Post by barabbas on Apr 2, 2008 13:30:24 GMT -5
"Envision if you will four cold cement walls, imagine them enclosing your whole life. Those cold grey walls staring down at you every hour, of every day for years. And beyond those walls, beyond the cold metal door that is the only exit? Are animals who were once men, like you."
Barabbas looked up, his cold eyes gleaming from the shadows of his hood. Then he looked back down at his hands, fingers curling into fists.
"Imagine walking up every day, waking out of that cell. Out of that tomb into a jungle, into a hell made by men. Of not knowing if you would walk back into those four cold cement walls that you hate that evening. Of spending your days watching men fight and die for nothing more then a spot on a filthy floor, or a scrap of food."
Barabbas fell silent, looking down again with a shake of his hooded head. He looked up once more.
"Surrounding you are the worst of the worst, men who have forsaken law, order, and goodwill to serve their own selfish wants! Thieves, murderers, rapists, and worse all around waiting for you to show weakness! Spent days watching the gangs roam along the halls under the eyes of the guards, and tasting bitter fear and helpless rage? Have you ever been afraid of being killed or raped?"
Fingers balled into fists, and Barabbas glared into space before his hands lifted to shove back his hood. And his face was cold, devoid of emotion as his eyes met the camera.
"This is where I first saw my Master, where the Messiah first came to me. I stood in human filth on stained cement surrounded by murderers and realized there was glory in fighting to live! There was glory in trying to overcome your own weaknesses in the ring! Kyle Heaven saved me from that hell, from my prison! And then I watched as he was defiled, brought low, and mocked by lesser men! Men who spat on his teachings, men who took what I dreamed of, what I longed for, and make it a mockery!"
Barabbas shook his head, frowning.
"That is where I trained, that is where I learned to wrestle, to fight! And that is why I am a warrior of the Prophecy, and not a Sports Entertainer! That is why I am not dying to win the TV Title like another man, a man who has Sports Entertainment in his very blood! Des Moines, Iowa?"
Barabbas snorted, standing slowly as his robes fell around him. His hands lifting to press against his face before they fell, lifting palms towards the sky as he turned his face upwards.
"I will teach this man, this Sports Entertainer the errors of his way. I will teach him what it means to fight for survival. When we meet? I will make him bleed."
Barabbas folded his arms before him in the Prophecy X as his head bowed.
Barabbas looked up, his cold eyes gleaming from the shadows of his hood. Then he looked back down at his hands, fingers curling into fists.
"Imagine walking up every day, waking out of that cell. Out of that tomb into a jungle, into a hell made by men. Of not knowing if you would walk back into those four cold cement walls that you hate that evening. Of spending your days watching men fight and die for nothing more then a spot on a filthy floor, or a scrap of food."
Barabbas fell silent, looking down again with a shake of his hooded head. He looked up once more.
"Surrounding you are the worst of the worst, men who have forsaken law, order, and goodwill to serve their own selfish wants! Thieves, murderers, rapists, and worse all around waiting for you to show weakness! Spent days watching the gangs roam along the halls under the eyes of the guards, and tasting bitter fear and helpless rage? Have you ever been afraid of being killed or raped?"
Fingers balled into fists, and Barabbas glared into space before his hands lifted to shove back his hood. And his face was cold, devoid of emotion as his eyes met the camera.
"This is where I first saw my Master, where the Messiah first came to me. I stood in human filth on stained cement surrounded by murderers and realized there was glory in fighting to live! There was glory in trying to overcome your own weaknesses in the ring! Kyle Heaven saved me from that hell, from my prison! And then I watched as he was defiled, brought low, and mocked by lesser men! Men who spat on his teachings, men who took what I dreamed of, what I longed for, and make it a mockery!"
Barabbas shook his head, frowning.
"That is where I trained, that is where I learned to wrestle, to fight! And that is why I am a warrior of the Prophecy, and not a Sports Entertainer! That is why I am not dying to win the TV Title like another man, a man who has Sports Entertainment in his very blood! Des Moines, Iowa?"
Barabbas snorted, standing slowly as his robes fell around him. His hands lifting to press against his face before they fell, lifting palms towards the sky as he turned his face upwards.
"I will teach this man, this Sports Entertainer the errors of his way. I will teach him what it means to fight for survival. When we meet? I will make him bleed."
Barabbas folded his arms before him in the Prophecy X as his head bowed.