Post by Eddie D. on Jul 25, 2018 21:42:57 GMT
Chains hang down from an old wooden support beam erriely clanging against one another. Humidity drips down the stone walls like sweat from a pore. This was a place of nightmares and reinvention. This was where the worthy were tested and where the weak were rejected. This is where Bob Pooler suffered for his hubris.
”Eye for an eye. Tooth for a tooth. That is the WORD of the LORD! That is what Bob Pooler is after…”
A hooded figure with a painted face slowly takes hold of the chains, sliding his palm down them with a grin.
”You wish to exact revenge on me, Mr. Pooler? You wish to do unto me as I did unto you? Funnily by reporting me to authorities I don’t answer to. I don’t work for the Imperial Wrestling Federation. They don’t pay me. I am here because the LORD is here. I do as he asks. It was nothing personally when I brought you home. I didn’t enjoy torturing you. But I don’t question the will of the LORD. So when he told me to take you, to torture you, to keep you down here for weeks…”
“I did as I was commanded as Noah before me.”
“To question the LORD is to court death! I don’t wish to see the afterlife just yet. Perhaps you do, Mr. Pooler. Perhaps you’re ready to see what lays beyond the veil. Perhaps you’re tired of your meaningless life and wish for me to put you out of your misery. After all how fulfilling is it being you?”
His grin spreads wider as he lets the question hang out there.
”A life long follower. A life long failure. It wasn’t until the LORD took you under his wing that you found some direction. It wasn’t until the LORD took notice that you found your inner strength. It wasn’t until you turned your back on GOD that Bob Pooler stopped being an after thought.”
“You should thank him.”
“Instead you rally against the LORD like the blind sheep you are! You speak fallacies about him, question his power, fight him, you essentially beg him to notice you again. Well he noticed Mr. Pooler. He heard your prayers. He sees the once great warrior wasting his life from behind a screen pretending to be a hero.”
“A gamer.”
The Oracle scoofs in the dimly lit basement.
”YOU WERE AMONG THE FIRST CHOSEN!”
“Before the Age of Gods there was the Age of X! The LORD took you specifically under his wing and offered you eternity. Instead you chose to follow some foolish dream of being an internet personality who plays video games! VIDEO GAMES!? There is a world out there, a real world, one which the LORD gifted to you! A world to roam, to see, a world to enjoy! But Mr. Pooler chooses to enjoy a simulated reality where he is everything he ever wished he could be.”
“You’re an imbecile.”
“A disgrace.”
“A man child who found himself in the right place at the right time and finally secured himself some gold in the IWF. Well congratulations Mr. Pooler on finally harnessing all that potential the LORD saw in you. Congratulations on becoming a champion for the first time in this company after FIVE LONG YEARS. Congratulations on finally proving your twelve hundred followers correct.”
“Mr. Pooler is good enough.”
“But good enough isn’t going to be enough. I’m on a mission from GOD this Sunday Night at Lineage. A night that will see the Father slay the Son, the Saint slay the Sinner, The Oracle will slay the TRAITOR! The Age of Gods has only just begun and I will do what the LORD should have done four years ago.”
“I will end you.”
Oracle leans into the two chains holding them in his hands, sort of hanging.
”And what is truly wonderful is that no one will even notice that you’re gone, Mr. Pooler. The same way no one noticed that you’d been taken, tortured and abused. That is how much you matter to this company, this world and most importantly to your family. Robert Pooler vanished off the face of the Earth for fourteen days and not a single person cared.”
“You’re truly worthless.”
“The definition of a waste of flesh. How does it feel knowing your friends and family couldn’t have cared less about where you were or how you were doing? How does it feel knowing you could disappear and not a single soul would notice? How does it feel being the most meaningless person in the entirety of this company despite your success?”
“Probably pretty normal.”
“That is the tag line of the Robert Pooler Documentary.”
“Worthless.”
“And at Lineage I will wipe you from the face of this Earth and take the StrongStyle Championship. I will bring it home to the Age of Gods and we will hold every single male championship this company has to offer. I will make the championship matter. I will do what you could not and be a focal point of a company I don’t even work for. Mr. Pooler, in short I will be the man and the champion you always wished you could be. The one you play in video games. The one you dream about.”
“And don’t lie Mr. Pooler, you and I both know you dream about me. Our private moments together, the things I did to you, the things you did for me…”
He closes his eyes for a moment reliving the torture of Bob Pooler.
”I can’t wait to get my hands on you again.”
His eyes open, an evil glint reflects from the single light bulb in the room.
”REJOICE! For your sacrifice will be an important chapter in the Gospel of GOD! Your punishment will be legendary! Your defeat at my hands will be ECSTASY! I will enjoy witnessing the life leave your eyes, Mr. Pooler but most of all…”
“I’ll miss the way you scream.”
His final words linger as he steps directly into the camera and we fade to black.
”Eye for an eye. Tooth for a tooth. That is the WORD of the LORD! That is what Bob Pooler is after…”
A hooded figure with a painted face slowly takes hold of the chains, sliding his palm down them with a grin.
”You wish to exact revenge on me, Mr. Pooler? You wish to do unto me as I did unto you? Funnily by reporting me to authorities I don’t answer to. I don’t work for the Imperial Wrestling Federation. They don’t pay me. I am here because the LORD is here. I do as he asks. It was nothing personally when I brought you home. I didn’t enjoy torturing you. But I don’t question the will of the LORD. So when he told me to take you, to torture you, to keep you down here for weeks…”
“I did as I was commanded as Noah before me.”
“To question the LORD is to court death! I don’t wish to see the afterlife just yet. Perhaps you do, Mr. Pooler. Perhaps you’re ready to see what lays beyond the veil. Perhaps you’re tired of your meaningless life and wish for me to put you out of your misery. After all how fulfilling is it being you?”
His grin spreads wider as he lets the question hang out there.
”A life long follower. A life long failure. It wasn’t until the LORD took you under his wing that you found some direction. It wasn’t until the LORD took notice that you found your inner strength. It wasn’t until you turned your back on GOD that Bob Pooler stopped being an after thought.”
“You should thank him.”
“Instead you rally against the LORD like the blind sheep you are! You speak fallacies about him, question his power, fight him, you essentially beg him to notice you again. Well he noticed Mr. Pooler. He heard your prayers. He sees the once great warrior wasting his life from behind a screen pretending to be a hero.”
“A gamer.”
The Oracle scoofs in the dimly lit basement.
”YOU WERE AMONG THE FIRST CHOSEN!”
“Before the Age of Gods there was the Age of X! The LORD took you specifically under his wing and offered you eternity. Instead you chose to follow some foolish dream of being an internet personality who plays video games! VIDEO GAMES!? There is a world out there, a real world, one which the LORD gifted to you! A world to roam, to see, a world to enjoy! But Mr. Pooler chooses to enjoy a simulated reality where he is everything he ever wished he could be.”
“You’re an imbecile.”
“A disgrace.”
“A man child who found himself in the right place at the right time and finally secured himself some gold in the IWF. Well congratulations Mr. Pooler on finally harnessing all that potential the LORD saw in you. Congratulations on becoming a champion for the first time in this company after FIVE LONG YEARS. Congratulations on finally proving your twelve hundred followers correct.”
“Mr. Pooler is good enough.”
“But good enough isn’t going to be enough. I’m on a mission from GOD this Sunday Night at Lineage. A night that will see the Father slay the Son, the Saint slay the Sinner, The Oracle will slay the TRAITOR! The Age of Gods has only just begun and I will do what the LORD should have done four years ago.”
“I will end you.”
Oracle leans into the two chains holding them in his hands, sort of hanging.
”And what is truly wonderful is that no one will even notice that you’re gone, Mr. Pooler. The same way no one noticed that you’d been taken, tortured and abused. That is how much you matter to this company, this world and most importantly to your family. Robert Pooler vanished off the face of the Earth for fourteen days and not a single person cared.”
“You’re truly worthless.”
“The definition of a waste of flesh. How does it feel knowing your friends and family couldn’t have cared less about where you were or how you were doing? How does it feel knowing you could disappear and not a single soul would notice? How does it feel being the most meaningless person in the entirety of this company despite your success?”
“Probably pretty normal.”
“That is the tag line of the Robert Pooler Documentary.”
“Worthless.”
“And at Lineage I will wipe you from the face of this Earth and take the StrongStyle Championship. I will bring it home to the Age of Gods and we will hold every single male championship this company has to offer. I will make the championship matter. I will do what you could not and be a focal point of a company I don’t even work for. Mr. Pooler, in short I will be the man and the champion you always wished you could be. The one you play in video games. The one you dream about.”
“And don’t lie Mr. Pooler, you and I both know you dream about me. Our private moments together, the things I did to you, the things you did for me…”
He closes his eyes for a moment reliving the torture of Bob Pooler.
”I can’t wait to get my hands on you again.”
His eyes open, an evil glint reflects from the single light bulb in the room.
”REJOICE! For your sacrifice will be an important chapter in the Gospel of GOD! Your punishment will be legendary! Your defeat at my hands will be ECSTASY! I will enjoy witnessing the life leave your eyes, Mr. Pooler but most of all…”
“I’ll miss the way you scream.”
His final words linger as he steps directly into the camera and we fade to black.
Well howdy there pardner.