Post by The VNB on Mar 13, 2007 10:48:33 GMT -5
The XVItron lights up with static for 5 seconds... Click... A XVI logo pulses briefly on the screen before it is replaced with a VNB logo... Click... The XVItron fades in to The Ruler Of ALL's throne room, Decorated as exquisitely as ever, However even though there are more decorations, The room seems emptier. Some things... Appear to be missing.
There are no tables covered with food. The dozens of servants that are normally milling about are gone. In their places, In addition to the usual design aesthetics of the room, Are various display cases which are filled with artifacts from the years gone by.
As the camera pans around the room, We are treated to visually stunning pieces. The first display unit features an ancient Roman soldier in full armor brandishing an incredibly sharp-looking sword. In the case next to it, A soldier aiming a bow with a flaming arrow into the sky. The next case shows a gladiator brandishing chains against a lion in the Coliseum.
The camera passes around the room behind the throne where a huge wall painting depicts a war setting. As we get to the other side of the room, An actual catapult used in old times sits on the floor. On the wall next to it, A display case stands filled with over a dozen different swords and various other striking weapons used in close combat. As you continue to gaze about the room. It appears that their is some sort of artifact from every war ever fought, Displayed proudly in this large throne room!
However...
Gone, And most recognizable by their absence are. Behind Jihad's throne... The many Championships Titles he has captured, Are simply no longer there. The three huge statues that used to line the side of the room of Michael Gordy, Trish Sullivan and Jihad Sullivan himself, Are missing... But perhaps most mystifying... Only one throne now sits upon the huge riser that covers the entire side of the room. Oddly enough, The throne room looks just as it did, The many long years ago Jihad Sullivan took seize of The Empire.
And then... The camera pans back over to the one throne in the middle of the riser, Where we see Jihad is sitting. He just leans back deep into the throne and relaxes, An eerie calm coming over him.
Jihad ~ How does one measure greatness? Is it a splendid compound such as the one I now reside in? Or perhaps it is a record of 198 wins, 12 drawls, As compared to only 9 losses. Or perhaps, It is creating the most feared wresting stable in pro-wrestling history or winning 7 World Championships.
Yes... All that I have mentioned, It surely signs of greatness. But alas... None of this, Truly measure greatness.
For you see... There is only sure way to measure ones greatness. And that is after their time has passed, Will they still be remembered for their deeds and creations. Men such as Columbus, Edison... Now these, Were great men. You could even throw in the like of Hitler and Oswald. Yes, Perhaps not great men... However, They will never be forgotten. They will forever live in infamy.
Jihad then pauses. He looks all about his throne room, His creation. A very sullen looks appears upon his face as he takes it all in.
Jihad ~ My creation... My Violent New Breed. Since its inception. We, The VNB, We have had only 9 true elite members, Have held claim to an amazing total of 31 World Championships within The VNB. That is correct, Not an overstatement. The VNB, We are the elite, We accept no less than perfection from our members. However... All of this would be for not. If 10 years from now, The VNB would be simply... Forgotten.
The VNB, We will not be like The Horsemen, The NWO... Or Even... The DOA. I, The Almighty Ruler Of ALL of this Violent New Breed. Have now taken, The proper steps to insure that The VNB... Will live forever.
And this new era... It begins this week at Side Effect.
Jihad then stands from his throne, And continues to look about his throne room...
Jihad ~ Yes, This may be a new era. But you can most certainly still expect the same utter dominance to be displayed by The VNB. However... Some things, Will be quite different.
Jihad then slowly, Most methodically, Begins to make his way to the two huge steel doors that lead the way into The VNB throne room. Then stopping at the door, He pauses for a very long moment. And then, Turning his head, He takes another long gaze at his creation. As if he is taking it all in... For the last time. And then... Slightly lowering his head, And just barely above a whisper, You then hear...
Jihad ~ It is time for this Devil to return from wince he came. However... I will be leaving you all. One hell of a remembrance of me...
And on those chilling words... With both hands, Jihad swings open the steel doors that lead into the room, And makes his way out. The huge doors then swing shut, And their is now total and complete silence within The Throne Room of The VNB...
And the scene fades to black.
End Scene.
There are no tables covered with food. The dozens of servants that are normally milling about are gone. In their places, In addition to the usual design aesthetics of the room, Are various display cases which are filled with artifacts from the years gone by.
As the camera pans around the room, We are treated to visually stunning pieces. The first display unit features an ancient Roman soldier in full armor brandishing an incredibly sharp-looking sword. In the case next to it, A soldier aiming a bow with a flaming arrow into the sky. The next case shows a gladiator brandishing chains against a lion in the Coliseum.
The camera passes around the room behind the throne where a huge wall painting depicts a war setting. As we get to the other side of the room, An actual catapult used in old times sits on the floor. On the wall next to it, A display case stands filled with over a dozen different swords and various other striking weapons used in close combat. As you continue to gaze about the room. It appears that their is some sort of artifact from every war ever fought, Displayed proudly in this large throne room!
However...
Gone, And most recognizable by their absence are. Behind Jihad's throne... The many Championships Titles he has captured, Are simply no longer there. The three huge statues that used to line the side of the room of Michael Gordy, Trish Sullivan and Jihad Sullivan himself, Are missing... But perhaps most mystifying... Only one throne now sits upon the huge riser that covers the entire side of the room. Oddly enough, The throne room looks just as it did, The many long years ago Jihad Sullivan took seize of The Empire.
And then... The camera pans back over to the one throne in the middle of the riser, Where we see Jihad is sitting. He just leans back deep into the throne and relaxes, An eerie calm coming over him.
Jihad ~ How does one measure greatness? Is it a splendid compound such as the one I now reside in? Or perhaps it is a record of 198 wins, 12 drawls, As compared to only 9 losses. Or perhaps, It is creating the most feared wresting stable in pro-wrestling history or winning 7 World Championships.
Yes... All that I have mentioned, It surely signs of greatness. But alas... None of this, Truly measure greatness.
For you see... There is only sure way to measure ones greatness. And that is after their time has passed, Will they still be remembered for their deeds and creations. Men such as Columbus, Edison... Now these, Were great men. You could even throw in the like of Hitler and Oswald. Yes, Perhaps not great men... However, They will never be forgotten. They will forever live in infamy.
Jihad then pauses. He looks all about his throne room, His creation. A very sullen looks appears upon his face as he takes it all in.
Jihad ~ My creation... My Violent New Breed. Since its inception. We, The VNB, We have had only 9 true elite members, Have held claim to an amazing total of 31 World Championships within The VNB. That is correct, Not an overstatement. The VNB, We are the elite, We accept no less than perfection from our members. However... All of this would be for not. If 10 years from now, The VNB would be simply... Forgotten.
The VNB, We will not be like The Horsemen, The NWO... Or Even... The DOA. I, The Almighty Ruler Of ALL of this Violent New Breed. Have now taken, The proper steps to insure that The VNB... Will live forever.
And this new era... It begins this week at Side Effect.
Jihad then stands from his throne, And continues to look about his throne room...
Jihad ~ Yes, This may be a new era. But you can most certainly still expect the same utter dominance to be displayed by The VNB. However... Some things, Will be quite different.
Jihad then slowly, Most methodically, Begins to make his way to the two huge steel doors that lead the way into The VNB throne room. Then stopping at the door, He pauses for a very long moment. And then, Turning his head, He takes another long gaze at his creation. As if he is taking it all in... For the last time. And then... Slightly lowering his head, And just barely above a whisper, You then hear...
Jihad ~ It is time for this Devil to return from wince he came. However... I will be leaving you all. One hell of a remembrance of me...
And on those chilling words... With both hands, Jihad swings open the steel doors that lead into the room, And makes his way out. The huge doors then swing shut, And their is now total and complete silence within The Throne Room of The VNB...
And the scene fades to black.
End Scene.
