To truly know an opponent you must be able to enter their mind
be able to get into their head
know how they think, know how they act, and know how they believe
. If there was ever an opponent who made that task difficult it was Michael Winters
the way he thinks, acts and believes in based around the concept of a single entity
an entity thats neither been proven to exist or not exist
one that guides that hundreds of millions of people around the world
one that used to guide me
Thats why I find myself here
-Suddenly, theres an array of light and although blurry at first, there soon emerges an establishing shot of a church, from a first person perspective. We then get a third person perspective, showing us a figure from the neck down, wearing a suit, the figure seems to be adjusting their tie. Satisfied, they lower their right hand in which they hold a bouquet of flowers, the figure then walks off towards the church and the view goes blurry once more.
Were then shown inside the church, where a service is taking place and we get a perspective shot of the group of people as they sit and in the background we can hear the pastor speaking but its not nearly clear enough. Theres then a close up of the figure from the neck down and around him we see others getting up and leaving as the service apparently ends. The figure remains sat there as the people filter out of the church-
Can I help you sir? says a voice. The figure turns his head to see the pastor talking to him. The figures stands up, smoothing out a few creases in his suit as he walks over, still holding the bouquet of flowers in his hands, towards the pastor, who greets him with a smile.-
Yes. Yes you can help me. Says the figure, with a familiar, deep voice.
Well what is it you need help with?
Understanding.
In what context?
"Helping me understand how can God supposedly loves us all equally when at the end of the day there still winners and there still losers? How can everything seemingly be ok if you have faith? says the figure, whose voice conveys bitterness and resentment.
Well- the pastor goes to explain but hes cut off by the figure who begins to finish his previous statement.
How can God destroy peoples lives in a matter of moments and still expect us to follow him? How can he do that? -The bitterness in the tone resonates through the air around the figure and the pastor-
Sometimes it comes down to Gods plan for us. Everything happens for a reason and whether we realise it at the time or decades later, we can see that no matter what, God will always make sure that were safe. The figure smirks-
Huh, is that so? So thats you could say that I lost last week because God intended me to? Cause he wanted me to turn up here? It seems if God created one thing it was definitely a stock answer to that question. Thank you for your time.
The figure walks off out of the church and the pastor looks on as he heads towards the graveyard that lies next to the church. The pastor looks on as the figure walks away. The figure is next seen looking down over a gravestone, it reads Here lies Laura Holmes (neé Sherman) RIP 1962-1994 beloved wife, sister and mother. Remembered by her two children. Youll be greatly missed. RIP.
Talk about long-time no see, hey? Its certainly been a while but clearly someone is making sure your resting place is being kept in good nick. Oh, I brought you some of those petunias that you loved so much. I can remember the garden was full of them during the summers, they were so beautiful. We could never touch them otherwise wed rip them up out of the ground, like when you planted those lilies. The house was covered in mud. laugh- Oh what Id give to be able to recapture those days. The days of innocence
the time of my life
when everything was just perfectly normal...when I was perfectly normal
The voice drops off at the end and lets out a sigh, a tear rolls down the cheek of the figure and drops down over the grave.- Ha ha, look at me, Ill be bawling my eyes out in a bit. Oh by the way, I got my big break in wrestling since Ive been gone. Im going to become a star soon. Ive got a big title match this week as well. If I lose, Ive lost my chance at it
but Im determined to make sure that doesnt happen
Last week I was unlucky to lose, my opponent landed on the ropes. It gave him leverage and it was nearly impossible to kick out of
but it was an accident Im sure of it
at least I think it was but anyway! This week, Ill be the victor and then Ill raise the title in your name. Therell be a huge celebration and finally I can start the next chapter in my life. Dont worry, Ill take a few pages from the chapters I shared with you because if not for you, I wouldnt even be where I am today
although I still wish you were here
Goodbye Mum, Ill hopefully see you again soon.
The figure places the flowers by the gravestone and then stands up, finally revealed to be Brad Bomb. He wipes away a tear, smiles and as he turns to leave, he sees the pastor has been there, a short distance away the entire time. Bomb walks over to the pastor.-
What do you want? enquires Bomb.
You must be Brad. Brad Holmes, to be exact
or would you rather be called Brad Bomb?
And whats it to you?
To me? Nothing. But he was right in saying youd show up here after your loss last week.
And who is this he youre talking about? God?
No, not God, but your brother.
Im afraid youre mistaken, I dont have a brother.- As Bomb says this he stares into the face of pastor and with speaks the words with a fierce intensity- And if you dont mind Ill be leaving now. As you may know, I have a match to go prepare for and I dont need your idle distractions stopping me from winning. Goodbye.
As Bomb finishes his sentence, he smirks once more and leaves the pastor standing in the graveyard. As Bomb walks off, it shifts to a view of his face, in the background, the pastor is a blur and the main focus is of Bombs eye, hes looking on with a look of intent. He then closes his eyes and it goes to black. Why now?
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