Anti-Salvation

Brenton Cyrus wrote:Jake Stunner you can finally be apart of something in your boring and ordinary life. You can be a part of Salvation, the future of wrestling, the future of mankind! Instead of attempting one of your ultra boring segments, that are void of any kind of entertainment or life, just BOW DOWN! Look at Tapido, learn from his mistake. Alex is having the time of his life with Jazmine Ortiz, he mentioned something to me about the carpet matching the drapes, do you really want to end up like that Jake Stunner? Don’t be an idiot, Salvation never loses, we are never punished, we are immortal, and we have all the fun.

Jake Stunner wakes up groggily, and looks towards the television that is currently showing static. He rubs his eyes with his hands and shakes his head a few times. Then he grabs the remote for the television and begins to rewind the tape of Brenton Cyrus addressing him.

Jake Stunner:
So it’s the same shit this week again, huh? You talking about how “Godly” you are. Talking about how you are going “Save” the East from failing. Saying that you are the “Savior” for all of us to look up to. Come on Cyrus, cut the bullshit. You know you’re feeding bullshit to everyone, and I know you’re feeding bullshit to everyone. I’m going to make it simple for you. The reason people are tuning in to the West over the East; is because they don’t want to fucking see you. The fans don’t want to watch preachy monologues, telling people to worship you. They want to see us superstarts compete. Well, they want to watch people like Joe, Styles, and I compete. Not so much you, or Chuck Mathews, or whoever’s kid that is. Because ultimately that’s what it comes down to. You can stand behind a podium and preach to a paid crowd of people claiming to worship all you want, but what people want to see is entertainment. Not you trying to be Billy Graham. If they wanted to see someone deliver a sermon, they would go to church, or watch evangelical infomercials. You and your entire gang of lackeys have got to be the most boring group of “superstars” that I’ve ever seen in my life. I fell asleep watching your promo for crying out loud; and I usually have a pretty good tolerance for boring shit. I mean I sat through TWO of Chuck Mathews promos without yawning myself to death, and he sucks. I thought you of all people; our “savior” our “god” would be able to pull your head out of your ass long enough to at least seem like you’re trying to compete.

Jake walks out of his room and into the kitchen, he opens the refrigerator and pulls a Sobe LifeWater from it and begins to drink it.

Jake Stunner:
Ahh, I needed that. I got really bad cottonmouth from snoring throughout your borefest promo. I got to admit though, that sounds impressive. You have your own church! Great job Cyrus. You managed to manipulate enough indecisive people to come and worship you. I mean it’s either that or you paid them right? Well I think we all know that everybody has enough common sense to realize when they’re being fed bullshit, so I think the likely idea is that latter. How much did you have to pay them Cyrus? Fifty bucks each? Were they homeless Cyrus? Promise to buy them some food and new clothes if they’d pretend to worship you and sit in a church for a half hour. That was pretty clever of you. Well I’m not buying it. I mean, according to Chuck Mathews, one of the commandments of “Salvation” is that “thou shalt not feed the people bullshit,” so aren’t we being a little hypocritical Cyrus? I mean, you can’t get much closer to bullshit feeding than the stuff you’re doing. Well, aside from getting out a spoon and walking through a barnyard, this about as close to feeding the people bullshit as you can get.

Jake finishes drinking the LifeWater and removes the label from the bottle, and takes the ring off from around the mouth of the bottle. He throws the bottle down the hallway, watching it ricochet off of the walls before landing in the trash can at the end of the corridor.

Jake Stunner:
And aside from the two cronies that follow you around everywhere with there mouths stuck to your ass cheeks, I’ve never once seen a single superstar in that locker room bow to your feet, or ask you to save them from anything. I’m pretty sure your delusions of grandeur are starting to mess with your head. You think you’re a god, a savior, but I think those are all facades that you hide behind because you’re afraid of people discovering your true self. You’re not myth. You’re not a legend. You’re not a fucking God. You’re a fucking liar. A liar; that’s what you are Cyrus. You are a habitual liar. You lie to yourself, you lie to everyone around you. Each lie building up on top of the other lie, to help disguise the lies before it. Your mountain of lies has gotten so enormous, that you now have other people buying into your bullshit. Two very susceptible minds in Chuck Mathews and Alex Mark. And maybe a few five year old viewers at home. I thinks it’s gotten to the point where you’ve forgotten what the truth is anymore Cyrus. You’ve worked so hard trying to falsify this entire Church of Salvation that you’ve completely been detached from reality. The reality that you are scared. You were scared to face Johnny Styles; a legend, so you kidnapped his son and brainwashed him into thinking that you were some kind of omnipotent being. And now, you’re scared that you will have to deal with Joe Santiago and I, not only at Direct Hit, but at King of the Throne, where you will have to deal with both of us in the ring at the same time, as well as two other people. You’ve let this get completely out of hand Cyrus; I’ve sifted through the bullshit you’ve been preaching, and I know the truth. That’s what sets me apart from the two idiots you have with you. These lies have to end Cyrus, and when you get snapped back into reality, you’re going to realize how much trouble you’re really in. This cloud of lies you’ve created is comparable to a category five hurricane, and when Karma kicks in and it’s time to get yours, you’re going to be wishing you would’ve stopped when you were ahead. Before it got to the point where you were lying to cover up the lies that you were lying about in the first place.

Jake takes the label from the LifeWater and the ring and places is in large drawer, filled with other labels and rings.

Jake Stunner:
This isn’t about championships anymore. My goal was to get into the King of the Throne match and win the Heavyweight Championship. But I think now I have new goal. I think now my new focus is to beat you. To beat Chuck Mathews, to beat Salvation. Salvation IS a fucking cancer; a very malignant, terminal cancer. I’m going to see to it that everyone knows that Salvation is full of shit. So I guess, if you’re the supposed “god,” then that would make me the “Antichrist” so to speak. Or AntiCyrus if you prefer that. I think I could deal with being the Antichrist to Salvation. As long as it means I get to see your downfall, and expose you for the liar that you are. The Church of Salvation will fall at my hands.

Blood begins to trickle out of Jake’s nose. He wipes it on his hand and looks at it, then wipes it onto his shorts.

Jake Stunner:
And don’t think I haven’t forgotten about you either Chuck Mathews. Well, actually I did kind of forget about you, but all this talk of Salvation got me thinking about our encounter last week. I beat you in the match, but due to some bullshit screw job, I don’t get to see you bawl your fucking eyes out because I took your title. But, I’m in the King of the Throne match, and you’re not, so it’s all good I guess. You really are an ignorant guy though. I have got to hand it to you. Two weeks in a row you completely miss the point of everything that goes on around you. I WAS given a title. But I was given a title by a god damn LEGEND. Johnny Styles wanted ME to take his spot as the tag team champion. Which means I’ve worked hard enough, and impressed him enough to earn his respect. You were given the No Limit Championship because Shayne Wolf jumped ship to the West and Silva needed someone to pawn the title off to so he wouldn’t have to have another god damn tournament. There’s a big difference there bud; so don’t try to convince yourself that we’re in the same boat. We’re not even in the same lake. You are the only one who has any reason to worship Brenton Cyrus in all actuality. Because he actually saved you. So I completely understand why you follow Mr. Cyrus around with your head up his ass. I mean, I would too if he would’ve saved me from that kind of embarrassment. But let’s face it, even someone as ignorant and stupid as you has to realize that the shit he’s feeding you is a load of b.s. right? Well, maybe I overestimated you intelligence. Maybe you are just that dumb. And you continue to amaze me week in and week out with your arrogant ignorance. Last week you managed to feed a perfectly good steak to your dog to try and prove a moot point, and this week you managed to beat up a Priest in a confessional booth. As funny as it was to see you beat up a man of the collar, it was disappointing to see how low you’ve sunk. I mean, you beat up a PRIEST! A man that devotes his life to preserving piece and humanity, and you punched him in the face and slammed his head into the door of the confessional booth.

Jake stops talking again to wipe his nose. More blood begins to trickle out of it, and he again wipes it on his shorts.

Jake Stunner:
I got to give it up to you Salvation guys though; the crucifixion you guys did last week and hanging Johnny Styles at War Games, they were pretty intense. I was glued to the set in the locker room. I’d like to see what you guys try this week, because I guarantee it won’t fucking work. I want you to try to hang me. I want you to try to crucify me above the ring. See what happens when you try that shit to me.
Blood starts trickling out of both sides of Jake’s nose as he doesn’t even bother to wipe it off of his face. He just lets the blood drip.

Jake Stunner:
Cyrus, your Church of Salvation will fall at my hand, and you with it. Nothing will stop me from taking you out. Not you. Not Alex Mark. Not Chuck Mathews. Your “Apocalypse,” so to speak, begins at Direct Hit. Where-

Jake screams and then puts his hands over his eyes and falls to his knees. He falls onto his back clutching his eyes and face, rolling on the floor shaking violently. As he rolls around he begins to convulse. After a couple of minutes of convulsing, the violent shaking stops. And Jake is laying on the carpet with his hands over his eyes. He manages to get to his feet. He pulls his hands from his eyes and his hands are covered in blood. There is a stream of blood coming from Jake’s eye sockets. His eyes are rolled back in his head. He looks straight ahead and begins to mumble:

Jake Stunner:
Pater noster, qui es in caelis:
sanctificetur Nomen Tuum;
adveniat Regnum Tuum;
fiat voluntas Tua,
sicut in caelo, et in terra.
Panem nostrum cotidianum da nobis hodie;
et dimitte nobis debita nostra,
Sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris;
et ne nos inducas in tentationem;
sed libera nos a Malo.

Jake looks up towards the ceiling and continues to mumble:

Jake Stunner:
Pugna bonus pugna of fides. Pro habitum de eternus vita quibus vos erant accersitus ut vos no vestri bonus profiteor en presentia de plures testis. En os de Deus , quisnam dat vita ut panton , quod de Sarcalogos Jesus , quisnam dum testifying pro Pontius Pilate no bonus profiteor EGO tutela vos ut servo is te order vacuus macula vel accuso insquequo videor nostri Senior Jesus Sarcalogos , quod Deus mos adfero en suus own vicis - Deus , beatus quod tantum Satraps , rex of rex rgis quod Senior de dominatio , quisnam unus est immortalis quod quisnam ago en appropinquo lux lucis , quos nemo has seen vel can animadverto. Ut him exsisto veneratio quod vires forem.

Blood continues to pour out of Jake’s eye sockets and nostrils. Blood begins to drip out of the corner of his mouth and ears. He holds his hands up palms out as blood pours from the center of his hands. He spreads his arms out to his sides and falls backwards onto the floor without trying to brace his fall. He lays there and mumbles inaudibly, and then his eyes return to their normal state, he doesn’t move, but he opens his mouth and whispers:

Jake Stunner:
Salvation; may God have mercy on your souls.
Fade out.