Raising the Stakes (Jakie Wentzel #1)
Aug 23, 2022 12:59:24 GMT -5
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Post by hardcorehammer24 on Aug 23, 2022 12:59:24 GMT -5
Cameras fade in on an old abandoned church sanctuary. Candelabras and oil lamps dimly light the narthex as Jakie Wentzel is brought in through the back doors, blindfolded, by 5 men dressed in all-black cloaks. As the blindfold is removed, one of the men knock Jakie down to his knees. The force of his fall knocks his black boater hat off his head onto the marble floor.
Wentzel: Ya pig-fuckers are gonna regret this, naw onst. Ya may haff knocked my hat off, but when I’m finished with ya, I’m gonna knock yer block off, yah bist me?
Stepping up onto the raised pulpit platform is a dark figure in a long robe and black Squid Game mask. The Shadowman looks down menacingly at the visibly shaken Wentzel.
Wentzel: Oh great one, why do yah come tah me like this, with guards ant ruffian? Ya know we are allies in our battle against tha evils off tha XHF network.
The Shadowman pauses momentarily, but responds in a low robotic rasp.
Jakieboy…our enemies grow stronger. The empire needs to rise and soon…or else all the glorious work will be laid to waste.
Wentzel: They don’t respect me, onst. They think I am nothing but a zealot…at this rate I could wear a mop on my head ant they wouldn’t know tha difference, Herr Shadowman.
The time for excuses is long past. The playing field was set for you to take the Commonwealth title…and earn your place. You alone blew it…by letting your hatred of one Robert Riot consume you. Ronnie Long won the match…because you didn’t have the concentration to stop him.
Wentzel: There was a chair shot to tha head though, I think naw…
Do not fail me again…Don’t you want to go back home to the fields and people of New Intercourse? They wait for a leader…the one who will unite all the souls of our order as one new Heaven and Earth. You can end this torment swiftly…or you can prolong their suffering…
Wentzel: Don’t talk so dumb, naw. They haff Bishop Weaver tah lead them. What would they need a dumb oaf like me fer?
Weaver? He’s a figurehead…a washed out old zealot who sold out his community to the highest bidder. He is doing the same thing he has done for the last 30 years, he’s running for his life…
Wentzel: All I haff given them is failure ant misery…
Don’t you see, Jakie. You have the ability to be more powerful, more influential than Bishop Weaver. More influential than any Bishop who has ever stood at the pulpit of the Amish church. Your passion is a powerful asset if you could stay focused and driven on the long-term prize. The order is more important than any one person, but you must bring others to us.
The Shadowman’s tone once again changes swiftly from fatherly support to the cold robotic rasp of judgement.
You face Chris Gibson, formerly Erebus. Do you remember him?
Wentzel: Yah, I remember his boastful ass. I faced him back in RSW fer tha world championship tourney, ant he barely showed up. He is all talk ant no substance, yah bist? I trust this match will be a mere trifle, naw, a warm-up tah my next championship opportunity.
He speaks of Rev. Shane Mitchell and his Mopylytes…if Mitchell is truly involved, he could be a danger to our mission. Gibson must not succeed in his plans at Legacy 6.
Wentzel: Mitchell is dead ant gone. He will be no more off a danger than any off tha other two-bit cults puffing out their chests ant fizzlin’ out by tha dawn.
Take out Gibson now before he has a chance of gaining ground, Jakie…teach him a lesson he won’t soon forget…make sure that whatever delusions of grandeur he is speaking of are wiped clean from the memory of W:UK
Wentzel: I will do more than that, I will do tha same tah that old fool preacher ant his Jezebel if they dare get involved. They are just a cheap imitation off what tha Order has tah offer. They will join our cause, or suffer defeat, yah bist me.
Good…good. However, if you fail…you have much more to lose than just my trust or Weaver’s. Do you want to let down Mary? How about your brother, Nathaniel? If you betray the Order, I will make the massacre at Intercourse look like a mere playdate. “Yah bist me?”
The Shadowman laughs as the guards tackle Jakie to the ground and put the blindfold back on. The camera fades out on the Shadowman’s cold masked glare.
Wentzel: Ya pig-fuckers are gonna regret this, naw onst. Ya may haff knocked my hat off, but when I’m finished with ya, I’m gonna knock yer block off, yah bist me?
Stepping up onto the raised pulpit platform is a dark figure in a long robe and black Squid Game mask. The Shadowman looks down menacingly at the visibly shaken Wentzel.
Wentzel: Oh great one, why do yah come tah me like this, with guards ant ruffian? Ya know we are allies in our battle against tha evils off tha XHF network.
The Shadowman pauses momentarily, but responds in a low robotic rasp.
Jakieboy…our enemies grow stronger. The empire needs to rise and soon…or else all the glorious work will be laid to waste.
Wentzel: They don’t respect me, onst. They think I am nothing but a zealot…at this rate I could wear a mop on my head ant they wouldn’t know tha difference, Herr Shadowman.
The time for excuses is long past. The playing field was set for you to take the Commonwealth title…and earn your place. You alone blew it…by letting your hatred of one Robert Riot consume you. Ronnie Long won the match…because you didn’t have the concentration to stop him.
Wentzel: There was a chair shot to tha head though, I think naw…
Do not fail me again…Don’t you want to go back home to the fields and people of New Intercourse? They wait for a leader…the one who will unite all the souls of our order as one new Heaven and Earth. You can end this torment swiftly…or you can prolong their suffering…
Wentzel: Don’t talk so dumb, naw. They haff Bishop Weaver tah lead them. What would they need a dumb oaf like me fer?
Weaver? He’s a figurehead…a washed out old zealot who sold out his community to the highest bidder. He is doing the same thing he has done for the last 30 years, he’s running for his life…
Wentzel: All I haff given them is failure ant misery…
Don’t you see, Jakie. You have the ability to be more powerful, more influential than Bishop Weaver. More influential than any Bishop who has ever stood at the pulpit of the Amish church. Your passion is a powerful asset if you could stay focused and driven on the long-term prize. The order is more important than any one person, but you must bring others to us.
The Shadowman’s tone once again changes swiftly from fatherly support to the cold robotic rasp of judgement.
You face Chris Gibson, formerly Erebus. Do you remember him?
Wentzel: Yah, I remember his boastful ass. I faced him back in RSW fer tha world championship tourney, ant he barely showed up. He is all talk ant no substance, yah bist? I trust this match will be a mere trifle, naw, a warm-up tah my next championship opportunity.
He speaks of Rev. Shane Mitchell and his Mopylytes…if Mitchell is truly involved, he could be a danger to our mission. Gibson must not succeed in his plans at Legacy 6.
Wentzel: Mitchell is dead ant gone. He will be no more off a danger than any off tha other two-bit cults puffing out their chests ant fizzlin’ out by tha dawn.
Take out Gibson now before he has a chance of gaining ground, Jakie…teach him a lesson he won’t soon forget…make sure that whatever delusions of grandeur he is speaking of are wiped clean from the memory of W:UK
Wentzel: I will do more than that, I will do tha same tah that old fool preacher ant his Jezebel if they dare get involved. They are just a cheap imitation off what tha Order has tah offer. They will join our cause, or suffer defeat, yah bist me.
Good…good. However, if you fail…you have much more to lose than just my trust or Weaver’s. Do you want to let down Mary? How about your brother, Nathaniel? If you betray the Order, I will make the massacre at Intercourse look like a mere playdate. “Yah bist me?”
The Shadowman laughs as the guards tackle Jakie to the ground and put the blindfold back on. The camera fades out on the Shadowman’s cold masked glare.