Post by The VNB on May 23, 2007 9:19:20 GMT -5
The XVI cameras take us to a far corner of The VNB Compound, Hidden away from the main complex. We've seen this place many times before. The camera view shows us The VNB training grounds sprawled out in front of us. A massive area is filled to bursting with the legions of The VNB, Men and women in red robes lined up in perfect rows, Standing perfectly still. The numbers are too much to guess by the naked eye... There must be thousands in this training complex.
The camera view swings around so that it is above the crowd, Looking back towards the entrance of the training grounds, Where a high wall overlooks the training area. A throne has been constructed atop the wall... A viewing area for Jihad "The Devil" Sullivan to keep an eye on his own personnel army.
And then suddenly, The mass of people erupt in a loud cheer as Jihad himself appears atop the wall, Walking towards his throne. He walks in front of the throne, And turns to look out over his people, And bows to them, And the entire gathering bows back to him as one perfect unit. As the crowd straightens up, a "DEVIL! DEVIL! DEVIL!" chant breaks out in the crowd, And soon the entire amassed legion is chanting. Jihad simply looks out over the crowd, With a large smile across his face.
Jihad then reaches down, And presses a button on a console, And on the wall in front of him, a curtain drops, Revealing a huge mural on the wall of Jihad, With The XVI World Heavyweight Championship belt slung over his shoulder. The assembled VNB members break out into a huge cheer again. Jihad looks over them again, Still smiling, And then holds out his hand, Chest high, Palm down, And then lowers it to his waist. The VNB members immediately fall silent, And return to a position of attention.
Jihad then turns and seats himself on his throne, Adjusting his long flowing came to fit perfect over the throne. He then looks out over his army for several moments, Before getting back to his feet, And he address the gathering, His voice magnified by a microphone on the wall, Through huge speakers below.
Jihad ~ It is my great honor to stand here once again before you, My brothers and sisters of The Empire knows as The Violent New Breed.
The crowd cheers again.
Jihad ~ In my career, I have achieved all what everyone thought impossible. I, Myself... Have raised the bar of excellence to unreachable levels... Yes, I am indeed, The standard which all shall follow.
The VNB, As a unit, Have always destroyed all obstacles in our way. However, Many more will spring up in our path. Our work is not yet complete. Having neutered The Maggot, Having destroyed Hart, Having made Nirvana retire years too soon for a man of his talent. The XVI, Like so many other federations, Is now firmly held within our grasp!
Jihad then pauses for a long moment, Looking over his assembled masses.
Jihad ~ Many times, I have came before you all such as I am now. And I tried to keep you abreast of all great wars that The VNB would be facing. And this time, It is no different. However, Our rival... Is very different. He wants to take away, The very aura, Of The VNB...
Now, With that being said... We must not become complacent! This man, This so called "Champion of Champion's". Has visions to do what the great Jihad Sullivan, Has already done! This Man... Sees himself as a threat, Yet his forces are pitiful. He alone, Is not a threat to my Championship, Nor The VNB... However... He does not stand alone. My friends, This time, We will facing the most popular wrester in the history of the sport.
This man has fans, This man has supporters that would go to hell and back for him. Hell, This man may have more fan support than what the Sahara has grains of sand. Yes, When The VNB go into the match with Mr. Szaban, For the first time, We will be vastly out numbered...
But even with Szaban's staggering fan support... They can not save him from his fate. Come Highway To Hell, I will destroy the one known as "The Champion Of Champion's. You see, He is weak. He allows himself to be questioned! I guarentee you all now, He is at his modest home, Questioning if he should even bother to show up for this match. Or if he should just take the first plane, train or automobile out of town.
And then suddenly, And most unexpectedly, A voice calls out from the assembled VNB members.
Soldier ~ But, My Lord! With all due respect, Should you accept this match? You have not been in a wresting ring in nearly two and half years. And to step in the ring, With someone the caliber of Szaban, Is simply suicidal!
And on those words, Jihad stops dead in his tracks.
Jihad ~ Soldier, Step forward.
A man in the front row immediately takes two steps forward. Jihad then turns and walks away from the throne, And heads down the steps to the field below. Jihad then walks up to the man, And glares at him, Slowly walking around him in a circle, Never taking his eyes off of him.
Jihad ~ Do you make a habit of questioning your Master, Soldier?
Soldier ~ No, Sir!
Jihad then turns and yells out to the rest of the people.
Jihad ~ What is the first rule of this army?
The entire assembly yells out as one.
Army ~ YOU LEAD, WE FOLLOW SIR!
Jihad then turns back to the man.
Jihad ~ This is correct, Is it not?
Soldier ~ Y-y-yes sir.
Jihad ~ Then why would you speak out of turn?
Soldier ~ I thought I could give you advice, Sir. To help serve.
Jihad ~ That is your problem. You thought. I am the Commander. I am the leader. I make all the decisions. I lead, You follow! Is this correct?
Soldier ~ Y-y-y-y-yes, sir!
Jihad then grabs a nearby guard's shield, And throws it on the ground. He then grabs the man and drills him into the shield with The Holy War! Jihad then quickly stands back up.
Jihad ~ Guards, Punish this man!
Two guards move in and quickly drag the man away. Soon after, His screams of torture can be heard throughout the compound.
Jihad ~ This is what awaits you should you disobey The VNB! This is what awaits you when you challenge the all mighty Jihad Sullivan!
I will the job done! I will do whatever it takes to ensure The VNB remains on top of The XVI! And this moment, That means disposing of one Matt Szaban!
Szaban does not have the intestinal fortitude to make the right decisions! The HARD decisions! This weight of command does not burden me! Szaban does not belong in the same ring with such a man as I! Szaban shall be made an example of at Highway To Hell! An example for all those that oppose me! I will hurt him! I will make him bleed! I will crush all his hopes and his dreams, As I crush his voice box with my "Devil's Triangle". And I will destroy what little common sence he has left in his brain as I crush his skull time and time again with my "Holy War". It is now time for all to say good by to Matt Szaban, His time has NOW come to an abupt end!
Long live The VNB!
As one, Those assembled put their fists to their chests and yell at the top of their lungs "LONG LIVE THE VNB!" The cameras fade to black with the sounds of the soldier screaming still in the background...
End Scene...
The camera view swings around so that it is above the crowd, Looking back towards the entrance of the training grounds, Where a high wall overlooks the training area. A throne has been constructed atop the wall... A viewing area for Jihad "The Devil" Sullivan to keep an eye on his own personnel army.
And then suddenly, The mass of people erupt in a loud cheer as Jihad himself appears atop the wall, Walking towards his throne. He walks in front of the throne, And turns to look out over his people, And bows to them, And the entire gathering bows back to him as one perfect unit. As the crowd straightens up, a "DEVIL! DEVIL! DEVIL!" chant breaks out in the crowd, And soon the entire amassed legion is chanting. Jihad simply looks out over the crowd, With a large smile across his face.
Jihad then reaches down, And presses a button on a console, And on the wall in front of him, a curtain drops, Revealing a huge mural on the wall of Jihad, With The XVI World Heavyweight Championship belt slung over his shoulder. The assembled VNB members break out into a huge cheer again. Jihad looks over them again, Still smiling, And then holds out his hand, Chest high, Palm down, And then lowers it to his waist. The VNB members immediately fall silent, And return to a position of attention.
Jihad then turns and seats himself on his throne, Adjusting his long flowing came to fit perfect over the throne. He then looks out over his army for several moments, Before getting back to his feet, And he address the gathering, His voice magnified by a microphone on the wall, Through huge speakers below.
Jihad ~ It is my great honor to stand here once again before you, My brothers and sisters of The Empire knows as The Violent New Breed.
The crowd cheers again.
Jihad ~ In my career, I have achieved all what everyone thought impossible. I, Myself... Have raised the bar of excellence to unreachable levels... Yes, I am indeed, The standard which all shall follow.
The VNB, As a unit, Have always destroyed all obstacles in our way. However, Many more will spring up in our path. Our work is not yet complete. Having neutered The Maggot, Having destroyed Hart, Having made Nirvana retire years too soon for a man of his talent. The XVI, Like so many other federations, Is now firmly held within our grasp!
Jihad then pauses for a long moment, Looking over his assembled masses.
Jihad ~ Many times, I have came before you all such as I am now. And I tried to keep you abreast of all great wars that The VNB would be facing. And this time, It is no different. However, Our rival... Is very different. He wants to take away, The very aura, Of The VNB...
Now, With that being said... We must not become complacent! This man, This so called "Champion of Champion's". Has visions to do what the great Jihad Sullivan, Has already done! This Man... Sees himself as a threat, Yet his forces are pitiful. He alone, Is not a threat to my Championship, Nor The VNB... However... He does not stand alone. My friends, This time, We will facing the most popular wrester in the history of the sport.
This man has fans, This man has supporters that would go to hell and back for him. Hell, This man may have more fan support than what the Sahara has grains of sand. Yes, When The VNB go into the match with Mr. Szaban, For the first time, We will be vastly out numbered...
But even with Szaban's staggering fan support... They can not save him from his fate. Come Highway To Hell, I will destroy the one known as "The Champion Of Champion's. You see, He is weak. He allows himself to be questioned! I guarentee you all now, He is at his modest home, Questioning if he should even bother to show up for this match. Or if he should just take the first plane, train or automobile out of town.
And then suddenly, And most unexpectedly, A voice calls out from the assembled VNB members.
Soldier ~ But, My Lord! With all due respect, Should you accept this match? You have not been in a wresting ring in nearly two and half years. And to step in the ring, With someone the caliber of Szaban, Is simply suicidal!
And on those words, Jihad stops dead in his tracks.
Jihad ~ Soldier, Step forward.
A man in the front row immediately takes two steps forward. Jihad then turns and walks away from the throne, And heads down the steps to the field below. Jihad then walks up to the man, And glares at him, Slowly walking around him in a circle, Never taking his eyes off of him.
Jihad ~ Do you make a habit of questioning your Master, Soldier?
Soldier ~ No, Sir!
Jihad then turns and yells out to the rest of the people.
Jihad ~ What is the first rule of this army?
The entire assembly yells out as one.
Army ~ YOU LEAD, WE FOLLOW SIR!
Jihad then turns back to the man.
Jihad ~ This is correct, Is it not?
Soldier ~ Y-y-yes sir.
Jihad ~ Then why would you speak out of turn?
Soldier ~ I thought I could give you advice, Sir. To help serve.
Jihad ~ That is your problem. You thought. I am the Commander. I am the leader. I make all the decisions. I lead, You follow! Is this correct?
Soldier ~ Y-y-y-y-yes, sir!
Jihad then grabs a nearby guard's shield, And throws it on the ground. He then grabs the man and drills him into the shield with The Holy War! Jihad then quickly stands back up.
Jihad ~ Guards, Punish this man!
Two guards move in and quickly drag the man away. Soon after, His screams of torture can be heard throughout the compound.
Jihad ~ This is what awaits you should you disobey The VNB! This is what awaits you when you challenge the all mighty Jihad Sullivan!
I will the job done! I will do whatever it takes to ensure The VNB remains on top of The XVI! And this moment, That means disposing of one Matt Szaban!
Szaban does not have the intestinal fortitude to make the right decisions! The HARD decisions! This weight of command does not burden me! Szaban does not belong in the same ring with such a man as I! Szaban shall be made an example of at Highway To Hell! An example for all those that oppose me! I will hurt him! I will make him bleed! I will crush all his hopes and his dreams, As I crush his voice box with my "Devil's Triangle". And I will destroy what little common sence he has left in his brain as I crush his skull time and time again with my "Holy War". It is now time for all to say good by to Matt Szaban, His time has NOW come to an abupt end!
Long live The VNB!
As one, Those assembled put their fists to their chests and yell at the top of their lungs "LONG LIVE THE VNB!" The cameras fade to black with the sounds of the soldier screaming still in the background...
End Scene...
