The Most Feared man in Wrestling.......

[darkprophet]

*The cold sounds of the winter wind meets the camera......but there is only one source of light....a snow covered window........the small streaks of light shining into the room, showing a table with candles on it, and a bookcase......a chair by the table........there is nothing too abnormal about this room, it looks like a normal study........the snow on the outside keeps blowing, as the cold winds pierce through what would normally be silence......... A match, far in the distant corner of the room......lights and shows a slight flicker of a face........a cold, icy figure..........the flame lights a single cigarette before being flicked out.......the cigarette illuminates nothing more than the lips of the figure......cold.....icy......death touched lips.........the smoke he blows into the room, a large plume of gray.......amidst the black in the corner where he sits. The chair, lying many feet in front of him.......he begins to move forward, the floor echoing his footsteps eerily.....as if he is wearing lead filled boots.......the heavy, groan of the floor shifting beneath his weight.......the window creaks, and shudders with the cold wind........the man stays in the shadows......moving slowly toward the bookcase, he stands behind where the light can be seen, only his large black steel-toed boots can be seen. The man then flicks the cigarette from his mouth........onto the floor....he stomps it out with his large boot, and breaths in slow......and heavy.......and exhales almost in a low, satanic hiss........two cold beams of radiance, his icy blue eyes, pierce beyond the line between light and shadow........his hand extends out, and moves the fingers inward, toward himself......as if summoning someone in.......summoning something to him.........his cold voice begins to eminate from his throat and it's tone like the cold breath of death crawling from beneath the grave dirt and into the land of the living.*


Man: I am............the most feared man.........


You don't know my name........no one knows my true name.......for it is the name not spoken........


I am the shadow inside the cold......dark......of your deepest fears.........


I am the entity that resides within your cold, black soul........


I am the part of you, that you don't see nor want to see.......


I am the reflection when you see someone that is not you staring back.....I am the nagging presence in your mirror.....waiting to crawl out from behind the liquid-like glass.......


And this.........WCF........is now where you will fear me.........and find me........


You see not my face, you see not my body......but you must already know my name......... [/color]


*The man outstretches his hand.......and a flutter is heard from across the room, as something black as night flies toward him, landing on his visible hand......it is a crow..........a bird known for it's association with death.........the hand moves toward the window, covered in frost.....and the bird begins to peck away the frost........spelling out a name............slowly, it forms a capitol D.......then an a.......and an r.........a k...........moving to a line below.......like as if instinctually......it finishes with a P...........r...........o.........p.........h........e........t..............Dark Prophet............ The bird flies away, off into the black.......as the voice begins to speak again, obviously this "Dark Prophet" that is on the window.*


Dark Prophet: You see........my moniker of "The Dark Prophet"..........it is not my name, it is nothing NEAR my name..........


You need only know what will happen at War.......this is the sixth re-incarnation of this federation, is it not........and we all know, that I will dominate.........yes.............War...........I have been there before, June 2005 was War Games.......I was the most dominant force in that match, on my team........unfortunately I was too busy ending the career of someone to help my teammate from submitting........too bad for him, but I'm not a team player.........


War........war is what we will see, will it not.......a large match......every superstar in WCF........one ring.........and one man left standing...........


I have not submitted in over a year............I have been pinned only three times in the last year.............


You think you are big, every one of you........talking your talk.........trying to intimidate one another......and you don't even see my face, and you already fear who it is..........you don't know what I look like, but you know my moniker and my boots......and my outstretched hand and lips.........


You believe that there is nothing you can fear......but I am EVERYTHING you fear........everything rolled into one.....


Reckless Jack......I owe you big time from XCW.........you will fall by my Bonecrusher, or my Off the Wall Spear.....or I'll lay you to rest with my Leglock Sleeperhold.........


Jon Michaels............a man who I have crushed in that same federation.......XCW..............


Creeping Death........another face from XCW that I know and have beaten before.......


Logan.........another face I know.........oh yes, I remember you Logan.....and don't think you've forgotten me........


Rick Mad, Rage.........two men I know............from the last incarnation of WCF.........it lasted so long as to where I never was able to even get the name right once.....what a failure.........but a success to have me........yes.........


Ortega, another face from my past.............


Every last name on the list that is the ever growing roster of WCF.......all of you know me, by name, look, or by the fact that you have seen me fight.......you have witnessed me be crowned World Champion in three different federations.........


You don't need to know my face........you don't know my name.........but you only need to know this.......


The Prophet is coming........for all of you........and when War breaks out.....only the one who commands "The Crow" will win.......don't think my pet can help me.......it's killed for me before........don't think I won't destroy you all........I have beaten men of all sizes, shapes......and wrestling styles.........and it is time for WCF to get the taste of Fear............


Wait for War.......then you'll get to see my face.........then you'll know who I am for REAL......and this is the face that will haunt your dreams......the faceless entity that I am.........hiding always behind you in the shadows........hiding within your closet, in the back seat of your car...........outside your window......under the moon..........the shadow across the street...........I am all of that and much, much more..........


See you at War......and expect to hear from me again....... [/color]


*The camera fades to black, and transmission ends.*