The Power and the Glory (Jakie Wentzel Reaction)
Apr 18, 2022 23:29:44 GMT -5
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Post by hardcorehammer24 on Apr 18, 2022 23:29:44 GMT -5
Cameras pan out from rustic stained glass. Rainbow fractals flood the screen with clusters of blue, red, violet, and green to reveal itself into pictures of Christ’s resurrection from the dark black tomb of sinful death. A voiceover rings through the biblical imagery.
VOICEOVER: Easter Sunday. Christ’s final victory over a sinful world. A powerful message off redemption that can teach us a valuable moral…no matter how hard a man off faith is beaten down ant broken, he will ultimately be the one who gets tha last word in. The one who takes on tha forces off darkness ant prevails as tha ruler over them all.
The voiceover is revealed to be “The Mennonite Mangler” Jakie Wentzel, standing in a church pulpit attired in his “Easter Best:” a purple button down shirt, black suspenders, black slacks, and a wide brimmed straw boater hat. Every modern aspect of his style, albeit his tattooed wrists of barbed wire, were replaced with the formal high-German fashion of the most devout Amish sects. He gestures to the cross centerpiece at altar, and speaks with an infectious zeal.
“…Ant I will speak frankly tah yah on this solemn Easter evening, onst, that I have been placed in a similar challenge off faith. I haff been listenin’ ant watching all y’all degenerates in tha WUK federation. Tha more I see what kind off master you serve, tha filth y’all represent, tha steaming piles off pig shit y’all spew with every word, naw, tha more I know that have been moved tah battle against tha forces off evil at Legacy #1.
Jakie steps off of the pulpit and slowly paces over to the cross in the alter. His voice is solemn, but powerful enough to carry through the large sanctum.
”These forces will try tah ignore my influence, ant test my faith through their ignorance…yah see, they all underestimate tha power off Wentzel’s Warriors. Make no mistake, these indeed are tha dark forces that tha Shadow Man tried tah warn me off…a federation where the biggest stable consists of a death cult. While I haff a personal connection with tha community, it iss clear tah me that this Oblivion Death Cult is on tha wrong side off tha Lord’s mission. They are a plague on tha sport off wrestling ant must be eliminated.
Flossie Godfrey ant Herr Donzig, I plead fer yer souls. You are talented, I can tell, but yer associations with this cult off evil is unacceptable. If they are tha company y’all keep, then be prepared for destruction when tha day retribution arrives to tha WUK pestilence…
Because at Legacy #1 they will all soon learn tha true moral off tha Easter story. In tha end, one man will rise above tha rest at tha Battle Royal ant take tha Commonwealth Champion Title belt, ant that man will be me, ye bist? Take a look, fer instance, at tha Bastards…since my challenge was raised, only Frank Windsor has had tha balls tah even address my claims. Ant even when he speaks, he iss too pigshit tah use mah name, ye bist? Fowler is silent, I haff beat him in tha ring easily before…Rob Riot…nothing as well, cause he knows I will be tha one who finally finishes his ass fer good into permanent retirement.”
Hey Rob? Where are yah, naw? Where tha fuck iss tha “legendary” Robert Hill Riot but hidin’ in his hole off sin, too cowardly tah come out ant defend his honor in tha ring, man tah man.
Yes, tis a sad statement fer all y’all degenerate in tha WUK federation, that I will be holdin’ yer belt for yah. I will keep it safe ant sound until every knee will bow tah me, tha Hardcore Prophet off God.
Ant guess what Frank? That belt won’t be going tah some other company where I “hang my hat.” Tha only person taking credit fer that honor iss me, ant tha Order. Those sinners at Conquest are a lost cause, a failed venture managed by a sinful lowlife who turns everything he touches tah pigshit. Lazarus can’t even save enough money tah run a single event…Conquest’s time hass run out, ant Jakie Wentzel will become tha first ant only free agent tah hold the Commonwealth Championship Title.”
Jakie pauses for a moment, as if he had forgotten something. His somber edge melts briefly to a small grin, a short look of satisfaction and hopefulness.
Havok…Eddie Havok. Another staple off tha RSW roster during my time. You might be tha best off this den of vipers. My how things haff changed, when I knew you, you were nothing but a lousy biker with brother issues. You were always tryin’ tah make yer folks proud…ant now you haff something I was cheated out off…a major title ant a new start. Bist me true, Herr Havok, I don’t relate tah others often, but I know very well what it means tah not fit tha expectations off yer kin. Yah may well be welcome tah join Wentzel’s Warriors yet.
He slowly slumps down to his knees, his eyes fixed to the ground and his head hanging low in supplication.
Lord, accept yer humble servant, as he rises to glory tah create an insurrection against our mutual foes, naw onst. Pray also fer Eddie Havok, that he may see tha glory off this mission ant be protected in his opening matchup. Curse vilely and smite honorably through yer prophet on the rest of these British frogfuckers as I take what iss deserved to you.
He lifts his hands and wildly shouts.
To tha power ant tha glory in tha ring…all power is ours fer all eternity!
Jakie Wentzel’s shouts meld into manical laughter as the camera fade out.
VOICEOVER: Easter Sunday. Christ’s final victory over a sinful world. A powerful message off redemption that can teach us a valuable moral…no matter how hard a man off faith is beaten down ant broken, he will ultimately be the one who gets tha last word in. The one who takes on tha forces off darkness ant prevails as tha ruler over them all.
The voiceover is revealed to be “The Mennonite Mangler” Jakie Wentzel, standing in a church pulpit attired in his “Easter Best:” a purple button down shirt, black suspenders, black slacks, and a wide brimmed straw boater hat. Every modern aspect of his style, albeit his tattooed wrists of barbed wire, were replaced with the formal high-German fashion of the most devout Amish sects. He gestures to the cross centerpiece at altar, and speaks with an infectious zeal.
“…Ant I will speak frankly tah yah on this solemn Easter evening, onst, that I have been placed in a similar challenge off faith. I haff been listenin’ ant watching all y’all degenerates in tha WUK federation. Tha more I see what kind off master you serve, tha filth y’all represent, tha steaming piles off pig shit y’all spew with every word, naw, tha more I know that have been moved tah battle against tha forces off evil at Legacy #1.
Jakie steps off of the pulpit and slowly paces over to the cross in the alter. His voice is solemn, but powerful enough to carry through the large sanctum.
”These forces will try tah ignore my influence, ant test my faith through their ignorance…yah see, they all underestimate tha power off Wentzel’s Warriors. Make no mistake, these indeed are tha dark forces that tha Shadow Man tried tah warn me off…a federation where the biggest stable consists of a death cult. While I haff a personal connection with tha community, it iss clear tah me that this Oblivion Death Cult is on tha wrong side off tha Lord’s mission. They are a plague on tha sport off wrestling ant must be eliminated.
Flossie Godfrey ant Herr Donzig, I plead fer yer souls. You are talented, I can tell, but yer associations with this cult off evil is unacceptable. If they are tha company y’all keep, then be prepared for destruction when tha day retribution arrives to tha WUK pestilence…
Because at Legacy #1 they will all soon learn tha true moral off tha Easter story. In tha end, one man will rise above tha rest at tha Battle Royal ant take tha Commonwealth Champion Title belt, ant that man will be me, ye bist? Take a look, fer instance, at tha Bastards…since my challenge was raised, only Frank Windsor has had tha balls tah even address my claims. Ant even when he speaks, he iss too pigshit tah use mah name, ye bist? Fowler is silent, I haff beat him in tha ring easily before…Rob Riot…nothing as well, cause he knows I will be tha one who finally finishes his ass fer good into permanent retirement.”
Hey Rob? Where are yah, naw? Where tha fuck iss tha “legendary” Robert Hill Riot but hidin’ in his hole off sin, too cowardly tah come out ant defend his honor in tha ring, man tah man.
Yes, tis a sad statement fer all y’all degenerate in tha WUK federation, that I will be holdin’ yer belt for yah. I will keep it safe ant sound until every knee will bow tah me, tha Hardcore Prophet off God.
Ant guess what Frank? That belt won’t be going tah some other company where I “hang my hat.” Tha only person taking credit fer that honor iss me, ant tha Order. Those sinners at Conquest are a lost cause, a failed venture managed by a sinful lowlife who turns everything he touches tah pigshit. Lazarus can’t even save enough money tah run a single event…Conquest’s time hass run out, ant Jakie Wentzel will become tha first ant only free agent tah hold the Commonwealth Championship Title.”
Jakie pauses for a moment, as if he had forgotten something. His somber edge melts briefly to a small grin, a short look of satisfaction and hopefulness.
Havok…Eddie Havok. Another staple off tha RSW roster during my time. You might be tha best off this den of vipers. My how things haff changed, when I knew you, you were nothing but a lousy biker with brother issues. You were always tryin’ tah make yer folks proud…ant now you haff something I was cheated out off…a major title ant a new start. Bist me true, Herr Havok, I don’t relate tah others often, but I know very well what it means tah not fit tha expectations off yer kin. Yah may well be welcome tah join Wentzel’s Warriors yet.
He slowly slumps down to his knees, his eyes fixed to the ground and his head hanging low in supplication.
Lord, accept yer humble servant, as he rises to glory tah create an insurrection against our mutual foes, naw onst. Pray also fer Eddie Havok, that he may see tha glory off this mission ant be protected in his opening matchup. Curse vilely and smite honorably through yer prophet on the rest of these British frogfuckers as I take what iss deserved to you.
He lifts his hands and wildly shouts.
To tha power ant tha glory in tha ring…all power is ours fer all eternity!
Jakie Wentzel’s shouts meld into manical laughter as the camera fade out.