The Name of the Prophecy

[barabbas]

I see the Red Sea part in front of me
I see the desert clouds bleed above me
I'm with the prophets on the final destiny
We'll fight the heathens and the ghost enemy

This is the prophecy
This is the prophecy

I see the money beggars on the last temptation
We're marching now through the devastation
I'm with the prophets on a mission of salvation
Cities falling, nations falling nations

This is the prophecy
This is the prophecy....

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The fans give a mixed reaction as the lights go down before a robed and hooded figure stepped from the back. He stood on the entrance way, hands before him then they were lifted towards the uncaring heavens before they formed the Prophecy X across his chest.

Then he walked slowly down the ramp, ignoring the crowd before he halted in front of the ring. He climbed onto the apron, throwing back his hood to reveal the cold uncaring visage of Barabbas. He called for a mic, walking across the ring.

"As we stand at the dawn of a new age, as New Beginnings approaches, I have heard that one of these so called Sports Entertainers has left. I have heard that he has lost the war between greed, and true love for this business. And it sickens me."

The fans cheered at this, though some booed. Barabbas bowed his head, shaking it before he spoke once more.

"You all cheered this man once, you all cheered for him, even as you booed the Messiah! Even as you booed my master, who never would have walked out of a show, who would have never left in fear! To win even one of your false titles. You are all sinners, you are all hypocrites!"

Now the fans all booed as Barabbas condemned them, his head lifting to look across the rows and rows of fans with those cold dead eyes.

"Forgive them, my lord. They know not what they have done!"

The fans were even more annoyed now as he called for Kyle Heaven to forgive them, and he walked back and forth again. Then he lifted his hands towards the heaven again, looking upwards before the mic was again brought to his mouth.

"Ringmaster, you have placed two Sports Entertainers in a much for this false accolade this false title known as the TV Title! I have seen them, and I know their works! The Wifebeater? A champion of brawling, of foul language, and domestic violence! Oh, I have known men like your Wifebeater! I spent my life with them in the cold walls of a prison watching them act like animals, raping, and stealing!"

The fans booed as Barabbas turned on the Wifebeater, and he shook his head as his lips tightened into a frown.

"And Chris James, the posterboy for Sports Entertainment! A man who stands in this ring made holy by the Messiah, and blasphemes it with his antics! I am begging you, Ringmaster! I am asking you to give me a chance to crush these heathens in the name of the Prophecy!"

Now the fans did like that idea, cheering as Barabbas looked towards the back. He lifted his hand, curling it into a fist as he spoke.

"And in the name of the Prophecy, and of the Messiah Kyle Heaven, I will raise this so called TV Title to glory! I will free it from the taint of Sports Entertainment, and I will purify your two Superstars with the flames of defeat!"

Barabbas bowed his head then, his arms folding into the Prophecy X as he seemed to be waiting for an answer.