Anger...
Posted by: The Chosen One on 05/01/2003 at 16:21
"I failed. I failed to protect them."
*The Chosen One sits atop a skyscraper, still in Chicago, lit only by the moon piercing through the clouds streaking the sky. His guitar, sliver with black accents, lay beside him, as he holds his head in his hands. From his body posture alone, you can see his disappointment over Rampage...*
"It was so simple: keep the Undertaker from wrecking matches. Keep him from injuring those he had no match with. Contain his evil to the backstage area. Leave the ring a safe haven for those he intends to attack.
"Instead, I left it a war zone. I saved Kidman-I PROMISED to do that-and I let my guard down. Piper's match had come and gone, and surely Undertaker had no more...excessive violence to start.
"Then the main event started, and I could feel it. I KNEW I had failed before the opening bell. The Undertaker came down with his chair and wrecked what should have been a worthy finish to an outstanding card. He levelled Chavoman and Booker T without a semblance of warning.
"I had to go down there. I had to prevent any further attacks. I had to dare him to try the same with me. And, of course, he did not. He walked out of the ring and to the locker room without so much as a glance. He proved me wrong: he can-and will-injure the innocent almost at will."
*The Chosen One stands, looking directly into the camera.*
"Undertaker, THIS has gone on for long enough. You have proven your point to me and to the FTR-you have rebuilt your faction of evil, you have made war with your former Chosen Ones, and you destroyed a main event. Congratulations. Now you have ME to deal with.
"I am not putting the World on the line just yet, but I am calling you or any of your henchmen out for Rampage. The blood of the Fatal Army MUST be shed. I will not let the innocent crumble around me as you laugh at their misfortune. You will not orchestrate the end of the FTR. YOU WILL NOT BE IN CONTROL! Should you fail to take my challenge, the battle will take place nonetheless...
"...OUTSIDE the ring.
"Et nomini Patri, et Fili, et Spiritui Sancti."
*The Chosen One scoops up the guitar and plants it on the ground before him, holding it in his left hand like a scepter as he is silhouetted directly by the moon. Slowly, the camera fades to black...*
