Post by UWL Office on Sept 1, 2023 18:54:08 GMT -5
The first thing that we can see is dirt. A large pit of dirt being picked up and moved around by a couple of bulldozers. An excavator was also on site, but not presently being used. A dozen or so people were walking around on the picturesque day, talking to each other, working, some just standing and watching the large machines do the heavy lifting. As the camera pans over the site, it lands on a sign that's been shoved into the ground, saying "Future Home of Spirit and Truth Church"
"Wonderful, isn't it?"
The camera turns to see a slight, brunette woman in modest dress smiling at the camera. She wears her hair up, pulled back in a pristine bun, not a hair out of place. Despite the heat and the fact that she is wearing a gray wool sweater, she doesn't appear to be the least bit uncomfortable.
"Pretty soon we'll have a Church that we deserve." The woman states as she surveys the work being done before looking back into the camera. "A church that he deserves."
The woman turns to look over her shoulder at a trailer that's some thirty yards behind her. There's nothing special about it, however when she turns back, a reverence shines in her hazel eyes.
"He's waiting for you inside there. Please, if you will."
She motions towards the trailer with her hand and the camera slowly makes its way over. Echoing footsteps and a quick glance to the right show that the woman is following. She gives the camera what is meant to be a reassuring smile as they both continue their trek. The sounds of the construction site grow dimmer the closer they get to the metal rectangular structure. When they reach the short wooden deck area with only four steps up, the door swings open and a man wearing a yellow hardhat exits, brushing past them and muttering a sentence where the only discernable word is crazy. The woman shoots the man a glare before walking in front of the camera to hold open the trailer door.
The adjustment from the bright sunlight to the dim interior is stark. To the right is almost complete darkness, but a turn to the left provides a little more illumination. The trailer itself has been converted to a typical office you might see on a construction site. It was wood paneled with a beat up looking couch along the side that had the door, and a desk towards the back with a chair almost pressed flush against the wall. David Carroll sat there, a pen in his hand as he was writing in a ledger. Compared to the other times we had seen David, he seems to be a little disheveled in appearance. He wears a plain black t-shirt, and as the camera gets closer, we can see visible bags under his eyes. The sound of the door closing behind gets the camera's attention, as they see the woman has followed them inside.
"He just has such a heavy burden on his shoulders," she states compassionately, "what with the new church and this UWL business. Not to mention…"
"That will be all, Magdalene."
David's voice cut through the small room and demanded the camera's attention. Before it could turn back to the woman, the door opened and closed behind, signaling that she had left. David finally looked up, placing his pen down on the book and beginning to get to his feet.
"That's not her real name," David began, moving around the desk, "but far be it from me to not honor her wishes to be called that. She's a very faithful member of the congregation. Invaluable; people like her I mean. They're belief in God and their belief in me is invaluable."
The former UWL number one contender stopped near the center of the table, turning to face the camera whilst clasping his hands together in front of his waist.
"I understand you want something from me. Questions about my past. I don't know why that's so interesting to be honest. A small town guy, no different than many others across our great land. But that's fine, I'll answer some questions for you. However, there's going to be a quid pro quo."
David's hands unfurl to place on the edges of the table behind him.
"Too many tasks demand my attention lately, so I'm going to use you to get a message out. The message being to Billy Danielson. You know Billy, this all started way back when I joined UWL. I was a rookie, and I suppose that I still am. Despite being a novice to the industry, I defeated you in my second match. Second match in the company, and I defeat a former champion. The victory was hard fought, and afterwards, I thought to myself, maybe this is a man that I can ally with. Form a partnership. So yes, I appeared on a stage during one of your matches to get a closer look. And when that happened, you took your eye off the ball and you lost. And you blamed me. For we are each responsible for our own conduct. Galatians, six-five."
David pushes himself off the table, turning back around to face away from the camera. He places his palms on the table and stares straight ahead.
"You can revisit and rewrite the history all you want to. The fact remains that you initiated the first physical contact. You interrupted me in my match with Jackson Burnside; you cost me my title opportunity. You can call it payback, or retribution for me apparently getting into your head. That's your own problem though. Because I was wrong about you, Billy Danielson, I was wrong to want to ally with you. Because throughout my time here, you have proven yourself to be weak."
He turns around quickly now, eyes focus intensely on the camera.
"We both entered the Coronation Cup. You couldn't qualify because you are weak. I won the whole thing. I beat the reigning UWL World Champion Daron Smythe and Mark Storm to win the Cup. I did that. And while it is true that I fell short against Smythe, I showcased my abilities and proved to the world and to God above just how good I am in the ring. The entire time I've been here, you have been barely scraping by, meanwhile I am catapulted to the main event. I was in there last time, and I'm in there again. The UWL World Champion isn't in the main event, I am in the main event, and I dragged you there with me, because YOU NEED ME BILLY DANIELSON! YOU NEED ME TO BE RELEVANT, and that's why you haven't let this go."
David's eyes close for a moment and he takes a deep breath in, then releases. He takes another breath, then opens his eyes upon exhale.
"Do you know what happens after our steel cage match? After I defeat you, I move on. I am going to scrape you off the heel of my boot so you're no longer attached to me. You may get your pound of flesh in our match, but make no mistake of the outcome. No matter what you do to me in that cage, I will persevere. And no matter what you do, you'll be back to the drawing board. Because what else are you going to do, Billy? Hmm? Challenge for the title? You'll lose; it's just in your nature. Maybe you'll cheap shot your way to a title match, like you did when you took the Coronation Cup. The Cup for me is a symbol of my excellence, and you treated it like a joke. Because a joke is how your career this year has been defined. My career, my faith, my congregation and my church, it all expands, it all grows. Like it or not, the fans of the UWL are going to be seeing me for a long time. And eventually…"
David slowly gets down to one knee, and then the other as the camera follows him. He clasps his hands together again, this time bringing them up to his chest and closing his eyes, head bowed.
"…they will get down on their knees and thank the Lord for the light that I bring. The light and the truth. Let me in, they will say."
David's eyes open and he looks at the camera again.
"And I'll enter their hearts and their minds and they will praise me. There's nothing you can do about that Billy. In that cage, I'll snatch the very soul out of your body. And you too, will kneel."
The camera starts to slowly back up as David stares intently into it. After a few seconds, the scene slowly fades out to black.
"Wonderful, isn't it?"
The camera turns to see a slight, brunette woman in modest dress smiling at the camera. She wears her hair up, pulled back in a pristine bun, not a hair out of place. Despite the heat and the fact that she is wearing a gray wool sweater, she doesn't appear to be the least bit uncomfortable.
"Pretty soon we'll have a Church that we deserve." The woman states as she surveys the work being done before looking back into the camera. "A church that he deserves."
The woman turns to look over her shoulder at a trailer that's some thirty yards behind her. There's nothing special about it, however when she turns back, a reverence shines in her hazel eyes.
"He's waiting for you inside there. Please, if you will."
She motions towards the trailer with her hand and the camera slowly makes its way over. Echoing footsteps and a quick glance to the right show that the woman is following. She gives the camera what is meant to be a reassuring smile as they both continue their trek. The sounds of the construction site grow dimmer the closer they get to the metal rectangular structure. When they reach the short wooden deck area with only four steps up, the door swings open and a man wearing a yellow hardhat exits, brushing past them and muttering a sentence where the only discernable word is crazy. The woman shoots the man a glare before walking in front of the camera to hold open the trailer door.
The adjustment from the bright sunlight to the dim interior is stark. To the right is almost complete darkness, but a turn to the left provides a little more illumination. The trailer itself has been converted to a typical office you might see on a construction site. It was wood paneled with a beat up looking couch along the side that had the door, and a desk towards the back with a chair almost pressed flush against the wall. David Carroll sat there, a pen in his hand as he was writing in a ledger. Compared to the other times we had seen David, he seems to be a little disheveled in appearance. He wears a plain black t-shirt, and as the camera gets closer, we can see visible bags under his eyes. The sound of the door closing behind gets the camera's attention, as they see the woman has followed them inside.
"He just has such a heavy burden on his shoulders," she states compassionately, "what with the new church and this UWL business. Not to mention…"
"That will be all, Magdalene."
David's voice cut through the small room and demanded the camera's attention. Before it could turn back to the woman, the door opened and closed behind, signaling that she had left. David finally looked up, placing his pen down on the book and beginning to get to his feet.
"That's not her real name," David began, moving around the desk, "but far be it from me to not honor her wishes to be called that. She's a very faithful member of the congregation. Invaluable; people like her I mean. They're belief in God and their belief in me is invaluable."
The former UWL number one contender stopped near the center of the table, turning to face the camera whilst clasping his hands together in front of his waist.
"I understand you want something from me. Questions about my past. I don't know why that's so interesting to be honest. A small town guy, no different than many others across our great land. But that's fine, I'll answer some questions for you. However, there's going to be a quid pro quo."
David's hands unfurl to place on the edges of the table behind him.
"Too many tasks demand my attention lately, so I'm going to use you to get a message out. The message being to Billy Danielson. You know Billy, this all started way back when I joined UWL. I was a rookie, and I suppose that I still am. Despite being a novice to the industry, I defeated you in my second match. Second match in the company, and I defeat a former champion. The victory was hard fought, and afterwards, I thought to myself, maybe this is a man that I can ally with. Form a partnership. So yes, I appeared on a stage during one of your matches to get a closer look. And when that happened, you took your eye off the ball and you lost. And you blamed me. For we are each responsible for our own conduct. Galatians, six-five."
David pushes himself off the table, turning back around to face away from the camera. He places his palms on the table and stares straight ahead.
"You can revisit and rewrite the history all you want to. The fact remains that you initiated the first physical contact. You interrupted me in my match with Jackson Burnside; you cost me my title opportunity. You can call it payback, or retribution for me apparently getting into your head. That's your own problem though. Because I was wrong about you, Billy Danielson, I was wrong to want to ally with you. Because throughout my time here, you have proven yourself to be weak."
He turns around quickly now, eyes focus intensely on the camera.
"We both entered the Coronation Cup. You couldn't qualify because you are weak. I won the whole thing. I beat the reigning UWL World Champion Daron Smythe and Mark Storm to win the Cup. I did that. And while it is true that I fell short against Smythe, I showcased my abilities and proved to the world and to God above just how good I am in the ring. The entire time I've been here, you have been barely scraping by, meanwhile I am catapulted to the main event. I was in there last time, and I'm in there again. The UWL World Champion isn't in the main event, I am in the main event, and I dragged you there with me, because YOU NEED ME BILLY DANIELSON! YOU NEED ME TO BE RELEVANT, and that's why you haven't let this go."
David's eyes close for a moment and he takes a deep breath in, then releases. He takes another breath, then opens his eyes upon exhale.
"Do you know what happens after our steel cage match? After I defeat you, I move on. I am going to scrape you off the heel of my boot so you're no longer attached to me. You may get your pound of flesh in our match, but make no mistake of the outcome. No matter what you do to me in that cage, I will persevere. And no matter what you do, you'll be back to the drawing board. Because what else are you going to do, Billy? Hmm? Challenge for the title? You'll lose; it's just in your nature. Maybe you'll cheap shot your way to a title match, like you did when you took the Coronation Cup. The Cup for me is a symbol of my excellence, and you treated it like a joke. Because a joke is how your career this year has been defined. My career, my faith, my congregation and my church, it all expands, it all grows. Like it or not, the fans of the UWL are going to be seeing me for a long time. And eventually…"
David slowly gets down to one knee, and then the other as the camera follows him. He clasps his hands together again, this time bringing them up to his chest and closing his eyes, head bowed.
"…they will get down on their knees and thank the Lord for the light that I bring. The light and the truth. Let me in, they will say."
David's eyes open and he looks at the camera again.
"And I'll enter their hearts and their minds and they will praise me. There's nothing you can do about that Billy. In that cage, I'll snatch the very soul out of your body. And you too, will kneel."
The camera starts to slowly back up as David stares intently into it. After a few seconds, the scene slowly fades out to black.
