The Scriptures of Debonation...
Mar 31, 2018 15:42:16 GMT -5
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Post by Tyler Debonair on Mar 31, 2018 15:42:16 GMT -5
.::Tuesday, March 27th, 2018, the home of Tyler Debonair in Los Angeles, California. The man in question is sat in his kitchen at the central dining table drinking a hot mug of coffee, whilst watching back the Kingdom Come Pay-Per-View event. His attention is distracted for a moment as the doorbell rings. Tyler slips off the stool and heads for the front door, but before he’s even opened it he spots the tweed coat and wide-brimmed hat through the frosted glass. He opens the door to a very serious looking Abe Greenberg::.
Abe: ”Can I come in, mate?”
.::Tyler swings the door open wider and walks back toward the kitchen, leaving Abe to stand and shrug before letting himself into the property, closing the door behind him and following suit. He sits himself at the dining area as Tyler pours him a cup of coffee and places it down in front of him picking his own up again and taking a hard mouthful::.
Abe: ”Look kid, this wasn’t my idea you know that don’t you? This was your old man”
Tyler: ”Oh I know, Abe. I’m not mad at you man… I’m not even mad at pops I know exactly why he flew out to see you, it’s the bringing you back here bit that’s gotten my goat. I mean where are you even staying?”
Abe: ”Oh don’t you worry about that fella. I’m staying in the Penthouse Suite at The Marriot, free of charge.”
Tyler: ”Really? Oh, well that’s cool. I thought maybe he had you staying in some dingy seedy backwards motel where the strippers and call-girls frequent on a regular basis…”
Abe: ”Oh, nah… I was hoping he would but wasn’t the case!”
.::Abe smirks, then takes a swig of his coffee as Tyler tries not to burst into laughter at the comment. He shakes his head and ponders for a moment::.
Tyler: ”Look, I’m not sure what’s up with dad but hey… If he feels having you around as well as Casie to help train me will do me good, so be it. The managerial thing though…”
Abe: ”Look kid, say no more. Ok? I’m here if you need me in that respect but for now you’re flying solo and flying high so why disrupt that? But I’ll be honest… I figured you’d have had your girlfriend or even Fred managing you, why’ve you not asked either of them?”
Tyler: ”It’s just not my thing Abe, you know? I’ve always made the point I’m here to do this alone, no “Fred Debonair” to watch over my shoulder and no girlfriend being put at risk. I just don’t feel the need to have someone standing in my corner constantly.”
Abe: ”And that’s fair enough mate… But the offer is still there, if you want it at any time. As for the training though that’s why I’m here. You’ve got your most important match to date this coming week and have only been back in the country one day. You need to recondition.”
.::Tyler nods, finishing his coffee and headed out of the kitchen, making his way up the stairs as he shouts behind him::.
Tyler: ”Give me five to grab my gym stuff and we can head over to The Courthouse!”
.::The scene slowly begins to dissipate as Tyler’s feet disappear from view up the staircase and Abe finishes his coffee…
~*~*~*~*~
…We reopen our scene in The Courthouse Wrestling School and gym in downtown Los Angeles. Tyler and Abe have now been here for a while and Abe’s watching Tyler in the ring, sparring with his friend Ross Washington (named so gimmick-wise due to his resemblance to Denzel). Tyler has just performed a flying lariat on Ross and then taken him down for a cover, which he’s kicked out of. Tyler drags Washington to the turnbuckle dragging him up with him and performs a Super Hurricanrana, covering him for the three-count in the process. Abe applauds the “performance” as both Tyler and Ross stand up and shake hands. The three group together at one of the turnbuckles and are in deep discussion as Fred walks through the doors of The Courthouse::.
Fred: ”My boy… You wanted to speak to me?”
Tyler: ”I did, but we’re good. I spoke to Abe about it all and I got off the phone with Shawn about an hour ago…”
.::Fred stops in his tracks and balks at Tyler’s last comment… He raises an eyebrow and holds out his hands in a semi-shrug before pulling a fold out seat from beside him as Tyler climbs out of the ring and sits down::.
Fred: ”Shawn, King?”
Tyler: ”The very same, why what’s up?”
Fred: ”No, nothing. Just took me by surprise that you’d talk to him or Abe over your old man that’s all… What’s the issue?”
.::Tyler pulls a tablet out from his kitbag and turns it on. He fiddles around with it for a while, before finding what he’s looking for. He shows Fred the World title match at the Till Death do us part Pay-Per-View, where The Church of Singh was formed when Michael X and the then, Leon “Purple” Hayze (becoming Saint Hayes), joined forces with Stephen Singh. He then shows Fred Hayes’ first promo after the Pay-Per-View and then switches off the tablet and just sits there looking at his dad, waiting for a response. Fred just stares blankly back at him before pulling a “Well?!” face to which Tyler sighs and shakes his head::.
Tyler: ”You’re not seeing it, are you?”
Fred: ”Seeing what, son?”
Tyler: ”You know how people constantly now say ‘there’s a tweet for everything!’ where President Trump is concerned these days?”
Fred: ”Ugh! Yes…?”
Tyler: ”Well it seems as if there appears to be a situation for everything here right now, but not for me… For you! It’s as if you’re somehow psychically, living vicariously through my career now!”
Fred: ”Wow… You’re right. Firstly Rivers with his nefarious actions and behaviours linked with my time in New York City and now… Hayes.”
Tyler: ”…With his transference from Pot-Head to sleazy faux preacher, slash, cult leader which completely integrates itself into your life as The Illuminatus”
Fred: ”Except of course, I wasn’t a fraud. Everything I went through in that time was real…”
.::Fred seems to go into a trance, thinking back to that time in his life. The brainwashing, the sects, the sex… Oh the sex. But I digress. Tyler nudges him, to bring him back to Earth::.
Tyler: ”Exactly… And that’s why I spoke to Shawn. I know he kept all your old diaries, your old notebooks, the files you kept on everybody involved. I didn’t think you’d want reminding of it, to be honest dad. He’s sending it all by courier now.”
Fred: ”I’ll be honest it would have been nice to see King again, but that’s cool he kept it all. I’ll ring him to thank him once it arrives… I’m not sure how it’ll help you Ty’ but hopefully it can. Listen I need to go back to work ok? Keep up your training and I’ll speak with you later!”
.::Fred and Tyler fist bump, before he waves and shouts bye to everybody and leaves The Courthouse. Tyler in deep thought smirks and nods his head slowly as we begin to fade into darkness…
~*~*~*~*~
…We reopen a couple of days later and Tyler is sat in his home-office, constructed in the attic annex of the home he owns in Hidden Hills, L.A. There are several boxes stacked up around the desk whilst file upon file lay on the desk itself, Tyler is reading a letter that came with the delivery, from Shawn King; one of Fred Debonair’s oldest friends.
Tyler,
Here is all the information you asked for, regarding your father’s personification of “The Illuminatus” in Fearless Championship Wrestling, however you must understand something about that time in Fred’s life. This wasn’t all gimmick and moniker for him, he lived this life. In these boxes is everything he became obsessed with researching, including artefacts that for all intents and purposes, should be in museums. Be very careful with what you choose to do with this stuff, keep it safe and keep it close.
Also tell your dad to stop being such a douche and call me! Take care, kid!
Uncle Shawn.
Tyler flicks through one of the files on the desk and reads the cover “The lost Book of Enki”, he picks up another and once again observes the heading on the first page “The Anunnaki Code”, he thumbs through a box sat next to him and finds a book entitled “Nag Hammadi Scriptures” he blinks repeatedly trying to make sense of everything, just glancing off into the distance. Suddenly he snaps out of it and begins to grab at the first file he looked at, standing up and walking over to his bed before dropping down and beginning to read, intently… As we fade out…
~*~*~*~*~
The pitch black engulfs us as Tyler Debonair moves swiftly between the spaces, within the space. The movements are more like hovering than walking. He stops at what appears to be a wide stone staircase leading to a tower that is only just visible to us. Tyler runs his hands over his face and looks around::.
Tyler: ”Okay, all that reading is having a massive effect on my mind. I’ve fallen asleep and I’m dreaming…”
Voice: ”It’s actually a little bit more elaborate than that, Tyler Debonair.”
.::Tyler spins around and sees the silhouette of what appears to be a man, almost three feet taller than him and Tyler is over six foot tall. Debonair backs off a bit and sizes the silhouette up before mustering up words::.
Tyler: ”What? Who’re you…? And what’s so much more elaborate than me dreaming some weird as hell shit?”
Voice: ”My name, is Addu. I am here to grant you safe passage along the canal of the realms… You’re currently not dreaming but are having what you, in human form call… An out of body experience.”
Tyler: ”Wait… What? I’m lying in bed though, right? I was reading a paper on Gilgamesh and now I’m here.”
Addu: ”Yes, your vessel is still lying in your bed at home. You however, the real you that is, is here with me and we don’t have long before Enlil arrives because he is not happy.”
Tyler: ”Who the hell is Enlil and what have I done?!”
Addu: ”Enlil, son of Anu and Antu, is very important and should never be questioned and as for what you’ve done… You’ve broken a pact.”
.::The darkness begins to dissolve and the tower and stairwell come more into focus. The surrounding area becomes a lush green field surrounded by what appears to be a dense forest. We can hear birds chirping and what sounds like other animals. Tyler takes a seat on the stone steps, following the Addu silhouette’s lead and is trying to figure out where he is but doesn’t even get the chance to blink before Addu begins to speak again::.
Addu: ”Five years ago, your father had an altercation with Enlil and his sister, Nintu. There were serious talks had, about research he had been conducting in the human realm regarding the Anunnaki and in essence, was sharing falsehoods that had been written by negative entities and transcribed into tablets in Mesopotamia. Despite your father’s protests that he had no idea the stories he’d read were false; he could never have known in his defence, Enlil and Nintu forced him to agree not to continue his research and the pact was intact.”
Tyler: ”And now I’ve unboxed all the papers and I’m reading it all again. But how exactly have I broken any pact, yet? I’ve literally had the papers on my bed for a few hours before you summoned me here, Addu!”
Addu: ”Enlil is attempting to ‘get in front of it’ before anything happens. He is worried the wrong tales will be told and the wrong impression of our kind will be had. I’ve tried to reason with him and the Counsel that it is healthy for those in the human realm to read and decide for themselves but we need to see how it goes…”
.::Tyler, still heavily confused by this entire situation and still partially believing he is asleep and dreaming runs his hands through his hair and sighs thoughtfully::.
Tyler: ”So, Addu… Who exactly are you? Who’re Enlil and Nintu?”
Addu: ”The nature of our kind, is Ancient. Our people predate anything you of Earth could fathom. We are nothing and everything and all in between. But that is for another time Tyler Debonair, for now you must go, go back to your realm and wait for me to contact you once again… But until then, I feel I owe you something for dragging you from yourself and bringing you here. You may ask me anything you wish so long as it relates only to your human construct and the world in which you reside and live right now…”
Tyler: ”That’s not even a difficult one I’ll be honest. This entire thing began when I discussed similarities between my father and “Saint Hayes” regarding the Church, brainwashing cults and the like. You guys are in my mind at least, extremely powerful Deity’s and therefore you’ll be able to give me the full truth on Leon “Saint” Hayes… Before my match at Sunday night Slam preferably.”
.::At this, Addu chuckles. The mind of light-beings in human form, human vibration and in the human realm never ceases to amaze him… However when he limits the line of request, he cannot really blame them for the mundane. He stands from the stone stair case and begins to back away from Tyler, giving him space to also stand before he continues::.
Addu: ”Before I mention Hayes I must be firm and clear in my statement that the Church is nothing more than a mere fabrication and false construct made by certain members of society throughout time to keep you trapped in a re-incarnation cycle, therefore nothing Saint Hayes says, should be considered the truth or even remotely plausible. He lives his life knowingly as a Charlatan to indulge in pure debauchery and sleaze! Yet what he doesn’t understand is that nothing he’s doing matters.
Leon Hayes has joined forces with Michael X and Stephen Singh to facilitate “The Church of Singh” and now sees himself as some kind of Custodian to the throne of the Gods. He believes he’s fooling people when in reality all he is, still, is this low vibrating being in a receptacle that’s had an addiction to something that we, put here… There isn’t much else to know about this man, this child of the human realm. Now Tyler Debonair go, be back in your human form and awaken from this journey… I will be in touch soon.”
.::The silhouette disappears from view completely, before the darkness re-engulfs the surrounding area. Tyler feels himself falling backwards, without being able to stop himself or keep upright before feeling a thud. His eyes open and he’s looking at the ceiling fan. Before he even moves he is aware that the entire bed is covered in paperwork from his dad’s collections. Carefully he moves some of the files in order to sit himself up and rubs his eyes, looking out of the window, Tyler sees the evening sky has already arrived, the clock on his desk reading 7pm already. He picks up his cell phone as he stands and checks his voicemail; only one from Stephanie and that was only left twenty minutes ago, he’ll call her back soon. He places the phone on the desk as he looks up into the mirror on the wall beside him, staring into it as if in heavy contemplation::.
Tyler: ”Your name could be Leon “Purple” Hayze, or it could be “Saint” Hayes, to me it matters not. You could be the bhang addicted stamp, or the false Prophet sent by Stephen Singh to cause mayhem in the WCF, to me it makes little difference. You could be The Internet Champion or The People’s Champion, which you’re both but to me you’re little more than another obstacle in my way, and you mean exactly zero, hoss!
I’m not sure what it was, that turned you from some Stoner into Stephen Singh’s lackey, boy, but you need to comprehend something and you need to do it quickly. What happens here, today, this week, this year… In life! None of it matters until we’re through, nothing makes a lick of difference. The true perception of our being only comes to light when we move into the higher frequencies. When we push through the veil and we find ourselves on the five paths…”
.::Tyler turns away from the mirror and looks out of the window at the evening sky, beginning very quickly to become the night sky. Stars slowly beginning to manifest themselves as he speaks again, with heavy levels of candor::.
Tyler: ”The path of accumulation, Hayes. Renouncing the Worldy life! You my friend are never even going to be able to step onto the first path, let alone get by it… You’re too concerned with immersing yourself in vice. I mean for the sake of the Elders man! You’ve even got The Sisters of the Saint dressing scantily at ringside! Whores, drink, fast cars, money?! Buddy? You’ve already failed the first path…
The path of preparation, Leon… Start practicing meditation. Now I do declare to believe that you probably followed this path somewhat way before you did what you did when you turned against the people of the WCF. When you were smoking the green and visiting Amsterdam, what you perceived as focus and clarity probably came easier to you then, than it does now. I watched the little promo you cut, explaining to the people why you’ve become what you have and all I can say to that is, you must somewhat care… If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have remotely cared about justifying yourself, Leon…”
.::Debonair opens the door to his room and walks along the corridor outside before stopping short, at the staircase. He walks down the stairs methodically and with purpose. Before entering the kitchen and flicking on the kettle, grabbing a cup from the cupboard. He turns and leans against the countertop, hands tapping away::.
Tyler: ”You explained your reason for changing who you are so suddenly and joining Singh, with that stereotypical ‘it’s not me it’s you!’ rhetoric toward the fanbase and that’s okay because the weak minded, the weak willed, will always lay the blame at somebody else’s door and can never find the strength to bear the responsibility themselves… You’ve gone old-school Caleb Calhoun Leon and it’s befitting of you, believe me… But I digress.
The path of seeing, to practice profound concentration, meditation on the nature of reality. An extension of the second path and I’m still dumbfounded by your lack of attention to detail on walking the first if I’m being honest with you, Leon. The third path also entails the realization of the emptiness of reality. What was the first thing I mentioned to you Hayes? None of this matters here until we make the push and understand where we stand. You clearly have no clue about the emptiness of reality brother; you just tried to change your own! But whilst you’re standing there in your hollow corporeal container you are still the same old Leon Hayes…
The truth of the matter is, Hayes, you realised just how sad and pathetic the life you lived was and you’ve attempted to move the goalposts. You admitted that you saw yourself as a loser, when you were smoking up but again you’re taking no responsibility for the fact that whether you want to believe it or not, it was you… It has always been you, Leon and it will always be you. Just because you start running around with a stubborn teenagers attitude and behaviour of what I can only consider the equivalent of an Internet troll with name calling and trying to shame people to make yourself feel better! It doesn’t make you any less the loser you are, hoss…”
.::Tyler drops a teaspoon of coffee and two of sugar into his cup, before pouring the water into the cup and adding some milk, stirring heartily and clinking the spoon against the cup. He takes a slow, deliberate sip of the hot liquid before turning his attention once more, to Saint Hayes::.
Tyler: ”The fourth path Leon, is simply this. The path of meditation, the person on this path purifies themselves and accumulates wisdom. Let’s just backtrack a little my friend and comprehend that quite frankly if you’ve yet to surpass paths one, two and three there’s absolutely no way you’re making it here… To put it bluntly Hayes, you’re a dummy! You’re not wise by any stretch or means and again it boils down to responsibility and recognizing the gravity of a situation this here, being a perfect example of one you’re not recognizing the gravity of. Oh you’ll probably come at me with some deep nonchalance, going off about how you’re unable to understand what it is I can’t see about you not caring about a word I’ve said and yet deep inside I’ll see the concern, the confusion and the wonderment that you’re truly feeling…
The fifth and final path is the path of no more learning… Less than three percent of the human race have reached this path, Leon and neither you nor I are in that grouping. I know I’m still learning, I’m learning a lot but you my friend will never, ever learn. You took something that was so positive, so full of life and energy and have lowered your vibrational level for what? To lick the ring of Stephen Singh?! As I said earlier, Hayes, you hold both The People’s Championship and The Internet title and you don’t win those by just showing up. I’m not stupid brother and I’m not looking at this match as a cake-walk. Your toughest match is always your next one and I know how stacked against me the odds are on Sunday night. You, Singh, Michael X… The Sisters of the Saint heh! And then there’s little old me, no friends or associates in the WCF and neither title on the line at Slam! So for that, you’re lucky…”
.::Tyler finishes his coffee and places the cup into the dishwasher. He grabs his jacket, from the coat rack and walks toward the front door before suddenly stopping and turning around again quickly. Sliding his jacket on his facial expression turns very, very serious::.
Tyler: ”Understand something, Leon… You’ve chosen a side and it’s the wrong one. There is no hit job here, there is no deep state, and I’m just bringing you the facts as they are. You’ve made a choice and you’ve got to live with it and from hereon in, you will be the first match struck as I personally make it a choice to burn the Church of Singh, to the ground…
From this moment on, Hayes you shall have a new name. From this day forth you shall be known as Yaldabaoth Saklas Samael. Yaldabaoth meaning child of the void, for your life is nothing but a bottomless pit without meaning… Saklas meaning the fool and well, that’s pretty self-explanatory and Samael, meaning god of the blind… God being lowercase as it fits you perfectly, as a false God, a pretend Deity and the only ones you control and reside over are those who have no concept of what’s in front of them, the sheep as you so ironically called those who once loved and praised you.
Sunday night the Church of Singh becomes defunct, beginning with Yaldabaoth, the once pot-smoking chilled out dude, who believes it’s better to run his mouth like the old fashioned school bully these days and has no idea what’s to come. The world isn’t what you think it is, Saklas… Not even remotely. You’ll take the path you see fit to, because it wraps itself around you like the best dressing gown in the world. But take a closer look; Samael for that dressing gown you’ll notice is actually a strait-jacket for both your body and mind. Now is not the time to fret, young Saklas it is the time to relinquish and enjoy the resulting manifestion... But until Slam, sleep well hoss!”
.::With that, Tyler opens the door and just glides out of it slamming it behind him as the scene begins to fade into the ether… And we fade – to – black!::.