The Purge #2

[PURGE]

The picture faded up from black. The Preacher was stood in front of his congregation in a grave yard of sorts. “And I heard a great voice,” he hissed, “out of the temple, saying to the Seven Angels go your ways, and pour out the vials of the wrath of God upon the earth! And the first went, and poured out his vial upon the earth; and there fell a noisome and grievous sore upon the men which had the mark of the beast; and upon them which worshipped his image!” The Preacher adjusted his mask, as if he’d been overcome and then released from some powerful trance. “Revelations!” he yelled. “Revelations Sixteen, One and Two! The prophet foresees the wrath of God, claiming to death and damnation all them miserable sinners and heathens he’s marked! Marked on the inside, brothers and sisters!” He took a deep breath and then smiled through his mask. He looked upon his congregation and walked amongst them. He had finished his sermon to all of his family so he was just consulting with a couple of his congregation that would be a part of a tag team at the Wrestle: UK’s next show. He didn’t look like a stereotypical preacher. No, he was not dressed in a suit and dogs collar. He looked more like some bum off the street in his plaid shirt and jeans. A bandana was tied around his neck. A silver cross dangled on a chain around his neck; but more than that his face was covered by a ragged mask made from an old burlap sack. “Brother Samuel,” he said with his muffled accent. “We made our presence felt last show after months of researching all of those sinners that work there. We showed those Godless Heathen's what they need to go on with their lives or I will judge them. Didn’t they look shocked when you destroyed them? From what I gather they are used to getting their own way where ever they wrestle but times are changing. These heathens are an endangered species. There’s nothing worse than a charlatan than a whore and that is what many of the roster are doing to themselves.” Brother Samuel smiled through his face paint as the Preacher sat down amongst his followers. The Preacher caressed the head of Brother Cain as he spoke. “This is where we need to be at the moment. We need to bring our God back to the heathens of Wrestle: UK. They have lost their way my followers. They have become lost in the shadows of evil. Who can save them if it is not me? Who has the power to bring them back from the brink of the Abyss? The Church in the Vatican will not. They are too corrupt to justify themselves to the rest of the world. They hide behind the talking’s of the Pope and those that have followed before.” Brother Samuel brought up a camera. “Mister Blood if that is even your real name,” the Preacher said as he looked into it. “You sign the Purge to another tag team match when we are here in this wrestling promotion to convert the sinners like yourself into my Congregation. The Glucks and this other team; Team Fairtex I believe they go by are not really the thing that should even be in a main street Church let alone the Purge.” Brother Cain chuckled so abruptly and out of place that it made the Preacher jump slightly. “You can look at the Purge and judge us for what you don’t see my friends,” the Preacher continued. “You can believe what you can want to believe about us but that is only what we show you. You see ALL of us have had to fight to get where we are at. We have had to distinguish ourselves elsewhere before we found the right path. You can look at Brother Cain here and judge that he could be good in a street fight but he may be trained in MMA so don’t judge a person by the shell that surrounds them.” Brother Cain nodded as he listened to his saviour talk. He, like the rest of the group was enthralled at every word said by the Preacher. “I came to this company to free it from it sins. This company is full of deviant behaviours that make me sick to be a human being,” the Preacher said. “No greater place of deviant behaviour is on display than this company. Deviants like Eddie Havok and his bikers may be on top of this promotion but they won’t be for long. It is Eddie’s casual way that is to be the downfall of his gang for his weird fervour vies with cynical self-interest will be his end. With the Skulls of Grimm holding up his coat tails they will go extinct soon anyway. They bring their full resources to full force trying to destroy the seediness of the Bastard’s. Destroy them? Kill them? Another sin they portray. That is why I brought us all the way here.” “Why here?” Sister Chasity asked. “We could have afforded some compound in the countryside. Lots of Militia groups have protected themselves out in the wilds. Then we could have been easily defended if we have any problems with the authorities.” “Authorities? They are corrupt as the rest of this damn world Sister. That is why I have brought us all here. As our premises are right in the middle of this company the authorities will have to justify storming our place of worship. If we were out in the boonies they could take us out of action without a second thought. We will bring this deviant Godless Company to its knees. It needs some kind of guidance. They have talent in their locker room that is willing to spread their legs just to get ahead in this promotion. Those harlots know that by cheapening themselves is a sin. They know that whoring themselves out will not get them ahead in this promotion. It will just get them on step closer to Hell. Now we head to Halifax.”