Post by Ankh on Oct 21, 2011 22:22:14 GMT -5
"By that sin fell the angels."
-William Shakespeare-
Our scene opens on a a bronze Celtic Cross with a three leaf clover in its center at it's base lay a bronze Irish Wolf Hound. Standing in front of this cross is a man. The man is bald with a close cut black beard. The man is wearing a black trench coat over a black Oxford button down and Armani slacks. Around his neck is a silver tie and on his face rests a pair of small black Oakley sunglasses that are just big enough to cover his eyes. The man turns to face the camera to reveal the SNME Intercontinental Championship clutched in his right hand, thus revealing himself as Jacob Jones. Jones looks into the distance for a while before speaking.
Jones: It has been to long since I have stepped into the chapel that is the SNME arena and spoken to it's universe. Since I last spoken to my people the landscape has changed. New superstars arriving, old superstars leaving, new management taking root in SNME. Oh what at tangled web we weave and alas tonight another lost soul has been sent to seek purification at the hands of The Fallen Angel. Eric Francis, the self proclaimed "Patriot" of SNME has come to test himself against me. That is what has lead me to this place. This is a place of pain and anguish the likes of which "The Patriot" has never seen. This is Gettysburg, the home of the lost souls of Confederate and Union soldiers.
Jones places the Intercontinental Championship on his right shoulder and reaches up with his free hand to remove his sunglasses as he stares deeply into the camera. He walks past the cross and toward the grave covered battlefield. Jones weaves through the white graves as he begins to speak again.
Jones: The souls of these fallen soldiers speak to me of their sins. Sins that they share with you Eric. Thou shalt not kill, Mr. Francis. During your time as a soldier you killed men who had done nothing to you, but worship their deity. The listened to the words of their God and by that sin they fell into darkness. You Mr. Francis, have fallen into darkness for your mortal sins and for this you shall be punished. I will defend the honor of these lost souls as I take you with me to the dark side of the light. Mr. Francis these men were Patriots and you are simply a soldier wishing to achieve greatness. While I fallen I may be, conquer I shall, for it is not my path that denfines me, but the journey. Tonight, Mr. Francis, The Fallen Angel comes to battle with the souls of those whom you have wronged and in this ring we shall conquer you Forevermore.
Jones strikes the crucifix pose with the graves of the fallen in front of him staring into the sky.
-William Shakespeare-
Our scene opens on a a bronze Celtic Cross with a three leaf clover in its center at it's base lay a bronze Irish Wolf Hound. Standing in front of this cross is a man. The man is bald with a close cut black beard. The man is wearing a black trench coat over a black Oxford button down and Armani slacks. Around his neck is a silver tie and on his face rests a pair of small black Oakley sunglasses that are just big enough to cover his eyes. The man turns to face the camera to reveal the SNME Intercontinental Championship clutched in his right hand, thus revealing himself as Jacob Jones. Jones looks into the distance for a while before speaking.
Jones: It has been to long since I have stepped into the chapel that is the SNME arena and spoken to it's universe. Since I last spoken to my people the landscape has changed. New superstars arriving, old superstars leaving, new management taking root in SNME. Oh what at tangled web we weave and alas tonight another lost soul has been sent to seek purification at the hands of The Fallen Angel. Eric Francis, the self proclaimed "Patriot" of SNME has come to test himself against me. That is what has lead me to this place. This is a place of pain and anguish the likes of which "The Patriot" has never seen. This is Gettysburg, the home of the lost souls of Confederate and Union soldiers.
Jones places the Intercontinental Championship on his right shoulder and reaches up with his free hand to remove his sunglasses as he stares deeply into the camera. He walks past the cross and toward the grave covered battlefield. Jones weaves through the white graves as he begins to speak again.
Jones: The souls of these fallen soldiers speak to me of their sins. Sins that they share with you Eric. Thou shalt not kill, Mr. Francis. During your time as a soldier you killed men who had done nothing to you, but worship their deity. The listened to the words of their God and by that sin they fell into darkness. You Mr. Francis, have fallen into darkness for your mortal sins and for this you shall be punished. I will defend the honor of these lost souls as I take you with me to the dark side of the light. Mr. Francis these men were Patriots and you are simply a soldier wishing to achieve greatness. While I fallen I may be, conquer I shall, for it is not my path that denfines me, but the journey. Tonight, Mr. Francis, The Fallen Angel comes to battle with the souls of those whom you have wronged and in this ring we shall conquer you Forevermore.
Jones strikes the crucifix pose with the graves of the fallen in front of him staring into the sky.