Wherever Evil May Be...
Posted by: The Chosen One on 04/08/2003 at 23:51
*It's a dark night out in the Michigan countryside where the World champion has chosen to speak. Silhouetted against the moon is an old chapel, a cemetery vaguely seen beside it. Upon the steps of this chapel sits The Chosen One. He is wearing his trademark black trenchcoat, along with black leather pants and a black tee. His raven hair glistens as the moonlight reflects off it and his sunglasses. Slowly, he begins speaking.*
"The first blow has been struck, FTR. I left Eddy Guerrero a bloody mess. I took the title from him within the confines of his own cell. I drove him through tables, through guitars, even halfway through Hell itself...
"Yet do not think for a moment I did this FOR the title. Eddy Guerrero was the perfect example of why I have returned. Eddy Guerrero's life centers around greed. He lusts for this pathetic strap of leather emblazoned with gold near as much as he lusts to cause pain in those who disagree with him. Take Rob Van Dam. Do you think he wanted to prove he was better? Of course not. Anyone who saw those matches saw evenly balanced opponents.
"He wanted to injure RVD for almost upstaging him. Pathetic, that a grown man resorts to such measures for his ego. That is why he hated me. Mentally, I seemed weaker than he. But I had the physical strength and will to win that balanced the odds. Thus, he attacked me. He tried cars and canes, but violence didn't beat me. Just ask Chavo.
"So he attacked Tom Green. He removed what was holding me together mentally. A huge mistake, Mr. Guerrero. Only through insanity could I see clearly. As I learned to readjust to life alone and handle my own affairs, I saw the evils pervading the FTR. You are just one. I had to lose Tom Green to do the work needed, and you gave me the outlet. Thank you. In return, I gave you a taste of what the FTR is soon to experience: purification.
"Your blood was shed for your transgressions against me and against the many innocents you have injured, Eddy. DO NOT make me come for you again. I have much work to accomplish before I am finished, and I hope I will not have to show you again the wrongs of your actions. Likewise, do not blame Marcus Calloway or your nephew. You were the one who entered the cell. You wanted them out. You left yourself alone against me. You are the only one you have to blame. I am finished with you.
"However, I am not done with your friends. Marcus Calloway, I see your actions towards Billy Kidman. Yes, I use your name, Undertaker. Why do you fear it? Is Marcus Calloway really weaker than the Undertaker? Does the name really make the man? Of course not. You hide behind your pseudonym to convey fear and power. It does not work on me, Calloway.
"I am Jeff Jarrett. I was your Chosen One, and now I am Chosen again to destroy men like you and your organization. I am here to END your reign of terror. You, Undertaker, you and your stable of fellow demons have ME to reckon with now. You know my strength. Warn your troops.
"Whether he accepts me or not, Billy Kidman has a powerful ally now. You will do him NO harm so long as I am here. Remember that, Calloway. I am back, and the days of the Fatal Army dwindle as I stay.
"To the rest of the federation, you are not off the proverbial hook. I come for many of you, many who even now think they have nothing to fear.
"Watch your ways, or you wil have me to fear.
"Et nomini Patri, et Fili, et Spiritui Sancti."
*The Chosen One bows his head as he finishes this prayer. The camera slowly pulls away as it fades to black...*
