Post by gzavadak on Feb 26, 2014 22:59:03 GMT -6
February 10, 2014 – RIMAC Arena
The scene opens to the locker room of the Matthews Ministry, located deep in the bowels of the RIMAC Arena. Seated on a bench, in front of his locker, is the Reverend Jerry Matthews, still clad in his ring attire. He is breathing heavily, covered in bumps and bruises from his barnburner of his contest with Andreas Lasiewicz. In front of him, he holds his newly minted EXODUS Pro International Championship reverently in his hands. Tears of joy and excitement run down his cheeks. Clearly, it seems that he is still in disbelief over what could have possibly been the biggest win of his professional wrestling career.
The camera pans out, and standing a few feet away from the seated holy man is his spiritual liaison and personal bodyguard Deacon Jeremiah Robinson. In stark contrast to his mentor, Jeremiah stands with his arms crossed, with a concerned expression on his face. He also appears to still be wincing in pain after the savage, heinous assault at the hands of “The Morning Star.” Obviously, something isn’t sitting right with him.
Jerry Matthews: Jeremiah, it’s finally happened. All the months of anguish, all the setbacks, all the struggles, and finally we have achieved satisfaction.
Deacon Jeremiah: But, at what cost, Reverend?
Abruptly, the good Reverend’s demeanor changes.
Jerry Matthews: What are you getting at, my brother?
Jeremiah takes a moment and removes his trademark sunglasses. He then stares intensely at Matthews, almost the same way a nanny would disappointingly gaze at a misbehaving child.
Deacon Jeremiah: The fact that you have to ask shows how poorly calculated this decision is for our ministry. I understand that the battle with Jonathan Collins took a lot out of you, changed you, caused you to question everything you’ve been taught and ever taught to me. All I’ll say is that I never thought I’d see the day where you would willingly submit to the bidding of a false messiah like Magnus Gunner, someone who professes himself to be on the same plane as our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. The Jerry Matthews I know would never stand for this, and I’d personally stand by his side and watch with careful anticipation as you placed his head on a pike. He never would have sold himself for a big gold belt.
Matthews rises from the bench, the International title dangling at his left side. He walks over to the Deacon, stopping a few inches away from him.
Jerry Matthews: Let he who has no sin cast the first stone, Jeremiah. When I took you in, you were no more than a poison-peddling, backstabbing gang banger. You knew nothing about the concept of faith, about God. And, even though you have served so valuably for so long, you still know nothing compared to me. I’m the one that has had to bear the cross, to put myself in harm’s way ever since we started our little crusade. And, frankly, I’ve grown tired.
Jeremiah remains unfazed by Matthews’ criticism.
Deacon Jeremiah: And why is that, Jerry? Are the failures we’ve experienced really enough to sell away your life’s work just for a temporary alliance of convenience with Gunner and his cohorts?
Matthews slowly raises the International Championship over his head with his left arm.
Jerry Matthews: In one night, Christum Furor did more for me than our supposed ever-loving God did in a number of months. And, unlike the Most High, Furor recognizes my potential, and sees a place for me in his “New Age,” an era that will be marked by the long-awaited fall of the “Saint of Violence” the rest of the EXODUS Seikigun. You can’t always do everything alone, Jeremiah. And whether you like it or not, to get things done, sometimes you have to compromise. I would hope that this little tantrum of yours is an outlier rather than the norm, because I’m sure that Furor could find a place for you by his side as well. And, then, perhaps, just as I have, you can finally get what God the Father should’ve given to you long ago. Before long, you too might be able to call yourself a champion.
Jeremiah slowly raises his head and looks up at the International title, the light gleaming off of the decorative buckle. Silence persists between the two for a few moments before the Deacon breaks it.
Deacon Jeremiah: The two of us may as well have walked through the fires of hell together after all we’ve been through. It’s only because of that that leads me to not reject this notion outright. I have some thinking to do, Jerry. I need to look deep within myself before giving you anything close to an answer.
The two men continue to stare each other down intensely, and the camera zooms in on the International Championship belt as the scene fades to black.
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The scene opens to the backstage area of the (R)Evolution Wrestling Dojo, where standing in front of a banner advertising the inaugural edition of (R)Evolution Wrestling is one of the development camp’s newest additions in Deacon Jeremiah Robinson. He wears an all-black suit and his trademark dark sunglasses. He takes a second and looks back at the banner reflectively, before he turns back around and begins to speak.
Deacon Jeremiah: Trust is a funny thing, isn’t it brothers and sisters? Especially with the ever increasing uncertainty that continues to pervade our society at each and every level. As a natural instinct, whether it be by God’s design or not, it is not unusual for man to set up any number of defensive walls to protect himself from his peers. All the more reason why trust is such a valuable commodity.
Jeremiah begins to shake his head back and forth repeatedly.
Deacon Jeremiah: Recently, I’ve found myself in a position where I’m finding it hard to trust the very man that saved me from myself decades ago. Of course, I speak of the Reverend Matthews unexpectedly siding with Christum Furor and the rest of Gods & Monsters. This has hit me especially hard, my friends, and it should be no secret why. That’s because it was the good Reverend who reinstilled in me the ability to trust someone again. He saved me from a sure-fire prison sentence, helped me to gain revenge on my biggest betrayer, and made sure that I never regressed into my old, sinful habits. I have him to thank for everything I’ve ever achieved, but now…..
Jeremiah pauses, and removes his sunglasses. The camera pans in on his eyes, which are heavily bloodshot.
Deacon Jeremiah: Now, I feel as if I don’t know him any longer. He compromised the very values that he professed to me for years, all for a championship he hungered for and a new group of allies to carry on his crusade against Jonathan Collins. While these events caused me to doubt everything I have come to know in my new life of faith, after careful reflection, one thing became abundantly clear. And, that, brothers and sisters, is that Jonathan Collins is once again to blame.
“He drove ‘The Evangelist’ to the brink, and now has left me like a rudderless ship. All the more reason why I’ve made the decision to join (R)Evolution Wrestling. All I know is combating sin, and in EXODUS, that sin has always taken the form of either himself or his allies. To me, this is the only thing that seems to make sense anymore. And, unfortunately for his new group of students, especially Sydney Christensen, I will not allow myself to be like a saw that sits on a shelf, rusting out of a lack of use.”
“Sydney, your tenure in GDW’s development territory was well-established. You did it all, holding the World Championship on three separate occasions. But, while you may possess a good deal of ability, I bring something that Matthews may no longer be able to bring to the table. And, that, Sydney, is faith. Faith in a higher power, faith in my abilities, and faith that unlike Jerry, I will be able to stand alone and carry the burden he felt he could no longer shoulder on his own. Aligning yourself with Collins, even going so far to take on one of his signature holds as your own will soon prove to be your undoing. You are yet another blind sheep that he is leading to slaughter.”
“I’ve beaten Johnny Cannon, and I’ve taken Sylar Drake to his very limits. But, now, my career gets taken to the next level. I will exact revenge on Collins for the situation he has left me in, and I will take great joy in doing so. The Word of the Lord, Thanks Be to God.”
The Deacon bows his head for a moment of prayer. When he is finished he makes the sign of the cross, before turning once again and looking at the (R)Evolution banner as the scene fades to black.
The scene opens to the locker room of the Matthews Ministry, located deep in the bowels of the RIMAC Arena. Seated on a bench, in front of his locker, is the Reverend Jerry Matthews, still clad in his ring attire. He is breathing heavily, covered in bumps and bruises from his barnburner of his contest with Andreas Lasiewicz. In front of him, he holds his newly minted EXODUS Pro International Championship reverently in his hands. Tears of joy and excitement run down his cheeks. Clearly, it seems that he is still in disbelief over what could have possibly been the biggest win of his professional wrestling career.
The camera pans out, and standing a few feet away from the seated holy man is his spiritual liaison and personal bodyguard Deacon Jeremiah Robinson. In stark contrast to his mentor, Jeremiah stands with his arms crossed, with a concerned expression on his face. He also appears to still be wincing in pain after the savage, heinous assault at the hands of “The Morning Star.” Obviously, something isn’t sitting right with him.
Jerry Matthews: Jeremiah, it’s finally happened. All the months of anguish, all the setbacks, all the struggles, and finally we have achieved satisfaction.
Deacon Jeremiah: But, at what cost, Reverend?
Abruptly, the good Reverend’s demeanor changes.
Jerry Matthews: What are you getting at, my brother?
Jeremiah takes a moment and removes his trademark sunglasses. He then stares intensely at Matthews, almost the same way a nanny would disappointingly gaze at a misbehaving child.
Deacon Jeremiah: The fact that you have to ask shows how poorly calculated this decision is for our ministry. I understand that the battle with Jonathan Collins took a lot out of you, changed you, caused you to question everything you’ve been taught and ever taught to me. All I’ll say is that I never thought I’d see the day where you would willingly submit to the bidding of a false messiah like Magnus Gunner, someone who professes himself to be on the same plane as our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. The Jerry Matthews I know would never stand for this, and I’d personally stand by his side and watch with careful anticipation as you placed his head on a pike. He never would have sold himself for a big gold belt.
Matthews rises from the bench, the International title dangling at his left side. He walks over to the Deacon, stopping a few inches away from him.
Jerry Matthews: Let he who has no sin cast the first stone, Jeremiah. When I took you in, you were no more than a poison-peddling, backstabbing gang banger. You knew nothing about the concept of faith, about God. And, even though you have served so valuably for so long, you still know nothing compared to me. I’m the one that has had to bear the cross, to put myself in harm’s way ever since we started our little crusade. And, frankly, I’ve grown tired.
Jeremiah remains unfazed by Matthews’ criticism.
Deacon Jeremiah: And why is that, Jerry? Are the failures we’ve experienced really enough to sell away your life’s work just for a temporary alliance of convenience with Gunner and his cohorts?
Matthews slowly raises the International Championship over his head with his left arm.
Jerry Matthews: In one night, Christum Furor did more for me than our supposed ever-loving God did in a number of months. And, unlike the Most High, Furor recognizes my potential, and sees a place for me in his “New Age,” an era that will be marked by the long-awaited fall of the “Saint of Violence” the rest of the EXODUS Seikigun. You can’t always do everything alone, Jeremiah. And whether you like it or not, to get things done, sometimes you have to compromise. I would hope that this little tantrum of yours is an outlier rather than the norm, because I’m sure that Furor could find a place for you by his side as well. And, then, perhaps, just as I have, you can finally get what God the Father should’ve given to you long ago. Before long, you too might be able to call yourself a champion.
Jeremiah slowly raises his head and looks up at the International title, the light gleaming off of the decorative buckle. Silence persists between the two for a few moments before the Deacon breaks it.
Deacon Jeremiah: The two of us may as well have walked through the fires of hell together after all we’ve been through. It’s only because of that that leads me to not reject this notion outright. I have some thinking to do, Jerry. I need to look deep within myself before giving you anything close to an answer.
The two men continue to stare each other down intensely, and the camera zooms in on the International Championship belt as the scene fades to black.
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The scene opens to the backstage area of the (R)Evolution Wrestling Dojo, where standing in front of a banner advertising the inaugural edition of (R)Evolution Wrestling is one of the development camp’s newest additions in Deacon Jeremiah Robinson. He wears an all-black suit and his trademark dark sunglasses. He takes a second and looks back at the banner reflectively, before he turns back around and begins to speak.
Deacon Jeremiah: Trust is a funny thing, isn’t it brothers and sisters? Especially with the ever increasing uncertainty that continues to pervade our society at each and every level. As a natural instinct, whether it be by God’s design or not, it is not unusual for man to set up any number of defensive walls to protect himself from his peers. All the more reason why trust is such a valuable commodity.
Jeremiah begins to shake his head back and forth repeatedly.
Deacon Jeremiah: Recently, I’ve found myself in a position where I’m finding it hard to trust the very man that saved me from myself decades ago. Of course, I speak of the Reverend Matthews unexpectedly siding with Christum Furor and the rest of Gods & Monsters. This has hit me especially hard, my friends, and it should be no secret why. That’s because it was the good Reverend who reinstilled in me the ability to trust someone again. He saved me from a sure-fire prison sentence, helped me to gain revenge on my biggest betrayer, and made sure that I never regressed into my old, sinful habits. I have him to thank for everything I’ve ever achieved, but now…..
Jeremiah pauses, and removes his sunglasses. The camera pans in on his eyes, which are heavily bloodshot.
Deacon Jeremiah: Now, I feel as if I don’t know him any longer. He compromised the very values that he professed to me for years, all for a championship he hungered for and a new group of allies to carry on his crusade against Jonathan Collins. While these events caused me to doubt everything I have come to know in my new life of faith, after careful reflection, one thing became abundantly clear. And, that, brothers and sisters, is that Jonathan Collins is once again to blame.
“He drove ‘The Evangelist’ to the brink, and now has left me like a rudderless ship. All the more reason why I’ve made the decision to join (R)Evolution Wrestling. All I know is combating sin, and in EXODUS, that sin has always taken the form of either himself or his allies. To me, this is the only thing that seems to make sense anymore. And, unfortunately for his new group of students, especially Sydney Christensen, I will not allow myself to be like a saw that sits on a shelf, rusting out of a lack of use.”
“Sydney, your tenure in GDW’s development territory was well-established. You did it all, holding the World Championship on three separate occasions. But, while you may possess a good deal of ability, I bring something that Matthews may no longer be able to bring to the table. And, that, Sydney, is faith. Faith in a higher power, faith in my abilities, and faith that unlike Jerry, I will be able to stand alone and carry the burden he felt he could no longer shoulder on his own. Aligning yourself with Collins, even going so far to take on one of his signature holds as your own will soon prove to be your undoing. You are yet another blind sheep that he is leading to slaughter.”
“I’ve beaten Johnny Cannon, and I’ve taken Sylar Drake to his very limits. But, now, my career gets taken to the next level. I will exact revenge on Collins for the situation he has left me in, and I will take great joy in doing so. The Word of the Lord, Thanks Be to God.”
The Deacon bows his head for a moment of prayer. When he is finished he makes the sign of the cross, before turning once again and looking at the (R)Evolution banner as the scene fades to black.
