Post by Dre Cutler on Sept 20, 2013 1:47:08 GMT
The Catholic church in downtown Charleston is as beautiful as it is huge. In fact, it's such a monumental building, that many visiting Catholics make it a priority to visit when they come to Charleston. Although, fun fact, many of them never make it through the doors because prostitutes have set up shop on the sidewalk in front of the building. Many tourists leave without being able to take in the glory of this church, although many are blessed with STDS after their visit to the city. That's a fair trade off, right?
When the church is not holding a service, they leave their doors open to the general public. A lot of people come to pay their respects to Jesus Christ, others come because they need a place to sleep. This church doesn't discriminate. A huge statue of Jesus Christ on the cross sits at the back of the building. Many candles and smaller monuments and statues surround it, and from there the building branches out into about thirty rows of pews. The lighting is not too bright or dim, it's just right. The smells from the candles are not too strong or weak, they're just right. The temperature isn't too cold or hot, it's -- well, you get the idea by now.
Sitting in the third row from the stage, in the middle of the pew, is Killian Creed. It's about seven o'clock in the evening on a Thursday; in a rarity of sorts, he's the only individual in the church. He's wearing a pair of faded blue jeans and a black Metallica t-shirt, not really the clothing a person chooses when they go to a church. He's staring aimlessly at the huge statue in front of him.
Killian Creed: (mumbling) I'm so glad this statue is here to remind me, because I completely forgot that Jesus Christ died on a fucking cross. What a fucking stupid statue. A fucking waste of money, if you ask me.
It's interesting that Killian is in the building. He's not big on religion, as his language shows, but he's also not a big believer in God. He was raised a devout Catholic by his mother, but he never really bought into it. In fact, this is the first time he's stepped foot in this church, or any for that matter, in twenty years.
Killian Creed: (mumbling) Who needs religion anyway?
His disdain for churches and religion has a whole is one of the reasons he didn't attend his mother's funeral services, which were held in this building. That, and he was in prison, but he wouldn't have come even if he hadn't been locked up.
He's grasping a piece of a newspaper article in his right hand. It's crumbled and worn from being handled, showing that it is quite a few years old. He glances down at the article clinched in his hand before switching his gaze back to the enormous statue in front of him.
Killian Creed: I just -- ah, fuck it.. I knew this wasn't a good idea.
He gets to his feet and grabs his jacket off the bench, but a familiar voice stops him in his tracks.
Father Roy: Killian, dear boy, please don't leave, sit down.
Killian turns and watches as Father Roy limps towards him. Roy is an ancient old man; no one knows his age, but he's gotta be close to some kind of record or something. He's an old friend of the Creed family, and he's been taking care of this church forever, it seems like. Roy walks into the pew and plops down in the middle, motioning for Killian to sit next to him. Creed hesitates before placing his jacket down and taking a seat.
Father Roy: Gee, you've grown into a solid and strong young man. You're built like a tree trunk. How long's it been? Seems like ages ago.
Killian Creed: I don't know. It's been a long time, I guess.
Father Roy: Indeed it has, boy, indeed it has.
The conversation halts for a moment, although it never really started. Killian doesn't want to be there anymore, and Father Roy probably forgot how to put words into a sentence in mid-thought. The dude is really that old. But it comes back to him, as he sighs quietly while looking out at the statue in front of them.
Father Roy: But although it's been ages, I know you, Killian. If you're here, in this church, there's something that's really eating at you. And I want you to know that I am here for you, I'd love to talk whatever it is out with you.
Killian Creed: (clears his throat) I, I -- um, I don't know what I'm doing here, Father. I thought -- I don't know what I thought, to be honest. I -- I don't know. This isn't for me, you know? I thought the time was right...
Killian trails off in mid-sentence, leaving the Father in high anticipation for the rest of his thought. Instead, Killian shakes his head profusely and climbs to his feet. He grabs his jacket again and exits the pew. Father Roy stumbles to his feet and as if his words are an obstacle in his path, Killian stops immediately as soon as Roy opens his mouth.
Father Roy: I don't know what's on your mind, Killian. But I advise you to stop running away from it. If you're battling some internal demons or whatever, this is the place to air them out.
Killian looks at Father Roy, then he looks at the statue of Jesus Christ. He shakes his head softly before responding.
Killian Creed: Not today, Father. Not today...
Killian once more rushes towards the exit of the church. He reaches the confession booth on his way and momentarily stops. He looks at the booth, his eyes twitching as he thinks things through over and over again.
Killian Creed: (whispering) Not today...
While Killian battles his demons at the confession booth, Father Roy notices a piece of a newspaper on the bench. He picks it up and quietly reads the headline to himself.
Father Roy: (mumbling) Local man found guilty...
He trails off in mid-sentence; a black-and-white picture of Killian stares back at him from the article. Someone, most likely Killian, has circled the word "guilty" repeatedly with a red ink pen. Father Roy quickly looks up to say something to Killian, but Killian is gone -- and all he sees are the big church doors slowly closing...
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A person should never stop trying to improve. It's impossible to be perfect, but it's only right to try to come as close to it as humanly possible. When someone reaches the top of professional wrestling mountain, it's more important than ever to work hard and improve because when you're at the top, everyone's gunning for you. No one's guaranteed anything in this world, something I've learned myself many times over the years. My point to all of this is that I consider it my job to continue improving as a person, and as a wrestler, as long as there is air in my lungs. My comeback to professional wrestling has been a monumental success so far; I've won both of my matches, and not to boast, but I feel I won the matches easily. I've out-wrestled, out-witted, and quite frankly, I've simply out-preformed my opponents. But does that mean I should let up on my training? Does that mean I should take it easy? Absolutely not. If I'm going to be the best wrestler today, I have a hell of a lot of work to do. And unfortunately, Father Time is hot on my heels, so if I'm going to do it -- I have to do it now.
Unfortunately for my opponents this week, that means I'm going to bring the pain. You see, I have a triple-threat match against Cronos King and Ace Black. Now, I'm pretty confident those are the names of people, but I very well could be wrestling a deck of cards with names like King and Ace, so the verdict is still out on that one. I guess I'll have to wait to find out for sure at Extreme Endurance. No, seriously, I don't know who these guys are and I'm pretty sure they don't know who I am, so I guess we'll kick each other's asses for our introductions, eh?
While I don't know these men personally, I have attempted to do a bit of research. Only an ignorant fool goes into a fight without conducting some research, right? Anyway, apparently, you, Mr. Cronos King, are a former actor. I'm sorry, but starring in homemade pornographic movies with your sister and attempting to sell them at your parent's yard sale doesn't really make you an "actor." Kind of just makes you a sick freak, you know? But apparently you have multiple personalities or some shit, so I guess you fit the bill.
I hope you bring everything you have this week, Cronos. After all, it if your first match in IWF and you may be a fool, but even you understand how important it is to get off on the right foot. You're most likely going to get choked out regardless of what you bring to the table, but it is an expectation of mine that you'll give Ace and I all you have in this contest. If I'm to reach the top of the proverbial wrestling mountain, I have to be able to beat people at their best, Cronos. So, bring it this week and perhaps I'll let go of the Rear Naked Choke before I turn your brain into a rotten vegetable.
As for you Ace Black, you seem like a decent dude. Of course, having Canadian in your blood is like having a dirty vagina. It's not good, and could lead to infection. But from what I can find out about you, you're one for the hardcore style of wrestling; you enjoy staples, thumbtacks, etc. I respect that -- I really do, and while I'm not sure about Cronos, I know you're going to be a formidable opponent this week. Unfortunately your career here is going to begin with a loss, but I hope it doesn't discourage you too much, Ace. I think you have a bright future in this company; not as bright as mine, but brighter than Joe Everyman's. Well, let's face it, Cronos' gaped sister has a brighter future than Joe Everyman.
Okay, all joking aside, let's break it this week, gentlemen. We may be on the pre-show, but that only means that the fans will be able to watch our match for free. It's our jobs to put on an epic battle that will make them want to purchase the pay-per-view. Some people may be upset with a pre-show match, but not this guy. I'm just happy to be able to do what I love for a living. But while I like to laugh and joke every now and again when I address my opponents, I assure you two that you're in for one hell of a battle this week. The name of the event is Extreme Endurance -- I guess we'll have to see who can outlast the others, won't we?
The only question that remains is: which one of you two will get choked out this week? I'll let you guys decide.
When the church is not holding a service, they leave their doors open to the general public. A lot of people come to pay their respects to Jesus Christ, others come because they need a place to sleep. This church doesn't discriminate. A huge statue of Jesus Christ on the cross sits at the back of the building. Many candles and smaller monuments and statues surround it, and from there the building branches out into about thirty rows of pews. The lighting is not too bright or dim, it's just right. The smells from the candles are not too strong or weak, they're just right. The temperature isn't too cold or hot, it's -- well, you get the idea by now.
Sitting in the third row from the stage, in the middle of the pew, is Killian Creed. It's about seven o'clock in the evening on a Thursday; in a rarity of sorts, he's the only individual in the church. He's wearing a pair of faded blue jeans and a black Metallica t-shirt, not really the clothing a person chooses when they go to a church. He's staring aimlessly at the huge statue in front of him.
Killian Creed: (mumbling) I'm so glad this statue is here to remind me, because I completely forgot that Jesus Christ died on a fucking cross. What a fucking stupid statue. A fucking waste of money, if you ask me.
It's interesting that Killian is in the building. He's not big on religion, as his language shows, but he's also not a big believer in God. He was raised a devout Catholic by his mother, but he never really bought into it. In fact, this is the first time he's stepped foot in this church, or any for that matter, in twenty years.
Killian Creed: (mumbling) Who needs religion anyway?
His disdain for churches and religion has a whole is one of the reasons he didn't attend his mother's funeral services, which were held in this building. That, and he was in prison, but he wouldn't have come even if he hadn't been locked up.
He's grasping a piece of a newspaper article in his right hand. It's crumbled and worn from being handled, showing that it is quite a few years old. He glances down at the article clinched in his hand before switching his gaze back to the enormous statue in front of him.
Killian Creed: I just -- ah, fuck it.. I knew this wasn't a good idea.
He gets to his feet and grabs his jacket off the bench, but a familiar voice stops him in his tracks.
Father Roy: Killian, dear boy, please don't leave, sit down.
Killian turns and watches as Father Roy limps towards him. Roy is an ancient old man; no one knows his age, but he's gotta be close to some kind of record or something. He's an old friend of the Creed family, and he's been taking care of this church forever, it seems like. Roy walks into the pew and plops down in the middle, motioning for Killian to sit next to him. Creed hesitates before placing his jacket down and taking a seat.
Father Roy: Gee, you've grown into a solid and strong young man. You're built like a tree trunk. How long's it been? Seems like ages ago.
Killian Creed: I don't know. It's been a long time, I guess.
Father Roy: Indeed it has, boy, indeed it has.
The conversation halts for a moment, although it never really started. Killian doesn't want to be there anymore, and Father Roy probably forgot how to put words into a sentence in mid-thought. The dude is really that old. But it comes back to him, as he sighs quietly while looking out at the statue in front of them.
Father Roy: But although it's been ages, I know you, Killian. If you're here, in this church, there's something that's really eating at you. And I want you to know that I am here for you, I'd love to talk whatever it is out with you.
Killian Creed: (clears his throat) I, I -- um, I don't know what I'm doing here, Father. I thought -- I don't know what I thought, to be honest. I -- I don't know. This isn't for me, you know? I thought the time was right...
Killian trails off in mid-sentence, leaving the Father in high anticipation for the rest of his thought. Instead, Killian shakes his head profusely and climbs to his feet. He grabs his jacket again and exits the pew. Father Roy stumbles to his feet and as if his words are an obstacle in his path, Killian stops immediately as soon as Roy opens his mouth.
Father Roy: I don't know what's on your mind, Killian. But I advise you to stop running away from it. If you're battling some internal demons or whatever, this is the place to air them out.
Killian looks at Father Roy, then he looks at the statue of Jesus Christ. He shakes his head softly before responding.
Killian Creed: Not today, Father. Not today...
Killian once more rushes towards the exit of the church. He reaches the confession booth on his way and momentarily stops. He looks at the booth, his eyes twitching as he thinks things through over and over again.
Killian Creed: (whispering) Not today...
While Killian battles his demons at the confession booth, Father Roy notices a piece of a newspaper on the bench. He picks it up and quietly reads the headline to himself.
Father Roy: (mumbling) Local man found guilty...
He trails off in mid-sentence; a black-and-white picture of Killian stares back at him from the article. Someone, most likely Killian, has circled the word "guilty" repeatedly with a red ink pen. Father Roy quickly looks up to say something to Killian, but Killian is gone -- and all he sees are the big church doors slowly closing...
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A person should never stop trying to improve. It's impossible to be perfect, but it's only right to try to come as close to it as humanly possible. When someone reaches the top of professional wrestling mountain, it's more important than ever to work hard and improve because when you're at the top, everyone's gunning for you. No one's guaranteed anything in this world, something I've learned myself many times over the years. My point to all of this is that I consider it my job to continue improving as a person, and as a wrestler, as long as there is air in my lungs. My comeback to professional wrestling has been a monumental success so far; I've won both of my matches, and not to boast, but I feel I won the matches easily. I've out-wrestled, out-witted, and quite frankly, I've simply out-preformed my opponents. But does that mean I should let up on my training? Does that mean I should take it easy? Absolutely not. If I'm going to be the best wrestler today, I have a hell of a lot of work to do. And unfortunately, Father Time is hot on my heels, so if I'm going to do it -- I have to do it now.
Unfortunately for my opponents this week, that means I'm going to bring the pain. You see, I have a triple-threat match against Cronos King and Ace Black. Now, I'm pretty confident those are the names of people, but I very well could be wrestling a deck of cards with names like King and Ace, so the verdict is still out on that one. I guess I'll have to wait to find out for sure at Extreme Endurance. No, seriously, I don't know who these guys are and I'm pretty sure they don't know who I am, so I guess we'll kick each other's asses for our introductions, eh?
While I don't know these men personally, I have attempted to do a bit of research. Only an ignorant fool goes into a fight without conducting some research, right? Anyway, apparently, you, Mr. Cronos King, are a former actor. I'm sorry, but starring in homemade pornographic movies with your sister and attempting to sell them at your parent's yard sale doesn't really make you an "actor." Kind of just makes you a sick freak, you know? But apparently you have multiple personalities or some shit, so I guess you fit the bill.
I hope you bring everything you have this week, Cronos. After all, it if your first match in IWF and you may be a fool, but even you understand how important it is to get off on the right foot. You're most likely going to get choked out regardless of what you bring to the table, but it is an expectation of mine that you'll give Ace and I all you have in this contest. If I'm to reach the top of the proverbial wrestling mountain, I have to be able to beat people at their best, Cronos. So, bring it this week and perhaps I'll let go of the Rear Naked Choke before I turn your brain into a rotten vegetable.
As for you Ace Black, you seem like a decent dude. Of course, having Canadian in your blood is like having a dirty vagina. It's not good, and could lead to infection. But from what I can find out about you, you're one for the hardcore style of wrestling; you enjoy staples, thumbtacks, etc. I respect that -- I really do, and while I'm not sure about Cronos, I know you're going to be a formidable opponent this week. Unfortunately your career here is going to begin with a loss, but I hope it doesn't discourage you too much, Ace. I think you have a bright future in this company; not as bright as mine, but brighter than Joe Everyman's. Well, let's face it, Cronos' gaped sister has a brighter future than Joe Everyman.
Okay, all joking aside, let's break it this week, gentlemen. We may be on the pre-show, but that only means that the fans will be able to watch our match for free. It's our jobs to put on an epic battle that will make them want to purchase the pay-per-view. Some people may be upset with a pre-show match, but not this guy. I'm just happy to be able to do what I love for a living. But while I like to laugh and joke every now and again when I address my opponents, I assure you two that you're in for one hell of a battle this week. The name of the event is Extreme Endurance -- I guess we'll have to see who can outlast the others, won't we?
The only question that remains is: which one of you two will get choked out this week? I'll let you guys decide.
Well howdy there pardner.