Post by scottylatimer on Jun 2, 2017 12:26:13 GMT -5
*The sky was concealed by storm clouds hovering above a large gothic style church that was standing on a hill overlooking ominously over a quiet town that was sitting below it. Thunder popped rather threateningly and flashes of brilliant light illuminated from the clouds
We walk through the large wooden doors of the church and into a an incredible congregation hall. It had every element a catholic church has. Confessional booths were on the left hand side next to the altar where in Sundays a Catholic priest would enlighten the masses with the word of God. In the center was a large bowl on an eloquent stomach high stand with a beautifully decorated bowl adorned with religious symbols filled with holy water. From behind the large organ centered behind the altar walks out Scotty Latimer, his hands cupped and he was wearing a priest's robe.*
Every Sunday morning this place of worship and gathering is filled up to hear the Father give his message of the week, a message that is sent to him from God himself in his chamber only he resides in. And the congregation, his children take that message and apply it to their lives.
*He walks towards the bowl and runs his hand through the holy water and brings it to his face and touches his forehead.*
There isn't any scientific proof that heaven or hell exists, and if I would have said that to my grandmother who was a devoted catholic who never missed a day of mass until the day she died would have slapped the taste out of my mouth, yet there's beliefs. Atheists call it just false hope that a imaginary higher power is expected to show you the way, heal you when you're sick, and answer all your prayers. Yet it's not that way is it?
*He rubbed his hands and took off the robe revealing himself in a custom made suit, a diamond faced Rolex, and custom Italian leather shoes*
So if there isn’t no proof that heaven and hell exists why do these revered halls all around the world fill themselves with non believers each and every Sunday. You want to know my opinion? It's all about presentation. It really is one major mind fuck, and such a play on the mind that it completely consumes you.
So I guess now is the time to explain why I decided to come here and give my so well rehearsed speech I gave just now right? There is a point to all this. I don't blame people for becoming a part of this whole concept of religion. I respect it actually. These souls are good people that help others in time of need and actually do good work to better our world. But then there are these two jackasses called The Messiahs.
*He again cleanses his hands in holy water*
You see, at least the people that visit this sanctuary of false ideology follows the light side of things. Look at you two….following the dark side of fiction. What are your names Damien and Lucifer? How cute. I'll give it to you though….you really do play the presentation well.
I mean that's what is is right? You two's pathetic attempt to make you seem something more than what you really are. That your belief will help you prevail over myself and Julianna DiMaria at Hype 003. That your presentation is going to strike fear into our thoughts and make us fear the idea of Hell like these sheep that come to this church does?
*He starts rubbing his finger across the edge of the bowl.*
You two losers want to know what hell means? it doesn't mean being on a hillside surrounded by Harry Potter Dark Arts bullshit cutting yourselfs to try to intimidate two world class wrestlers, something neither of you are, no….hell is battling a drug addiction while you are too fucking out of your mind to see your family is falling apart. How about finding out your dad has cancer at 11 and he dies your first day of high school. Try this one on for size devil and son of…..walk into your mom's apartment after an all night binder and find her dead from a heart attack…..that is the true meaning of hell boys.
But did I turn to a higher power?? No I didn'. I straightened my shit up and I am the man before you today. But look at you two…..counting on a false God to try and make yourselves seem legit. You think ominous talk and cutting yourselves is going to give you an advantage over us. All it is going to bring you is suffering.
*He had a look of determination on his face like never before*
You two made the mistake of your so called career by saying you are allowing meca reprieve, like you are doing me a favor or something. Here's the facts…..neither of you two high school punching bags can touch me. Your little parlor tricks and your dark ways don't intimidate me, or Julianna. All they guarantee you two bitches is a first class ticket to what hell really feels like. Because trust me boys, you think your pain tolerance is high, I'm willing to fucking test it.
*He takes the bowl of water into his hands and looks into it.*
Priests bless this water to help repel evil spirits….to repel demons. You two might think that if I throw this on you that you will be destroyed…..no it won't….because it's just water. It's phony, just like you two are. And at Hype, on June 10th another false ideal of yours will die when you find out that you do have a pain threshold, that you aren't disciples of a false entity, and you are nothing more than two below average curtain jerkers that aren’t in the fucking league of Scotty Latimer or Julianna DiMaria.
*He dumps out the holy water and drops the bowl. He walks away as it rings out a metallic sound as a huge clap of thunder reverberates throughout the area as the shot fades to black.*
We walk through the large wooden doors of the church and into a an incredible congregation hall. It had every element a catholic church has. Confessional booths were on the left hand side next to the altar where in Sundays a Catholic priest would enlighten the masses with the word of God. In the center was a large bowl on an eloquent stomach high stand with a beautifully decorated bowl adorned with religious symbols filled with holy water. From behind the large organ centered behind the altar walks out Scotty Latimer, his hands cupped and he was wearing a priest's robe.*
Every Sunday morning this place of worship and gathering is filled up to hear the Father give his message of the week, a message that is sent to him from God himself in his chamber only he resides in. And the congregation, his children take that message and apply it to their lives.
*He walks towards the bowl and runs his hand through the holy water and brings it to his face and touches his forehead.*
There isn't any scientific proof that heaven or hell exists, and if I would have said that to my grandmother who was a devoted catholic who never missed a day of mass until the day she died would have slapped the taste out of my mouth, yet there's beliefs. Atheists call it just false hope that a imaginary higher power is expected to show you the way, heal you when you're sick, and answer all your prayers. Yet it's not that way is it?
*He rubbed his hands and took off the robe revealing himself in a custom made suit, a diamond faced Rolex, and custom Italian leather shoes*
So if there isn’t no proof that heaven and hell exists why do these revered halls all around the world fill themselves with non believers each and every Sunday. You want to know my opinion? It's all about presentation. It really is one major mind fuck, and such a play on the mind that it completely consumes you.
So I guess now is the time to explain why I decided to come here and give my so well rehearsed speech I gave just now right? There is a point to all this. I don't blame people for becoming a part of this whole concept of religion. I respect it actually. These souls are good people that help others in time of need and actually do good work to better our world. But then there are these two jackasses called The Messiahs.
*He again cleanses his hands in holy water*
You see, at least the people that visit this sanctuary of false ideology follows the light side of things. Look at you two….following the dark side of fiction. What are your names Damien and Lucifer? How cute. I'll give it to you though….you really do play the presentation well.
I mean that's what is is right? You two's pathetic attempt to make you seem something more than what you really are. That your belief will help you prevail over myself and Julianna DiMaria at Hype 003. That your presentation is going to strike fear into our thoughts and make us fear the idea of Hell like these sheep that come to this church does?
*He starts rubbing his finger across the edge of the bowl.*
You two losers want to know what hell means? it doesn't mean being on a hillside surrounded by Harry Potter Dark Arts bullshit cutting yourselfs to try to intimidate two world class wrestlers, something neither of you are, no….hell is battling a drug addiction while you are too fucking out of your mind to see your family is falling apart. How about finding out your dad has cancer at 11 and he dies your first day of high school. Try this one on for size devil and son of…..walk into your mom's apartment after an all night binder and find her dead from a heart attack…..that is the true meaning of hell boys.
But did I turn to a higher power?? No I didn'. I straightened my shit up and I am the man before you today. But look at you two…..counting on a false God to try and make yourselves seem legit. You think ominous talk and cutting yourselves is going to give you an advantage over us. All it is going to bring you is suffering.
*He had a look of determination on his face like never before*
You two made the mistake of your so called career by saying you are allowing meca reprieve, like you are doing me a favor or something. Here's the facts…..neither of you two high school punching bags can touch me. Your little parlor tricks and your dark ways don't intimidate me, or Julianna. All they guarantee you two bitches is a first class ticket to what hell really feels like. Because trust me boys, you think your pain tolerance is high, I'm willing to fucking test it.
*He takes the bowl of water into his hands and looks into it.*
Priests bless this water to help repel evil spirits….to repel demons. You two might think that if I throw this on you that you will be destroyed…..no it won't….because it's just water. It's phony, just like you two are. And at Hype, on June 10th another false ideal of yours will die when you find out that you do have a pain threshold, that you aren't disciples of a false entity, and you are nothing more than two below average curtain jerkers that aren’t in the fucking league of Scotty Latimer or Julianna DiMaria.
*He dumps out the holy water and drops the bowl. He walks away as it rings out a metallic sound as a huge clap of thunder reverberates throughout the area as the shot fades to black.*