Post by Revvie® on Feb 23, 2007 9:34:41 GMT -5
Exodus 3:14
And God said unto Moses, I AM THAT I AM: and he said, Thus shalt thou say unto the children of Israel, I AM hath sent me unto you.
[x]-[X]-[x]-[X]-[x]-[X]-[x]
Visions of _________
A story as old as time, a battle that continues to this day. No, not that of good and evil but that of men. We all attempt to justify our means of stopping so called injustice. But the true injustice of it all is we don’t see the truth that lies beneath the skins of all who breathe. This is the true world, the true battle has never been of right and wrong but of opinion and so we watch in horror as opinions slowly eradicate one another. Though so many have perished and shall continue to parish for their beliefs, it will not stop, it shall never truly stop. But this war is an old war and one predicted long ago by all who existed outside the parameters of normality. People burned, people shot, heads upon steaks, and drowning for all should be the true anthem of our time. We are a people divided and a world bent on internal combustion, but again all was written and all shall come to pass. Some despised for peace, some for war, some for thoughts, some for lack their of, and we all are despised for our hypocrisy and no one can claim to be of none at all.
This story begins like all stories, of two men on two paths of similar design. Both men equally hardworking, both men equally talented, and both men with a destination that they do not truly understand. When appearances seem so obvious is when one should look upon not the outside but instead upon the man within. Reverend Shadow, a man of the cloth, a hard worker, a former tag champion, and a Co-Owner of WFWF. Obo, a violent and sadistic individual, hell bent on winning, former Tag and Hamshank (International) Champion, and a self proclaimed anti-christ. I’m sure we can see where this is going, but do we really see it all truly. Obo is a man we have seen time and time again show within himself a heart and love for another human being. Though this is minute, it still exists. Reverend shows not true humility for another man except that of punishment and forced penance for their so called sins. Both men devoid of what their destiny truly is and both men wandering aimless into the abyss that will be Ascension.
Armageddon will happen at Ascension, it will be fought by these two men who both unknowingly are fighting for the side they so desperately wish to destroy. With power and accomplishment is soon after followed by ignorance and blind beliefs. God and the Devil will not be present that day, only men and differences and that is the real war. Only through resolution, will we achieve absolution.
[x]-[X]-[x]-[X]-[x]-[X]-[x]
__Chapter #1: Origin of Blind Faith__
Waves of blood rose high in the distance as they crashed upon my insides with a violent and thunderous multitude that sent me toppling backwards. I shattered my skull and the bone fragments ran into the see of blood with immense pleasure to be releases of my broken and fallen forever. The feeling of despair was not present but that of great joy stood just out of reach while I struggled for a taste of the bread. Bread that the elders had broken and wine they had spilled into their mouths for the blood and body were would soon dwell within them. Corruption? Distinction? Transcendence? No, only evolution of spirit that was yet at completion. True inadequacies of a death long ago and a death to still take place. Frightened into submission of my lies and cries that will be unheard for centuries, only to be seen in museums and gawked at by the meaningless mass of human waste that is, was, and will be mankind. A myth appeared within my reach and stood face to face with the mirror of my reflection and shunned me with great impotence.
Myth: Scream your wishes and let go your needs, become your envy and let go your madness. Failed seizure of ones mind only to find cuts of organs melded into to fleshy instruments playing a song so silent that all will hear it. Waxy substances pore from your veins as you mold your life from the uncertainty of true existence.
“Decree not my sins but my faith, I am but one of many to conceive and receive the truths that is spoken within every generation. Judge me not fool for you know nothing of true life but only of figurative one that dwells beneath the reaches of infinity.”
His vomit projected upon my skin and fluttered within my bowels as I spewed for from every orifice the fowl stench of his lies. He devoured the aroma of my hypocrisy and ingested every enlightened thought that came forth from the universe that surrounded us.
Myth: You valiantly struggle for absolution, so naïve are you to the ways of the old. You know nothing of true knowledge of this world and what lies and lurks in the shadows but I, a man unknown to you but understood and realized by all, can show you the errors and put right the falsity of this lie.
Lesions and sores began to spring up upon the mist that engulfed the forest that now stood upon the stars and the dark sky that we stood upon. I hovered about it all in awe as he took my hand and we journeyed through time and space and found but only hollow and empty shells of men and women of all species and life. This was the truth death, life itself, reality as we know it was the true and only death that I could see within it all.
“But what of my fight with the man who calls upon himself as an ascended being? What of the minute battle that will take place that day? Will it not take place for a reason? Is it all but a fluke of my own patience in the grand scheme of my unknown?”
Myth: Concerned with innocent and pathetic attempt as self-absolution. You see not the whole but of the puzzle piece before for you. You flip about in utter compliment of the gaze that mankind dwells with purpose and destiny. But what of accidents, what of extinction, and what of that world you call your soul?
[x]-[X]-[x]-[X]-[x]-[X]-[x]
__Chapter #2: Reality is only in Perception__
The nightmares were getting worse and though my career was in the good, my life was not and seemed it never could be. I was abandoned by Sarah by my own self-absorbed actions once again and found myself dwelling on the nightmares that plagued me every night since I came back and was given partner ownership. I wasn’t sure where the dreams ended and true reality began most of the time. It all seemed so real to me and there was not escape from the visions and all the stuff I kept seeing. I remember a night, sitting at home reading silently within my bed before I went to sleep. It became very odd in the room suddenly and I remember the faint smell of ash and mold. A combo that still irks me to this very day and I cannot seem to remake the scent and nor understand why I knew it was such. But the real oddity that transpired was the within the drapes. The window was not open, but they began to swell and release until suddenly they took human form within the swelling wind. Its shape was distinctive and I knew it all to well, had I not I may have written it off quickly as a delusion. I stood up quickly and stood face to face to shadowy mold of the man that I would meet once again at Ascension. When I went to grab for what I thought to be Obo intruding into my quarters, I found only air and floor as I smashed against the ground. The bruises upon my arms were minimal though were distinctive in color and were reminders of what I consider, still to this day, that I am losing my mind.
My perception of the way time worked had also begun to elude me. Though with it, I gained understanding of time as a whole. I understand that this is but gibberish when read but what I know is something that I could never relay in words and therefore I will not try. I was to meet someone today, though I’m not sure if I should. I am only to meet her for fact that she was of me and I am of her. I guess I should go, I know that I will regret it if I do not, I just don’t wish for the first impression of me to be of the current status that I know I am at.
[x]-[X]-[x]-[X]-[x]-[X]-[x]
Sarah: Are you sure that you are ok to do this, I don’t want you to scare her, I know you don’t mean to but sometimes you come off a little off.
I knew all to well of what she spoke of but I would have none of it today. She was my daughter and though she had kept he from me for so long, I had a right to see her and to be a part of her life.
“I promise you that I am fine today, I swear it, and I will not scare her.”
She nodded at me and pointed to a little girl in a red dress playing upon the swing set. So innocent, so beautiful, I felt my stomach twist itself into a knot and I momentarily lost breath and just stared upon her. She was of me, I was of her, she was my true savior, I could feel it within me.
Sarah: Well?....
I made my way forward over to the vicinity of my daughter. She looked up and could see me coming. She jumped down off the swing and gazed into my eyes, piercing my soul with her naïve love. I could feel the pain and it sweltered from my eyes into tears that were uncontrollable. She then ran towards me and I knelt down to greet her and hope she would forgive me. She locked her arms around my neck and I felt everything flee from me within that instance, nothing seemed real anymore. She then whispered into my ear softly.
Emily: Where is your truth Daddy?
“What did you say?”
She leaned back; arms still locked into position and gazed into my eyes once again, only this time all that stood within hers were empty black annals where eyes should have been. She smiled and giggled at me as I fell into a state of shock.
Emily: Who are you to judge them? Who were you to judge Mommy for her decisions when you could have avoided all this by offing yourself long ago? You’re nothing but a viral disease that has and antidote on its way in the form of a man named Obo. You would be best to lie to rest your life before then but you are to greedy to do so.
“But…but you’re my daughter? How can you say these things to me?”
Emily: Blind Faith, Blind Faith all will end with Death’s Wraith.
I threw her from me and she fell upon the ground still laughing allowed. I turned behind me to Sarah who now stood with eyes and mouth sewed shut. Tears of blood streamed down her cheeks but I could not help her and I knew this.
Emily: Hell for her but torture for you. Abortion was her downfall, yours was unwillingness to wed my mother and to have me. You destroyed me! You took from me the life that was rightfully mine! Then you looked upon my mom in dismay at her decision, how dare you!
“I didn’t know! I didn’t know she would decide that, I didn’t want it to happen you have to believe me!”
The child then began to skip rope as demonic beings of disgust and vulgar design swung then for her to jump through. A rhyme began to leave her lips as they did so.
Emily: Obo’s Love, Jason’s Hate, they fight at the fault of Adam and Eve’s mistake. We all falter and cry, but at Ascension, Obo shall rise and you shall die…….
[x]-[X]-[x]-[X]-[x]-[X]-[x]
Necronomicon: Lustful Demons and Angry Demons
When the winds blow soft across the sands, they carry the murmur of seduction kissed with promises of pleasure, but when they quicken, their howl of murderous fury will not be placated. The winds foreshadow the coming of demons that are borne alone in whirling cones of dust from other planes of existence. Both kinds are impelled by the same hunger and seek to nourish themselves on the emotions of man, but the first is fed upon the sensation of arousal and the desire for carnal consummation, while the second fattens on fear. The second kind is more dangerous since fear is the stronger emotion.
_______ __ Existence
Things are not always as they seem, the nature of things however are as they are to be always. A man can travel the same path as another man and come out differently due to a few modified changes that alter his outcome. Obo and his girl have a pretty odd yet healthy father and daughter relationship where as Reverend has none what so ever due to his choices. His daughter was aborted which only added more fuel to the fire that already was destroying him on the inside. This being said we now see distinct differences in two me that strangely were traveling the same road to a destination where both would meet.
Obo is a man of irate emotion and anger. He runs on instinct and has survived everything due to it. This for him has worked very well and has gotten him far. Reverend on the other end is a man of stature whose basis is mostly intimidation. When a man fears him, he can sense it and that gives him power over them. A man in such a position is so dangerous and is only a bit more adaptive then the one who is a purely running on compulsive nature. Now when two men of personalities that have power over all other men meet face to face is something on its own entirely. I could not predict an outcome and nor do I think it wise for anyone to do so purely on favoritism.
Both men have been to hell and back and both men have come face to face before. This is only the beginning of a war that will tear this federation apart before one is truly crowned the better man. We trade one sorrow for another. We have always done so and always will till the end of time.
[x]-[X]-[x]-[X]-[x]-[X]-[x]
__Chapter #3: Pseudo-Purity__
She had called me numerous times after hearing about my upcoming match at the Ascension with Obo. She pleaded with me not to let myself be put in a match with that, and a I quote, “insane f^ck”, it was not unusual for my mother to give me such a hard time but I knew my place and what was done was done.
“Mother, I know how you feel and I will be fine, its under rules that restrict this guy quite a bit and put him way out of his element. Plus I can take him, no worries, I promise.”
I was lying, I knew I was, there was no way I could know what would happen in that match but I had to reassure her things would be fine. Obo was a man that definitely had a chance to take from me all that I had earned. So many times we had ended up in the ring together and so many times we had come out a little more experienced then before, bettering one another in the heat of battle. He knows my ways and I of course know his as well.
Mother: I just don’t want you to end up in the hospital, you worry me so much when you step in that ring every week but this especially worries me.
“I’ve faced him before, no he wont be easy but I know what to do, trust me.”
The conversation went on a bit longer before finally ending in our loves and kisses. The phone was my usual contact with whatever family I had that even bothered to talk to me. This was a rare occurrence, even for my mother but I know she is seriously worried about me and I can respect that, but what happens I will deal with. Feeling drained I finally gave in and broke out the vodka and a shot glass. It had been awhile but the stress from running WFWF and the huge match at Ascension, it was just to much.
I flipped through some of my older pictures and come across one of my father and I. It was the one that was taken in the hospital right before he passed. It was also right before Scars and Stripes and my victory in the rumble. I poured the shot glass only have full to start out with. I contemplated my actions and downed it. The liquid burned as it scraped down my esophagus, it was a old but still familiar feeling. The after a few more I upped it to a full shot glass. Each one more potent then the one before it, I was soon in a daze and glared at the picture.
“Why do I do this? Why do I take on this persona every week, what is the point of it all anymore?”
Father: You know you really shouldn’t drink, its unbecoming of you.
I turned my head and there stood my father, just as I had remembered him as a kid. His trimmed and stylish beard the way he had always liked it. His hair short topped with his favorite black hat. A cigar was in his right hand and a glass of iced diet coke in the other. An odd but familiar appearance that I had surely concocted from my own memories.
“All of its finally catching up with me and there is not a damn thing I can do about it.”
Father: Oh wah! What happened to my son, did he get pussified somewhere between when I died and now. I struggle through much worse stuff then you will ever have to. Suck it up and get on with your life.
“I am not the same man as you, I’m no even sure I am the man I ever claimed to be, everything is such a jumble within me.”
He rolled his eyes and leaned upon the wall and then began to laugh at my dismay. Who was he to try to tell me what to do now? He was dead, he wasn’t even real right now, it just a intoxication induced hallucination that I was fancying a talk with.
Father: Not everything is easy, I mean hell, haven’t you faced this guy before. I think I remember a certain Holocaust who in the end took the title from Los Hobo’s, or am I mistaken?
“That was a long time ago, things have changed, we have both changed.”
Father: B^ll Sh^t! You haven’t changed, only increased on the strength and knowledge that was already there. And yea maybe Obo has as well but that doesn’t change the situation at all, it only advances it into a new state. So get your head out of you’re a$$ and do what you know you need to do.
[x]-[X]-[x]-[X]-[x]-[X]-[x]
__Chapter #4: Sermon to Obo: Remembrance, Transcendence, Ascension__
With every fleeting moment we evolve, whether it merely is in age or things of greater value. Constantly gaining knowledge and absorbing all that we can till the day we parish into dust and gain all the knowledge we will ever need. Then and only then does the craving ever stop. But until that day the craving only grows and grows with the people who truly hunger for more power of mind and body.
Obo, we have that same desire, the same drive, the same compulsion and we have gained so much in our time and still we hunger for the same thing. We bother what to be at the top and for people to know who truly stands at the top of this federation. Our paths similar and bumping heads time and time again, now we come to a head once more for a prize greater then the idol that is to hold. The true prize is dominance and power within this establishment. Whether it be for personal gain or for others we both seek the same thing. So much in my life has lead me up to this day, my wrong decisions and my hope for a better future, my wanting to change my past. You have things that I envy, things that I will never have and you do not know the truth that knows they once were and now are no more. It’s a pain that eats at a man but what does not kill you makes you stronger, but you know that maybe even better then I myself.
My nightmares feed my ever consuming insomnia, as I am sure you probably have as well. Men in are position do not get here without regret and discourse towards life in general. And we spend most of the time haunted by everything and never truly understand why it has to be us. But we carry on through and take no care in people we care not for. Karma has struck us both down and has given us both more then we could have ever wanted, we have been purged of inadequacies and we truly are invincible to most. But now we will stand one on one at Ascension and we will take each other to a whole new level and in the end one will be victorious but both of us will be immortal. This is our destiny and I know not everything that has been given to me through visions but I do know this. When it comes time, what is to come, will come to pass. Amen.
And God said unto Moses, I AM THAT I AM: and he said, Thus shalt thou say unto the children of Israel, I AM hath sent me unto you.
[x]-[X]-[x]-[X]-[x]-[X]-[x]
Visions of _________
A story as old as time, a battle that continues to this day. No, not that of good and evil but that of men. We all attempt to justify our means of stopping so called injustice. But the true injustice of it all is we don’t see the truth that lies beneath the skins of all who breathe. This is the true world, the true battle has never been of right and wrong but of opinion and so we watch in horror as opinions slowly eradicate one another. Though so many have perished and shall continue to parish for their beliefs, it will not stop, it shall never truly stop. But this war is an old war and one predicted long ago by all who existed outside the parameters of normality. People burned, people shot, heads upon steaks, and drowning for all should be the true anthem of our time. We are a people divided and a world bent on internal combustion, but again all was written and all shall come to pass. Some despised for peace, some for war, some for thoughts, some for lack their of, and we all are despised for our hypocrisy and no one can claim to be of none at all.
This story begins like all stories, of two men on two paths of similar design. Both men equally hardworking, both men equally talented, and both men with a destination that they do not truly understand. When appearances seem so obvious is when one should look upon not the outside but instead upon the man within. Reverend Shadow, a man of the cloth, a hard worker, a former tag champion, and a Co-Owner of WFWF. Obo, a violent and sadistic individual, hell bent on winning, former Tag and Hamshank (International) Champion, and a self proclaimed anti-christ. I’m sure we can see where this is going, but do we really see it all truly. Obo is a man we have seen time and time again show within himself a heart and love for another human being. Though this is minute, it still exists. Reverend shows not true humility for another man except that of punishment and forced penance for their so called sins. Both men devoid of what their destiny truly is and both men wandering aimless into the abyss that will be Ascension.
Armageddon will happen at Ascension, it will be fought by these two men who both unknowingly are fighting for the side they so desperately wish to destroy. With power and accomplishment is soon after followed by ignorance and blind beliefs. God and the Devil will not be present that day, only men and differences and that is the real war. Only through resolution, will we achieve absolution.
[x]-[X]-[x]-[X]-[x]-[X]-[x]
__Chapter #1: Origin of Blind Faith__
Waves of blood rose high in the distance as they crashed upon my insides with a violent and thunderous multitude that sent me toppling backwards. I shattered my skull and the bone fragments ran into the see of blood with immense pleasure to be releases of my broken and fallen forever. The feeling of despair was not present but that of great joy stood just out of reach while I struggled for a taste of the bread. Bread that the elders had broken and wine they had spilled into their mouths for the blood and body were would soon dwell within them. Corruption? Distinction? Transcendence? No, only evolution of spirit that was yet at completion. True inadequacies of a death long ago and a death to still take place. Frightened into submission of my lies and cries that will be unheard for centuries, only to be seen in museums and gawked at by the meaningless mass of human waste that is, was, and will be mankind. A myth appeared within my reach and stood face to face with the mirror of my reflection and shunned me with great impotence.
Myth: Scream your wishes and let go your needs, become your envy and let go your madness. Failed seizure of ones mind only to find cuts of organs melded into to fleshy instruments playing a song so silent that all will hear it. Waxy substances pore from your veins as you mold your life from the uncertainty of true existence.
“Decree not my sins but my faith, I am but one of many to conceive and receive the truths that is spoken within every generation. Judge me not fool for you know nothing of true life but only of figurative one that dwells beneath the reaches of infinity.”
His vomit projected upon my skin and fluttered within my bowels as I spewed for from every orifice the fowl stench of his lies. He devoured the aroma of my hypocrisy and ingested every enlightened thought that came forth from the universe that surrounded us.
Myth: You valiantly struggle for absolution, so naïve are you to the ways of the old. You know nothing of true knowledge of this world and what lies and lurks in the shadows but I, a man unknown to you but understood and realized by all, can show you the errors and put right the falsity of this lie.
Lesions and sores began to spring up upon the mist that engulfed the forest that now stood upon the stars and the dark sky that we stood upon. I hovered about it all in awe as he took my hand and we journeyed through time and space and found but only hollow and empty shells of men and women of all species and life. This was the truth death, life itself, reality as we know it was the true and only death that I could see within it all.
“But what of my fight with the man who calls upon himself as an ascended being? What of the minute battle that will take place that day? Will it not take place for a reason? Is it all but a fluke of my own patience in the grand scheme of my unknown?”
Myth: Concerned with innocent and pathetic attempt as self-absolution. You see not the whole but of the puzzle piece before for you. You flip about in utter compliment of the gaze that mankind dwells with purpose and destiny. But what of accidents, what of extinction, and what of that world you call your soul?
[x]-[X]-[x]-[X]-[x]-[X]-[x]
__Chapter #2: Reality is only in Perception__
The nightmares were getting worse and though my career was in the good, my life was not and seemed it never could be. I was abandoned by Sarah by my own self-absorbed actions once again and found myself dwelling on the nightmares that plagued me every night since I came back and was given partner ownership. I wasn’t sure where the dreams ended and true reality began most of the time. It all seemed so real to me and there was not escape from the visions and all the stuff I kept seeing. I remember a night, sitting at home reading silently within my bed before I went to sleep. It became very odd in the room suddenly and I remember the faint smell of ash and mold. A combo that still irks me to this very day and I cannot seem to remake the scent and nor understand why I knew it was such. But the real oddity that transpired was the within the drapes. The window was not open, but they began to swell and release until suddenly they took human form within the swelling wind. Its shape was distinctive and I knew it all to well, had I not I may have written it off quickly as a delusion. I stood up quickly and stood face to face to shadowy mold of the man that I would meet once again at Ascension. When I went to grab for what I thought to be Obo intruding into my quarters, I found only air and floor as I smashed against the ground. The bruises upon my arms were minimal though were distinctive in color and were reminders of what I consider, still to this day, that I am losing my mind.
My perception of the way time worked had also begun to elude me. Though with it, I gained understanding of time as a whole. I understand that this is but gibberish when read but what I know is something that I could never relay in words and therefore I will not try. I was to meet someone today, though I’m not sure if I should. I am only to meet her for fact that she was of me and I am of her. I guess I should go, I know that I will regret it if I do not, I just don’t wish for the first impression of me to be of the current status that I know I am at.
[x]-[X]-[x]-[X]-[x]-[X]-[x]
Sarah: Are you sure that you are ok to do this, I don’t want you to scare her, I know you don’t mean to but sometimes you come off a little off.
I knew all to well of what she spoke of but I would have none of it today. She was my daughter and though she had kept he from me for so long, I had a right to see her and to be a part of her life.
“I promise you that I am fine today, I swear it, and I will not scare her.”
She nodded at me and pointed to a little girl in a red dress playing upon the swing set. So innocent, so beautiful, I felt my stomach twist itself into a knot and I momentarily lost breath and just stared upon her. She was of me, I was of her, she was my true savior, I could feel it within me.
Sarah: Well?....
I made my way forward over to the vicinity of my daughter. She looked up and could see me coming. She jumped down off the swing and gazed into my eyes, piercing my soul with her naïve love. I could feel the pain and it sweltered from my eyes into tears that were uncontrollable. She then ran towards me and I knelt down to greet her and hope she would forgive me. She locked her arms around my neck and I felt everything flee from me within that instance, nothing seemed real anymore. She then whispered into my ear softly.
Emily: Where is your truth Daddy?
“What did you say?”
She leaned back; arms still locked into position and gazed into my eyes once again, only this time all that stood within hers were empty black annals where eyes should have been. She smiled and giggled at me as I fell into a state of shock.
Emily: Who are you to judge them? Who were you to judge Mommy for her decisions when you could have avoided all this by offing yourself long ago? You’re nothing but a viral disease that has and antidote on its way in the form of a man named Obo. You would be best to lie to rest your life before then but you are to greedy to do so.
“But…but you’re my daughter? How can you say these things to me?”
Emily: Blind Faith, Blind Faith all will end with Death’s Wraith.
I threw her from me and she fell upon the ground still laughing allowed. I turned behind me to Sarah who now stood with eyes and mouth sewed shut. Tears of blood streamed down her cheeks but I could not help her and I knew this.
Emily: Hell for her but torture for you. Abortion was her downfall, yours was unwillingness to wed my mother and to have me. You destroyed me! You took from me the life that was rightfully mine! Then you looked upon my mom in dismay at her decision, how dare you!
“I didn’t know! I didn’t know she would decide that, I didn’t want it to happen you have to believe me!”
The child then began to skip rope as demonic beings of disgust and vulgar design swung then for her to jump through. A rhyme began to leave her lips as they did so.
Emily: Obo’s Love, Jason’s Hate, they fight at the fault of Adam and Eve’s mistake. We all falter and cry, but at Ascension, Obo shall rise and you shall die…….
[x]-[X]-[x]-[X]-[x]-[X]-[x]
Necronomicon: Lustful Demons and Angry Demons
When the winds blow soft across the sands, they carry the murmur of seduction kissed with promises of pleasure, but when they quicken, their howl of murderous fury will not be placated. The winds foreshadow the coming of demons that are borne alone in whirling cones of dust from other planes of existence. Both kinds are impelled by the same hunger and seek to nourish themselves on the emotions of man, but the first is fed upon the sensation of arousal and the desire for carnal consummation, while the second fattens on fear. The second kind is more dangerous since fear is the stronger emotion.
_______ __ Existence
Things are not always as they seem, the nature of things however are as they are to be always. A man can travel the same path as another man and come out differently due to a few modified changes that alter his outcome. Obo and his girl have a pretty odd yet healthy father and daughter relationship where as Reverend has none what so ever due to his choices. His daughter was aborted which only added more fuel to the fire that already was destroying him on the inside. This being said we now see distinct differences in two me that strangely were traveling the same road to a destination where both would meet.
Obo is a man of irate emotion and anger. He runs on instinct and has survived everything due to it. This for him has worked very well and has gotten him far. Reverend on the other end is a man of stature whose basis is mostly intimidation. When a man fears him, he can sense it and that gives him power over them. A man in such a position is so dangerous and is only a bit more adaptive then the one who is a purely running on compulsive nature. Now when two men of personalities that have power over all other men meet face to face is something on its own entirely. I could not predict an outcome and nor do I think it wise for anyone to do so purely on favoritism.
Both men have been to hell and back and both men have come face to face before. This is only the beginning of a war that will tear this federation apart before one is truly crowned the better man. We trade one sorrow for another. We have always done so and always will till the end of time.
[x]-[X]-[x]-[X]-[x]-[X]-[x]
__Chapter #3: Pseudo-Purity__
She had called me numerous times after hearing about my upcoming match at the Ascension with Obo. She pleaded with me not to let myself be put in a match with that, and a I quote, “insane f^ck”, it was not unusual for my mother to give me such a hard time but I knew my place and what was done was done.
“Mother, I know how you feel and I will be fine, its under rules that restrict this guy quite a bit and put him way out of his element. Plus I can take him, no worries, I promise.”
I was lying, I knew I was, there was no way I could know what would happen in that match but I had to reassure her things would be fine. Obo was a man that definitely had a chance to take from me all that I had earned. So many times we had ended up in the ring together and so many times we had come out a little more experienced then before, bettering one another in the heat of battle. He knows my ways and I of course know his as well.
Mother: I just don’t want you to end up in the hospital, you worry me so much when you step in that ring every week but this especially worries me.
“I’ve faced him before, no he wont be easy but I know what to do, trust me.”
The conversation went on a bit longer before finally ending in our loves and kisses. The phone was my usual contact with whatever family I had that even bothered to talk to me. This was a rare occurrence, even for my mother but I know she is seriously worried about me and I can respect that, but what happens I will deal with. Feeling drained I finally gave in and broke out the vodka and a shot glass. It had been awhile but the stress from running WFWF and the huge match at Ascension, it was just to much.
I flipped through some of my older pictures and come across one of my father and I. It was the one that was taken in the hospital right before he passed. It was also right before Scars and Stripes and my victory in the rumble. I poured the shot glass only have full to start out with. I contemplated my actions and downed it. The liquid burned as it scraped down my esophagus, it was a old but still familiar feeling. The after a few more I upped it to a full shot glass. Each one more potent then the one before it, I was soon in a daze and glared at the picture.
“Why do I do this? Why do I take on this persona every week, what is the point of it all anymore?”
Father: You know you really shouldn’t drink, its unbecoming of you.
I turned my head and there stood my father, just as I had remembered him as a kid. His trimmed and stylish beard the way he had always liked it. His hair short topped with his favorite black hat. A cigar was in his right hand and a glass of iced diet coke in the other. An odd but familiar appearance that I had surely concocted from my own memories.
“All of its finally catching up with me and there is not a damn thing I can do about it.”
Father: Oh wah! What happened to my son, did he get pussified somewhere between when I died and now. I struggle through much worse stuff then you will ever have to. Suck it up and get on with your life.
“I am not the same man as you, I’m no even sure I am the man I ever claimed to be, everything is such a jumble within me.”
He rolled his eyes and leaned upon the wall and then began to laugh at my dismay. Who was he to try to tell me what to do now? He was dead, he wasn’t even real right now, it just a intoxication induced hallucination that I was fancying a talk with.
Father: Not everything is easy, I mean hell, haven’t you faced this guy before. I think I remember a certain Holocaust who in the end took the title from Los Hobo’s, or am I mistaken?
“That was a long time ago, things have changed, we have both changed.”
Father: B^ll Sh^t! You haven’t changed, only increased on the strength and knowledge that was already there. And yea maybe Obo has as well but that doesn’t change the situation at all, it only advances it into a new state. So get your head out of you’re a$$ and do what you know you need to do.
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__Chapter #4: Sermon to Obo: Remembrance, Transcendence, Ascension__
With every fleeting moment we evolve, whether it merely is in age or things of greater value. Constantly gaining knowledge and absorbing all that we can till the day we parish into dust and gain all the knowledge we will ever need. Then and only then does the craving ever stop. But until that day the craving only grows and grows with the people who truly hunger for more power of mind and body.
Obo, we have that same desire, the same drive, the same compulsion and we have gained so much in our time and still we hunger for the same thing. We bother what to be at the top and for people to know who truly stands at the top of this federation. Our paths similar and bumping heads time and time again, now we come to a head once more for a prize greater then the idol that is to hold. The true prize is dominance and power within this establishment. Whether it be for personal gain or for others we both seek the same thing. So much in my life has lead me up to this day, my wrong decisions and my hope for a better future, my wanting to change my past. You have things that I envy, things that I will never have and you do not know the truth that knows they once were and now are no more. It’s a pain that eats at a man but what does not kill you makes you stronger, but you know that maybe even better then I myself.
My nightmares feed my ever consuming insomnia, as I am sure you probably have as well. Men in are position do not get here without regret and discourse towards life in general. And we spend most of the time haunted by everything and never truly understand why it has to be us. But we carry on through and take no care in people we care not for. Karma has struck us both down and has given us both more then we could have ever wanted, we have been purged of inadequacies and we truly are invincible to most. But now we will stand one on one at Ascension and we will take each other to a whole new level and in the end one will be victorious but both of us will be immortal. This is our destiny and I know not everything that has been given to me through visions but I do know this. When it comes time, what is to come, will come to pass. Amen.
