Post by goth on Jul 27, 2024 12:47:09 GMT -5
How Long?
We see a man seated in a chair while reading a seemingly old and rather beat down book, muttering to himself as his fingers move pass the words that have been written down the seemingly older than him pages. The man is wearing a white long sleeved buttoned down shirt that has been opened up all the way from his chest to the bottom of his chest. A light is being lit in the corner of the room, shining just perfectly above his head as it creates the perfect dimension for his reading.
After a few more moments the man grabs hold of a silk handkerchief and places it between the two pages where he had ended up reading before closing the book. He gently taps his fingers from the left hand upon the book, causing the camera to see the two words of Holy Bible show through his fingers. A dark ruby ring is visible upon his ring finger of his other hand that maintains a tight grip on the Bible as the man clears his throat.
“How long does it take before I get what I want??”
A soft chuckle can be heard as the man closes on top of the Bible into a fist, causing the veins on the back of his hand to become more visible due to the pressure he puts on it and the whiteness increases. We hear some harsh breathing from the man before he uses his other hand to reach for something on a table next to him, grabbing a glass of wine as he takes a few sips from it before placing it down upon the table while squeeing his fingers tightly against the glass fabric.
“Oh I know that nobody is going to hand me anything, they are too stubborn to realize the TRUTH behind these words, but then again even the soul of the most stubborn bull can be broken… All it takes is a little bit of patience and hope…”
The figure smirks as he pulls away some strands of hair from his face, revealing the tired face of the man they call Goth. A face of a man that has not slept for quite some time, yet gaze of acceptance can be seen oozing from his features.
“People no longer believe in miracles, even if you feed an entire nation with only a few pieces of fish and bread… Because their hunger can only satisfied by a few moments before I need to open my hands and produce another miracle. As if I am going to satisfy every drunk idiot by changing water into wine….”
His eyes cock to his free hand, gripping the glass tightly as we see the wine shake under it’s pressure before lifting it back towards his mouth as he takes another sip. He pushes the glass away from his face, gazes at the remaining substance inside of it as he casually shakes the glass from left to right.
“I have put my blood, sweat and tears into my career throughout the many years that I have competed. And yet you push me aside, as if you had found a different flavour of the month.”
We see thin lines increase around his eyes as he puts strain upon his face, grinding his teeth in anger as the sudden impact causes his arm to slightly tremble.
“It’s like HIS people that continually went their own way after THEIR Lord saved them from the clutches of the evil Pharoa… worshipping other Gods in HIS presence. And yet they always came crawling back towards HIM upon their hands and knees when life kicked dirt in their faces… Isn’t it ironic?? Don’t you think??”
He smirks, taking a final sip from the glass of wine before placing the glass down upon the table beside him and lets out a long sigh.
“Do you know what you have gotten yourself into Shawn??”
His voice lowers towards a controlled yet very angry tone, his eyes never leaving the glass as he now elegantly sways it from left to right.
“The Trailer Park Trash Messiah?? How cute, I guess the imagination of the human brain has evolved to a degree of filth, a possible degree of disappointment that gets a pat on the shoulder…. Telling the world that everybody can change…. Right??”
He cocks his head slightly towards the camera, smirking as he clearly is annoyed by talking bout his opponent.
“Will you be here still when things go bad Shawn?? Will you continue to resist all the temptations that people ATTEMPT to put upon me? Day by day, hopeful prayer to Sodom and Gomorra in the hope that someone besides a fat rat will hear them?? Oh of course you will think that I am just a deranged human being, that I am a nutcase preaching some lines from an ancient old book that nobody even knows that it exists.”
“But that’s the point my pompous imbecile friend, your clueless travels throughout the path of confusion has let you to the centre of the world. The Messiah of Pain, the one true definite answer of what is right and what is wrong…. The crossroad of life and death…. The limitations of where I grant you ever lasting peace, or drive your face into the pits of insanity. Oh yes Shawn, it is inevitable that I will dictate all that what is good…. And all because of someone else her passion of denying me the royalties of my kingdom.”
He spreads his hands, locking his fingers with each other as he waits for the strain to hit its peak before letting go.
“I am so determined to undo the wrong that has been done to me, to make the world remember why I hung on the cross and died for your sins. I would feel regret to see you fall for her temptations. That you would fall for her false promises of delving your face into the flesh of sinful desires, just like it happened to Justin Yorke… And where has fled to Shawn?? Where has he gone?? I till you where he fled to, he ran into the black hole of shame!! He fled into the imaginary world that he would be the greatest wrestler in the HISTORY of this profession. And yet, he ran away from his promises he made towards ME!!”
He smirks slightly.
“And now she no longer has a skirt to drop for a pretty face, no longer the desire to press her body into a stiff in the hopes of him one day falling in love with her. Love, how pitifull. An emotion that people confuse themselves for wanting to share the remainder of their lives with their better half. While all they have to do is devote their passion towardsME!!!”
“But I got the chance to change it all, just by crushing you underneath my boots. To tell you how much it hurts me more to hurt you with these hands, that I never wanted to put you in this predicament. And yet, I will enjoy the same anguish upon your face, because I will just imagine how badly the she devil will try to hide behind another excuse. The excuses that she can come up with is another reason why she is an excue to live and breath in the same oxygen that was meant for mE!!!”
He rubs the back of his hand across his mouth before letting out a sigh.
“Britt, I know you are listening. I know you can’t take your eyes off the GOD that you dispise. Hear my words and hear them well, I am going to crush this pathetic excuse of a human being. I will hold on to his lifeless body while crushing his windpipe. And I will stare into the camera, address your wrong doing while hurting him. Is that a shame that you can live with you cunt??”
“Oh no, don’t immediately assume the wrong behind my words. Because I only tell the truth, you are the slid that sucks in the light like a black hole and deserves nothing but the worst. And sending me a trailer park bum like Shawn is just like sending a mouse into a snake hole, wanting to watch him squirm for his life while realizing that the snake will devour him until there is no return. And that’s exactly what I am going to do to Shawn. I will take away every opportunity for him to breathe!!!!”
He squeezes his hands together, watching the skin colour to turn into pale white due to the pressure he puts on it
“Forgive me Father, because Shawn needs to suffer for his sins. Forgive me Father, because I do not seek for down his head into the pool of enlightenment. Because all I seek is pain, all I seek is regret and anguish. Because then and ONLY THEN I will get a step closer to the skank that I seek to crush between these two hands.”
He lets go off his hands as he stares at the palms of his hands before motioning for the camera to turn off the recording.