Post by The VNB on Jun 20, 2007 22:37:57 GMT -5
PASADENA, CALIFORNIA: The Sullivan Estate.
The scene opens with The XVI World Tag Team Champions, Jihad Sullivan and The Dark Halo, Making their way into home not seen before on XVI television. Upon entering the home, Jihad turns to face Halo and laughs slightly...
Jihad ~ Thank you for coming... Though, I know you didn't exactly want to. I just thought... Well, If you are ever going to understand me. You should perhaps see where it is I come from..
As they walk into the home, Jihad begins to act quite odd. At times, He appears to be speaking with Halo. At other times, The television cameras... And still yet, At other times, He appears to just be talking to himself. As Jihad continues to walk, Halo follows closely by...
Jihad ~ It’s been years since I've been here. Even driving up the curvy driveway up to the house screamed with abandonment. There were leaves everywhere and broken branches on the road leading home. Obviously, Angel got rid of the landscaping crew once she left after Kevin's death.
Outside was a wonderful yard that seemed like miles and miles of green. When Kevin lived here he reserved the pleasure of mowing the lawn to himself. He loved to carve wonderful paths in the green and then sit to meditate while breathing in the aroma of freshly cut grass. Now, There is nothing but a sea of brown patches and tall wild grass. The only aroma is that of freshly produced feces from some coyote or wild dog in the mountains.
I can still remember how the tall white columns rose like trees around me. They rose up to a balcony two stories overhead, If you ever touched them your hand would come away chalky white. I remember standing on the balcony with Kevin contemplating my venture into The EWW many years ago.
Through the front door, Off the front entrance, Were stairs that led up to the bedrooms. Dust was everywhere. It's now obvious that when Angel moved out she got rid of all the staff. I can't blame her. Yet, I remember the stairs well. The thin carpet provided little padding for the times I rolled down the stairs practicing to be the greatest Professional Wrestler of all-time.
I went into the living room and noticed Kevin’s big chair still there. This is where he watched hours and hours of his matches and opponents. He was always studying, The man was a true student of the game. He marveled how every match had small nuances that he used each night to make him one of the best in his time. I still remember his words...
“Gregory, No matter how many battles I've been in and won, No matter how many magazines covers I've graced, No matter how many greats I humbled, It's never enough. This is passion. This is life. This is what you must have to be convert raw talent into greatness.”
Jihad ~ I turned around and faced the hallway leading to the door that changed my life. As I walked towards the door, I could literally hear the voices of the past beckoning me. The door was mysteriously unlocked. The creaky stairs led down to a cold world of silence. I turned on the lights and there before me stood the world of great world class wrestling. The ring was still there where Kevin had trained me.
Jihad pauses for a moment, And turns to look at Halo who still stands next to him...
Jihad ~ You know, A lot of people say Kevin was an evil man. Well, In my mind, Evil is in the eyes of the beholder...
Then, Still looking into Halo's eyes. Jihad then begins speaking in a very odd tone. A tone, Very seldom heard from him...
Jihad ~ Actually, A lot of people believe that Kevin is my father. Well, The reason for that is I let them belive that. The truth is, No... He is not my father. It was just much easier and would save many questions if I were to say that he was. In my case, The truth is much stranger than fiction. And I am actually quite a bit older than Kevin, "QUITE" a bit older...
Yes, Evil is certainly in the eye of the beholder. When Kevin found me, I was lost. I had no sense of being. You see, There was no you, No Michael... Kevin seemed to be the only one who truly understood me. When I met Kevin, I was in limbo to say the very least. There was a fire in my heart, A pounding in my brain I couldn't explain... I only knew how to do one thing, And I only wanted to do that one thing. And that was to maim, Hurt, Destroy all that was in my path. To leave carnage, Wherever I would roam. However... With the laws the way they are today, I couldn't exactly do that legally...
And that is when, Kevin introduced me to the world of Professional Wrestling... Though, It wasn't perfect. It most certainly helped to somewhat quench that endless fire that was burning inside me.
As Jihad continues to speak, Halo walks past him, And begins to look around the room...
Jihad ~ A lot of people don't know that Kevin actually came up with the name "Jihad Sullivan". When I signed a contract to wrestle in The EWW. President Ashley Hart said my real name, "Gregory Skold" wasn't exactly "flashy" enough. And for me to come up with something else. So, I spoke to Kevin about it and he suggested I use the last name of Sullivan. Which of course, I quickly accepted. And then, One day before my debut in EWW. Kevin walked into the room, And called me.. Jihad. I looked up at him, Smiling, Knowing it was perfect. Kevin, Simply laughed... He said Jihad, Which of course also means "Holy War", Was a name that suited my temperament perfectly. And from that moment on, Jihad Sullivan was born...
As Jihad continues to look about the room. Halo, Has made her way over to a small desk in the corner of the room. Looking over the desk, She finds what looks to be some type of manuscript. She picks it up, Looks it over and...
Halo ~ What is this?
Jihad then turns, And casually makes his way over to Halo. Halo then reaches her hand out to Jihad, And hands him the manuscript. Then, Taking it in his hand, A quite shocked look overcomes Jihad's face as he sees that the front sheet reads...
My Life With The Devil
~The Jihad Sullivan Story~
By
Kevin Sullivan
Jihad's eyes grow big as he shakes his head in disbelief. He then turns to look at Halo and...
Jihad ~ So it appears Kevin thought if an idiot such as Mick Foley could become a best selling author, So could he...
Jihad then opens the book, Flips a couple pages, And begins to read aloud. To say the least, The passages that he reads, Are quite disturbing...
For many years, The origin of one Jihad Sullivan have been heavily discussed from the casual wrestling fans, To college scholars and professors. Perhaps more years than anyone cares to realize or admit.
Where did Jihad come from?
What is his true age?
Where did this VNB come from, And what exactly is it?
What about his claim of immortality?
Is he indeed "The Devil", As he claims.
How does he seem to know what occurred in dates of history that happened many years ago, As if he were actually there...
And the eyes... How can ones mans eyes change from dark of night black, To a glowing hell fire red, In just a mere seconds time?
What I am about to tell you, Was told to me many years ago from the lips of Jihad Sullivan himself. To the best of my knowledge, I am the only person, Living or deceased, That has been told this story.
Jihad Sullivan, Born Gregory Skold, Was born on the date of October 31, 1341 in Budapest on the banks of The Danube. In order to tell you all of this amazing story that I was told by Jihad, It would take years. So from here I will condense as much as possible. Jihad Sullivan, Was infected with what is knows as "The Curse Of Thorn".
The Curse of Thorn is a constellation that could appear during Halloween. To prevent mass death among the tribes, One family was chosen to bear the curse. This curse would require the bearer to sacrificially murder his or her entire family, Which in turn would spare their community from events such as plague and drought.
This story fascinated me, So I began to do much research. Finding the true answers totally consumed me. And my results astounding me. Throughout legend, It has been said that those who bore the curse, Would also bear a strange symbol on their right wrist. A symbol that would resemble a half moon. However, It is well documented that Jihad's entire right arm has been covered with a tattoo. In Jihad's own words, The symbol would be much easier to simply hide, Than try to explain.
Again through out legend, It has been said that it is possible to "pass on" the curse to another to become rid of it. However, In Jihad's case, He has no intent to simply pass it on. Unlike so many others before him, Jihad has learned how to control the curse, And use it to his advantage. However, To this very day. The curse still has the power to consume Jihad. When this occurrence takes place, It is very easy to tell. Jihad's eyes suddenly turn from a jet black... To a glowing red.
And throughout all my research, This was perhaps the most disturbing piece I found. Through out all history, The legend has been that those cursed by The Thorn, Receive the gift of immortality until the curse would be passed on to another.
And in my studies I found that the curse could also be passed onto an animal. Thus, Doubling the size of any animal for the duration of the spell. A doubling in this size would increase the weight by four times. With this, A gain of 50% over the "creature's" natural strength is probable as well. Could this explain Jihad's unnatural strength? And if it truly increases his size, Could it also increase his will, His charisma, His ability to manipulate those around him? If so, It would certainly explain his ability to control this "VNB" and why it seems to have such vast numbers...
And The VNB itself, Another strange rumor surrounds it. That the entire VNB is nothing more than a cover, And that The Violent New Breed itself, Is nothing more than the fabled... Cult of Thorn. A mass cult of followers of The Thorn sworn to protect its leader at all costs and by any means necessary.
So is Jihad indeed The Devil? Doubtful... The Devil incarnate? Possibly. But this statement is undeniably true. Jihad Sullivan is without question, Evil at its most pure form. And the most dangerous man, Walking the face of this planet.
And on those words, Jihad just simply closes the manuscript. He then turns to look at Halo, And just stares into her eyes once again for a few moments, As if he is trying to gauge her reaction. To see if she truly believes that what he just read, Was true... Or not. Another moment passes, And Jihad then reaches out, And hands Halo the manuscript.
Jihad ~ It amazes me what some people will do for a dollar. It appears I have wasted your time darling. I wanted you to come here to show you my past. Instead, I could have just paid 29.99 and let you read the book...
Jihad then turns, To make his way out of the room. But first, He turns back to Halo and...
Jihad ~ Do me a favor, Once you finish reading that... Burn it, I would assume that is the only one in existence.
Then once again turning, He begins to make his way out of the room. But, He then suddenly stops, And with his back to the camera, He again begins to speak...
Jihad ~ Matthew... Just imagine, If all that were to be true, Can you even fathom the hell I am about to put your through... Yet again?
And another thing... Mr. Makaveli, You and I, Need to speak... Soon. It has to be before The Pay Per View. I have a business proposal for you...
And on those words, Jihad makes his way out of the house. Halo is soon to follow, With the manuscript still in hand as the scene fades to black...
End Scene.
The scene opens with The XVI World Tag Team Champions, Jihad Sullivan and The Dark Halo, Making their way into home not seen before on XVI television. Upon entering the home, Jihad turns to face Halo and laughs slightly...
Jihad ~ Thank you for coming... Though, I know you didn't exactly want to. I just thought... Well, If you are ever going to understand me. You should perhaps see where it is I come from..
As they walk into the home, Jihad begins to act quite odd. At times, He appears to be speaking with Halo. At other times, The television cameras... And still yet, At other times, He appears to just be talking to himself. As Jihad continues to walk, Halo follows closely by...
Jihad ~ It’s been years since I've been here. Even driving up the curvy driveway up to the house screamed with abandonment. There were leaves everywhere and broken branches on the road leading home. Obviously, Angel got rid of the landscaping crew once she left after Kevin's death.
Outside was a wonderful yard that seemed like miles and miles of green. When Kevin lived here he reserved the pleasure of mowing the lawn to himself. He loved to carve wonderful paths in the green and then sit to meditate while breathing in the aroma of freshly cut grass. Now, There is nothing but a sea of brown patches and tall wild grass. The only aroma is that of freshly produced feces from some coyote or wild dog in the mountains.
I can still remember how the tall white columns rose like trees around me. They rose up to a balcony two stories overhead, If you ever touched them your hand would come away chalky white. I remember standing on the balcony with Kevin contemplating my venture into The EWW many years ago.
Through the front door, Off the front entrance, Were stairs that led up to the bedrooms. Dust was everywhere. It's now obvious that when Angel moved out she got rid of all the staff. I can't blame her. Yet, I remember the stairs well. The thin carpet provided little padding for the times I rolled down the stairs practicing to be the greatest Professional Wrestler of all-time.
I went into the living room and noticed Kevin’s big chair still there. This is where he watched hours and hours of his matches and opponents. He was always studying, The man was a true student of the game. He marveled how every match had small nuances that he used each night to make him one of the best in his time. I still remember his words...
“Gregory, No matter how many battles I've been in and won, No matter how many magazines covers I've graced, No matter how many greats I humbled, It's never enough. This is passion. This is life. This is what you must have to be convert raw talent into greatness.”
Jihad ~ I turned around and faced the hallway leading to the door that changed my life. As I walked towards the door, I could literally hear the voices of the past beckoning me. The door was mysteriously unlocked. The creaky stairs led down to a cold world of silence. I turned on the lights and there before me stood the world of great world class wrestling. The ring was still there where Kevin had trained me.
Jihad pauses for a moment, And turns to look at Halo who still stands next to him...
Jihad ~ You know, A lot of people say Kevin was an evil man. Well, In my mind, Evil is in the eyes of the beholder...
Then, Still looking into Halo's eyes. Jihad then begins speaking in a very odd tone. A tone, Very seldom heard from him...
Jihad ~ Actually, A lot of people believe that Kevin is my father. Well, The reason for that is I let them belive that. The truth is, No... He is not my father. It was just much easier and would save many questions if I were to say that he was. In my case, The truth is much stranger than fiction. And I am actually quite a bit older than Kevin, "QUITE" a bit older...
Yes, Evil is certainly in the eye of the beholder. When Kevin found me, I was lost. I had no sense of being. You see, There was no you, No Michael... Kevin seemed to be the only one who truly understood me. When I met Kevin, I was in limbo to say the very least. There was a fire in my heart, A pounding in my brain I couldn't explain... I only knew how to do one thing, And I only wanted to do that one thing. And that was to maim, Hurt, Destroy all that was in my path. To leave carnage, Wherever I would roam. However... With the laws the way they are today, I couldn't exactly do that legally...
And that is when, Kevin introduced me to the world of Professional Wrestling... Though, It wasn't perfect. It most certainly helped to somewhat quench that endless fire that was burning inside me.
As Jihad continues to speak, Halo walks past him, And begins to look around the room...
Jihad ~ A lot of people don't know that Kevin actually came up with the name "Jihad Sullivan". When I signed a contract to wrestle in The EWW. President Ashley Hart said my real name, "Gregory Skold" wasn't exactly "flashy" enough. And for me to come up with something else. So, I spoke to Kevin about it and he suggested I use the last name of Sullivan. Which of course, I quickly accepted. And then, One day before my debut in EWW. Kevin walked into the room, And called me.. Jihad. I looked up at him, Smiling, Knowing it was perfect. Kevin, Simply laughed... He said Jihad, Which of course also means "Holy War", Was a name that suited my temperament perfectly. And from that moment on, Jihad Sullivan was born...
As Jihad continues to look about the room. Halo, Has made her way over to a small desk in the corner of the room. Looking over the desk, She finds what looks to be some type of manuscript. She picks it up, Looks it over and...
Halo ~ What is this?
Jihad then turns, And casually makes his way over to Halo. Halo then reaches her hand out to Jihad, And hands him the manuscript. Then, Taking it in his hand, A quite shocked look overcomes Jihad's face as he sees that the front sheet reads...
My Life With The Devil
~The Jihad Sullivan Story~
By
Kevin Sullivan
Jihad's eyes grow big as he shakes his head in disbelief. He then turns to look at Halo and...
Jihad ~ So it appears Kevin thought if an idiot such as Mick Foley could become a best selling author, So could he...
Jihad then opens the book, Flips a couple pages, And begins to read aloud. To say the least, The passages that he reads, Are quite disturbing...
For many years, The origin of one Jihad Sullivan have been heavily discussed from the casual wrestling fans, To college scholars and professors. Perhaps more years than anyone cares to realize or admit.
Where did Jihad come from?
What is his true age?
Where did this VNB come from, And what exactly is it?
What about his claim of immortality?
Is he indeed "The Devil", As he claims.
How does he seem to know what occurred in dates of history that happened many years ago, As if he were actually there...
And the eyes... How can ones mans eyes change from dark of night black, To a glowing hell fire red, In just a mere seconds time?
What I am about to tell you, Was told to me many years ago from the lips of Jihad Sullivan himself. To the best of my knowledge, I am the only person, Living or deceased, That has been told this story.
Jihad Sullivan, Born Gregory Skold, Was born on the date of October 31, 1341 in Budapest on the banks of The Danube. In order to tell you all of this amazing story that I was told by Jihad, It would take years. So from here I will condense as much as possible. Jihad Sullivan, Was infected with what is knows as "The Curse Of Thorn".
The Curse of Thorn is a constellation that could appear during Halloween. To prevent mass death among the tribes, One family was chosen to bear the curse. This curse would require the bearer to sacrificially murder his or her entire family, Which in turn would spare their community from events such as plague and drought.
This story fascinated me, So I began to do much research. Finding the true answers totally consumed me. And my results astounding me. Throughout legend, It has been said that those who bore the curse, Would also bear a strange symbol on their right wrist. A symbol that would resemble a half moon. However, It is well documented that Jihad's entire right arm has been covered with a tattoo. In Jihad's own words, The symbol would be much easier to simply hide, Than try to explain.
Again through out legend, It has been said that it is possible to "pass on" the curse to another to become rid of it. However, In Jihad's case, He has no intent to simply pass it on. Unlike so many others before him, Jihad has learned how to control the curse, And use it to his advantage. However, To this very day. The curse still has the power to consume Jihad. When this occurrence takes place, It is very easy to tell. Jihad's eyes suddenly turn from a jet black... To a glowing red.
And throughout all my research, This was perhaps the most disturbing piece I found. Through out all history, The legend has been that those cursed by The Thorn, Receive the gift of immortality until the curse would be passed on to another.
And in my studies I found that the curse could also be passed onto an animal. Thus, Doubling the size of any animal for the duration of the spell. A doubling in this size would increase the weight by four times. With this, A gain of 50% over the "creature's" natural strength is probable as well. Could this explain Jihad's unnatural strength? And if it truly increases his size, Could it also increase his will, His charisma, His ability to manipulate those around him? If so, It would certainly explain his ability to control this "VNB" and why it seems to have such vast numbers...
And The VNB itself, Another strange rumor surrounds it. That the entire VNB is nothing more than a cover, And that The Violent New Breed itself, Is nothing more than the fabled... Cult of Thorn. A mass cult of followers of The Thorn sworn to protect its leader at all costs and by any means necessary.
So is Jihad indeed The Devil? Doubtful... The Devil incarnate? Possibly. But this statement is undeniably true. Jihad Sullivan is without question, Evil at its most pure form. And the most dangerous man, Walking the face of this planet.
And on those words, Jihad just simply closes the manuscript. He then turns to look at Halo, And just stares into her eyes once again for a few moments, As if he is trying to gauge her reaction. To see if she truly believes that what he just read, Was true... Or not. Another moment passes, And Jihad then reaches out, And hands Halo the manuscript.
Jihad ~ It amazes me what some people will do for a dollar. It appears I have wasted your time darling. I wanted you to come here to show you my past. Instead, I could have just paid 29.99 and let you read the book...
Jihad then turns, To make his way out of the room. But first, He turns back to Halo and...
Jihad ~ Do me a favor, Once you finish reading that... Burn it, I would assume that is the only one in existence.
Then once again turning, He begins to make his way out of the room. But, He then suddenly stops, And with his back to the camera, He again begins to speak...
Jihad ~ Matthew... Just imagine, If all that were to be true, Can you even fathom the hell I am about to put your through... Yet again?
And another thing... Mr. Makaveli, You and I, Need to speak... Soon. It has to be before The Pay Per View. I have a business proposal for you...
And on those words, Jihad makes his way out of the house. Halo is soon to follow, With the manuscript still in hand as the scene fades to black...
End Scene.
