Religion.. it's what classifies and seperates people throughout the world, from town to town, city to city, state to state, country to country, religion is there to pry apart the human civilization around every turn.. and yet, Religion is what also holds many Families, Many Human beings very Lives together. Wich brings us to the place where the "Word of God" is preached almost on a daily basis and people flock like sheep. A set of stairs comes into view and at the top of the steps the sun is shining down on the front doors as if some holy light were inviting those attending Sunday Mass with its very presence. Parents holding their kids hands and leading them up the steps and into the building as well as many others arriving to get their fair share of the lord.. but something is out of place. It looks as if everyone has arrived and gathered inside finally but one lone child, a little boy that looks to be about the age of six or seven can be seen making his way up the steps by himself, but before he can reach the top he trips over his untied shoe and begins to cry. With no parent figure in sight it looks as if the child has been abandoned. But only after a moment of the boys crying a pair of blacktop shoes comes into view and the camera pans out to see Chris Daniels reach out his hand and lift the young boy up. The boy stops crying, dusts himself off and runs off into the church seemingly without a scratch.

'THE FALLEN ANGEL' Christopher Daniels: " Children.. "

Chris Daniels rubs his hands as if patting off some imaginary dirt or dust and stands upright taking off his sunglasses and concealing them within his Preist-Like Clothing. Turning his attention more so towards the camera now with an odd look in his eyes.. one of determination.. as well as something else unknown. He shakes his head making a noise of disapointment.

'THE FALLEN ANGEL' Christopher Daniels: " Of all the places for a parent to leave their child roaming about, without guidance, without direction.. it only makes one wonder who really is responsible. A place where people of supposed Dignity and Class, People of a Certian Belief come to enrich themselves with the word of God, a Place where a Lone Child is left to fate.. "

Christopher pulls back the long red cloth that hangs down around his neck and seems to get lost in his own train of thought for a second before returning his attention towards the camera.

'THE FALLEN ANGEL' Christopher Daniels: " It is here at this very place that these religous beliefs are forced upon young children before they even have any choice of their own in life on the very matter.. it is here, in the self-proclaimed "City of Angels" that all will be forgotten and life as we know it will change, forever. Here.. where no Angels are found with the exception of one.. the tides of time will be altered and I will step into place as The Prophecy foretold and begin my path to greatness.. my path, to godliness and immortality. "

He continues walking down a path that leads beetween a grassy field where apple trees have been planted and the leaves blow slightly in the wind, as does Daniels' black overcoat that hangs all the way down to the bottom of his legs covering his feet and shoes entirely. Christopher Daniels steps onto the freshly groomed lawn and reaches his hand up grabbing an apple and palming it in his hand but not tugging it away from it's branch.

'THE FALLEN ANGEL' Christopher Daniels: " Ah... The Fruit of life. Forever entangled amongst the branches of society. Hanging upon a limb until one day.. finally.. "

He pulls the apple away from the branch snapping the stem and removing it from the tree.

'THE FALLEN ANGEL' Christopher Daniels: " Someone.. or Something comes along and changes the world as you knows it entirely. Will it be a change for the worse? or will everything come together in a perfect harmony, just as it should. [ he pauses ] But nothing is perfect, and not everything can just fall into place so easily.. no, there is always an obstacle to cross, a barrier that stands beetween you and what you truly want, what you truly deserve.. and for me, that barrier is none other than fellow Revolution Wrestling Superstar Michael Shane. "

Christopher crosses his arms concealing them within his dark cloak/cape and walks at a steady pace through the courtyard with the apple still in hand. People continue walking by Daniels as if he weren't even there, not exchanging glances or friendly hellos.. its as if he were a ghost, a figment of our imagination and we're the only ones who notice his presence.

'THE FALLEN ANGEL' Christopher Daniels: " So it will be Michael Shane, the cousin of one wrestling legend 'Aitch-Bee-Kay' Shawn Michaels who will be crucified first. It will be Michael Shane who will be on the recieving end of the wrath that my holy crusade will unleash upon the entire Revolution Wrestling, starting NOW. Starting at this very moment, with just hours away from my time of glory everyone will bare witness to a phenomenon of epic proportions. One that will never, can never be forgotten. I will systematically crucify each and every RW Superstar until there is only one last thing on the pathway to immortality.. one last thing to complete the puzzle that is my life. [ he grins ] The RW Elite Heavyweight Championship will indeed be mine, it is my destiny, my true calling. And when it is all said and done, when nobody is left to intervine and the smoke has cleared, all of Revolution Wrestling shall be.. "

Christopher Daniels squeezes the apple gripped in his hand tightly causing it to crumble apart and he drops it letting it fall to the ground in pieces as he walks off in the opposite direction with his back turned towards the camera. The Camera doesn't follow, only watches as Daniels slowly disapears into the horizon and than the cameras fade to nothing..

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