Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2016 23:40:58 GMT -6
“Behold! My servant whom I uphold, my Anointed One in whom my soul delights!
I have put my Spirit upon him and he will bring forth justice to all people.”
SEVERAL MONTHS AGO - Somewhere in the Sonoran desert
The moment of truth had arrived. Joshua Davidson’s new life was upon him. After years of running from his destiny, he made the decision to embrace his identity and calling. Everything he and his family had endured until now was preparation for this moment. He was to endure a trial of purification, alone, for 40 days. The desires of the flesh had to be curbed. Joshua had to face the incarnation of lust and greed head-on and survive the onslaught.
Joshua took his first step into the hot wasteland. It was also the first step into his calling.
Seven days passed. The burning sun was relentless. Hunger settled in. Joshua was well aware that these two foes would gnaw on him constantly. But he would resist.
Fourteen more days passed. The fast was now taking its toll on his tall body. He was taking slow and unstable steps now. The hot desert breeze salivated at the chance to knock him down on his face. But he resisted.
After 21 days even the smallest pebble made him fall.
On the 28th day, Joshua was teetering between life and death. His emaciated body was beginning to shut down. His mind was lost between reality and insanity.
After 5 weeks, he was left to die by the forces of nature.
On the 40th day, he finally called out to his god. It was near dusk.
Joshua DAVIDSON: “My...my LORD!”
The escape of those two simple words hurt like hell. Even his vocal chords were now dry.
Joshua DAVIDSON: “My… trial… has… overtaken… me. I… am… near… death. Receive… my… spirit… and end… my… ordeal.”
Almost on cue, a dark shadow approached him as he laid on the side of a mountain peak. The shadow sauntered like a rattlesnake on the sand. Joshua raised his head as the shadow stopped in front of him. It suddenly began to take form and take on flesh. In seconds the shadow became a beautiful blonde woman minus clothing. Joshua dropped his head into his chest in exasperation.
Joshua DAVIDSON: “Leave… me… alone… Evil One.”
The woman looked around with a sinister smile on her face.
WOMAN: “Are you talking to me, Son of David?”
At the sound of the title Joshua looked up with weary eyes and stared at the blonde beauty. Her voice was sensually authoritative. She was now clothed in a red with black trim bustier, matching panties and garter belt, black stockings, red stilettos, and pair of red horns. The woman face was brilliant in the sunlight. It was like staring into the face of an angel.
Joshua DAVIDSON: “I said… LEAVE… ME… ALONE!”
The woman took couple steps closer to Joshua and crouched down in front of him with evil intent.
WOMAN: “You don’t get it do you, Joshua? The forty days of fasting out here? They weren’t the trial. I AM THE TRIAL! And your god? What kind of a god sends his ‘anointed one’ into a desert to starve himself to death to prove he’s up to some unwinnable mission? Please! Do yourself a favor! Let it go. Walk away. It’s not worth it.”
Joshua lowered his eyes as the conflict planted by the woman began to sprout.
Joshua DAVIDSON: “I… I know… who… you are.”
The woman laughed mockingly.
WOMAN: “Oh really? Then you know I’m here to set you free from all this torture, baby!”
The woman reached out and wrapped her arms around him. She then picked up a small boulder that lay beside her and placed it in front of Joshua’s face. It mysteriously changed in her hands into a steaming baguette roll.
WOMAN: “Mmmmm. Can you smell that, Joshua? Freshly baked bread.”
The aroma was as intoxicating as the beauty of Joshua’s enemy.
WOMAN: “Come on, honey, I know you’re starving. Your god hasn’t provided you with anything but rain water in the last 40 days. Stop torturing yourself. Screw him! Take a small bite of this baguette and be done with all this!”
Every part of Joshua wanted to grab the baguette out of the woman’s hand and sink his teeth into it. His body was famished and she was right: his god was silent. Yet the prophetic words of the Deliverer echoed in his mind.
Joshua DAVIDSON: “It is written… humanity… cannot live by food alone. We need… the sustenance… of the Creator.”
The woman scowled in disgust and tossed the baguette aside. As soon as the bread roll touched the ground it returned to its original state as it knocked loudly against other rocks. The woman took Joshua by the shoulders and easily lifted him up to his feet. The world around him spun as he tried to regain his bearings. When the spinning stopped, Joshua and the woman were atop the Stratosphere in Las Vegas, Nevada. The Strip was alive with flowing nightlife and the lights below made Joshua lightheaded.
WOMAN: “I hope you’re not afraid of heights, Joshua!”
The woman beamed with glee as she presented him with the vastness of Sin City. Joshua looked down at world below him but he was too exhausted to react.
WOMAN: “Don’t be such a party-pooper. This is where you come to get reinvigorated in all the pleasures of human life! I bet you we can garnish all the attention your god wants you to do in your mission all in one swoop if you throw yourself down from here and force him to send his nosy little angels to catch you before you go splat. It would be the show of a lifetime! You’d put that charlatan freak Criss Angel to shame! Isn’t it written that the Anointed One would be delivered from anything that could derail his mission?”
There was pride in the woman’s words. It was like she knew personally what she was offering Joshua. Entitlement. The bane of all great people who fall. There was a glimmer of anger in Joshua’s eyes that strengthened him momentarily.
Joshua DAVIDSON: “It is also written… don’t test the LORD!”
The woman growled in frustration and swung an arm in the air. The wave of her hand changed the location and they were now atop a high peak that overlooked multiple cities. She let Joshua go expecting him to fall to his knees but unexpectedly he had his feet under him. The woman presented the vast horizon to Joshua like a salesperson showing an eager customer her inventory.
WOMAN: “You’ve rejected food. You’ve rejected fame. But I know the human heart so well. I know the desires trapped within the soul. And I grant them daily to those willing to give me back a small token of faithfulness. You can have everything I’ve offered you, plus power and money, if you will do one… simple… thing.”
The woman inhaled seductively and pressed out her ample bosoms. Joshua could not look away as the blonde vixen put them near his face as she bit her lower lip.
WOMAN: “Worship me, Joshua. Take me and make me yours! Make me climax and I will give you everything you could ever dream of!”
The woman was beyond beautiful. He wanted her. Her body called out to his. Joshua looked away.
WOMAN: “Come on, baby, you know you want me. Take me. Embrace my gift!”
Joshua slowly turned his head back toward her. There was a shine in his eyes that revealed that a choice had been made. The woman grinned in anticipation as the thought of Joshua succumbing aroused her. Then in an powerful and resolute tone, Joshua yelled out at her.
Joshua DAVIDSON: “BE GONE, DEVIL!”
The woman’s mouth was agape. She was in complete shock. A grimace came over the temptress as Joshua was filled with strength. She screamed out to the heavens.
WOMAN: “DAMN YOU, CREATOR!
A weak but confident smirk formed on Joshua’s face.
Joshua DAVIDSON: "It is written: You shall worship and serve the LORD alone."
The woman screamed again and returned to her previous dark shadowy form. Joshua felt the rage and bitterness that emanated from it.
DEVIL: "You are a fool, Joshua Davidson! I offered you fame, fortune, and power. You wouldn’t need to work for anything in your wrestling career. I would’ve given you all the championships, all the women, all the glory, right now! But instead you choose to walk your god’s path and be his light without ease. Believe me, your mission will fail! Wrestling is not in search of a rebirth! The wrestlers today don't care about redemption! They don't even care if the LORD exists or not!"
Joshua stood up straight, renewed in supernatural strength.
Joshua DAVIDSON: "You are wrong, Evil One. Soon you will see the LORD’s Anointed One sitting at the right hand of glory just as it was meant to be… one match at a time. Yes, I am Yeshua bar David, Joshua the Son of David. I am ‘The Saint’ Joshua Davidson. But most of all, I AM THE REBIRTH OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING!"
Defeated, the devil vanished. Joshua dropped to his knees, completely spent of human strength, but rejoicing. He was alone once again. The blazing heat of the sun was gone. There was coolness in the air. Opening his bloodshot eyes wide, the Saint saw to two figures of light. They approached him and gave him food and water to drink. As Joshua sat replenishing his strength, the physical wounds of his ordeal began heal and a fatherly voice echoed in the mountains.
VOICE: “You are my Anointed One. With you I am well pleased. NOW GO! Your mission of justice awaits!”
Indeed the time had come. Evil in professional wrestling had gone unchallenged far too long. It was time someone showed it otherwise. Justice was dawning.
Joshua dusted himself off and began walking towards the nearest town. He was ready. The battle for wrestling's soul had begun.
Joshua DAVIDSON: "HONOR WRESTLING… #THE SAINT IS COMING!”