Post by gzavadak on Aug 15, 2012 4:40:08 GMT -5
(The scene opens to footage from the most recent PCW house show emanating from Boston, Massachusetts, a city that will host what can likely be called the biggest event of the summer that isn't the Olympics, PCW's Wrestle Extravaganza II: Beantown Brawl, in just a few short days. The first of the dark matches has just ended, and the camera begins to pan the crowd, many of which are just beginning to take their seats in anticipation for some of the more promising matches of the main card. All of a sudden, the image begins to cut in and out, showing brief glimpses of snowy static. This process continues for another few instances before the footage from the house show is replaced by highlights of the seven way battle royal that just took place on the last edition of PCW Saturday Night Rapture.)
("The Evangelist" is shown walking down the aisle, accompanied by his spiritual right-hand man Deacon Jeremiah, in preparation for his first PCW match. This image then gives way to a number of high points in "The Evangelist's" performance, nailing Chris Dash with a neckbreaker, pummeling Jakob Alexander with left and right jabs, executing a picture-perfect leg drop on a prone Seamus O'Reilly, and the forearm shot that ultimately eliminated Chris Dash. The final image shows "The Evangelist" down on his knees praying mid-match. This image airs in slow motion and burns itself into the skull of the viewer before ultimately giving way to a panoramic view of a pavilion sitting on a freshly cut lawn. The pavilion is filled with picnic tables, all of which happen to be empty, with the exception of one. At this table sit Jerry Matthews and Deacon Jeremiah, who appear to have their heads bowed for a moment of prayer. The camera positions itself to solely see Matthews. Over his left shoulder, the image of his church is seen, with a crude wooden cross protruding from the roof sneaking its way into the shot. )
(The silence is broken as Matthews and Jeremiah both utter a short "Amen' that concludes their praying. Matthews gets to his feet. He is wearing a plain black suit and red plaid tie, and his face bears little if any marks or blemishes that would indicate he was involved in such a bitter and important confrontation with six other superstars. He begins to speak in his low Southern drawl as he addresses the PCW cameraman.)
Matthews: Brothers and sisters in Christ, I bid greetings to each and every one of the faithful on this, yet another glorious day in the world that our Lord, God the Father, was so kind to bestow upon us. Any of you that have been paying attention to PCW over the past month were given the honor of viewing my much anticipated debut on the previous edition of Saturday Night Rapture. Dare I say, James Baker cast me into the fires of competition against six other competitors in a seven-man battle royal. I was finally given the opportunity to begin my quest for the salvation of PCW, and the rest of the world as a result. While I came up short in winning the battle royal, I did get some satisfaction in doling out quite a bit of punishment on the other competitors. But, I savored none better than the beating I leveled on Chris Dash, the so-called "Neighborhood Pastor of the Church of Faust." This false prophet was beaten to within an inch of his life, and he should thank his lucky stars that he was able to walk out on his own power with all the damage I inflicted upon his knee. Surely, now, he will be hobbled in any attempt he makes to get on his knees and pray to that horrible excuse of an idol he chooses to worship. Of course, I speak of that disgusting rainbow plush stuffed pony of his. Let Dash serve as an example to the rest of PCW as to what happens when you place your faith not in the one true God but a ridiculous good luck trinket. Our friendly neighborhood pastor finally knows what it's like when you cross swords with a true holy man.
(Matthews pauses and makes a gesture with his hand, that of the cross, before he continues with his soliloquy.)
Matthews: However, the time has come for the next pressing task at hand. In a few short days, I will have the opportunity to bring my holy message and quest for humanity's redemption to one of the biggest stages across the world. Of course, I speak of Wrestle Extravaganza II: Beantown Brawl. This is an event that will be seen by tens, maybe even hundreds of millions, of people across the world of the Lord Thy God. A better chance of this magnitude may not come for quite awhile, so it is with due diligence that I will strike down upon the four other men that I shall duel between the ropes of the squared circle.
If James Baker has proven to good at anything, it is that he has provided me with yet another opportunity to be the bearer of God's wrath on another wide field of opponents. I must take the time to thank him for this shot. Justin Harmony, Jose Fernandez, Chaleb Jones, and Brian Stryker. Each man holds quite a bit of talent, yet they lack the faith that would enable them to bring their talent, and careers as a whole, to the next level.
I am very pleased to get another shot at Justin Harmony. Though we both competed against each other in the battle royal, we didn't get the opportunity to become properly acquainted. Beantown Brawl will put us back in the squared circle together, and it is something that I prayed for. Justin, your hubris continues to hopelessly blind you like never before. Can't you see that your self-proclamation of yourself as King of PCW did you far more harm than good? You still claim to have the answers to life and success in the Chronicles of Harmony. Yet, it is painfully obvious that they have failed you time and time again. You haven't been able to get the better of Jakob Alexander, and you were an afterthought in Rapture's battle royal. Soon, it must become evident that only through careful meditation on the Lord's teachings can you reach the top of the mountain. If you reach the top of the mountain, then you can be the shining example that you strive to be so much. But, alas, that time may never come for you, Justin. For venerating yourself in such a high regard, I will smite you down with God's fury. You will be no closer to the top than you were when you entered PCW a scarce month ago. After your beating, than perhaps you will finally be driven to reexamine your career, and the tailspin direction it has taken.
Jose Fernandez. A man that previously peddled addiction and broke one of the holiest of God's commandments. He has yet to even set foot in a PCW ring, and yet it is evident that he has become consumed by the fires of hell. While I do admire this man's direct nature, he makes a very fatal flaw. He, like all the other unfaithful of the globe, has turned a blind eye to the situation our world currently faces. All this man seeks is glory, for people to chant his name, and to win meaningless gold belts. He seeks to enshrine himself, like so many others before him. Yet, he fails to see the errors of his ways, and the eternal punishment it will bring him once he is no longer of this earth. While he no longer deals in cocaine, heroin, opium or whatever sort of drugs he used to mettle with, he has succumbed to the most telling addiction of all, addiction to himself. This isn't an addiction that can be cured by methadone or purged from your system. It is an addiction that always infinitely causes relapse. As a result, Fernandez is a threat not only to himself, but also those that he comes in contact with. He must be put down, and God shall thrust his broadsword into his insides, and though he will beg for mercy, none will be granted. He will regret calling me nothing more than an 'insignificant factor in this match.' He will share the same fate as Justin Harmony and the rest.
Chaleb Jones. A gentleman that fancies himself as a quasi-philosopher. He's even gone so far as to give himself quite the cute moniker to go by, "The Hitman." While I've made quite the conscious effort to steer away from the seedy underbelly of the world that takes part in illicit activities, I feel it's safe to say that even the average man has even the faintest idea of what a hitman does. Chaleb is a man that can never be called an ignoramus. However, he fails to grasp the meaning of one of the most fundamental teachings that is instilled in any person that works hard to earn a reputation and keep said reputation in good standing. That teaching, brothers and sisters, is this: you must practice what you preach. Such a man who claims to believe in the Christian God would never have lived an existence that Chaleb has. He is a man that has become consumed with simply inflicting pain on his fellow man through the most violent of acts, whether it was during the tenure of his brief NFL career or during his similarly short tenure here in PCW. At Beantown Brawl, I will show Mr. Jones what happens when you deal with a man who does indeed practice what he preaches. Who knows, maybe his soul can be saved and put on the straight and narrow path to righteousness. However, I view the forecast of that event as bleak, at best.
The final man I will lock horns with is quite the intriguing prospect. Of course I speak of Brian Stryker. There is one thing that sets him apart from the other men that will wrestle in this match, there seems to be hope for him. Underneath his rough and tumble exterior, there appears to be a truly giving nature. One that seems to genuinely care about the plight of his fellow man. He is one who has been through the closest thing any of these other men might be able to call hell, but unfortunately these events transpired through his own choosing. He seems to be a man that is willing to go out of his way to punish himself. For what, I still have no inkling. But, I feel that he may be able to be saved. However, what is the crucial first step for Mr. Stryker to walk down this path may also be the step he never takes. Stryker, for you to become the man you ultimately can be, you must shed the two devils that you pal around with on a daily basis. I am referring to your two "agents" in A-Con and B-Soup. These are men who lack the intelligence to see that their indulgences in earthly temptations have already led to their undoing, and ultimately, will lead to yours. By discarding them like last week's trash, there is hope yet for you. And, by following myself and Deacon Jeremiah, perhaps you can become the type of man that others wouldn't and shouldn't be ashamed to follow. However, until that day comes, I will be forced to beat that realization into you, in order to save you from yourself.
To close this week's message, I turn to the most paramount of the Psalms, written by King David himself. David wrote, 'Yea, though I may walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me, thy rod and staff, they comfort me." When I step into the ring at Beantown Brawl, I shall be the only one that truly has the Lord as my shepherd. Harmony, Fernandez, Jones and Stryker will walk through the valley of the shadow of death, but they will encounter the ultimate evil. The evil of a vengeful God, who shall use me as his vessel to strike down upon them with the utmost anger and fury. Gentlemen, if you can find the time in your sinful, pitiful lives to pray, I suggest you do it. For the bell of salvation is tolling, and it is tolling for thee. The Word of the Lord, Thanks Be to God.
(With this, Matthews ends his rant, and sits back down at the picnic table that he previously occupied with Deacon Jeremiah. Together, they once again join hands in prayer. The viewers may question what exactly they are praying for, but after the previous scene, it is abundantly clear that they are praying for the souls of "The Evangelist's" opponents. With that, the scene fades to black.)
("The Evangelist" is shown walking down the aisle, accompanied by his spiritual right-hand man Deacon Jeremiah, in preparation for his first PCW match. This image then gives way to a number of high points in "The Evangelist's" performance, nailing Chris Dash with a neckbreaker, pummeling Jakob Alexander with left and right jabs, executing a picture-perfect leg drop on a prone Seamus O'Reilly, and the forearm shot that ultimately eliminated Chris Dash. The final image shows "The Evangelist" down on his knees praying mid-match. This image airs in slow motion and burns itself into the skull of the viewer before ultimately giving way to a panoramic view of a pavilion sitting on a freshly cut lawn. The pavilion is filled with picnic tables, all of which happen to be empty, with the exception of one. At this table sit Jerry Matthews and Deacon Jeremiah, who appear to have their heads bowed for a moment of prayer. The camera positions itself to solely see Matthews. Over his left shoulder, the image of his church is seen, with a crude wooden cross protruding from the roof sneaking its way into the shot. )
(The silence is broken as Matthews and Jeremiah both utter a short "Amen' that concludes their praying. Matthews gets to his feet. He is wearing a plain black suit and red plaid tie, and his face bears little if any marks or blemishes that would indicate he was involved in such a bitter and important confrontation with six other superstars. He begins to speak in his low Southern drawl as he addresses the PCW cameraman.)
Matthews: Brothers and sisters in Christ, I bid greetings to each and every one of the faithful on this, yet another glorious day in the world that our Lord, God the Father, was so kind to bestow upon us. Any of you that have been paying attention to PCW over the past month were given the honor of viewing my much anticipated debut on the previous edition of Saturday Night Rapture. Dare I say, James Baker cast me into the fires of competition against six other competitors in a seven-man battle royal. I was finally given the opportunity to begin my quest for the salvation of PCW, and the rest of the world as a result. While I came up short in winning the battle royal, I did get some satisfaction in doling out quite a bit of punishment on the other competitors. But, I savored none better than the beating I leveled on Chris Dash, the so-called "Neighborhood Pastor of the Church of Faust." This false prophet was beaten to within an inch of his life, and he should thank his lucky stars that he was able to walk out on his own power with all the damage I inflicted upon his knee. Surely, now, he will be hobbled in any attempt he makes to get on his knees and pray to that horrible excuse of an idol he chooses to worship. Of course, I speak of that disgusting rainbow plush stuffed pony of his. Let Dash serve as an example to the rest of PCW as to what happens when you place your faith not in the one true God but a ridiculous good luck trinket. Our friendly neighborhood pastor finally knows what it's like when you cross swords with a true holy man.
(Matthews pauses and makes a gesture with his hand, that of the cross, before he continues with his soliloquy.)
Matthews: However, the time has come for the next pressing task at hand. In a few short days, I will have the opportunity to bring my holy message and quest for humanity's redemption to one of the biggest stages across the world. Of course, I speak of Wrestle Extravaganza II: Beantown Brawl. This is an event that will be seen by tens, maybe even hundreds of millions, of people across the world of the Lord Thy God. A better chance of this magnitude may not come for quite awhile, so it is with due diligence that I will strike down upon the four other men that I shall duel between the ropes of the squared circle.
If James Baker has proven to good at anything, it is that he has provided me with yet another opportunity to be the bearer of God's wrath on another wide field of opponents. I must take the time to thank him for this shot. Justin Harmony, Jose Fernandez, Chaleb Jones, and Brian Stryker. Each man holds quite a bit of talent, yet they lack the faith that would enable them to bring their talent, and careers as a whole, to the next level.
I am very pleased to get another shot at Justin Harmony. Though we both competed against each other in the battle royal, we didn't get the opportunity to become properly acquainted. Beantown Brawl will put us back in the squared circle together, and it is something that I prayed for. Justin, your hubris continues to hopelessly blind you like never before. Can't you see that your self-proclamation of yourself as King of PCW did you far more harm than good? You still claim to have the answers to life and success in the Chronicles of Harmony. Yet, it is painfully obvious that they have failed you time and time again. You haven't been able to get the better of Jakob Alexander, and you were an afterthought in Rapture's battle royal. Soon, it must become evident that only through careful meditation on the Lord's teachings can you reach the top of the mountain. If you reach the top of the mountain, then you can be the shining example that you strive to be so much. But, alas, that time may never come for you, Justin. For venerating yourself in such a high regard, I will smite you down with God's fury. You will be no closer to the top than you were when you entered PCW a scarce month ago. After your beating, than perhaps you will finally be driven to reexamine your career, and the tailspin direction it has taken.
Jose Fernandez. A man that previously peddled addiction and broke one of the holiest of God's commandments. He has yet to even set foot in a PCW ring, and yet it is evident that he has become consumed by the fires of hell. While I do admire this man's direct nature, he makes a very fatal flaw. He, like all the other unfaithful of the globe, has turned a blind eye to the situation our world currently faces. All this man seeks is glory, for people to chant his name, and to win meaningless gold belts. He seeks to enshrine himself, like so many others before him. Yet, he fails to see the errors of his ways, and the eternal punishment it will bring him once he is no longer of this earth. While he no longer deals in cocaine, heroin, opium or whatever sort of drugs he used to mettle with, he has succumbed to the most telling addiction of all, addiction to himself. This isn't an addiction that can be cured by methadone or purged from your system. It is an addiction that always infinitely causes relapse. As a result, Fernandez is a threat not only to himself, but also those that he comes in contact with. He must be put down, and God shall thrust his broadsword into his insides, and though he will beg for mercy, none will be granted. He will regret calling me nothing more than an 'insignificant factor in this match.' He will share the same fate as Justin Harmony and the rest.
Chaleb Jones. A gentleman that fancies himself as a quasi-philosopher. He's even gone so far as to give himself quite the cute moniker to go by, "The Hitman." While I've made quite the conscious effort to steer away from the seedy underbelly of the world that takes part in illicit activities, I feel it's safe to say that even the average man has even the faintest idea of what a hitman does. Chaleb is a man that can never be called an ignoramus. However, he fails to grasp the meaning of one of the most fundamental teachings that is instilled in any person that works hard to earn a reputation and keep said reputation in good standing. That teaching, brothers and sisters, is this: you must practice what you preach. Such a man who claims to believe in the Christian God would never have lived an existence that Chaleb has. He is a man that has become consumed with simply inflicting pain on his fellow man through the most violent of acts, whether it was during the tenure of his brief NFL career or during his similarly short tenure here in PCW. At Beantown Brawl, I will show Mr. Jones what happens when you deal with a man who does indeed practice what he preaches. Who knows, maybe his soul can be saved and put on the straight and narrow path to righteousness. However, I view the forecast of that event as bleak, at best.
The final man I will lock horns with is quite the intriguing prospect. Of course I speak of Brian Stryker. There is one thing that sets him apart from the other men that will wrestle in this match, there seems to be hope for him. Underneath his rough and tumble exterior, there appears to be a truly giving nature. One that seems to genuinely care about the plight of his fellow man. He is one who has been through the closest thing any of these other men might be able to call hell, but unfortunately these events transpired through his own choosing. He seems to be a man that is willing to go out of his way to punish himself. For what, I still have no inkling. But, I feel that he may be able to be saved. However, what is the crucial first step for Mr. Stryker to walk down this path may also be the step he never takes. Stryker, for you to become the man you ultimately can be, you must shed the two devils that you pal around with on a daily basis. I am referring to your two "agents" in A-Con and B-Soup. These are men who lack the intelligence to see that their indulgences in earthly temptations have already led to their undoing, and ultimately, will lead to yours. By discarding them like last week's trash, there is hope yet for you. And, by following myself and Deacon Jeremiah, perhaps you can become the type of man that others wouldn't and shouldn't be ashamed to follow. However, until that day comes, I will be forced to beat that realization into you, in order to save you from yourself.
To close this week's message, I turn to the most paramount of the Psalms, written by King David himself. David wrote, 'Yea, though I may walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me, thy rod and staff, they comfort me." When I step into the ring at Beantown Brawl, I shall be the only one that truly has the Lord as my shepherd. Harmony, Fernandez, Jones and Stryker will walk through the valley of the shadow of death, but they will encounter the ultimate evil. The evil of a vengeful God, who shall use me as his vessel to strike down upon them with the utmost anger and fury. Gentlemen, if you can find the time in your sinful, pitiful lives to pray, I suggest you do it. For the bell of salvation is tolling, and it is tolling for thee. The Word of the Lord, Thanks Be to God.
(With this, Matthews ends his rant, and sits back down at the picnic table that he previously occupied with Deacon Jeremiah. Together, they once again join hands in prayer. The viewers may question what exactly they are praying for, but after the previous scene, it is abundantly clear that they are praying for the souls of "The Evangelist's" opponents. With that, the scene fades to black.)