Christopher daniels is in a dark room, with candles of various shapes, sizes, colours and probably scents behind him. He is smiling into the camera.

Oh, dear Caramel. It is more than understandable for you to take your stess out on me. This world can be truly hard to bear at times. And it must be no easier knowing that you have to step into the ring with a god on Madness. How unfortunate for you. Let me say a prayer for you. In the correct style. Take notes, people, it seems you all do this the wrong way.

Daniels lowers his head slowly and then lifts it, letting out a droning hum from his throat, his mouth wide open. He continues for a few seconds and stops. He lowers his head back to being level with the camera, and closes his eyes, before speaking.

God that is Daniels, The Fallen Angel!
I call upon your guidance!
There is one who needs help, and her name is Jessica Price.

This woman believes herself to be a confectionary.
I feel for this woman, and ask that you put her out of her misery come Madness.
Show her that she doesn't belong in an XWF ring!
Show her that she will be safer in a different route to fame.





Like pornography.


Daniels opens his eyes.

Did I just pray to myself?
......
Why yes I did.

Anyone can pray to me.

Even me.


Daniels 4-13 verse 6: She who is left crying and bloodied in the sqared circle shall hath no fear.
Her saviour, Daniels, will end her misery. She shall rise and fall in his arms.
He shall give her the Angel's Wings, for she needs his guidance.

Daniels will leave her broken and numb, allowing her to come to but one realisation.
The realisation that nobody and nothing can help her rise above Daniels.



Daniels laughs. The laugh alone sounds rather evil.

This is the gospel according to The Fallen Angel

I AM THE FALLEN ANGEL