Post by Revvie® on Aug 1, 2006 0:18:11 GMT -5
Psalm 23
1The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
2He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
3He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
4Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
5Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
6Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.
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UnGodly Stasis
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Shining are the clouds drenched with the soon to pour rain as if God himself were tipping a glass. The wind puts stress on the trees with no hopes of knocking them over yet seemingly is unconciously causing the sway of which anyone could be crumpled beneath if the tree were crumple under it all. The window pain was wet with the drops of reverence falling from the sky whose seemed to be aggitated with the world of its most blatently dry attitude of late. The inner of the building and room was cozy yet insatiably filled with insanity of which sadism and masochism run free and rampant welcomed in these unsanitary confines. The Reverend still in a bit of dillusional trance sat in silence and looked as if he had been regurgitated out of societys stomache and was now left to squander his last bit of existence effortlessly corroding and dissolving into the white walls in the God forsaken room. The shell of a man and a severed soul is all that lies left in the cell from whence he was thrown and though he may have escaped the creeper of which laid to him his so called wisdom and knowledge that would surely aid the The Reverend. Instead the disaray caused by that constant outbreaks of inhuman ranting and raving have no surfaced for their last time and has caused him to look as his own friends and family as mere trifle things. Now inoculated by his own serum of doubt and apathy he lies and waits for his next match in a slumber like state in which Trent would have no trouble putting to shame. Trent thought just as lethal as pathetic and insufferable cat calling in the middle of the night with its unharmonic whines that pierce your ears and causes you to awaken in such a rush that you have to restrain your very being. The very sound causes you to become queasy and you try hard to hold back from spewing onto the insufferable tone. But this, but a tip of the struggle to come, a mere parcel of nothing compared to the sickening and twisted person who hath just been unvailed, the very mention or hint of his existence could cause the spine to rip from your back or chill your bones till you become but a numb statue, make no mistake his presence is not to be ignored and surely his name shall be said time and time again.....Kyzer....
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Confusion on Pause
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1The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
2He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
3He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
4Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
5Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
6Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.
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UnGodly Stasis
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Shining are the clouds drenched with the soon to pour rain as if God himself were tipping a glass. The wind puts stress on the trees with no hopes of knocking them over yet seemingly is unconciously causing the sway of which anyone could be crumpled beneath if the tree were crumple under it all. The window pain was wet with the drops of reverence falling from the sky whose seemed to be aggitated with the world of its most blatently dry attitude of late. The inner of the building and room was cozy yet insatiably filled with insanity of which sadism and masochism run free and rampant welcomed in these unsanitary confines. The Reverend still in a bit of dillusional trance sat in silence and looked as if he had been regurgitated out of societys stomache and was now left to squander his last bit of existence effortlessly corroding and dissolving into the white walls in the God forsaken room. The shell of a man and a severed soul is all that lies left in the cell from whence he was thrown and though he may have escaped the creeper of which laid to him his so called wisdom and knowledge that would surely aid the The Reverend. Instead the disaray caused by that constant outbreaks of inhuman ranting and raving have no surfaced for their last time and has caused him to look as his own friends and family as mere trifle things. Now inoculated by his own serum of doubt and apathy he lies and waits for his next match in a slumber like state in which Trent would have no trouble putting to shame. Trent thought just as lethal as pathetic and insufferable cat calling in the middle of the night with its unharmonic whines that pierce your ears and causes you to awaken in such a rush that you have to restrain your very being. The very sound causes you to become queasy and you try hard to hold back from spewing onto the insufferable tone. But this, but a tip of the struggle to come, a mere parcel of nothing compared to the sickening and twisted person who hath just been unvailed, the very mention or hint of his existence could cause the spine to rip from your back or chill your bones till you become but a numb statue, make no mistake his presence is not to be ignored and surely his name shall be said time and time again.....Kyzer....
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Confusion on Pause
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I began to here a noise penatrating the wretched yet comfy walls of which I yet and never will become accustomed too. There is no true reasoning in which these imbeciles have to be locking me within this cursed place. My heart pulsated as the door lock clicked and the rusty hinges from the old door began to squeal in pain as it let go its hold of the room. His white coat seemed to meld him with walls if it wasnt for his tannish complection that only showed that he has surely just came back from vacation and in a hurry fore the tan lines had yet to fade into the rest. I squinted at the uproar of unhindering and blazing light that set forth into my room as if to corrupt my comfortable darkened silence. He walked in with gentle and careful steps, I guessed he was under the assumption that I was dangerous, a man of the cloth was no more dangerous then calf. He sat down in a chair across from the corner where I had been set and looked at me inquisitively. Stupid fool as if you could ever get in my head, I wouldnt allow such entry without a valid reason.
Dr. Tanicle: How are you feeling today?
His tone was so comforting, quiet, and gentle and that in itself was enough to cause me to be more unsettled then I had been when I awoke in this hellish place. I had hoped this all was just a dream but I was imured in this hospital and it was no laughable matter anymore. He stared at me still awaiting a response, I guess I should play along, the sooner he leaves the sooner I can get on to deciding how to go about getting out of this place. I have a match against that ignorant baffoon Trent Draven this week. I look up at him and speak in the fakest and most understanding voice I can conjure up from my vocal cords.
Reverend: I'm fine.
My response had been solemn and in my head souned assuring but did he buy it was the real question that would soon be answered. I contorted my face to look as if I was ok and I as I did he peered into my eyes for a moment as if a were a animal at a zoo doing a trick for him. Is that what a saw me as an animal at a Zoo? The thought left as quickly that it had came and then came more words from his mouth, they were as assuring as the last ones and just as fake too.
Dr. Tanicle: My name is Doctor Tanicle and it says here that your name is Reverend Shadow? Thats not your real name now is it? Also, Do you know how you got here, I mean do you remember why you are here?
I stared at him for a moment and began to ponder what he had just said to me, what did he mean my real name? I thought hard but nothing came to me and though I could remember my mother yelling for me when I was younger I could not hear the name she spoke. What is wrong with me, how can a person forget their own name, this isnt right at all? He is trying to confuse me, thats whats going on! Well I wont let him, he wont invade my mind and cause such confusion and insanity. I have a match coming up, I can't be bothered with this petty talk with him though maybe he can get me out of here. Trent is surely preparing for the match up and I'm stuck in this place! How did I get here though? I thought I might as well ask because I couldn't remember much of anything at all let alone specifics of how this came to be.
Reverend: I don't remember how I got here, I can't really remember much of anything right now at all except I have a match at this coming Odium at the WFWF and I need to get out of here to prepare for it.
Dr. Tanicle: Well let me deal with one thing at a time and if I feel you are ok to leave the compounds for a day or two, I will let you go but you have to cooperate or you will not make it, do we have an understanding?
The anger began to surge through me but what could I do, I mean if I planned on getting out and taking out that whiny waste of human pontential, Trent, I had to do as the doctor had instructed. Wait, what happened to that one guy who had been following me around, had he put me in here? Yes! that had to be it, he was angry so he had to of set this up as to punish me for my so called insolence of his commands!
Reverend: I see whats going on here, he did this to me so that I couldn't get to my match against Trent, how much is he paying you to hold me here? Where is he at, is he watching the video feed from the security cameras right now!? You tell him that I still don't need him and I will get out of here and I will make it to my match and there is nothing he can do about it!
Dr. Tanicle: Who are you talking about?
What the hell kind of game is he trying to play here, what does he have to gain from this. He would never truly pay a Doctor to do this, then why is her continuing on here? Unless im wrong about my assumption but then that means that I'm here for something I did? What could I have done? The confusion, I cant let it get to me, must keep my mind on WFWF. Trent better be preparing for the fight of his useless and insensible life, he tries so hard to do so much yet he falls short just like he will at Odium. He will falter and I will go on, the only true challenge for me now is that of Kyzer himself, this immitation of a wrestler known as Trent will only be a mere warm up for the real purpose and the real mission at hand. So much pontential all wasted on a guy who doesn't even know how to harness his true ability and therefore he is no threat except to himself. He couldn't even run a this fed without falling short and failing just as he will at Odium. Such loathing has no place in the Kingdom of Heaven!
Dr. Tanicle: Are you still there? Are you with me Reverend? Hello?.......
I guess his ranting had gone on for a few minutes so I decided to do him a favor and look interested but my mind had wandered and I could not ignore that. Though I hated talking to him I need to and I know that fore if I dont I will not be able to get back to the WFWF....
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Incoherent Ramblings
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His mindless scribbling and redundant moans of agreeance became redundant, though the annoyance came to and extremity the Reverend with stood it all with prestige of his infamous wisdom and knowledge of God and Salvation. The conversation lasted such a lengthy time span that the poor Doctor seemed to be perspiring in the heat of the cell in which he locked men in every day. The Reverend dared not to let got of his true goals of gold and cleansing because with the exception of a few inviduals who could handle such information the Doctor was surely not to me trusted with anything of importance. The Reverends stares were becoming tiresome and he seemed to be slipping into the cesspool of insanity and his babbling became more and more like that of a record, skipping and repeating itself without a bit of composure or understanding. Trent, Kyzer, WFWF, this all seemed to be imprinted on the face of Reverend and his eyes surged with the confusion of life and death. The poor man Trent was even defeated by a rookie, and now he steps forth and stands in the wake of man who is not out for vengeance but a reckoning and the honor that he so rightly has fought for. One by one they have fallen to the blade of his words and were taken down by the his faith and God and Trent will be no different. The spotlight is to much for someone who quits at everything he does and doesnt put forth the energy needed to accomplish his goal. Blaspemic rambling will get him no where and his idiotic attempts at defeating a true Champion at Odium will also find him cowering and wimpering beneath the palm of God himself as he is smacked back and forth across the face and put to shame if that is possible anymore. With everybreath since his return he has done nothing but show why he has no place in the fed anymore and after such a futile run you would think that he would just leave and do us all a favor but he carries on as the conversation of Reverend and the Doctor till the he hits a point that he asks something the Rev. had been avoiding....
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Reliving the Confusion
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Incoherent Ramblings
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His mindless scribbling and redundant moans of agreeance became redundant, though the annoyance came to and extremity the Reverend with stood it all with prestige of his infamous wisdom and knowledge of God and Salvation. The conversation lasted such a lengthy time span that the poor Doctor seemed to be perspiring in the heat of the cell in which he locked men in every day. The Reverend dared not to let got of his true goals of gold and cleansing because with the exception of a few inviduals who could handle such information the Doctor was surely not to me trusted with anything of importance. The Reverends stares were becoming tiresome and he seemed to be slipping into the cesspool of insanity and his babbling became more and more like that of a record, skipping and repeating itself without a bit of composure or understanding. Trent, Kyzer, WFWF, this all seemed to be imprinted on the face of Reverend and his eyes surged with the confusion of life and death. The poor man Trent was even defeated by a rookie, and now he steps forth and stands in the wake of man who is not out for vengeance but a reckoning and the honor that he so rightly has fought for. One by one they have fallen to the blade of his words and were taken down by the his faith and God and Trent will be no different. The spotlight is to much for someone who quits at everything he does and doesnt put forth the energy needed to accomplish his goal. Blaspemic rambling will get him no where and his idiotic attempts at defeating a true Champion at Odium will also find him cowering and wimpering beneath the palm of God himself as he is smacked back and forth across the face and put to shame if that is possible anymore. With everybreath since his return he has done nothing but show why he has no place in the fed anymore and after such a futile run you would think that he would just leave and do us all a favor but he carries on as the conversation of Reverend and the Doctor till the he hits a point that he asks something the Rev. had been avoiding....
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Reliving the Confusion
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Dr. Tanicle: So now that we have spoken all about religion and such can you answer me as to what your name is now?
I felt a weakness sweep over me and the urge to tell him about the consitent the confusion and frustration that had not let me rest in so long. How longed for the understanding of myself and why I am where I am. I couldn't stop myself and the words snuck through the back of mind and slipped through my lips before I could even readjust my thoughts to coenside with the words.
Reverend: I don't know know my name, I don't know how I got here and I have no clue as to why I am here at all....I'm so lost I can't seem to keep my head on straight anymore and with this guy who keeps bothering me and telling me he knows me better then I know myself. He causes me to become someone that I use to be but I don't know if I want.....
Finally able to get ahold of myself, I shut up quickly but I knew the damage had already been done and now I would probably need to explain myself further though I don't see how I could in the least. He stared at me puzzled by my outburst but I wasn't surprised by the look because I was sure to have had a similar look on my face as I canceled myself out from continuing the stream of stress I had started to vent out.
Dr. Tanicle: That will be all for the day and since you have done as I asked of you, I will allow you the one day you need for your job. Do not abuse my kindness though because I can take it away from you just as easily but for now you have my permission. We will continue this session next week and see how far you have come along but for now I want you to try to remember anything you can at all.....ok?
He looked at me questionably as I looked at him with a bit of the same thought. Why was he letting me go after all I just said, I would think after that outburst he would never let me out of here but far be it from me to tell him otherwise. I have a mission to continue on no matter if I can remember my true name or how this all came about.
Reverend: Ok.
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Sermon to Trent Draven
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Trent, you adolescent and infantile minded waste of flesh with a nothing but failure to show from everything you do. I fear no one fore I have the one thing that you don't have on your side and that is the man above who holds all the cards. But Trent you better fear his name and you better fear mine because this is no ordinary wrestling match and you have no clue what your getting yourself into. You continue to sin and continue your acts of selfishness and lustful ignorence and now you will have to pay up with your body. Soon enough your soul will pay with the damnation that has been promised but for now God has sent you to me to repent for it all and repent you will. Humanity has fallen so far away from the Garden and now it has produced such filth as yourself and it is up to those faithful few to dispose of such abominations and try to stop the spreading though it seems to me that the infestation of your kind has become so out of control that there is nothing that can truly be done for this world but I will atleast hopefully get through to one of you. Your crazed and pathetic moods and your erratic and irrational behavior only shows that we have come so far just to resort back to our animalistic ways. Make no mistake about Odium though, there will be a Reckoning to be fullfilled and that I promise you. After I deal with this insolence I will begin worrying about that only person who deserves to stand across from me.....Kyzer.....
[/color]Sermon to Trent Draven
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Trent, you adolescent and infantile minded waste of flesh with a nothing but failure to show from everything you do. I fear no one fore I have the one thing that you don't have on your side and that is the man above who holds all the cards. But Trent you better fear his name and you better fear mine because this is no ordinary wrestling match and you have no clue what your getting yourself into. You continue to sin and continue your acts of selfishness and lustful ignorence and now you will have to pay up with your body. Soon enough your soul will pay with the damnation that has been promised but for now God has sent you to me to repent for it all and repent you will. Humanity has fallen so far away from the Garden and now it has produced such filth as yourself and it is up to those faithful few to dispose of such abominations and try to stop the spreading though it seems to me that the infestation of your kind has become so out of control that there is nothing that can truly be done for this world but I will atleast hopefully get through to one of you. Your crazed and pathetic moods and your erratic and irrational behavior only shows that we have come so far just to resort back to our animalistic ways. Make no mistake about Odium though, there will be a Reckoning to be fullfilled and that I promise you. After I deal with this insolence I will begin worrying about that only person who deserves to stand across from me.....Kyzer.....
ooc: And the writers block continues....bleh I dont really know what to think....I liked it when I wrote it and then I read over it and wasnt fond of it at all anymore but oh well...so yeah...comments and critism are welcome.
Reverend Shadow
