Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2015 18:12:15 GMT -6
Nathan stood in the barn, the upper level of it, where he had just sent Nocturnal through the opening and down an unknown distance to the ground. As he looked upon the body of his broken rival, he felt it. Something he hadn’t felt since old days he didn’t talk about much anymore.
He felt satisfaction. Justified. He hoped against hope that Nocturnal’s career had come to an end, fuck, his life even. Nathan simply didn’t care. It was a feeling he’d not felt since fighting the British in Northern Ireland. Images of the final moments of the match made the trip to Chicago much, much more pleasant for Nathan.
There was however, the added bonus that the win over Nocturnal had once again pushed Nathan into position to claim the World Title shot and this time, the table seemed set perfectly for him. He had 3 other people in the match. All 3 of them hated each other with a vengeance. One of them was currently in a very heated feud with the special guest referee. But Nathan had an advantage over them all. A couple, actually. The first being his finishing move was devastating and could be hit a hundred different ways and literally out of nowhere… There was also the matter of his opponents, but he had a plan to address that and it would come later, after they landed. For now.. he would rest and relax. Mentally preparing himself for the coming battle.
A couple of hours later saw Tera and Nathan walking through the viewing room of a funeral home. Well, Nathan is walkiing around, inspecting the coffins, Tera is standing off to the side. This is something Nathan is much more familiar with then he would like to be. After all, the last time he was in a funeral home like this, he was planning the funeral of his wife and two children. Once more, three coffins are laid on the floor. One of them a beautifully crafted white coffin. One is a black coffin and the other is fairly simple yet finely crafted wooden mahogany coffin. Nathan carefully inspects each coffin and nods his approval as he opens the coffins and checks within, again nodding. Tera finally speaks up. “Nate… Nate we dunnae have to do this.. You’ve been different ever since that fight with Nocturnal.. I know what’s goin through your head…”
Nathan sighs and nods. “We landed Tera. Jesse Styles made sure I heard Hunter’s little tirade. Valora has been silent, meaning she’s planning. Blair is most likely looking for another shortcut or spending as much time with her belt as she can before it’s taken from her. No Tera.. More than ever… this sermon. This.. homily if you will… is needed. Camera.”
“Nate..”
“Dammit woman! I said turn on the bloody camera!”
Tera glares at Nathan but chalks the outburst up to stress and turns the camera on. By the time it’s on and she nods to him, Nathan is composed and almost eerily calm as he looks around. He is once more dressed as a priest and adjusts his collar and clears his throat.
“Fans of New Edge Wrestling. I have received many of your emails as well as emails and letters from wrestling fans in the Midwest. A common request is for me to resume Confessions with Father Nathan or Nathan’s Homilies. Unfortunately, for reasons I will soon get too, far too few people are interested in confessing their sins and seeking atonement and redemption. If people change and begin asking for forgiveness, Confessions may return. For now I give you a very special and very important sermon.”
Nathan gestures to the three coffins and nods solemnly.
“For today my friends.. is a black day. Today we are here to mourn the passing of three Legends of New Edge Wrestling. Ironically three legends born into legend at the same time. Ironically, three legends who will perish at the same time. For you see, IGNITE 200 will forever change the landscape of New Edge Wrestling. The old guard is in decline. Roger Wright and Nocturnal fell at Tension in Texas. Al Envy continues to corrupt my young protege Dixie and lead her astray but he has locked himself in mediocrity. Shackled himself to a second tier belt with chains he himself has forged link by link. He will find such trappings easy to make yet difficult to escape from. As I said the Old Guard is falling.. long live the new guard.”
Nathan walks over to the coffins again, running a hand over each of them slowly and deliberately.
“The tragic thing is that the deaths of these three legends could have been prevented… their blood need not be shed. But alas, it is that greatest Sin of Man that shall be their undoing.. for you see, these three poor, unfortunate souls all share common Sins. PRIDE. LUST. GREED. The Deadly Sins are called Deadly for a warning.. heed my warning or learn that this bell tolls for thee.”
Nathan walks over to the white coffin and opens it, removing a couple of items from it before he closes the coffin and looks at the coffin as if in remorse. “I imagine at one point Blair Buchanan was much like this. Pure. Innocent. However, something happened…” He says as he drapes a light transparent dark cloth over it and sighed. “Of course, like most people in America today, Blair won’t admit to anything being her fault. It’s the easy way out, isn’t it? My parents made me like this. The neighborhood I grew up in treated me like this. Bullies picked on them in school. Some people even blame God. God made me this way. God’s will. As a man of the cloth, I will say this one time and one time only. God gave us all Free Will. What we choose to do with that will is up to us. Blair has chosen her path. I never saw anyone put a gun to her head and force her to do something. I’ve never seen her ask for forgiveness or even admit she had made a mistake. Pride goeth before the Fall so they say. Blair has Pride enough to make Lucifer himself blush with shame. She has Greed. She has shown she will do anything, subject herself to anything for gold. For the high life. For the next material thing. Blair, Remember this, Our Lord and Savior said it is easier to pass a camel through the eye of a needle than it is for a rich man, or in your case, woman, to get into Heaven. You will find all the money and material goods in the world cold comfort when you are gone and suffering for your sins. As for Lust… must we really go into THAT category. I do believe myself and Rob Riot are the only men in New Edge you’ve not slept with and that’s because we have standards that are… somewhat above common whores.. even whores passing themselves off as women of status..”
Nathan places a picture of Blair on top of the white coffin with the transparent black cloth draped on it and makes the sign of the cross, muttering in Latin before repeating the prayer in English so that the viewers understand it. “In the Name of the Father, and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, may you find peace in the afterlife and may the Lord forgive you all your sins.”
Nathan then walks over to the black coffin and opens it up, once more removing some items. Closing the coffin, he places a generic Luchadore’s mask on the lid, followed by a blue bandanna Valora is known to wear and that New Edge has been known to sell replicas of as merch. Nathan looks truly sad as he looks at the coffin. “Valora Salinas. My God lass, if anyone can truly claim to have been wronged by God, it is you. You remind me of a Greek Heroine brought to life, forever denied your happy ending. I feel for you lass, I truly do. You and I were in Unstable together and I respect the hell out of you… but that being said you are not innocent at all, are you? Tell me, has the blood on your hands washed away your pain? Your guilt? Your anguish? Would she approve of who and what you are now? I ask you to think of this seriously, Valora. I never had the honor of meeting the one who claimed your heart. Think about her and ask yourself what she would think of you now.
Of the three doomed here today you are the one closest to being salvageable.. I’ve seen your nobility fight to get out. I’ve heard of your charitable works, behind the scenes. But you are so obsessed with death aren’t you? Do you truly believe death will free you? You have a unique set of sins, Valora. Pride. You remind me of me when I was younger.. you can’t go two bloody seconds without beating your chest and reminding us all of your legend killer status. Well… now you yourself are a legend. You truly believe that you are the BEST candidate for New Edge Champion? A woman who at times seems to walk out to that ring determined to die? Could you possibly admit someone else might be a better fit? Your crusade against Jesse Styles… why because he picked someone other than you for the Styles Mafia? You’re far too skilled and intelligent to be a lackey and yet at times it seems that’s your ambition. You might claim to hate Cera but you and her wanted into the Mafia for the same reason. You both thought it would springboard you into the World Title picture, so do not lecture Hunter and Blair about taking shortcuts, cause ya sound like a hypocrite.”
Nathan sighs and takes a breath here before continuing.
“Lust? Well, you might not be obsessed with sex but you have lusts… a lust for blood.. for pain… for violence.. Wrath is also a big Deadly sin of yours… that Rage will be the death of you one of these days… perhaps even at IGNITE 200. You have a lust for the World Title too. Nothing else seems to matter to you, does it? Are you willing to sell your soul… again… to get it?
And we have Greed. This is mainly focused on the world titles, honors and accolades.. once more things that mean nothing if you sacrifice yourself to get them. Things that can’t be taken with you when you do finally pass from this world and, you are no immortal, Valora. Only God himself can claim that. One day you WILL die… the question is where will go then? You are like Faust. So convinced your damned… so...arrogantly uninformed… too prideful to ask for forgiveness, you damn yourself and thus fulfill your own misguided conclusion. Sit down with me, Valora… confess your sins… ask God to forgive you and the weight you carry on your soul will lift.”
Nathan sighs and walks over to the black coffin adorned with the luchadore mask and bandana and sets a picture of Valora on it as he makes the sign of the cross , saying a prayer in latin before repeating it in English for the viewers. “In the Name of the Father and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Lord, we ask you to look with kindness and compassion on your servant Valora.. weigh her goodness and inner nobility, her charitable works and services against the darkness fighting for her soul. Give her the strength to seek redemption and save her from her path of self destruction. If nothing else, Lord please grant her the one thing this life has denied her. Peace. Grant her eternal happiness with her lover and let her finally enjoy her happy ending.”
Nathan then walks to the third coffin and his expression noticeably darkens. “Ah yes, our third member. Hunter Valentyne. The personification of Pride. A man that has failed so completely and utterly at life that only New Edge is willing to take him in. A man who has all the mentality and creativity of someone in Secondary school, Someone who has to cover his failures by creating a fantasy where only he can save people, where he is blinded to his own hypocrisy. He accuses me, and Valora and Rob Riot of thinking ourselves entitled. What about you Hunter? Have you noticed yours is the only voice speaking about how great you are. Have you noticed that while you belittle the fans, you crave their attention and if they won’t cheer for you, might as well throw a tantrum and see how many swear words you can throw together. After all negative attention is better than no attention at all, aye?”
Nathan shakes his head.
“You are pathetic. You are not some self appointed God, nor is Rob Riot. Both you could use an ego and reality check and, as luck would have it, both of you are getting one right now, in the loony bin. How fitting. You see Hunter. The world does not revolve around you. Just because you say something does not make it so and it turns out that there are, indeed, consequences to your actions and the price to be paid is only beginning. At IGNITE 200, you will pay the piper. and I believe I have, already given you more time than you deserve but still… rituals must be observed..”
Nathan seta the picture of Hunter Valentyne on the coffin and begins his prayer in English after the Latin version.
“In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.. Heavenly Father, I must confess that I, in my human imperfection, am unable to find a single redeemable quality about Hunter Valentyne. However, if by some miracle, Hunter comes to realize his errors and seeks redemption, please forgive him of his sins and help him find a good influence in his life.”
Nathan takes a final, deep breath and walks out in front of the coffins, gesturing back to them.
“One final message New Edge fans.. as we conclude here today, we must take heart. In their own, unique ways, each of the three legends here has contributed something New Edge. They’ve made it better and they’ve been declared Legends. We must respect and honor that. However, it is important to remember through our mourning that just as the blood of our savior Jesus Christ saved us all, so too, will the blood of these three lead to a renewal and rebirth. A new legend will rise. A new Champion will be crowned…
As for my opponents… Remember this.. the Man is comin’ around at Ignite 200. One of these coffins will be filled. Whose coffin is to be filled? Whose time has come? I have ended Nocturnal.. who am I coming for next?
We’ll find out soon enough.”
Nathan makes the cut sign and Tera turns the camera off.
He felt satisfaction. Justified. He hoped against hope that Nocturnal’s career had come to an end, fuck, his life even. Nathan simply didn’t care. It was a feeling he’d not felt since fighting the British in Northern Ireland. Images of the final moments of the match made the trip to Chicago much, much more pleasant for Nathan.
There was however, the added bonus that the win over Nocturnal had once again pushed Nathan into position to claim the World Title shot and this time, the table seemed set perfectly for him. He had 3 other people in the match. All 3 of them hated each other with a vengeance. One of them was currently in a very heated feud with the special guest referee. But Nathan had an advantage over them all. A couple, actually. The first being his finishing move was devastating and could be hit a hundred different ways and literally out of nowhere… There was also the matter of his opponents, but he had a plan to address that and it would come later, after they landed. For now.. he would rest and relax. Mentally preparing himself for the coming battle.
A couple of hours later saw Tera and Nathan walking through the viewing room of a funeral home. Well, Nathan is walkiing around, inspecting the coffins, Tera is standing off to the side. This is something Nathan is much more familiar with then he would like to be. After all, the last time he was in a funeral home like this, he was planning the funeral of his wife and two children. Once more, three coffins are laid on the floor. One of them a beautifully crafted white coffin. One is a black coffin and the other is fairly simple yet finely crafted wooden mahogany coffin. Nathan carefully inspects each coffin and nods his approval as he opens the coffins and checks within, again nodding. Tera finally speaks up. “Nate… Nate we dunnae have to do this.. You’ve been different ever since that fight with Nocturnal.. I know what’s goin through your head…”
Nathan sighs and nods. “We landed Tera. Jesse Styles made sure I heard Hunter’s little tirade. Valora has been silent, meaning she’s planning. Blair is most likely looking for another shortcut or spending as much time with her belt as she can before it’s taken from her. No Tera.. More than ever… this sermon. This.. homily if you will… is needed. Camera.”
“Nate..”
“Dammit woman! I said turn on the bloody camera!”
Tera glares at Nathan but chalks the outburst up to stress and turns the camera on. By the time it’s on and she nods to him, Nathan is composed and almost eerily calm as he looks around. He is once more dressed as a priest and adjusts his collar and clears his throat.
“Fans of New Edge Wrestling. I have received many of your emails as well as emails and letters from wrestling fans in the Midwest. A common request is for me to resume Confessions with Father Nathan or Nathan’s Homilies. Unfortunately, for reasons I will soon get too, far too few people are interested in confessing their sins and seeking atonement and redemption. If people change and begin asking for forgiveness, Confessions may return. For now I give you a very special and very important sermon.”
Nathan gestures to the three coffins and nods solemnly.
“For today my friends.. is a black day. Today we are here to mourn the passing of three Legends of New Edge Wrestling. Ironically three legends born into legend at the same time. Ironically, three legends who will perish at the same time. For you see, IGNITE 200 will forever change the landscape of New Edge Wrestling. The old guard is in decline. Roger Wright and Nocturnal fell at Tension in Texas. Al Envy continues to corrupt my young protege Dixie and lead her astray but he has locked himself in mediocrity. Shackled himself to a second tier belt with chains he himself has forged link by link. He will find such trappings easy to make yet difficult to escape from. As I said the Old Guard is falling.. long live the new guard.”
Nathan walks over to the coffins again, running a hand over each of them slowly and deliberately.
“The tragic thing is that the deaths of these three legends could have been prevented… their blood need not be shed. But alas, it is that greatest Sin of Man that shall be their undoing.. for you see, these three poor, unfortunate souls all share common Sins. PRIDE. LUST. GREED. The Deadly Sins are called Deadly for a warning.. heed my warning or learn that this bell tolls for thee.”
Nathan walks over to the white coffin and opens it, removing a couple of items from it before he closes the coffin and looks at the coffin as if in remorse. “I imagine at one point Blair Buchanan was much like this. Pure. Innocent. However, something happened…” He says as he drapes a light transparent dark cloth over it and sighed. “Of course, like most people in America today, Blair won’t admit to anything being her fault. It’s the easy way out, isn’t it? My parents made me like this. The neighborhood I grew up in treated me like this. Bullies picked on them in school. Some people even blame God. God made me this way. God’s will. As a man of the cloth, I will say this one time and one time only. God gave us all Free Will. What we choose to do with that will is up to us. Blair has chosen her path. I never saw anyone put a gun to her head and force her to do something. I’ve never seen her ask for forgiveness or even admit she had made a mistake. Pride goeth before the Fall so they say. Blair has Pride enough to make Lucifer himself blush with shame. She has Greed. She has shown she will do anything, subject herself to anything for gold. For the high life. For the next material thing. Blair, Remember this, Our Lord and Savior said it is easier to pass a camel through the eye of a needle than it is for a rich man, or in your case, woman, to get into Heaven. You will find all the money and material goods in the world cold comfort when you are gone and suffering for your sins. As for Lust… must we really go into THAT category. I do believe myself and Rob Riot are the only men in New Edge you’ve not slept with and that’s because we have standards that are… somewhat above common whores.. even whores passing themselves off as women of status..”
Nathan places a picture of Blair on top of the white coffin with the transparent black cloth draped on it and makes the sign of the cross, muttering in Latin before repeating the prayer in English so that the viewers understand it. “In the Name of the Father, and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, may you find peace in the afterlife and may the Lord forgive you all your sins.”
Nathan then walks over to the black coffin and opens it up, once more removing some items. Closing the coffin, he places a generic Luchadore’s mask on the lid, followed by a blue bandanna Valora is known to wear and that New Edge has been known to sell replicas of as merch. Nathan looks truly sad as he looks at the coffin. “Valora Salinas. My God lass, if anyone can truly claim to have been wronged by God, it is you. You remind me of a Greek Heroine brought to life, forever denied your happy ending. I feel for you lass, I truly do. You and I were in Unstable together and I respect the hell out of you… but that being said you are not innocent at all, are you? Tell me, has the blood on your hands washed away your pain? Your guilt? Your anguish? Would she approve of who and what you are now? I ask you to think of this seriously, Valora. I never had the honor of meeting the one who claimed your heart. Think about her and ask yourself what she would think of you now.
Of the three doomed here today you are the one closest to being salvageable.. I’ve seen your nobility fight to get out. I’ve heard of your charitable works, behind the scenes. But you are so obsessed with death aren’t you? Do you truly believe death will free you? You have a unique set of sins, Valora. Pride. You remind me of me when I was younger.. you can’t go two bloody seconds without beating your chest and reminding us all of your legend killer status. Well… now you yourself are a legend. You truly believe that you are the BEST candidate for New Edge Champion? A woman who at times seems to walk out to that ring determined to die? Could you possibly admit someone else might be a better fit? Your crusade against Jesse Styles… why because he picked someone other than you for the Styles Mafia? You’re far too skilled and intelligent to be a lackey and yet at times it seems that’s your ambition. You might claim to hate Cera but you and her wanted into the Mafia for the same reason. You both thought it would springboard you into the World Title picture, so do not lecture Hunter and Blair about taking shortcuts, cause ya sound like a hypocrite.”
Nathan sighs and takes a breath here before continuing.
“Lust? Well, you might not be obsessed with sex but you have lusts… a lust for blood.. for pain… for violence.. Wrath is also a big Deadly sin of yours… that Rage will be the death of you one of these days… perhaps even at IGNITE 200. You have a lust for the World Title too. Nothing else seems to matter to you, does it? Are you willing to sell your soul… again… to get it?
And we have Greed. This is mainly focused on the world titles, honors and accolades.. once more things that mean nothing if you sacrifice yourself to get them. Things that can’t be taken with you when you do finally pass from this world and, you are no immortal, Valora. Only God himself can claim that. One day you WILL die… the question is where will go then? You are like Faust. So convinced your damned… so...arrogantly uninformed… too prideful to ask for forgiveness, you damn yourself and thus fulfill your own misguided conclusion. Sit down with me, Valora… confess your sins… ask God to forgive you and the weight you carry on your soul will lift.”
Nathan sighs and walks over to the black coffin adorned with the luchadore mask and bandana and sets a picture of Valora on it as he makes the sign of the cross , saying a prayer in latin before repeating it in English for the viewers. “In the Name of the Father and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Lord, we ask you to look with kindness and compassion on your servant Valora.. weigh her goodness and inner nobility, her charitable works and services against the darkness fighting for her soul. Give her the strength to seek redemption and save her from her path of self destruction. If nothing else, Lord please grant her the one thing this life has denied her. Peace. Grant her eternal happiness with her lover and let her finally enjoy her happy ending.”
Nathan then walks to the third coffin and his expression noticeably darkens. “Ah yes, our third member. Hunter Valentyne. The personification of Pride. A man that has failed so completely and utterly at life that only New Edge is willing to take him in. A man who has all the mentality and creativity of someone in Secondary school, Someone who has to cover his failures by creating a fantasy where only he can save people, where he is blinded to his own hypocrisy. He accuses me, and Valora and Rob Riot of thinking ourselves entitled. What about you Hunter? Have you noticed yours is the only voice speaking about how great you are. Have you noticed that while you belittle the fans, you crave their attention and if they won’t cheer for you, might as well throw a tantrum and see how many swear words you can throw together. After all negative attention is better than no attention at all, aye?”
Nathan shakes his head.
“You are pathetic. You are not some self appointed God, nor is Rob Riot. Both you could use an ego and reality check and, as luck would have it, both of you are getting one right now, in the loony bin. How fitting. You see Hunter. The world does not revolve around you. Just because you say something does not make it so and it turns out that there are, indeed, consequences to your actions and the price to be paid is only beginning. At IGNITE 200, you will pay the piper. and I believe I have, already given you more time than you deserve but still… rituals must be observed..”
Nathan seta the picture of Hunter Valentyne on the coffin and begins his prayer in English after the Latin version.
“In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.. Heavenly Father, I must confess that I, in my human imperfection, am unable to find a single redeemable quality about Hunter Valentyne. However, if by some miracle, Hunter comes to realize his errors and seeks redemption, please forgive him of his sins and help him find a good influence in his life.”
Nathan takes a final, deep breath and walks out in front of the coffins, gesturing back to them.
“One final message New Edge fans.. as we conclude here today, we must take heart. In their own, unique ways, each of the three legends here has contributed something New Edge. They’ve made it better and they’ve been declared Legends. We must respect and honor that. However, it is important to remember through our mourning that just as the blood of our savior Jesus Christ saved us all, so too, will the blood of these three lead to a renewal and rebirth. A new legend will rise. A new Champion will be crowned…
As for my opponents… Remember this.. the Man is comin’ around at Ignite 200. One of these coffins will be filled. Whose coffin is to be filled? Whose time has come? I have ended Nocturnal.. who am I coming for next?
We’ll find out soon enough.”
Nathan makes the cut sign and Tera turns the camera off.