The Prophet Returns Home
NLWF Presents: :: NLWF.COM :: NLWF TV Events of the Past :: Televised Events of Old :: Revolution :: Revolution Role Plays
Page 1 of 1
20091105
The Prophet Returns Home
(Promo opens on a dark and windy night in South Boston. The camera takes in the lights and faint sounds of the city at night. A light rain comes down from the overcast skies above and a light dances throughout the city streets. The camera descends from the entire city view to street level. The street is empty and tall houses line the street, watching over it like wooden and brick guardians. Streetlights line the sidewalks, casting pale orange pools on the ground below. The faint strains of an Irish drinking song can be heard coming from a nearby pub.
There is suddenly a cloud of blood red smoke in the middle of the street. The cloud disappears as quickly as it had appeared and, in its place, stands a hooded and cloaked figure. He has his head tilted down and you can not see his face except for two sharp pools of white light burning like miniature stars. Corey Casey tilts his head sideways, listening to the sights and sounds of his hometown at night. He had not returned to South Boston since joining Salvation’s ranks and, after taking a deep breath, he realizes it has been too long since he had breathed the unique smelling air of Southie.
The drunken singing starts to come to an end and a faint smile flickers over the face of Corey Casey as he recognizes the song which the drunks are singing in the pub. Corey starts to walk towards the pub, whispering the last few lines of the song)
Corey Casey
It’s so lonely ‘round the fields, of Athenry…
(Corey opens the door of the Pub and slides in, unnoticed by all the patrons within. Another Irish drinking song begins to play from the old jukebox in the corner and all the patrons begin singing along with the tune. A small group of men are seen standing around a TV watching the Celtics game and cheering the home team on. Corey moves silently through the mass of people until he arrives at the group watching the game. He appears at the left shoulder of a tall burly man with a short hair cut who has a Guinness in hand. He begins to cheer as Paul Pierce hits a three-pointer and Corey smiles silently at his reaction. The man suddenly notices the cloaked and hooded man standing at his left side)
???
Oi! Who the fuck are ya?
(Corey removes his hood, a slight smile playing on his face)
Corey Casey
An old friend…Mike O’Malley
(Corey tilts his head up to look at Mike. Mike takes one look at Corey and nearly drops his beer)
Mike O’Malley
Corey Fucking Casey! Where the Hell have you been? It doesn’t matter!
(Mike quickly grabs a nearby chair and jumps up on it)
Mike O’Malley
Oi ya bastards! Shut the Fuck up!
(The music coming from the jukebox immediately cuts out and a lull of silence overtakes the pub)
Mike O’Malley
Look who the hell has finally come home! Corey “The Celtic Hand Grenade” Casey!
(The pub immediately erupts in a chorus of cheers at the news of Corey’s return. Corey reaches up and grabs Mike by the shirt collar and whispers in his ear)
Corey Casey
I don’t go by “The Celtic Hand Grenade” any more Mike
(a look of confusion crosses Mike’s face)
Mike O’Malley
But, that’s been your nickname since we was lads. And speaking of which, where the hell have you been and what the fuck is wrong with your eyes? There ain’t a trace of color in them!
(the smile widens on Corey’s face as he sees the confusion on Mike’s face)
Corey Casey
It might have been my nickname when we were growing up…but those days are dead and gone. As far as my eyes go…
(Corey laughs sarcastically)
Corey Casey
Let’s just say they have been opened properly for the first time in my entire life. How have things been around here?
(Mike is about to answer when two big men burst through the door of the pub. The two men begin to push their way through the crowd until they reach the bar. Both men are muscular and are wearing leather jackets and jeans. Corey looks around and notices the music has gone back on and that several of the patrons of the bar are shooting nervous glances at the two large men. Corey turns back towards Mike who is staring at the two large men)
Corey Casey
Who the hell are those two guys?
(Mike shakes his head and takes a long drink from his Guinness)
Mike O’Malley
When you left things went to shit real fast. A bunch of new faces started popping up around here and began causing a lot of trouble with the local businesses. They are members of some mafia running things from down in Providence. They come in to the local shops twice a month to collect “protection” money…
(Mike sarcastically laughs)
Mike O’Malley
“Protection” money…if anything the local shops need protection from those goons. At first everyone tried to fight the collectors off but they just came back with bigger numbers and guns. Things got real bloody and after they killed Tim Flannigan…
(A look of shock appears on Corey’s face)
Corey Casey
They killed Tim?!
(Mike nods his head gravely)
Mike O’Malley
Ya…he tried to fight them off by himself one night in the alley out back but needless to say they ganged up on and stabbed him before we all knew what was happening. It’s been rough since you left man…its too bad you had to come back to this.
(A look of anger starts to show on Corey’s face. Corey quickly swallows his rage, controlling it like the God had taught him to. Corey turns his back on Mike and begins to weave through the crowd with uncanny agility until he suddenly appears between the two large men. The two men don’t notice him and are still focused on old Connor McShane)
Goon #1
The Boss is expecting us to go back there with this month’s fee…so you better pay up old man.
Corey Casey
Good evening gentlemen
(The two goons jump at the sound of Corey’s unnaturally sharp edged voice as it cuts through the music like a knife and reaches their ears. The both turn and look at Corey, anger twisting their faces into screwed up masks of rage)
Goon #1
Go the fuck away freak
(Corey doesn’t acknowledge either of the two large men and simply makes eye contact with Connor McShane behind the bar)
Corey Casey
Connor, are you alright?
(Connor nods his head in confirmation and begins to back away down the bar. Both of the goons turn back to continue hassling Connor, but the bartender had already managed to get to the far end of the bar. The two goons then turn back to face Corey Casey, cracking their knuckles. Corey notices one of the goons reaching into his jacket for something. The serious look on Corey’s face doesn’t show the slightest sign of change. Neither of the two goons notice but the whites of Corey’s eyes are burning now with an unnatural white fire)
Corey Casey
Gentlemen, this is normally the time in which I would ask you if you were saved…but, to be honest, there are those that do not deserve to be saved. There are those that are do not deserve do hear the words of Salvation and bask in the God’s good graces. And those people…should be destroyed.
(Corey suddenly moves like chain lightning. He punches the first goon in the stomach, doubling him over and then turns and catches the second goon’s throw punch. He swiftly delivers a sharp upwards palm thrust, breaking the second goon’s wrist. Corey then sweeps the second goon’s legs, causing him to fall on his back. The people around the bar immediately make room as soon as the fight breaks out. A gun slides from under his coat and across the floor. Corey turns back to the first goon and grabs him by the back of the head while delivering a jumping knee lift. The goon falls down, bleeding from his broken nose. Corey turns back and notices the second goon beginning to try and climb to his knees. Corey takes several steps back, measuring the large man. As the second goon manages to get to his knees Corey runs and delivers a sickening punt kick to the second goon’s skull.
The large man’s neck jerks upwards at a sickening angle as Corey connects the kick. The first goon, holding his newly broken nose, begins to push himself backwards towards the bar. Blood drips down his face and onto his shirt, a look of fear in his eyes as Corey slowly turns around and makes eye contact with the first goon. As soon as the goon makes eye contact with Corey he notices the unnatural burning white light emanating from Corey’s eyes. Corey slowly walks towards the first goon, measuring his steps evenly as he approaches him. Corey motions for the goon to stand with a brief hand gesture.
The goon pulls himself shakily to his feet, steadying himself by holding the bar. A sick smile appears on Corey Casey’s face as he stares into the terrified eyes of the large man)
Corey Casey
We are not done here yet, come with me
(Corey turns and motions towards the door. Several of the bar patrons roughly grab the goon and drag him behind Corey Casey as he walks out the back door of the bar into the dark alley behind the bar. Filled trash cans liter the alley and a dumpster is pushed up against the brick wall behind the bar. The slight rain has gotten heavier and the light over the back door of the bar flickers to life as Corey Casey walks out of it. He turns and smiles as the crowd pushes the goon out of the back door and into the dark and rainy alley.
The goon falls to his knees in the alley and the rain mixes with the blood on his face, causing it to begin to wash away. Corey once again pulls his hood up as he turns to face the goon. Corey bows his head and utters a quick prayer and smiles as a straightjacket appears in his hands. Corey stands in front of the kneeling goon and forces the straightjacket onto him. He then walks around behind the goon and tightens the straps on the back of the jacket. Corey then swiftly kicks the man in the back, keeping his foot on the goon’s back all the way until the goon’s head connects with the pavement of the alleyway.
Corey then pulls the goon back up to his knees. The contact with the pavement had caused a large gash on the goon’s forehead and the goon was now openly crying and begging for mercy. A sadistic look of joy now dances openly upon Corey’s features and his white eyes are now brighter than stars. Corey suddenly grabs the goon by the straightjacket and throws him against the brick wall. As the goon connects with the bricks Corey turns and faces the crowd huddled in the crowded door frame of the bar)
Corey Casey
Behold friends! The fate of those who come into the home town of The Prophet of Salvation and try to assert their own power! See this man, no, this errand boy, who serves a false master!
(Corey turns and drags the goon forward. Blood is flowing from the open gash and mixing from the blood from his broken nose. The goon is sobbing openly and is still begging for Corey to show mercy, but his pleas are falling on deaf ears. The fanatic look on Corey’s face shows no capacity for mercy and no intention of sparing the goon’s life)
Corey Casey
I have had my eyes opened friends! I have seen the City of Salvation and I have walked its streets. I have sat at the right hand of the God Brenton Cyrus and seen him perform countless miracles! I have also seen the great and glorious God strike down his enemies with divine wrath!
(The men crowded around the back door begin to murmur amongst themselves. Mike O’Malley suddenly bursts out of the door and begins to yell)
Mike O’Malley
Corey! That’s enough!
(Mike’s voice, much like the goon’s pleas, falls on Corey’s deaf ears. Corey stares wildly into Mike’s eyes)
Corey Casey
It is no where near enough Mike! The Prophet of Salvation will tell you when it is enough. The God has been called upon and a sacrifice must be made!
Mike O’Malley
Corey stop…
(Mike tries to run forward and grab the goon but Corey moves like a blur and shoves Mike back. Mike falls on his ass, a look of shock and surprise on his face at what his oldest and best friend had become. The rest of the crowd falls silent and Corey turns back to face them)
Corey Casey
Before tonight no one dared to challenge these men! And when they killed Tim Flannigan you all fell silent! I was once like you, scared and afraid of those who talk big and threaten violence! But then I had my eyes opened to the light that is Salvation and now I do not know fear! Simply ask yourselves this question friends…are you saved?
(Corey suddenly turns back to the goon, the white light from his eyes making everything else pale in comparison. The goon looks into those eyes with fear, pure and unadulterated fear. Corey stands above the goon like a vengeful angel and for a second the goon could have sworn Corey had black wings.
Corey Casey
Bow your head…
(Corey’s voice echoes around the goon’s skull and, as if in a trace, the goon stops sobbing and bows his head. A hush falls over the crowd standing in the frame of the back door and even the rain begins to die down in anticipation of what is to come.
Corey takes several measured steps backwards and measures the goon for a punt kick)
Corey Casey
May Cyrus have mercy on your soul…because his Prophet will not
(Corey then runs and delivers a sickening punt kick to the goon’s head. The goon’s neck makes the same sickening snapping noise and horrible upward spasm as the second goon’s neck. The goon’s body goes limp and collapses in a heap still wearing the straightjacket. Corey turns and bows his head as he addresses the hushed crowd)
Corey Casey
I am Corey Casey, the hand chosen Prophet of Salvation…and let this be a sign of things to come. I will save South Boston one person at a time, for Salvation is not a virus but a cure…and I shall make sure that each and every person in Southie accepts the cure into their lives. So Cyrus wrote it…So it shall come to pass…
(A bone chilling laugh escapes the throat of Corey Casey as he stares out into the crowd. He suddenly disappears into a blood red cloud. The rain suddenly picks back up, washing the blood in the alley behind the bar away. The camera starts to zoom back out, out of the alleyway and out of the neighborhood until it is once again taking in the entire South Boston Projects. Corey’s laugh is faintly heard on the wind as the promo fades to black)
The Match
So Nick, your faith in Salvation is shaken…it seems the venomous words of Ashley Matthews has done its job well. You were Salvation’s Sole Survivor and one of its most devote followers and now you sit here and say that your faith in Salvation is beginning to wane. It makes me laugh when you say that without you and your snake of a girlfriend Salvation would not be around today…from what I have learned from God Salvation is a force that cannot be stopped to matter what might have happened in the past.
What you got in return for trying to “save” Salvation Nick, is what you deserved. God punishes the wicked and the unfaithful, Chuck Matthews can attest to that…as can his delusional daughter. Your faith in God might be the only thing saving you from divine judgment Nick…I suggest keeping that faith strong and pure. You said that I am not a deserving champion and that, as soon as you decimate Mexican Samurai, you are coming for me. Let me set the record straight Nick…I was part of a masterful plan, God’s plan, to end the war against Lethal Injection. I played a major part in the most masterful twist in NLWF’s history, something that you can not make the same claim to Nick.
As for the Universal Undisputed Champion, my friend and Minister of Salvation Shadow Demon, all I can say is this…I agree with you Shadow. There is only one Salvation, there is only one pure faith in Brenton Cyrus…of that there is no doubt. But it is when Nick and his poison spitting girlfriend made their return to NLWF that this talk of a “Salvation Civil War” began. But I am digressing aren’t I?
Nick had one thing straight Shadow, you are a dominant Universal Champion of that there is no doubt. But to go so far as to call you the most dominant champion in this match is a bit too much. You see, everybody seems to be forgetting that I was a champion before I was made World Champion. I won the No Limit Title from a seemingly unstoppable Swan Lee and, not only that, managed to convert him to Salvation using its guiding light. I am still the North American Champion and one half of the Undisputed Tag Team Champions with God himself!
You see Shadow, and you too Nick, I want to feel bad for the beating I am going to be dealing out on revolution…I really do want to feel sympathy! But you see, I just can’t…I just can’t force myself to care. I am the judge, jury, and executioner of those deemed wicked by God. The emotionless vengeful striking hand of God!
I shall prove that I alone, shall be the one that’s free to roam, free to fly alone in the highest zone. I shall fight and I shall bleed, until you both fall down defeated at my feet. I shall be the champion left standing last, So Cyrus wrote it…So it shall come to pass…
--Salvation—
I am going to ask you the most important question of your life.
Your joy or your sorrow for all eternity depends on your answer,
The question is: Are You Saved?
It is not a question of how good you are
Nor is it a question of whether you are a church member or not
It is a question of whether you have seen the light
Whether the God has granted you the gift of the light of Salvation
It is through The Prophet that this message is delivered,
Through The Prophet that the God’s message is carried out
And it is through The Prophet that The God acts his will upon The Earth
So if you chose not to worship Brenton Cyrus as your Lord and Savior
Then your life is forfeit in the eyes of Salvation
There is suddenly a cloud of blood red smoke in the middle of the street. The cloud disappears as quickly as it had appeared and, in its place, stands a hooded and cloaked figure. He has his head tilted down and you can not see his face except for two sharp pools of white light burning like miniature stars. Corey Casey tilts his head sideways, listening to the sights and sounds of his hometown at night. He had not returned to South Boston since joining Salvation’s ranks and, after taking a deep breath, he realizes it has been too long since he had breathed the unique smelling air of Southie.
The drunken singing starts to come to an end and a faint smile flickers over the face of Corey Casey as he recognizes the song which the drunks are singing in the pub. Corey starts to walk towards the pub, whispering the last few lines of the song)
Corey Casey
It’s so lonely ‘round the fields, of Athenry…
(Corey opens the door of the Pub and slides in, unnoticed by all the patrons within. Another Irish drinking song begins to play from the old jukebox in the corner and all the patrons begin singing along with the tune. A small group of men are seen standing around a TV watching the Celtics game and cheering the home team on. Corey moves silently through the mass of people until he arrives at the group watching the game. He appears at the left shoulder of a tall burly man with a short hair cut who has a Guinness in hand. He begins to cheer as Paul Pierce hits a three-pointer and Corey smiles silently at his reaction. The man suddenly notices the cloaked and hooded man standing at his left side)
???
Oi! Who the fuck are ya?
(Corey removes his hood, a slight smile playing on his face)
Corey Casey
An old friend…Mike O’Malley
(Corey tilts his head up to look at Mike. Mike takes one look at Corey and nearly drops his beer)
Mike O’Malley
Corey Fucking Casey! Where the Hell have you been? It doesn’t matter!
(Mike quickly grabs a nearby chair and jumps up on it)
Mike O’Malley
Oi ya bastards! Shut the Fuck up!
(The music coming from the jukebox immediately cuts out and a lull of silence overtakes the pub)
Mike O’Malley
Look who the hell has finally come home! Corey “The Celtic Hand Grenade” Casey!
(The pub immediately erupts in a chorus of cheers at the news of Corey’s return. Corey reaches up and grabs Mike by the shirt collar and whispers in his ear)
Corey Casey
I don’t go by “The Celtic Hand Grenade” any more Mike
(a look of confusion crosses Mike’s face)
Mike O’Malley
But, that’s been your nickname since we was lads. And speaking of which, where the hell have you been and what the fuck is wrong with your eyes? There ain’t a trace of color in them!
(the smile widens on Corey’s face as he sees the confusion on Mike’s face)
Corey Casey
It might have been my nickname when we were growing up…but those days are dead and gone. As far as my eyes go…
(Corey laughs sarcastically)
Corey Casey
Let’s just say they have been opened properly for the first time in my entire life. How have things been around here?
(Mike is about to answer when two big men burst through the door of the pub. The two men begin to push their way through the crowd until they reach the bar. Both men are muscular and are wearing leather jackets and jeans. Corey looks around and notices the music has gone back on and that several of the patrons of the bar are shooting nervous glances at the two large men. Corey turns back towards Mike who is staring at the two large men)
Corey Casey
Who the hell are those two guys?
(Mike shakes his head and takes a long drink from his Guinness)
Mike O’Malley
When you left things went to shit real fast. A bunch of new faces started popping up around here and began causing a lot of trouble with the local businesses. They are members of some mafia running things from down in Providence. They come in to the local shops twice a month to collect “protection” money…
(Mike sarcastically laughs)
Mike O’Malley
“Protection” money…if anything the local shops need protection from those goons. At first everyone tried to fight the collectors off but they just came back with bigger numbers and guns. Things got real bloody and after they killed Tim Flannigan…
(A look of shock appears on Corey’s face)
Corey Casey
They killed Tim?!
(Mike nods his head gravely)
Mike O’Malley
Ya…he tried to fight them off by himself one night in the alley out back but needless to say they ganged up on and stabbed him before we all knew what was happening. It’s been rough since you left man…its too bad you had to come back to this.
(A look of anger starts to show on Corey’s face. Corey quickly swallows his rage, controlling it like the God had taught him to. Corey turns his back on Mike and begins to weave through the crowd with uncanny agility until he suddenly appears between the two large men. The two men don’t notice him and are still focused on old Connor McShane)
Goon #1
The Boss is expecting us to go back there with this month’s fee…so you better pay up old man.
Corey Casey
Good evening gentlemen
(The two goons jump at the sound of Corey’s unnaturally sharp edged voice as it cuts through the music like a knife and reaches their ears. The both turn and look at Corey, anger twisting their faces into screwed up masks of rage)
Goon #1
Go the fuck away freak
(Corey doesn’t acknowledge either of the two large men and simply makes eye contact with Connor McShane behind the bar)
Corey Casey
Connor, are you alright?
(Connor nods his head in confirmation and begins to back away down the bar. Both of the goons turn back to continue hassling Connor, but the bartender had already managed to get to the far end of the bar. The two goons then turn back to face Corey Casey, cracking their knuckles. Corey notices one of the goons reaching into his jacket for something. The serious look on Corey’s face doesn’t show the slightest sign of change. Neither of the two goons notice but the whites of Corey’s eyes are burning now with an unnatural white fire)
Corey Casey
Gentlemen, this is normally the time in which I would ask you if you were saved…but, to be honest, there are those that do not deserve to be saved. There are those that are do not deserve do hear the words of Salvation and bask in the God’s good graces. And those people…should be destroyed.
(Corey suddenly moves like chain lightning. He punches the first goon in the stomach, doubling him over and then turns and catches the second goon’s throw punch. He swiftly delivers a sharp upwards palm thrust, breaking the second goon’s wrist. Corey then sweeps the second goon’s legs, causing him to fall on his back. The people around the bar immediately make room as soon as the fight breaks out. A gun slides from under his coat and across the floor. Corey turns back to the first goon and grabs him by the back of the head while delivering a jumping knee lift. The goon falls down, bleeding from his broken nose. Corey turns back and notices the second goon beginning to try and climb to his knees. Corey takes several steps back, measuring the large man. As the second goon manages to get to his knees Corey runs and delivers a sickening punt kick to the second goon’s skull.
The large man’s neck jerks upwards at a sickening angle as Corey connects the kick. The first goon, holding his newly broken nose, begins to push himself backwards towards the bar. Blood drips down his face and onto his shirt, a look of fear in his eyes as Corey slowly turns around and makes eye contact with the first goon. As soon as the goon makes eye contact with Corey he notices the unnatural burning white light emanating from Corey’s eyes. Corey slowly walks towards the first goon, measuring his steps evenly as he approaches him. Corey motions for the goon to stand with a brief hand gesture.
The goon pulls himself shakily to his feet, steadying himself by holding the bar. A sick smile appears on Corey Casey’s face as he stares into the terrified eyes of the large man)
Corey Casey
We are not done here yet, come with me
(Corey turns and motions towards the door. Several of the bar patrons roughly grab the goon and drag him behind Corey Casey as he walks out the back door of the bar into the dark alley behind the bar. Filled trash cans liter the alley and a dumpster is pushed up against the brick wall behind the bar. The slight rain has gotten heavier and the light over the back door of the bar flickers to life as Corey Casey walks out of it. He turns and smiles as the crowd pushes the goon out of the back door and into the dark and rainy alley.
The goon falls to his knees in the alley and the rain mixes with the blood on his face, causing it to begin to wash away. Corey once again pulls his hood up as he turns to face the goon. Corey bows his head and utters a quick prayer and smiles as a straightjacket appears in his hands. Corey stands in front of the kneeling goon and forces the straightjacket onto him. He then walks around behind the goon and tightens the straps on the back of the jacket. Corey then swiftly kicks the man in the back, keeping his foot on the goon’s back all the way until the goon’s head connects with the pavement of the alleyway.
Corey then pulls the goon back up to his knees. The contact with the pavement had caused a large gash on the goon’s forehead and the goon was now openly crying and begging for mercy. A sadistic look of joy now dances openly upon Corey’s features and his white eyes are now brighter than stars. Corey suddenly grabs the goon by the straightjacket and throws him against the brick wall. As the goon connects with the bricks Corey turns and faces the crowd huddled in the crowded door frame of the bar)
Corey Casey
Behold friends! The fate of those who come into the home town of The Prophet of Salvation and try to assert their own power! See this man, no, this errand boy, who serves a false master!
(Corey turns and drags the goon forward. Blood is flowing from the open gash and mixing from the blood from his broken nose. The goon is sobbing openly and is still begging for Corey to show mercy, but his pleas are falling on deaf ears. The fanatic look on Corey’s face shows no capacity for mercy and no intention of sparing the goon’s life)
Corey Casey
I have had my eyes opened friends! I have seen the City of Salvation and I have walked its streets. I have sat at the right hand of the God Brenton Cyrus and seen him perform countless miracles! I have also seen the great and glorious God strike down his enemies with divine wrath!
(The men crowded around the back door begin to murmur amongst themselves. Mike O’Malley suddenly bursts out of the door and begins to yell)
Mike O’Malley
Corey! That’s enough!
(Mike’s voice, much like the goon’s pleas, falls on Corey’s deaf ears. Corey stares wildly into Mike’s eyes)
Corey Casey
It is no where near enough Mike! The Prophet of Salvation will tell you when it is enough. The God has been called upon and a sacrifice must be made!
Mike O’Malley
Corey stop…
(Mike tries to run forward and grab the goon but Corey moves like a blur and shoves Mike back. Mike falls on his ass, a look of shock and surprise on his face at what his oldest and best friend had become. The rest of the crowd falls silent and Corey turns back to face them)
Corey Casey
Before tonight no one dared to challenge these men! And when they killed Tim Flannigan you all fell silent! I was once like you, scared and afraid of those who talk big and threaten violence! But then I had my eyes opened to the light that is Salvation and now I do not know fear! Simply ask yourselves this question friends…are you saved?
(Corey suddenly turns back to the goon, the white light from his eyes making everything else pale in comparison. The goon looks into those eyes with fear, pure and unadulterated fear. Corey stands above the goon like a vengeful angel and for a second the goon could have sworn Corey had black wings.
Corey Casey
Bow your head…
(Corey’s voice echoes around the goon’s skull and, as if in a trace, the goon stops sobbing and bows his head. A hush falls over the crowd standing in the frame of the back door and even the rain begins to die down in anticipation of what is to come.
Corey takes several measured steps backwards and measures the goon for a punt kick)
Corey Casey
May Cyrus have mercy on your soul…because his Prophet will not
(Corey then runs and delivers a sickening punt kick to the goon’s head. The goon’s neck makes the same sickening snapping noise and horrible upward spasm as the second goon’s neck. The goon’s body goes limp and collapses in a heap still wearing the straightjacket. Corey turns and bows his head as he addresses the hushed crowd)
Corey Casey
I am Corey Casey, the hand chosen Prophet of Salvation…and let this be a sign of things to come. I will save South Boston one person at a time, for Salvation is not a virus but a cure…and I shall make sure that each and every person in Southie accepts the cure into their lives. So Cyrus wrote it…So it shall come to pass…
(A bone chilling laugh escapes the throat of Corey Casey as he stares out into the crowd. He suddenly disappears into a blood red cloud. The rain suddenly picks back up, washing the blood in the alley behind the bar away. The camera starts to zoom back out, out of the alleyway and out of the neighborhood until it is once again taking in the entire South Boston Projects. Corey’s laugh is faintly heard on the wind as the promo fades to black)
The Match
So Nick, your faith in Salvation is shaken…it seems the venomous words of Ashley Matthews has done its job well. You were Salvation’s Sole Survivor and one of its most devote followers and now you sit here and say that your faith in Salvation is beginning to wane. It makes me laugh when you say that without you and your snake of a girlfriend Salvation would not be around today…from what I have learned from God Salvation is a force that cannot be stopped to matter what might have happened in the past.
What you got in return for trying to “save” Salvation Nick, is what you deserved. God punishes the wicked and the unfaithful, Chuck Matthews can attest to that…as can his delusional daughter. Your faith in God might be the only thing saving you from divine judgment Nick…I suggest keeping that faith strong and pure. You said that I am not a deserving champion and that, as soon as you decimate Mexican Samurai, you are coming for me. Let me set the record straight Nick…I was part of a masterful plan, God’s plan, to end the war against Lethal Injection. I played a major part in the most masterful twist in NLWF’s history, something that you can not make the same claim to Nick.
As for the Universal Undisputed Champion, my friend and Minister of Salvation Shadow Demon, all I can say is this…I agree with you Shadow. There is only one Salvation, there is only one pure faith in Brenton Cyrus…of that there is no doubt. But it is when Nick and his poison spitting girlfriend made their return to NLWF that this talk of a “Salvation Civil War” began. But I am digressing aren’t I?
Nick had one thing straight Shadow, you are a dominant Universal Champion of that there is no doubt. But to go so far as to call you the most dominant champion in this match is a bit too much. You see, everybody seems to be forgetting that I was a champion before I was made World Champion. I won the No Limit Title from a seemingly unstoppable Swan Lee and, not only that, managed to convert him to Salvation using its guiding light. I am still the North American Champion and one half of the Undisputed Tag Team Champions with God himself!
You see Shadow, and you too Nick, I want to feel bad for the beating I am going to be dealing out on revolution…I really do want to feel sympathy! But you see, I just can’t…I just can’t force myself to care. I am the judge, jury, and executioner of those deemed wicked by God. The emotionless vengeful striking hand of God!
I shall prove that I alone, shall be the one that’s free to roam, free to fly alone in the highest zone. I shall fight and I shall bleed, until you both fall down defeated at my feet. I shall be the champion left standing last, So Cyrus wrote it…So it shall come to pass…
--Salvation—
I am going to ask you the most important question of your life.
Your joy or your sorrow for all eternity depends on your answer,
The question is: Are You Saved?
It is not a question of how good you are
Nor is it a question of whether you are a church member or not
It is a question of whether you have seen the light
Whether the God has granted you the gift of the light of Salvation
It is through The Prophet that this message is delivered,
Through The Prophet that the God’s message is carried out
And it is through The Prophet that The God acts his will upon The Earth
So if you chose not to worship Brenton Cyrus as your Lord and Savior
Then your life is forfeit in the eyes of Salvation
Guest- Guest
Similar topics
» A Prophet's prayer
» The Gospel of the Prophet- Judgment has come
» Home Sweet Home
» Home Sweet Home!
» the Gospel of the Prophet- God's Return to the City
» The Gospel of the Prophet- Judgment has come
» Home Sweet Home
» Home Sweet Home!
» the Gospel of the Prophet- God's Return to the City
Permissions in this forum:
You cannot reply to topics in this forum