| How Do You Save What Can't Be Saved?; Showdown #30 - RP #1 | |
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| The Preacherman | Jun 21 2008, 07:47 AM Post #1 |
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The sun is setting on Monterrey, Mexico, creating a most beautiful scene from a small mesa in the La Huasteca mountains overlooking the city. Near the edge of the cliff stand the ruins of an old monastery. A gentle breeze causes the reddish brown dirt to swirl and dance along the ground. More forceful gusts shoot the dirt up into the air, creating mini tornados that glide over the eroding, cobblestone floors, and dissipate as they crash into crumbling walls made of mud and stone. The scene begins to shift from shot to shot of the old monastery. A century ago, it was a beautiful place of peace, where people could stop and pray if they wished. Now, after years and decades of misuse and neglect, only a few corridors and rooms are left. The scene finally stops shifting from place-to-place, and focuses on a most interesting image. A long corridor seems to stretch on forever, but eventually opens up to what used to be a room. Hanging low in the sky, and burning a bright orange, the sun shines through the far opening. The glare on the camera almost completely hides the silhouette of a man leaning against the arch at the far end of the hallway. The wind hasn’t let up at all, and continues to gently blow across the hilltop. Like the dirt and dust, the man’s poncho blows in the wind as well. Eventually, the camera begins to zoom in on the man. “Too many chiefs, and not enough Indians…” As the camera gets closer, the identity of the man is, of course, that of Billy Jacobs. Starting at his feet, the camera slowly pans upwards, revealing his unusual look. The extreme heat of Central Mexico is quite severe, which explains Jacobs’ change in attire. He has traded his worn out blue jeans and religious t-shirt for a pair of khaki shorts, and a black tank top/poncho combo. The high quality stitching on the front of the poncho depicts Calvary, the hill on which Jesus was crucified. The camera finally gets a close-up of Jacobs’ face, and he squints as more and more dust swirls around the room and gets in his eyes. Billy Jacobs: “Not only is that incredibly inaccurate, it’s politically incorrect.” Jacobs shakes his head as he chuckles to himself. The smile on his face is not of joy, or happiness… just shear amusement. Billy Jacobs: “I know you’re not a comedian, Mr. Carrig, but the foibles and follies of your words can’t help but bring a smile to my face. You feel that there are too many people tryin’ to run the show… too many people tryin’ to be the top dog. Now I’m not an expert, but isn’t that the point of wrestlin’ for most people? To be at the top? Heh… funny how that works." Jacobs continues to chuckle to himself, but has a sudden change in mood, and all amusement vanishes from his face. Now, stern faced as ever, Jacobs begins to speak again. Billy Jacobs: “Not only are you naïve, but you are a hypocrite as well. Don’t you strive to be at the top just like those you accuse? Don’t you want to have that gold strap around your waist… just like those you hate? You are here to show your dominance, just like every other soul in that locker room... aside from myself. You ARE a hypocrite, Drew Carrig… and you’re the only one that hasn’t realized it yet. But I’m not here to insult and belittle you, so lets move on shall we? Back to your ‘chief and indian’ remark. You see, there is only one chief around these parts, and call ME redundant, but that chief is the Lord God Almighty. He is the only bein’ that we, His humble servants, should be listenin’ to. All those in sVo that think they are the highest power… well… their time is comin’. But for right now, my attention is fixed on you, Drew.” Jacobs leans forward slightly, then pushes off the wall as he stands up straight. He begins to stroll through the monastery ruins, brushing dirt and dust off himself after each gust of wind. He slides his fingers across the old, decaying walls as he makes his way out to what used to be a small courtyard. In the middle of the yard stands an old tree; dried up and withered. Time has treated the tree just as it has treated the monastery that surrounded it. As Jacobs stares at the dead tree, he begins to laugh quietly once again. Billy Jacobs: “You treat sVo as a microcosm, as it is the only thing that exists to you. You have shut out everythin’ else, leavin’ you with nothin’ but competitive violence. That is no way to live… well, for a God fearin’ man, that is. I know you have been through some troublin’ times in the past, but that is no reason to shut yourself away… a prisoner to the squared circle. God created the Heavens and the Earth, and us along with them. To shelter yourself from the wonders and beauty of God… well, it’s not a sin, but it should be.” Jacobs has finally moved on from the lifeless tree, and now finds himself heading away from the ruins. As he nears the cliffs edge, the sun begins its decent below the horizon. The mountains create a large shadow that looms ever closer to the city, which gets Jacobs thinking. Billy Jacobs: “Little do those people down there know, but a true evil presence approaches their fine city. Carrig… you are that ‘evil’. A man that despises his very creator, is a man who despises himself. I don’t understand Drew… if God means nothin’ to you, then how do you explain your life before the terrible accident? A family, filled with love and devotion. Do you think that family just appeared out of thin air? Do you believe that Stacie and Kerry just simply happened? No, God is the reason for that family’s happiness… He is responsible for that family even existin’. Yet, now that they are gone, you shun the very reason for their existence. If you have truly turned your back on God, then you have turned your back on your late wife and daughter.” Jacobs peers down over the edge of the cliff, and stumbles backwards, shocked at the elevation of his current position. The darkness that has envelope that cliff base sends shivers down Jacobs’ spine, as it is a darkness fit for the depths of Hell itself. Billy Jacobs: “Why do you blame God for their deaths? Why do you act as if they were taken from you without provocation? Do you really think God would see fit to take all the love and joy from a man? That is ludicrous! God didn’t take them from you Drew, he just showed them a better place to be. They saw the light, and now they continue to exist in peace and joyfulness, just as they did back then. Don’t think for a second that you are the only person who has lost someone. Don’t think for a second that you are the only one in this world that has felt pain and sufferin’. Trust me when I say this Drew… I have traversed the darkness, just like you. I have felt the burnin’ heat of Hell, and made that long, maddenin’ climb back out. The only difference is, I accepted help from God, and my faith in Him guided me home. He saw me through the most troublin’ times in my life, but only because I let him. You, however… you climbed from the abyss on your own; lightenin’ your load by discardin’ all you once held dear. You lost somethin’ when you went through Hell and back, but you gained somethin’ all-the-same. The happiness and joy you once felt… they burned up in the fiery pits, only to be replaced by misdirected anger and hatred.” Jacobs is now seated on the edge of the cliff, his legs dangling of into space. Being this high up starts to bring a sense of ease and relaxation to Jacobs. He feels as though he could reach up and touch the Hand of God. This is the most at peace he has felt in a long, long time. Billy Jacobs: “Drew Carrig… Evil Incarnate… I know you don’t want to listen to what I have to say. I know you don’t really want to have anythin’ to do with me. That is all well and fine, but mark my words… I am lookin’ forward to our meeting this Sunday. Why am I so excited, you ask? Well, it’s simple really… you asked me, how do I save a man that has already sold his soul to the Devil. Again, the answer is quite simple… I don’t! I do the Lord’s work by savin’ those who wish to be saved… people like me. I was saved because I wanted it so… you on the other hand… you seem to be content being miserable and alone. It’s a shame really… it’s a shame that you won’t ever get to see your lovin’ family again.” Jacobs now wears a long, sorrowful expression. While it is his faith driven duty, his forthcoming actions this Sunday still weigh heavily on his mind and soul. Billy Jacobs: “You want to know what I’m goin’ to do to a man that has already sold his soul to the Devil… I’m goin’ to send him straight back to where he should have never returned from. Drew Carrig… Evil Incarnate… as the Lord God as my witness, I will crush you. The wrath of God will strike down on you, and deliver you to the Evil One, so that you may continue to exist in your tiny world of pain and torture. You call me ‘insignificant’ and ‘powerless’… I agree. But my faith in the Lord, and His love for me make up for any and all of my short-comin’s. This Sunday, I pray that you do not suffer… I pray that God’s justice be swift and painless.” Jacobs continues to sit on the cliff, watching the sun slowly disappear. Bit by bit, the evening light fades away, and the city lights come on, one by one. Jacobs is enjoying his God’s eye view too much to return down the tricky slopes just yet. Instead, he remains in that same spot well into the night, saying prayers of thanks and forgiveness… ending each one with that simple word. AMEN Edited by The Preacherman, Jun 21 2008, 07:58 AM.
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