Post by Vince McMahon on Aug 30, 2007 20:20:10 GMT -5
S.N.T Week of 2-27-06
« Thread Started on Feb 28, 2006, 6:24pm »
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The Spirits of the Dead
*Returning from commercial, we find Raven in the back. He is pacing back and fourth with the Fuck the World title tenable around his shoulder. Raven suddenly stops as back stage interviewer James Poe (Made up person) runs over to the disturbed Raven.*
James Poe: Raven I would like to get your thoughts on Randy Orton picking you as his partner for this Saturday.
Raven: How do I feel? Well I have a question for you; you damn nonentity! How did Jesus feel when he was hanging on the cross, so people like you could be here today?
James Poe: Well, I don’t know.
Raven: Even the simplest of minded know the answer to this. Jesus didn’t feel any thing because Jesus never existed. But, if he did he would feel like an idiot for dying for someone like you. See millions of people have died for you to be here; yet, you do not care. Do you? You are too good to appreciate the dead. Well if is people like you that put those millions of people to shame. Now the spirits of the dead are here to teach a lesson to all you that share the common bond. The bond of greed. James now I want you to come closer to me.
*James deliberately walks over to the genius mastermind. Raven than hits the Even Flow on James Poe.*
Raven: Poe………you put shame to the name Poe……Poe was the greatest poet of all time, a man that changed my life for ever. Poe never took life to his advantage. Just like me he lived a terrible and dark life…..only filled with pain and suffering. But, Poe was different…..he under stood the dead. Poe once wrote
‘Thy soul shall find itself alone
'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone;
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy.
Be silent in that solitude,
Which is not loneliness- for then
The spirits of the dead, who stood
In life before thee, are again
In death around thee, and their will
Shall overshadow thee; be still.
The night, though clear, shall frown,
And the stars shall not look down
From their high thrones in the Heaven
With light like hope to mortals given,
But their red orbs, without beam,
To thy weariness shall seem
As a burning and a fever
Which would cling to thee for ever.
Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish,
Now are visions ne'er to vanish;
From thy spirit shall they pass
No more, like dew-drop from the grass.
The breeze, the breath of God, is still,
And the mist upon the hill
Shadowy, shadowy, yet unbroken,
Is a symbol and a token.
How it hangs upon the trees,
A mystery of mysteries!’
Raven: Now as you all should understand that….the dead is not buried six feet under. But, is only hiding in the corners. Waiting for the time when death to you is right….as they sneak up behind you, and you scream…some where in hell Satin is laughing with all his evil ones like Adolph Hitler and Napoleon. But, as these people…the people of woe drag you to the meeting point of heaven and hell…you wish that you could do that one last thing. You wish you could beat Raven. But, Batista lucky, you get the chance; but, as you fail and you are dragged by the Spirits of the Dead to the city of Woe…..and thrown in to the meeting place of internal happiness or internal darkness. As god hangs Jesus from a noose again you will find that the light at the end of your tunnel just turn black…and Satin is dragging you to hell. Batista this Saturday you become the next person on the list of my Cancer victims. And Vince…watch this closely…..because you still the last name for my list……10 candles blown out…one more this Saturday…..and than one last one with internal darkness to take over NHBWO. Quote the Raven….Nevermore
« Thread Started on Feb 28, 2006, 6:24pm »
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The Spirits of the Dead
*Returning from commercial, we find Raven in the back. He is pacing back and fourth with the Fuck the World title tenable around his shoulder. Raven suddenly stops as back stage interviewer James Poe (Made up person) runs over to the disturbed Raven.*
James Poe: Raven I would like to get your thoughts on Randy Orton picking you as his partner for this Saturday.
Raven: How do I feel? Well I have a question for you; you damn nonentity! How did Jesus feel when he was hanging on the cross, so people like you could be here today?
James Poe: Well, I don’t know.
Raven: Even the simplest of minded know the answer to this. Jesus didn’t feel any thing because Jesus never existed. But, if he did he would feel like an idiot for dying for someone like you. See millions of people have died for you to be here; yet, you do not care. Do you? You are too good to appreciate the dead. Well if is people like you that put those millions of people to shame. Now the spirits of the dead are here to teach a lesson to all you that share the common bond. The bond of greed. James now I want you to come closer to me.
*James deliberately walks over to the genius mastermind. Raven than hits the Even Flow on James Poe.*
Raven: Poe………you put shame to the name Poe……Poe was the greatest poet of all time, a man that changed my life for ever. Poe never took life to his advantage. Just like me he lived a terrible and dark life…..only filled with pain and suffering. But, Poe was different…..he under stood the dead. Poe once wrote
‘Thy soul shall find itself alone
'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone;
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy.
Be silent in that solitude,
Which is not loneliness- for then
The spirits of the dead, who stood
In life before thee, are again
In death around thee, and their will
Shall overshadow thee; be still.
The night, though clear, shall frown,
And the stars shall not look down
From their high thrones in the Heaven
With light like hope to mortals given,
But their red orbs, without beam,
To thy weariness shall seem
As a burning and a fever
Which would cling to thee for ever.
Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish,
Now are visions ne'er to vanish;
From thy spirit shall they pass
No more, like dew-drop from the grass.
The breeze, the breath of God, is still,
And the mist upon the hill
Shadowy, shadowy, yet unbroken,
Is a symbol and a token.
How it hangs upon the trees,
A mystery of mysteries!’
Raven: Now as you all should understand that….the dead is not buried six feet under. But, is only hiding in the corners. Waiting for the time when death to you is right….as they sneak up behind you, and you scream…some where in hell Satin is laughing with all his evil ones like Adolph Hitler and Napoleon. But, as these people…the people of woe drag you to the meeting point of heaven and hell…you wish that you could do that one last thing. You wish you could beat Raven. But, Batista lucky, you get the chance; but, as you fail and you are dragged by the Spirits of the Dead to the city of Woe…..and thrown in to the meeting place of internal happiness or internal darkness. As god hangs Jesus from a noose again you will find that the light at the end of your tunnel just turn black…and Satin is dragging you to hell. Batista this Saturday you become the next person on the list of my Cancer victims. And Vince…watch this closely…..because you still the last name for my list……10 candles blown out…one more this Saturday…..and than one last one with internal darkness to take over NHBWO. Quote the Raven….Nevermore