Post by Severan King on Jun 16, 2016 13:43:35 GMT -5
Part One
As the camera opens up we see a huge house. The camera switches to a different view and we see that we are now outside the previously viewed house. The door has a cross done up in stained glass. The oak doors swings open and we see Severan King, hair slicked back and beard well brushed, in a white suit. He smiles.
“Welcome to my humble home. Today I thought I would give you a tour of the many riches God has blessed me with”
King motions for the camera man to enter. We see a large room with a spiral staircase in the back, a wall seemingly made of glass looks out over a ridge and into a wooded area. King steps to the window and takes a look outside.
“Isn’t it glorious? All that I’ve been given. This view is a gift from God himself. He said to me that I was to build a house here since he made this view just for me. Looking out this window every morning is a reminder just how grand he really is. You feel so small by comparison. That is what we all are, small. Well some, like myself, are all the larger for being close and feeling the presence of our Lord. The meek shall inherit the Earth so they say. Those that are meek shall need those of us who are truly loyal in order to lead them. That is what I aspire to do. I shall lead WCF into a new era. A time when we are all close and there shall be no more warring amongst us. I know people will say that it is contradictory or hypocritical of myself to be the way that I am since I am using violence to quell violence. It’s ok though, God has forgiven me and shall continue to do so since I am on a just mission from Him.”
King steps away from the window the camera still following him. He takes a seat on a white couch in his living room. Looking around we get a better idea of who King really is. We see everything from fine art hanging above a fire place to an English bulldog laying at his feet. King pets the creature then looks at the camera once more.
“Take this small feeble minded animal here. He needs leadership. He knows that without it he is nothing. He does as I command and is rewarded with food and shelter. He continues to please me so I reward him even more with toys and other trinkets. Moses here knows his place in this world. A pack of dogs, much like a pack of rambunctious humans, always has an alpha. I am the alpha in this house. I am the alpha in my church. I am the one that will rise up the ranks in WCF and lead them all. I know currently my place is not at the top. No, you all have a false idol leading you and you call him champion. That is quite fine by me. I desire not to be champion only to lead everyone into the light.”
King reaches forward and grabs a drink off of the table before him. The table seems to be made of ivory it is so white. He sips from the brown liquid in the glass and places it back down on the table. He rolls up his sleeves and we see his tattooed arms.
“Let me tell you a story about who I was. I was once a kid with no goals and no direction in life. My money was spent on things like these tattoos.”
The camera zooms in a bit and we see skulls, women, and various other degrees of vice oriented tattoos. A demon lingers on his arm cradling a woman in his embrace.
“These represent who I was before I was reborn. People often ask why I do not have them removed. I tell them that if I were it would be an affront to God. It would be a shame to destroy the impure and imperfect creature God saved. I let that part of me stay around to remind me of the hell that is out in the world. I faced the evils of life then and now I face them renewed in my efforts. I was an empty husk of a man. I found solace in drugs, women, and gang activity. Then one day, after a fight with a rival gang, I awoke in a white room. Before me stood a small feeble man. Beard of white, tattered clothing, hair nearly gone and this man told me many things about myself. He told me that when I came to I would be in a hospital bed. That he spared my life for he had a greater mission for me. That I was to spread his name out to the world. I asked the man for his name. He told me that his name was the name spoken for thousands of years, his name was that of the creator. I smiled and knew then that I was speaking with God. He had chosen me to speak with. He had chosen me to be his light in this dark, dark world. I knew what I had to do in that moment. I would spread his love instead of the hate I had been. I would change my wicked ways to better suit the life he needed from me. I woke up in a hospital as he had told me. The nurse who was tending to my bandages jumped as she was sure I would not make it.”
King reaches for and then takes another drink from the glass before setting it back down.
“She rushed out of the room and in poured doctor after doctor. No one was sure how I managed to survive. No one that is except me. I first started spreading the word to anyone who would listen. I preached on street corners, homeless shelters, and old folk’s homes. I spread a message of love conquering hate. I spread a message of hope. People called me a fanatic, a zealot. I did not care. I knew what was waiting for me when this was over. I knew that my true home was in heaven. That is what I modeled the interior of my home to you see. I am as close to that white room I first met God as I can be while living in this body. One day I shall shake my mortal coil and move on to a better world high in the sky.”
King stands up, grabs the glass and downs the contents within. He sits it down one last time and starts walking once again. The camera follows him as he exits a door leading to the back yard. We see a huge pool and some people swimming in it. King walks around the pool and then stops.
“You can see here I share His glory with my friends.”
Looking around we see some beach towels laid out with a couple of women sunbathing on them. A guy jumps off the diving board and into the water. King takes off his shirt and lays down in a chair.
“Once you learn to accept the beautiful loving nature of God things will come easy to you as they have to me. Yes, I know I spread things a little oddly but that doesn’t mean you can’t convert. Anyone is welcome to drop to their knees at any given time and I will welcome them into His kingdom. I will pray for them any time to ensure that their soul is saved and ready for a holy journey to heaven.”
A woman brings King another drink similar in composition to the one he was drinking inside.
“Things have never been better for me than they are right now. I’m undefeated in singles matches. More people have been contacting me through social media to learn more about what I stand for and how they can help. Some machines were dropped and that isn’t a bad thing. Though there are others out there who think that I’m crazy. I say look around and see that I am not. I am a man simply trying to share my place in this world with each and every one of you.”
We hear an unfamiliar voice call from behind the camera.
“Severan, honey come in here!”
King stands up and walks back inside the house and into the kitchen. We see standing there a tall, well busted blonde in a bikini. King walks over to her.
“What is it dear?”
“Ezekiel just texted me saying he was not going to come home tonight. Something about being with a friend tonight. Did he run this by you?
“No he did not.”
King turns to the camera.
“Ok we are cutting for now I’ve got to go get my son.”
The camera lingers on the woman before cutting out.
Part Two
The camera comes back on and we once again see King. This time he is sitting down next to someone we can only assume is his son, Ezekiel. The little King is wearing some clothing that we would know Severan would object to. The room is that of a canopy and we realize it is once again at the tent church of Severan King. King is sitting across from the boy and we see from his expression he is not happy with his son.
“Look at yourself boy. You’re going down a dark path. You are not listening to your mother nor myself. You’re out all hours of the night. You wear clothes that do not become you or our family.”
We see that the little King is wearing a Marilyn Manson shirt.
“Ezekiel, you need to listen to me. This man, whose shirt you wear, is not a man of God. He thinks it is fun to mock the way we live our life.”
“YOUR life dad, not mine. You don’t control me. I just want to be able to be myself and you’re holding me back.”
“How am I holding you back? I just want to make sure you have a life worth living. A life that will continue into paradise when we leave this world. You shall not make paradise like this. Believe me on this one boy.
“Yeah, I know. You had a hard life. Sex, drugs, rock and roll and all that. But I am not you. I will not make your mistakes.”
“No you’ll make new mistakes Worse mistakes. I’ve seen this path you’re on many times from the young crowd in my congregation. A path towards the dark and son I don’t know if you’ll be able to get back to the light. I fear you’ll not make it back. Here is what we are going to do. You’re grounded for a week. You’ll sit and listen to your mother and I from here on out or it will only get worse. Take off that shirt and put this one on.”
Severan watches as Ezekiel removes his shirt and puts the one on his dad handed him. The new shirt has Severan on the front in a pose where his arms are extended out to his side and a cross sits behind him. Ezekiel lets out a deep sigh as he pulls the new shirt over his head.
“Now You get your bottom out there and you’ll sit and pray until it is time for my sermon.”
Ezekiel lets out a grunt and a small flailing of his body. He stands up and walks through a curtain. The camera pans back to Severan who is sitting there only in a shirt and jeans. He looks to the camera.
”It’s time for me to get ready for my sermon. I’ll see you once again not too far from now. God bless.”
The camera lingers for a moment before cutting to black.
The Sermon
Once again the camera opens up but this time we see Severan King walking back from a curtain in his white suit. There seems to have been a few upgrades to the tent. There are more golden tapestries hanging as well as a new golden cross on the front of his podium. The crowd is ever increasing. People have started dressing in a more professional manner from the previous rough look they used to have. There are still some stragglers amongst the mass of those not dressed up as nicely. Severan takes up his post behind the podium.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to thank you for joining me here today. Most of you here today know some stories. Stories ranging from mermaids, to monsters, to Frankenstein. Heck, we all know some stories like those don’t we? We know that the good guys always win in the end. No stories are ever told of evil and corruption winning. No story except one. We all know snippets of a story where the wicked won. I’m talking about the story of King Arthur. You see Arthur became king for removing a sword from a stone. That was it. Arthur did not deserve to be king. Like I said all he did was pull a sword named Excalibur from a rock. Think about that for a moment. Imagine if that is all it took to become ruler. You pulled a tool from a piece of rock and suddenly you are thrust into the role of king. Excalibur is just that, a tool. A tool that was used to obtain power. This power that Arthur obtained led him to do many things. Ladies and gentlemen, let us consider one thing about Arthur. He had a wizard on the payroll. Magic is that of the devil Lucifer himself brought magic to the masses as a way to control us. Some people even say that Excalibur was a magical sword. He could do wondrous things. That was until God sent Lancelot to punish Arthur for his use of magic. Lancelot, as we all know, took Guinevere away from his wicked hands.”
King steps from behind the podium and positions himself in front of it.
“Excalibur failed to prevent Arthur from dying when he faced Mordred. Excalibur was not the right thing then and he is not the right thing now. He fails at his task of being the best. He spends his days playing games and pretending that he knows what it is like to face a real man in the ring. He said that I am a hypocrite because I claim to hate. He fails to see that I do not hate. I seek justice. I have nothing but love for Greg St. Matthews as well as HMM Logan. I love them so much that like you, Excalibur, I am willing to sacrifice myself to get the point across. The point being that you all are wicked men. The point being that you need saving. The point being that it is I who will do that saving for you. My son is a lot like you, Excalibur.”
King moves over so we see his son sitting down and King maneuvers behind him placing his hands on the boy’s shoulders.
“He is wasting away his life. He spends his days listening to rap and heavy metal. He thinks that drinking and partying are the ways to best do things in life. I’ll make you a deal, Ezekiel, if Excalibur can defeat me and show me that I am truly wrong then I will get off your back about life.”
Ezekiel looks up at his dad questioningly.
“That’s right boy. This match I will let your fate be the prize. You can squander away in mediocrity your whole life or you can see the glory of His kingdom like your dear old dad. Excalibur, my son’s fate is in your hands. Keep my shoulders down for a three count and prove to my boy that I am wrong. But, if I win my boy stays with me and turns his life to the dedicated services of our Lord God. I care not if you accept these terms, for I know that you cannot win. I know that when it all comes down to it I will reign over you. Excalibur, I want your best. Then when I have knocked that down I want you to throw those extra reserves we all know you have back at me. Then I shall knock you down once more. I shall lift you high and drop you down. Your shoulders will be down for the three count. Maybe then I can teach you a thing or two about how to get closer to God. You must be broken before you are ready to learn. I shall break you and then I shall preach to you. Ask Logan about the words I have whispered in his ears. He is a much better man for it now.”
King walks back up and behind the podium.
“Let’s all lower our heads in prayer. Lord, forgive those who trespass against me for they know not what they do. They shall be laid down at your feet and be humbled by your grace. Protect Excalibur this week leading up to our match. I’ve got a feeling he may get injured beforehand and try to use that as an excuse. Lord God look down upon WCF and show those who would look towards me with a lingering eye that they too shall fall before you through me. I pray for the weak, the wicked, the hungry, and the poor. In Jesus name, Amen.”
The camera fades to black.
As the camera opens up we see a huge house. The camera switches to a different view and we see that we are now outside the previously viewed house. The door has a cross done up in stained glass. The oak doors swings open and we see Severan King, hair slicked back and beard well brushed, in a white suit. He smiles.
“Welcome to my humble home. Today I thought I would give you a tour of the many riches God has blessed me with”
King motions for the camera man to enter. We see a large room with a spiral staircase in the back, a wall seemingly made of glass looks out over a ridge and into a wooded area. King steps to the window and takes a look outside.
“Isn’t it glorious? All that I’ve been given. This view is a gift from God himself. He said to me that I was to build a house here since he made this view just for me. Looking out this window every morning is a reminder just how grand he really is. You feel so small by comparison. That is what we all are, small. Well some, like myself, are all the larger for being close and feeling the presence of our Lord. The meek shall inherit the Earth so they say. Those that are meek shall need those of us who are truly loyal in order to lead them. That is what I aspire to do. I shall lead WCF into a new era. A time when we are all close and there shall be no more warring amongst us. I know people will say that it is contradictory or hypocritical of myself to be the way that I am since I am using violence to quell violence. It’s ok though, God has forgiven me and shall continue to do so since I am on a just mission from Him.”
King steps away from the window the camera still following him. He takes a seat on a white couch in his living room. Looking around we get a better idea of who King really is. We see everything from fine art hanging above a fire place to an English bulldog laying at his feet. King pets the creature then looks at the camera once more.
“Take this small feeble minded animal here. He needs leadership. He knows that without it he is nothing. He does as I command and is rewarded with food and shelter. He continues to please me so I reward him even more with toys and other trinkets. Moses here knows his place in this world. A pack of dogs, much like a pack of rambunctious humans, always has an alpha. I am the alpha in this house. I am the alpha in my church. I am the one that will rise up the ranks in WCF and lead them all. I know currently my place is not at the top. No, you all have a false idol leading you and you call him champion. That is quite fine by me. I desire not to be champion only to lead everyone into the light.”
King reaches forward and grabs a drink off of the table before him. The table seems to be made of ivory it is so white. He sips from the brown liquid in the glass and places it back down on the table. He rolls up his sleeves and we see his tattooed arms.
“Let me tell you a story about who I was. I was once a kid with no goals and no direction in life. My money was spent on things like these tattoos.”
The camera zooms in a bit and we see skulls, women, and various other degrees of vice oriented tattoos. A demon lingers on his arm cradling a woman in his embrace.
“These represent who I was before I was reborn. People often ask why I do not have them removed. I tell them that if I were it would be an affront to God. It would be a shame to destroy the impure and imperfect creature God saved. I let that part of me stay around to remind me of the hell that is out in the world. I faced the evils of life then and now I face them renewed in my efforts. I was an empty husk of a man. I found solace in drugs, women, and gang activity. Then one day, after a fight with a rival gang, I awoke in a white room. Before me stood a small feeble man. Beard of white, tattered clothing, hair nearly gone and this man told me many things about myself. He told me that when I came to I would be in a hospital bed. That he spared my life for he had a greater mission for me. That I was to spread his name out to the world. I asked the man for his name. He told me that his name was the name spoken for thousands of years, his name was that of the creator. I smiled and knew then that I was speaking with God. He had chosen me to speak with. He had chosen me to be his light in this dark, dark world. I knew what I had to do in that moment. I would spread his love instead of the hate I had been. I would change my wicked ways to better suit the life he needed from me. I woke up in a hospital as he had told me. The nurse who was tending to my bandages jumped as she was sure I would not make it.”
King reaches for and then takes another drink from the glass before setting it back down.
“She rushed out of the room and in poured doctor after doctor. No one was sure how I managed to survive. No one that is except me. I first started spreading the word to anyone who would listen. I preached on street corners, homeless shelters, and old folk’s homes. I spread a message of love conquering hate. I spread a message of hope. People called me a fanatic, a zealot. I did not care. I knew what was waiting for me when this was over. I knew that my true home was in heaven. That is what I modeled the interior of my home to you see. I am as close to that white room I first met God as I can be while living in this body. One day I shall shake my mortal coil and move on to a better world high in the sky.”
King stands up, grabs the glass and downs the contents within. He sits it down one last time and starts walking once again. The camera follows him as he exits a door leading to the back yard. We see a huge pool and some people swimming in it. King walks around the pool and then stops.
“You can see here I share His glory with my friends.”
Looking around we see some beach towels laid out with a couple of women sunbathing on them. A guy jumps off the diving board and into the water. King takes off his shirt and lays down in a chair.
“Once you learn to accept the beautiful loving nature of God things will come easy to you as they have to me. Yes, I know I spread things a little oddly but that doesn’t mean you can’t convert. Anyone is welcome to drop to their knees at any given time and I will welcome them into His kingdom. I will pray for them any time to ensure that their soul is saved and ready for a holy journey to heaven.”
A woman brings King another drink similar in composition to the one he was drinking inside.
“Things have never been better for me than they are right now. I’m undefeated in singles matches. More people have been contacting me through social media to learn more about what I stand for and how they can help. Some machines were dropped and that isn’t a bad thing. Though there are others out there who think that I’m crazy. I say look around and see that I am not. I am a man simply trying to share my place in this world with each and every one of you.”
We hear an unfamiliar voice call from behind the camera.
“Severan, honey come in here!”
King stands up and walks back inside the house and into the kitchen. We see standing there a tall, well busted blonde in a bikini. King walks over to her.
“What is it dear?”
“Ezekiel just texted me saying he was not going to come home tonight. Something about being with a friend tonight. Did he run this by you?
“No he did not.”
King turns to the camera.
“Ok we are cutting for now I’ve got to go get my son.”
The camera lingers on the woman before cutting out.
Part Two
The camera comes back on and we once again see King. This time he is sitting down next to someone we can only assume is his son, Ezekiel. The little King is wearing some clothing that we would know Severan would object to. The room is that of a canopy and we realize it is once again at the tent church of Severan King. King is sitting across from the boy and we see from his expression he is not happy with his son.
“Look at yourself boy. You’re going down a dark path. You are not listening to your mother nor myself. You’re out all hours of the night. You wear clothes that do not become you or our family.”
We see that the little King is wearing a Marilyn Manson shirt.
“Ezekiel, you need to listen to me. This man, whose shirt you wear, is not a man of God. He thinks it is fun to mock the way we live our life.”
“YOUR life dad, not mine. You don’t control me. I just want to be able to be myself and you’re holding me back.”
“How am I holding you back? I just want to make sure you have a life worth living. A life that will continue into paradise when we leave this world. You shall not make paradise like this. Believe me on this one boy.
“Yeah, I know. You had a hard life. Sex, drugs, rock and roll and all that. But I am not you. I will not make your mistakes.”
“No you’ll make new mistakes Worse mistakes. I’ve seen this path you’re on many times from the young crowd in my congregation. A path towards the dark and son I don’t know if you’ll be able to get back to the light. I fear you’ll not make it back. Here is what we are going to do. You’re grounded for a week. You’ll sit and listen to your mother and I from here on out or it will only get worse. Take off that shirt and put this one on.”
Severan watches as Ezekiel removes his shirt and puts the one on his dad handed him. The new shirt has Severan on the front in a pose where his arms are extended out to his side and a cross sits behind him. Ezekiel lets out a deep sigh as he pulls the new shirt over his head.
“Now You get your bottom out there and you’ll sit and pray until it is time for my sermon.”
Ezekiel lets out a grunt and a small flailing of his body. He stands up and walks through a curtain. The camera pans back to Severan who is sitting there only in a shirt and jeans. He looks to the camera.
”It’s time for me to get ready for my sermon. I’ll see you once again not too far from now. God bless.”
The camera lingers for a moment before cutting to black.
The Sermon
Once again the camera opens up but this time we see Severan King walking back from a curtain in his white suit. There seems to have been a few upgrades to the tent. There are more golden tapestries hanging as well as a new golden cross on the front of his podium. The crowd is ever increasing. People have started dressing in a more professional manner from the previous rough look they used to have. There are still some stragglers amongst the mass of those not dressed up as nicely. Severan takes up his post behind the podium.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to thank you for joining me here today. Most of you here today know some stories. Stories ranging from mermaids, to monsters, to Frankenstein. Heck, we all know some stories like those don’t we? We know that the good guys always win in the end. No stories are ever told of evil and corruption winning. No story except one. We all know snippets of a story where the wicked won. I’m talking about the story of King Arthur. You see Arthur became king for removing a sword from a stone. That was it. Arthur did not deserve to be king. Like I said all he did was pull a sword named Excalibur from a rock. Think about that for a moment. Imagine if that is all it took to become ruler. You pulled a tool from a piece of rock and suddenly you are thrust into the role of king. Excalibur is just that, a tool. A tool that was used to obtain power. This power that Arthur obtained led him to do many things. Ladies and gentlemen, let us consider one thing about Arthur. He had a wizard on the payroll. Magic is that of the devil Lucifer himself brought magic to the masses as a way to control us. Some people even say that Excalibur was a magical sword. He could do wondrous things. That was until God sent Lancelot to punish Arthur for his use of magic. Lancelot, as we all know, took Guinevere away from his wicked hands.”
King steps from behind the podium and positions himself in front of it.
“Excalibur failed to prevent Arthur from dying when he faced Mordred. Excalibur was not the right thing then and he is not the right thing now. He fails at his task of being the best. He spends his days playing games and pretending that he knows what it is like to face a real man in the ring. He said that I am a hypocrite because I claim to hate. He fails to see that I do not hate. I seek justice. I have nothing but love for Greg St. Matthews as well as HMM Logan. I love them so much that like you, Excalibur, I am willing to sacrifice myself to get the point across. The point being that you all are wicked men. The point being that you need saving. The point being that it is I who will do that saving for you. My son is a lot like you, Excalibur.”
King moves over so we see his son sitting down and King maneuvers behind him placing his hands on the boy’s shoulders.
“He is wasting away his life. He spends his days listening to rap and heavy metal. He thinks that drinking and partying are the ways to best do things in life. I’ll make you a deal, Ezekiel, if Excalibur can defeat me and show me that I am truly wrong then I will get off your back about life.”
Ezekiel looks up at his dad questioningly.
“That’s right boy. This match I will let your fate be the prize. You can squander away in mediocrity your whole life or you can see the glory of His kingdom like your dear old dad. Excalibur, my son’s fate is in your hands. Keep my shoulders down for a three count and prove to my boy that I am wrong. But, if I win my boy stays with me and turns his life to the dedicated services of our Lord God. I care not if you accept these terms, for I know that you cannot win. I know that when it all comes down to it I will reign over you. Excalibur, I want your best. Then when I have knocked that down I want you to throw those extra reserves we all know you have back at me. Then I shall knock you down once more. I shall lift you high and drop you down. Your shoulders will be down for the three count. Maybe then I can teach you a thing or two about how to get closer to God. You must be broken before you are ready to learn. I shall break you and then I shall preach to you. Ask Logan about the words I have whispered in his ears. He is a much better man for it now.”
King walks back up and behind the podium.
“Let’s all lower our heads in prayer. Lord, forgive those who trespass against me for they know not what they do. They shall be laid down at your feet and be humbled by your grace. Protect Excalibur this week leading up to our match. I’ve got a feeling he may get injured beforehand and try to use that as an excuse. Lord God look down upon WCF and show those who would look towards me with a lingering eye that they too shall fall before you through me. I pray for the weak, the wicked, the hungry, and the poor. In Jesus name, Amen.”
The camera fades to black.
