reason. With you, I found my reason.
When I look at you, I see my father.
~*~*~Stefan reached into the trunk again and he pulls out a bible. He opens the front page of the book. He reads what it says out loud.~*~*~[/i]
To my dearest Stefan. You need to remember that God works in mysterious ways. What we have, it is special, and God will bless you for it one day, but it needs to remain our little secret. The sessions of study that we have, they are ours to behold. Your mother and your brother…they would not understand. So use this Bible well, and always come prepared for our times of study.
~*~*~Stefan closes the book and throws it at the wall.~*~*~[/i]
Gabe, do not stand there and spout off like you know me. You have no idea who I am. You are still stuck on the fact that I am not Lance Ryan…that is a great start, but you do not understand the emotions, the pain and the hurt that goes on behind these eyes. You want to speak of someone that is not worthy of being saved, maybe you are right, maybe I am not someone that God looks down at with joy in his eyes, but there is one man that I blame for that, and he is a man that was just like you.
The Bible study that we shared? My father had my head bowed in HIS lap when I was with him “studying”. My father was abusive to me and to Lance. Physically, mentally and emotionally. He showed me and Lance what it was like to beat a woman, to molest a woman, a child and even ourselves. He taught us right from wrong, though most of the time he was teaching us that wrong was right, and right was wrong. Do you understand now Gabe? Does my disposition make sense? Do you understand now why maybe I am a little bit crazy? Does it make sense as to why I may have been a little confused? In my mind, Lance never existed. My mom took Lance away from dad, but dad kept me. I was raised in a home where I was never a child, I was a slave…in more than one sense of the word.
So this God, this Savior that you speak of…to me, he either doesn’t exist or he is a sick and sadistic son of a bitch that gets his jollies off of watching other people suffer.
Sounds like you really doesn’t it? I mean, not only do you remind me of my dad, but you also remind me of the so called Father who Art in Heaven. Both of whom I hate, and both of whom I figure are both lacking the honor and the glory that they have bestowed upon them.
When I get the chance to set foot in the ring with you on Sunday I am actually going to be fighting for more than myself. I mean, I will be looking in the eyes of my father, and I will tae great joy in pounding the living **** out of you…but I also will be sure to be fighting for the struggling, people like Maria, I will be fighting for the lost, people like Desiree, and I will be fighting for every person around the world that has had their so called confidant use them and abuse them in one way or another.
Gabe, you disgust me. Everything about you disgusts me. I hope that I get the chance to wipe you out once and for all…I want to do this ONE thing for others. I want to make sure that nobody else has to drink your kool-aid. I want to make sure that nobody else has to listen to your so called words of wisdom…I want to make sure that in the middle of that ring, in front of all of those lost souls…you lose all of your honor.