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Topic Started: Mar 13 2010, 04:18 PM (42 Views)
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“PRIDE: Unrestrained appreciation of our own worth.”

- St. Peter’s Church, Memphis; 2010

DJ stood outside of the large catholic church in Memphis having not yet left the city. Just a day following his attack on Shane, the Future of Wrestling in DJ was feeling confident in his capacities to defeat The Teacher at Showdown. After all he believed Johnny All Star had done enough damage to the man’s body that he would not be at 100% for the show and to that end he would be easy picking for everyone that was no doubt seeking to put an end to him. He wore a black fedora with a slick black business suit with an white open collar dress shirt. He looked rather well put together though there was something odd about DJ. It was the look on his face, the way he smiled and the way he showed his sharp white teeth.

The Future of Wrestling was at the helm once again and DJ was more or less shuffled into the back for now.

His eyes looked up at the large church in front of him, his slender left hand slid into his pocket as his right hand moved up to touch the brim of his fedora. The sounds of the organ inside chiming elegantly on the soft warm summer breeze that moved around DJ. People came and went from the church silently, its large wooden doors standing open and inviting. Taking in a soft breath DJ began to walk slowly to the doors, letting his right hand fall from his hat into his pocket.

As he approached the large wooden doors he could hear the world outside begin to die out as he entered the sacred grounds of “God’s House”. The air was warmer in this place, closer and thicker despite the face the chamber DJ stepped into was large, capable of housing many hundreds of people. The church, built in 1858, contained many of the traditional features of classically designed church. High vaulted ceilings, gloriously created stain class windows, the master piece of which hung at the far end of the church over the main alter.

Stopping by a small marble dish of holy water, DJ crossed himself before moving into the church proper. DJ’s eyes moved over everything taking it all in as he breathed in deeply the sacred and pious halls rich history, a smug twisted smile passing over his face. His hands slide out of his pocket as he unbuttons the black dress coat he is wearing before stretching his arms out to his sides taking in a deep breath.

“Welcome to St. Peter’s Church.”

A soft spoken man said as DJ turned quickly, his face shown in surprise. A young pastor stood there smiling kindly at DJ in his vestments. DJ quickly collected himself and offered a not to sharky smile at the man, extending his hand to the pastor.

“..well we are glad to be here in the house of our Lord, his glory is all.” DJ said as the pastor shook his hand. DJ used his free hand to pull his hat off his head in mock politeness though the pastor did not see to pick up on it happily shaking hands.

“Indeed, we are blessed. My name is Pastor Scotty Danielson and you are?” the smaller man said, smiling brightly the entire time.

“..Oh a Mr. DJ. A pleasure to meet you, Padre.” he responded, releasing Danielson’s hand, folding his own across his waist, clasping the brim of the hat with both of his hands.

“Pleased to meet you Mr. DJ. What brings you to our church?” Pastor Scotty said. “Are you Catholic or are you simply an interested soul?”

“Oh we are both men of God, trust in that. Was curious if you had confession today..“ DJ said, leaning toward Pastor Danielson. “We have something to.. Confide to a man of the cloth while seeking his advice.”

The Pastor nodded solemnly, understanding at least for his part, the importance of confession. He smiled again kindly to DJ before motioning him toward the confession booths.

“Yes, my son. There is also a Sheppard for a lamb of God. Please, take a seat in the booth and I shall be with you shortly.” he said, offering an encouraging smile before moving off to a side door to prepare himself for confession.

DJ nodded and turned toward the booths eyeing them. It had been years since he had been in confession.. At least since he was a small boy. But he needed to tell someone and this was the best way to do it. He turned his head to watch Pastor Danielson move into what DJ assumed was his office before he walked toward the confession booth.

The wooden door of the confession booth was as beautiful as the rest of the church, smooth dark varnished rose wood with oak filigree work in the shape of an angel made it certainly appear as a pious piece of work. He slide the door open and stepped into the small dark room which smelled of dried flowers. Closing the door behind him he set his hat to the side and lowered himself to his knees on the small red velvet kneeler in front of himself.

As DJ kneeled in the small dark room he noticed the small bible in the corner for his reading pleasure. He eyed it for a moment but did not pick it up. He loathed the book as his grandfather had forced him to read it frequently during his time with him. It was a book that might have been inspiration to others but to DJ it was merely a punishment. A punishment from his grandfather. His face contorted to match his distain before he heard the Pastor enter the booth on the other side of the small screen before him.

“My son, how long has it been since your last confession?”

DJ pondered that for a moment. He knew it had been since he was a teenager but how long was it.. God usually wanted specifics after all, he was a very demanding deity. After a quick count up in his head DJ spoke again.

“Let me see.. I believe it has been no less then 14 years since my last confession.” he said, blinking at the dark screen where the outline of the pastor could be seen but no details obvious.

“I see, my son. It is never too long to speak to God about your sins. Now please.. What have you done that you need forgiveness from Heaven?”

“Padre.. In a few days there is an event called Showdown. This is going to sound.. Silly but it is a wrestling event of some importance to us. To me. To go into this match is to put your life on the line. To put everything you stand for on the line as this match is not for the weak at heart. I'm in a tournament where we are forced to engage each other until just one man remains at the Resurrection PPV as the champion.”

DJ paused for a moment to let Pastor Danielson take it all in. It was not a normal thing for a man like him to hear but it was all a means to an end.

“In this match there are.. Unclean individuals. Impure souls who need to be shown that the light of God does not welcome the madness of corruption. Heretics and heathens, men and women who have all parleyed with the wickedness. We have.. Already took out one of these individuals. We did. And we put him in his place for the moment.”

Another pause before the Pastor spoke up finally, his voice some what shaky as he was not sure exactly if he was dealing with a crazy person.

“..I see my son.. But.. You could speak to God in prayer. If you have no need of Confess-”

“Quiet!.. We are getting to it Pastor, patience is a virtue. Now.. Joseph Equinox was his name. After the last event we showed him that no one escapes justice.. And in doing so we realized what we have to do. We have to take up a long lost mantel. We must be SVO’s Witch Hunter. Oh, SVO stands for Sanctioned Violence Organization, its where we are.. But yes. We must become the Pious natured Witch Hunter who is the champion of God against the Heretics..”

As he spoke DJ’s eyes danced with the possibilities of being God’s enforcer, the willing instrument of God’s violence. Much like the Witch Hunters of old, DJ would weed out the unclean elements of the Federation and ensure they were met with Justice. Showdown would be a perfect staging ground for this.. He swelled with pious pride at the prospect of doing the “Just” work in his war against certain individuals with SVO.

“I see my son.. But the Witch Hunters and their ilk were.. Madmen of God killing innocent people all across Europe and then of course, the events that happened in New England early in America’s history.. This is not a just path..”

“..weak. That’s why the church is faltering Padre.. Because fewer men are capable.. Or willing to do what has to be done. Corruption runs rapid because the Church has grown compliant with the rapid sin in this world. But We shall do more then that. We shall be the beacon of a new era for all those who seek Justice. A Minister of the Old Word… As for innocence… There is no such thing as innocence, just varying degrees of guilt. For man is a creature of sin, from his birth he begins to offend the world around him. It is time something was done about that..”

DJ spoke as if he were spitting venom at the world, his words becoming harsher and harsher in tone. There was another moment of silence as the Pastor on the other side attempted to understand what he was talking about. Finally the silence was broken.

“..My son. What do you plan to do?”

“It’s very simple, Padre. We are going to single out those offenders and make them wish they had never crawled out from their holes to try and offend the air with their stench. Starting with The Teacher. He has lost his place in this world and embraced an ideology that is.. Counter to the true path. This.. Teacher probably thinks he is some kind of hero and that he is to be looked up to. He thinks he can teach people and guide their lifes. We know this to be a lie. He has advanced this far and for that he must pay. He is impure. He must be dealt with..”

“My son, God’s work.. Does not begin in pain but in Forgiveness. These people should not be punished with violence for their suffering is done so outside of the loving embrace of God. Please.. Reconsider your decision.”

Another pause as the ball ended up in DJ’s court. The Pastor was trying to talk him out of doing what had to be done.. A test of his worth maybe? Or his dedication. No.. He was perfect for the job. He was the man who had to do this. It was his responsibility. His duty. It was the Future of Wrestling’s purpose.. To bring punishment to those who did not fear that which was rightfully feared. Purity. He was the pure spirit. He knew it. And he was proud of it.

“No, Pastor Danielson. We must do this. Consider it a.. Test of Faith.” DJ said as he reached into the inner lining of his coat, pulling out a small silver case. He opened it, removing a small syringe and glass bottle. He pushed the needle through the small soft rubber cap of the bottle, pulling the liquid within out into the cylinder. All of this was unseen by the pastor who was obscured on the other side of the cloth mesh.

“No my son.. The Test of Faith comes from fighting the darker urges with our self. That we temper our wrath with compas-” However before the Pastor can finish his statement DJ tears through the cloth mesh between the two of them with the needle in his hand. A brief moment later and the needle is in the pastor’s neck, his eyes closing nearly immediately.

“My apologies, Padre. We just had to tell someone but.. It was truly for God’s ears only. Can’t have you running off to tell people anything. Don’t worry.. Your not going to die. This is just a sedative chemical that will cause you to rapid forget the last few moments as well as the events for the next hour or two. They use it on patience who have to undergo surgery while still away so that they do not remember any.. Traumatic events in the surgery. Pretty neat stuff, they use to give it to us when we were staying at a hospital. Now you just rest there for a moment.. You’ll be awake soon. Sorry about the confession booth but it shouldn’t be too much trouble to fix it.”

DJ patted the man on the side of the face before sliding out of the confessionary booth, slipping the syringe and the silver case back into his inner pocket. He looked around the church again, his eyes falling upon the beautiful stain glass picture of Jesus Christ. He eyed it for a moment before getting a smug look on his face.

“..a Martyr. No. You didn’t have the balls to do what was necessary either. We will though. We won’t die a Savior. We shall Live a Surge. And when all is said and done We will be the favorite son and you?.. You’ll just be the Other Son. Just wait. You’ll see.” DJ said with a smirk before he buttoned his dress coat up, pulling his fedora onto his head.

He turned and started to head for the exit, letting his finger running across the edge of the brim on his hat as he nodded to a statue of St. Peter on his way out.

“No need to stand sir, we’re just leaving. Going to make the world a better place before Showdown. Imagine That.”

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