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 Posted: Fri Apr 19, 2013 8:23 pm
After the commercial break, we find ourselves in complete darkness, engulfing the entire arena in a eerie shadow. Soon a voice rang out over the PA.
"And upon the throne sat the one they call Messiah.. All Rise..."
Suddenly a single light shined in the darkness, directly down in the center of the ring. It revealed Nathanial Creed, sitting on a throne of what appeared to be carved out of some sort of stone. It adorned to massive skulls, and a long black chain. The ring canvas was crimson red, as the apron was black. What seemed more ominous was that the ropes for this segment of the show were replaced by thick black chains. The self-proclaimed Messiah was seen reading from a thick black and crimson book.
"And by his side, he's right hand..." Soon the single light's radius grew bigger, unveiling from the shadows and to a roar of approval, The Dreadnaught, Disciple.
"With he's right hand he shall bring justice and mercy." With that Nathanial closed the book letting rest in his lap as he continued to grasp at it. He leaned forward looking out to the stage, his eyes gazing over towards the crowd before he continued on. "Justice... and Mercy..." Nathanial then stood from his throne, as he placed the book on on the seat. "Two things very lacking here. So tonight Disciple and I will participate in a sacred rite, and form a new Covenant... Tonight we usher in the coming of a new age!" Nathanial said with a sinister enthusiasm, as he held his arms out in a unsettling fashion. "Now join Disciple and I as we embrace a brother into our family, and bestow upon him a blessing of my mercy, a blessing that will bring about the justice he seeks." Nathanial waved his arms, as he gestured towards the stage with both hands, soon a dark blue light engulfed the stage, fire lined the stage and ramp as smoke carpeted the floor of the arena.
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Posted: Wed May 01, 2013 9:07 pm
~The room was filled with the eerie sound of Misera Cantre as a cloacked man made his way out from the back. The crowd who were by the entrance ramp saw the mans face but his eyes were shadowed over and he could not be made out. The rumors going around the locker room about this mans identity however were no secret, however the last couple of weeks have been very confusing. Since returning he put on a hell of a match which ended by Angel tearing his ACL muscle after breaking Zeldon Rizmara arm and hitting The Angels Flight, a mach that Nathanial Creed told him that if he won he would receive his blessing. The following week, Angel would walk out into a vicious attack from Disciple who was triggered by Creed, who would end the night by putting a cross of his own blood across Angels forehead. Angel is limping slightly under his robe as he has a walking brace over his injured knee. He walks up the stairs and makes his way into the ring and makes his way to the center of the ring and would stand in front of Nathanial as the music cut off before a word could be spoken. Angel would look around the arena as a million different thoughts had entered his mind, the promises that had been made to him by Creed had not been very rewarding in the past seeing as the tear in his knee was made worse after an attack from the same man who was now staring him down as he stood about four feet away from him. The crowd went completely silent as they watched on intently ~
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Posted: Thu May 02, 2013 10:03 am
Nathanial's lip quivered, as he rolled his neck and shoulders getting a couple cracks out of them. He then opened his massive crimson red leather book, and then slowly raised a hand. "Bow before me Child..." Nathanial said with a sinister smile. "Embrace the Grand Design, and let your spirit open it's doors to MY Blessing." (Small puppet mastering.)Angel then took a knee right in front of Nathanial and his demonic throne. Once Angel was kneeling, Nathanial returned his gaze the words in the massive book he held. "Gather this day and embrace they Brother. Take him into your bosom, and adorn him with great riches and splendor. This is our code. Our creed... Our promise..." Nathanial then lowered his hand to support the heavy book he held. "No man shall destroy what I have built. For I have built it with the blood and flesh of immortals." Nathanial paused as he closed his massive book. He raised his eyes to Angel, peering out to him just over the rims of his Romani glasses. "Do you Child accept this blessing, and with it the riches, wonders, and glory of this world?"
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Posted: Thu May 02, 2013 5:09 pm
Angel listened to what Nathanial had said and the thoughts continue to roll through his head. The fact that his entire career had one massive disappointment after another weighed heavily on his mind, but Angel felt something come over him as Creed spoke...a focus like none he had ever had before, and the relief that someone saw the potential that Angel had never been able to show the world due to his past injuries. Angel felt that having Creed and Disciple on his side could be very beneficial to him, and when Creed gave him the chance to work with him 2 weeks ago, Angel jumped on it at the expense of his ACL. Now Angel was on one knee in the center of the ring, still in considerable pain seeing as he was bending his torn ACL in order to do this, but he didnt care, he had been an afterthought for long enough it was time for a change...it was time for the dawning of a new era of Angels career to be born and after a few seconds Angel took a deep breath before looking up and Nathanial and simply nodding his head seeing as he did not have a mocrophone.
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Posted: Sun May 05, 2013 8:13 pm
With a sinister smile, Nathanial handed the massive book over to Disciple for him to hold. Taking a step down from his throne onto second step of the base, Nathanial gripped the middle of his cane pulling it in half to reveal something like an eight inch straight blade. Creed then took the tip of his knife and slowly used it to remove from Angel's head. "Last week you proved that for all the world... you would suffer." With that last word a monstrous tone escaped his lips. "Now this week... You will prove to me that you can be my Bishop and preach my Righteousness." Again a monstrous tone came over his voice on the last word. The crowd knew at this point Nathanial wasn't preaching the good word. This did not faze Nathanial or Disciple as they continued on with they're ritual. Nathanial then took the knife and grasped the blade with his free hand and gave it a hardy tug, drawing some blood. He then leaned over to Disciple and tore open he's shirt, then took the knife and slowly craved straight down the center of the Dreadnaught chest, and then slowly across. Carving a demonic cross into his Nephew's chest, Nathanial then sheathed his knife, once again making it into a cane. Nathanial then took his good hand and ran it down Disciple's chest getting his palm soaked in the Dreadnaught's blood. With his other hand bleed, Nathanial held his arms out in a powerful fashion, slowly stepping down from the base of the throne. "Then with the blood of the Teacher so you can learn and grow with my Blessing, and the blood of the warrior so you can be strong in the presence of opposition.." Stopping right in front of Angel, Nathanial knelled down with Angel. "Like the Messiah and his Harbinger before you.. One day you will bleed for your Salvation.." With that Nathanial then placed his blood covered hands against Angel's face, and the moment they touched the lights cut out.
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Posted: Sun May 05, 2013 10:14 pm
After about 25 seconds the lights came back on and Angel had shed his robes and was knelt down dressed in an entirely new set of ring gear. He also donned a new hair cut. He rose to his feet and looked out into the crowd with the same sinister look Creed had on his face as he bounced back and forth on his heels, revealing to the audience that his ACL was no longer injured. Angel felt rejuvenated, as if a weight had been lifted from him here tonight. He walked back over to Creed and knelt down again lowering his head to the ground as the crowd looked on in awe at what had just transpired.
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 9:04 am
When the lights return and Angel had shown to the world just a sample of what one of the Messiah's Blessings could do, Nathanial smile from earlier had vanished. In it's place a stern, and cold unforgiving look had appeared. With his hands held out to the side once again, they revealed to be clean of blood, the the wound had miraculously healed. The cross across Disciple's chest had healed as well, and Angel's face was clean even though Nathanial had blatantly put his bloodied hands against it. However Nathanial had to finish the ritual proper. "BEHOLD the birth of a NEW SON! A SON OF THE COVENANT! THE BISHOP! ANGELUS!" Nathanial yelled out for all to hear, his voice almost monstrous as it rang out through the arena.
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Posted: Fri May 10, 2013 5:23 pm
The crowd looked on at what had just transpired and were in a state of shock as Nathanial spoke. This truly was the start of a new chapter in the career of the man known as Angelus. He felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off of his shoulders and that for the first time in a long time he was about to embark on something that was going to lead him to where he felt he deserved to be. The injustice that he had experienced throughout the course of his career thanks to his plague of injuries was now a thing of the past because where Angel was weak and unfocused, Angelus had been refocused and given the strength of a man 10 years younger then him. But it was time for the world to hear what Nathanal's new protege had to say, and Angelus rose to his feet and looked out into the crowd with a sinister smirk on his face as he walked to the corner and reached for a microphone. He then strolled back out to the center of the ring and began to speak very softly."6 Years....for 6 years I have been the victim of injustice in this business. I have been a laughingstock, some have called me an afterthought, hell, I've even been called irrelevant by some people in the back. But no longer. No longer will I be looked down upon by people who are not even close to being on my level. People think that I, excuse me that we are just going to go away, but let me assure you that this Covenant that stands in the center of the ring will never be broken..not by any man or group of men. We will flourish as we cement our name in the history books of Evolution by laying waste to anyone that steps into our path...we will not be stopped."The three men stand in the center of the ring as the crowd is unsure of how to take what had just transpired. Angelus makes his way over to the turnbuckle and climbs to the top rope and rises to his feet, pointing back at Disciple and Creed before holding his arms out to the side and looking up at the ceiling. He would pause there for a second before jumping back down to the mat again without even wincing, clearly something has transpired as Angelus showed no signs of a knee injury after the ceremony that just took place and they were left to wonder as the camera faded out.
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