Post by Kyle Travis on Sept 3, 2015 6:36:41 GMT -6
::Jesus of Nazareth, his clothes removed except for rags, a crown of thorns upon his head, his head slumped down as if he has died, hangs from a cross on the wall of a church. There is no mass at the moment, no sermon for the shepard to give to the flock. The building is empty, except for one person.::
::A dark haired man sits in one of the pews. His head is bowed down, not looking towards the alter at the end of the asile.::
“Religion is the opium of the masses.”
::Kyle Travis looks upwards towards the ceiling of the church.::
“Karl Marx wrote that in his defining work, The Communist Manifesto. Now, of course, his argument of comparing to opium, which was the most addictive drug of his day, to show that religion was in essence a drug used to control people, and it was all they needed to be content and happy, is not necessarily one I agree with. However, I do agree that you, Danika Bayne and the Children of Nephilim, are proving that.”
“It doesn’t matter that the Children of Nephilim are failures. It doesn’t matter that you failed to beat the alliance of K.I.S.S., Jeszika Gautier and Aerynn Donnelly. It doesn’t matter that you failed to defeat the alliance of K.I.S.S., Jeszika Gautier, Aerynn Donnelly, and Broderick Montgomery III and take over the UWA, thus proving your dominance. It does not matter that every single person who has said they were going to beat the hell out of Joshua McBride managed to beat the hell out of him. And it certainly does not matter that the only thing the Children of Nephilim have ever accomplished was stealing the UWA World Championship, and abducting people, and even that you couldn’t get right, because as I recall, Brody escaped, and I believe you did return the title.”
“It doesn’t matter that no one takes you seriously anymore. It doesn’t matter that no one is afraid of you anymore. It doesn’t matter that what started something interesting with a lot of hype and press has turned into the biggest waste of time. It doesn’t matter that the “monsters” are weak, pathetic, and less terrifying as the monsters on Sesame Street. And it certainly doesn’t matter that the Children of Nephilim is the biggest, most disappointing waste of time joke in the UWA.”
::Reaching into the small shelf on the pew in front of him, Travis removes a copy of the King James Bible, the most widely used version of The Holy Bible, and the greatest selling book in human history.::
“None of that matters, because you have your religion. You are high on your religion that worships a guy who hides behind a teddy bear.”
::Travis flips through the pages, almost fanning himself with them.::
“Now, I do not necessarily agree with Karl Marx’s statement, but it does lead me to a simple conclusion that in order for any of you to not notice just how pathetic the Children of Nephilim are, how purely ridiculous it is that you follow a guy who is giving you orders through a teddy bear, you have to be high. I mean I know Karl Marx said religion was the opium of the masses, but I honestly did not think you could really get high off of religion, but that is really the only way I can imagine why the Children of Nephilim still exist.”
“Now I know you are going to accuse me of blasphemy. You will go about your master. You will tell me how great he is. You will tell me how powerful he is. You will tell me that his arrival will usher in the thousand years of darkness, while I hold to my belief that his arrival will probably be pretty good and may even be impressive, but like everything else the about the Children of Nephilim, it will ultimately fizzle out and be disappointing. You will tell me all the usual crap I hear about your great and powerful dark master.”
“And to everything you have to say Danika, I have just one question. It is the question the entire world will ask at Raising Hell as you walk down the aisle to step into the ring with me. It is the question they will ask when Raising Hell is done and I have ripped your arms out of the sockets.”
“The entire world will ask if your dark master is really so great, so powerful and so terrifyingly that he could crush me, the blasphemer, with but a flick of his wrist, then why, why didn’t he do so at Raising Hell?”
::“The Canadian Legend” puts The Holy Bible away.::
“Adolf Hitler once said “the greater the lie, the more people believe it.”
::Slowly, Travis stands up from the pew he was sitting in and moves towards the aisle.::
“Unfortunately Danika, the greatest lie in the UWA is the Children of Nephilim, and no one believes it any more. The Book of Revelations foretold of one who would use faith to help the Anti-Christ by twisting the word of God to make the faithful do terrible things; the Whore of Babylon.”
“Danika, your master is NOT the Anti-Christ, but I am more than willing to believe that you are indeed his whore.”
::For a moment, “the Canadian Legend” allows himself an amused smirk, but it quickly fades.::
“You were hyped as monsters when you first arrived, and yes, you played a very good psychological game. You picked the one person that seemed to have more people employed here than Georgio Oliver did when you abducted Broderick Montgomery III and then Georgio Oliver himself. And everyone hyped you as monsters. But then, the monsters were slain. Not once, but twice, and at the moment they stood at greatest triumph. And in that moment, Danika, the lie was broken”
“Since that day, no one has believed you were monsters. No one believes you are the unstoppable dark horde of Hell sent to unleash darkness upon the Earth. The only people who believe the lie of the Children of Nephilim are the Children of Nephilim.”
::Travis chuckles a bit and shakes his head like he is disappointed, which is something he expressed being in the Children of Nephilim as he was one of the first people to give them praise. And trace of that regard he once held for the Children of Nephilim is clearly completely gone.::
“Danika, do you realize your debut match, Joshua McBride’s win over Fraser Freeman, and Bene Elohim’s win over the Sin City Knights, at the weakest, are the ONLY victories the Children of Nephilim have EVER earned? Each and every single one of those wins was completely and totally insignificant. None of those victories led anywhere or made any kind of an impact. It was not as if Freeman had sworn revenge on McBride and McBride crushed his would-be slayer. It is not like Bene Elohim won the UWA Tag Team Championship after beating Silver Baron and Craven. Those are the only three wins the Children of Nephilim have earned and they mean nothing.”
“Do you realize, you worthless whore, if you beat me, it will be the biggest victory the Children of Nephilim have earned, because you beat the man who swore he would take the Children of Nephilim down? Now, granted, I am not going to stop after losing, but at least you will have taken some of the truth out of what I said when I called the Children of Nephilim pathetic and weak.”
“But we both know you are not coming to beat me Danika. We both know a pin or submission is not what the other is after. We are not going out to the ring to wrestle. We are going out there for a fight. But, when you get right down to it, when the pressure is on and the Children of Nephilim must step up and deliver, when they must prove to the world that they are the evil legion of a dark lord who will unleash hell upon the world, the Children of Nephilim always, ALWAYS, fail. The lie that is the Children of Nephilim will once again be revealed to be nothing more than a lie.”
“Since last year’s Raising Hell, the Children of Nephilim have clung to the lies they told when they first arrived. It didn’t matter when you arrived and started being all cryptic and creepy. It didn’t matter when you revealed there was a dark lord calling the shots. And it certainly did not matter when you started talking to a teddy bear. Rather than that being scary or terrifying, it was one of the stupidest things I have ever seen, and I have seen a grown man dressed as a pink bunny be treated as a legitimate world champion.”
“The power of the Children of Nephilim is a lie. The evil, the greatness, the power and the awesomeness of your dark lord is a lie.”
“Weeks ago, I challenged him to step into the ring at Raising Hell and take his best shot to crush me. Despite your telling everyone how great he is, how powerful he is, how evil he is, he hides behind his teddy bear like a pathetic, sniveling coward. You master, your great and powerful, terrible evil dark lord is going to watch Raising Hell from his safe and sound hiding place while he, using a teddy bear, sends you to the ring to be slaughtered in his stead, Danika. In one action, he has proven EVERYTHING you said about him to be nothing more than another lie. Like everything about the Children of Nephilim and your twisted religion, he is a lie. He sent you to suffer at my hands, because he cares nothing of his whore.”
“Yes, Danika, we are scheduled for a match at Raising Hell, but we both know it is not going to be a wrestling match. No, this is going to be a fight. This is going to be a slaughter, and you are the lamb. I have no interest in pinning your shoulders to the mat, and I do not plan to. I have no intention of making you submit to the Pridebreaker, but it will be a side benefit to locking it on should it happen. No, whore, I am not coming to beat you. I am coming to break you.”
::There is a cold, cruel, emotionless rage, a hatred in his voice. There is no hint that he will show any ::
“You went after my family. Your master did the one thing, the only thing I warned him not to do, and he did it. That was not a testament to his power or his courage, because one of the minion squad did it. It was his signing your death. You master has sent you to die at my hand Danika, and I will not stop at Raising Hell until they pull me off your miserable, worthless, battered, beaten, bloody and broken carcass, but I will not kill you. But, only just.”
“However, if your master dares actually go after my family, the life of each and every single member of the Children of Nephilim will be forfeit, until I slay your false god, your coward of a master.”
::Travis opens his left hand, spreading his fingers open and stretches them out. He writes them like snakes, stretching them out to keep them loose.::
“You are the public face of the coward you call master. Everyone sees you as his voice, the one who tells his will, his dogma to the sheep that make up the Children of Nephilim. What happens, Danika, if I break you? What happens to your faith if I leave you battered, beaten and broken in the middle of that ring? What will the faithful think when they see that your master sent you to die whore? In one night, I will rip the throat of the snake out. In one night, I end the lies.”
“This is what your religion, your faith, and all the lies have brought you Danika. It has not brought you glory. It did not deliver whatever was promised to Bene Elohim in exchange for their souls. It has not brought about the prophesized dark heaven that the coward you call master promised you. It has brought you nothing but destruction and carnage at my hands, because Danika…”
::“The Once and Future King” stops stretching and writhing his fingers and points to the icon of Jesus on the cross, perhaps the most enduring emblem of the Roman Catholic faith.::
“With Christ Himself as my witness, at Raising Hell, I will show you the true meaning of evil, the true meaning of darkness and what Hell can truly be like when I break you.”
::He lower his hand.::
“When he died, Jesus descended to Hell, and pulled several worthy souls from the pit of fire and brimstone and carried them to Heaven to be allowed into His Father’s Kingdom. At Raising Hell, Danika, your god is not going to save you. There will be NO escape from Hell. There will be no escape from me. Your false god cannot save you. Your drug will not protect you. Your lies will not keep you safe.”
“At Raising Hell, I will leave you battered, beaten, bloodied and broken, but I will not finish you Danika. No, I will not beat you to death Danika. I will hurt you. You will suffer. I will make you bleed. I will make break you. But, I will not kill you, Danika.”
“I will leave you alive, but only just, so that as you lay their in the middle of the ring in pain, in a pool of your own blood, wondering what is broken, whether you can still walk, or if your arms are broken, you can look at the ceiling, and you can ask your false god, why, why did he, who is so great, so powerful and so terrible, why did he stay hidden behind his teddy bear while I showed you the true meaning of evil as you experienced the hell I put you through? And like his good little, eager whore, you will swallow whatever lies he tells you. But, no matter what you say, no matter what you do, your faith will be shattered, because his lies will be NOTHING COMPARED TO THE REALITY OF THE HELL I PUT YOU THROUGH YOU STUPID, WORTHLESS, MISERABLE, LYING WHORE!”
::Travis closes his eyes and exhales, calming himself down, but that cold, cruel rage, the hatred is still there in his voice as he speaks. There is no hint of mercy, not a single hint that he will not carry out everything he has threatened to do.::
“Pray to your false god. Pray for his protection to keep you safe at Raising Hell, and know that he cannot. Pray for him to grant you strength, and know that he cannot. Pray for him to give you the courage he himself does not have. Take your drug, be his whore, and give your soul to him, Danika and know that no matter how hard you pray, your false god cannot save you from me, because your body, your health, your very life are mine thanks to your false god.”
::Travis moves to the center of the aisle and turns from the alter at the front of the church, glaring with that cold, cruel, sadistic predatory look in his eyes. He slowly extents his left arm outward, and then points with two fingers. He brings his hand upward, stopping at about level with his head. He lowers his hand down towards his waist and then be brings it back upward to his shoulder height. He moves his hande to the right and then to the left. The gesture is unmistakable, the sign of the cross done to another person. This is clearly meant for Danika Bayne. That predatory look never leaves his eyes::
Travis: “May God have mercy upon you, Danika, because I. WILL. HAVE. NONE.”
::Travis lowers his arm. The scene fades out on the cold, cruel, sadistic predatory look in Travis’s eyes.::
::A dark haired man sits in one of the pews. His head is bowed down, not looking towards the alter at the end of the asile.::
“Religion is the opium of the masses.”
::Kyle Travis looks upwards towards the ceiling of the church.::
“Karl Marx wrote that in his defining work, The Communist Manifesto. Now, of course, his argument of comparing to opium, which was the most addictive drug of his day, to show that religion was in essence a drug used to control people, and it was all they needed to be content and happy, is not necessarily one I agree with. However, I do agree that you, Danika Bayne and the Children of Nephilim, are proving that.”
“It doesn’t matter that the Children of Nephilim are failures. It doesn’t matter that you failed to beat the alliance of K.I.S.S., Jeszika Gautier and Aerynn Donnelly. It doesn’t matter that you failed to defeat the alliance of K.I.S.S., Jeszika Gautier, Aerynn Donnelly, and Broderick Montgomery III and take over the UWA, thus proving your dominance. It does not matter that every single person who has said they were going to beat the hell out of Joshua McBride managed to beat the hell out of him. And it certainly does not matter that the only thing the Children of Nephilim have ever accomplished was stealing the UWA World Championship, and abducting people, and even that you couldn’t get right, because as I recall, Brody escaped, and I believe you did return the title.”
“It doesn’t matter that no one takes you seriously anymore. It doesn’t matter that no one is afraid of you anymore. It doesn’t matter that what started something interesting with a lot of hype and press has turned into the biggest waste of time. It doesn’t matter that the “monsters” are weak, pathetic, and less terrifying as the monsters on Sesame Street. And it certainly doesn’t matter that the Children of Nephilim is the biggest, most disappointing waste of time joke in the UWA.”
::Reaching into the small shelf on the pew in front of him, Travis removes a copy of the King James Bible, the most widely used version of The Holy Bible, and the greatest selling book in human history.::
“None of that matters, because you have your religion. You are high on your religion that worships a guy who hides behind a teddy bear.”
::Travis flips through the pages, almost fanning himself with them.::
“Now, I do not necessarily agree with Karl Marx’s statement, but it does lead me to a simple conclusion that in order for any of you to not notice just how pathetic the Children of Nephilim are, how purely ridiculous it is that you follow a guy who is giving you orders through a teddy bear, you have to be high. I mean I know Karl Marx said religion was the opium of the masses, but I honestly did not think you could really get high off of religion, but that is really the only way I can imagine why the Children of Nephilim still exist.”
“Now I know you are going to accuse me of blasphemy. You will go about your master. You will tell me how great he is. You will tell me how powerful he is. You will tell me that his arrival will usher in the thousand years of darkness, while I hold to my belief that his arrival will probably be pretty good and may even be impressive, but like everything else the about the Children of Nephilim, it will ultimately fizzle out and be disappointing. You will tell me all the usual crap I hear about your great and powerful dark master.”
“And to everything you have to say Danika, I have just one question. It is the question the entire world will ask at Raising Hell as you walk down the aisle to step into the ring with me. It is the question they will ask when Raising Hell is done and I have ripped your arms out of the sockets.”
“The entire world will ask if your dark master is really so great, so powerful and so terrifyingly that he could crush me, the blasphemer, with but a flick of his wrist, then why, why didn’t he do so at Raising Hell?”
::“The Canadian Legend” puts The Holy Bible away.::
“Adolf Hitler once said “the greater the lie, the more people believe it.”
::Slowly, Travis stands up from the pew he was sitting in and moves towards the aisle.::
“Unfortunately Danika, the greatest lie in the UWA is the Children of Nephilim, and no one believes it any more. The Book of Revelations foretold of one who would use faith to help the Anti-Christ by twisting the word of God to make the faithful do terrible things; the Whore of Babylon.”
“Danika, your master is NOT the Anti-Christ, but I am more than willing to believe that you are indeed his whore.”
::For a moment, “the Canadian Legend” allows himself an amused smirk, but it quickly fades.::
“You were hyped as monsters when you first arrived, and yes, you played a very good psychological game. You picked the one person that seemed to have more people employed here than Georgio Oliver did when you abducted Broderick Montgomery III and then Georgio Oliver himself. And everyone hyped you as monsters. But then, the monsters were slain. Not once, but twice, and at the moment they stood at greatest triumph. And in that moment, Danika, the lie was broken”
“Since that day, no one has believed you were monsters. No one believes you are the unstoppable dark horde of Hell sent to unleash darkness upon the Earth. The only people who believe the lie of the Children of Nephilim are the Children of Nephilim.”
::Travis chuckles a bit and shakes his head like he is disappointed, which is something he expressed being in the Children of Nephilim as he was one of the first people to give them praise. And trace of that regard he once held for the Children of Nephilim is clearly completely gone.::
“Danika, do you realize your debut match, Joshua McBride’s win over Fraser Freeman, and Bene Elohim’s win over the Sin City Knights, at the weakest, are the ONLY victories the Children of Nephilim have EVER earned? Each and every single one of those wins was completely and totally insignificant. None of those victories led anywhere or made any kind of an impact. It was not as if Freeman had sworn revenge on McBride and McBride crushed his would-be slayer. It is not like Bene Elohim won the UWA Tag Team Championship after beating Silver Baron and Craven. Those are the only three wins the Children of Nephilim have earned and they mean nothing.”
“Do you realize, you worthless whore, if you beat me, it will be the biggest victory the Children of Nephilim have earned, because you beat the man who swore he would take the Children of Nephilim down? Now, granted, I am not going to stop after losing, but at least you will have taken some of the truth out of what I said when I called the Children of Nephilim pathetic and weak.”
“But we both know you are not coming to beat me Danika. We both know a pin or submission is not what the other is after. We are not going out to the ring to wrestle. We are going out there for a fight. But, when you get right down to it, when the pressure is on and the Children of Nephilim must step up and deliver, when they must prove to the world that they are the evil legion of a dark lord who will unleash hell upon the world, the Children of Nephilim always, ALWAYS, fail. The lie that is the Children of Nephilim will once again be revealed to be nothing more than a lie.”
“Since last year’s Raising Hell, the Children of Nephilim have clung to the lies they told when they first arrived. It didn’t matter when you arrived and started being all cryptic and creepy. It didn’t matter when you revealed there was a dark lord calling the shots. And it certainly did not matter when you started talking to a teddy bear. Rather than that being scary or terrifying, it was one of the stupidest things I have ever seen, and I have seen a grown man dressed as a pink bunny be treated as a legitimate world champion.”
“The power of the Children of Nephilim is a lie. The evil, the greatness, the power and the awesomeness of your dark lord is a lie.”
“Weeks ago, I challenged him to step into the ring at Raising Hell and take his best shot to crush me. Despite your telling everyone how great he is, how powerful he is, how evil he is, he hides behind his teddy bear like a pathetic, sniveling coward. You master, your great and powerful, terrible evil dark lord is going to watch Raising Hell from his safe and sound hiding place while he, using a teddy bear, sends you to the ring to be slaughtered in his stead, Danika. In one action, he has proven EVERYTHING you said about him to be nothing more than another lie. Like everything about the Children of Nephilim and your twisted religion, he is a lie. He sent you to suffer at my hands, because he cares nothing of his whore.”
“Yes, Danika, we are scheduled for a match at Raising Hell, but we both know it is not going to be a wrestling match. No, this is going to be a fight. This is going to be a slaughter, and you are the lamb. I have no interest in pinning your shoulders to the mat, and I do not plan to. I have no intention of making you submit to the Pridebreaker, but it will be a side benefit to locking it on should it happen. No, whore, I am not coming to beat you. I am coming to break you.”
::There is a cold, cruel, emotionless rage, a hatred in his voice. There is no hint that he will show any ::
“You went after my family. Your master did the one thing, the only thing I warned him not to do, and he did it. That was not a testament to his power or his courage, because one of the minion squad did it. It was his signing your death. You master has sent you to die at my hand Danika, and I will not stop at Raising Hell until they pull me off your miserable, worthless, battered, beaten, bloody and broken carcass, but I will not kill you. But, only just.”
“However, if your master dares actually go after my family, the life of each and every single member of the Children of Nephilim will be forfeit, until I slay your false god, your coward of a master.”
::Travis opens his left hand, spreading his fingers open and stretches them out. He writes them like snakes, stretching them out to keep them loose.::
“You are the public face of the coward you call master. Everyone sees you as his voice, the one who tells his will, his dogma to the sheep that make up the Children of Nephilim. What happens, Danika, if I break you? What happens to your faith if I leave you battered, beaten and broken in the middle of that ring? What will the faithful think when they see that your master sent you to die whore? In one night, I will rip the throat of the snake out. In one night, I end the lies.”
“This is what your religion, your faith, and all the lies have brought you Danika. It has not brought you glory. It did not deliver whatever was promised to Bene Elohim in exchange for their souls. It has not brought about the prophesized dark heaven that the coward you call master promised you. It has brought you nothing but destruction and carnage at my hands, because Danika…”
::“The Once and Future King” stops stretching and writhing his fingers and points to the icon of Jesus on the cross, perhaps the most enduring emblem of the Roman Catholic faith.::
“With Christ Himself as my witness, at Raising Hell, I will show you the true meaning of evil, the true meaning of darkness and what Hell can truly be like when I break you.”
::He lower his hand.::
“When he died, Jesus descended to Hell, and pulled several worthy souls from the pit of fire and brimstone and carried them to Heaven to be allowed into His Father’s Kingdom. At Raising Hell, Danika, your god is not going to save you. There will be NO escape from Hell. There will be no escape from me. Your false god cannot save you. Your drug will not protect you. Your lies will not keep you safe.”
“At Raising Hell, I will leave you battered, beaten, bloodied and broken, but I will not finish you Danika. No, I will not beat you to death Danika. I will hurt you. You will suffer. I will make you bleed. I will make break you. But, I will not kill you, Danika.”
“I will leave you alive, but only just, so that as you lay their in the middle of the ring in pain, in a pool of your own blood, wondering what is broken, whether you can still walk, or if your arms are broken, you can look at the ceiling, and you can ask your false god, why, why did he, who is so great, so powerful and so terrible, why did he stay hidden behind his teddy bear while I showed you the true meaning of evil as you experienced the hell I put you through? And like his good little, eager whore, you will swallow whatever lies he tells you. But, no matter what you say, no matter what you do, your faith will be shattered, because his lies will be NOTHING COMPARED TO THE REALITY OF THE HELL I PUT YOU THROUGH YOU STUPID, WORTHLESS, MISERABLE, LYING WHORE!”
::Travis closes his eyes and exhales, calming himself down, but that cold, cruel rage, the hatred is still there in his voice as he speaks. There is no hint of mercy, not a single hint that he will not carry out everything he has threatened to do.::
“Pray to your false god. Pray for his protection to keep you safe at Raising Hell, and know that he cannot. Pray for him to grant you strength, and know that he cannot. Pray for him to give you the courage he himself does not have. Take your drug, be his whore, and give your soul to him, Danika and know that no matter how hard you pray, your false god cannot save you from me, because your body, your health, your very life are mine thanks to your false god.”
::Travis moves to the center of the aisle and turns from the alter at the front of the church, glaring with that cold, cruel, sadistic predatory look in his eyes. He slowly extents his left arm outward, and then points with two fingers. He brings his hand upward, stopping at about level with his head. He lowers his hand down towards his waist and then be brings it back upward to his shoulder height. He moves his hande to the right and then to the left. The gesture is unmistakable, the sign of the cross done to another person. This is clearly meant for Danika Bayne. That predatory look never leaves his eyes::
Travis: “May God have mercy upon you, Danika, because I. WILL. HAVE. NONE.”
::Travis lowers his arm. The scene fades out on the cold, cruel, sadistic predatory look in Travis’s eyes.::