False Prophets ft. Goth
Jun 1, 2024 18:20:46 GMT -5
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Post by Chris Chaos on Jun 1, 2024 18:20:46 GMT -5
The dimly lit sanctuary of the WGWF church was filled with the scent of incense and the murmur of anticipation. The congregation, a mix of wrestlers, fans, and seekers of truth, sat in the pews, their eyes fixed on the imposing figure at the pulpit. Goth stood tall in his flowing black robe adorned with intricate patterns. His voice resonated with conviction.
"Brothers and sisters, today we gather not only to worship but to reclaim our souls from the shadows that have plagued us. The WGWF has been a battleground of darkness, but no more! We shall rise, overcome, and find the light!" His words were met with murmurs of agreement and nods of approval from the congregation. Jebediah moved through the pews, passing the collection basket. The metallic clinks of coins and the rustle of bills were a testament to the faith and support of the followers, mostly of them blindly (as as most religions). As Jebediah approached the back of the sanctuary, his phone buzzed in his pocket. Frowning, he pulled it out and read the message, his eyes widening in horror.
"The Devil is coming. Get out now."
His heart raced. In the world of professional wrestling, the Devil had a name: Chris Chaos. Jebediah quickly made his way to the front, his heart pounding. "Goth!" he whispered urgently, tugging at Goth’s robe. "We need to talk. It’s urgent."
Goth glanced down, annoyance flickering in his eyes. "Not now, Jebediah. The sermon is too important."
"But master," Jebediah insisted, his voice shaking. "The Devil is coming. He is coming here!"
Gasps spread through the congregation as whispers of fear began to circulate. Goth raised his hand, silencing the crowd, his expression stern and unyielding.
"The devil tries to sow fear and doubt," he proclaimed. "But he holds no power over those who believe, who persevere! I have walked through the fires of Hell and emerged stronger. The devil cannot touch me!"
Goth glanced down, annoyance flickering in his eyes. "Not now, Jebediah. The sermon is too important."
"But master," Jebediah insisted, his voice shaking. "The Devil is coming. He is coming here!"
Gasps spread through the congregation as whispers of fear began to circulate. Goth raised his hand, silencing the crowd, his expression stern and unyielding.
"The devil tries to sow fear and doubt," he proclaimed. "But he holds no power over those who believe, who persevere! I have walked through the fires of Hell and emerged stronger. The devil cannot touch me!"
The doors at the back of the sanctuary shuddered violently, then burst inward with a deafening crash, splinters of wood flying through the air. The congregation screamed, ducking for cover as Chris Chaos stormed into the sanctuary, his presence a dark storm, his eyes blazing with a fierce, unholy light. He wore his signature leather jacket, emblazoned with chaotic symbols, his menacing grin a twisted prelude to the destruction he promised.
"Well, well, well," Chaos sneered, stepping into the sanctuary with slow, deliberate strides. "What do we have here? A congregation of fools worshiping a fallen demon pretending to be a saint."
Goth descended from the pulpit, his robe billowing like the wings of a dark angel. He faced Chaos with unwavering resolve, his eyes locked onto his nemesis.
"Well, well, well," Chaos sneered, stepping into the sanctuary with slow, deliberate strides. "What do we have here? A congregation of fools worshiping a fallen demon pretending to be a saint."
Goth descended from the pulpit, his robe billowing like the wings of a dark angel. He faced Chaos with unwavering resolve, his eyes locked onto his nemesis.
"You are not welcome here, Chaos," Goth said, his voice steady and strong. "This is a house of redemption, a sanctuary from the likes of you."
Chaos chuckled, a low, sinister sound that sent shivers down the spines of the congregants. "Redemption? Sanctuary? You’re delusional, Goth. There’s no redemption for scum like you. And there’s no sanctuary from the storm I bring."
Jebediah, still clutching the collection basket, edged closer to Goth. "Please, we need to leave. He won’t stop until he’s destroyed everything."
Goth placed a reassuring hand on Jebediah’s shoulder. "We will not flee. We will face this together, as a community."
Chaos took another step forward, his grin widening. "How touching. But your faith won’t save you from the inevitable. The WGWF is mine to rule, and I will crush anyone who stands in my way."
The congregation huddled together, their fear palpable, but Goth remained resolute. He spread his arms wide, addressing both his followers and his foe.
"We have faced darkness before, and we have always found the light. Today will be no different. We will not let fear dictate our actions. We will stand strong in our faith and our unity."
Chaos laughed again, the sound echoing ominously through the sanctuary. "You talk a good game, Goth. But words are cheap. Let’s see if your faith can withstand the fury of Chaos."
With that, Chaos lunged forward, a blur of motion and malevolence. The congregation screamed, ducking for cover as Chaos's fists flew. But Goth met him head-on, their clash shaking the very foundations of the church. The battle was fierce, each blow resonating like a thunderclap.
Chaos was relentless, his attacks vicious and unyielding. But Goth, fueled by the faith of his followers and his own unbreakable will, held his ground. The congregation watched in horror and awe as their leader grappled with the embodiment of their nightmares.
Amid the chaos, Jebediah’s phone buzzed again. Hands shaking, he read the new message: "It's all part of Goth's plan. He's the mastermind. Get out now."
Jebediah’s eyes widened further, his mind racing. Could it be true? His heart pounding, he looked up at the battle before him, trying to make sense of the message.
Chaos, noticing the change in Jebediah's expression, laughed even louder. "Haven’t figured it out yet, have you, lackey?" he taunted, landing another blow on Goth. "You’re all pawns in his game."
Goth, recovering from the hit, turned to the congregation, his face a mask of feigned determination. "Don’t listen to him! He’s trying to confuse and mislead you!"
But the seed of doubt had been planted. Jebediah’s mind raced as he pieced together the events of the past weeks, the strange coincidences, the sudden threats, the way Goth always seemed one step ahead.
"Stop lying, Goth!" Chaos roared, his voice filled with rage and a twisted glee. "Tell them the truth! Tell them about your grand plan!"
Goth’s eyes flashed with a momentary hesitation, then hardened. "There is no plan, Chaos. Only your delusions."
Chaos shook his head, a dark smile on his lips. "Oh, but there is. And it’s brilliant. Using me to drive fear, then positioning yourself as the savior. You’ve been playing them all."
The congregation, murmurs growing louder, looked from Chaos to Goth, confusion and fear mingling in their eyes. Jebediah stepped forward, clutching his phone. "Is it true, Goth? Did you plan all this?"
Goth’s gaze flickered to Jebediah, then back to Chaos. "Don’t be fooled, Jebediah. This is exactly what he wants."
Chaos laughed, the sound echoing through the sanctuary like a death knell. "Oh, this is rich. Deny it all you want, Goth, but they can see the truth now. You’re no savior. You’re just another demon, hiding behind a mask of redemption."
The congregation, once filled with hope and faith, now stood on the edge of chaos, their trust shattered. Goth, sensing the shift, tried to regain control. "Brothers and sisters, don’t let his lies poison your hearts. We are stronger together. We can overcome this."
But it was too late. The seed of doubt had grown, and the congregation began to back away, fear and betrayal in their eyes.
Jebediah, his heart breaking, looked at Goth. "Why, Goth? Why would you do this?"
Goth, seeing the inevitable collapse of his carefully constructed façade, finally dropped the pretense. "Because fear is a powerful tool, Jebediah. It can unite people, drive them to greatness. I wanted to cleanse the WGWF, to rebuild it in a way that would ensure its survival. But I needed a catalyst, a common enemy."
Chaos, smirking, stepped back. "And that enemy was me. The perfect villain to your so-called hero."
The congregation, now fully understanding the betrayal, turned away from Goth. Chaos, sensing his victory, laughed one last time. "Looks like your little game is over, Goth."
Goth, now alone, faced his former followers. "I did it for you," he said, his voice hollow. "For all of us."
But there was no redemption left in his words. The sanctuary, once a place of hope and unity, was now a monument to deception and shattered trust.
As the congregation filed out, Jebediah lingered for a moment, looking at the man he had once admired. "You could have told the truth, Goth. You could have led us honestly."
Goth said nothing, his eyes downcast. Jebediah turned and walked away, leaving Goth alone in the ruins of his plans.
Chaos, stepping over the threshold, paused and looked back at Goth. "Remember this day, Goth. The day you lost everything because you couldn't trust in the light."
With that, Chaos disappeared into the night, leaving Goth to face the consequences of his actions. The WGWF would rebuild, but it would be a long, painful process, and the scars of betrayal would run deep.
Goth comes to. He is at the forefront of the procession, the entire congregation waiting in expectant silence for his next word. His heart pounds as the visions of chaos dance in his mind, each image more vivid and terrifying than the last. A cold sweat forms on his brow. He can feel it in his bones—chaos is coming, and his premonition is on the verge of becoming a reality.
Taking a deep breath, he surveys the sea of faces before him. The stained glass windows cast colorful patterns on the stone floor, but their beauty is lost on him. His thoughts are a tempest, each one more frantic than the previous. The weight of his knowledge presses down on him, making it hard to think clearly. Yet, he knows he must speak, must warn them.
He clears his throat, the sound echoing through the hallowed space. "Brothers and sisters," he begins, his voice shaking slightly, "I stand before you with a grave warning. The visions I have seen are not mere dreams, but harbingers of what is to come. Chaos is upon us."
A murmur ripples through the congregation. Some look fearful, others skeptical. Goth continues, drawing strength from a resolve he barely feels. "We must prepare ourselves for the trials ahead. We must stand united, for only together can we hope to withstand the storm that is coming."
As his words hang in the air, Goth feels a shiver run down his spine. The sense of impending doom is almost palpable. He knows that his warning might be the only thing that stands between his people and the chaos that threatens to engulf them all.
Goth comes to. He is at the forefront of the procession, the entire congregation waiting in expectant silence for his next word. His heart pounds as the visions of chaos dance in his mind, each image more vivid and terrifying than the last. A cold sweat forms on his brow. He can feel it in his bones—chaos is coming, and his premonition is on the verge of becoming a reality.
Taking a deep breath, he surveys the sea of faces before him. The stained glass windows cast colorful patterns on the stone floor, but their beauty is lost on him. His thoughts are a tempest, each one more frantic than the previous. The weight of his knowledge presses down on him, making it hard to think clearly. Yet, he knows he must speak, must warn them.
He clears his throat, the sound echoing through the hallowed space. "Brothers and sisters," he begins, his voice shaking slightly, "I stand before you with a grave warning. The visions I have seen are not mere dreams, but harbingers of what is to come. Chaos is upon us."
A murmur ripples through the congregation. Some look fearful, others skeptical. Goth continues, drawing strength from a resolve he barely feels. "We must prepare ourselves for the trials ahead. We must stand united, for only together can we hope to withstand the storm that is coming."
As his words hang in the air, Goth feels a shiver run down his spine. The sense of impending doom is almost palpable. He knows that his warning might be the only thing that stands between his people and the chaos that threatens to engulf them all.
"Master Goth, he's here!"
With a hard swallow and a short closing of his eyes he took a deep breath.
"Let him in."
"Welcome to the house that Goth built!!!"
Goth’s expression is one of being sinister, yet cool and collective at the same time. He lets his gaze turn towards that of Chris Chaos and Jebediah for a split second, before turning back towards the camera.
"I normally wouldn’t let the world enter my sacred sanctuary, because none of you are even worth it. But seeing that I get the opportunity to alter the minds of two lost souls made me grant you all the benefit of the doubt."
He looks at Chris Chaos and sighs
"Make that three…."
He snorts softly as he closes his eyes for a few moments before letting out some more words.
"Devlin Knight, the man that wishes to put morale fup first. Normally I would applaud those traits my friend, but the only problem is that you have confused your traits with what truly is important. You wish to be the knight in shiny armor, you wish to be upholding the hopes and dreams of those who are even weaker than yours truly. Why is that Devlin? Why is it that you wish to trespass yourself in my domain? Why is it that you wish to follow in my footsteps, knowing that you aren’t even capable of licking the dirt from underneath the damn boots that I wear every single day??"
He shakes his head
"You want to rid the world of one Joe Montuori, are you that desperate to be better than anyone? Hell, you could not even hold on to that damn title. Let alone by the laughing stock of the entire WGWF brand that you made the current General Manager undo the evil that I once done."
He grinds his teeth at the mere thought that Joe Montuori got drafted at last years Cannabis Cup where he had beaten him in the main event of night one.
"You make me sick Devlin, altering the entire being of a character by changing your name does not change the fact that you are a coward. A sinner and a liar…. I cannot even understand that you and me share the same brand, the same doors that we walk through before entering the arena. The mere fact that I got to breathe in the same oxygen that is shared with the likes of YOU and Max makes me sick to the bone… Because you failed where I succeeded… and don’t try to hide the missteps in life by hiding behind the skirt of one Max Stone."
He shakes his head while grinding his teeth.
"A leader does not share responsibilities with others, he TAKES IT!! Don’t you see that it is the reason why you fail?? Because Max Stone is nothing more than a mere puppet that believes lies. That believes the friendship that you handed him on a piece of paper, promising him the key to the Garden of Eden, where only you sink him into the sinful streets of Babylon. Is that how you feel safe Max?? Is that how you let your narrative be controlled by a false prophet?? A man that bears no responsibility to himself, let alone to YOU or anyone else who is stupid enough to join his cause?? I cannot believe the simplicity, I cannot believe the shameful arrogance that both of you will share with the world… And the biggest problem of it all is my friends, you aren’t even aware of the false tales that you dare to spread. You ask yourself whether the Devil and The Messiah can co-exist??"
He stares at Chris Chaos, looks him up and down before turning his attention back to the camera with a look of disdain.
"Everyone needs an excuse to fall back into grace, but at least he knows when he is wrong…"
"And everyone needs a purpose for being. Everyone needs to remember their history, but stop living off of it. I was ready to hang up the boots for good and ride off into the sunset. You were within 23 hours of never having to deal with me again. Now Jack Daniels has awoken the monster, slapped the beast, poked the bear.......and apparently was trained at Theo Pryce booking school. This match makes zero sense, but I'll take it. It's not every day that I get to pick the bones of a War Games captain, especially one with a mouth bigger than his brain. You really want to take one of the top names on your Kidz Bop roster and put a gun in his mouth this quickly? He and Stone lost last week, and now it is about to be back to back. Bravo, Jack, you've successfully killed any decent momentum that team may have had.
Maybe you really were trained by Theo.
I am not sure these two asshats are entirely sure what they are walking into. They will come to the ring filled to brim with piss and vinegar and find out REAL quick that I am not just their worst nightmare......
I'm the best to ever fucking do this.
I have stood on mountains they have pictures of in their living rooms. I have went toe-to-toe with names that their jaw would fall off from dropping just by being in the same state as them, let alone ring. I am from an era where talent mattered, not social media. Devlin Knight and Mason Stone are 'good' because we're told they're supposed to be. Devlin may be one of the weakest War Games captains in history and his boyfriend Mason Stone wasn't even middle of the pack in a very middle of the pack promotion, TPW. Time and time again he'd get lost in the shuffle while bigger names like Larry Tact and Matthew Knox were hogging the spotlight.
Newsflash dickheads, I'd kick the shit out of them, too.
I can say what I want, when I want, how I want, to who I want. You don't like it? Stop me. I don't care anymore, Devlin. I am not playing by the rules just because some safe-space morons choose to get their gender neutral panties in a bunch. I am an asshole, and I embrace it. Why?
I can back it up. Always.
WGWF is in a bad way, and if there is one person to burn it to its very foundation and build it back up again, it's fucking me. It was supposed to be me and Reno, ICONOCLAST, but old habits die hard and he needed to step away for a bit. I wasn't going to do this without him in my corner but it finally dawned on me.......
Reno was right.
This is the easiest road to a World Title I've ever had. The mid card is mashed potatoes, at best, at the very tippy top is run by a roided out circus freak and a washed up mariachi singer. I am going to ascend to the surface of this shallow lake and shove his maracas up his ass. Then, when I do, and I stand atop my throne, holding what's rightfully mine you can set your little beady eyes on it and know.......
It's your fault.
You could have stopped the chaos. You could have saved the company. You could have restored hope and dignity to the WGWF.......but you failed, Devlin. You failed, Stone. You failed last week, you will fail this week, you'll fail at War Games......
THIS IS MY COMPANY NOW.
The chaos is just beginning and when there is no more WGWF left to salvage, it won't be me with the pitchforks the angry mob is chasing, it will be you."