"Reverend.......

While ninety nine percent of what you said mimics the bible in the sense that it was complete horseshit, I do have a few things to address before I proceed. I will begin with your FIRST shoot against me, as that one set the tone for stupidity and hardheadedness.

You have so many words against me, so many accusations. It struck me, it did. You mentioned the kids in the house with the shit covered floor and the stale bread. You talked about the 'evil' men bombing towns and killing civilians. You talk about how little old me whines about the love of my life, my friends death---how I have never experienced any of these injustices we see around the world. That is true. I can only talk about things I have done and seen. But may I ask you----what kind of god would allow these kind of travesties to take place? What kind of 'god' claims that we are all made in his image and he loves us yet he allows this world to deteriorate this into what it has become? We are made in his image?

......You are made in his image.......

A false, fake, phony and patronizing cockbag who collects money and doesn't allow his priests to get married but turns a cold shoulder when they take their sexual frustration out on children---male children.

You haven't seen the light because the light is far far too bright. It has blinded you, Reverend. It has led you down a path of deceit. And I am glad your lord has sent you back here to X dubya.....so I can kick your head off your shoulders and send you down to hell where you belong.

So yes, I burnt that church down. And I would do it again. That church stood for lies and spread nothing but judgement and hate. It told you how to live your life and warned you about a life of hell-fire and brimstone and pain and destruction if you didn't live up to it's standards.

“For Human anger,” he said, “Does not produce the righteousness that God desires.” James 1:20.

That's the funny thing. God loves us all but if we don't live up to everything on his invisible checklist, we will be banished and punished. That is not a guy who is a leader---that is a guy who sounds like a spoiled toddler who will throw a fit if he doesn't get his way.....

....fitting, seeing the little bitch you have become.

"Every religion has their own name, their own belief, in a being known as 'god'. Christians hate Muslims for worshiping a being known as Allah. And Muslims the same for Christians, for their 'god'. What they fail to realize is that Allah is the same figure, the same being, the same invisible man in the sky just with a different name. A different language. More blood has been shed, and more people have been killed, in the 'name of god' than for any other reason on the planet throughout history. Look at Gaza.....that country the size of Rhode Island is torn apart because Jews and Muslims both consider that barren wasteland 'holy'. Do you think that God, if there is one, would want that? Fighting over his affection? If so, then your 'god' is a diva.......

Here is a little piece of knowledge for you, Mr. Waters.....

Jesus, the son of this invisible man, is the most quoted prophet in the Qur'an. That evil and unholy book that is slandered as being a book of blood and hate has YOUR savior as its number 1 quoted.......how ironic is that?

I don't think you religious nuts really know what you want. You just want people to pay attention to you. You just want people to care. Well---I care about ONE thing. ME. I care about winning the Savage Title and being the best I can. God never did anything for me---and never will. I am successful on my own, and when I drop you down to the mat Wednesday night with the equalizer......you will look up at your so called god in the fluorescent lights and you can ask him....why me....why now.........and see if he responds. When I pin you 1....2...3......see if he is there for you then, when you need him most.....

I guarantee you will be disappointed.

So Mr. Waters......

You may have lived a life of sin before but I live a life of sin now. And I like it. It works for me. Your little taunts and insults, I brush them off. You can take shots all you want about dick size and homosexuality....but realize this.....I have done more here in a short time than you have in your entire career. I have accomplished more and have caused and created more chaos here in a short period of time than you have in your entire life. My match with Dillinger was an instant classic. My match with Isabella, a classic. I have rocked and dismantled everyone put in front of me. Sure, the "half-sized, half witted rapist" hasn't put me against top competition night in and night out---but the truth is I took them apart. These are still some of the best wrestlers on the planet and made them look silly. Where was god for them? I bet you will say they were vagrants and sinners. I bet your excuse will be that they were being punished. You are right. I punished them. I AM GOD. At least here. I have taken this company by storm and parted it like the Red Sea......

.....and I will be the one to take out your buddy Scully, too, and win the Universal Title.

In this business, you are only as good as the gold you hold. You are judged by your wins, and judged by your losses. I am a force here---and I cannot be stopped. Do you think that in the most personal match in my career I will let some self righteous jesus freak take a chunk outta my ass? You gotta be as delusional as the scriptures you study.

I am main eventing Savage now two weeks in a row. In the wise words of Billy Joel, I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints.....the sinners are much more fun. Only the good die young.

Your 'god' told Peter: “The day of the Lord will come like a thief in the night. The heavens will disappear with a roar; the elements will be destroyed by fire, and the earth and everything done in it will be laid bare.”

That fits me so well, I am glad you chose that passage. I lay to waist everyone who steps in my path, and you are no exception. I will scortch the earth like a terrible plague and burn the every fiber of this shit-hole we call a planet to its very core. The ONLY thing you said of any merit in your entire rant was about Luna being pathetic. She is. She is a whiny pathetic little cunt. But, she gave me a good match. Call it a stumble on my end...but it was a good match. You---you are not, will not be, and cannot fathom being on my level. I will bring your big ego down to the level of all of those who have stood before me.....

I will equalize you...."

The camera panned into focus.....Chris sat alone on a stool in the middle of a boiler room deep in the bowels of the arena's basement........

"I will equalize you."

CONTINUED FROM PART 1

...The fire sizzled and crackled as Chris laid on the grass. His head spun, his eyes blurred, the blaze ravaging the place of worship burned only half as hot as the fire raging up from his damaged soul.

The sirens of the Tampa Fire Department blared like hells infinite organs. They were loud, as if they were right on top of him.......He watched as part of the top of the structure crumbled........it was the last sight he saw before it all went black.

......His eye's stung, but they opened. Oh, why did they have to open? He wanted to die out there in that field. He noticed he was in a room, dimly lit, and his head was bandaged.

"Whe---where am I" he choked out. His throat felt as though he had inhaled all the world's smoke and soot.

"You are at my house" a voice rang out from the other room.

Who the fuck?

An older man, dressed in a black windbreaker and sweat pants walked in, holding a bottle of water. He handed it to Chris.

"I am Bruce Kehn. I own the fighting dojo you have been going to. There is a lot of buzz surrounding you, you know."

Chris took a gulp of the cold water. Every swallow hurt.

"You have a lot of potential, kid. You are one of the best natural fighters I have ever seen. I refused to let another talented kid get roped into the crap that the streets of Tampa bring.....so I brought you here. You do me no good in jail."

"I don't want to fight. I don't even want to live. I have my life taken from me, Mr. Kehn."

"Please, call me Bruce".

"Bruce....I need to leave here. I need to go home--go somewhere."

The older man sat down across from Chris.

"I need to get Nicole back. I need to find her. I can't stay here."

Bruce shook his head.

"You burned down a church. You obviously in the wrong state of mind. You need to take that internal frusteration out on a speed bag......I can turn you into something. Everything you feel for this girl...this Nic--"

"NICOLE" he shot out, trying to get up. Bruce pushed him back down.

"Yes, her. You need to take it out a different way."

Chris noticed the blinged out cross pendant on the older mans neck.

"Are you religious, Bruce?"

"I am....Chris. But that doesn't mean that I judge you. It means that I have come to terms with who I am. I want to help you. But first you need to help yourself."

He handed Chris a pair of boxing gloves.

"Rest up. We will begin training in the morning."

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A few months had passed. It was now Winter, around Christmas. Chris had become the number 1 fighter in the 18 and under boxing league on the entire Gulf Coast in just a few short months....and his football team had won a state title. Things were looking up for him, but he didn't care. All he wanted was Nicole. His friend was dead because of him---his family wouldn't be having a Christmas. Because of him.

He laid in his bed with the windows open. He listened to the rain. The rain was so soothing. The pitter patter on the roof, the way it hit the ground with a crunch.....it somehow made him feel better.

His thoughts drifted to the conversation he had just last night. Nicole was home from wherever the fuck she was sent to---but he wasn't allowed to see her. Her parents had kept her on a short leash. He wasn't allowed within 500 feet of her property. He left her gifts at her front door. Hopefully she got them.

"I want to come be with you." She said, he still remembered her voice. It had been so long since he had heard it. But it sounded flat, as if she had recently been crying.

"I want you to help me run away. I will come to you. I know its on the other side of the city but I will get there, and we will go away together."

Chris loved the sound of this. They would go away. Far, far away from Tampa, Florida.

"Help me write the note?" she asked. "You are good with words, and I don't know what to write." Oh the sound of young love. She was going to leave tonight. She was going to come to him. They were going to go away.

...Far away.

He told her what to write. As far as he knew, she copied it word for word. They hung up, she would see him tonight. He stayed up as long as he could. He would hold her soon, hold her until the sun came up. They would leave at dawn. Go somewhere....

His sleep was broken by the shrill screech of his cell phone.

Nicole.

Home phone.

Oh no.

Before he could even say hello he heard Nicole on the other line---and she sounded frantic.

They are trying to send me back! THEY ARE GONNA SEND ME BACK!"

---Nicole had mentioned in their convo that she was going to be on her best behavior because there was a chance they would let her stay home, that she would be "reformed".

"CHRIS! HELLLP! THEY ARE GONNA SEND ME BACK! THEY ARE--"

She was hysterical. He had never heard her like this.

"Nicole, stay calm. It will be okay. I will come to get you. It will all be fine."

"NO!!!! THERE IS NO TIME! AAARRREFGHHH"---there sounded like a scuffle on the phone. It lasted close to 1o seconds and ended with a thud.

The next voice on the phone was cold, unwavering, bordering on evil.

"Nicole is a little upset right now---"

Her mother. Had she ripped the phone away and thrown her to the floor?

"---and can't talk. Nicole obviously hasn't changed. It is for the best. It is god's will."

Nicole was hysterically screaming in the background.......screaming that she was going back.

The line went dead after that.

Chris didn't know what else to do. He hated cops, but he had to so SOMETHING. He dialed the Palm Harbor Police and gave them the address. The rest of the evening he sat, biting his nails until his fingers bled.

When police followed up with him, they told him that when they got there Nicole was still in hysterics. Her mother had told them that she was off her medication and that she just needed her shot.

WHAT THE EVER LOVING MONKEYFUCK

Nicole didn't take medication! She flat out lied to police.

That cunt.

.........Nicole was gone again the next morning. 0 contact. No idea where she was.

......Gone........it was "gods will".

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TO BE CONTINUED..........IN FINAL CHAPTER

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