Arm of God
“Behold, the lord god comes with might, and his arm rules for him; behold, his reward is with him, and his recompense before him. He will tend his flock like a shepherd; he will gather the lambs in his arms; he will carry them in his bosom, and gently lead those that are young.”
Yahweh’s right arm is a metaphor of his power: He rules with justice, power, and strength when passing judgment.
But Yahweh’s arm is also an outward display of comfort.
A shepherd can oversee a flock of sheep in his field, though he can only tend to one individual sheep at a time. And just like that shepherd, Yahweh watches over us all and attends to our individual needs when attention is mandated.
For Yahweh is both the judge with absolute power, and the shepherd with unconditional love.
He is your king, and He is your shepherd.
You ruled over Old School Wrestling for what feels like since the beginning of time.
The might and sheer power of your bionic right arm has passed judgment on many a wrestler who has dared to stand before you, casting them one-by-one towards their demise as you collected your accolades to add to your already-metallic-adorned body.
You held the VHS championship for a while, building its prestige up in the process.
Alongside the woman of your dreams, you successfully defended the tag team championships for nearly an entire calendar year.
And you reached the pinnacle of your career when you won the OSW World Championship and proposed to that very dream girl on the same night.
You were the king of this world. All roads led to you and you ruled with a bionic hand.
But as the saying goes, the higher you climb, the farther you fall, and your fall from grace has been a parable in itself.
Simon cut your wings off when he turned you into the complete opposite of what you claim to be: you transformed from a bad motherfucker into Simon’s bitch, all for your fire bitch.
Your descent picked up speed when that fire bitch convinced you to essentially forfeit your tag titles, and we were all too glad to end your championship reign then and there.
Then you hit rock bottom at Ring of Dreams when that same bitch invaded on you, took your world title, and added insult to injury by making out with Simon over your fallen body.
A king with no crown, your reign has ended and you’ve been reduced to a lost sheep in this lush green field we know as the Slaughterhouse.
But wander no more, Zero— Vayikra is here to redeem you.
At High Voltage, Sir Bellator, Sir Gable, and I shall guide you towards the light.
For we are your shepherds watching over you, and you are just another soul for us to save.
We shall hold you in our bosom in your greatest time of need, to comfort you, showing you Yahweh’s unconditional love and a new way to use your bionic right arm.