Armageddon - Saints and Sinners

[T-Marv]

Can you feel it in the air?

The tension can be cut with a knife. The electricity is so thick that no metal device can be used in public.
The streets of Montreal are silent as families barricade themselves inside their houses in fear of getting caught in the cross fire.
Animals flee at the slightest twinge of movement, sensing that some great event is about to take place.
The sky darkens as the winds blow swiftly rolling the dark clouds through. Lightning flashes as thunder rips through the otherwise silent scene.
You can feel the forshadowing in the air, as if the very earth itself knows that something is coming that could shift it’s very axis.
There has been a war waged for weeks, a war for more than just a leather strap with metal fixings on it…it’s a war for the souls of humanity.
Many battles have been waged, many sacrifices have been made. There has been a fair share of pain and suffering.
But like all wars, there is a time for one final battle, one decisive battle that tips the scales and declares a winner.

The Final Epic battle between good and evil begins NOW!

Notre Dame Basilica - Montreal Canada

A pristine and ancient gothic structure stands alone in the deserted streets of Montreal, the chosen place of the final battle of Armageddon. This structure is the ONLY one with any activity in or around it what so ever. It has stood tall for centuries and will most like stand tall for a few more. This is where the sad pathetic masses come for answers to things that they cannot explain, answers that they will not receive. IF God ever existed, he has surely abandoned them by now! A shadow looms over the door of the church as a figure approaches.

Inside the Basilica, the patrons are in their pews praying for salvation on this unholy night. Suddenly they stop as they feel the presence on the outside of the church. A pin drop can be heard as not a single breath escapes the lips of any human in this church as the lights inside flicker. Candles lit on the wall and the alter are blown out by a mysterious wind. Fear is as palpable as Florida Night’s humidity. Suddenly, the doors burst open and a foul wind blows in carrying with it the feel of evil and a smell of sulfer. Standing there at the doors is the APW Overdrive Champion, Terry Marvin, dressed in his Sunday best. He smiles before walking into the door and smiling at the revulsion on the faces of the people inside. A priest at the front of the church takes a deep breath and then quickly walks down the isle… Terry smiles as your approaches and looks at the camera.

“I know… a church twice in a week? I should be on fire, but alas, this one was important.”

The priest gets looks from those seated at the pews, and a couple of them try to stop him for fear of his life. But he doesn’t let that stop him. He simply summons all the strength and courage he has left in his body and stops short of Terry.

“THIS is a church of GOD! You are not welcome here!”

Terry just smiles and shakes his head at the judgemental nature of the priest. Discriminated and prejusticed against once again…. Terry smiles a calming smile back at him.

“Relax Padre… I‘ve come to this famous place, not with malice on my heart, but knowledge to shed to all of you.”

“Your kind of knowledge is a CANCER here and you can take it with you right back out that door!”

Terry shakes his head being misunderstood once again.

“Don‘t be a fool! I am not your enemy…I never was. So whatever you percieve to be the truth here is in fact one blatant manipulation by those who you would refer to as friends, and those you would refer to as saviors.”

The priest doesn’t waver in his conviction one bit, holding pat with his beliefs. He simply stares through Terry without the slightest bit of compassion.

“You see, you poor folk are in the middle of a battle that will decide the fate of this world…and you‘re on the wrong side.”

Everyone gasps except for the priest who is irate. “BLASTPHEMER! You are on the wrong side. You are the one trying to ruin this world, trying to destroy it for your own selfish purposes. It‘s as clear as day…”

The priest is silenced by a loud boisterous laugh by Marvin that reverberates off the walls of this sacred building. For the first time, the priest shows a slight bit of fear on his face. Terry looks at him with anger. “It‘s as clear as day? Isn‘t that the problem? For being a man of the cloth, you don‘t exactly seem to know the actual scriptures that you‘re supposed to be teaching…that‘s a damn shame.”

Terry shakes his head and walks strait past the priest and towards the alter. Nobody else moves a muscle, fearing for their own life.

“You are all sinners…all guilty of passing judgment that doesn‘t belong to you! Each and every one of you has listened to the words of my opponent Keaton Saint and taken them to heart. You have blindly followed them, blindly believed in them, even though everything he says is a contradiction. Keaton Saint has you believing that I am the true Villain, that I am the bad guy here, that I am the fucking ANTICRIST! Let he who is without Sin cast the first stone...”

There is confusion abound now as the words being spoken by the champion are starting to sink in to everyone. Terry smiles a victorious smile as he sees that people have begun to listen to him.

“He has got you all fooled and you‘ve bought into his lies 100%. But don‘t worry, I am here to save you all from making the biggest mistake of your lives. TRUST ME, you don‘t want to be on the losing side of this fight! You see, as is always the case, you people have got everything all mixed up. Lost in Translation I think they call it. I am not the bad guy here. I am not the evil, the unholy thing that I am painted to be. I am the true SAINT….where as Keaton is the original SINNER!”

There is a commotion now and a newly angered priest runs to the front of the church and angrily calls out Terry.

“ENOUGH OF YOUR LIES DEMON! I will not sit here and be FORCED to listen to this hell born deceit.”

Terry doesn’t show any disappointment to this minor setback as he smiles.

“In the scriptures, it is written that when the true face of evil is presented to the world… he will not appear as one of evil. He will instead hide behind the façade of good, of holiness. You will not know him, and you will not be able to identify him.” He smiles as he sees some of the lights going on in the faces of the people standing before him. “Well, I‘ve done a pretty piss poor job of hiding then haven‘t I? Hell every single person who‘s been paying attention even a slight amount for the past couple months would recognize me as the true face of evil. So are you telling me that the scriptures lied to you?”

There is a gasp in the church as he truly blasphemes this time. Terry doesn’t sweat it though.

“Keaton Saint has painted a pretty fantastic façade around himself, as thrown me under the holy roller bus and has successfully turned the heat away from him and shone it brightly on me. I have to hand it to him, he is one of the best bullshiters I have ever seen in my life. He speaks so smoothly and doesn‘t fluctuate when he‘s boldly lying strait to your face. He has everyone in APW convinced, he and his minions that pose as the powers to be in APW. There are only a select few that know the truth, that see Keaton and his kind for what they really are. He has managed to corrupt the APW from the top down. He has managed to fool the fans, not that that‘s a difficult task. Lord Knows that I haven‘t done much to adore them to me…have done everything I can to force them away from me, to make them hate me, to embrace their hate. But it had to be there choice, they had to be smart enough to follow the truth instead of the fallacy that will stand at my opposite corner tomorrow night!”

The priest has yet another question, still not believing a word that he said.

“So you‘re expecting me to believe that a man who CHEATS, that a man who lies and pays off officials, that a man who would blatently attack a downed man…is actually the hero in this story?”

“You‘re getting senile and your eyes deceive you old man, as does your mind. Have you honestly seen any proof or confession that I paid off an official? In fact has that even been spoken of anywhere other than from the forked tongue of Keaton Saint? I think you‘ll find your answer to be the same as mine. You see, Keaton with the help of his unholy followers which he has many of, covered up the real facts and spun the truth any way he saw fit. There was no pay off, there was no GRAND conspiracy to keep Keaton down. His loss at my hands was 100% fair and square. The fact that he has to turn it into something that it‘s not speaks VOLUMES about his character or lack there of. He‘s trying to save face, just as he does every single time he fails at my hands. He has excuese after excuse and you people are smart enough to not buy into his blatant deception.”

Terry speaks with no wavering of emotion. He doesn’t sugar coat, and he doesn’t blink. He simply puts all the facts out there and says them in a way that makes a believer out of everyone…..except the Priest of course.

“As for my CHEATING….where did it ever say that the last epic battle for all of mankind was going to be faught FAIR? The side of evil will CERTAINLY NOT fight fair, so why the hell should I? Is it against the rules? Not the way I see it, not the rules of war. I am fighting to save the immortal souls of BILLIONS of people, I am fighting against an evil so great that he has spun the fable of his goodness to the point that it is merely a stone scribed fact that is no longer questioned. He has sewn his seeds of guile and hyperbole so deeply that they appear as solid truths not to be questioned. So when I started questioning them… I HAD to be painted as the bad guy.”

Even the priest raises an eyebrow at this, and most of the congregation begins to wisper amongst themselves, some starting to believe Terry word for word.

“But HOW can you dare call yourself a Saint. Look at the way you‘ve lived your life. You are far from a holy and decent man.”

“That is a matter of opinion and perception my good man. You see, we are at the changing of times here. We are at a point in history where the rules no longer matter and things are DEFINITELY not as they seem. Look at all the saints of the past. They had some shady features to their backstory, some things that didn’t quite add up. But when the time came for them to do the right thing, they were leading the charge. Well, here I am, leading the charge.” He lets this sink in a little bit as he looks around. Seeing that he has a captive audience now, even the priest, he hammers it home. “There is one thing that ALL these saints have in common. They have sacrificed EVERYTHING to do what is right and just. Look at my life, look at all I‘ve given up just to be here. If you can look at all of that, and then still try to rob me of my sainthood, than that is on EACH and every one of you!”

He sees the faces now. He has most of them, and those he doesn’t are very unsure of the truth.

“I am SICK and TIRED of Keaton distorting reality and bending it to his will. The time is coming when Keaton will have to answer for his sins…for we are all sinners, for we all have to answer one day. For Keaton, that day comes tomorrow when he has to battle me one last time. That steel cage will be the last prison he ever knows. That cage was put there by Keaton’s #1 follower, the most corrupt man on the planet, president Jeff for me to be nothing more than a sitting duck for Keaton to unleash his unholy aura upon. But they’re too cocky, too confident in their own egos to see that it was I who manipulated that whole scenario. It‘s not to keep me in, it‘s not to keep him in, but it‘s there to protect the rest of the world from the destruction that the true force of good meeting with the true force of evil will unleash. But as in all of the bible stories, in all of the epic tales throughout history..the hero will pull through and the evil will be dispersed. And I am that hero…I am that one who was chosen by God to put a stop to tyranny and corruption. I am GODS GIFT TO WRESTLING and now even to the world.”

He gets some applause from the congregation and sees that the priest is still not totally convinced.

“I know you don‘t believe me father, and I commend your faith. It is something sorely lacking in this world. You have your convictions and you will stick to them, believing that they are absolutely right. And fortunately for you, you don‘t have to take me on my word. You have the opportunity to watch, watch as I dispatch Keaton from this world and save each and every person from the hell that he is trying to damn them too. Hold back your judgment until tomorrow night when the light shines down on the truth and illuminates all of you to reality.”

He actually gets a nod of acceptance from the priest as he smiles, clenching victory.

“Tomorrow night, I will do everything I‘ve been saying and backing up since I first put down this beast at Rasslemania. I will pull out all the stops, hold nothing back and assure you all that victory Is at hand. Keaton can‘t run, can‘t hide, and will be unable to hide his true colors, the true mark of the beast that I will expose in that very ring. Keaton Saint will not win this battle. He will not plunge us all into darkness. He will be vanquished by the TRUE PATRON SAINT OF WRESTLING…. The one man who has been saying the same thing all along and proving it every step of the way.”

He smiles and steps down from the alter. As he makes his way back, everyone in the church stands up to applaud him as he leaves. Even the priest smiles and nods at him as he passes by. Terry stops at the doors and turns to the congregation.

“The outcome of this battle is already written and rightfully so. With my talent, my intelligence, and my sheer determination to disallow any continued damnation of the APW and the rest of this world, Keaton stands no chance in hell or heaven of pulling the wool over anymore eyes. Tomorrow Night…the Keaton Saint reign of Terror ENDS!”

He turns and leaves the church to high praise as everyone feels a whole HELL of a lot better about themselves. Terry leaves the church with a look of determination on his face. When he gets outside, and the doors shut tightly behind him, he looks strait into the camera, smiles a knowing smile, and lets out the most evil laugh that has ever cut through air.

“Do you see how easily their faith was shaken there Keaton. Do you see how I completely turned their beliefs inside out just by saying exactly what I needed to. What do you think is going to happen tomorrow night when I personally put you out of your misery once and for all? Do you think the faith of the APW fans and the APW front office will be shaken? No, Keaton….it will be completely obliterated. That is the last and final thing I need to take from you Keaton…the unnatural faith that these people have in you. I don’t understand it, and I‘m pretty sure they don‘t either. But it‘s a blind faith, an unnatural faith and it‘s time for them to open their eyes and see you for exactly what you are….a FUCKING coward who doesn‘t have the sack to do what needs to be done to shut me the hell up. You couldn‘t do it at Rasslemania and you couldn‘t do it every single day since. You are incapable of silencing me so you entered into your own vow of silence…. And played right into my hand. You showed one spark of life when you tried to obliterate me with that steel chair, and then you sunk right back into your shell and tried to play by every single rule in the book. It didn‘t work then Keaton, what makes you think it‘s going to work now?

I know you‘re thinking that I had to pull out all the stops before to beat you, that I had to resort to underhanded tactics just to barely squeak through. It seems to you that I don’t stand a chance in a so called “fair” fight. To you, it seems that this steel cage offers me no advantage, offers me no clear cut way to victory. To you, I am simply a trapped rat who can’t play any of my so called “desperation” cards. ”

Terry just laughs at this idea and shakes his head.

“First of all Keaton… I didn’t “RESORT” to any of these tactics as some sort of last ditch effort to pick up a victory. I used them BECAUSE I CAN, and because that’s the way that I like to play. That’s my comfort zone. You see, you never tip your hand to your opponent and show him everything all at once. You always hold at least a little something back. That‘s one concept that you‘ve never been able to master as you‘ve basically went full Monty in front of me, which I will now forever have nightmares about, and exposed every single entity that you are and all you stand for. You didn‘t hold anything back and now you‘re as predictable as the ending to every lame ass sitcom that left off with a “cliffhanger“ this season. You‘re an open book and you‘re as beatable as the drums of victory that I will soon be hearing with my arms held high and my title in tact. I however have only showed you my dirty underhanded side. I have not exposed the clear and concise fact that I am FAR AND BEYOND a much better talent than you have ever been or will ever be. But that side of me gets to come out tonight, gets to fly free and gets to EMBARRASS YOUR ASS ALL NIGHT LONG. You think I‘m a one trick poney, think I‘m some one dimensional punk ass rookie who has to jump on twitter to get a rise out of some real competition before getting their asses handed to them? You‘re about to come to a real quick realization that there doesn‘t have to be any games or gimmicks. I am THE GREATEST THING TO EVER HAPPEN TO WRESTLING Keaton, and you‘re fighting a futile battle that will have the same result as our last one. ”

Terry smiles again and then laughs a bit to himself.

“Second of all, Keaton, you act like just because the two of us are locked inside that fearsome structure of bone breaking, flesh ripping steel that there isn‘t a way for me to work the system and get every single advantage that I can get. I‘m a master opertunist…and sometimes that opportunity doesn‘t just jump up and down screaming “HERE I AM.” Sometimes you have to look for it, sometimes you have to be creative, sometimes you have to go the extra mile to any and everything to make sure you come out the victor. Come on Keaton… you didn‘t think I was going to get myself locked inside an impossible situation did you? Sure, I can‘t run and hide, but in case you weren‘t paying attention, that‘s not my style anyways. I haven‘t run, haven‘t hid, I‘ve simply taken every situation and manipulated it to work in my favor at every single step! This steel cage will be no different. This time, you have no where to run. And trust me, when you finally see what I‘m capable of… you‘ll be BEGGING me to let you run and hide! ”

Terry lets out a big sigh and puts on a big fake smile.

“The games are over Keaton. There is no more time for talk, no more silence from your side, which was music to my ears by the way even if it was just another way for you to hide your inadequacies. Tomorrow night the showdown of a century comes head to head when you and I step in that ring to do battle one final time. Tomorrow night is the final chapter of our story Keaton, and like all great artists….I wrote the ending before any of this ever began. I hade to be a spoiler, but it closes with you laying in the middle of the ring in an oh so familiar position. I ends with you coming to the harsh but sudden realization that you can‘t do it, that you‘re not as good as you say, that I wasn‘t just all talk or one big fluke. And as you‘re laying there, watching as all your dreams crumble around there…don‘t say I didn‘t tell you so. Tomorrow night is just one more fast failure for you. You‘ll end this journey the same way you started…. As the Real Show Terry Marvin‘s own personal BITCH!”

Terry stops for a second and the smile washes away from his face, replaced by one of annoyance.

“You know Keaton…ever since you took this stupid little vow of silence of yours, I‘ve had anything BUT silence. In fact, I keep hearing voices every where I go.”

Suddenly the loud whisper of “YOU CAN’T WIN” is heard from near him.

“No, I‘m not going crazy. I‘m not talking about actually inner voices. I‘m talking about the noise coming from every so called wrestling expert in the world.”


“YOU ARE A CHEATER” and “YOU HAVE NO HEART” are loudly whispered. Terry shakes his head.

“They keep telling me all these things as if I‘ve never heard them before. They keep saying things like they have some deep inner knowledge of who and what I am.”

“KEATON IS BETTER THAN YOU” flows in from the right side of Terry. He looks and smirks. “YOU CAN’T BUY THIS VICTORY!” comes from the left. From behind and strait on we hear “YOU DISGRACE THAT TITLE!”

“But nobody has the balls to take an unbiased, subjective look at things. Everything said is out of anger, out of jealousy, or out of down right shock.

I‘m tired of these voices. ”

“LIAR” - “CHEATER” - “FLUKE” - “LOSER” - Are all whispered many times as the noise grows louder and Terry puts his hands over his ears.

“Tomorrow Night Keaton, these voices will be forced to watch what I do to you. And when the Mayhem is over…. ”

The voices get louder and louder and louder untill Terry looks strait at the camera.

“I make the voices STOP! ”

SILENCE suddenly engulfs all as the scene totally fades out. One light is lit illuminating Terry’s face as he lowly whispers one last Phrase….

“It’s Showtime! ”