The Beginning...Of the End

:: Fallen Angel Christopher Daniels is sitting in his robe backstage waiting to hear about his long awaited WWC Revolution debut. Daniels is sitting with his hood covering his face. Many people walk by and take a quick look at him but keep on wallking paying no attention to the man in the hood. Daniels is deep in thought. ::

//::\\ Inside The Fallen Angel's Head //::\\

Finally, I have arrived here at WWC Revolution. The powers that be, those who run this company, have no idea just what they are in for. They have unleashed the beast, the very poision that will infiltrate this very organization and destroy it...just so it can be rebuilt in my image, and finally be a respectable wrestling company. My past has earned me a reputation of sorts, a reputation of being un--- No, I won't say that when I get out there. It's too cliche. I need the people to know who I am and what I stand for. However, I also can't divulge all of my plans at once, because I will lose the element of surprise, the very vein of my existence. I wonder how I should do this. Maybe I should use the WWC camera crew and do one of those fancy vignettes, with fire behind me and all that jazz. Or maybe, I can go out into the ring and do an interview. Or ---

//::\\ Back to Reality //::\\

:: Finally a camera man walks by and Daniels holds up one hand signaling him to stop. When the camera man stops he moves his finger towards his body signaling for the man to come to him. ::

Fallen Angel: Turn on the camera I have something to say.

Camera Man: Do I, uh, know you?

Fallen Angel: No, but you will in due time. I am the Fallen Angel, Christopher Daniels, Raw's newest superstar. That is all you need to know. Now put on the camera.

Camera Man: I still have never heard of you....but I'll get on it anyway.

:: The camera turns on and only Daniels' mouth is seen under his hood. ::

Fallen Angel: WwC Revolution, the man you see before you is going to be your savior, your messiah if you will. You see, for too long I have been in the shadows watching and watching everything that goes on here. What I have seen has made me sick. All I see around here, on every television show is sin after sin being committed. I watch and see a bunch of heathens beating eachother up with no direction or purpose in life. I see attrocity after attrocity happen and realize there is nobody to stop it. That will change in time. Out of all of the shows I have watched, Raw was by far the number one offender. To me this show is in disarray, it starts with the World Champion and trickles all the way down to the new guys. It is sickening and needs to be fixed. The questions that plague your minds right now are rather obvious to me. The wrestlers watching this, and the fans at home are all wondering the same thing. You want to know who is going to fix this and how will it be done? Well, the answer is simple, there is only one man who can make a difference around here and that man is me...

:: Fallen Angel takes off his detatchable hood and throws if off to the side. The camera zooms in slightly and Daniels has a very serious look on his face ::

Fallen Angel: I am going to be this show's savior. All the rest of the locker room has to do is just listen. Listen to the teachings of the fallen angel. Listen to the man who has seen paradise, has died and come back to life. Listen to me and I promise you, things will change around here. I am not here for wins and gold, no, greed is not the driving force in my life. My sole purpose here on Raw is to deliver this place from the evil that inhabits it. I will be the man who kills the serpent that poisons this show. I will destroy the evil doers that try to punish the very few of you that have good intentions. I urge each and every member of the Raw roster to take a minute and listen to me. Follow my example, wait and watch for my prophecy to come to fruition. Watch as the Fallen Angel rises to greatness and makes Raw the place to be. I am a rarity in this business. I care, I care about what is good and righteous, and I care about how it is done. If you cannot help yourselves, I will step in and show you how it is done...by any means necessary. I am god's gift to wrestling, I have been sent here to save this show from utter disaster. The path each and every one of you follows, may not be the right one. I am as much a part of this show as all of you are. However, if my methods are deemed disagreeable by your feeble little minds then I have a proposition for you. I urge anyone who has a problem with me or my teachings to step up to me and take a stand. I challenge anyone who thinks they can put a stop to my master plan to take me on, because I assure you I will deliver you your last rites!

:: Fallen Angel picks up his hood and puts it back on. He sits in the same position he was sitting in before and the camera shows him until it fades away ::