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Angels and Demons (Part 1); Showdown #29 - RP #1
Topic Started: Jun 13 2008, 07:34 AM (84 Views)
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Flight Attendant: “Ello sir, ‘ow are we today?”

The bright eyed and bushy-tailed flight attendant stands at the doorway of a 747 heading to New York. Her smile slowly melts away, and the glint in her eyes fades to show their dull grey color as she is greeted with a cold stare. Standing in front of her, a blonde haired gentleman wearing a worn out Billy Graham t-shirt, faded blue jeans, and a melancholy expression.

Billy Jacobs: “Just point me to my seat Miss.”

The young lady is taken aback by the blunt response. She fumbles as he presents his ticket, and she stumbles over her words as she fields Jacobs’ request.

Flight Attendant: “Se…seat D2… third ro… sorry, fourth row back… right nex’ta da winda.”

Jacobs looks up sharply, staring right into her eyes. With a complete stranger glaring at her, she squeamishly looks away. A curious little smile crosses Jacobs’ face.

Billy Jacobs: “Do you fear God?”

The flight attendant’s eyes double in size, as she doesn’t know what to think. She looks up at Jacobs, who quickly raises his right eyebrow, intrigued by what her answer may be. The only thing going through her mind… “Is this guy some sort of terrorist… or is he just plain crazy?”

Flight Attendant: “Yea…but in a good way. I go ta church wit me mum every Sunday.”

Jacobs’ smirk instantly grows into a full, toothy smile… the first full-fledged smile he’s let out in a long, long time. The flight attendant begins to loosen up as she sees that Jacobs means her no harm.

Billy Jacobs: “I’m a man of God myself… if you live in reverence for Him, then you shouldn’t fear me. Bless you child…… and I’m sorry for my behaviour. It’s been a long week.”

The two share quick nods of respect before Jacobs makes his way back through the plane and takes his seat. Jacobs, who was never one for a lot of travel is still getting used to life on the road. Well, in this case, it’s life in the air… but you get the idea. On his lap rests a small carry on bag. He unzips the bag and begins to rummage through it as the last of the passengers board the plane. The confusion increases as a husband and wife dash in, with their three small children in tow. The screams are ear-piercing, and the whining is unbearable. However, as Jacobs retrieves his Bible, and a small wooden cross from his bag, his surroundings seem to disappear. Even though this is only his second time on a plane, the first being the trip over to Europe… and even though he is still a little apprehensive… his Faith in God calms him.

Finally, with all the doors closed and locked, the engines begin to rev up, and the cabin gives a little shudder. Again, Jacobs is completely focused on his Bible, and pays no attention to his surroundings. Soon enough, the plane starts its pre-flight procedures, and is eventually taxiing down the runway. Jacobs grips his cross tighter and tighter to his chest as the plane slowly makes its ascent into the sky, and as the cabin trembles from the force of the take-off, Jacobs utters one of his usual near silent prayers… just for the extra reassurance.


Billy Jacobs: “Lord… I have more faith in You than any other bein’ in this great big universe. I trust that You will find me, your humble servant, safely all the way to New York, and onto Brazil…”

As the plane soars up into the low hanging clouds, Jacobs continues to pray. His fist aches as he holds on tightly to his cross. This is going to be a long trip… but it is the Will of the Lord.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

After a thirteen hour flight from London to New York, and another nine hour flight from New York, to Rio de Janeiro, Billy Jacobs is glad to finally be travelling by land again. While the bus ride from Rio to Porto Alegre is no mere half hour drive, Jacobs is still ecstatic to be back on God’s green earth. He is no longer preparing himself to sit at the right hand of God… instead, the lengthy bus ride now gives Jacobs time to prepare himself for the trials that await him at Estadio Gigantinho.

The scene follows a small charter bus as it travels down the coastal highway, which hugs the south Atlantic Ocean. As the camera zooms in to a close up of the bus, Billy Jacobs can be seen sitting near the back, his head resting against the window. The hum of the engine, and the whine of the tires on the asphalt soothe the restless Jacobs as he peers out over the ocean. Jacobs is used to the dry heat of South Carolina, but this muggy, tropical weather has him panting like a dog. His breath leaves condensation on the window, skewing his view of the pristine ocean waters. With his only means of passing time abruptly taken away from him, Jacobs turns inward and sets his thoughts on his upcoming match.


Billy Jacobs: “Triple threat. Most people see this as a high profile match. For anyone other person in my position… debutin’ on international television… this would be the greatest moment of their life… but not for me. The purpose of this ‘match’ isn’t to garner worldwide fame or recognition… well, at least not for myself. This is about the Lord’s work. This is about showin’ the power of faith to every man, woman, and child around the globe. This is about gettin’ the chance to save two lost souls. But the question is… are they worth savin’?”

Jacobs winces at the thought, and shakes his head in disappointment. That wasn’t very Christian of him. Of course they are worth saving. They are children of God… even if they have lost their way.

Billy Jacobs: “Matt Thornhill… he and I met in combat this past Monday, in my first of many battles between good and evil. Sure, I lost the match, but that’s not what’s important. The main thing is that Thornhill saw what I stand for… he bared witness the awesome power of the Lord. He saw that I could take what he had to offer, and this Sunday, he’ll see with his own eyes, and feel with his own flesh and bones what I truly have to offer. He may think he has won… but he is wrong. He may think of me as a man defeated. That was no defeat… that was a setback.”

In his mind, Jacobs goes back to the start of the week… back to the exact moment that Thornhill delivered the “Thorn in My Side” that ended their match. The thought of the maneuver is a painful reminder of his stiff, aching back. Jacobs knows the Lord teaches forgiveness, but for the time being, ‘forgive and forget’ has been thrown right out the window. Jacobs gingerly leans forward in his seat and lightly rubs his back.

Billy Jacobs: “Thornhill… this thing between you and I… it’s not over yet. Obviously, this is all part of the Lord’s plan. You see Matthew, the Lord wants you to see your own self worth, but don’t for a second misuse the gifts He has given you. He has given you the talent, and you know how to use it, but remember… I will always be there. The moment you take that last step over the line from self-confidence to self-idolization, I will be there to put you in your place. ”

With the ache in his back slowly dulling, Jacobs reaches down and grabs his cross from his travel bag. He leans back in his seat, and stares blankly up at the roof of the bus.

Billy Jacobs: “Believe it or not Matthew, in a way, I am your ‘guardian angel’. While I’m merely flesh and blood, and not some divine profit sent to you from the Heavens, I am here to help you. Sure, I’m not here to help you in your quest to regain lost glory… but I am here to aid you in a more important matter. With every breath you take, and every step you make, your immortal soul is at risk of bein’ lost. Satan is always lurkin’ in the shadows of your heart and mind, waitin’ for his opportunity to claim you in the afterlife. I am here to make sure that doesn’t happen. I am here to save you Matthew Thornhill, and the sooner you realize this and stand with me and not against me, the sooner we can both move on to truly bigger and better things.”

As much as Jacobs appears to dislike Thornhill on the outside, deep down he wants only the best for his opponent. The thought of losing just one soul to the Devil is more than he can bear. A shiver runs up and down his spine as images of the burning lakes of Hell race through his mind. He cannot let Matt Thornhill go down this path.

Billy Jacobs: “I know you say that this Sunday, things will be different, and that I, of all people, will see the biggest change in you. You claim that a beast will be unleashed from deep within you. I hate to say this Matthew, but if this is true… then you have already lost. The rage that builds in your mind, and the greed for glory that festers in your heart… that is not going to help you… it will only destroy you. Those are the tools of Satan! If this is the path that you wish to follow, then I will have no choice but to put you out of your misery, because misery is the only thing you will find at the bottom of this deep, dark grave that you’re diggin’ for yourself. I know that you think that to get ahead in life, you have to show respect to no one but yourself. I know that you think that you have to slam everyone to the ground, and use their lifeless bodies to boost yourself up life’s ladder. Believe me, I’ve been there before… and believe me, the higher up on the ladder you are, the more it’s gonna hurt when you fall off. I learned that the hard way, but luckily I was saved. Luckily I found faith in God… I accepted His light and His love when all else had seemed lost on me. If it weren’t for Him… I would be waiting for you in Hell right now.”

Once again, Jacobs clutches his cross to his chest. He feels as though a weight has lifted off his chest… yet at the same time, another, heavier weight has taken its place. He gently shuts his eyes as he actually begins to feel pity for Matt Thornhill. He had such high hopes for Matthew… hopes that Thornhill may someday see the light, and stand beside him in the ultimate showdown. However, now the time has come. Thornhill stands against Jacobs once more, and this time… he MUST choose a side. This time, Jacobs will see his first trial through. Save Matt Thornhill… or destroy him.

Billy Jacobs: “Matthew… you may think that I’ll be anxious walkin’ into Showdown this Sunday. You think I won’t know what to expect… but you are the one that should be anxious. You see… the ‘Thorn in My Side’… the move you used to momentarily delay the inevitable… that was nothin’! Our Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ took more than a thorn in His side. A spear pierced His flesh, and a crown of thorns pricked His head… but three days later… He arose from the grave… a Savior to mankind. Like Him, I am back… a mere thorn in my side could never keep me down. I’ve been hurt worse… I’ve even been on my deathbed… but I’ve come back from it all. Now it is my turn to be a Savior. So… do you truly wished to be saved? This Sunday we will both know for sure. Until then… I will keep you in my prayers.”

Mentally exhausted, Jacobs begins to slowly drift off to sleep. However, just as his thoughts begin to wander off into dreams, the image of a man appears in his mind. He is waist deep in a lake of fire… screaming for help. Demons surround him… taunting him and cursing him. Suddenly Jacobs’ entire body jerks to a rigid sitting position. Sweat rolls down his forehead, and his eyes are almost bugging out of his head. The lake of fire… was Hell… and the man… was William Vorheez.

Billy Jacobs: “William…”

The scene slowly pulls back from Jacobs’ panic stricken face, to a shot of the outside of the bus. As it continues down the coastal highway towards Porto Alegre, one last thought can be heard from Billy Jacobs.

“It may already be too late…”

AMEN


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