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Comatose; Cross vs. TD
Topic Started: Nov 27 2012, 12:49 PM (52 Views)
Xandor Cross
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TheMessiah
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PRAELUSIO
"Comatose" by Skillet

"I hate feeling like this
I'm so tired of trying to fight this
I'm asleep and all I dream of
Is waking to you"

"Tell me that you will listen
Your touch is what I'm missing
And the more I hide I realize
I'm slowly losing you"

"Comatose
I'll never wake up without an overdose of you"

"I don't wanna live, I don't wanna breathe
'Less I feel you next to me
You take the pain I feel
(Waking up to you never felt so real)"

"I hate living without you
Dead wrong to ever doubt you
But my demons lay in waiting
Tempting me away"

"Oh, how I adore you
Oh, how I thirst for you
Oh, how I need you"

"Comatose
I'll never wake up without an overdose of you"


BRIARWOOD INN - PINE BLUFF, ARKANSAS
Ascension Championship Wrestling was in Pine Bluff, AR, the largest city in Jefferson County. In 2009, Forbes magazine named Pine Bluff one of America's top ten most impoverished cities. Quitno Press ranked Pine Bluff "the most dangerous metropolitan area" in the United States. The Pine Bluff population was dwindling at an alarming rate. And despite the large number of churches in the area, the Spirit of the Most High did not rest in Pine Bluff.

"The Messiah" Xandor Cross sat on the bed of his dark, dingy motel room at the Briarwood Inn, a little over 2 miles southwest of Golden Lion Stadium, site of ACW: Initiative 18. He didn't care that the bed he sat on was home to hundreds of generations of bedbugs. He ignored the cracked windows of his room and the ratty curtains that shaded him from the darkening evening light. He was physically apathetic to the world around him and the spiritual darkness that wrapped around Pine Bluff had found its way into his soul with each passing moment.

Xandor slowly laid back on the bed. He let out an audible sigh and closed his weary eyes. In a matter of seconds, his mind traversed time and space. He went back to the one moment in his life where he felt whole, bodily, emotionally, and spiritually: Her breath was warm upon his chest. Her fingers cool and long as they rested near his neck. Her hair was soft, smooth, and golden like aura of an angel. She fit nicely in his arms as they slept. Together, there were no nightmares that could disturb them. Together, there was unity, peace, and strength.


Xandor: "ALEXIS!!!"

Xandor awoke suddenly in a cold sweat and shot up into a sitting position a few hours later. Beads of perspiration pooled across his forehead and at the back of his neck. His heart was speeding as though it was fighting for its life; his breathing was rapid and his throat was sore. He looked around frantically, hoping she had miraculously returned, craving to feel that breath on his skin just one more time. Dejected, Xandor lowered his head.

Xandor: "My Lord and my God..."

His words felt empty. There was an eternal silence and no response came from the heavens. Xandor turned his head and saw the clay lamp resting on the bedside table. He reached for it, grasped it tightly, and chucked it across the room with almost supernatural force. The lamp shattered against the far wall, taking out a small piece of drywall, and crumpled into a small pile of rubble. That innocent lamp... that workmanship destroyed... "LORD, WHY WON'T YOU ANSWER ME?!" he scolded his God. "RETURN HER TO ME!" he chided the divine silence.

Xandor laid his head back into the depression in his pillow. He stared blankly at the ceiling. It was Azure in color like Lake Saracen only a couple miles away. The peaceful color didn't bring him any solace. He felt numb. He felt dead. Yet he knew he was alive.

The disappearance of his girlfriend and one love, Alexis Castellano, brought on a whole new meaning to the phrase,
"You don't know what you're missing until it's gone." The only catch was, he knew exactly what he was missing. He knew exactly WHO he was missing.

Every moment that passed since her disappearance was another day that Xandor wanted subtracted from his life. But his God didn't oblige him. Without Alexis to wake up to, without her to hold, feel, love, and protect, he felt his mission was naught. His life was that of a field mouse in the eye of a starving serpent; it felt worthless, expendable.

In his match against Poppa K at ACW: Initiative 17, he feigned strength and power but he knew the truth: he was passionless, numb, and comatose. The match was his to own. Poppa K was not as formidable as he portrayed but when you are lifeless, even the weak become strong.

This week Tori Devine sought to make a name for herself, to continue the so-called Devine legacy. A victory over the Messiah would ensure a firm foundation for Tori in ACW. The girl was a positive addition to the roster but she was not Alexis Castellano.

Xandor wanted Alexis back... no... he NEEDED Alexis back.

And for Tori Devine's sake, she best pray that Alexis returned soon.


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EVANGELIUM
ST. JOSEPH CATHOLIC CHURCH - PINE BLUFF, ARKANSAS
The Messiah felt the darkness within him coalesce into his blood. The last time he felt this, he was face to face with the man who murdered his mother. The assailant escaped that horrid night, but the darkness within the Messiah did not. Once in his blood, the darkness turned into a divine wrath that consumed sinner and saint alike. It even consumed the Messiah. He relied solely on instinct. When hungry, he ate. When called to action, he trained. When in battle, he fought emotionless.

In a fruitless attempt to curb the wrath in his blood, the Messiah stood in the sanctuary of St. Joseph Catholic Church, staring at the stone effigy of his Lord on the Cross. The Messiah closed his eyes and muttered a silent prayer. He opened his eyes when he sensed the emptiness of his words. He looked up at the statue of Christ again, searching, longing, waiting for his Savior to answer him but his Savior was not there. Instead, he received a vision of a crucified woman with short red hair, tattered clothes, and writhing in agony.


Ethereal Voice: "Behold, this innocent child will suffer the following fate because you have refused to face the darkness within you. You were chosen to be a light to the world, but you have resisted confronting your own sinful nature. Now, the child known as Tori Devine will suffer the wrath of God at your hands. Whether her soul survives this life-altering encounter with you will depend on her inner strength and faith, but you will live with the consequences of your disobedience if she is lost forever."

The Messiah sighed. He stared at the effigy stoically, watching as the divine wrath was poured on her.

Ethereal Voice: "What say you?"

The Messiah: "So let it be."

The effigy of Tori Devine was affixed by iron spikes through her hands and feet to the wooden cross. She struggled to breathe. Pushing against the nails that held her, she forced her tortured body up to gasp for one more life-giving breath. With that breath caught, splinters embedded themselves into her raw, whip-marked back. Forcing down a lungful of air Tori sagged back to her former position. The nerves of her hands screamed in pain at the strain put upon them by the dead weight of her body.

Blood was everywhere on the floor of the altar, her own blood, flowing from countless wounds. There was not a place on hers body that was not abused in some way: whether bruised by the rod, broken by the lash, or scraped raw from infinite torture. The free-flowing blood stung in her eyes and pooled in her tongue. Her lips dripped red with each labored breath.

Below her, her brother Dan Devine and her manager Shingles McGee tried a futile attempt to reach for her to give her peace. But their voices were silenced. A horde of demons surrounded them and added humiliation to her pain, mocking and degrading her. Their jeering and laughing rang in her ears. Yet, the Messiah did not budge.

He thought nothing of it.

He spoke nothing of it.

He felt nothing of it.

He let it be.

And it will be.


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"Lord Beelzebub, the darkness has consumed the Meshiach. Orlando Ocean is as good as DEAD. And a new young soul is ours."
Edited by Xandor Cross, Nov 27 2012, 01:49 PM.

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