Post by Gregor Winter on Mar 8, 2023 9:38:06 GMT
The scene opens with a somewhat familiar face sitting all alone atop a piece of granite. He is dressed in a sleeveless white t-shirt that reads MODify on the front in black letters, and a pair of workout shorts. Sweat covers his face and drips down his well groomed ginger beard.
My entire life I lived under the thumb of other men. When I was a child it was my father who thought that children were nothing more than free labor and he worked my brothers and me like dogs. When I joined the Corps as a way to escape my life in Chicken it was my commanding officers that told me when I could eat, when I could sleep, and even when I could take a shit. They turned us into a band of brothers by beating us down until all we had was each other, but it didn’t take long for me to realize that I had run away from home just to end up in the arms of an entire branch of the military exactly like my father.
The man’s voice sounds familiar, but you just can’t quite put your finger on his identity.
Once I found my freedom I have to admit that I was lost in the world. Not know what to do with my life a chance encounter pushed me in the direction of becoming a professional wrestler. I had found my calling, but I was still lost in the world. I had been so accustomed to being a slave for other men that I had no idea how to make my own decisions, which is how I ended up on the Church of Crosse.
Suddenly it comes to you, this man is none other than Gregor Winter. His once wild hair and beard have been tamed, and his body has been transformed into that of a warrior.
Lucipher Crosse saw me for what I was, a weak man incapable of standing on his own, and he used that against me. He molded me into becoming to head of his army of disciples and I fell into the position with great passion. I thought that The Church was my salvation, and would be the salvation of so many other men and women, but soon I discovered the truth. The Church of Crosse was nothing more than an ego stroke for a sick and twisted man.
I should have ran away, but I felt trapped. It didn’t take watching people that pissed off Crosse having accident after accident to know that I was much safer in the cult than out. Then a miracle happened and Crosse had an accident of his own when his helicopter crashed landing on his private island. I had been set free, and more importantly every single member of the Church of Crosse has been set free, because I was the man left holding the keys to the kingdom.
Two weeks after the crash I called a gathering of the loyalist members of The Church to the grave site of the founder. I knew that they were expecting to hear a proclamation to the new Father of The Church of Crosse, but what they heard destroyed many of them to their very core. Standing atop the recently packed earth with a slab of granite that marked the final resting place of Lucipher Crosse, I lit the original copy of The Book of Crosse a blaze and threw it down to burn in front of their eyes.
Grown men tried to fight to extinguish the flame, but the were stopped by a force loyal to me. Women and children fell to their knees weeping, because the truth that they thought they had finally found was being destroyed in front of their very eyes. I will admit that it hurt me to watch them go through so much pain, because I’m not a heartless man, but I already knew what they had not yet come to realize, they were free.
When the book had burned to ash I finally addressed them explaining that The Church of Crosse was no more, and would never be again. That I would not lead them in a cult built upon lies, but I would more than happy to lead them in a new ministry built on The Truth. I told them all that day that if they would follow I would help them MODify their thinking, MODify their beliefs, and most importantly MODify their lives.
Most of those people did not follow, and I’ve heard that there are cults based on The Church of Crosse popping up all over the world. Those that did follow joined me in living in the tropical compound that was built by Lucifer Crosse, and we began our hard work to build our ministry. Every single morning we spend in the gym MODifying our bodies until we have each reached our maximum potential, then every afternoon we spend in studying any subject of interest to MODify our minds. It is the rigorous schedule that has us to create The Ministry of Destruction to destroy expectations, and MODify The World.
The reason I have made the decision to join this years Roulette is not to proselytize like some false profit, but to show that our way of thinking is working. I want to prove that the MOD model can create an athlete better equipped to call themselves IWF World Champion than any other anywhere in the world today. We are the next generation of warrior monks set to MODify the world of combat sports, and it all starts at High Stakes.
The scene fades to black.
My entire life I lived under the thumb of other men. When I was a child it was my father who thought that children were nothing more than free labor and he worked my brothers and me like dogs. When I joined the Corps as a way to escape my life in Chicken it was my commanding officers that told me when I could eat, when I could sleep, and even when I could take a shit. They turned us into a band of brothers by beating us down until all we had was each other, but it didn’t take long for me to realize that I had run away from home just to end up in the arms of an entire branch of the military exactly like my father.
The man’s voice sounds familiar, but you just can’t quite put your finger on his identity.
Once I found my freedom I have to admit that I was lost in the world. Not know what to do with my life a chance encounter pushed me in the direction of becoming a professional wrestler. I had found my calling, but I was still lost in the world. I had been so accustomed to being a slave for other men that I had no idea how to make my own decisions, which is how I ended up on the Church of Crosse.
Suddenly it comes to you, this man is none other than Gregor Winter. His once wild hair and beard have been tamed, and his body has been transformed into that of a warrior.
Lucipher Crosse saw me for what I was, a weak man incapable of standing on his own, and he used that against me. He molded me into becoming to head of his army of disciples and I fell into the position with great passion. I thought that The Church was my salvation, and would be the salvation of so many other men and women, but soon I discovered the truth. The Church of Crosse was nothing more than an ego stroke for a sick and twisted man.
I should have ran away, but I felt trapped. It didn’t take watching people that pissed off Crosse having accident after accident to know that I was much safer in the cult than out. Then a miracle happened and Crosse had an accident of his own when his helicopter crashed landing on his private island. I had been set free, and more importantly every single member of the Church of Crosse has been set free, because I was the man left holding the keys to the kingdom.
Two weeks after the crash I called a gathering of the loyalist members of The Church to the grave site of the founder. I knew that they were expecting to hear a proclamation to the new Father of The Church of Crosse, but what they heard destroyed many of them to their very core. Standing atop the recently packed earth with a slab of granite that marked the final resting place of Lucipher Crosse, I lit the original copy of The Book of Crosse a blaze and threw it down to burn in front of their eyes.
Grown men tried to fight to extinguish the flame, but the were stopped by a force loyal to me. Women and children fell to their knees weeping, because the truth that they thought they had finally found was being destroyed in front of their very eyes. I will admit that it hurt me to watch them go through so much pain, because I’m not a heartless man, but I already knew what they had not yet come to realize, they were free.
When the book had burned to ash I finally addressed them explaining that The Church of Crosse was no more, and would never be again. That I would not lead them in a cult built upon lies, but I would more than happy to lead them in a new ministry built on The Truth. I told them all that day that if they would follow I would help them MODify their thinking, MODify their beliefs, and most importantly MODify their lives.
Most of those people did not follow, and I’ve heard that there are cults based on The Church of Crosse popping up all over the world. Those that did follow joined me in living in the tropical compound that was built by Lucifer Crosse, and we began our hard work to build our ministry. Every single morning we spend in the gym MODifying our bodies until we have each reached our maximum potential, then every afternoon we spend in studying any subject of interest to MODify our minds. It is the rigorous schedule that has us to create The Ministry of Destruction to destroy expectations, and MODify The World.
The reason I have made the decision to join this years Roulette is not to proselytize like some false profit, but to show that our way of thinking is working. I want to prove that the MOD model can create an athlete better equipped to call themselves IWF World Champion than any other anywhere in the world today. We are the next generation of warrior monks set to MODify the world of combat sports, and it all starts at High Stakes.
The scene fades to black.
Well howdy there pardner.