Post by Revvie® on Mar 8, 2017 0:15:52 GMT -5
“I don’t see the point?”
Cecil
The current swirled around the rocks, swept them up, and weathered each stone. You might think that a profound statement is coming or some parallel; Shadow was too exhausted. His eyes only rolled (with the water of course) as a way to distract himself from his friends opinions.
“Yeaaaa, why the hell did we come out here again?
Cecil
“Please shut up.”
Rev.
“Or what,” he laughed, “you shut me up, and I might figure I can take flight.”
Cecil
Words breeched the Reverend’s teeth but, with lips pursed, he remained calm. As calm as Shadow will ever be. Cecil's giggling hit a wall of scream, and then a splash. The dunk had brought a pleasant silence over the situation, but soon his friend rumbled to the service.
Coughing, spitting, and then profanity; the golden triangle of nearly drowning(or something like that).
“What the hell man!?!?!?”
Cecil
“You may not be able to fly, but at least you can swim.”
Rev.
The Undertow
Part 1: A Walk to Forget
“Think of it as a baptism,” Shadow’s voice crested into a proud laugh, “you may have unclean thoughts in the coming days; take two hail Mary’s and call me in the morning.”
Rev.
Cecil slumped forward, wringing his shirt, and contemplating wringing his friend’s neck. Years kept them close, but life had left them bitter. Not bitter of each other, but the fact they both fell so far from their ideals; dreams.
“Sometimes I wonder if you were ever a religious man, but then I remember your damn rants. Not just the ones in the ring, but outside. Either way, you always manage to p*** me off.”
Cecil
“I don’t talk about it.”
Rev.
“You drag me back to take another ‘childhood walk’ with you, and then neglect the conversation portion of this? you know….the freaking talks??!!”
Cecil
Cecil stopped and glared at Reverend, both men in quiet gaze. Shadow saw a reflection of himself in his friend, but shook the vision.
“You had said you didn’t understand why I want to wrestle again.”
Rev.
Cecil smiled, turned, walked, and talked. “Yea, barring the fact last time I ended up the damn river for my trouble. Yea, I can’t believe you wanna go back to the same place that hung you from a damn cross, and drug you through the ashes of your past.”
Cecil
“I like this place,” Shadow didn’t want to think of those times, didn’t want to see that version of himself anymore. “Do you notice something different about it now?”
Rev.
The trail took them up to the cemetery, where their journey always came to an end. First the old section, and then the new lay across the street. Reverend found peace in not being alone, while also not being bothered. People are such bothersome creatures; Cecil is such a bothersome creature.
“I see tombstones man, that is all there has ever been.”
Cecil
“I see the history, the lives unlived, and forgotten. I see the potential wasted, and expended before passing.”
Rev.
“I see that you don’t really get it sometimes, for such a smawt guy, you sure seem to lose yourself in the deeper meaning of what could be, and less whatever the hell you’re doing right now.”
Cecil
Reverend didn’t retort. Maybe it was true, and maybe the reality was the now. It wasn’t something his mind considered often, but since he didn’t want to talk the past, maybe he should consider the present.
“Right now I’m pondering what to make of Mr. Tyson.”
Rev.
“Isn’t that like a brand of chicken or whatever.
Cecil
“He might be, but that’s why I am studying him.”
Rev.
Cecil paused for a moment; dumbfounded. “Sometimes I can’t tell if your being an a** or not listening to me.”
Cecil
“Always assume both. Back to the topic, rumors backstage talk of daddy issues.”
Rev.
“I swear to God, all of us have f***ing daddy issues. And…Since when did you start buying into the damn rumor mill. Not really your style.”
Cecil
“To illicit fear, one must find what that creature fears most. With that said, aside from one match that he lost, all I have is rumor. It’s a less than acceptable means, or honorable. However, honor is for saints, and soldiers…….”
The Undertow
Part 2: The Effigy
Later that night…
“This thing doesn’t look anything like that picture of Tyson you showed me.”
Cecil
“It’s me you twit”
Rev.
“Ahhhhh that explains why its so hideous. Ha, and apparently it was the bald version of you. Oh sweet Jesus, I would be born again to see you bald once more.”
Cecil
Reverend and Cecil stood in front of a strawman of the once great Savior of the WFWF. An image of a holy man with righteous eyes and heart of brimstone. That is what he saw in himself, in who he was, who a part of him still is. Shadow doesn’t believe, but the fires are stoked in his soul.
“The point is,” his inflection carried hard, “I have to make a sacrifice, a ritual to myself. Absolving me. A promise to myself.” Other promises were made, but lips tightened in their reflection.
Rev.
“Fine, ill play along, but after we start this fire I am going inside to get stuff for s’mores. Because it would be amazing to say I roasted a marshmallow off your bald head.”
Cecil
“As long as you shut the hell up.”
Rev.
Cecil nodded and bowed his head before the Reverend, as he had in their WFWF tenure. Shadow moved towards the strawman with a torch in one hand, and a lighter in the other. A click brought life to the flame, and the flame brought destruction.
Paying homage to what must be….
Sermon
My poor boy, you have such grand passions and ideas. Or so that is how it seems with all new members to a flock. So novel in their approach, and yet so absent minded in consequence of their actions, words, breath.
I feel as though I must properly introduce myself to you, I am your GOD. You may call me whatever name you wish, but fate falls when we step in that ring my dear boy. I am not your mother, your father, your priest, pastor, or weird uncle.
I will not be stepping in that ring to give you pain but, instead, you will be an object of relief for mine. You see years, scars, and an ability to survive the worst has made me a force. A force you are not ready for, and a force that you will only be lucky to ever truly go toe to toe with.
I won’t ramble on, because you don’t have enough credibility to bother more of my energy. Especially since the waste in the ring will be quite enough.
Amen
Cecil
The current swirled around the rocks, swept them up, and weathered each stone. You might think that a profound statement is coming or some parallel; Shadow was too exhausted. His eyes only rolled (with the water of course) as a way to distract himself from his friends opinions.
“Yeaaaa, why the hell did we come out here again?
Cecil
“Please shut up.”
Rev.
“Or what,” he laughed, “you shut me up, and I might figure I can take flight.”
Cecil
Words breeched the Reverend’s teeth but, with lips pursed, he remained calm. As calm as Shadow will ever be. Cecil's giggling hit a wall of scream, and then a splash. The dunk had brought a pleasant silence over the situation, but soon his friend rumbled to the service.
Coughing, spitting, and then profanity; the golden triangle of nearly drowning(or something like that).
“What the hell man!?!?!?”
Cecil
“You may not be able to fly, but at least you can swim.”
Rev.
The Undertow
Part 1: A Walk to Forget
“Think of it as a baptism,” Shadow’s voice crested into a proud laugh, “you may have unclean thoughts in the coming days; take two hail Mary’s and call me in the morning.”
Rev.
Cecil slumped forward, wringing his shirt, and contemplating wringing his friend’s neck. Years kept them close, but life had left them bitter. Not bitter of each other, but the fact they both fell so far from their ideals; dreams.
“Sometimes I wonder if you were ever a religious man, but then I remember your damn rants. Not just the ones in the ring, but outside. Either way, you always manage to p*** me off.”
Cecil
“I don’t talk about it.”
Rev.
“You drag me back to take another ‘childhood walk’ with you, and then neglect the conversation portion of this? you know….the freaking talks??!!”
Cecil
Cecil stopped and glared at Reverend, both men in quiet gaze. Shadow saw a reflection of himself in his friend, but shook the vision.
“You had said you didn’t understand why I want to wrestle again.”
Rev.
Cecil smiled, turned, walked, and talked. “Yea, barring the fact last time I ended up the damn river for my trouble. Yea, I can’t believe you wanna go back to the same place that hung you from a damn cross, and drug you through the ashes of your past.”
Cecil
“I like this place,” Shadow didn’t want to think of those times, didn’t want to see that version of himself anymore. “Do you notice something different about it now?”
Rev.
The trail took them up to the cemetery, where their journey always came to an end. First the old section, and then the new lay across the street. Reverend found peace in not being alone, while also not being bothered. People are such bothersome creatures; Cecil is such a bothersome creature.
“I see tombstones man, that is all there has ever been.”
Cecil
“I see the history, the lives unlived, and forgotten. I see the potential wasted, and expended before passing.”
Rev.
“I see that you don’t really get it sometimes, for such a smawt guy, you sure seem to lose yourself in the deeper meaning of what could be, and less whatever the hell you’re doing right now.”
Cecil
Reverend didn’t retort. Maybe it was true, and maybe the reality was the now. It wasn’t something his mind considered often, but since he didn’t want to talk the past, maybe he should consider the present.
“Right now I’m pondering what to make of Mr. Tyson.”
Rev.
“Isn’t that like a brand of chicken or whatever.
Cecil
“He might be, but that’s why I am studying him.”
Rev.
Cecil paused for a moment; dumbfounded. “Sometimes I can’t tell if your being an a** or not listening to me.”
Cecil
“Always assume both. Back to the topic, rumors backstage talk of daddy issues.”
Rev.
“I swear to God, all of us have f***ing daddy issues. And…Since when did you start buying into the damn rumor mill. Not really your style.”
Cecil
“To illicit fear, one must find what that creature fears most. With that said, aside from one match that he lost, all I have is rumor. It’s a less than acceptable means, or honorable. However, honor is for saints, and soldiers…….”
The Undertow
Part 2: The Effigy
Later that night…
“This thing doesn’t look anything like that picture of Tyson you showed me.”
Cecil
“It’s me you twit”
Rev.
“Ahhhhh that explains why its so hideous. Ha, and apparently it was the bald version of you. Oh sweet Jesus, I would be born again to see you bald once more.”
Cecil
Reverend and Cecil stood in front of a strawman of the once great Savior of the WFWF. An image of a holy man with righteous eyes and heart of brimstone. That is what he saw in himself, in who he was, who a part of him still is. Shadow doesn’t believe, but the fires are stoked in his soul.
“The point is,” his inflection carried hard, “I have to make a sacrifice, a ritual to myself. Absolving me. A promise to myself.” Other promises were made, but lips tightened in their reflection.
Rev.
“Fine, ill play along, but after we start this fire I am going inside to get stuff for s’mores. Because it would be amazing to say I roasted a marshmallow off your bald head.”
Cecil
“As long as you shut the hell up.”
Rev.
Cecil nodded and bowed his head before the Reverend, as he had in their WFWF tenure. Shadow moved towards the strawman with a torch in one hand, and a lighter in the other. A click brought life to the flame, and the flame brought destruction.
Paying homage to what must be….
Sermon
My poor boy, you have such grand passions and ideas. Or so that is how it seems with all new members to a flock. So novel in their approach, and yet so absent minded in consequence of their actions, words, breath.
I feel as though I must properly introduce myself to you, I am your GOD. You may call me whatever name you wish, but fate falls when we step in that ring my dear boy. I am not your mother, your father, your priest, pastor, or weird uncle.
I will not be stepping in that ring to give you pain but, instead, you will be an object of relief for mine. You see years, scars, and an ability to survive the worst has made me a force. A force you are not ready for, and a force that you will only be lucky to ever truly go toe to toe with.
I won’t ramble on, because you don’t have enough credibility to bother more of my energy. Especially since the waste in the ring will be quite enough.
Amen
