Post by Sister Catherine on May 11, 2016 22:58:30 GMT -6
A little orange flame dancing on a scentless candle, that is all that can be seen for a few moments before the shot pans out to reveal that same dilapidated barn somewhere in the countryside of Atlanta. The entire barn dimly lit by oil lanterns hanging from the walls of the barn, just above each repeated window frame along the sides of the walls.
Sister Catherine stands behind a makeshift podium made of a huge log and a slab of stone. She is wearing a long, black dress with a white blouse on underneath. The blouse has a pattern of little black crosses on it. Around her neck is a silver necklace of a cross. She adjusts her glasses for a moment, right hand shifting through the pages of an 80 page black book labeled The Testament of Longinus. The camera zooms out just enough to capture the stone lined with the scented candles, and Catherine’s upper torso and face. Her long, dark hair is done up in a ponytail.
“Hello… MSW faithful… My name is Sister Catherine.” She gives the camera a faint smile, but there’s something about it. It seems… empty at first. She’s silent for a few moments, save for the slow turning of another page in The Testament. Her smile fades as her eyes shift down to see her place in the book, before gazing up from behind her thin framed glasses. She peers into the camera with a cold, eerie silence, as if she’s judging the viewer. “And there’s been a lot of… talk… questions… about me. They want to know who I am, what I am about, and if I have what it takes to be a Woman of Tradition in Missouri. Heh, well… I hope to answer all of those questions at Unstoppable 23, but there’s only one who knows the true answer to all of those questions, and that is the Lord Almighty.”
She gives the camera a knowing smile before turning the pages slowly to the front of the book now. “Who I am… WHAT.. I am… is the embodiment of Sin..” She nods in affirmation. “What I am is a reminder of the sin that you commit on an everyday basis. I am damned… cursed out of God’s paradise to remain on Earth until I meet my final nights or until God’s wrath against the sin consuming this planet plunges it to Hell in the fires of Armageddon. I, like all the others of my kind, are descendants of Longinus, the Roman Centurion who pierced Jesus Christ with his spear. Malediction 11:7-10 describes it perfectly.”
Her elongated forefinger of her right hand rests on the passage in the book, fingernail painted in a sheen of black. She quotes the passage from the Testament of Longinus. “My sight was restored; and it was beyond the clarity of mortals, and made better than it had ever been; I was blind, and now I see, for God wished me to see all things as they truly are. For clarity of sight was necessary for the ministry that God had entrusted to me. I saw that I had by my own free will removed myself from the light of God, and that no salvation would exist for me, and I understood what it meant to be Damned as I had not understood it before, and at the moment Jesus died, I died, too, and my heart ceased to beat, and I ceased to draw breath. And I declared that this man was the Son of God, for it was the truth.” She falls silent, eyes on the camera. Her face is so pale and smooth, you would swear it was carved from marble stone. It looks flawless… unnervingly so. She closes the book now and rests her hands on it, right over left, leaning in towards the camera. “I was blind, but now I see. Just like Amazing Grace. I see things for how they truly are. Longinus was talking about becoming one of the Damned. Becoming THE Damned. He realized at that moment he is cursed by God, and he sees the sin in this world. I see the sin in this world. He is a walking embodiment of sin, equipped with the tools to do God’s work. I am the same. I see this world for what it is. I see Missouri State Wrestling for what it is.”
She closes her eyes, lowering her head and bringing her hands together as if praying. It’s as if she’s mourning MSW. She opens her eyes and speaks, “A pit. A cesspool of sin and debauchery. From the Greed of the wretched Isaac Cornelius the Third, the Pride of First Class, and the Gluttony, Greed, Wrath and Pride of the Capital Crew. I have come to MSW to cleanse it of its sin. Do not get my mission confused. I am not just here to destroy and drink my fill of their vitae, their life blood. No, I am here to test the faith of those that may prove worthy. I am here to test these sinners to grant them their salvation… if they are worthy. Some, however, seem too far gone. Some like… Trishelle Jordan.”
She stands up straight now just after mentioning her opponent. Her undead body stiff like the corpse it truly is. “Trishelle Jordan carries herself with arrogance. Trishelle flaunts her body. Yes, Ms. Jordan, I have seen your last video, and your twitter feed. Constantly posting pictures of yourself in various skimpy dresses. You are like that of a common whore, in that you use your body for the attention of men. This is not an insult. Merely.. an observation. This is merely an observation and a chance for you to change because you see… Trishelle… you are befallen. You are befallen by your Pride. Your Pride that radiated from you towards Glint. You’ve boasted and bragged that you are the better woman, only to face defeat. Now, you seek to redeem yourself by besting me in my debut but... the only way you can redeem yourself is through the eyes of the Lord."
She slowly leans in to pick up the Testament, holding it closely to her bosom with her arms crossed over it. “... I can grant you that Salvation… Now, you may be taking my words as arrogance. You may be taking my words as pride but I can assure you, they are not. Why? Because even if you end up the victor, I know that I have won because I have helped advance God’s plan in victory or defeat. I have advanced God’s plan in the hopes that you may change your ways. So you can post videos working out in a gym. You can speak of your skill in the grappling arts and how you're beautiful yet dangerous. You can talk about the power of your body... but I have the power of the Lord. I have the power of the Lord... and the curse of Damnation. The ability to convert the sinners... or purge it for the Lord to give his final judgement. And through victory or defeat, you will be judged if you are worthy of God’s Salvation… or Satan’s Damnation. And I will do everything in my power, everything in the power that the good lord gives me to try and pull you from the depths of hell as the lost souls cling to you to try and bring you down. I will do everything in my power to make sure you submit to God.”
A smile graces her formerly stern expression now. “I will make you tap out to GOD!” Fangs jut from her upper lip as the camera begins to fade to black.
