Post by "The New Era Icon" David Calaz on Jul 6, 2007 3:26:22 GMT -5
Behold the King, the King of Kings.
On your knees dog. All hail.
Bow down to the, bow down to the King.
Bow down to the, bow down to the King.
The King grinned red as he walked from the blaze,
Where the traitor lost both his name and his face.
Through the halls and the corridors stinging in blood,
He tasted his grin and it tasted good.
The King took his head. Left him broken and dead.
Bow down to the, bow down to the King.
Bow down to the, bow down to the King.
Bow down to the, bow down to the King.
The King left none living, none able to tell.
The King took their heads and he sent them to hell.
Their screams echoed loud in the place of their death.
Ripped open they died. With their final breath.
They hailed to the King, the King of Kings.
Bow down to the, bow down to the King.
Bow down to the, bow down to the King.
Bow down to the, bow down to the King.
Into the dirt, his will be done.
Now feel your fear, there can be only one.
Bow down, bow down, bow down to the ...
Bow down, bow down, bow down, bow down to the ...
Bow down, bow down to the...
Bow down to the, bow down to the King.
Bow down to the ...
Bow down, bow down, bow down.
The King is here, now feel your fear.
The King of Kings.
All hail, all hail the King.
On your knees, on your knees for the King.
The King of Kings, there is only one.
On your knees dog. All hail.
Bow down to the, bow down to the King.
Bow down to the, bow down to the King.
The King grinned red as he walked from the blaze,
Where the traitor lost both his name and his face.
Through the halls and the corridors stinging in blood,
He tasted his grin and it tasted good.
The King took his head. Left him broken and dead.
Bow down to the, bow down to the King.
Bow down to the, bow down to the King.
Bow down to the, bow down to the King.
The King left none living, none able to tell.
The King took their heads and he sent them to hell.
Their screams echoed loud in the place of their death.
Ripped open they died. With their final breath.
They hailed to the King, the King of Kings.
Bow down to the, bow down to the King.
Bow down to the, bow down to the King.
Bow down to the, bow down to the King.
Into the dirt, his will be done.
Now feel your fear, there can be only one.
Bow down, bow down, bow down to the ...
Bow down, bow down, bow down, bow down to the ...
Bow down, bow down to the...
Bow down to the, bow down to the King.
Bow down to the ...
Bow down, bow down, bow down.
The King is here, now feel your fear.
The King of Kings.
All hail, all hail the King.
On your knees, on your knees for the King.
The King of Kings, there is only one.
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It is dark, pitch black in fact, a small sparkle of light comes from the corner of this dark place, then disappears as quick as it came. The camera seems to be panning around the room looking for the source of light. The camera stops suddenly, a quick flash of light once again and then that little sparkle once more. A dim light shines revealing a small room, it resembles a locker room with the usual lockers around the edge, but instead of benches in the middle, there is a chair, a throne.
Sitting atop this throne is a smug looking David Calaz his evil smile sends chills down your spine, he has his usual casual wear on; skin tight jeans a baggy hooded top and black converse shoes, a sceptre rests in his right hand and on top of his head a crown glistens gently in the dim light of the room. Lay across his legs, her head resting on one arm of the chair and her long, soft legs drooped over the other is Jaime Reed, she is wearing only a robe fit for a king and seemingly nothing else, she giggles hysterically. She runs her soft subtle fingers over his chest as they stare at each other giggling like school children. Calaz looks down at the soft face of Jaime and then back up to the camera.
~ “The New Era Icon” David Calaz ~
Don't you just love it when a plan comes together, I mean look at it this way Makaveli never even imagined I'd make it past the first round of this tournament, but just look at me I sit here in this throne with my robe and my sceptre and my crown and of course my prize jewel...
Calaz looks back down at Jaime who is still giggling and kicking her feet almost child like. She pouts and makes teasing faces toward Calaz. They both laugh hysterically again for a second and Calaz once again turns his attention to the camera.
~ “The New Era Icon” David Calaz ~
Oh and who could forget, not only am I King of this place now, I still have this... The Xtreme title and there is nothing Mak can do to stop me from keeping it, you see the little deal we made 4 weeks ago was all in his favour, he had it all to against and little to lose, whereas I well it was different for me.
I had to get through three opponents, and they weren't easy opponents and he knew that, but I did it because I wanted it more than them, those men that fell before me didn’t have a reason to win the tournament, whereas I did, I had to show the world that I could do it, without anyone’s help, and I did.
The lights turn bright from their previously dull state and reveal the rest of the room, on the wall behind the large chair Calaz sits on is what looks like a large splash of black paint that has just been thrown onto the wall. Then written on the wall is the word "Serafin".
Calaz takes a look over his shoulder and looks at the wall and a little giggle is heard from him, he turns back to the camera slowly with a menacing grin on his face.
~ “The New Era Icon” David Calaz ~
Yes, alliances were formed, ones you thought you would never see, but ones that will become unstoppable and great. Serafin, a word taken from the Czech word "Seraphen", meaning: A higher ranked angel. And that's what we are; we are higher ranked angels that have flown straight out of hell to inject our poison, our hate and our misery into this company... And now that we have started we shall not be stopped.
Matthew Szaban, it is obvious what Mak has done here, Jihad couldn't get the job done at King Of The Ring, so he is putting me in a match with you so I can do his dirty work, he wants us to beat the crap outta each other, I know that's his plan, i know how he thinks, well as much as I hate to admit it, I will be doing him a favour, because I will beat the living crap out of you, I will leave you in the centre of the ring flat out on your back, and if you're not flat out on your back, you will be begging for me to put you there...
Well mercy is not an option, none will be asked for and none will be given, I'm sorry Matt but you don't have a choice here, I will make you beg me to stop, you will be pleading with me, drawing your last breathes and wasting them away pleading with me to stop... But I won't, I can't that's not the way this works.
Calaz takes the crown from off his head and throws it violently across the room, he does the same with the sceptre, Jaime lies comfortably still across his legs laughing hysterically like a child. Her soft hands still slowly caressing his body. Calaz smiles that evil smile we have grown accustomed to seeing. He stares deep into the lens of the camera for a while before letting out a chuckle and then beginning to speak once more.
~ “The New Era Icon” David Calaz ~
Makaveli's plan was for me to lose, and for me to forfeit my title just like I said I would, but I don't have to, you see there are two things in this world that mean the most to me, number one is the person sitting with me right here, Jaime Reed and number two is wrestling... And with this title it shows that I am damn good at what I do. And sitting in this throne proves it just a little more, but you see, I don’t need crowns or belts to tell me that I am damn good at what I do, I fucking know I am damn good at what I do.
The only thing I need to prove it is a ring and an opponent, and I'm in the mood to show just how good I am, and unfortunately for Szaban he is in my way, sure he is a former champ, sure he beat "The Ruler Of All" Jihad, but he hasn’t beat me and I can guaran-damn-tee he won't.
Jaime slowly stands up from Calaz's knee and he gets up behind her, he slowly walks over to the wall behind him and sits down in front of it. He looks up toward the Serafin logo and smiles; Jaime arrives and sits by the side of it she is also smiling along with him.
~ “The New Era Icon” David Calaz ~
Let me just take some time to explain, who we are and what we are doing, you see we are not all bad, we are here to rid you of the lies that Makaveli tells, we are here to expose the truth. We are sick and tired of hiding and we are taking a stand against the oppression.
We are Serafin, envied by many mirrored by none, undefeated and undefeatable. We can not and will not be broken by mere human power, oh no it would take a lot more than that to stop something this big, it is just a factor of evolution and we are the ones evolving whereas you, you will all be left behind eating our dirt along the way...
Go home, tell your family that you love them, give your kids one last hug, then go and tell your wife that you love her and you will miss her, then come and stand in our way and watch as you get beaten to within an inch of your life, yes Szaban listen up go and say good bye to your loved ones, because after Side Effect your going to wish you were dead...
Jaime lets off another evil laugh as she stands up to walk away, the camera zooms in on Calaz who once again smiles that sickening smile, he then stands up and follows Jaime, the camera stays focused on the wall before the scene fades to black.
It is dark, pitch black in fact, a small sparkle of light comes from the corner of this dark place, then disappears as quick as it came. The camera seems to be panning around the room looking for the source of light. The camera stops suddenly, a quick flash of light once again and then that little sparkle once more. A dim light shines revealing a small room, it resembles a locker room with the usual lockers around the edge, but instead of benches in the middle, there is a chair, a throne.
Sitting atop this throne is a smug looking David Calaz his evil smile sends chills down your spine, he has his usual casual wear on; skin tight jeans a baggy hooded top and black converse shoes, a sceptre rests in his right hand and on top of his head a crown glistens gently in the dim light of the room. Lay across his legs, her head resting on one arm of the chair and her long, soft legs drooped over the other is Jaime Reed, she is wearing only a robe fit for a king and seemingly nothing else, she giggles hysterically. She runs her soft subtle fingers over his chest as they stare at each other giggling like school children. Calaz looks down at the soft face of Jaime and then back up to the camera.
~ “The New Era Icon” David Calaz ~
Don't you just love it when a plan comes together, I mean look at it this way Makaveli never even imagined I'd make it past the first round of this tournament, but just look at me I sit here in this throne with my robe and my sceptre and my crown and of course my prize jewel...
Calaz looks back down at Jaime who is still giggling and kicking her feet almost child like. She pouts and makes teasing faces toward Calaz. They both laugh hysterically again for a second and Calaz once again turns his attention to the camera.
~ “The New Era Icon” David Calaz ~
Oh and who could forget, not only am I King of this place now, I still have this... The Xtreme title and there is nothing Mak can do to stop me from keeping it, you see the little deal we made 4 weeks ago was all in his favour, he had it all to against and little to lose, whereas I well it was different for me.
I had to get through three opponents, and they weren't easy opponents and he knew that, but I did it because I wanted it more than them, those men that fell before me didn’t have a reason to win the tournament, whereas I did, I had to show the world that I could do it, without anyone’s help, and I did.
The lights turn bright from their previously dull state and reveal the rest of the room, on the wall behind the large chair Calaz sits on is what looks like a large splash of black paint that has just been thrown onto the wall. Then written on the wall is the word "Serafin".
Calaz takes a look over his shoulder and looks at the wall and a little giggle is heard from him, he turns back to the camera slowly with a menacing grin on his face.
~ “The New Era Icon” David Calaz ~
Yes, alliances were formed, ones you thought you would never see, but ones that will become unstoppable and great. Serafin, a word taken from the Czech word "Seraphen", meaning: A higher ranked angel. And that's what we are; we are higher ranked angels that have flown straight out of hell to inject our poison, our hate and our misery into this company... And now that we have started we shall not be stopped.
Matthew Szaban, it is obvious what Mak has done here, Jihad couldn't get the job done at King Of The Ring, so he is putting me in a match with you so I can do his dirty work, he wants us to beat the crap outta each other, I know that's his plan, i know how he thinks, well as much as I hate to admit it, I will be doing him a favour, because I will beat the living crap out of you, I will leave you in the centre of the ring flat out on your back, and if you're not flat out on your back, you will be begging for me to put you there...
Well mercy is not an option, none will be asked for and none will be given, I'm sorry Matt but you don't have a choice here, I will make you beg me to stop, you will be pleading with me, drawing your last breathes and wasting them away pleading with me to stop... But I won't, I can't that's not the way this works.
Calaz takes the crown from off his head and throws it violently across the room, he does the same with the sceptre, Jaime lies comfortably still across his legs laughing hysterically like a child. Her soft hands still slowly caressing his body. Calaz smiles that evil smile we have grown accustomed to seeing. He stares deep into the lens of the camera for a while before letting out a chuckle and then beginning to speak once more.
~ “The New Era Icon” David Calaz ~
Makaveli's plan was for me to lose, and for me to forfeit my title just like I said I would, but I don't have to, you see there are two things in this world that mean the most to me, number one is the person sitting with me right here, Jaime Reed and number two is wrestling... And with this title it shows that I am damn good at what I do. And sitting in this throne proves it just a little more, but you see, I don’t need crowns or belts to tell me that I am damn good at what I do, I fucking know I am damn good at what I do.
The only thing I need to prove it is a ring and an opponent, and I'm in the mood to show just how good I am, and unfortunately for Szaban he is in my way, sure he is a former champ, sure he beat "The Ruler Of All" Jihad, but he hasn’t beat me and I can guaran-damn-tee he won't.
Jaime slowly stands up from Calaz's knee and he gets up behind her, he slowly walks over to the wall behind him and sits down in front of it. He looks up toward the Serafin logo and smiles; Jaime arrives and sits by the side of it she is also smiling along with him.
~ “The New Era Icon” David Calaz ~
Let me just take some time to explain, who we are and what we are doing, you see we are not all bad, we are here to rid you of the lies that Makaveli tells, we are here to expose the truth. We are sick and tired of hiding and we are taking a stand against the oppression.
We are Serafin, envied by many mirrored by none, undefeated and undefeatable. We can not and will not be broken by mere human power, oh no it would take a lot more than that to stop something this big, it is just a factor of evolution and we are the ones evolving whereas you, you will all be left behind eating our dirt along the way...
Go home, tell your family that you love them, give your kids one last hug, then go and tell your wife that you love her and you will miss her, then come and stand in our way and watch as you get beaten to within an inch of your life, yes Szaban listen up go and say good bye to your loved ones, because after Side Effect your going to wish you were dead...
Jaime lets off another evil laugh as she stands up to walk away, the camera zooms in on Calaz who once again smiles that sickening smile, he then stands up and follows Jaime, the camera stays focused on the wall before the scene fades to black.
