Post by Johnny on Sept 17, 2023 11:41:18 GMT -5
The organ hummed a dimmed tune that echoed through the congregation. A choir of voices, many off tune, sang to the same rhythmic tune played every Sunday as they praised their lord Jesus Christ and thanked their Mother Mary for the rigorous donation of her womb. Collection was passed around with the expectation that all who entered the Church would give up their hard earnings so the man at the podium could afford his two story house and brand new BMW parked in the lot outside. 'Give thanks and rise my children for God has forgiven us for our sins! Rise and be counted as one of his followers so thou may pass the golden gates after death and be reunited once more with our creator!' The pastor boasted to the top of his lungs as communion was passed around. 'Partake in the flesh of our creator and his blood that washes us clean!'
Johnny sat among the filth that riddle the pews with his mother and sister. His mother continued the symphony as the bowl of money passed through the row in front of them. A plate of bread followed shortly after by a single cup filled with Sauternes of which Johnny took part in; the look in his mother's eye told him not partaking in the ritual meant consequences once they were home. The bowl of money passed from a woman dressed in black wrappings and smelled of olive oil into the hands of an unamused Johnny. He held back a gag from the smell while looking down at the bowl of money contemplating taking a few bucks to get a candy bar but decided against it. After he passed the bowl to his sister who was overjoyed to be able to put ten bucks in from their mother he focused in on the reflective waves of the water as it filled the white tub on stage.
'HE IS RISEN!' The pastor exclaimed with such excitement you would think he won the lottery, and he did by becoming a pastor. 'HE IS RISEN INDEED!' The congregation piped in with mono-tones. Johnny rolled his eyes and slumped into the pew as they prepared for a baptism. The organ continued its haunted sound while the pastor disappeared for moments reemerging in a white gown and entering the bath. 'Today we welcome a brother in Christ! Asher has chosen to take the vow to be an ever devoted pinnacle, an apostle, a prophet in the name of our lord!'
'Amen!' The congregation exaggerated their excitement for this new brother in God for the sake of their pastor. Each child of God in this church saw the pastor as an extension of the good lord having no reason to believe it but being told he was by himself.
Asher stepped onto the stage dressed also in white robes to signify purity and light. Johnny crossed his arms across his chest and let out an exaggerated sigh catching his mothers attention. She glared at him with fiery intent of making him regret the noise that dared come out of his mouth. Jenny very innocently shook her head at Johnny knowing what would happen later at home if he didn't behave himself again. Johnny mischievously grinned at Jenny holding a wad of plastic in his hand making sure it was just out of his mothers eyesight. Jenny's baby blue's widened at the sight before she turned her attention to the show that was about to go on. As Asher began his descent into the water black bubbles as dark as tar began to rise from the man. Both pastor and newly devout follower looked at each other in horror as the congerations released gasps and whispers from the pews.
'Demon!' An elderly woman exclaimed from behind Johnny.
'Evil!' The organ player rose to their feet pointing in absolute disdain.
'The Devil's work!' An elder from the front pew growled as he bared a cross in hand.
Chants filled the auditorium:
Our Father in heaven,
hallowed be your name.
Your kingdom come,
your will be done,
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread,
and forgive us our debts,
as we also have forgiven our debtors.
And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.
The Chants grew louder with every repetition. The pastor had a cross pushed into Asher's forehead while he cried begging God for forgiveness and repentance. Through the chants, crying, and overall commotion of the congregation a violent and malevolent laugh stood out from all other noises. Johnny, who up to this point had been the only silent one now was louder than everyone. A small black lump rose from the water. A bathbomb. Jenny fought back a relieved laugh knowing that it was all a joke while Johnny's mother emanated anger, her face flushed of color then replaced with bright red from the heat.
Just as soon as the door slammed Johnny's mother backhanded him and he stumbled to the ground. Blood oozed from cuts on his cheek and the corner of his mouth from his mother's rings. Johnny laughed madly while his mother filled a pot with water. 'What is wrong with you!' she exclaimed after she turned on the stove top and put the pot of water on an eye. Johnny stopped laughing and looked at his mother stone face.
‘What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you?!’ Johnny's scream turned to an exaggerated growl. ‘You praise an imaginary friend every Sunday who tells you to treat others as you would have them treat you just so you can come home and take out your frustrations on me! You’re just like the other sinners in that church! You claim to be righteous, you claim to be doing his work! You’re a hypocrite!’
Johnny’s mother grabbed him vicariously by the wrist and pulled him to the boiling pot on the stove. Without saying even one word to the boy she dumped his hand in the pot and when he refused to let out a whale from the pain she held it there until his face burnt with rage. He yelped in pain and pulled his arm away, his hand burning. Jenny had already turned the cold water on and was holding her brother's hand under it. Their mother just shook her head in dismay.
As Johnny’s mother hung from the rope his thoughts trailed to her belief in God. Had she stopped believing after realizing no God who so ever loved the world that he gave his only son would take her daughter away. The only true love she had ever felt was the one she endured as every contraction in her body forced her closer and closer to giving up. The only true love she had ever witnessed was the moment a baby girl was ripped from her body. The only true love she had ever heard was that cry of life given to her by a good and wondrous God! Surely if he existed he wouldn’t have allowed such a thing to happen to such a small angel.
Upon the dead woman's wrists were blue and purplish outlines of a cross of either wrist. Had she died they would have met nothing but for a short time they reminded her of the God she trusted. The God she believed loved her. She mutilated herself for her belief and to her it was beautiful but to others it was delusions. To Johnny, those crosses were the first attempt at his mothers life.
If there is a God, why does he allow his children to hurt? Why would he hurt his children? Why would he allow a fallen Angel to harm those he promised to save and protect?
God doesn’t exist here.
Our God is an awesome God! He reigns from heaven above with wisdom and love while the rest of us wonder the earth in our filth and sin to be judged by him. He SMITES Johnny boasts and emphasizes the word ‘smites’ down the wicked and blesses the faithful.
Johnny laughs at his podium dressed in a tattered sunday suit.
Le Bord de Dieu Johnny’s pronunciation of the ‘name’ was perfection God’s bladed edge, the messenger, HERE TO CLEANS WRESTLING! Johnny screeches with an echo before taking in a loud shrill breath. You’ve come to the wrong place bitch. To best put it, Johnny just sounded like Freddie Kruger.
Before I get into your bullshit I just want to point out you don’t know shit about this sport or this company. First of all, calling a wrestler out by their fucking name and not their stage name is some serious bullcrap if I’ve ever seen some. Rule numero one-o that’s a no no Johnny shakes his finger. Very unprofessional. Second, did we not all just see this bitch fucking snap someone’s neck? Probably not Johnny shrugs which is sad because that means Le Bord de Dieu is a poser and has to fake her being tough. If it was real though damn! That’s some real lady balls you got there doing it in front of a bunch of fucking witnesses but since you’re booked I’m saying it was all as fake as the holier than thou shit that spills from your mouth. Tres, your ring work is about as impressive as a fish breathing underwater. Where the hell did you learn to run away from practically everything? It’s impressive how crap ass you are at doing any actual wrestling in a company FOR wrestling Johnny slams his closed fist on the podium. And damn it Le Bord de Dieu if you gotta cleanse something you should know it from the inside out or you ain’t getting it cleansed right.
Johnny frowns and if I need to put it in your terms for you to understand what I mean~ You are incompétente if you think you’re changing zee wrestling. You aren’t here to win or lose, you aren’t here for the championship, you’re here for a movement with zero tracktion. Not only will you lose at Justice for Brawl and lose your chance at a championship you’re going to lose to whatever the opposite of your God is because no one is going to bow before you, olive oil, and then rise to be counted.
Sorry to break it to you but you’re not obtaining victory in this industry. You will find plenty of your people here though, we call them walking cutting boards and usually they have depression or attention problems.
Johnny leans on the podium with his fists against his chin and a smile stretched from ear to ear, not in a happy way but more in a diabolical way. I didn’t know Jigsaw was real but lookin’ at your glorious pasty ass makes me believe he just might be. Johnny laughs not his usual loud cackle, more of a soft laugh lodged in his throat. That’s how you found God right? Tortured until you believed in a delusion. An imaginary friend. It’s going to take a lot more than dirty dum drunks and you snapping the neck of a stripper to make me rise and be counted lady.
I don’t know if you heard or not Johnny leans in close to the edge of the podium with his hand next to his mouth like he’s telling a secret. I kinda got some mommy issues going on so funny they call you mother. Johnny covers his mouth and makes a he-he-hu-ha noise. She believed in God too maybe not at the end since God says not to kill yourself but eh she did. She sure didn’t rise but she was counted in those statistics. Same shit with you, you’ll end up slitting wrists the good and proper way at some point. Most bible belt loonies do. Hell who am I to say how your ending ends though huh maybe I’ll send you to God this Thursday.
Tell God he didn’t pick the sharpest Blade in the bunch. Johnny slams his fists down on the podium and laughs loudly and obnoxiously. Cameras pan out to the audience he’s talking to. White manikins litter the pews of the church with walls made of charcoal. An open skylight made by a previous fire allows the sun to shine in but the charred walls and ground cause darkness to fall over the church.
Johnny raises his arms to either side and lifts his head. PRAISE BE TO THE LIZARD LADY AND HER REPTILIAN GODZILLA! Johnny boasts to the top of his lungs then lowers his head in a meak smile as the camera zooms back into his face. Praised be the scaly bitch who claims to be thy mother Mary. Johnny frowns but only with half of his face.
God’s aside lets talk about legends. You brought the hammer of God down on a former stripper while I brought my Axe down on the head of a legend. Compare the two and there really is no comparison Johnny takes in a deep breath and lets it out in a scraping sound behind his voice with every word of who has more of an ability to win and further themselves to that finish line. Le Bord de Dieu I need you to understand I’m not here to win a fancy belt that can’t go through my pant holes. I’m not here to bask in the glory of stripping someone of the only thing that gives their life meaning. I’m not here to simply win matches. Johnny puts on a stoned face before lowering his head. I’m here to simply hurt people and this week I will hurt you.
You’re here to show us there is a God by putting us through hell. You’re here to scare us into your belief like every Christian out there in the world. Your goal is complex and complicated to achieve while my reason to be here is simple. I don’t believe in God, I believe in pain. Johnny speaks matter of factly. If anything I take joy in proving people wrong and showing people who they really are like I did to Mandii Rider. She’s top bar from what I hear. If you want to beat someone to be someone she’s that person. The creme de la creme. She was also a hypocrite and lair amongst other things and you know what I did? I exposed it. Johnny snarls his nose while bobbing his head ever so slightly to the rhythm of his words.
Well, Johnny claps his hands together I've had enough of this preaching crap, it’s not my shtick. So for now Le Bord de Dieu I must bid you adieu. Johnny takes a bow and as his head raises he frowns and his tone turns to a menacing growl. May God have mercy on your soul.
Johnny sat among the filth that riddle the pews with his mother and sister. His mother continued the symphony as the bowl of money passed through the row in front of them. A plate of bread followed shortly after by a single cup filled with Sauternes of which Johnny took part in; the look in his mother's eye told him not partaking in the ritual meant consequences once they were home. The bowl of money passed from a woman dressed in black wrappings and smelled of olive oil into the hands of an unamused Johnny. He held back a gag from the smell while looking down at the bowl of money contemplating taking a few bucks to get a candy bar but decided against it. After he passed the bowl to his sister who was overjoyed to be able to put ten bucks in from their mother he focused in on the reflective waves of the water as it filled the white tub on stage.
'HE IS RISEN!' The pastor exclaimed with such excitement you would think he won the lottery, and he did by becoming a pastor. 'HE IS RISEN INDEED!' The congregation piped in with mono-tones. Johnny rolled his eyes and slumped into the pew as they prepared for a baptism. The organ continued its haunted sound while the pastor disappeared for moments reemerging in a white gown and entering the bath. 'Today we welcome a brother in Christ! Asher has chosen to take the vow to be an ever devoted pinnacle, an apostle, a prophet in the name of our lord!'
'Amen!' The congregation exaggerated their excitement for this new brother in God for the sake of their pastor. Each child of God in this church saw the pastor as an extension of the good lord having no reason to believe it but being told he was by himself.
Asher stepped onto the stage dressed also in white robes to signify purity and light. Johnny crossed his arms across his chest and let out an exaggerated sigh catching his mothers attention. She glared at him with fiery intent of making him regret the noise that dared come out of his mouth. Jenny very innocently shook her head at Johnny knowing what would happen later at home if he didn't behave himself again. Johnny mischievously grinned at Jenny holding a wad of plastic in his hand making sure it was just out of his mothers eyesight. Jenny's baby blue's widened at the sight before she turned her attention to the show that was about to go on. As Asher began his descent into the water black bubbles as dark as tar began to rise from the man. Both pastor and newly devout follower looked at each other in horror as the congerations released gasps and whispers from the pews.
'Demon!' An elderly woman exclaimed from behind Johnny.
'Evil!' The organ player rose to their feet pointing in absolute disdain.
'The Devil's work!' An elder from the front pew growled as he bared a cross in hand.
Chants filled the auditorium:
Our Father in heaven,
hallowed be your name.
Your kingdom come,
your will be done,
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread,
and forgive us our debts,
as we also have forgiven our debtors.
And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.
The Chants grew louder with every repetition. The pastor had a cross pushed into Asher's forehead while he cried begging God for forgiveness and repentance. Through the chants, crying, and overall commotion of the congregation a violent and malevolent laugh stood out from all other noises. Johnny, who up to this point had been the only silent one now was louder than everyone. A small black lump rose from the water. A bathbomb. Jenny fought back a relieved laugh knowing that it was all a joke while Johnny's mother emanated anger, her face flushed of color then replaced with bright red from the heat.
Just as soon as the door slammed Johnny's mother backhanded him and he stumbled to the ground. Blood oozed from cuts on his cheek and the corner of his mouth from his mother's rings. Johnny laughed madly while his mother filled a pot with water. 'What is wrong with you!' she exclaimed after she turned on the stove top and put the pot of water on an eye. Johnny stopped laughing and looked at his mother stone face.
‘What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you?!’ Johnny's scream turned to an exaggerated growl. ‘You praise an imaginary friend every Sunday who tells you to treat others as you would have them treat you just so you can come home and take out your frustrations on me! You’re just like the other sinners in that church! You claim to be righteous, you claim to be doing his work! You’re a hypocrite!’
Johnny’s mother grabbed him vicariously by the wrist and pulled him to the boiling pot on the stove. Without saying even one word to the boy she dumped his hand in the pot and when he refused to let out a whale from the pain she held it there until his face burnt with rage. He yelped in pain and pulled his arm away, his hand burning. Jenny had already turned the cold water on and was holding her brother's hand under it. Their mother just shook her head in dismay.
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Upon the dead woman's wrists were blue and purplish outlines of a cross of either wrist. Had she died they would have met nothing but for a short time they reminded her of the God she trusted. The God she believed loved her. She mutilated herself for her belief and to her it was beautiful but to others it was delusions. To Johnny, those crosses were the first attempt at his mothers life.
If there is a God, why does he allow his children to hurt? Why would he hurt his children? Why would he allow a fallen Angel to harm those he promised to save and protect?
God doesn’t exist here.
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Our God is an awesome God! He reigns from heaven above with wisdom and love while the rest of us wonder the earth in our filth and sin to be judged by him. He SMITES Johnny boasts and emphasizes the word ‘smites’ down the wicked and blesses the faithful.
Johnny laughs at his podium dressed in a tattered sunday suit.
Le Bord de Dieu Johnny’s pronunciation of the ‘name’ was perfection God’s bladed edge, the messenger, HERE TO CLEANS WRESTLING! Johnny screeches with an echo before taking in a loud shrill breath. You’ve come to the wrong place bitch. To best put it, Johnny just sounded like Freddie Kruger.
Before I get into your bullshit I just want to point out you don’t know shit about this sport or this company. First of all, calling a wrestler out by their fucking name and not their stage name is some serious bullcrap if I’ve ever seen some. Rule numero one-o that’s a no no Johnny shakes his finger. Very unprofessional. Second, did we not all just see this bitch fucking snap someone’s neck? Probably not Johnny shrugs which is sad because that means Le Bord de Dieu is a poser and has to fake her being tough. If it was real though damn! That’s some real lady balls you got there doing it in front of a bunch of fucking witnesses but since you’re booked I’m saying it was all as fake as the holier than thou shit that spills from your mouth. Tres, your ring work is about as impressive as a fish breathing underwater. Where the hell did you learn to run away from practically everything? It’s impressive how crap ass you are at doing any actual wrestling in a company FOR wrestling Johnny slams his closed fist on the podium. And damn it Le Bord de Dieu if you gotta cleanse something you should know it from the inside out or you ain’t getting it cleansed right.
Johnny frowns and if I need to put it in your terms for you to understand what I mean~ You are incompétente if you think you’re changing zee wrestling. You aren’t here to win or lose, you aren’t here for the championship, you’re here for a movement with zero tracktion. Not only will you lose at Justice for Brawl and lose your chance at a championship you’re going to lose to whatever the opposite of your God is because no one is going to bow before you, olive oil, and then rise to be counted.
Sorry to break it to you but you’re not obtaining victory in this industry. You will find plenty of your people here though, we call them walking cutting boards and usually they have depression or attention problems.
Johnny leans on the podium with his fists against his chin and a smile stretched from ear to ear, not in a happy way but more in a diabolical way. I didn’t know Jigsaw was real but lookin’ at your glorious pasty ass makes me believe he just might be. Johnny laughs not his usual loud cackle, more of a soft laugh lodged in his throat. That’s how you found God right? Tortured until you believed in a delusion. An imaginary friend. It’s going to take a lot more than dirty dum drunks and you snapping the neck of a stripper to make me rise and be counted lady.
I don’t know if you heard or not Johnny leans in close to the edge of the podium with his hand next to his mouth like he’s telling a secret. I kinda got some mommy issues going on so funny they call you mother. Johnny covers his mouth and makes a he-he-hu-ha noise. She believed in God too maybe not at the end since God says not to kill yourself but eh she did. She sure didn’t rise but she was counted in those statistics. Same shit with you, you’ll end up slitting wrists the good and proper way at some point. Most bible belt loonies do. Hell who am I to say how your ending ends though huh maybe I’ll send you to God this Thursday.
Tell God he didn’t pick the sharpest Blade in the bunch. Johnny slams his fists down on the podium and laughs loudly and obnoxiously. Cameras pan out to the audience he’s talking to. White manikins litter the pews of the church with walls made of charcoal. An open skylight made by a previous fire allows the sun to shine in but the charred walls and ground cause darkness to fall over the church.
Johnny raises his arms to either side and lifts his head. PRAISE BE TO THE LIZARD LADY AND HER REPTILIAN GODZILLA! Johnny boasts to the top of his lungs then lowers his head in a meak smile as the camera zooms back into his face. Praised be the scaly bitch who claims to be thy mother Mary. Johnny frowns but only with half of his face.
God’s aside lets talk about legends. You brought the hammer of God down on a former stripper while I brought my Axe down on the head of a legend. Compare the two and there really is no comparison Johnny takes in a deep breath and lets it out in a scraping sound behind his voice with every word of who has more of an ability to win and further themselves to that finish line. Le Bord de Dieu I need you to understand I’m not here to win a fancy belt that can’t go through my pant holes. I’m not here to bask in the glory of stripping someone of the only thing that gives their life meaning. I’m not here to simply win matches. Johnny puts on a stoned face before lowering his head. I’m here to simply hurt people and this week I will hurt you.
You’re here to show us there is a God by putting us through hell. You’re here to scare us into your belief like every Christian out there in the world. Your goal is complex and complicated to achieve while my reason to be here is simple. I don’t believe in God, I believe in pain. Johnny speaks matter of factly. If anything I take joy in proving people wrong and showing people who they really are like I did to Mandii Rider. She’s top bar from what I hear. If you want to beat someone to be someone she’s that person. The creme de la creme. She was also a hypocrite and lair amongst other things and you know what I did? I exposed it. Johnny snarls his nose while bobbing his head ever so slightly to the rhythm of his words.
Well, Johnny claps his hands together I've had enough of this preaching crap, it’s not my shtick. So for now Le Bord de Dieu I must bid you adieu. Johnny takes a bow and as his head raises he frowns and his tone turns to a menacing growl. May God have mercy on your soul.