Post by hardcorehammer24 on Jan 11, 2023 18:06:52 GMT -5
“Let go of me!”
Cameras pan into a dark prison cell. In the shadows the disturbing laughs and giggles of the Twins are heard. A single lightbulb hums to life to show Bishop Heinrich Weaver, former manager of Jakie Wentzel and church leader of New Intercourse, heavily beaten and tied to a chair. Still obscured by shadows, strangely familiar voices chime in.
“He’s here farmboy…”
“Hehehe and Hahaha have done what you asked for…”
“We done sliced the preacher man up real nice…”
“Real nice indeed.”
Cutting through the shadows, Jakie Wentzel is revealed. No longer a mere gimmick of Amish stereotypes and camp, Wentzel is attired in a dark suit, his beard fully shaved, and no longer sporting his black boater hat. This change in attire only manages to further showcase the massive frame and large arms of the former Amishman. His brass knuckles glowed in the low light of the cell.
“Goodness gracious, is that you Jakieboy?”
“Ay, I’m afraid so Heinrich.”
Jakie leans, hulking over the thin, destroyed body of Bishop Weaver. For the first time, Weaver felt fear at the sight of the young man.
“Please my son, grant me mercy. Think of what God would want you to do, Jakieboy. Don’t let these goons block the good works you have done.”
“God!!! Even after all you have seen and done, you still put your faith in old legends?”
The Bishop now is close enough to look in Jakie’s eyes. One eye was cold and dead, the other a falsie with a large red target engraved in it.
“Your eye, oh father please forgive me, what did they do to you, my son?”
At this, Jakie Wentzel chuckled to himself.
“Ah, yah noticed my newest improvement. Don’t yah worry about the eye…I see more clearly than ever, now onst.”
In a moment of sudden rage, Wentzel lashes out and strike the brass knuckled hand across the bishop’s jaw.
“But Heinrich, you forgot the other thing that your Lord said about eyes…”
Another crashing blow.
“He said. How can you say to your brother, ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ while there is still a beam in your own eye?”
Blood begins to splash the brass knuckles crimson as Jakie continues to thrash blows upon the bishop.
“You hypocrite! First take the beam out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother’s eye. YOU BIST ME NOW, Heinrich?”
As he bishop begins to slump into the chair, the large wrestler shakes him back to consciousness.
“Wake up, Heinrich! You might want to hear my point…the lord than writes in Matthew. Do not give dogs what is holy; do not throw your pearls before swine. If you do, they may trample them under their feet, and then turn and tear you to pieces.…
You were given a single task, Herr Bishop. You were supposed to keep my home and my people safe from danger. You were given a new Zion on Earth and what did yah do, ya bist? You trampled the whole community under your boot.”
Jakie grabbed the Bishop by the collar, rage and spit flying from every word he utters.
“They are all gone because of you! Ruth, Nathaniel, Mary…damn you to hell Heinrich. They told me what ya did to Mary Zucker. I know the two of you never saw eye to eye, but when I heard you burnt her at the stake, screaming and crying as her flesh engulfed in flames, that was what finally broke me. That’s when I knew that serving a narcissistic prick like Armand Van Krauss wasn’t the worst thing I could do. I have nothing left to serve, and my past record of keeping those I love safe isn’t all that wonderful either.
Now I hope you can see the truth… there is no god. The god I devoted my life to would have never suffered the same fate upon his chosen people twice or had ever been fucking stupid enough to trust you with what is holy.. With the Von Krauss Dynasty backing me, we are taking over all of the titles this year in W:UK,, and before long I am going to personally cast the entire Donzig-Gun into the fiery pits of Hell, never to return. And the people…they will worship the Von Krauss Dynasty as the New Gods of Wrestling World...greater than the Bastards, greater than the Skulls of Grimm, the best single stable ever to grace the entire XHF Network…
But I will enact my first act of righteousness here and now. You are not going to get the opportunity to turn on me like yah did to poor Mary Zucker. Naw, I may not be the smartest person in the room, but listen closely…it will be you who is turned to the swine, Heinrich.”
The aging bishop grew quiet awaiting the enviable judgment of his former follower. The teacher is now subjected to groveling for mercy.
“Don’t do this…”
“Aw, don’t pout so Heinrich…Just be glad I gave you mercy this final day…I’m letting THEM do the tearing to pieces instead. Your fate with the clowns will be far more gracious, than if you had felt my vengeance struck upon you. Because right now, I would rip your heart right out of your chest and curbstomp it with my shit-stained farmboots. Herr Monocle, get this fucking piece of pigshit away from me before I smash his head into the fucking pavement!”
In a moment the swarm of clowns descend upon Weaver, screaming for mercy as the cameras fade out.
Cameras pan into a dark prison cell. In the shadows the disturbing laughs and giggles of the Twins are heard. A single lightbulb hums to life to show Bishop Heinrich Weaver, former manager of Jakie Wentzel and church leader of New Intercourse, heavily beaten and tied to a chair. Still obscured by shadows, strangely familiar voices chime in.
“He’s here farmboy…”
“Hehehe and Hahaha have done what you asked for…”
“We done sliced the preacher man up real nice…”
“Real nice indeed.”
Cutting through the shadows, Jakie Wentzel is revealed. No longer a mere gimmick of Amish stereotypes and camp, Wentzel is attired in a dark suit, his beard fully shaved, and no longer sporting his black boater hat. This change in attire only manages to further showcase the massive frame and large arms of the former Amishman. His brass knuckles glowed in the low light of the cell.
“Goodness gracious, is that you Jakieboy?”
“Ay, I’m afraid so Heinrich.”
Jakie leans, hulking over the thin, destroyed body of Bishop Weaver. For the first time, Weaver felt fear at the sight of the young man.
“Please my son, grant me mercy. Think of what God would want you to do, Jakieboy. Don’t let these goons block the good works you have done.”
“God!!! Even after all you have seen and done, you still put your faith in old legends?”
The Bishop now is close enough to look in Jakie’s eyes. One eye was cold and dead, the other a falsie with a large red target engraved in it.
“Your eye, oh father please forgive me, what did they do to you, my son?”
At this, Jakie Wentzel chuckled to himself.
“Ah, yah noticed my newest improvement. Don’t yah worry about the eye…I see more clearly than ever, now onst.”
In a moment of sudden rage, Wentzel lashes out and strike the brass knuckled hand across the bishop’s jaw.
“But Heinrich, you forgot the other thing that your Lord said about eyes…”
Another crashing blow.
“He said. How can you say to your brother, ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ while there is still a beam in your own eye?”
Blood begins to splash the brass knuckles crimson as Jakie continues to thrash blows upon the bishop.
“You hypocrite! First take the beam out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother’s eye. YOU BIST ME NOW, Heinrich?”
As he bishop begins to slump into the chair, the large wrestler shakes him back to consciousness.
“Wake up, Heinrich! You might want to hear my point…the lord than writes in Matthew. Do not give dogs what is holy; do not throw your pearls before swine. If you do, they may trample them under their feet, and then turn and tear you to pieces.…
You were given a single task, Herr Bishop. You were supposed to keep my home and my people safe from danger. You were given a new Zion on Earth and what did yah do, ya bist? You trampled the whole community under your boot.”
Jakie grabbed the Bishop by the collar, rage and spit flying from every word he utters.
“They are all gone because of you! Ruth, Nathaniel, Mary…damn you to hell Heinrich. They told me what ya did to Mary Zucker. I know the two of you never saw eye to eye, but when I heard you burnt her at the stake, screaming and crying as her flesh engulfed in flames, that was what finally broke me. That’s when I knew that serving a narcissistic prick like Armand Van Krauss wasn’t the worst thing I could do. I have nothing left to serve, and my past record of keeping those I love safe isn’t all that wonderful either.
Now I hope you can see the truth… there is no god. The god I devoted my life to would have never suffered the same fate upon his chosen people twice or had ever been fucking stupid enough to trust you with what is holy.. With the Von Krauss Dynasty backing me, we are taking over all of the titles this year in W:UK,, and before long I am going to personally cast the entire Donzig-Gun into the fiery pits of Hell, never to return. And the people…they will worship the Von Krauss Dynasty as the New Gods of Wrestling World...greater than the Bastards, greater than the Skulls of Grimm, the best single stable ever to grace the entire XHF Network…
But I will enact my first act of righteousness here and now. You are not going to get the opportunity to turn on me like yah did to poor Mary Zucker. Naw, I may not be the smartest person in the room, but listen closely…it will be you who is turned to the swine, Heinrich.”
The aging bishop grew quiet awaiting the enviable judgment of his former follower. The teacher is now subjected to groveling for mercy.
“Don’t do this…”
“Aw, don’t pout so Heinrich…Just be glad I gave you mercy this final day…I’m letting THEM do the tearing to pieces instead. Your fate with the clowns will be far more gracious, than if you had felt my vengeance struck upon you. Because right now, I would rip your heart right out of your chest and curbstomp it with my shit-stained farmboots. Herr Monocle, get this fucking piece of pigshit away from me before I smash his head into the fucking pavement!”
In a moment the swarm of clowns descend upon Weaver, screaming for mercy as the cameras fade out.