Post by Vincent Pennington on Sept 30, 2012 18:06:53 GMT -4
Heaven and hell, some think neither exists. I guess you could say they have always preferred scientific facts rather than stories in a book. If Michael wants to call himself the Jesus of professional wrestling, then he should be more than willing to die for all of our sins. Really though I couldn’t understand how someone from Lively’s background could even fathom the thought of calling himself our savior. His mother was a whore and his father, leader of a drug cartel. I guess there were some things Michael had in common with Jesus. They both didn’t go to high school, they both were poor as fuck growing up and last but not least, they both were bastards.
A hammer could be heard hitting some nails into some wood, three guys dressed in some original gangster outfits could be seen walking toward me on a dirt road in front of an old workshop.
“What are you building” One of the men said as they finally caught up to me.
“I’m building a cross, so that I can crucify Michael Lively. After all since he is Jesus, he should be crucified the same way right?” I questioned and the four gangsters laughed a little bit.
“Well our boss is requesting that you give us the money that you owe us for the job we did for you two weeks ago.” The tallest one said to me. I stood up and threw down the hammer for a second.
“You didn’t do what you were supposed to do. Evan Envi made it to the ring and I got hit in the back with his belt. As far as I see it you guys didn’t do your job, so you aren’t getting paid.” I scolded at all four of them, they didn’t seem to like that very much.
“We followed your order to get the guy on the ramp, it isn’t our fault that it was a decoy. If you don’t pay us Vincent, then we are going to have a problem with that.” He responded.
“Well if you want a problem, then you tell your boss to come get me himself. After all, the four of you aren’t shit and it’s going to take more than the four of you to take me down. I advise you fucktards to turn around and go back where you came from, before I get physical.”
Just as I said that the tallest one tried to come at me, I respond quickly with moving to the side a little bit and throwing the man to the ground. The next one comes and I punch him out in the face. The next two try to come at me, grabbing each of my arms. The one of the left tries to pull me back, but I over power both of them and pick them both up with each arm. Quickly I drop them to the ground and begin kicking them while they are down. The tall one I threw into the dirt gets up and tries to choke me from behind, however I respond by throwing him over my shoulder and punching him in the face.
Each one now knocked unconscious I begin to tie all four of them together inside of the abandoned workshop. I calmly walk back to the wooden cross I was building for lively, however soon enough I saw Sienna’s limo coming down the dirt road. “Must be time, I really hope she is in a good mood today.”
I stand up as the limo pulls up next to me. I open the door and I give my hand to Sienna, helping her out of the limo. She takes off her glasses and put her hands on her hips, looking in the direction of the four men that are tied up.
“Vincent, please tell me that the guys tied up in there aren’t with the mob?” She asked and I kind of chuckled a bit.
“Well you can call them mobsters, but mobsters usually get a job done when you hire them. Don’t worry Sienna, I am going to set them all on fire before we leave.” As I say that her lips give an upset looking smirk.
“Vincent we are not going to have you commit murder and end up being put away forever. Now why are you out in the middle of nowhere in Green bay?”
“Well this was an old friend’s farm at one point and I was making something for Michael Lively.”
Sienna then notices the hammer in my hand and the cross that was being built in front of the abandoned workshop. “Are you serious Vincent, a cross? What exactly is it you plan to do with that cross?” She was just full of questions
“I’m going to crucify Michael Lively, since he thinks he is Jesus, I thought I would go along with it.” She bites her lip a little and gives a little grin.
“Well you aren’t going to set this place on fire and you aren’t going to kill the mobsters or Lively. Vincent you mean a lot to me, believe it or not I do not want to see you through a glass window for the rest of your life. It’s time to start heading out to our location for your next promo, I will have someone pick up your cross on the way there. “
“I made three of them.” I stated
“Why do you have three of them?” She asked.
“Well that would just ruin my surprise wouldn’t it Sienna? Let’s just say that Michael isn’t the only one going to be in the match with me at One night in Hell. Also, one is for your brother if the ass clown wants to try and step in to meltdown tomorrow night. “
“No fucking way Vincent, you aren’t nailing my brother to a cross. Even though Evan is an ass hole, he will come around eventually. You two you to be best fucking friends Vincent, I am trying my damn best to make it like it used to be. So please don’t try to do something stupid and get put in prison."
“Look Sienna I am not going to kill them, I am just going to embarrass them. I guess you can now call me the ego crucifier.”
“Vincent, you are going to piss god off in some way, I know it. There is after all a real Jesus and a real God. After all you have been through I figured you wouldn’t give up on your faith.”
When she said that I couldn’t help but think about before my wife and son was murdered, we would attend church every Sunday.
“Sienna, if there was a god, then my son would have been given a chance at life and my wife would still be here with me.” I began to get a little bit upset at the thought of my family being savagely murdered.
“Vincent, the devil has play on this world and he can easily convince the evil minded to do his bidding. You used to be a man of god, you used to preach his word to people on the streets. Vincent, we used to make out in the back rooms of the church and you would have to stop because you thought god was watching. Whatever happened to that guy, the guy that was for god?”
As she asked the questions, I couldn’t get it out of my head.
“Obviously god gave up on me a long time ago Sienna and I lost faith when I found no reason to have any.” I stated and she grabbed my hand and put it against her heart.
“Vincent, this is the heart of god. When I found out you were put into jail because of underground fighting, something inside me told me to come get you and save you. I like to think of that voice as an angel or god himself, telling me that he has a plan for you. You are a strong man and I would like it if you restored your faith. Get good with god and he will take you where ever you want to go in life Vincent, but when you give up on him. The devil will get a hold of you, I mean look at your opponent. You can tell that Lively has no faith in anyone but himself. Some would call that Satanism, as Satanism is belief in you as a god. He sees himself as the savior of pro wrestling, I see him as a fool. You can send your message to Lively, but I would ask god to forgive you, for what you are about to do.”
“Sienna….That night, they men were suppose to be coming after me, but instead they got to my family because I wasn’t home. If god would let the devil do something such as murder my family in cold blood, then why should I be on his side?”
“Well I don’t have the answers for you Vincent, but I know someone here in Green Bay that can answer all those questions.”
Sienna gets on her phone and back into the limo. I follow in behind her and we drive off down the dirt road.
~~Later in the day~~
Sienna always had her way of convincing me to do things I didn’t want to do. It had been too many years since I had stepped foot in a church. However, she wanted me to get the facts from someone that would guarantee some kind of truth or be able to provide some kind of comforting words about my past and why I am where I am today. As we pulled up to the First Baptist Church of Green bay, I knew exactly what she was trying to do. The driver parked, came around and opened Sienna’s door, helping her out. Of course I still help myself out of the limo and look up at the cross standing on top of the church. I look to my right and see a sign that says “Repent, Jesus is coming soon.”
We make our way to the entrance of the Church and before me I could see an altar with pews lined up in front of it. There was a pastor up on the stage, cleaning up after his service.
“Don’t you have people to do that for you father?” Sienna asked as we made our way down the aisle toward the stage. The pastor turned around and smiled seeing Sienna’s face.
“Welcome Sienna, it was good to see you this morning at the service. Who is your friend?” He asked while coming down the stage and walking up to me. “I can tell there is some grief in this man’s life…I see a lot of pain and hate building up in him…What is your name son?” He asked me while standing at equal height in front of me.
“My name is Vincent Pennington and I guess you could say I have some good reasons to be full of grief and hate.” I replied and the preacher nodded. He welcomed us to the front row of the pews and had me sit down with him.
“Sienna, please excuse your friend and I, I think him and him need to talk.” She smiled a bit and I began to get chills through my entire body. It was as if this pastor knew why I was here and I could tell that he had some kind of divine power within him. Sienna walked out of the door at the back of the pews and the old man looked at me, holding a bible in his hand.
“Son, everything you need to know is in this book. Now I don’t know what kind of past you come from, or what the devil has done against you, but I promise that if you believe in Jesus, god will reward you in life and in heaven.”
“Well preacher, could you tell me why god would let my family die in cold blood? My son was only seven years old and was stabbed over 12 times; my wife was raped and murdered as well. So how can I believe that there is a god, when things like this happen in life?”
“Well Vincent, god isn’t the only one that has play in the world. Every man is responsible for his own fate and every man has been given free will. These people that murdered your family had to be doing the devils bidding. Now I can’t say that god allowed it to happen, it’s more like god could not do anything about it. Rest assure though Vincent, your wife and your son are sitting together in heaven and when you die, I am sure they are going to want you right there next to them.”
“So what are you saying I should do?”
“Well Vincent it is really up to you, but you have to ask yourself. Do you want to be as bad as those men that murdered your family? Or do you want to be above that? Do you want to spend eternity in a lake of fire with the men that did this, or do you want to be in heaven with your family?”
As he said that, another chill started to run through my body. It felt strange, but something in my head was saying this man was right and everything he was saying made sense.
“Well what would god do to someone that acted like Jesus or proclaimed to be Jesus?” I asked and he smirked a little bit.
“Vincent, there are so many people out there that think they are gods gift to the world. In some, their egos get a hold of them and they seem to think that themselves as some type of profit. These guys are like Charles Manson, he convinced an entire body of people to murder for him, saying he was a profit. God will more then likely throw him into the lake of fire when he dies.”
“So would god be against me tieing such a man to a cross in front of a live audience?” I asked and he began to look up at the window.
“God gave you free will Vincent, mocking what happened to Jesus would be very sinful. However if you think it’s for the good in your heart, if you think it will convince that person he isn’t a prophet, then it may end up being a work for god. I am not saying to do it, but do what your heart says. God speaks to us in many ways Vincent and you were brought here today for a reason. So you think long and hard about it and maybe you will find the best answer.”
“Thanks for the talk and I will think about it.” I finish the conversation and begin walking towards the exit of the church.
“Just so you know my son, Michael Lively has the devil inside of him. I don’t think god would mind if you beat that out of him.” He says while standing up and winking at me.
~Late night~
The sun has settled in Green bay and you can’t see a single star in the sky because of all the lights the city has. I stand in front of three cameras in the back ally opening with three crosses standing behind me.
“Tomorrow night I get a one on one non title shot against the champion of Monday Night Meltdown, Michael Lively. The self proclaimed savior and Jesus of Professional wrestling. Well Michael I used to have some respect for you before you decided to lose the match for us two weeks ago. Last week I destroyed my opponent with supreme dominance. When you think about it though, every match that I have had one on one in the APW, I have dominated. The last time you were in the ring Lively, you were pinned with a 1 2 and three. You lively showed the world how much of a coward you were and how your ego didn’t match your skill.”
I begin to look back at the crosses and run my hands up and down it.
“When we get in that ring tomorrow night Michael, I am going to prove one thing to you. You are not a savior to anyone, but you are a fake. When the time comes for us to go one on one, son I am going to beat the devil out of you. I can tell just by your ego and by the way you strut around thinking you are gods gift to wrestling, that there is nothing but the devil inside of you. Well Lively, I am going to give you a reality check. I am not some jobber and I am not someone that you just want to poke a stick at. Not only am I stronger then you, but I am smarter then you. When the time comes I am going to prove to you and everyone in the back, that I can beat the North American Champion one on one.”
I begin to walk between the crosses, weaving in and out. As I get to the third cross I look up and then back at the camera.
“Michael, you aren’t going to enter One night of hell in top condition, because before you get to hell you have to get through me. I don’t even think that you will make it out of the ring without the help of an ambulance. After they untie your ass from this cross I am going to crucify you on come Monday night. That’s right Lively, you want to act like Jesus, well then you shouldn’t mind at least becoming broken for everyone’s sins. Since I am not allowed to kill you, I will just simply end your career! Be ready Lively, because I will be!"
A hammer could be heard hitting some nails into some wood, three guys dressed in some original gangster outfits could be seen walking toward me on a dirt road in front of an old workshop.
“What are you building” One of the men said as they finally caught up to me.
“I’m building a cross, so that I can crucify Michael Lively. After all since he is Jesus, he should be crucified the same way right?” I questioned and the four gangsters laughed a little bit.
“Well our boss is requesting that you give us the money that you owe us for the job we did for you two weeks ago.” The tallest one said to me. I stood up and threw down the hammer for a second.
“You didn’t do what you were supposed to do. Evan Envi made it to the ring and I got hit in the back with his belt. As far as I see it you guys didn’t do your job, so you aren’t getting paid.” I scolded at all four of them, they didn’t seem to like that very much.
“We followed your order to get the guy on the ramp, it isn’t our fault that it was a decoy. If you don’t pay us Vincent, then we are going to have a problem with that.” He responded.
“Well if you want a problem, then you tell your boss to come get me himself. After all, the four of you aren’t shit and it’s going to take more than the four of you to take me down. I advise you fucktards to turn around and go back where you came from, before I get physical.”
Just as I said that the tallest one tried to come at me, I respond quickly with moving to the side a little bit and throwing the man to the ground. The next one comes and I punch him out in the face. The next two try to come at me, grabbing each of my arms. The one of the left tries to pull me back, but I over power both of them and pick them both up with each arm. Quickly I drop them to the ground and begin kicking them while they are down. The tall one I threw into the dirt gets up and tries to choke me from behind, however I respond by throwing him over my shoulder and punching him in the face.
Each one now knocked unconscious I begin to tie all four of them together inside of the abandoned workshop. I calmly walk back to the wooden cross I was building for lively, however soon enough I saw Sienna’s limo coming down the dirt road. “Must be time, I really hope she is in a good mood today.”
I stand up as the limo pulls up next to me. I open the door and I give my hand to Sienna, helping her out of the limo. She takes off her glasses and put her hands on her hips, looking in the direction of the four men that are tied up.
“Vincent, please tell me that the guys tied up in there aren’t with the mob?” She asked and I kind of chuckled a bit.
“Well you can call them mobsters, but mobsters usually get a job done when you hire them. Don’t worry Sienna, I am going to set them all on fire before we leave.” As I say that her lips give an upset looking smirk.
“Vincent we are not going to have you commit murder and end up being put away forever. Now why are you out in the middle of nowhere in Green bay?”
“Well this was an old friend’s farm at one point and I was making something for Michael Lively.”
Sienna then notices the hammer in my hand and the cross that was being built in front of the abandoned workshop. “Are you serious Vincent, a cross? What exactly is it you plan to do with that cross?” She was just full of questions
“I’m going to crucify Michael Lively, since he thinks he is Jesus, I thought I would go along with it.” She bites her lip a little and gives a little grin.
“Well you aren’t going to set this place on fire and you aren’t going to kill the mobsters or Lively. Vincent you mean a lot to me, believe it or not I do not want to see you through a glass window for the rest of your life. It’s time to start heading out to our location for your next promo, I will have someone pick up your cross on the way there. “
“I made three of them.” I stated
“Why do you have three of them?” She asked.
“Well that would just ruin my surprise wouldn’t it Sienna? Let’s just say that Michael isn’t the only one going to be in the match with me at One night in Hell. Also, one is for your brother if the ass clown wants to try and step in to meltdown tomorrow night. “
“No fucking way Vincent, you aren’t nailing my brother to a cross. Even though Evan is an ass hole, he will come around eventually. You two you to be best fucking friends Vincent, I am trying my damn best to make it like it used to be. So please don’t try to do something stupid and get put in prison."
“Look Sienna I am not going to kill them, I am just going to embarrass them. I guess you can now call me the ego crucifier.”
“Vincent, you are going to piss god off in some way, I know it. There is after all a real Jesus and a real God. After all you have been through I figured you wouldn’t give up on your faith.”
When she said that I couldn’t help but think about before my wife and son was murdered, we would attend church every Sunday.
“Sienna, if there was a god, then my son would have been given a chance at life and my wife would still be here with me.” I began to get a little bit upset at the thought of my family being savagely murdered.
“Vincent, the devil has play on this world and he can easily convince the evil minded to do his bidding. You used to be a man of god, you used to preach his word to people on the streets. Vincent, we used to make out in the back rooms of the church and you would have to stop because you thought god was watching. Whatever happened to that guy, the guy that was for god?”
As she asked the questions, I couldn’t get it out of my head.
“Obviously god gave up on me a long time ago Sienna and I lost faith when I found no reason to have any.” I stated and she grabbed my hand and put it against her heart.
“Vincent, this is the heart of god. When I found out you were put into jail because of underground fighting, something inside me told me to come get you and save you. I like to think of that voice as an angel or god himself, telling me that he has a plan for you. You are a strong man and I would like it if you restored your faith. Get good with god and he will take you where ever you want to go in life Vincent, but when you give up on him. The devil will get a hold of you, I mean look at your opponent. You can tell that Lively has no faith in anyone but himself. Some would call that Satanism, as Satanism is belief in you as a god. He sees himself as the savior of pro wrestling, I see him as a fool. You can send your message to Lively, but I would ask god to forgive you, for what you are about to do.”
“Sienna….That night, they men were suppose to be coming after me, but instead they got to my family because I wasn’t home. If god would let the devil do something such as murder my family in cold blood, then why should I be on his side?”
“Well I don’t have the answers for you Vincent, but I know someone here in Green Bay that can answer all those questions.”
Sienna gets on her phone and back into the limo. I follow in behind her and we drive off down the dirt road.
~~Later in the day~~
Sienna always had her way of convincing me to do things I didn’t want to do. It had been too many years since I had stepped foot in a church. However, she wanted me to get the facts from someone that would guarantee some kind of truth or be able to provide some kind of comforting words about my past and why I am where I am today. As we pulled up to the First Baptist Church of Green bay, I knew exactly what she was trying to do. The driver parked, came around and opened Sienna’s door, helping her out. Of course I still help myself out of the limo and look up at the cross standing on top of the church. I look to my right and see a sign that says “Repent, Jesus is coming soon.”
We make our way to the entrance of the Church and before me I could see an altar with pews lined up in front of it. There was a pastor up on the stage, cleaning up after his service.
“Don’t you have people to do that for you father?” Sienna asked as we made our way down the aisle toward the stage. The pastor turned around and smiled seeing Sienna’s face.
“Welcome Sienna, it was good to see you this morning at the service. Who is your friend?” He asked while coming down the stage and walking up to me. “I can tell there is some grief in this man’s life…I see a lot of pain and hate building up in him…What is your name son?” He asked me while standing at equal height in front of me.
“My name is Vincent Pennington and I guess you could say I have some good reasons to be full of grief and hate.” I replied and the preacher nodded. He welcomed us to the front row of the pews and had me sit down with him.
“Sienna, please excuse your friend and I, I think him and him need to talk.” She smiled a bit and I began to get chills through my entire body. It was as if this pastor knew why I was here and I could tell that he had some kind of divine power within him. Sienna walked out of the door at the back of the pews and the old man looked at me, holding a bible in his hand.
“Son, everything you need to know is in this book. Now I don’t know what kind of past you come from, or what the devil has done against you, but I promise that if you believe in Jesus, god will reward you in life and in heaven.”
“Well preacher, could you tell me why god would let my family die in cold blood? My son was only seven years old and was stabbed over 12 times; my wife was raped and murdered as well. So how can I believe that there is a god, when things like this happen in life?”
“Well Vincent, god isn’t the only one that has play in the world. Every man is responsible for his own fate and every man has been given free will. These people that murdered your family had to be doing the devils bidding. Now I can’t say that god allowed it to happen, it’s more like god could not do anything about it. Rest assure though Vincent, your wife and your son are sitting together in heaven and when you die, I am sure they are going to want you right there next to them.”
“So what are you saying I should do?”
“Well Vincent it is really up to you, but you have to ask yourself. Do you want to be as bad as those men that murdered your family? Or do you want to be above that? Do you want to spend eternity in a lake of fire with the men that did this, or do you want to be in heaven with your family?”
As he said that, another chill started to run through my body. It felt strange, but something in my head was saying this man was right and everything he was saying made sense.
“Well what would god do to someone that acted like Jesus or proclaimed to be Jesus?” I asked and he smirked a little bit.
“Vincent, there are so many people out there that think they are gods gift to the world. In some, their egos get a hold of them and they seem to think that themselves as some type of profit. These guys are like Charles Manson, he convinced an entire body of people to murder for him, saying he was a profit. God will more then likely throw him into the lake of fire when he dies.”
“So would god be against me tieing such a man to a cross in front of a live audience?” I asked and he began to look up at the window.
“God gave you free will Vincent, mocking what happened to Jesus would be very sinful. However if you think it’s for the good in your heart, if you think it will convince that person he isn’t a prophet, then it may end up being a work for god. I am not saying to do it, but do what your heart says. God speaks to us in many ways Vincent and you were brought here today for a reason. So you think long and hard about it and maybe you will find the best answer.”
“Thanks for the talk and I will think about it.” I finish the conversation and begin walking towards the exit of the church.
“Just so you know my son, Michael Lively has the devil inside of him. I don’t think god would mind if you beat that out of him.” He says while standing up and winking at me.
~Late night~
The sun has settled in Green bay and you can’t see a single star in the sky because of all the lights the city has. I stand in front of three cameras in the back ally opening with three crosses standing behind me.
“Tomorrow night I get a one on one non title shot against the champion of Monday Night Meltdown, Michael Lively. The self proclaimed savior and Jesus of Professional wrestling. Well Michael I used to have some respect for you before you decided to lose the match for us two weeks ago. Last week I destroyed my opponent with supreme dominance. When you think about it though, every match that I have had one on one in the APW, I have dominated. The last time you were in the ring Lively, you were pinned with a 1 2 and three. You lively showed the world how much of a coward you were and how your ego didn’t match your skill.”
I begin to look back at the crosses and run my hands up and down it.
“When we get in that ring tomorrow night Michael, I am going to prove one thing to you. You are not a savior to anyone, but you are a fake. When the time comes for us to go one on one, son I am going to beat the devil out of you. I can tell just by your ego and by the way you strut around thinking you are gods gift to wrestling, that there is nothing but the devil inside of you. Well Lively, I am going to give you a reality check. I am not some jobber and I am not someone that you just want to poke a stick at. Not only am I stronger then you, but I am smarter then you. When the time comes I am going to prove to you and everyone in the back, that I can beat the North American Champion one on one.”
I begin to walk between the crosses, weaving in and out. As I get to the third cross I look up and then back at the camera.
“Michael, you aren’t going to enter One night of hell in top condition, because before you get to hell you have to get through me. I don’t even think that you will make it out of the ring without the help of an ambulance. After they untie your ass from this cross I am going to crucify you on come Monday night. That’s right Lively, you want to act like Jesus, well then you shouldn’t mind at least becoming broken for everyone’s sins. Since I am not allowed to kill you, I will just simply end your career! Be ready Lively, because I will be!"
