Post by The VNB on May 28, 2007 14:16:37 GMT -5
The XVI-Tron lights up with static for 5 seconds... Click... An XVI logo pulses briefly on the screen before it is replaced with The VNB logo... Click... The XVI-Tron fades in to Jihad Sullivan's throne room, Now even more lavishly decorated than ever before. Dozens of female servants in very revealing outfits rush about, Obviously trying to finish something as soon as possible. They pot new flowers, Tie up ribbons and bows, Carrying out food that is placed on an extremely long table already filled to overflowing with delicious-looking food. The red carpet leading up to his throne is being furiously cleaned, And the throne itself has never seen a better day.
Minutes later, All tasks accomplished, The servants take a moment to check and double-check the preparations, Then line up along the red carpet, Equal amounts of them on each side, Lined up spaced perfectly apart. The main doors to the throne room suddenly open, And in walks Jihad, Looking resplendent in a long flowing red cape. Jihad is followed closely by a half-dozen aides. Jihad then proceeds to his throne, The servants bowing deeply before him. Jihad reaches the throne and turns back towards his people, And motions with his hand for them all to kneel. They do so, And Jihad then sits on his throne, Smiling.
Jihad ~ Today is a great day for the VNB! It is time to celebrate!
A cheer goes up in the throne room, And Jihad snaps his fingers. The closet servant to him rushes towards the throne, And bows deeply.
Servant ~ Yes, Milord?
Jihad ~ Retrieve the finest wine from the cellar! This day, I shall drink with you all in celebration of the greatness of The VNB!
Servant ~ It is my honor to server, Milord.
Another cheer goes up as the servant takes four others with her, And they disappear through another door to the wine cellar.
Jihad ~ Indeed, Today is a day for celebration! This week, The VNB will do away with this so called "Champion Of Champion's", Proving once and for all, He was nothing more than a piece of navel lint... A great day indeed.
One of The VNB's aides steps forward and bows.
Aide ~ Milord, With all respect due unto your greatness, It is my job to keep you informed of activity against the VNB. I must ask of you, how can we celebrate in the midst of these actions against the VNB? We are still without question the most hated unit in The XVI. This match with Szaban has still yet to happen. I mean Milord, Referees can be bribed, Promoters can be bought, Owners can be swayed! How can this be ignored?
Jihad gives the aide a condescending smile, And gets off his throne, He spreads his arms wide, And a servant quickly rushes over and removes his cape. Jihad steps face to face with Thomas.
Jihad ~ Thomas, You have been one of my closest confidantes since the formation of the VNB, have you not?
Thomas ~ Indeed I have, milord.
Jihad ~ Have you ever felt the need to question what the VNB chooses to allow to happen?
Thomas ~ No, Milord, I have not.
Jihad ~ Then why do you do so now?
Thomas ~ Milord, it is my duty to point out...
Jihad ~ I am fully aware of your duties, Thomas. It is I that assigns you your duties. Thomas... answer me this... Is it your duty to know what the VNB has planned in the weeks, even months ahead?
Thomas ~ No, Milord.
Jihad ~ Exactly. It is your duty to know what I tell you, and to speak when you are "asked", not before. Is that clear, Thomas?
Thomas ~ Crystal, Milord.
Jihad suddenly strikes Thomas in the throat, And hits him with "The Holy War". Thomas lies unconscious on the floor of the throne room. Jihad then wipes a hair away from his face, And stands tall over him.
Jihad ~ Obviously it is not clear, Dear Thomas, Or you would have never left your place.
Jihad looks up to another aide.
Jihad ~ Dispose of him.
Aide #2 ~ Of course. At once, Milord.
The aide rushes forward and drags Thomas by the arms out of the throne room.
Jihad ~ Now, for the rest of you, Thomas, In his own unique way, Made a point. Not everyone knows what we have planned, Or why we allow certain things to happen. If Thomas had kept his mouth shut, His questions would have been answered.
Soon, I will make a personal example out of the resident imbecile, Matthew Szaban. I will manhandle him until he begs me to stop, And then I shall start the real pain. Obviously, Thomas must have caught wind of the "reentrance" of one Matthew, And it must have gave him quiet the scare. Well Matthew, I am not Thomas... And you most certainly don't frighten me...
And then, Once again returning to take a seat upon his throne...
Jihad ~ So Matthew, Just mere days before your destruction, I see that you have finally decided to make your presence felt. That's just like you... You would even be late for your own funeral.
So, Not that I feel that I really need to. But I guess I should comment on the utter pile of garbage you spewed forth... First off, You speak of truth. Ok, Then I will speak of truth also. The truth is, You have ducked me for 7 years. You speak of The VNB having my back, Well yes... Of course they do. But in that ring, When you and finally meet, And stand toe to toe, Eye to eye... I will stand alone. Yes Szaban... I am not the one with Rachel in my dressing room, No doubt trying to strike up some sort of alliance to save your miserable carcass from myself...
Jihad then pauses for a moment, And then scratches his head and give a somewhat mockingly, Confused look...
Jihad ~ And Planet-Z... PLANET-Z! What in the blue HELL is Planet-Z? The hell if I know, My best guess is, It is something resembling "The Fade Express"... And if I am right on that assumption. Trust me, Even now... Trish would rather have one last "Dance With The Devil", Than have anything to do with your Planet-Z...
And then, With a most huge smirk...
Jihad ~ Planet-Z... Give me a break... Its probably so small they would just declassify it as a planet much like they did Pluto...
Anyway, Moving on...
Yes Matthew, You should feel thrilled and even honored to step into the ring with someone of my caliber. However Matthew, You are very wrong on one statement. This will indeed be, The end of the story... The will be no great war after this match, Their will be no rematches, No Sullivan versus Szaban II or III. I have tried to be clear on this, But you just don't seem to get it. After our match, You will not want a rematch. And furthermore, You wouldn't be able to have one anyway. You will be much too much busy at home in traction recuperating...
And then... You have the sheer gaul, To tell me... That it is I that only has a few hours left to "run" away from you... That was a joke, Right? Listen closely... BOY... I stand before you now, In all my infinite glory, My light shining brighter than ever before. I am telling you... I... Am going no where. That is, With the exception of right over your limp body to the top of the mountain.
Matthew, You have enjoyed the fact that all your bones have stayed intact through out your very short XVI career, But that is a fact that is about to change rather soon. What would you like? I would be more than happy to arrange something for you. Perhaps I could put you in Fade Gordy's own "Fade To Black" and snap your leg. Perhaps I could wrap your arm around the ring post and pull it from its socket. Or perhaps I could give you "The Holy War", And snap your damn neck. Or perhaps I may even just show my benevolence and snap them all. It really does not matter to me.
Szaban, At Highway To Hell, You shall incur the wrath of The VNB. You will much more to worry about than fists flying at your head. Perhaps you should think about getting out while you can, While your bones can still support your body. You may then go and clutz around somewhere where you are appreciated. I am sure your parents still love you for who you are. They will still care for you when you trip and fall through their glass dining table.
Now it is I, Tell you... Go home, While the VNB still allows it. Before you are eliminated.
Jihad then turns back to this throng of supporters as the females return with hoards of wine.
Jihad ~ Drinks for everyone! Let us celebrate another VNB victory!!
The throne room bustles as drinks are prepared, And the celebration begins. Click... A XVI logo occupies The XVI-Tron for a few moments and pulses, And then is replaced by an VNB logo before static fills The XVI-Tron for five seconds, And clicks to black.
End Scene...
Minutes later, All tasks accomplished, The servants take a moment to check and double-check the preparations, Then line up along the red carpet, Equal amounts of them on each side, Lined up spaced perfectly apart. The main doors to the throne room suddenly open, And in walks Jihad, Looking resplendent in a long flowing red cape. Jihad is followed closely by a half-dozen aides. Jihad then proceeds to his throne, The servants bowing deeply before him. Jihad reaches the throne and turns back towards his people, And motions with his hand for them all to kneel. They do so, And Jihad then sits on his throne, Smiling.
Jihad ~ Today is a great day for the VNB! It is time to celebrate!
A cheer goes up in the throne room, And Jihad snaps his fingers. The closet servant to him rushes towards the throne, And bows deeply.
Servant ~ Yes, Milord?
Jihad ~ Retrieve the finest wine from the cellar! This day, I shall drink with you all in celebration of the greatness of The VNB!
Servant ~ It is my honor to server, Milord.
Another cheer goes up as the servant takes four others with her, And they disappear through another door to the wine cellar.
Jihad ~ Indeed, Today is a day for celebration! This week, The VNB will do away with this so called "Champion Of Champion's", Proving once and for all, He was nothing more than a piece of navel lint... A great day indeed.
One of The VNB's aides steps forward and bows.
Aide ~ Milord, With all respect due unto your greatness, It is my job to keep you informed of activity against the VNB. I must ask of you, how can we celebrate in the midst of these actions against the VNB? We are still without question the most hated unit in The XVI. This match with Szaban has still yet to happen. I mean Milord, Referees can be bribed, Promoters can be bought, Owners can be swayed! How can this be ignored?
Jihad gives the aide a condescending smile, And gets off his throne, He spreads his arms wide, And a servant quickly rushes over and removes his cape. Jihad steps face to face with Thomas.
Jihad ~ Thomas, You have been one of my closest confidantes since the formation of the VNB, have you not?
Thomas ~ Indeed I have, milord.
Jihad ~ Have you ever felt the need to question what the VNB chooses to allow to happen?
Thomas ~ No, Milord, I have not.
Jihad ~ Then why do you do so now?
Thomas ~ Milord, it is my duty to point out...
Jihad ~ I am fully aware of your duties, Thomas. It is I that assigns you your duties. Thomas... answer me this... Is it your duty to know what the VNB has planned in the weeks, even months ahead?
Thomas ~ No, Milord.
Jihad ~ Exactly. It is your duty to know what I tell you, and to speak when you are "asked", not before. Is that clear, Thomas?
Thomas ~ Crystal, Milord.
Jihad suddenly strikes Thomas in the throat, And hits him with "The Holy War". Thomas lies unconscious on the floor of the throne room. Jihad then wipes a hair away from his face, And stands tall over him.
Jihad ~ Obviously it is not clear, Dear Thomas, Or you would have never left your place.
Jihad looks up to another aide.
Jihad ~ Dispose of him.
Aide #2 ~ Of course. At once, Milord.
The aide rushes forward and drags Thomas by the arms out of the throne room.
Jihad ~ Now, for the rest of you, Thomas, In his own unique way, Made a point. Not everyone knows what we have planned, Or why we allow certain things to happen. If Thomas had kept his mouth shut, His questions would have been answered.
Soon, I will make a personal example out of the resident imbecile, Matthew Szaban. I will manhandle him until he begs me to stop, And then I shall start the real pain. Obviously, Thomas must have caught wind of the "reentrance" of one Matthew, And it must have gave him quiet the scare. Well Matthew, I am not Thomas... And you most certainly don't frighten me...
And then, Once again returning to take a seat upon his throne...
Jihad ~ So Matthew, Just mere days before your destruction, I see that you have finally decided to make your presence felt. That's just like you... You would even be late for your own funeral.
So, Not that I feel that I really need to. But I guess I should comment on the utter pile of garbage you spewed forth... First off, You speak of truth. Ok, Then I will speak of truth also. The truth is, You have ducked me for 7 years. You speak of The VNB having my back, Well yes... Of course they do. But in that ring, When you and finally meet, And stand toe to toe, Eye to eye... I will stand alone. Yes Szaban... I am not the one with Rachel in my dressing room, No doubt trying to strike up some sort of alliance to save your miserable carcass from myself...
Jihad then pauses for a moment, And then scratches his head and give a somewhat mockingly, Confused look...
Jihad ~ And Planet-Z... PLANET-Z! What in the blue HELL is Planet-Z? The hell if I know, My best guess is, It is something resembling "The Fade Express"... And if I am right on that assumption. Trust me, Even now... Trish would rather have one last "Dance With The Devil", Than have anything to do with your Planet-Z...
And then, With a most huge smirk...
Jihad ~ Planet-Z... Give me a break... Its probably so small they would just declassify it as a planet much like they did Pluto...
Anyway, Moving on...
Yes Matthew, You should feel thrilled and even honored to step into the ring with someone of my caliber. However Matthew, You are very wrong on one statement. This will indeed be, The end of the story... The will be no great war after this match, Their will be no rematches, No Sullivan versus Szaban II or III. I have tried to be clear on this, But you just don't seem to get it. After our match, You will not want a rematch. And furthermore, You wouldn't be able to have one anyway. You will be much too much busy at home in traction recuperating...
And then... You have the sheer gaul, To tell me... That it is I that only has a few hours left to "run" away from you... That was a joke, Right? Listen closely... BOY... I stand before you now, In all my infinite glory, My light shining brighter than ever before. I am telling you... I... Am going no where. That is, With the exception of right over your limp body to the top of the mountain.
Matthew, You have enjoyed the fact that all your bones have stayed intact through out your very short XVI career, But that is a fact that is about to change rather soon. What would you like? I would be more than happy to arrange something for you. Perhaps I could put you in Fade Gordy's own "Fade To Black" and snap your leg. Perhaps I could wrap your arm around the ring post and pull it from its socket. Or perhaps I could give you "The Holy War", And snap your damn neck. Or perhaps I may even just show my benevolence and snap them all. It really does not matter to me.
Szaban, At Highway To Hell, You shall incur the wrath of The VNB. You will much more to worry about than fists flying at your head. Perhaps you should think about getting out while you can, While your bones can still support your body. You may then go and clutz around somewhere where you are appreciated. I am sure your parents still love you for who you are. They will still care for you when you trip and fall through their glass dining table.
Now it is I, Tell you... Go home, While the VNB still allows it. Before you are eliminated.
Jihad then turns back to this throng of supporters as the females return with hoards of wine.
Jihad ~ Drinks for everyone! Let us celebrate another VNB victory!!
The throne room bustles as drinks are prepared, And the celebration begins. Click... A XVI logo occupies The XVI-Tron for a few moments and pulses, And then is replaced by an VNB logo before static fills The XVI-Tron for five seconds, And clicks to black.
End Scene...
