Post by Deleted on May 31, 2015 22:01:47 GMT -6
OOC: The name of Xandor Kalel's alter ego is Wrath for the time being.
DATE: 05.28.2015
LOCATION: SEATTLE, WASHINGTON
TIME: 05:54PM
A long shadow moved up a grassy knoll between two long rows of stone grave markers. It was unusually sunny for a spring Seattle afternoon but the sea breeze that whipped up kept the temperatures down as the sun slowly began its descent into the western horizon. There were grave markers everywhere. And although the shadowy trek was slow, it was methodical, its steps plotted out, searching for the right place.
The shadow stopped in front of several graves that weren’t much different than the rest of the cemetery. One tombstone in particular was of interest. It had a Bud Light bottle sitting in the crevice between the stone and grass. The shadow turned towards the stone marker, realizing it had arrived at its destination. The bottle had a thin layer of mud and dried grass speckled all over it. The full bottle had been there for a few days. The cemetery grounds crew must have left the beer bottle alone on cleaning day in honor of the deceased.
The camera panned back to expose the identity of the shadowy visitor. The unmistakable presence and distinct black and blue hooded attire of the Wrath of God Incarnate stood over the grave. He looked down at the name on the marker and crouched down to get a closer look at the grave maker and the bottle sitting before it. When Wrath finally decided to break the silence his tone was solemn.
WRATH: “I want you to know you've been lied to.”
Wrath smirked as if he saw the reaction of the deceased to his comment.
WRATH: “Yes, not only did you swallow several bottles of beer last week, you swallowed a handful of bullshit to go along with it. Instead of beer nuts, you got served a pack of lies.”
A sinister smile formed on Wrath’s face as he imagined the reaction.
WRATH: “Who am I? I am the Wrath of God Incarnate. I am divine judgment made flesh.”
There is an awkward pause.
WRATH: “No, this isn't a joke. I am here to set things right. I am here to do what your brother didn't have the balls to do. I'm here to give you the raw and unadulterated truth.”
Wrath wiped off some of the mud and grass attached to the granite grave marker so the camera could see the name engraved on it. It read, “TYLER LAROUX,” the name of “Your Favorite Drug” Xavier Laroux’s deceased brother.
WRATH: “I flew up here to Seattle because I watched your brother serve you so much deception, I could not bare to see more injustice amongst siblings. It's one thing to deceive a stranger. But when you willfully deceive your own flesh and blood, the Most High looks down upon it with disdain. Look at Cain and Abel! When siblings do injustice to each other, the Wrath of God rains down upon them until they repent or they're no more.”
“This is why I am here.”
The debuting NEW wrestler let his words cross the supernatural barrier.
WRATH: “Tyler, let me be upfront with you. Your brother is still lost. So he’s six months ‘clean’ from alcohol. He is still an addict. He may not self-medicate with alcohol right now but he still medicates with another deadly toxin, nicotine. He may be giving his liver a temporary reprieve but now he subjects his lungs to a cancerous onslaught. He hasn't dealt with the emotional issues that brought on his addictions. He continues his self-destructive ways. He can't even keep up with a multi-mile jog chasing after some red-headed tail! But I'll return to that in a second. How is he supposed to stand up against me at NEW: IGNITE 206 on June 4th? How is he supposed to defeat me in Washington, D.C.?”
“Truthfully, he won’t. He can't.
“He can have all the heart in the world, Tyler. He can be the greatest prospect in the history of professional wrestling, but his lack of fortitude and mental resolve will be his downfall. And you can be sure as Hell I will expose him for the liar he is.”
Wrath smirked and shook his head in disappointment.
WRATH: “Speaking of mental resolve, or lack thereof, Xavier lied to you about his agent Amanda Cooper. What was it that you told him? ‘Less ass, more cash?’ Once again, he deceives you, Tyler. I don't know if the dearly departed are privy to social media, but your brother is pathetically thirsty. And I'm not talking about his drinking problem. I’m talking about desperately trying to win the affections of his lonely agent. He tells you he is focused on wrestling, on sober living, on making a name for himself. He even tried to sell you on that Mackenzie girl, who ended up hooking up with a WOMAN! I guess your brother wasn't enough of a pussy for her. If you could see Xavier pine for Amanda right now, you would roll over in your pine box of embarrassment.”
“Xavier talks about how defeating me at IGNITE 206 will be all about him and how he will change NEW and professional wrestling forever. Bullshit! He can't stop talking about how I hurt Amanda and how he’s going to make me pay for hurting one of the most important people in his life! There is no altruism in his beef with me. He’s confronting me like the white knight because he’s hoping the princess will screw his brains out later! Men don't take passionate action simply because it’s the ‘right thing to do.’ Men need motivation, whether it be anger, jealousy, or lust. He’s thinking with his penis. So much for ‘less ass, more cash.’ Sad thing is, Amanda doesn't and won't love him. He just can't score. Tough break.”
“What Xavier doesn't realize is that his infatuation with Amanda Cooper will cost him dearly. He is distracted. He is emotionally compromised. When you enter the ring with the Wrath of God Incarnate, at less than one hundred percent, you will suffer an agonizing and humiliating in-ring crucifixion. I will not have mercy on pathetic little boys looking to win a girl’s heart. Nor an addict who lies to himself by engaging in other addictions. You reap what you sow. And I am the Grim Reaper.”
Wrath stood up, taking the Bud Light bottle left by Xavier Laroux up with him.
WRATH: “Tyler, I wish you could have heard the truth from your own brother instead of me coming here to tell you. I guess he doesn't have the testicular fortitude to man up to his own kin. But as I told you, I am the Wrath of God Incarnate. I am here to judge those who do injustice, even liars like your brother. Could I have told you in some other way? Possibly. But I wanted to let Xavier Laroux’s next of kin know personally that Xavier is quickly coming to join you. His lies will soon cause the internal implosion we all know is coming. His mind is polluted with toxins and dreams of unrequited love. Don't be surprised if after NEW: IGNITE 206, he returns to you sobbing and begging for your forgiveness. But also don't be surprised if he returns to you, drunk, addicted, and lovesick. Xavier did say, “I'll always come back.” And for once he told the truth. He will be coming back; back to the alcohol, back to the hits, back to the emptiness of his soul.”
“At NEW IGNITE 206, on June 4th, in Washington D.C., I do what is right by you, Tyler. I light the fuse that will begin the countdown to send your brother home to join you. In a previous life, I might have tried to save him. But he’s too far gone. It’s best we let nature take its course even if it hurts for a while.”
Wrath opened the beer bottle .
WRATH: “Here you go, Tyler, drink up.”
He poured the beer bottle’s foamy contents out onto the grave marker.
WRATH: “Drown your sorrows on this as I pour out the Divine Cup of Wrath over your brother Xavier at IGNITE 206.”
Wrath glared at the camera with cold, sinister eyes.
WRATH: “Behold the Cup runneth over and shatters the soul of the lost.”
Wrath dropped the bottle on the grave maker, breaking it into several pieces. The camera panned up and Wrath gave it a nonchalant glance before walking out of the picture to a slow fade to black.
DATE: 05.24.2015
LOCATION: LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA
TIME: 12:07AM
There was a stench in the downtown area of Los Angeles that was as old as the city itself. The newly renovated district looked bright and new but the aroma of years of deterioration still hung around the center of LA social nightlife. It did little to inhibit the pleasure Angelenos felt when wining, dining, and initiating intimate human interactions was the goal of being there. The screams of wild women stumbling down the streets into nightclubs signaled that the night was just coming into full swing.
The Wrath of God Incarnate made an appearance that warm night only to reassure some of his business associates that he hadn’t lost himself in work, both wrestling and investments. He hoped that being seen at downtown’s hottest nightclub, Exchange LA, for a while would be sufficient to quell his associates’ demands. All the while he felt out of place.
Wrath itched uncomfortably in his crisp button down. The smell of booze and cologne choked him but he persevered. Only a few more minutes and he could leave all of the civil chaos for the solitude of his MD Investments office a few blocks away.
As the DJ began addressing the crowd Wrath slid onto a bar stool before the crowd surged forward onto the dance floor yelling nonsensically in reply. He flashed the bartender a twenty asking quietly for a champagne glass filled with ginger ale. Wrath had a plan for his escape. But his plan always involved another person and a dark corner.
Those of the fairer sex who were looking to proposition the wrestler were not too subtle as they slinked through the crowd. Their eyes were focused on the prize. He felt the bartender push the flute of ‘champagne’ gently against his arm. He scanned the floor and saw a couple business associates with a sizable group of eye candy surrounding them. They waved at him to join him but he rejected their offer with a nod.
Wrath’s eyes continued to scan the nightclub until he found his escape: two women at the end of the bar throwing back shots and giggling at each other. The wrestler only needed a moment to assess their situation. He smiled pointedly at the blushing blonde leaning heavily against her friend. Blondes were bad news as his ex-wife came to mind. But they made perfect pawns. He checked his watch one more time. Wrath downed the ginger ale leaving a fifty dollar tip to the bartender who didn’t question his order. He flashed another billionaire smile towards the girl as she turned away, playing the uninterested card.
WRATH: “Hey beautiful.”
Wrath slid an arm around her small waist and pulled her around so that he could just see the side of her face. He dipped down so his breath would ghost her ear.
WRATH: “Want to join me?”
The blonde giggled hoping the music would hide her voice.
BLONDE: “My name is Kelly. But you can call me beautiful anytime.”
She looked over at her shorter ‘twin’ and her friend laughed and pushed her away.
BLONDE2: “Have fun sweetie!”
Kelly stumbled against Wrath and he pulled her closer. The girl wrenched away from him but pulled on his hand completely surrendered to flirting with him. Her smile and alcohol breath started to get to him but he regained his grip around her waist and led her towards the back stairwell. The air still pulsed with the heavy bass of the speakers.
Wrath pushed Kelly up against the wall, sucking on her collarbone and sliding up the hem of her purple minidress. He was momentarily surprised when her hand fought back, pulling it down. He moved up to her jaw and ran a hand through her hair, holding it long enough to check the time. She moaned as he kissed her neck as her inebriated brain began the sexual response process. The wrestler kissed down her neck as she writhed against him. Slowly he pulled away to check that her eyes were completely shut. And then he was gone.
When Kelly realized the weight of the wrestler had disappeared, she opened her blurry eyes searching for Wrath. She was completely confused as she straightened her dress in embarrassment.
KELLY: “Prick.”
Wrath heard her comment and just smirked. He whispered a response as he slipped into the shadows.
WRATH: “Slut.”
The cameo appearance was done. He completed his business duty and satisfied his business associates. Now he could go back to his office and continue his mental preparation for his New Edge Wrestling debut match at IGNITE 206 against the ‘Favorite Drug’ Xavier Laroux.
DATE: 05.24.2015
LOCATION: LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA
TIME: 01:42AM
After escaping his social business obligation at Exchange LA, Xandor Kalel returned to his MD Investments Inc. penthouse office. It didn’t take long for him to relax and fall into a deep sleep on his black leather office sofa next to his desk overlooking the Los Angeles skyline. He didn’t even change his clothes except for removing his sportcoat and shoes and loosening his long hair. But within moments, he shivered and squirmed in horrible blinding pain. He whimpered and clutched a pillow, dry heaving. His throat burned with every whispering gasp of breath he withdrew, bringing tears to his eyes. For the umpteenth time, he was back in Indonesia.
Xandor reached the prison house and peered into the window. There was only one soldier, but he was armed with an automatic rifle, pointed at the two boys and their mother. The ISIS soldier positioned himself between the Shara family and the open front doorway. There was only one way in and out of the house. As Xandor made his way around the house, he stepped on a dry twig that cracked and alerted the soldier. He called out something in Arabic but got no response. Xandor was tempted to use his limited Arabic but his accent would give him away. The soldier slowly walked up to the doorway. He was met with a fierce gloved hand to the nose, spraying blood and dropping the machine gun. As the soldier stumbled back, Xandor entered the house but the soldier quickly grabbed his handgun and pointed the gun at the youngest boy. This stopped Xandor in his tracks.
The boys were boldly quiet. However their mother was a mess. The soldier grabbed the sobbing woman, pulled her up forcibly, and put his handgun under her chin. Mr. Shara quietly pleaded for her life. Xandor discreetly unsheathed on his forearm blades, calculating his next move. If the soldier moved his body a couple inches more to his left, Xandor could incapacitate him without hurting Mrs. Shara. He never got the chance.
Gunfire in the background startled the soldier and his finger pulled the trigger. It seemed like an eternity for the firearm to unload its deadly payload although it was only a millisecond. Xandor looked at Mrs. Shara in horror but the eyes that looked back at him were not the dark brown eyes of the Indonesian woman. They were the beautiful deep blue eyes of his soulmate, Amanda Cooper.
The back of Amanda’s head disintegrated, showering them with drops of her blood. Xandor yelled in horror. Stunned by his action, the ISIS soldier was paralyzed giving Xandor his opportunity. He launched his forearm blade with such rage, the blade entered between the soldier’s eyes and drove him back into the back wall, impaling him to it. Xandor slid down to his fallen love who stared at him with lifeless eyes. He lifted her blood soaked head as fear and rage took over. He was a human volcano and he was erupting.
AAAMMMAAANNNDDDAAA!!!
Xandor screamed, shooting up off his sofa, shaking violently. He gasped for breath and clutched his heart, trying to slow the palpitations. He heard the sound of laughter in his office as he looked around. Sitting at his desk was a dark shadow.
XANDOR: “Who are you?”
The voice of the shadow was unmistakeable. It was his own voice but its tone was off; it was cold, unforgiving, and evil.
VOICE: “You know who I am, imbecile. You summoned me into this world.”
A sigh of resignation and recognition escaped the wrestler.
XANDOR: “Wrath.”
Anger emanated from the shadow. It was palpable in the air.
WRATH: “Do not say my name with such disgust, Xandor! I'm here because of you. If you would have stayed true to your mission from day one, I would not be necessary.”
The words of truth from his alter ego stung like lashes from a Roman cat of nine tails.
WRATH: “I am here to set things the way they are meant to be. I am not distracted by the plight of humanity stupidity. I am not given to human emotions. And as sure as Hell, I am not weakened by a god forsaken woman!”
Xandor’s head had dropped as Wrath verbally assaulted him until the last statement. His eyes shot up, rage coursing in his veins.
XANDOR: “Leave Amanda out of this.”
A mocking chuckle came from the shadow. There was vile intent in his voice.
WRATH: “I will not! She is the reason you have failed! Amanda Cooper led you astray from the teachings and mission of Missio Dei. Beginning in the desert when you rescued her from her self-destruction, she has chipped away the spiritual armor Missio Dei instills in all its operatives. You know it is forbidden for operatives to pursue romantic relationships. But, no, you have always been a rebel. You've always done things your way. First, Daniella Benedict, our bishop’s niece, and now Amanda Cooper. It is your rebellion that makes you lose focus. It is your rebellion that makes you lose perspective with Amanda Cooper. And it is your rebellion that leads you to transgressions that have dire consequences. Mrs. Shara was killed because of you and your love for Amanda Cooper. Who is to say that your rebellion against the teachings and mission of Missio Dei won't cost you the life of your so-called soulmate? This is why you need me. This is why I exist.”
Xandor backed up and sat on the edge of the sofa. He didn’t have a response. Wrath was right. As a Missio Dei operative, he was a failure.
WRATH: “You are so in love with Amanda Cooper that she reigns on the throne of your heart. You could not even stay faithful to your wife, Alexis Calloway! As soon as Amanda Cooper re-entered your life, she led you into adultery like a lamb to slaughter, destroying the sanctity of marriage as the Most High ordained. Not only have you failed as an operative, you've failed as a Christian!”
Xandor began to tremble as the verbal and emotional onslaught continued from Wrath. The emotional scourging was taking its toll on his physically.
WRATH: “Look at you cower! Pathetic! How in the Hell have you had success in professional wrestling? How do you think you will succeed in New Edge Wrestling? NEW is not ACW, nor XPW, nor even 4CW! NEW is the pinnacle of professional wrestling. You want to be the best in the world, NEW is where it happens. And I'm not going to let you defile the glory of Missio Dei when we debut at IGNITE 206. Especially against an alcoholic like Xavier Laroux.”
Xandor lifted his head and stared a hole at the shadow. If the volatile anger in his eyes were heat-vision, he would've burned the entire penthouse office. Wrath laughed in amusement of Xandor’s reaction.
WRATH: “So you have noticed his growing affection towards Amanda Cooper. It’s for the best. As long as I exist, I will ensure that she stays away from us. She is detriment to our mission. It’s better if she loses interest in you and screws around with Xavier Laroux.”
The wrestler let out a primal scream and tipped over the coffee table in front of him. He stood up and faced his alter ego as he also rose from the desk chair. Xandor’s hands were clenched into fists as he breathed hard. Wrath laughed even more as Xandor embraced his negative emotions.
WRATH: “That’s right, Xandor. Embrace those emotions. Channel them inward as we were taught in Missio Dei. Embrace our mission and it will power you to victory. The inebriated fool will not stand a chance against us! We will humiliate him and show him out to be the liar he truly is. For scripture says, ‘the Lord gives victory to his anointed. He answers him from his heavenly sanctuary with the victorious power of his right hand.’”
Xandor had closed his eyes to absorb the words of Wrath into his being. He slowly opened his eyes and looked straight ahead. The shadow was gone. Instead, in the reflection on the window behind the desk, was Xandor Kalel dressed in his black and blue Missio Dei attire.
He was the Wrath of God Incarnate.
DATE: 05.24.2015
LOCATION: LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA
TIME: 01:42AM
After escaping his social business obligation at Exchange LA, Xandor Kalel returned to his MD Investments Inc. penthouse office. It didn’t take long for him to relax and fall into a deep sleep on his black leather office sofa next to his desk overlooking the Los Angeles skyline. He didn’t even change his clothes except for removing his sportcoat and shoes and loosening his long hair. But within moments, he shivered and squirmed in horrible blinding pain. He whimpered and clutched a pillow, dry heaving. His throat burned with every whispering gasp of breath he withdrew, bringing tears to his eyes. For the umpteenth time, he was back in Indonesia.
Xandor reached the prison house and peered into the window. There was only one soldier, but he was armed with an automatic rifle, pointed at the two boys and their mother. The ISIS soldier positioned himself between the Shara family and the open front doorway. There was only one way in and out of the house. As Xandor made his way around the house, he stepped on a dry twig that cracked and alerted the soldier. He called out something in Arabic but got no response. Xandor was tempted to use his limited Arabic but his accent would give him away. The soldier slowly walked up to the doorway. He was met with a fierce gloved hand to the nose, spraying blood and dropping the machine gun. As the soldier stumbled back, Xandor entered the house but the soldier quickly grabbed his handgun and pointed the gun at the youngest boy. This stopped Xandor in his tracks.
The boys were boldly quiet. However their mother was a mess. The soldier grabbed the sobbing woman, pulled her up forcibly, and put his handgun under her chin. Mr. Shara quietly pleaded for her life. Xandor discreetly unsheathed on his forearm blades, calculating his next move. If the soldier moved his body a couple inches more to his left, Xandor could incapacitate him without hurting Mrs. Shara. He never got the chance.
Gunfire in the background startled the soldier and his finger pulled the trigger. It seemed like an eternity for the firearm to unload its deadly payload although it was only a millisecond. Xandor looked at Mrs. Shara in horror but the eyes that looked back at him were not the dark brown eyes of the Indonesian woman. They were the beautiful deep blue eyes of his soulmate, Amanda Cooper.
The back of Amanda’s head disintegrated, showering them with drops of her blood. Xandor yelled in horror. Stunned by his action, the ISIS soldier was paralyzed giving Xandor his opportunity. He launched his forearm blade with such rage, the blade entered between the soldier’s eyes and drove him back into the back wall, impaling him to it. Xandor slid down to his fallen love who stared at him with lifeless eyes. He lifted her blood soaked head as fear and rage took over. He was a human volcano and he was erupting.
AAAMMMAAANNNDDDAAA!!!
Xandor screamed, shooting up off his sofa, shaking violently. He gasped for breath and clutched his heart, trying to slow the palpitations. He heard the sound of laughter in his office as he looked around. Sitting at his desk was a dark shadow.
XANDOR: “Who are you?”
The voice of the shadow was unmistakeable. It was his own voice but its tone was off; it was cold, unforgiving, and evil.
VOICE: “You know who I am, imbecile. You summoned me into this world.”
A sigh of resignation and recognition escaped the wrestler.
XANDOR: “Wrath.”
Anger emanated from the shadow. It was palpable in the air.
WRATH: “Do not say my name with such disgust, Xandor! I'm here because of you. If you would have stayed true to your mission from day one, I would not be necessary.”
The words of truth from his alter ego stung like lashes from a Roman cat of nine tails.
WRATH: “I am here to set things the way they are meant to be. I am not distracted by the plight of humanity stupidity. I am not given to human emotions. And as sure as Hell, I am not weakened by a god forsaken woman!”
Xandor’s head had dropped as Wrath verbally assaulted him until the last statement. His eyes shot up, rage coursing in his veins.
XANDOR: “Leave Amanda out of this.”
A mocking chuckle came from the shadow. There was vile intent in his voice.
WRATH: “I will not! She is the reason you have failed! Amanda Cooper led you astray from the teachings and mission of Missio Dei. Beginning in the desert when you rescued her from her self-destruction, she has chipped away the spiritual armor Missio Dei instills in all its operatives. You know it is forbidden for operatives to pursue romantic relationships. But, no, you have always been a rebel. You've always done things your way. First, Daniella Benedict, our bishop’s niece, and now Amanda Cooper. It is your rebellion that makes you lose focus. It is your rebellion that makes you lose perspective with Amanda Cooper. And it is your rebellion that leads you to transgressions that have dire consequences. Mrs. Shara was killed because of you and your love for Amanda Cooper. Who is to say that your rebellion against the teachings and mission of Missio Dei won't cost you the life of your so-called soulmate? This is why you need me. This is why I exist.”
Xandor backed up and sat on the edge of the sofa. He didn’t have a response. Wrath was right. As a Missio Dei operative, he was a failure.
WRATH: “You are so in love with Amanda Cooper that she reigns on the throne of your heart. You could not even stay faithful to your wife, Alexis Calloway! As soon as Amanda Cooper re-entered your life, she led you into adultery like a lamb to slaughter, destroying the sanctity of marriage as the Most High ordained. Not only have you failed as an operative, you've failed as a Christian!”
Xandor began to tremble as the verbal and emotional onslaught continued from Wrath. The emotional scourging was taking its toll on his physically.
WRATH: “Look at you cower! Pathetic! How in the Hell have you had success in professional wrestling? How do you think you will succeed in New Edge Wrestling? NEW is not ACW, nor XPW, nor even 4CW! NEW is the pinnacle of professional wrestling. You want to be the best in the world, NEW is where it happens. And I'm not going to let you defile the glory of Missio Dei when we debut at IGNITE 206. Especially against an alcoholic like Xavier Laroux.”
Xandor lifted his head and stared a hole at the shadow. If the volatile anger in his eyes were heat-vision, he would've burned the entire penthouse office. Wrath laughed in amusement of Xandor’s reaction.
WRATH: “So you have noticed his growing affection towards Amanda Cooper. It’s for the best. As long as I exist, I will ensure that she stays away from us. She is detriment to our mission. It’s better if she loses interest in you and screws around with Xavier Laroux.”
The wrestler let out a primal scream and tipped over the coffee table in front of him. He stood up and faced his alter ego as he also rose from the desk chair. Xandor’s hands were clenched into fists as he breathed hard. Wrath laughed even more as Xandor embraced his negative emotions.
WRATH: “That’s right, Xandor. Embrace those emotions. Channel them inward as we were taught in Missio Dei. Embrace our mission and it will power you to victory. The inebriated fool will not stand a chance against us! We will humiliate him and show him out to be the liar he truly is. For scripture says, ‘the Lord gives victory to his anointed. He answers him from his heavenly sanctuary with the victorious power of his right hand.’”
Xandor had closed his eyes to absorb the words of Wrath into his being. He slowly opened his eyes and looked straight ahead. The shadow was gone. Instead, in the reflection on the window behind the desk, was Xandor Kalel dressed in his black and blue Missio Dei attire.
He was the Wrath of God Incarnate.
DATE: 05.28.2015
LOCATION: SEATTLE, WASHINGTON
TIME: 05:54PM
A long shadow moved up a grassy knoll between two long rows of stone grave markers. It was unusually sunny for a spring Seattle afternoon but the sea breeze that whipped up kept the temperatures down as the sun slowly began its descent into the western horizon. There were grave markers everywhere. And although the shadowy trek was slow, it was methodical, its steps plotted out, searching for the right place.
The shadow stopped in front of several graves that weren’t much different than the rest of the cemetery. One tombstone in particular was of interest. It had a Bud Light bottle sitting in the crevice between the stone and grass. The shadow turned towards the stone marker, realizing it had arrived at its destination. The bottle had a thin layer of mud and dried grass speckled all over it. The full bottle had been there for a few days. The cemetery grounds crew must have left the beer bottle alone on cleaning day in honor of the deceased.
The camera panned back to expose the identity of the shadowy visitor. The unmistakable presence and distinct black and blue hooded attire of the Wrath of God Incarnate stood over the grave. He looked down at the name on the marker and crouched down to get a closer look at the grave maker and the bottle sitting before it. When Wrath finally decided to break the silence his tone was solemn.
WRATH: “I want you to know you've been lied to.”
Wrath smirked as if he saw the reaction of the deceased to his comment.
WRATH: “Yes, not only did you swallow several bottles of beer last week, you swallowed a handful of bullshit to go along with it. Instead of beer nuts, you got served a pack of lies.”
A sinister smile formed on Wrath’s face as he imagined the reaction.
WRATH: “Who am I? I am the Wrath of God Incarnate. I am divine judgment made flesh.”
There is an awkward pause.
WRATH: “No, this isn't a joke. I am here to set things right. I am here to do what your brother didn't have the balls to do. I'm here to give you the raw and unadulterated truth.”
Wrath wiped off some of the mud and grass attached to the granite grave marker so the camera could see the name engraved on it. It read, “TYLER LAROUX,” the name of “Your Favorite Drug” Xavier Laroux’s deceased brother.
WRATH: “I flew up here to Seattle because I watched your brother serve you so much deception, I could not bare to see more injustice amongst siblings. It's one thing to deceive a stranger. But when you willfully deceive your own flesh and blood, the Most High looks down upon it with disdain. Look at Cain and Abel! When siblings do injustice to each other, the Wrath of God rains down upon them until they repent or they're no more.”
“This is why I am here.”
The debuting NEW wrestler let his words cross the supernatural barrier.
WRATH: “Tyler, let me be upfront with you. Your brother is still lost. So he’s six months ‘clean’ from alcohol. He is still an addict. He may not self-medicate with alcohol right now but he still medicates with another deadly toxin, nicotine. He may be giving his liver a temporary reprieve but now he subjects his lungs to a cancerous onslaught. He hasn't dealt with the emotional issues that brought on his addictions. He continues his self-destructive ways. He can't even keep up with a multi-mile jog chasing after some red-headed tail! But I'll return to that in a second. How is he supposed to stand up against me at NEW: IGNITE 206 on June 4th? How is he supposed to defeat me in Washington, D.C.?”
“Truthfully, he won’t. He can't.
“He can have all the heart in the world, Tyler. He can be the greatest prospect in the history of professional wrestling, but his lack of fortitude and mental resolve will be his downfall. And you can be sure as Hell I will expose him for the liar he is.”
Wrath smirked and shook his head in disappointment.
WRATH: “Speaking of mental resolve, or lack thereof, Xavier lied to you about his agent Amanda Cooper. What was it that you told him? ‘Less ass, more cash?’ Once again, he deceives you, Tyler. I don't know if the dearly departed are privy to social media, but your brother is pathetically thirsty. And I'm not talking about his drinking problem. I’m talking about desperately trying to win the affections of his lonely agent. He tells you he is focused on wrestling, on sober living, on making a name for himself. He even tried to sell you on that Mackenzie girl, who ended up hooking up with a WOMAN! I guess your brother wasn't enough of a pussy for her. If you could see Xavier pine for Amanda right now, you would roll over in your pine box of embarrassment.”
“Xavier talks about how defeating me at IGNITE 206 will be all about him and how he will change NEW and professional wrestling forever. Bullshit! He can't stop talking about how I hurt Amanda and how he’s going to make me pay for hurting one of the most important people in his life! There is no altruism in his beef with me. He’s confronting me like the white knight because he’s hoping the princess will screw his brains out later! Men don't take passionate action simply because it’s the ‘right thing to do.’ Men need motivation, whether it be anger, jealousy, or lust. He’s thinking with his penis. So much for ‘less ass, more cash.’ Sad thing is, Amanda doesn't and won't love him. He just can't score. Tough break.”
“What Xavier doesn't realize is that his infatuation with Amanda Cooper will cost him dearly. He is distracted. He is emotionally compromised. When you enter the ring with the Wrath of God Incarnate, at less than one hundred percent, you will suffer an agonizing and humiliating in-ring crucifixion. I will not have mercy on pathetic little boys looking to win a girl’s heart. Nor an addict who lies to himself by engaging in other addictions. You reap what you sow. And I am the Grim Reaper.”
Wrath stood up, taking the Bud Light bottle left by Xavier Laroux up with him.
WRATH: “Tyler, I wish you could have heard the truth from your own brother instead of me coming here to tell you. I guess he doesn't have the testicular fortitude to man up to his own kin. But as I told you, I am the Wrath of God Incarnate. I am here to judge those who do injustice, even liars like your brother. Could I have told you in some other way? Possibly. But I wanted to let Xavier Laroux’s next of kin know personally that Xavier is quickly coming to join you. His lies will soon cause the internal implosion we all know is coming. His mind is polluted with toxins and dreams of unrequited love. Don't be surprised if after NEW: IGNITE 206, he returns to you sobbing and begging for your forgiveness. But also don't be surprised if he returns to you, drunk, addicted, and lovesick. Xavier did say, “I'll always come back.” And for once he told the truth. He will be coming back; back to the alcohol, back to the hits, back to the emptiness of his soul.”
“At NEW IGNITE 206, on June 4th, in Washington D.C., I do what is right by you, Tyler. I light the fuse that will begin the countdown to send your brother home to join you. In a previous life, I might have tried to save him. But he’s too far gone. It’s best we let nature take its course even if it hurts for a while.”
Wrath opened the beer bottle .
WRATH: “Here you go, Tyler, drink up.”
He poured the beer bottle’s foamy contents out onto the grave marker.
WRATH: “Drown your sorrows on this as I pour out the Divine Cup of Wrath over your brother Xavier at IGNITE 206.”
Wrath glared at the camera with cold, sinister eyes.
WRATH: “Behold the Cup runneth over and shatters the soul of the lost.”
Wrath dropped the bottle on the grave maker, breaking it into several pieces. The camera panned up and Wrath gave it a nonchalant glance before walking out of the picture to a slow fade to black.