We come in to see the bright ocean blue eyes of Mother Mavis Shepherd as it spins around slowly.  There is a glint of joy in her eyes while we circle and pan out ever so slowly.  Light piano music plays, leading into “Mad World” by Gary Jules. Mavis is lying out on a white bedspread, clearly unmade.  She is wearing a matching robe that opens ever so slightly to see a lacy bra underneath.  Her pupils are dilated wide as the morning sun peaks in through the window.  A glass of bourbon is half empty on the nightstand next to a prescription bottle than is nearly empty.  Mavis lowers a cigarette to her lips and takes a long, poignant draw from it.  She effortlessly inhales and exhales it a la Jessica Lange in literally anything she plays in.  The scenario is drowned out in quiet other than the music until-

Esther:  Mom!  MOM!

A young Esther and David Shepherd come crashing into the door in a race to tell their mother something that seems rather urgent.  She lowers her cigarette to her lips again and draws in.

David:  You fucking tattle tail!  Learn to shut your damn mouth.

Esther:  But mom!  I just caught David in his room with a marijuana cigarette!

Mavis blows out a cloud of smoke to the side of her lips before bringing her free hand up to shield her eyes from the morning sun like she just now sees it.

Mavis:  Esther, honey, mommy is trying to relax.  Can you do me a favor?

Esther comes to the edge of the bed, then scoots up next to Mavis.  David folds his arms over his chest and watches, contempt in his eyes.

Esther:  Yes mom.  What?

Mavis turns over slowly like it was the most inconvenient thing.

Mavis:  Can you keep your mouth shut until mommy’s ready to deal with it?  It’s still early.

Esther:  But David was-

Mavis groans and struggles to sit up in bed.  She looks over to David who makes no attempt to hidef.  She then looks over to Esther.

Mavis:  Look, honey, I’m just gonna be honest with you.  I’d much rather whoop your ass for disturbing my rest than have to police your brother who is just bound and determined to become like your deadbeat father.  So do me a favor and go into David’s room, pick up that “marijuana cigarette” and put it to your lips.  Find a lighter and light it up so that you can chill the fuck out, little girl.

David laughs loudly.

David:  Hell yeah!

Esther:  But I’m only 12!

Mavis:  And so was your redneck father when he was doing much worse than that.  Don’t make me paddle you.  Do as mommy says.  And David, would you help your sister with that?

Esther gets out of bed, receiving a pop on her backside anyway.  She cries out and holds onto her backside and goes to join David in the hallway.  As the kids disappear, Mavis’s phone begins ringing.  She picks up a bottle of Motrin and a bottle of Alieve and she mixes them up in a certain way, with the bourbon before picking up her phone.

Mavis:  Are you fucking kidding me?

Mavis growls and she answers the phone with much more animosity than she had before..

Mavis:  What the hell do you want, Gerald?  It’s bad enough you leave me with these two fucking impossible children who have zero respect, but you call at ten in the morning?

Gerald:  It’s a school day, Mavis.  Why aren’t the kids at school right now?  You’re not back on the bean, are you?

Mavis:  No!  I went to the doctor and got a script to handle that.  You know I got back pains something fierce.  I just couldn’t deal with waking their asses up this morning.

There is a silence from Gerald as Mavis puts on pants.  She drops the robe to the ground and pulls a blouse out of her closet to slide over herself.  She walks over to her vanity and she brushes out her long blonde hair without moving the phone.

Gerald:  You’re the one who wanted full custody of the children, pumpkin.  I offered to help but you told me-

Together:  You’re a piece of shit, and the sooner our children get away from you, the better.

Mavis laughs while remembering that.  But it is not the kind of laugh that makes Gerald’s case any better.  She shakes her head partly to get a knot out of her hair and partly as a response to her husband.

Mavis:  And I fucking meant it, Gerald.  You’re a raging alcoholic with a hot head.  You talk about PTSD from Afghanistan but I think you’re just a pansy who is trying to make excuses for being a jackass.  You’re rubbing off on the children, you know.  Esther just told me that David was smoking crack cocaine, or herron, or something.  That’s got Daddy Shepherd written all over it.

Gerald:  Oh, and let me guess.  You told her to leave you alone and go light up the pipe so she can chill the fuck out, right?  Because not dealing with literally anything is definitely the Mommy Dearest Shepherd way of life.

Mavis thinks about it for a second with a guilty expression crossing over her face.  She holds her brush still in full extension with the knot in her brush.  After a few blinks she gives a sigh to Gerald.

Mavis:  No.  Of course not!  Now if you just called to talk about what a bad momma I been, then you can just can it like momma’s famous boysenberry preserves, Gerald Shepherd.  I ain’t got no time for your nonsense.  I got an interview at the Maxi Mart down the street with benefits and everything.  They don’t offer family but if I become a shift manager then it’s on the table. I don’t need your negativity ruinin’ my life any further than it already has.

Gerald:  That’s the first good thing you’ve done as a mother aside from birthing them into this cruel fucking world.  Congratulations.

Mavis:  Tell Ginny to come sit on your face, you know, the way I found you two before I moved out, because I ain’t got time for your mouth.  Goodbye.

And with that, Mavis hangs up the phone and finishes getting her hair brushed out.  She sits down and puts on her makeup when “Spirit In the Sky” by Norman Greenbaum plays on the radio.  It strikes her as funny because she had always had rather negative opinions of the song but it always seemed to find her at the most ironic of times. It was always a warning, or a sign that something good was coming her way.  Definitely not from a God who had clearly forsaken her a long, long time ago.  She smiles despite it all and begins whistling along as she walks out of the door.

An hour later

Mavis sits down in a corner of a small town convenience market store. She rests on a wooden bench with her purse in her lap.  She looks entirely different from how she looked earlier like it had taken her hours to prepare herself this way rather than just minutes.  She watches as an elderly lady walks by with a few bananas and a handful of grapes that she is picking at slowly.  Meanwhile in the larger part of her cart is full of soup cans.  Mavis smiles from her cheeks.

Mavis: Stocking up on sale items is the smart way to go about it, hun.

The woman looks down at her cart and then back to Mavis with confusion on her face.  She stares down and starts to walk away while talking under her breath but loud enough for Mavis to hear.

Woman:  These ain’t on sale. I just really like soup you judgmental bitch.

Mavis is about to say something when the door to the manager’s office opens up.  Her hand over her chest, she stands up to greet him.  It is a man in his late thirties or early forties in a light blue shirt and darker blue tie.  His slacks are the same color as his tie and his shoes are shiny.  His rolled up sleeves give Mavis a glance at his not-too-toned-but-not-a-whimpy-guy physique.  His five o’clock shadow and radiant green eyes seem to melt Mavis when she takes a step forward.

Man:  Mavis Shepherd?  Pleasure to meet ya.

He extends his hand toward Mavis, and she gently takes it.  She gives him a wry smile and they begin walking.  He pulls out the seat for Mavis, and she can’t help but think that this might be the kindest a man has been to her in ages.  He takes the seat across from her and he notices his nameplate says Neal Richards.

Mavis:  Thank you kindly for seeing me, Mr. Richards.

Neal:  Please.  Everyone ‘round here calls me Neal.  Don’t see why we can’t keep it going?

Mavis:  Thank you, Neal.  I appreciate the opportunity.

Neal smiles and those teeth are unnaturally white and almost angelic.  Mavis puts her lips together to stop from smiling.  He brushes his chestnut hair out of his face.  She notices no wedding ring and no family pictures except the picture of a chocolate labrador.  While he reads over Mavis’s application, she continues to study his handsome features.  He nods his head.  She notices the dark blue circles around the emerald green irises now.

Neal:  I see a very lengthy gap in your employment history.  Almost fifteen years?

Mavis:  Yes.  My husband.  Ex-husband was deployed over Afghanistan for a while.  He came back all kinds of banged up on the inside and out.  I had to take care of my son, and the military compensated enough where I could focus on him, and later, my daughter.  And you know the story.  Once a woman heals an injured man, he walks out for younger.

Neal reaches across the desk and places his hand thoughtfully on Mavis’s hand.  She gives the top of his hand a rub with her thumb.

Neal:  Awfully sorry to hear that.  Good news is you seem to have a lot of experience with a cash register. My memory’s like an elephant. I remember those days, right here in this very market, when you had to use your noggin to make change.  If a bill is 37.66 and a customer gives ya fifty, what’s the change?

Mavis:  If I mark that bill to make sure it ain’t counterfeit and it passes, I’ll hold that sucker up to the light and check for the face.  If all’s right with it, then the change is $12.34.

Mavis winks and takes pride in her quick thinking.  Neal goes as far as to reach across the desk to give Mavis a high five and she accepts.

Neal:  Bang up job, Mavis.  See I got a soft spot for single mom’s raisin’ their kids on their lonesome.  And with them mathematics, I’m inclined to offer you a cashier position.  But I can see ya quickly becoming my right hand.  No bull neither.

Mavis gasps.  She didn’t expect it to be that easy.  “That silly Norman Greenbaum song must’ve been right yet again!”  She shakes hands with Neal, who pulls out a piece of paper and hands it to Mavis.

Neal:  Just gotta get you familiar with the store first.  Go over some policies.  But first, we gotta make sure ya drop clean for insurance purposes.

Mavis looks down at the piece of paper requesting charges for all labs be sent directly to Maxi Mart LLC.  A drug test.  The one thing that Mavis was not prepared for given the last time she worked such a job was over twenty years ago.  She forces a smile on her face and stands up from the desk.  She shakes Neal’s eager hand, but everything else is a blur until she gets to the front line.  It’s like everyone stops and looks at her and only her.  She walks to the door and as soon as it opens, she raises her hand to her eye and wipes away the tears that start coming.  She tosses the paper right into the garbage and hides her cries from the freeway traffic zooming by.  She gets into her car and fully breaks down.


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There is nothing but darkness.  Well, at first anyway.  Then, there is the sound of guttural retching that seems to echo off of the walls.  It’s almost demonic really.  After a few of these, a door opens and a blinding white light washes over Mavis, who is tied down to a bed.  Her makeup has ran so much that it looks like her face is melting away.  She looks up only as long as her stomach can hold out.  She buries her face back into a large bucket next to the bed.  Her surroundings are that of a creaky wooden floor, worn down and torn wallpaper, boarded up windows that are covered in dust so much that you can’t even tell that it’s high noon.  Mavis lifts her head back up and she all but hisses at Gerald.

Mavis:  You sadistic sonuvabitch!  You untie me right now, Gerald!

Gerald walks into the room.  His light blue suit jacket and white shirt are much more akin to what we know of him today.  However his hair is less gray and more shaggy than we are used to.  He walks over to the bedside, his loafers shining in the little bit of light coming from the door.  That clack against the creaky floorboards until he comes to a stop and leans down next to her.  He takes her hand in his, but she is quick to rip it away from him.

Mavis:  Don’t!

Gerald:  My love, my love.  This is the only way to make amends for everything I done to you in the past.

Mavis:  You cruel bastard!  I should be in a goddamn hospital! Not tied to a bed inside of an abandoned hillside church in the middle uh nowhere-

Mavis stops and wretches again into the bucket.  Gerald reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cool bottle of water.  Mavis stops her protesting and she opens her mouth, her dry and cracked lips expand as much as they can without cracking any further.  Gerald pours the water into her mouth.

Gerald:  We must be strong, darlin’.  For our love is honored by Him.  For all our faults, we were united under Him and His blessing.  Thank Him for our parents insisting we do right by the Lord.  For that is the only way we can be saved.

Mavis:  What the hell are you talkin’ about, Gerald?  I’m dyin’ here.

Gerald:  He won’t let you.  I won’t let you.  I done withdrawled enough to know how to handle this.  Plenty of fluids.  Once your stomach settles some, lots of sugar, nutrients, healthy fats.  You’ll be good as He intended you to be in no time flat.

Mavis:  Who?  Who is He?

Gerald chuckles under his breath.  He then rubs Mavis’s forehead and moves her hair out of her face.  He looks down into her desperately pleading eyes and then kisses her forehead.

Gerald:  Why, the one and only true Almighty God Himself, my angel.  If not for him, I’d be dead in a motel with a needle stickin’ outta my arm for a week before someone would find me.  He led me to you once.  And then He led me back to you.  He deserves our devotion.

Mavis:  What are you talking about?  You’re doin’ this just because you found God?  How long is this gonna last?  As long as your first, second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, or seventh run at sobriety?  Then you’re back to slappin’ me around until I can help you cough up enough for your next fix?  Then you can slap me around until I break my sobriety that you’re nearly killin’ me to get, so that I’ll sit down and use with you?  You need a doctor, Gerald!  We both do right now!

Mavis whines before burying her head and retching up a lot of the water she’d just consumed.  Gerald picks up a cloth and dabs at her mouth and chin to give her at least some dignity.  He sets the rag down and then reaches into his other jacket pocket.  He pulls out a brown leather bound book with a cattle brand style imprint that reads “The Good Book”.  He opens it up and thumbs through a few pages.

Gerald:  I spoke with a young author and motivational speaker a few weeks back and we come up with some mighty fine cliff notes for the Divine Word.  Figured some of it might help you get through this dark time.  I know writing it helped me to find what truly mattered in life.  And it helped me put things into perspective.  Plus, David and Ginny seem to be hitting things off pretty darn good.

Mavis:  That whore fucked my husband and now she’s going after my son???

Mavis asks this loud and with a shriek to her voice.  Gerald pinches the bridge of his nose to help tune out her demons being exorcised from her body.  Gerald chooses to be understanding and not to speak further on this.

Gerald:  I noticed many places within the Holy Bible where it mentions that women are to remain humble.  They are not to speak unless spoken to.  They are to cover their heads when in the presence of God, for they are not strong enough to handle His awesome glory.  The husband reigns supreme.  Now, that seems kinda harsh, but I see the point to it all.

Mavis:  Yeah, I’m sure you do, you fragile ego havin’ dickhead!

Gerald:  My point exactly, darlin’.  Women are fueled by emotions and hormones.  It ain’t your fault.  It’s the way you was designed and it is the curse that Eve put upon you.  Don’t make me love you no less, but facts is facts, sweetheart.  Men think more rationally.  We’re able to make decisions without getting all butthurt over stuff.  It comes with havin’ a penis I reckon.  Women are great mothers, teachers, caregivers, chefs, dry cleaners, secretaries.  Things that call for estrogen.  I mean, Eve did bring Adam the apple, did she not?

Mavis groans in pure agony, wanting nothing more than to reach across the beg and slap the ever lovin’ piss out of Gerald.  But she’s fifty shades of tied up at the moment so she can’t.  And she’s forced to endure this speech.  The more she fights it, the longer it’s going to take so she nods her head.

Gerald:  Right.  So it stands to reason that since the original sin was woman’s fault that they should serve the one who was created in His image to begin with.  I know this seems cruel and mean and I’m sure you’re gonna hate me for a while, but I know what’s best for you.  What’s best for this family.  Tough love is what it’s gonna take to save us.  And that’s gonna be hardest on me.  But if we learn this book backwards and frontwards, I guarantee that we will come out stronger and happier than ever.  A family that prays together, stays together.

Mavis nods her head and Gerald can’t see it but she’s really not even listening right now.  Her misery is consuming her and she wants nothing more than to just roll over and die.  She rolls over as far as the binding ropes will allow her to.  Just then, Virginia Mae Putnam enters the room with a sick grin on her face.  She saunters over to Mavis and sits down on the bed.

Virginia:  Don’t worry, hun.  We’re gonna get through this. Together.

Mavis retches into the bucket as Gerald gives a nod and pats Ginny on the shoulder.

Gerald:  Amen.

Gerald moves to the door where he soon takes his leave and the feed fades out.


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Friday March 6th, 2020
245 Sauchiehall St: Glasgow, Scotland
Taco Bell

It is a cool, crisp day in Glasgow this afternoon as the sun peeks out from behind the clouds.  This seems to cast a ray of light upon the first ever Taco Bell in Scotland that gives it a radiant light.  We can see a black SUV pull up to the front door and turn on it’s hazard lights.  An irate blonde woman in sunglasses and her Sunday finest steps out of the driver’s seat on the left side, carrying a Taco Bell bag in her hand.  She marches right up to the door and opens it up.  She steps to the front of the line despite much protest.

Mavis:  I demand to speak to a manager about one of your employees.

Worker:  I’m sorry, but there is a line.

Mavis sets the bag down upon the counter and lowers her sunglasses.

Mavis:  I’m sorry, but I don’t care.  Now, I do not know how health code violations work in the United Kingdom, but I’m sure our birthing nation has some kind of rules against what is in this bag.

The worker pauses and looks at Mavis who doesn’t change her tone one bit.  The worker nods her head at Mavis.

Worker:  Just one moment, please.

She speaks into a headset softly, but it is understood that she is calling for a man by the name of Gareth.  Within a few moments, a man with frosted blonde hair and glasses that help to define his emerald green eyes and his soft nose steps out from the back.  Mavis scoffs and picks up the bag as they move down to the empty end of the counter.

Gareth:  I would first like to apologize for anything that might give you pause about our establishment.  What are your concerns, miss-

Mavis:  Shepherd.  Mavis Shepherd.  I wanted to speak to you about this-

Mavis reaches into the bag and pulls out a normal appearing soft taco supreme and she unwraps it to set it on the counter.  She then taps her foot impatiently as Gareth looks at it for a second.

Gareth:  I don’t see anything out of the ordinary here.

Mavis:  Well that’s just great.  I wasn’t aware that an employee’s hair was a Scottish delicacy.  Right next to haggis in a can?  Or cold, flavorless porridge?  I entered this establishment hoping for a taste of home while I’m in this God forsaken land of fairies and elf lore.

Gareth:  Ma’am I do apologize.  I didn’t see the hair that you’re speaking of.

Mavis:  Oh, no?  You might want to get your glasses updated, Garrett.

He goes to correct Mavis, but she doesn’t give him the chance.  She pulls out a long brunette hair and holds it up to the light.  A couple of the customers in line see this and groan before exiting the restaurant, disgusted.  Gareth looks at the hair and quickly tries to keep the matter hush hush.

Gareth:  I do greatly apologize for this and I assure you that we will do everything in our power to make this right.  We’ll give you free menu items and remake your taco.

Mavis:  I want her fired!

Gareth gives pause as he looks around to see the reaction Mavis is getting from the customers.  She folds her arms over her chest and continues to tap her foot.

Gareth:  Do you happen to remember what this employee looks like?

Mavis:  Oh, I can do you one better, Ganache!  Her name is Sierra Williams!

Gareth sighs as he goes through the motions of what his options are until something strikes him funny.

Gareth:  There is no one employed here by that name.

Mavis:  Ohhhhh, don’t you treat me like I’m a dumb customer!  I am an American, and I demand respect, as one of God’s most holy soldiers. I might be a woman, but I know how to read.  It’s the 21st century!  She spoke of seeking employment at Taco Bell because her career is going down the drain!

Gareth:  With all due respect, that doesn’t mean that she’s employed at this location.

Mavis shakes her head now.

Mavis:  And now you’re calling me a liar.  I will have the queen order your head right off!  Watching Sierra lately has become sad.  She’s always been an angry, bitter woman with very little self respect, but having to sling tacos just to pay the bills?  It’s an all-time low for her and she’s lashing out.

Gareth is about to interrupt her but Mavis simply won’t allow it.

Mavis:  My family prays for her.  We really do.  With a few years of proper training inside of the ring, she could possibly hold a real championship like the Heavenly Tag Team Championships, or the Bombshell Roulette Championship.  But for her to lash out at me personally is just unacceptable.  I hate to mess with someone’s livelihood like this, but I’m just left with no choice.  Something needs to be done about this woman.

Gareth takes a deep breath and prepares to correct Mavis once again, but once again she won’t let him.

Mavis:  God tells us that we reap what we sow.  And as unfortunate as that might be, I have to uphold His Holy Law wherever I go.  And Sierra will not learn until she’s been held accountable for her actions, such as the hair in my food, along with the spit, and the dust bunnies.

Mavis opens up the taco and reveals all of these things to be present.  The rest of the customers in line leave, and a few people who are already eating or have just finished begin retching.  One man even goes to the nearby trashcan and vomits.  Mavis closes the taco gently and then continues on.

Mavis:  It’s childish.  We were supposed to have a match this Sunday in Hamilton as part of the Blast From the Past tournament in SCW.  I thought it was just business, but she’s gone and made it personal with her childish acts.  I tell you, I will not tolerate it.  It has now become personal, and I will defeat her in the ring, and I will write a review on Yelp about her and this establishment that protects her.

Gareth:  Ma’am, that will not be necessary. I will make sure that she never works in this establishment.

Mavis is too far gone now to even hear him.  She goes as far as to laugh out loud.

Mavis:  And if she thinks that G.R.I.M.E. hooligan is going to be of any help to her, then she is sorely mistaken.  I might not be able to put my hands on him, but I will relish each and every second of pain that Aron Baltasarsson puts Hitamashii through!  Mark my words.  If he thinks that him and his little posse of wannabe gangsters can just walk right over my family by taking our precious Esther away from us, then he and Sierra have got another thing coming.  I assure you that the frustration of not being able to slap that smug look off of Hitamashii’s face is going to fire me up even more than I already am about Sierra and her disrespect toward me.  The disrespect for my family and I ends now!

Mavis turns on her heels and walks toward the door of the restaurant, leaving the manager and cashier in a state of awe and disbelief.  They stare around the now empty establishment and wonder what to do next.

 Glass bottles are heard clanking against one another in darkness.  Someone is trying to move through them but we cannot see who.

December 24th, 2012; 22:56

A light flicks on as we see a scraggly man with dark hair rubbing at his bare chest in the mirror.  He looks down at the bottles at his feet.  Jack Daniels, Jim Beam, Wild Turkey, Jose Cuarvo, Captain Morgan, Crown Royal.  It’s been a mighty blurry Christmas Eve for this man.  He looks into the mirror when he approaches the vanity of the run down apartment in Chicago, Illinois.  The sound of gunfire doesn’t surprise or stir the man.

Man:  Who th-fuck’r you lookin’ at, assfuck?

He stumbles closer, nearly tripping over that damned cheap vodka plastic bottle that his feet dragged this far.  He catches himself on the sink and groans.  His eyes blur, rolling back when he finally focuses again on the mirror.

Man:  Yeah I’m talkin’ to you, fuckface.  I don’t even recognize ya anymore.

A woman can be heard moaning in the bedroom that touches the bathroom directly.  An adolescent voice can be heard on the other side.

David:  You like the way I hit that…

The man bangs on the wall with all of his might, putting a hole in the wall.

Man:  DAVID GODDAMNIT!  Tell that little whore to keep her mouth down!

David:  FUCK YOU OLD MAN!

Man:  FUCK ME?  BOY I WILL DRAG YOU OUT OF THAT ROOM BY THE FUCKING DICK IF YOU DON’T SHOW ME SOME DAMN RESPECT!

Woman:  GERALD, WILL YOU SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH AND LET ME GET SOME GODDAMN SLEEP?  YOU’LL WAKE ESTHER!

Gerald mumbles under his breath as he kicks the bottle against the wall, causing it to ricochet from the wall and into the bathtub.

Gerald:  Ungrateful little fuckers.  It’s not like it’s Christmas Eve or something!  Not like we should be a family, doing family shit together.  Stupid bitch.

Gerald focuses in on his reflection in the mirror and he cackles.

Gerald:  I hate each and every one of you fuckers.  Including………. You.

Gerald points at the reflection in the mirror and laughs even more sinister.  He leans back and headbutts the mirror with everything he’s got in him.  “Jingle Bell Rock” plays over the radio as the girl in the next room moans even more loudly.  Gerald’s head spins and he falls backward, hitting his head on the edge of the bathtub.  His neck goes crack!  The lights in the room start to fade.  Gerald watches it all go away, and a smile comes over his face as he starts to slip away.

Fade

Gerald’s eyes slowly open and he looks around.  The pool of blood where his head once laid is still there, along with the rest of his body.  He looks down for a second until it hits him.

Gerald:  Holy fucking shit!  Am I dead?  About fucking time.

Gerald kicks at his lifeless body and he turns to walk away.  He sees two choices.  Darkness, and light.  He rubs his chin as he tries to decide which way to go.  He can hear the sounds of his favorite strip club.  The smells of his favorite spirits.  The jingling of the keys that his coke dealer always had on his waist like he was all important enough to need so many fucking keys.  The perfume of his mistress.  The sting of his palm from slapping around his family.  To most people, this would be hell.  A reminder of all the wicked that they’ve done in their life.  But for Gerald, this was his heaven.  He starts to walk toward the darkness with a grin the size of the Grand Canyon on his wicked face.

Voice:  You deserve better than that, Gerald Shepherd.

Gerald:  Like hell I do.  I grew up in that life.  That’s who I am, in life, and outside of it.

Gerald takes another step toward the darkness when the voice booms even louder at him.

Voice:  YOU DESERVE BETTER!  YOUR FAMILY DESERVES BETTER!

Gerald:  My wife is a two timing slut.  My son is trying to screw the gay away.  The only one who hasn’t been so fucked up by this life is my little girl.  But trust me, now that I’m gone, her momma and her brother’s gonna take good care of that.

Voice:  Ye of so little faith.  So beaten down by the woes of life as a human.  You think that there’s no hope, but that is because you are weak.

Gerald sneers and turns around to face the light.

Gerald:  Yeah fuck you pal.

But when Gerald sees the blinding flash of white light he stops himself in his tracks.  He gasps and his mouth just hangs wide open.  He tries to talk but he can’t.  He can only get one word to come out right.

Gerald:  Beautiful.

Voice:  I am what you could be, Gerald.  I am the light.  I am everything right in this world, so rare that I manifest as a glorious rainbow of light.  I am the voice of God, his heralded messenger.

Gerald continues to try to talk but he can’t.  He simply falls to his knees and a tear begins to roll down his cheek.

Voice:  Come now child.  Don’t you cry.  In your world, beauty is so rare.  Kindness is scarce.  Blessings are hidden in every missed opportunity.  But the lack of faith causes you to not see it.  This life is not over for you, Gerald.  Not even close.  Your purpose has not yet been fulfilled.

Gerald looks away, because it’s the only way that he can bare to utter a single word.  He calms and speaks.

Gerald:  My purpose is to be another statistic.  Another loser found dead in his bathroom surrounded by empty bottles of booze and pill bottles.  Found only when my wife decides she needs to take a piss and tries to roll my body out of the bathroom.

Voice:  The lack of faith.  It is indeed what He’s been looking for.  The depraved.  The sad.  The spiritually sick.  That is you.  You are the one.

Gerald starts to look up but feels like he has to close his eyes so he stops just short of the angelic face staring at him.

Gerald:  Why does it have to be me?  Why not somebody else who has more faith?

Voice:  Because you are his beloved child.  If he can heal you and your family and bring them to believe in his awesome power, then he is truly capable of anything.  And he’s chosen you.

Gerald:  But it’s so damn hard.  The only one I can even reach is Esther because she’s still so young.  Mavis and David are too far gone.

Voice:  The first step is to go against your hardest challenge.  That is the test of your own inner strength.  Encourage fidelity from your wife.  Rekindle your love, because it is as pure as the snow outside of your window right now.  Foster David, he is not done growing physically, mentally, or spiritually.  Be strict.  Show him that you actually care.  Make them examples to Esther.  You were meant to lead your family, both immediate, and adopted in faith in Jesus Christ.  Do your part, and He will do his.

Gerald looks over at his lifeless body on the ground beside him and he points at it.  However, with a loud snap of the fingers, his eyes shoot open and he sits up gasping when “Jingle Bell Rock” reaches it’s climax.  He pats at the back of his head, feeling the indentation, and the blood from the skin.  The room spins as he stands up.  Mavis is in the doorway.

Mavis:  Thank god, I gotta piss like a sumbitch.

Gerald grabs her by the hair and she begins pleading under her breath until he plants his lips to hers.  She is surprised but falls into it quickly.  She starts to hike up her nightgown, but Gerald lowers it back down, holding onto the back of her neck gently.  Her eyes wander to spot the blood coming from Gerald’s ear.

Mavis:  Fucking shit!  You… your… You need to get to a goddamn hospital.

Gerald:  Why?  I am already healed by His grace.

Mavis:  Who’s grace? Who is Grace?!

Gerald looks up at the ceiling as “Do You Hear What I Hear” plays on the radio.  Mavis shakes her head as Gerald walks through the house, pulling David out of his room as he pulls his pajama bottoms up.  He goes and scoops Esther out of bed, and she protests sleepily as they all walk to the living room.  He sets Esther down on the chair and then plugs in the Christmas tree.  He picks up the first gift and hands it to David, and then Esther, and then Mavis.  They sit there silently as the music plays from David’s room.  The teenaged girl buttons up her blouse as she peeks into the living room.

Girl:  So that’s it?  Not even gonna walk me to the door, David?

Gerald:  By God, if you don’t get outta my home right now, you jezebel, I will too feed you to the dogs!

The girl stares at Gerald and then rolls her eyes.

Girl:  Whatever.  Don’t call me again, David.

Gerald:  He will not, whore!  Leave!

David is about to speak, but Gerald looks down at the gift in his hand.  The three begin to unwrap the gifts, finding at the same time that they are looking at Holy Bibles.  They look to one another as the flashback ends.

---

”Finding yourself through the darkness can be the hardest thing to do.  Finding purpose in the doldrum day to day activities is nearly impossible.  Thank God you don’t have to do it alone.  I am a shining example of what it’s like to hit rock bottom and find your way out of that hole.  You can join me too.  I have been spreading the message of The Good Shepherds throughout SCU for months now.  Of course it is falling on deaf ears.  As our numbers are growing, so is our target.  My family and my congregation are happy to welcome anyone.  Or force them.  We are open to both.

“Griffin Hawkins.  I get the pleasure of facing a fellow Christian.  A man with values.  But a man who watches evil happen and does nothing to stop it.  That’s you.  You’re the man who brought me to Sin City.  It was by your recommendation that I showed up in SCW.  I owe you that but nothing more.  I won’t take it easy on you tonight even as a man of God.

“And on to the man who I don’t respect.  The man who I owe nothing to.  The man who makes a joke of this world and this sport.  Mark “The Dragon” Cross.  I know you more than Griffin but I also know where your loyalties lie.  Selfish little loyalties stringing along an innocent girl.  All for hopes of gold that you aren’t even working for.  You’re split.  That’s not good for your image in the eyes of God, and it’s not good for your pride.  Together with Griffin you’re going to be smited in front of the fans and they will see that the wicked do rest and the righteous will rise.”

 And He said… Let there be light!

Brightness that is almost blinding opens up the scene before dissolving into an overgrown pasture in Tulsa, Oklahoma.  There is a man in a white suit and a powder blue shirt adorned with a white tie.  He has a pin that acts like it is glowing in the amount of sunlight beaming down on him.  His frosty salt and pepper hair and matching goatee gives him away as Father Gerald Shepherd, leader of the congregation known as The Church of the Good Shepherds, or better known to the wrestling world as simply The Good Shepherds.  As the blades dance across his suit, and he gets closer to the camera, he forces a smile from ear to ear.

“Hi and welcome to Tulsa.”

He bellows out in his deep, uninviting voice that sends chills down the spines of any viewer receptive enough to pick up on that.

“What a beautiful day he hath bestowed upon us today.  Tulsa is bright and our eyes can drink in its beauty.  Not every day is as bright as today, but you can always find comfort in His divine word, and that is what I’ve come to you today to tell you.”

Gerald continues to walk through the field and toward a hill.  He stares at it for only a second before returning to the viewers of this info-mercial.

“It may rain, and it may snow.  It may lightning, and you best remember that it will thunder.  But, within the walls that He hath demanded that I build in his honor, for my family to reside in under His eye, and those same walls that are open to the entire congregation, you can be certain that it will be warm, welcoming, and full of His almighty spirit.”

Gerald makes it to the hill and begins to walk up it as the shot angles so to see him as the camera treads uphill backward.

“Since debuting on television, and since meeting with and discussing the gifts which only He may bestow upon us with celebrity and part time wrestler Kenzi Grey, there has been so much interest in the congregation.  So many souls who are tired of being commanded by their own sins. So many hearts who have been looking in all of the wrong places for His love and mercy.  All of them have been coming in to see us, or sending donations to help spread His message, and congregation members have multiplied by thirty-four.  He is waiting to bless you, and He hath blessed me doubly.”

Gerald is becoming a bit out of breath from climbing the tall hill, but he only shows it through a few pants between the occasional word and the slight beads of sweat on his forehead.

“But we have also been asked so many questions.  And the purpose of this video is to help explain what we at The Church of the Good Shepherds are all about.  So hang loose, as the kids say, and watch as I answer the best questions we have received.”

Gerald reaches a set of steps at the top of the hill, and he enters the church quickly.  But before we get a solid view of the inside, the view twists as 80’s style music begins playing in the background, and we switch to see Father Gerald standing on the pulpit in front of what must be close to a hundred people, just from what the camera picks up.

“Who is Father Gerald?  Why, perhaps I am not the best one to answer that question, so please welcome my lovely daughter, Sister Esther Shepherd to answer that for you.”

Sister Esther comes up to the bottom step of the pulpit in an all white dress, very form fitting, with a powder blue blouse underneath it.  Her hands are covered in white gloves, and her best Sunday hat is adorning her head.  She waves as the congregation claps for her.

“Thank you!  My father is a great man.  He is the kindest, most gentle soul that I have ever met.  He is a man of true Godly virtue.  He is a man who has learned from his mistakes.  He is a sinner, just like you and me.  But of course he’s not a sinner like… a herpes infested prostitute who works the corner of Main and 3rd.  Or a rapist who is allowed to roam free due to lack of evidence.  Small things, like being proud of his beautiful daughter, or forgetting to pay taxes for five years.”

Esther can tell that she’s losing her crowd, and Gerald widens his eyes and runs his fingers across his throat.  Esther bows and whispers sorry before turning back to the congregation and the camera.

“He is more than just a man of God.  He is more than just a father.  He is an army veteran.  He is a member of the Republican Party.  He tried so hard to lobby for Ted Cruz.  He is an American.  He is a volunteer for Habitat For Humanity.  He is so much more than anyone can describe.  He’s my daddy, and no daughter in the world can be any luckier than me, and it is all thanks to Him, above.”

Esther smiles and bows against before walking off of the step and back into the congregation and they all clap for her.  Gerald shakes his head with blushing cheeks as he claps for Esther, and probably himself as well.  The view twists again and spins off into the corner as we see Father Gerald standing in front of a baptismal pool with a young woman sitting on the edge of it in a white gown.  Gerald looks surprised to see us.

“Oh, hi there.  I wasn’t expecting you to be right there.  Now, people ask in so many diff’rent ways, they say Father Gerald.  What is the mission of The Good Shepherds?  Well, I’m here to tell ya.”

Gerald nods at the woman, who swings her legs into the pool.  She slides in until her chest is just above the water.  Father Gerald picks up a grail and a book.  He dunks the grail into the water before setting it on the edge of the pool and placing his hand on top of her head.  She begins to slowly slide down into the water, laughing nervously before closing her eyes.

“Welcome, precious little child. So divine from God above. Christened today in Jesus' name, Held in His arms of love. May angels guide your feet and bring you smiles to wear and may our Heavenly Father always keep you in His care.  Heavenly Father, In your love you have called us to know you, led us to trust you, and bound our life with yours. Surround your child with your love, protect her from evil.  Fill it with the holy spirit and receive it into the family of your church, that it may walk with us in the way of Christ, and spiritually grow in the knowledge of your love.  By His hand, we pray.  Amen.”

The woman leans back as Gerald signs the trinity over her head and then begins to slowly pour the grail over her head.  After a moment, she opens her eyes and seems like a weight has been lifted off her shoulders.

“The mission of The Good Shepherds is simple.  We save.  In His holy name, we redeem those who wish to be redeemed.  We flock the sheep back to his pastures so that they may feast upon his bounty of blessings.  We spread love, mercy, and biblical justice.”

Gerald winks as the screen once again spins until coming to find Father Gerald standing in front of the church with just his daughter, his wife, and his son.  They are all dressed in the same color scheme of white and powder blue.  Gerald steps from the middle as the family flanks him.

“Why have you become wrestlers?  Isn’t violence a sin?  Please, Brother David, answer this, because it is just too easy for me, son.”

Brother David comes from Gerald’s right and walks around toward the front to take the lead for a moment.

“Wrestling is a sport.  Would you call Patrice Bergeron a sinner for checking someone into the wall?  No.  Would you call Tyrese Robinson a sinner for a sickening pancake?  No.  So why would you call competitive combat a sin?  It is just business.”

David sneers, letting us know that it probably isn’t all about business.

“Many men of faith participate in sports, and wrestling is no different.  We still serve His word, and if anything, we are going into the Lion’s Den, much like Daniel, to spread his message to those who are so in despair that their lives have resorted to sitting at home and watching second and third rate wrestling companies who boast, hah, stars like Alicia Lukas and Stewart Mason.  Those people have truly hit rock bottom, and they surely would be open to finding an escape from their pathetic misery.  We are just trying to bring them peace of mind while providing entertainment for them.  It’s like we’re Mz Holly Wood, but without a certain alternative agenda telling us to do unnatural things to spread our message to the masses.”

David winks and continues walking forward.

“We spread a message of love, mercy, and justice, and we want everyone to accept our invitation to join in on our mission, His mission.  But we know that some people are not prepared to make that kind of commitment.  We offer many painless options for compliance.  But before we tell you about that, let me ask you a few questions.”

David stops, centered in a large garden with a fountain behind him as he turns.  The other Shepherds turn also and David removes his jacket.  Behind the jacket rests a tight shirt that leaves little to the imagination, as you can see his developed upper body in it’s finest, as if the powder blue shirt was merely painted on.

“Are you tired of being told that your convictions are wrong?  Are you sick of people shoving liberal views and promises of peaceful coexistence while you are also forced to assimilate and give up your virtues so not to offend anyone?  Do you feel like you simply don’t agree with tolerance of certain groups of sinners who refuse to repent, and revel in their sins, but you just don’t know why?  Do you feel like something is missing within you, like a whole in your heart that just won’t heal?  Are you lonely?  Do you get the feeling that you would be in a better place if you could just be surrounded by those of like mind?”

David could go on for hours, but in the interest of spreading his hateful messages, masked as kind and helpful words, he stops himself of the questions.  Instead, he points directly at you.

“The answer is simple.  You need God.  You need His almighty wisdom and love in your life.  Many churches refuse to take certain types of people, but we accept all.  We love all.  So long as you agree with our views, or are at least willing to submit to them.  Our love is His love, and His love is ever present.  Come to the Church of the Good Shepherds and you will be pleased at how quickly your life turns around.”

Gerald claps and pats his son on the shoulder.  He walks around David and comes to the front of the group.  The mist of the fountain in the wind sprays across them gently, cooling them off as they stand in the bright, overly exposing sun.

“Couldn’t’ve said it better myself, Brother David.  Our message is love, in His name.  But His love is sometimes a tough one when it is needed.  Please do not hold it against us if our methods inside of a wrestling ring are a bit… extreme.  We don’t want you to think that we will beat you into oblivion when you come into our church.  We have to go to extreme measures inside of the wrestling ring because in the city of sin, we have to fight through the darkness and get people to see the light.  Obviously we’re gonna have to fight real hard, just like David when he had to prove that the many Saul’s of Sin City were unfit to lead the righteous against the many Philistines, giants, jezabels, and sodomites that inhabit it.  It won’t be easy, and it won’t be pleasant.  But it is necessary.

“Do not let it turn you away, because not every induction into the congregation is as harsh as it might seem on television.  Mercy is for those who chose to serve, and the smart ones always choose to serve.  For He opens himself unto us, and that, in a nutshell, is our mission.  So please find our contact information at the end of this video so that you too can change your life around and live it to the fullest.  God bless.”

With that, Gerald steps back with his family as the 80’s music increases in volume and causes an almost ear shattering effect when the screen shows the white clouds and sunshine behind the logo of The Church of the Good Shepherds.  Underneath is the promised contact information such as a telephone number, and email address, and the twitter handle of Father Gerald himself @shepherds_good . The video ends after a minute or so and goes away into a static.



++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++



"When I called, you answered me; you made me bold and stouthearted."

“Daddy!  Why do we have to actually stay here?  It’s so disgusting!”

Sister Esther Shepherd is seen pouting as she lays across a red and gold chaise lounger, her legs crossed in her skirt that might be just a touch too short of her father’s liking.  Gerald is seated across the hotel suite at a desk with glasses on his face, and his navy blue dress shirt informally buttoned just about mid way up.  Mother Mavis is massaging his shoulders as he looks up from his books and papers, annoyed by the question. Mavis pats him on the shoulder and then walks away from her husband, approaching her daughter with a thoughtful smile.  However, as she leans down, she slaps her daughter across the face with strength.

“Don’t you dare doubt your father and his wisdom, little girl!”

David looks over from the corner and raises his eyebrows at the situation, but continues to read the good book in his hands.  Mavis returns to Gerald, who turns his attention back to the papers on his desk as he scribbles and searching through the book at his side.  Esther hmphs and gets off of the lounger and walks over to the hotel room door and exits, slamming the door behind her.  David doesn’t break focus, and Mavis only sighs.

“That daughter of ours is so willful.  I honestly don’t know where it comes from.”

Gerald chuckles, not looking up from his task at hand.  He chuckles deep for at least thirty seconds before answering as he writes.

“Why, she gets it from her mama and her daddy, my sweet southern belle.  You know how we was before we found our way completely.  Plus, she’s a real bombshell belle inside of the ring, and you know she didn’t get that from just one of us.”

“Mmm, true.  Was I too hard on her, do you think?”

Gerald shakes his head but his eyes stay locked on the page.

“Not at all, buttercup.  She’s gonna have to learn one way or another.  When she is almost completely spiritually deaf, she needs her mother to show her the place she earned when she came out as not a boy.”

Mavis nods her head, but it is clear that she is disappointed in that fact.  David has a smile on his face that is only noticeable if you really truly look.  He finishes his alloted reading for the day and puts the book down on the table next to the couch.  He reaches for a glass half filled with water and he takes a sip. Mavis casts a lovely and genuine glance at her son, the fruit of her loin.

“David is definitely the good seed.  Good enough to turn both his parents into true believers.  And he proved that on Underground: Episode 28 just last night.”

Gerald has to offer a break to the papers and glance up at his son with a beeming proud smile.  David’s icy blue eyes look back at his parents and absorbs their pride.

“That he surely did.  I never could have seen such a thing coming.  I expected to only be teamed with my belle or my fluffy little cherub cloud.  I am the teacher, but I feel as though David has taught me something in the process.”

David nods appreciatively.

“Honored, father.  Truly.  I do not wish to make similar transgressions to Sister Esther, because I trust in your wisdom, and I know that you know what we should do deep down in your heart.  But I want to know who you have planned to face these two revelers of sin on the Lord’s Day.  Only because, if I am to participate in this match, I need to be sure to stay on a strict regimen of diet and exercise.  I mean absolutely no disrespect.”

Gerald places his pen down on his pad of paper and he clasps his hands together.  David gulps unsure of what is coming his way.  The glare of his father seems to put him into an almost cold sweat.

“Child, you need not worry about such matters.  I am your father, but you are my son.  Born of my righteous seed, born to take the name of the family.  I value your opinion, and I welcome your thoughts, because how will you lead the troops once the General is out of the battle?”

David nods his head, feeling a bit relieved.  However, as his mother approaches him, he tenses slightly, preparing to take another slap.  Instead, he receives a loving kiss on his forehead and a gentle rub on the back.  David breathes a full sigh of relief and looks back to his father.  He stands up to join him at the desk.

“Esther, God bless her heart, has not been the most… faithful of soldiers.  She doubts our mission at times.  She doubts herself.  We are set to go into another sector of this company, the higher brand as the heathens call it.  If we want to make a good impression, we mustn’t include her.  Not yet.”

Gerald nods.

“Valid point.  And because of the mixed tag team rules, Mother Mavis must take her place.”

“I am a proud man, father.  I know that I can take care of Ace Hart without any complications.  Perhaps it is my sin, but I know it deep in my heart.  If it is your will, His will, for me to participate in this match, then by His holy grace, I will do it.  But do you think it is my place to usher us into the bigger company?”

Gerald thinks about it for a second.  He sighs and shakes his head.  David looks disappointed.

“David, son.  You know that pride is one of the deadliest sins.  I appreciate your willingness to confess your sins to me, and to not be proud of them.  It is the curse set upon us by Eve with the Original Sin.  As one who hath been absolved of such a sin, I must not allow you to carry that burden into this match.”

“Rightfully so, father.”

Mother Mavis strokes her husbands hair and offers him a smile.

“It looks like it is just you and me, darlin’.  Alia Starr and Ace Hart won’t know what hit ‘em.”

Gerald chuckles and nods his head with Mavis.

“You can rest assured that they don’t.  Come Sunday, the little jezebel and the false king are forced to their reckoning.  Ace Hart will be forced to stare at true greatness, one of celestial fueled power, with the grace of the angels, blowing their battle horns ahead of our arrival.”

Mavis chuckles and leans down to kiss her husband, but not before uttering a whisper.

“You always had a way with words, beau.  As it is not a woman’s place to speak unless spoken to, I am forced to use actions to speak for me.  Alia Starr will end before she has even begun.”

Gerald mutters something that causes Mavis to laugh a little.  David raises an eyebrow before taking the hint.  He stands up and walks to the door of the hotel room.  He opens it up to find Esther standing in the hallway, stomping around and moping.  He shakes his head and closes the door as Mavis and Gerald are in the throws of marital passion, allowing their lips to almost meet before the camera cuts away.

 [~]-CONTACT INFORMATION-[~]

Handlers Name: Gerald
Any Messengers: Twitter
Years Active: 2


[~]-CONTRACT INFORMATION-[~]

You will be booked at least 2-3 times a month. In order for this to happen, you will be booked in singles as well as tag team matches. Since tag team matches take place in an intergender division, please let Tad Ezra know if you wish to only wrestle your gender. We will still book you in tag team matches under Mixed tag team rules but keep in mind, tag team titles will be intergender so if you wish not to wrestle the opposite gender, you limit yourself to only singles gold when you do get a title shot. ***Be sure to fill out a Tag Team application***


[~]-WRESTLER INFORMATION-[~]



Played By: Jeffrey Dean Morgan
Names: Father Gerald, Gerald Shepherd, Father Gerald Shepherd
Height: 6'6"
Weight: 275lb
Birthdate and Age: August 10th, 1972 (46)
Hometown: Tulsa, Oklahoma
Personality: Split. He is often seen as a very jovial man that is beaming within His might light.  He quickly becomes irate when provoked, and he will justify his actions using his faith under any and all circumstances.
Strengths: Accuracy, ring awareness, charisma
Weaknesses: Endurance, speedsters, flexibility
Alignment: Heel (because of his beliefs, but thinks he's a babyface)


[~]-ENTRANCE DESCRIPTION-[~]

Theme Song: "Spirit In the Sky" by Norman Greenbaum

A white light flashes over the crowd that is almost blinding.  It returns to a more tolerable brightness as "Spirit In the Sky" by Norman Greenbaum begins to play through the arena.  The crowd boos and gets louder when the announcer speaks up.

Liam: On his way to the ring from Tulsa, Oklahoma he is 6'6" and weighed in this morning at 275lb. Representing The Church of The Good Shepherds he is Father Gerald Shepherd!

And the boos become louder.  Gerald runs out onto the stage, throwing his hands in the air, looking up.  He nods his head and smiles when he goes back and forth across the stage.  He holds His Holy Word in his hand as he shouts out a verse.  He walks down the ramp as he continues to read. He sits it on the ring steps and runs up them.  He walks across the apron as he seeks His praise. He gets inside of the ring and slowly spins around before settling in a corner and waits for the match to start.


[~]-WRESTLING MOVES-[~]

Everyone gets one finisher and 3 signature moves as well as a move set package. Please pick one package for your wrestler. Any moves you really want your wrestler to have please add it to the the signature moves section.

Wrestling Move Packages *Remember you can only pick one*

For SCU: Powerhouse

For SCW- Move Set:
1) Impact DDT
2) Bicycle Kick
3) Pumphandle Slam
4) Powerbomb
5) Lou Thesz Press with punches
6) Samoan Drop
7) Triple German Suplexes
Running Powerslam
9) Spear
10) Alley Oop

*Gerald is capable of doing most basic moves as a Powerhouse, but rarely will jump off of the ropes or doing anything acrobatic

Signature Moves:
1) From Above (Flapjack)
2) Hands of Justice (5 rapid body shots, finished with an Uppercut)

Finisher: Ray of Light (Diamond Cutter)


[~]-MISC INFORMATION-[~]

Weapon Of Choice: The Good Book
Match Of Choice: Baptism (Pool) Match


[~]-BIOGRAPHY-[~]

Bio: Will be added later

 [~]-CONTACT INFORMATION-[~]

Handlers Name: Gerald
Any Messengers: Twitter
Years Active: 2


[~]-CONTRACT INFORMATION-[~]


You will be booked at least 2-3 times a month. In order for this to happen, you will be booked in singles as well as tag team matches. Since tag team matches take place in an intergender division, please let Tad Ezra know if you wish to only wrestle your gender. We will still book you in tag team matches under Mixed tag team rules but keep in mind, tag team titles will be intergender so if you wish not to wrestle the opposite gender, you limit yourself to only singles gold when you do get a title shot. ***Be sure to fill out a Tag Team application***

[~]-WRESTLER INFORMATION-[~]



Played By: Sebastian Stan
Names: Brother David, David Shepherd, Brother David Shepherd
Twitter: @shepherds_good
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 245lb
Birthdate and Age: December 10th, 1992 (25)
Hometown: Tulsa, Oklahoma
Personality: Quiet for the most part, unless he must step up in his father's absence, then he proves that he is his father's son. Or when he becomes angry, the resemblance becomes apparent. However, he looks mighty intense while doing it.
Strengths: Focus, cunning, ambition
Weaknesses: Speed, ring awareness, blind rage
Alignment: Heel (straight up)

[~]-ENTRANCE DESCRIPTION-[~]

Theme Song: "Feel Invincible" by Skillet

A white light flashes over the crowd that is almost blinding. It returns to a more tolerable brightness as "Feel Invincible" by Skillet begins to play through the arena. The crowd boos and gets louder when the announcer speaks up.

Liam: On his way to the ring from Tulsa, Oklahoma he is 6'4" and weighed in this morning at 245lb. Representing The Church of The Good Shepherds he is Brother David Shepherd!

And the boos become louder. David walks out onto the stage, throwing his hands in the air, looking up. He nods his head and smiles when he goes back and forth across the stage. He holds His Holy Word in his hand as he comes to the center of the stage. He walks down the aisle as he continues to read. He sits it on the ring steps and jumps up onto the apron. He walks across the apron as he seeks His praise. He gets inside of the ring and bounces off of the ropes multiple times with high, angry energy as he waits for the match to start.

[~]-WRESTLING MOVES-[~]

Everyone gets one finisher and 3 signature moves as well as a move set package. Please pick one package for your wrestler. Any moves you really want your wrestler to have please add it to the the signature moves section.

Wrestling Move Packages *Remember you can only pick one*

For SCU: Brawling

For SCW- Move Set:
1) Impact DDT
2) Bicycle Kick
3) Pumphandle Slam
4) Powerbomb
5) Lou Thesz Press with punches
6) Samoan Drop
7) Triple German Suplexes
Running Powerslam
9) Spear
10) Alley Oop
*David was trained by his father, but he is more than capable of picking up on any grappling, submission, or striking moves. He is less afraid to dive or take to the air than any member of the family.


Signature Moves:
1) From Above (Flapjack)
2) Hands of Justice (5 rapid body shots, finished with an Uppercut)
3) Crucifix Powerbomb

Finisher: Ray of Light (Diamond Cutter)

[~]-MISC INFORMATION-[~]

Weapon Of Choice: The Good Book
Match Of Choice: Baptism (Pool) Match


[~]-BIOGRAPHY-[~]

Bio: Will be added later
Past Accomplishments: None