Post by Matt Sydal on Jun 28, 2009 11:17:16 GMT -5
The sound of wind, blowing through cracks in the tall, colored, glass; which beholds pictures of the Holy Cross, Mother Mary, and our Lord's Savior Jesus Christ. The camera begins to zoom out, relinquishing its focus from the glass and revealing an old, worn down church. The shanda lears are filled up with old candles and cobwebs. The wooden pews, which are worn down and dry rotted, stand in knocked around rows, with dust and cobwebs covering them. The walkway, in between the pews, is filled with old and wilted black rose pedals, that lead up to the pulpit. The camera follows the pedals down to the pulpit, slowly moving up the pulpit, revealing new candles standing on the top of it. A whistle is heard from above and the camera quickly turns around and looks up, revealing a large balcony, overlooking the entire church. A man is seen slowly walking up to the railing of the balcony. He holds his head down, sheltering it in the shadows. The man slowly puts his hands down on the railing and leans over it, looking down. He moves his head up, revealing his identity as Matt Sydal, WWE Champion. He smiles and looks down at the camera.
"One month ago... I did what I have been striving to do for more than two years. I won the WWE Championship and I beat the one man that everyone said I couldn't; but I did it in a way I didn't want to. I injured my best friend and put him out of action for quite some time. When I heard that he was put in the hospital that night, I paid a visit to him. I expected to get kicked out and beat down by his family cause of what I did. However, when I got in there his family welcomed me. They said I was more than welcomed to stay as long I wanted. I told Johnny that I was sorry for what I did and... He accepted my apology. That night, when I got home, I prayed to God, that Johnny and I would still be friends and this mishap wouldn't hurt out friendship and the next morning, I got a call inviting me to his welcome home party and we have been friends again ever since. The next week, I figured out that I would have to defend the WWE Championship against Mark Johnson, the man who won the small tournament. I was relieved because he was new and I had the veteran card, that I could play against him. Then, I started to get a little worried. I realized that i'm in a little over my head. Maybe I'm not WWE Championship material. I went in to a big depression and didn't perform as good as I could in my matches."
"Johnny called me and tried to get me back in mood to perform, but nothing happened. I still wanted to hang up my boots. Next, I got a call from Roy saying that he wanted me to win so he could face me next and honestly...still nothing. Even my mentor, Justin Tyger, called and tried to get me back in the game... but nothing helped. My three best friends in this business couldn't get me back in the mood to wrestle and perform at the peak of my career. I was supposed to be happy, ecstatic, and joyful. I had just won the most prestigous prize in this business, but I didn't care. Then, I prayed again. I prayed that I could get the strength and will to perform at The Bash and defend my rightfully won championship against someone the likes of Mark Johnson. It worked... I got my will back and I started training, harder than ever. God worked in my life again, and he spoke to me. He gave me a message to give to Mark."
Sydal smiles and puts one foot up on the railing, propelling himself down to the ground, where he rolls and pops up to his feet. He looks down and see's the rose pedals and follows them all the way up to the pulpit. He slowly walks up the two steps and walks up to the cross that sets in the back of the church. He picks up his WWE Championship, which was sitting on a table, and places it over one of the horizontal arms. He walks back over to the pulpitand stands behind it, where he firmly places his hands on the side. He lifts his right hand up and snaps his fingers, causing the candles to light and illuminate his face. Slowly all the candles in the shanda lears begin to light up except for the one in the balcony. Sydal looks up there and has a dumbfounded look on his face, but doesn't pay too much attention to it. He firmly places his hands back on the pulpit and looks deeply in to the camera.
"Mark, I have been sent here to give you a message. The message of the holy one himself, God. He's told me many things about you. Many sins that you have done in your past. However, we all are full of sin, but the things you have done are not exactly forgiven. You've never been saved Mark. You've never given your life to the lord and I think that at The Bash, I will save you. I will be the savior that you have been waiting for. While you are focused on taking my WWE Championship, I'll be focused on saving another life. I've been sent from Heaven to save the WWE from the sin filled lives they live, and I'm going to continue with you. Mark, hear my word tonight! You better pray, that I don't seek you out! You better pray that I don't force you in to the word. You better pray, you can walk out of this match! You better pray... you can beat me."
He lowers his head and begins to resight a prayer, slowly whispering to himself, as the candles slowly begin to deminish away. He finishes his prayer and looks up to the balcony where the one candle that didn't light before, is now lit. A very familiar looking boy is standing there, looking down at him, smiling and slowly clapping his hands. Sydal gives him the thumbs up and walks down from the pulpit, slowly walking up the aisle and to the doors, where he stops and looks back at the cross where his WWE Championship still lays. He smiles and then looks up to the heavens above.
"Its all your's God."
Sydal walks out the doors, as the sun shines down on him and birds begin to chirp. He gets in to a Ford F-150, which is setting in front of the church. He slowly drives away, as the camera stands in front of the church, watching it, as the camera fades to black.
"One month ago... I did what I have been striving to do for more than two years. I won the WWE Championship and I beat the one man that everyone said I couldn't; but I did it in a way I didn't want to. I injured my best friend and put him out of action for quite some time. When I heard that he was put in the hospital that night, I paid a visit to him. I expected to get kicked out and beat down by his family cause of what I did. However, when I got in there his family welcomed me. They said I was more than welcomed to stay as long I wanted. I told Johnny that I was sorry for what I did and... He accepted my apology. That night, when I got home, I prayed to God, that Johnny and I would still be friends and this mishap wouldn't hurt out friendship and the next morning, I got a call inviting me to his welcome home party and we have been friends again ever since. The next week, I figured out that I would have to defend the WWE Championship against Mark Johnson, the man who won the small tournament. I was relieved because he was new and I had the veteran card, that I could play against him. Then, I started to get a little worried. I realized that i'm in a little over my head. Maybe I'm not WWE Championship material. I went in to a big depression and didn't perform as good as I could in my matches."
"Johnny called me and tried to get me back in mood to perform, but nothing happened. I still wanted to hang up my boots. Next, I got a call from Roy saying that he wanted me to win so he could face me next and honestly...still nothing. Even my mentor, Justin Tyger, called and tried to get me back in the game... but nothing helped. My three best friends in this business couldn't get me back in the mood to wrestle and perform at the peak of my career. I was supposed to be happy, ecstatic, and joyful. I had just won the most prestigous prize in this business, but I didn't care. Then, I prayed again. I prayed that I could get the strength and will to perform at The Bash and defend my rightfully won championship against someone the likes of Mark Johnson. It worked... I got my will back and I started training, harder than ever. God worked in my life again, and he spoke to me. He gave me a message to give to Mark."
Sydal smiles and puts one foot up on the railing, propelling himself down to the ground, where he rolls and pops up to his feet. He looks down and see's the rose pedals and follows them all the way up to the pulpit. He slowly walks up the two steps and walks up to the cross that sets in the back of the church. He picks up his WWE Championship, which was sitting on a table, and places it over one of the horizontal arms. He walks back over to the pulpitand stands behind it, where he firmly places his hands on the side. He lifts his right hand up and snaps his fingers, causing the candles to light and illuminate his face. Slowly all the candles in the shanda lears begin to light up except for the one in the balcony. Sydal looks up there and has a dumbfounded look on his face, but doesn't pay too much attention to it. He firmly places his hands back on the pulpit and looks deeply in to the camera.
"Mark, I have been sent here to give you a message. The message of the holy one himself, God. He's told me many things about you. Many sins that you have done in your past. However, we all are full of sin, but the things you have done are not exactly forgiven. You've never been saved Mark. You've never given your life to the lord and I think that at The Bash, I will save you. I will be the savior that you have been waiting for. While you are focused on taking my WWE Championship, I'll be focused on saving another life. I've been sent from Heaven to save the WWE from the sin filled lives they live, and I'm going to continue with you. Mark, hear my word tonight! You better pray, that I don't seek you out! You better pray that I don't force you in to the word. You better pray, you can walk out of this match! You better pray... you can beat me."
He lowers his head and begins to resight a prayer, slowly whispering to himself, as the candles slowly begin to deminish away. He finishes his prayer and looks up to the balcony where the one candle that didn't light before, is now lit. A very familiar looking boy is standing there, looking down at him, smiling and slowly clapping his hands. Sydal gives him the thumbs up and walks down from the pulpit, slowly walking up the aisle and to the doors, where he stops and looks back at the cross where his WWE Championship still lays. He smiles and then looks up to the heavens above.
"Its all your's God."
Sydal walks out the doors, as the sun shines down on him and birds begin to chirp. He gets in to a Ford F-150, which is setting in front of the church. He slowly drives away, as the camera stands in front of the church, watching it, as the camera fades to black.
