Post by Viduus Morta on Nov 18, 2020 23:10:55 GMT -5
The state isn’t new. The arena isn’t even new. This road has been travelled again and again and while there isn’t really anything left to say, the exact opposite holds true in that there is so much to say. He should be in New Mexico staying safe and staying ready for the next chapter in his life but instead he stands outside of one of the most recognizable icons in Russia, the Russian Cross. It puts the exclamation point on each church that it sits atop of but the main character in this story stood in its shadow unimpressed.
Viduus stood his ground with the moonlight casting its shadow over the cross swallowing Viduus’s silhouette in the darkness. His trenchcoat would have barely been noticeable if it weren’t for the violent gusts of wind blowing throughout the hallowed grounds.
“It has been quite some time since I found myself with such a challenge that now is in front of me. This opportunity presented itself, not only due to my reputation but to my performance in my return. It was glorious wasn’t it? With the exception of the two wasteful human beings that needed to double team me to eliminate me from the match, my return was everything I had expected of myself.
Viduus began to walk towards the church that we found ourselves in front of while battling the wind that seemed like it wanted to keep us out. Step by step the shadow of the cross grew larger as did the arch doors that swung open allowing Viduus to scurry inside without appearing to really move quickly at all.
The church was dressed in wood and gold and paintings that would have amazed anyone who has never been here before. Viduus, however, didn’t bat an eye. He proceeded into the church to scoff at all of the Icons appearing inside. Wooden paintings. Golden statues. The walls were adorned by them but Viduus seemed disappointed.
“Your Lord and Savior is a fallacy. People like to have amnesia running from one messiah to the next. Moses.Elijah. Jesus. That amnesia seems to run rampant in this business as well. It seems that you have all forgotten who I am and what I can do. I assure you that I have not forgotten about all of you. That includes Tommy, whom I hope and pray that he wins his medallion matchup so that I can see you very very soon. I assure you I have not forgotten who I am but have evolved into who I was always meant to be. As for you, Katya...I am sorry my child but you have been deemed the sacrificial lamb to serve as a reminder.
Viduus outstretched his hand and let his fingertips run along the walls and over the paintings as he walked by them.
“ I have been away for quite some time and while your name is not one that I can recall, it is your history that I cannot look passed. No past accomplishments in Valor that are worth noting. A former LFL player. A highly sought after….interviewer...after your coming out party in the LFL. Do you even know what you’re doing here? It’s as if you found yourself in the wrong place of worship, going along for the ride, until you realize that you should have never come here in the first place.
Viduus finds himself face to face with a statue of one of the Apostles. It looks as if he is about to speak but instead his simply pulls the statue down with a nonchalant ease bursting it into several sharp pieces.
“It’s probably not amnesia in your case. You were busy in the LFL. You were busy interviewing the real wrestlers. You were busy not paying attention to the people that could actually hurt you if you ever stepped in the ring. We all know quarterbacks are the biggest untouchables in football, LFL or not, and your history just isn’t playing the part of winner as I continue to add it up.
Tell me Katya, how are you going to beat a former extreme champion? A former two time 4CW Champion. A former Battallion champion. A man who has never lost in Union Battleground in a singles situation? How are you, a lead interviewer, an LFL quarterback, a wandering dog without any teeth supposed to beat me?
His path continues around the church as he is moving slowly towards the front but toppling over any and all statues that he may come across.
I’m in this Church to show you one thing and it is something I discovered as I searched for the truth during my hiatus. I’m here to show you that nothing is real. None of this is real. Katya, you may wonder how this is relevant to you at all but soon you will come to know the only truth that I have to give. The only truth that matters.”
Viduus finally makes his way to the front of the church and directly approaches where the bread and wine are held. He opens the cabinet and grabs a circular piece of communion bread and holds it over his head.
“The body of Christ.”
Viduus places the bread on his tongue and bows his head slightly but his eyes never stray from the camera.
“They lead you to believe that you are consuming the body of Christ as his Apostles did at his last supper but they are lying to you. It is bread and bread only. Just as you Katya, are a former LFL player and interviewer only. You are being thrown into the deep end for this medallion and you have zero chance in attaining it just as there is no salvation in this bread”
Viduus throws the container of the pieces of communion bread as they spray across the floor. Next he grabs the wine and holds it up.
“This is the blood of
Christ, drink from it and all your sins will be forgiven.”
Viduus smiled before drinking a sip and then cupping the chalice in his hands like a king overlooking his subjects.
“Your sins will not be forgiven by drinking a terrible Cabernet and your career will not be launched into the next stratosphere off of MY back. Just as Christ was not the messiah you are not a wrestler Katy’s but if you want to ask me some questions sometimes I would be happy to grant you an interview.”
The doors blew open from the blustering winds outside, the candles within the church blew out and the inside seemed to spotlight Viduus in a cold blue light.
“I searched the world to see what was real and what was not. What is true is what is a lie. Katy’s, I have been in the ring with dangerous men and women. The only truth to find her is that Moscow and it’s most dominant religion is fake based on bed time stories that make men more money.That truth translates to you being a fake, a woman posing as a wrestler for the hell of it to see if you can land on some dumb luck. You’re going to need more than luck to win one of this medallions but from what I know, luck is your best chance.”
Viduus downs the chalice, tosses it to the side where it clangs off the tile and smiles as the scene fades to black.