Post by The VNB on Jun 22, 2007 10:46:11 GMT -5
Very few people could afford the penthouse suite at the Bellagio Hotel in Las Vegas. "The Ruler Of ALL" Jihad "The Devil" Sullivan, Of course, Is one of those fortunate people. He stands at the balcony, Looking over this city of decadence... Looking over it and smiling.
Jihad ~ Isn't it a beautiful sight? "Sin City", My how I do love this town.
Down below, There are thousands of people calling out at this very minute. They all call to your God, Szaban. They each want him to grant them good fortune, To make the dice fall in their favor, Or the steel ball bounce the right way.
Every one of them hoping beyond hope that this is their one chance. That this is their time. Time for them to be granted the luck they have been missing all this time. After all, It was only through luck that those of us more "fortunate" ones have achieved all that we have in life, Right?
And then. Still looking over the city with a most disgusted look upon his face...
Jihad ~ How pitiful.
Take some responsibility for yourselves. I am what I am today through hard work and determination. Everything I have is mine because I have taken it. Nothing was given to me!
I did not need your God to make me the man I am. Instead, I relied on the highest power imaginable ... Myself!
A man can look no farther than the mirror to find all the strength he should ever need. Weaker men look to others to provide for them, And those are the men who are easily cast aside as the strong ascend to the power that is rightfully theirs. Just like myself.
However, You are not so weak as them, Matthew. It is evident that you have some knowledge of self-reliance. You have taken yourself to the top of this wretched business and called yourself "Champion". And yet, You still bow to this God?
It was you who accomplished those things, Matthew. It was the time you spent training, In the gym building that body, And in the ring building that mind. There was no one else with you that night you claimed The World Championship. You and you alone stood with your hand held high, The belt of Champions strapped around your waist.
What you will find, Though, Is that your opponent this week will not be so easy. But you already know that, Don't you? That fact was proven to you just mere weeks ago. You have meddled in the affairs of The VNB. Continually, You assert yourself where you do not belong, Seeking to poison the relationship between myself and The Fallen' Angel.
That is a mistake that will be rectified this week.
If you have studied, And I know you have, You know what happens to those who cross paths with the true power here in The XVI. The VNB has vanquished all who have stood in their path, And you will prove no exception.
And then again, Pausing to smirk slightly...
Jihad ~ But again... You already know that, Don't you? That as well, Was proven to you just a few short weeks ago.
Already, You have gotten but a small taste of the pain you will experience back at Highway To Hell. But at this Pay Per View, You will not have the luxury of a partner, Rachel cant save you. No God, He wouldn't be able to save you from me. Nor any Force of Nature by your side. It will be you and you alone who stand looking across the ring into the eyes of "The Devil".
Into the eyes of the superior wrestler. A God among men... Hell Szaban, In your case. I am a walking talking plague.
I know you Matthew, At that moment, You will be tempted to call out to your God once again for strength. Do so at your own peril, For it will do nothing except give you a false sense of hope. At the end of that evening, You will have fallen victim to the true power of The XVI... Jihad Sullivan... And "The Unholy Union".
Jihad finally turns from his balcony, And begins to make his way back into his suite. As he walks, He continues right on speaking...
Jihad ~ Oh yes, One more thing Matthew. Speaking of Rachel... I have heard XVI's very own resident loose lipped, Bow legged, Disease infected wonder tell us all that she will be standing in your corner come King Of The Ring... Well, If that doesn't guarentee me another victory over you, Nothing will... I can just see that buffoon now, Swinging a chair at me, Missing badly, Clobbering you and me picking up the win.
But you see, That really isn't the point I am trying to make. The point is, You have Rachel in your corner? Well good, Because... I will have the very own "Queen of The Night in my corner. That's right, You have Rachel in your corner... Well I am going to have Halo in mine. And seeing that Halo would just as soon slap Rachel as to even look at her... Well, I am truly hoping that Rachel tries to interfere in this match just to see Halo stomp a mud hole in her ass and then walk it dry...
And then making his way to his bed, And taking a seat...
Jihad ~ Matt... This is it for you. If you are hoping, Or put your faith in some higher power saving you at King Of The Ring. It isn't going to happen, Not a chance. By the end, Of that most fateful tonight. I promise you... It will myself, That you will be bowing your head to. I'll see you then pal...
On on those words, The scene abruptly fades to black...
End Scene.
Jihad ~ Isn't it a beautiful sight? "Sin City", My how I do love this town.
Down below, There are thousands of people calling out at this very minute. They all call to your God, Szaban. They each want him to grant them good fortune, To make the dice fall in their favor, Or the steel ball bounce the right way.
Every one of them hoping beyond hope that this is their one chance. That this is their time. Time for them to be granted the luck they have been missing all this time. After all, It was only through luck that those of us more "fortunate" ones have achieved all that we have in life, Right?
And then. Still looking over the city with a most disgusted look upon his face...
Jihad ~ How pitiful.
Take some responsibility for yourselves. I am what I am today through hard work and determination. Everything I have is mine because I have taken it. Nothing was given to me!
I did not need your God to make me the man I am. Instead, I relied on the highest power imaginable ... Myself!
A man can look no farther than the mirror to find all the strength he should ever need. Weaker men look to others to provide for them, And those are the men who are easily cast aside as the strong ascend to the power that is rightfully theirs. Just like myself.
However, You are not so weak as them, Matthew. It is evident that you have some knowledge of self-reliance. You have taken yourself to the top of this wretched business and called yourself "Champion". And yet, You still bow to this God?
It was you who accomplished those things, Matthew. It was the time you spent training, In the gym building that body, And in the ring building that mind. There was no one else with you that night you claimed The World Championship. You and you alone stood with your hand held high, The belt of Champions strapped around your waist.
What you will find, Though, Is that your opponent this week will not be so easy. But you already know that, Don't you? That fact was proven to you just mere weeks ago. You have meddled in the affairs of The VNB. Continually, You assert yourself where you do not belong, Seeking to poison the relationship between myself and The Fallen' Angel.
That is a mistake that will be rectified this week.
If you have studied, And I know you have, You know what happens to those who cross paths with the true power here in The XVI. The VNB has vanquished all who have stood in their path, And you will prove no exception.
And then again, Pausing to smirk slightly...
Jihad ~ But again... You already know that, Don't you? That as well, Was proven to you just a few short weeks ago.
Already, You have gotten but a small taste of the pain you will experience back at Highway To Hell. But at this Pay Per View, You will not have the luxury of a partner, Rachel cant save you. No God, He wouldn't be able to save you from me. Nor any Force of Nature by your side. It will be you and you alone who stand looking across the ring into the eyes of "The Devil".
Into the eyes of the superior wrestler. A God among men... Hell Szaban, In your case. I am a walking talking plague.
I know you Matthew, At that moment, You will be tempted to call out to your God once again for strength. Do so at your own peril, For it will do nothing except give you a false sense of hope. At the end of that evening, You will have fallen victim to the true power of The XVI... Jihad Sullivan... And "The Unholy Union".
Jihad finally turns from his balcony, And begins to make his way back into his suite. As he walks, He continues right on speaking...
Jihad ~ Oh yes, One more thing Matthew. Speaking of Rachel... I have heard XVI's very own resident loose lipped, Bow legged, Disease infected wonder tell us all that she will be standing in your corner come King Of The Ring... Well, If that doesn't guarentee me another victory over you, Nothing will... I can just see that buffoon now, Swinging a chair at me, Missing badly, Clobbering you and me picking up the win.
But you see, That really isn't the point I am trying to make. The point is, You have Rachel in your corner? Well good, Because... I will have the very own "Queen of The Night in my corner. That's right, You have Rachel in your corner... Well I am going to have Halo in mine. And seeing that Halo would just as soon slap Rachel as to even look at her... Well, I am truly hoping that Rachel tries to interfere in this match just to see Halo stomp a mud hole in her ass and then walk it dry...
And then making his way to his bed, And taking a seat...
Jihad ~ Matt... This is it for you. If you are hoping, Or put your faith in some higher power saving you at King Of The Ring. It isn't going to happen, Not a chance. By the end, Of that most fateful tonight. I promise you... It will myself, That you will be bowing your head to. I'll see you then pal...
On on those words, The scene abruptly fades to black...
End Scene.
