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A Lone Candlelight
Tweet Topic Started: Sep 9 2012, 02:27 PM (111 Views)
Jackfmaster Sep 9 2012, 02:27 PM Post #1

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A large, empty church is seen. Illuminated only by a large, burning candle positioned on a table in front of the pews, the sacred house gives off an aura of eeriness and foreboding. Thunder is heard echoing outside, as raindrops hit like bullets on the roof. It's truly a strange and unnerving sight to behold, characterized by a serene silence, save for the raindrops that echo across the great chapel. So it is truly a bewildering change when the silence is broken by the sound of a pair of great oak doors echoing, followed by the sound of footsteps echoing. The footsteps grow louder and louder, as the silhouette of a broad shouldered, weary looking man, is seen. Eventually, the footsteps stop as the silhouette enters the candlelight. In the haunting, orange glow of the candle, the silhouette is revealed to be none other than Joey McArthur, a once undefeated, former 2011 King Of Wrestling, and one of UWF's most despised wrestlers. Dressed in his best Sunday suit, which appears to be covered in mothballs, as well as a fine, black leather cowboy hat, McArthur looks around the house of God, observing the stained glass windows, and turning his attention to the large, intimidating organ at the front of the room. Taking a deep breath, which he releases as a heavy sigh, he walks forward towards the front of the room, his walk down the aisle as distinct, if not more humble, than his walk down the ramp of a UWF show, and crouches down on his knees by the table in front of the pews. He straightens his hat and suit, places his elbows on the table, and clears his throat, before cupping his hands together in prayer and saying:

McArthur: Bless me Lord, for I have sinned. I have rejected your guidance and protection for too long, and I want it back. Remember, Lord, when I got into the You Dubya Eff? I musta talked to ya for at least two hours that day. Musta made a buncha starvin' children sad that day, without your help, but I knew that you were too happy for me to notice. At long last, one of your chosen children would rise above all else and become a wrasslin' sensation! Even when I was goin' through a divorce, losin' my kids, and not even getting on TV, I never lost my faith in you, for I knew that one day, you would repay my hard work and struggle. And soon enough, I was dominatin' the You Dubya Eff. Dark as my days at home were, when I was in that ring, I was untouchable. You remember, Lord, dontcha? The day I became the 2011 You Dubya Eff King Of Wrasslin'? I know I do. That night, laying alone in my hotel room, I got out of bed, I dropped to my knees, and I weeped. Me, a grown man, an undefeated man, a King among men, weeped, for I was humbled. I knew at that very moment that I had grew nearer to the promised land. And, best of all, I knew that I, above all other men, was destined for greatness at your hands. I mean, not even your boy Jesus was ever King Of Wrasslin', was he? I knew that when I became the You Dubya Eff Heavyweight Champion of The World, I would hold that belt in honor of you, Gawd.

Joey then sits in awe of his own accomplishments, before grabbing a nearby Bible and bludgeoning himself with it over the head repeatedly. After hitting himself at least ten times, he grabs his own right arm and holds it up to the candlelight in awe. Tears stream down his face, before he clears his throat and continues, his voice noticeably cracking as he begins speaking.

McArthur: Forgive me Gawd, for the injuries I have afflicted on myself with your almighty book, but I can't help but remember that night, and the weakness I showed afterwards. I know that the events that followed weren't the most respectable: Makin' an ass out of myself in front of the Governor of Texas at my own Mission Accomplished ceremony, going to a draw with Dean James, losin' the Brawl For It All at the hands of that big ape, and then finally...... But I now see the error of my ways! I now see that when I became King Of Wrasslin', I became a sinner! I no longer welcomed you with open arms, but I grew fat and complacent off of your love, and that ain't right, damnit! I shoulda continued to show my dedication to you, even after becoming the King Of Wrasslin'! Maybe then I would be the You Dubya Eff World Champion. Maybe then I would remain undefeated. Maybe then I wouldn't be in this whole Goddang hellhole, on my knees like a peasant, shoutin' to the sky like a Damned idiot!

At this outburst, Joey lets out a raspy gasp, clutching his hands over his mouth. He then reaches longingly for the Bible nearby, intending to inflict further injury upon himself, but he shows great restraint, and drops his hands, cupping them once again in prayer and breathing heavily as tears stream down his face like the raindrops that batter the roof outside. He then continues after a minute or so:

McArthur: Maybe I should just get to the point, Gawd. I seek your blessing, for I must go down a low road once more. At Seven Deadly Sins, I will stoop the level of a brute and a sinner, when I face that Russian Devil that is Bore-Us Nesh-Key-Bov in an I Quit match! I will do terrible, terrible things to that heathen, Lord, and I hope to do them with you by my side. For I know in my heart and soul, Gawd, that with your blessing and your forgiveness, I will never utter the words "I Quit". That match means more to me then winning some belt. That win would mean more than my win on Underground last week! Ugh, did you see it, Lord? Me and that... that slut, Rebecca Turner, teaming up and winning! Ugh! That win will be forever tainted in your eyes, I'm sure, but I will avenge that. But I'm gonna level with ya, Gawd. The only way I can win is with your help, and your support. So whaddya say, Gawd? You and me, just like old times?

Joey then listens around eagerly, but hears nothing but the sound of rain pittering and pattering above. His face drops slightly, before he continues:

McArthur: Ok, ok, what if I made this real simple: If you won't help me in my match against Bore-Us, say no. Otherwise, that means yes, you will.

Joey listens around the empty and desolate church eagerly, awaiting some sort of negative response, a smile growing on his face. After about a minute or so, he suddenly hops to his feet eagerly, dancing around like a madman.

McArthur: Yipee! Yee haw! He said yes! He said yes! You'll see Gawd, you'll see! I will make that big ape say I Quit, oh yes I will! With you at my side, we can move mountains! Yipee! Yee haw!

As Joey skips excitedly, shouting "He said yes! He said yes!" at the top of his lungs, the candlelight begins to dim. As the great oak doors open, a sudden gust of wind enters the church, extinguishing the lone candle of it's light, and leaving the sacred church in a state of darkness and uncertainty.
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