Post by Maniac on Dec 28, 2010 16:17:51 GMT -6
There is nothing of mine you can take which I cannot replace...
There is nothing of mine you can destroy which is not already destroyed...
There is nothing to threaten me with...
Nothing to hurt me with...
You are the man...
A broken...
Beaten...
Man...
Faced with the insurmountable odds of facing a monster...
A monster who will crush...
Kill...
And destroy...
Everything you love...
Everyone you love...
Simply to see you suffer...
Simply...
To set you free...
Give up on this misbegotten dream...
Let go of your anger...
Forget about your vengeance...
Because it will take more than the devil to defeat me...
And God has abandoned you...
There is no God here Priest.
[/color]There is nothing of mine you can destroy which is not already destroyed...
There is nothing to threaten me with...
Nothing to hurt me with...
You are the man...
A broken...
Beaten...
Man...
Faced with the insurmountable odds of facing a monster...
A monster who will crush...
Kill...
And destroy...
Everything you love...
Everyone you love...
Simply to see you suffer...
Simply...
To set you free...
Give up on this misbegotten dream...
Let go of your anger...
Forget about your vengeance...
Because it will take more than the devil to defeat me...
And God has abandoned you...
There is no God here Priest.
{ A dark night. A pot hole filled road. A dilapidated house. The white is all but gone from the picket fence, the shutters barely hang on, the windows are cracked or non existent. At one time the home was a bright, vibrant blue, but from years of neglect and rain fall it is now a dingy looking gray. From within we see a single light, it is toward this light we move. Through the front door, past the living room with it's faded pictures and torn up couch into the kitchen with a sink full of insect infested dishes and finally to the dining room. It is in the dining room we find the host of the evening, Maniac, sitting at the head of the table wearing his finest evening ware, a white button up with the sleeves torn off, a black vest, his hair is wet and pulled back behind his head. The mask gives off a shine as if it is fresh from the assembly line. Maniac beckons us to a seat, however, not the one Homeless Harold currently occupies at the opposing end of the table, his X Championship belt slung over his plate. We sit near the middle and turn so our delightful host is the center of the shot. }
"Good evening and welcome to our home, I hope you like it, I had to find a new place of residence after my old home met an unfortunate end..."[/color]
{ Flashes of Chris Diamond's house burning to the ground are shown with clips of newspapers claiming an insane wrestler did it as a publicity stunt. }
"I find this home to be much more fitting to our current needs, what with my growing family. I do believe you've met Homeless Harold, the original Monster under the bed of nCw."[/color]
{ He gestures to Homeless Harold who bows his head slightly and growls as he does so. }
"Then there is of course the ever lovely, ever terrifying, completely devoted to me, Desiree."[/color]
{ On cue she walks into the room carrying a silver platter with a top over it to keep the contents warm. She places it down in the middle of the table, right before us and smiles a devilish grin before skipping over to Maniac and giving him a kiss on the side of the mask. }
"You see, after the ones I loved were wrongly taken from me, I found a need to build a new family, a better family, a stronger family. I think I did rather well if I do say so myself. Homeless Harold just finished crushing the ever distracted and constantly annoying Joe Ragnal for the X Championship. Congratulations Harold."[/color]
"It was nothing."
"Fortunately for me, this family will be much harder for our dear Father to rip apart. This time I have chosen to surround myself with people who know your lies for what they are Karras. But don't worry, I'm not fooling myself, I know my family is not what your coming for on Sunday."[/color]
{ Maniac reaches up and slowly peels off his mask revealing the long forgotten face of Chris Diamond, his beard now fully grown in, his eyes are shadowed by deep, dark circles underneath them. He grins at us, a grin the wrestling world once feared, for it is the grin of a man possessed. }
"Your coming for your vengeance this weekend Father, because you cannot take what it is you give. It was all well and good when you were brain washing Rayne, conning her into believing in you, that is until I struck back like I warned you I would. I gave you ample opportunity to give up, to flee, but you chose to fight and when you began to lose, when you began to see that your tower of lies could not with stand the power of truth, you crumbled beneath the awesome weight of your own fear."
"You tried to become like me."
"And failed miserably."
"Your a joke."
"A buffoon."
"A modern day court jester."[/color]
{ His grin became a half smirk as he shook his head from side to side. }
"I took from you the one you have put the most work into. In a single moment in time I ripped from you the only person on this Earthly plain you care for. I took Desiree and I opened her eyes to the truth Father, to the reality that you literally blinded her from seeing. She now sees you for what you are, for the broken man you have become, the shell of your former self. She now hears you conversing with the one you once revered, the Fallen Angel you call the Morning Star. She knows you no longer do the work of the Lord and even doubts that you ever did. Perhaps in the beginning, before you encountered me, but I brought your world down around you. So now you try to battle me on my own level, convincing yourself that my level is something you are even capable of reaching."
"You could never be me."
"Only a shadow."
"Another Lex Sense."
"Trust me Father, I tried to defend you to her, I tried to tell her that what you do is the Lord's work. I tried to explain to her how the Lord uses men like you to beat his will into his subjects. But she would not have it Father. She would not listen. She looked Father, looked long and hard and no where in the teachings of the Christian God could she find the Lord commanding one man to beat another senseless for their sins, to take from them those which they love, to ruin and shatter their life's. Jesus Christ did not come to this Earth and take from Pontius Pilate to teach him the error of his ways."
"He was a martyr for our sins."
"Which makes you a martyr for yourself. For you will die for what it is you are. You do not stand for the words you so carelessly throw at me and those like me, quoting your Bible as if you had any real faith in it. You know not which you hold in your hands because you no longer believe in the message it teaches. Your as vile as the serpent and I see you serpent, hanging down from your tree branch, trying to paint me as the true villain like you once did to Eve. But I will not fall for it, because unlike yourself I have the willpower, the perseverance to stand up for what I believe. To defend it with my dying breathe."
"You believe in nothing."
"So you are nothing."
"I believe in pain, in suffering, in doing unto others as they would do unto you. I believe, dear Father, that you started a war you could not win, a war that will see your life ended, a war that will take from you all that you have left to give and leave you a shell of what you once were."
"I believe in your demise."[/color]
{ Desiree slides onto Chris' lap and politely claps for her new personal Jesus. }
"A man who believes in nothing has nothing to defend. That is why Rayne and Ayla left you, that is why Desiree and Blair left you, that is why your followers question you, that is why your only solace comes from the hissing mouth of the devil himself. You've spent so much of your life convincing others to refrain from the path of the darkside and to find inner strength in the word of the Lord, yet you cannot follow your own advice. You stand now a fallen son of God, a boarder line devil worshiper and you look to me for your revenge."
"Try it Father."
"I am not one of your two thousand year old fairy tales. I am not the Goliath who will be bested by David. I may be the monster in this story but you are the man, and when you look to history you will see it is men, not monsters, who cause all the real evil in this world."
"It was a man who committed genocide against the jews."
"It was a man who commanded planes be flown into buildings."
"It was a man who burned innocent woman at the stake."
"Men are capable of so much evil, evil I could not even consider. Where as I, I am but the monster, a monster with a mission, a mission I have never veered from, a mission I have never failed at, a mission that is far more righteous than anything you ever pledged your life too."[/color]
{ With her right hand, Desiree stroked the back of his head. Chris paused long enough to enjoy it for a second. }
"Through fire I am cleansing nCw. Purifying it. One by one I have taken men like yourself, men who have wasted their life's, men who have taken for granted everything they have ever been given, men who fight for nothing, for no one, and believe in nothing and I have set them free."
"I saved them."
"Together now with Homeless Harold we will double our efforts and lay waste to the entire landscape of greed and corruption that is New Championship Wrestling. We do not fight for gold or glory, we've had more than our share in our life time. We know what it is to be the honorable world champion and stand up for the little guy. Now it is time to punish the unworthy, destroy the ungrateful, it is time to bring to an end the reign of the wicked and usher in an era of true Salvation."[/color]
{ Desiree slides off his lap as Chris stands up. He reaches forward and removes the cover from the platter revealing a rotting corpse of a once beautiful roast pig. Chris smiles as the thing sits there in all it's glory before us. }
"I will be your savior Father."
"I will set you free."
"And then I will bury you alive."
"Amen."[/color]
{ With a thunderous blow Chris crushes the pig corpse, his hand splitting the table in half. Chris retakes his seat, Desiree picks up one of the broken wine glasses and a bottle of wine, pouring some for her Savior. Chris takes the glass before she has a chance to fill it up and uses one of the sharp edges to open a small wound on her arm, the blood begins to seep out and with his tongue he licks it clean. Desiree swoons in his arms as the blood letting continues. Homeless Harold wrenches Desiree back by her hair and she yelps a little from the pain but her eyes speak of nothing but lust as the scene slowly fades to black. }
This time the monster will be the hero...
Grendel will defeat Beowulf...
And you will Burn in Hell...[/color][/center]