Your True Champion

["The Forgotten" Raven]

The scene opens in an alleyway deep in the heart of the bowery. Light flickers in all directions. As light flashes at the end of the alleyway Raven is shown rocking back and forth with his tag title over one shoulder and his new Skull and Bones title over the other shoulder. His head twitches as the camera moves closer to him. He turns to the camera with a slight smile as a trickle of blood runs down his face and onto the Skull and Bones title. He twitches a little bit more before speaking in a poem type voice

Raven
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
from my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Adore – Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
What About me, What about me
I stood repeating What About me, What about me

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Adore'
This I whispered and an echo murmured back the word, ‘Adore'
Merely this and nothing more.

By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' He said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quote the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being lived
With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said He, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - Prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quote the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - Prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Nevermore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Nevermore'
Quote the raven, `Nevermore.'

Raven Stands up and holds the Camera in front of his face as the blood continues to run down onto the camera

Raven
Things are different now, Raw is a different place, everything looks strange to me now but as I stand here holding these titles proudly I see that…… I have also changed to the point where I am no longer a normal Champion. I’m the only person to hold two titles at once which makes me proud, but when I have a partner like Jonny Freeman…… It makes me a true superstar in Thy WWE.

The Kenndal Brothers are a proud and respected tag team. I have seen them wrestle for years in other promotions but never moved up into the big league. This will be a big test for me and Jonny but when we stand atop the mountain with our hands raised in victory, they will see that they have no right to compete for our tag titles in the future. The blood that runs down my face and flows through my body is a reminder of why I do this, why I put my life on the line each and every night for the fans but tonight there will be more than just my blood left in that ring

Quote the Raven, Nevermore

The scene cuts out with one last flash of light

OCC: Sorry, i could only get a quick RP done