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This is the gospel according to Christopher Daniels. Static Fade in Global Wrestling Federation Logo [[ He kneels down next to the tombstone. ]] Christopher Daniels: And if memory serves me right, which, it never fails to do, I believe GWF has been graced with the presence of a man who is in fact... deceased. A man who's risen from the dead. A man who's seen the light at the end of the tunnel, and lived to tell about it. [[ What? Who's he talking about? Somebody's dead? Surely not Repo Man. ]] Christopher Daniels: Of course I mean the Undertaker. The Dead Man. [[ Daniels reaches down and fiddles with a rock in his fingers. ]] Christopher Daniels: Now, common knowledge and plenty of hours reading the Word have told me that if you die, you meet the creator. All the answers you could ever ask, can be answered. You can finally live with the utmost knowledge. Something that I can't help but think The Undertaker didn't do... [[ He chuckles a bit before continuing. ]] Christopher Daniels: On another topic, it is also said in the bible that, whether you follow the Lord or not, he will send you signs. Where to go, what to do, who to believe. The whole nine yards. God will lay it all out for you. And even the slightest of happenings could mean something grand in the massive picture of our God's plan for us... which brings me to my opponent for Thunder this week... Cactus Jack. [[ None of this makes any sense.... ]] Christopher Daniels: King of the Ring, 1998. The WWF was hitting it's strides in full. The market was soaring, the tickets were selling like hot cakes for the main event of the evening. Mankind, one-on-one with the Dead Man himself... The Undertaker. [[ He stands up, extending his arms to either side of him, showing off the grandeur of the match. Two giants of the industry, clashing. ]] Christopher Daniels: Fifteen Feet of unforgiving steel was the only thing keeping these two men from using the entire arena as a weapon. Mick, Mankind, Cactus, whoever you are... I have no other choice but to think that this... was a sign from the Lord. A pretty damn obvious one, at that. [[ He runs a hand down his goatee. ]] Christopher Daniels: You've been in this business longer than I can remember, and you shouldn't have. You complain about how messed up you are. How many stitched you've taken, how many bumps, bruises, high spots, thumb tacks, and broken bones you've endured. Fact is Mick... it's your own fault. That night in the Pittsburgh Civic Center, God blatantly used the Undertaker as a tool for his doings. He slaughtered you, Mick. He tore you limb from limb, he threw you around like a rag doll. God TOLD you on that night to leave the wrestling business, don't come back. Turn your back and run. And what did you do? [[ Chris can't believe the stupidity. ]] Christopher Daniels: You got up off of the stretcher that was bringing you to safety, and walked back into the ring, and got choke slammed from fifteen feet up into the air. You're not a hardcore legend, you're not a man amongst men. You're a stubborn coward. Too afraid to face the facts that you ignored the motions of the almighty, and have now lost everything you ever dreamed for. [[ Daniels' face is smug with conviction. ]] Christopher Daniels: But, our God is an amazing thing... and he loves you, unconditionally. He doesn't care that you let the Undertaker completely ruin your life, and still denied the signs. The actions that said 'Hey, Mick, get out while you still can', and thus, I come in. I swoop down from the heavens above and I offer you another chance. A redemption. Thursday Night is your chance to accept the word of the one and only, and do as he has wished for years. What the Undertaker did to you will seem like playtime in a sandbox compared to what I have to do to you, Mick. [[ Daniels kneels down by the tombstone again, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a couple of matches. ]] Christopher Daniels: And it's not because I don't like you, because I respect what you did in your career, up until 1998. You're a founding father of the sport, but you're also a huge thorn in the side of the downfall of this business. You're stubbornness will be your end on Thursday, Jack. I'm doing this because you refuse to see it yourself, you didn't want to take the easy way out and get out when you could at King of the Ring. So now I'll make you get out. Trust me, my only intentions are doing what's best for you... [[ Daniels gives off an obviously fake smile, he then turns his head and lights a candle on one side of the tombstone. ]] Christopher Daniels: Giving up now, Jack, not showing up to Thunder, Jack, it's not a bad move. It won't look bad on your part. It's like Brett Favre, everybody's tired of seeing him, hang 'em up while you're ahead. That's the position you're in now, Mick. And if you don't do it for yourself, then I'll do it for you, and trust me, it'll hurt you a lot more than it'll hurt me. [[ He lights the candle on the other side, Coming right up to the camera, blowing out his match. ]] Christopher Daniels: But hey, Death isn't a bad thing. like I said, it happens to everybody at some point, and while you're there, you get to meet and greet with all your passed relatives, celebrities, and the creator of the Universe. Sounds like a good deal to me. [[ He snickers and walks out of the shot, we zoom on the tombstone that reads 'Cactus Jack 1965-2009'. ]] Christopher Daniels: And this isn't just me talking... this is the Gospel, according to Christopher Daniels. This is your last warning, Jack. These... are your LAST RITES [[ Fade out. ]] |
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Name: Christopher Daniels Theme: 'Heaven Sent Hell Bound’ Hometown: The City of Angels Height: 6’0" Weight: 232 lbs Finisher: Angel Wings, Last Rites, BME |
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Record [W/L/D]: 1-1-0 Next Match: vs. Cactus Jack Event: Thunder Date: September 3, 2009 |
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Power 15 Rank: 13 Overall Rank: 27 Achievements: N/A Heard Their Last Rites: Tommy Dreamer |