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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 14 2010, 06:38 PM (81 Views) | |
| TheBishop | Feb 14 2010, 06:38 PM Post #1 |
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The CWF camera slowly fades back from commercial break, and a large bonfire is seen burning fiercely in the foreground as the pops and the cracks from the freshly lit pine echoes throughout the surrounding forest. ![]() The camera pans the outer darkness just beyond the ominous glow of the mighty blaze looking, searching, for some sign of life. The piercing screech of large barn owl causes the cameraman to loose grasp of his camera sending it crashing to the cold ground below. A large cloud of debris fills the cameras lens covering it in a dull haze, as the cameraman looks on in horror. He swiftly picks up the camera and to begins giving it the once over checking it for damage be it great or small. He takes a moment from his inspection and turns his attention toward the general direction from where the owls cry came bellowing forth. Stupid OWL!!! (raises his fist in anger) I should….. The camera mans tirade is cut abruptly short when the sounds of footsteps are heard coming out of the darkness of the dense, tree filled, forest. He quickly finishes cleaning off his equipment, steadies himself with a deep breath and raises the camera to his shoulder. You can do this, you can do this. Just stand your ground and stay calm. There is nothing to fear but fear itself. RIGHT!! A loud snap of a twig echoes into the cameras microphone sending a chill down the jell-o like spine of the man. WRONG!! RUN, RUN, RUN!!!! He twists the upper half of his body, with a snap, in an attempt to run but realizes that his legs are paralyzed with fear. He turns and looks quickly toward the footsteps, which are getting ever closer, and then makes one final attempt at a getaway. But it is to no avail. He turns his attention back to the footsteps as his body begins to convulse with fear. Well Dave just face it…(wipes a tear from his eye) Your dead. But, you can at least go out like a hero and make your wife and kids proud. So you take a stand get the shot of whomever, or whatever, this is. (a look of dread comes across his face as he slowly looks down) Oh, just great…. Dave looks down to reveal that he had just urinated all over himself. He shakes his head in disgust, as he simply cannot believe what has just happened. So he does the best that he can to regain his composure and focuses his attention, and camera, on the footsteps echoing through the darkness and tries to put the trickling down his legs out of his mind.. Three mysterious dark figures slowly emerge from the sea of darkness as the orange and red light from the blaze dances off their brows. Dave seems to relax quit a bit when he realizes who just arrived. Your not the Cyndicate…. He says in relief. You’re the Bishop, (smiles) and that’s Sarah, and that over there is Geraldine. The cameraman is so relieved that he drops his camera and runs over to the Bishop embracing him in a man sized hug. The Bishop doesn’t look the least bit amused as he clears his throat to speak. Remove thine hands from the Bishop…..NOW!!!! Sarah and Geraldine chuckle as the man pushes away from the Bishop and apologizes as he fixes the Bishops crosses which are now laying crooked on his chest. The cameraman then picks up his camera, takes another deep breath and focuses it on the face of the angered Bishop. Sorry Bishop sir, I was just so relieved that you weren’t the Cyndicate. They really give me the creeps. (Dave smiles and smacks himself on the forehead) There I go again, sorry about that sir. We better get right down to it. (makes a few last minuet adjustments to his camera) I am ready to begin taping this promo when ever you are. And here we go, in 3, 2, 1.… Dave points his finger in the direction of the Bishop and signals to him that he is ready to begin. The Bishop slowly raises his diamond encrusted sunglasses off of his face and places them on top of his head. He leans his head back just a bit a looks down his nose deep into the camera. I know, brothers and sister, this is not my normal venue, but I decided to come here for a very special reason. Week after week, we watch our televisions closely to see what shall unfold here within the CWF. And week after week, we see Sahn and his brood of infidels gather around their mystical flames and chant their devilish chants, and dance their hell fueled dances. The Bishop turns and turns his back to the camera and stares deep into the crackling flame. So, after speaking with my congregation, and a lot of searching through the Holy Scriptures I decided that if we were going to defeat HELL, we must first travel there and see what lies there. But… Bishop turns slowly to face the camera as Geraldine and Sarah drop to their knees and begin to pray against the evil stronghold that the Cyndicate has on the CWF. as we all know, the Cyndicate must be put on hold just for a moment so I can turn my focus to Elijah and that Jezebel of a harlot that he calls “Angel“. That sure seems like a misplaced name if I have ever seen one. Have you heard the filth that spews forth out of that cistern that she calls a mouth. A real Angel, no no a real woman, wouldn‘t be caught dead talking the way that foul mouth rat does. She is a disgrace to women and Angles everywhere. The Bishop begins walking around the towering inferno leaving Sarah and Geraldine to continue their prayers. I am not even going to address my partner in this upcoming battle, Bro. McKnight. Because my beef is not with him, I spoke with him earlier and he seems to be a real stand up sort of guy. I know that he will do his best to handle his part of things as we enter into this war that will be waged on Tuesday night. Bishop stops on the other side of the blaze, and begins to slowly remove a packet of some kind out of his pocket and grasps it tightly in his hand. But who I do have a beef with is that long haired greasy Hippie Elijah. I took time and watched his little spill over and over again. And do you know what I heard and what I saw….(snarls) NOTHING!! I saw a greasy loud mouth moron that was trying to hide his fear of the Bishop in a lot of colorful banter and drown his sorrow in the devils brew, alcohol. He took a lot of time wondering who I am, and what I am about. He spent a lot of time trying to sound deeply theological and poetic, but instead showed the deep seeded ignorance that runs through his sin filled veins. And Angel, that beer drinking foul mouthed WHORE, dared to say that she didn‘t think that I would cause them much trouble. The Bishop chuckles. Oh ye of little Faith!! Bishop takes the package from his hand, opens it slightly, and empties the contents into his hand. Elijah, I have a few words of advice for you and that little Angel of yours. You need to stop trying to figure out my theological stand, and why I have aligned myself with Rish. You need to stop trying to act as if you are some deep thinking man with a lot of religious issues on his mind and stop worrying about that other fed in which you seem to be so mesmerized. You need to stop focusing you attention on Cain and what he intends to do and how he intends to do it and focus your attention upon the Bishop and the pain which he can cause!! And Angel, you bottom of the barrel cockroach, you dare to mock my relationship and belief in the power of the Almighty. I cannot believe that you would dare say, and I quote, “if he's relying on God to get him through he'd better be ready for one serious beating.” Bishop snarls his face, shakes his head slightly in protest to Angels statement and looks deep into the camera as the reflection of the uncontrollable blazes behind him bounces off of the camera lens and is seen glowing in the darkness of his own eyes. Such a foolish statement my child! That just shows the sad state in which your soul lies. So, I will turn you, and that vile soul and corrupt mind of yours, over to God himself and allow him to deal with you, because you are in far worse shape than even the Bishop can help.(turns his eyes toward the sky) Heavenly Father, have mercy upon these two cretins which so ignorantly mock you and your ever present power. I humbly pray, as your ever willing servant, that you give me the wisdom, the power, and grace to destroy these two hell bound drunkards before they help further the evil agenda which has taken root here in the CWF. Father Forgive Them For They Know Not What They Do, because the demons of alcohol, pride and arrogance have taken control of their little feeble pea sized minds!!! AMEN!! The camera pans back as Sarah and Geraldine make their way around the fire and stand on either side of the Bishop as he lowers his head to the normal resting position. The two ladies hold their hands in prayer and begin to hum Amazing grace as the Bishop continues his speech. You see, Angle and Elijah, this Tuesday I will use you two infidels as a stepping stone, and an example, to show the Cyndicate, and all other sinners that infest the CWF, exactly what the Bishop is all about. I guarantee you two of this one thing, that I will take you on a ride that your souls just may not be able to handle. You maybe asking yourself a ride, were too? Well, the destination of your ride, and final resting place will be one of two places, either HEAVENS GATES or HELL’S F\LAMES, the choice is yours. And then Cyndicate, Redemption comes for you!! The Bishop then quickly turns and throws the contents of his hand into the inferno causing it to shoot a bluish white flame miles into the sky throwing the camera out of focus and send the cameraman crashing to the floor in fear. As the flames die down, the cameraman tries his best to regain his composure and refocus his camera where the Bishop, and his faithful few once stood. He is shocked and bewildered as he notices that the three individuals that once stood just in front of the blaze, just a moment before, have mysteriously disappeared apparently into thin air. Camera fades. |
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