Post by darkprophet on Jan 22, 2006 12:15:27 GMT -5
*The slow rustle of leaves is heard, as the camera pans from the ground up, the melting snow on the ground with semi-wet and destroyed leaves left from the fall blowing in the strong wind. The scene is a graveyard, there is a boquet of flowers at the nearest headstone, bearing the name "Joanie Lee"...........a dark shadowy hand rests on the tombstone, next to an ominous black bird, a crow........the hand begins to pet the crow, and it feels at home, as if this is something normal, but......who would be the "master" of this single black bird, this ominous harbringer of death. There is nothing more or less to see, so the camera slowly pulls back, revealing the hand belongs to one Dark Prophet, his cold eyes boring holes into the glass of the camera, with the cobalt drills of eyes he has, their luminosity is intense, the cold burns like a polar ice cap or glacier, Prophet's cold lips part, the camera zooms in on the lips, as they mouth the word "War"........the camera pans back again, showing the whole view, everything......Prophet, the headstone, the crow......and a cryptic tree with only 18 leaves on it......... Prophet looks up as the wind blows the remaining few leaves, one after another, leaves fall, each one symbolic......Prophet opens his lips, his throat echoing a tone from below the grave, and he speaks.....he explains the symbolism.* [/i]
Dark Prophet: Logan........Reckless Jack........Jon Michaels.........
These leaves are yours.....every last leaf on this dying tree is the leaf of each supserstar here, each bearing a name, a story...........and look, one even has my picture taped to it..........watch as it sways in the wind, not being carried by anything, not being broken, not falling like the rest.......this is me, and this always has been me.....a constant force of reckoning.....a force that none can conquer........
Everyone here is in their top form, good........but none can end a winning streak that has been a whole year long, you cannot beat what cannot be beaten...........this rule is pin or tap out only........you don't know the brutality I bring.......
My "Crow".......just like the one here, accompanies me to this match ready, willing to take the lives of those who oppose me.........you know I haven't been pinned, I haven't tapped.......in over a year......
Davey Ortega, you now fall........
Wreck.........
all of you will fall before the might of the one, the one.........
Reckless Jack has taken me out once over the last year, in a ladder match.......but was that a pin? No.....was that Submission.......no.......I could make you tap, I could make you suffocate, I can lay you out for a ten count, let alone the three count pin...... [/color]
*Prophet then reaches behind him, grabbing a rusty, blood crusted steel chair wrapped in barbed wire.....the dents in the surface are pretty obvious from the skulls of many........flesh is torn and bled to the surface. Prophet picks this thing up, "The Crow" and begins to smash the leaves on the ground.......Reckless Jack's Leaf, Davey Ortega's Leaf........he crushes them into almost a powder, enough of a size to be added to a meal or dish as a garnish almost..........Prophet then turns and smashes the gravestone as the Crow sitting there flies up into the tree, alongside Prophet's pictured leaf........The gravestone begins to chip, it begins to crack, and eventually shatters after three, four......five......six blows........Prophet looks at the camera, his face lit up from sadistic rage and intentions. Prophet's cold laugh.....meniachal, evil.....echoes through the graveyard.......and every leaf is now on the ground, every one.......but Prophet's......Prophet looks up, and drops the chair........He pulls out a knife, and etches into the tree.........W.......A.......R........V.......I.........War VI......... Prophet turns, and looks at the camera again, his cold eyes and cold voice the symbols of death and destruction as always.*
Dark Prophet: Every leaf has fallen.....every last leaf except one........the leaf that represents myself.........every one has been destroyed but me..........just like this tree, just like the leaves......so will be War, I will be the last man standing......amidst the piles of bloody and battered bodies the whole roster of WCF shall fall........
Tell me, Tommy, do you think you can take on a man who has this sort of pleasure in defiling a grave? Do you think you can take on a murderer........she was a victim of mine........she was the sister of my wife..........
Kurtis, do you think that Victory will be yours, or will it fall short of you as always?
Logan......you speak big words big man......but you are a has been, Logan.......you are..........you have been out of practice, all you talk about is your past, every title you've won.......you want a history of me in only the last two years?? My first year was title-less........ then, then I took titles......
Hardcore title, 3x over.......IPW, UBAWF, TWE..............
North American in NWA
World in XCW, PTW, and for one brief moment at the end, in IPW...........before it merged with TWE........
Tag Champion in DBW, IPW, TWE..........
Logan, you have an impressive list, but I am going to show you that it is not our past that defines us.....it is what we will do with the future that defines us more.......our past shows where we've been, now........show me where you will be....... Frak Bates......
Dakeken........
Every last one of you here has not beaten me.........every last one of you...........can you break this year long streak of victory? Can you destroy the legendary Dark Prophet.......or will you be casualties of War and will he be the one withholding the spoils........
This, is WCF.........
This........is.......WAR........
And, to the victor...........
Goes the Spoils...............The title...........
18 Men, One Ring......One Title.............And I will stand victorious..........
See you at War, and may God have mercy on your poor souls........... [/color]
*Prophet throws "The Crow" at the camera, forcing the cameraman to drop it, the final scene is as a broken and cracked lens looks up into the tree, with Prophet's leaf and the crow still there......with the ominous "WAR VI" carved into the trunk.......the camera fades out.....and transmission ends.*
Dark Prophet: Logan........Reckless Jack........Jon Michaels.........
These leaves are yours.....every last leaf on this dying tree is the leaf of each supserstar here, each bearing a name, a story...........and look, one even has my picture taped to it..........watch as it sways in the wind, not being carried by anything, not being broken, not falling like the rest.......this is me, and this always has been me.....a constant force of reckoning.....a force that none can conquer........
Everyone here is in their top form, good........but none can end a winning streak that has been a whole year long, you cannot beat what cannot be beaten...........this rule is pin or tap out only........you don't know the brutality I bring.......
My "Crow".......just like the one here, accompanies me to this match ready, willing to take the lives of those who oppose me.........you know I haven't been pinned, I haven't tapped.......in over a year......
Davey Ortega, you now fall........
Wreck.........
all of you will fall before the might of the one, the one.........
Reckless Jack has taken me out once over the last year, in a ladder match.......but was that a pin? No.....was that Submission.......no.......I could make you tap, I could make you suffocate, I can lay you out for a ten count, let alone the three count pin...... [/color]
*Prophet then reaches behind him, grabbing a rusty, blood crusted steel chair wrapped in barbed wire.....the dents in the surface are pretty obvious from the skulls of many........flesh is torn and bled to the surface. Prophet picks this thing up, "The Crow" and begins to smash the leaves on the ground.......Reckless Jack's Leaf, Davey Ortega's Leaf........he crushes them into almost a powder, enough of a size to be added to a meal or dish as a garnish almost..........Prophet then turns and smashes the gravestone as the Crow sitting there flies up into the tree, alongside Prophet's pictured leaf........The gravestone begins to chip, it begins to crack, and eventually shatters after three, four......five......six blows........Prophet looks at the camera, his face lit up from sadistic rage and intentions. Prophet's cold laugh.....meniachal, evil.....echoes through the graveyard.......and every leaf is now on the ground, every one.......but Prophet's......Prophet looks up, and drops the chair........He pulls out a knife, and etches into the tree.........W.......A.......R........V.......I.........War VI......... Prophet turns, and looks at the camera again, his cold eyes and cold voice the symbols of death and destruction as always.*
Dark Prophet: Every leaf has fallen.....every last leaf except one........the leaf that represents myself.........every one has been destroyed but me..........just like this tree, just like the leaves......so will be War, I will be the last man standing......amidst the piles of bloody and battered bodies the whole roster of WCF shall fall........
Tell me, Tommy, do you think you can take on a man who has this sort of pleasure in defiling a grave? Do you think you can take on a murderer........she was a victim of mine........she was the sister of my wife..........
Kurtis, do you think that Victory will be yours, or will it fall short of you as always?
Logan......you speak big words big man......but you are a has been, Logan.......you are..........you have been out of practice, all you talk about is your past, every title you've won.......you want a history of me in only the last two years?? My first year was title-less........ then, then I took titles......
Hardcore title, 3x over.......IPW, UBAWF, TWE..............
North American in NWA
World in XCW, PTW, and for one brief moment at the end, in IPW...........before it merged with TWE........
Tag Champion in DBW, IPW, TWE..........
Logan, you have an impressive list, but I am going to show you that it is not our past that defines us.....it is what we will do with the future that defines us more.......our past shows where we've been, now........show me where you will be....... Frak Bates......
Dakeken........
Every last one of you here has not beaten me.........every last one of you...........can you break this year long streak of victory? Can you destroy the legendary Dark Prophet.......or will you be casualties of War and will he be the one withholding the spoils........
This, is WCF.........
This........is.......WAR........
And, to the victor...........
Goes the Spoils...............The title...........
18 Men, One Ring......One Title.............And I will stand victorious..........
See you at War, and may God have mercy on your poor souls........... [/color]
*Prophet throws "The Crow" at the camera, forcing the cameraman to drop it, the final scene is as a broken and cracked lens looks up into the tree, with Prophet's leaf and the crow still there......with the ominous "WAR VI" carved into the trunk.......the camera fades out.....and transmission ends.*
