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Footage was filmed one week prior to 4/19 Warfare.


The scene opens to a low traffic, four lane highway. A black limousine squeals around a sharp corner broadside followed by two other cars on each side of it. The last we left our party, a business transaction starring the one and only, John Samuels, went south. Everything was going smoothly until Maddy and Heyman showed up in the truck storing Samuels's... "product". Now, they're being chased down by whatever back up they had surrounding the casino at the time of the meeting.

Selling people now, John?! Honest to God... Do you guys have NO sense of humanity left?

Shut the fuck up you fat bitch. What are you two thinking fucking around in my affairs? Where's Theo? Is that pussy involved with this too?! Who's driving?

We're on our way to Theo now. I talked to him before... all that happened.

Speaking of all THAT, where the FUCK are my Asians, Heyman?!

We set them free.

Madison chimes in from across the window. He's just gazing out the window, taking in the sights while the men get shot at speeding down the road.

You did what?!

We let them out into the wild where they belong, Samuels.

Sammy sits back and pulls his cowboy hat down over his eyes.

You stupid fuckers.

I wanted to keep one, but this asshole through a fuckin' fit.

Paul rolls his eyes and wipes some more sweat from his brow.

Don't you think we have a LITTLE more pressing matters right now?!

Madison looks at Paul.

What? So, we have a problem?

Maddy produces his glok from nowhere.

Where are you going?! John no!

Maddy stands up in the limo and pokes out of the sunroof and sweeps the two vehicles with a swarm of bullets. Two swipes and the drivers are incapacitated and the two cars slam into each other. Paul looks back and nearly has a heart attack as they nearly smashed into the back of the limousine. Maddy comes back in and sits back down beside Heyman, concealing his glok once more.

Problem solved.

The driver was apparently watching as the limousine is back to a reasonable speed and isn't driving erratically as it was before, but then whips off and exits the highway.

This asshole know where he's going?

You know, I'm not sure. Like I said I spoke with Theo, but...

The limo reaches a smaller part of town. Shitty streets that were rotted away and old buildings that were probably standing long before these roads were even paved. It cuts and weaves down the streets, zig-zagging up and down the avenues towards the center of town.

I definitely didn't relay the directions to the driver....

Paul finally realizes the odd circumstances and wears a bewildered face until the limo screeches to a halt and all three men fall forward out of their seats and roll across the floor.

What the FUCK, you maniac?!

Paul flops and fumbles around as Maddy and Samuels crawl out of the other side.

Alright! I've had it!

Paul stomps over to the front passenger side door and kicks it a couple of times until a familiar voice freezes him in place.

It's about time you got here.

Paul spins around and sees Theo Pryce standing outside a building, hands in his pockets, talking with a lit cigarette between his lips.

What took you so long?

It's a long story... What are you doing here?

Theo shrugs as a man shuffles up to him wearing nothing but dirty old rags. His face is worn and dirty from the obvious lack of access to decent facilities, which goes along with the lack of an actual home.

Five bucks, my good man.

Theo holds out his hand as the homeless fellow digs through his pockets. He pulls out a couple of wrinkled up one dollar bills and some change and hands it over. Theo counts every individual nickel and dime, smiles at them man, then let's him pass.

Enjoy!

Heyman watches in horror as the man shuffles past Theo and opens the glass door to the building behind him. Paul peeks in behind Theo and sees a soup kitchen going on inside. Dozens of homeless line up in front of the counter and are given bowls of soup, bread or crackers, and bottles of water. Dozens more sit in the cafeteria style tables and eat in silence.

My God, Theo, are you running a soup kitchen?

Theo narrows his eyes at Paul.

And charging people?!

No and yes. I'm taking taking admission.

Paul can't help but chuckle a bit.

Why?

Theo looks confused at Paul's ignorance.

A man's gotta eat, right?

Theo looks over to Samuels who is leaning against the limousine enjoying his own cigar.

Sup John?

Samuels curls his lip with a grin and gives his fellow KING a nod.

"HEY! NO CUTTING!!"

A commotion is heard from inside now. Paul looks around him and sees Samuels still standing by the limo, but no Madison.

Where the fuck is John?

Right here, dumb fuck.

Not you!

Paul reaches for the door and pulls it, but is held back by Theo with a palm to the center of his chest.

Where do you think you're going?!

Madison is probably in there!

Theo reaches out his hand and gives Paul the 'gimmie-gimmie' sign.

You can't be serious.

Paul sighs and loses his eyes in the back of his head digging through his pockets. He pulls out a couple of fifties and looks at Theo.

You have any change?

Theo scoffs.

What the fuck do I look like, a bank?

He swipes one of the fifties from Paul's hand and stuffs it into his own pocket. Paul looks down to the ground and stuffs what remained in his hand away too.

Enter.

Theo lets go of Paul allowing him to pull the door the rest of the way open and enter the building. He doesn't make it far before a homeless person is thrown in his direction. Madison is going on a rampage inside as several of the volunteers from behind the counter and the homeless are attacking him. Well, trying to. It reminds you of a zombie flick where the mob is moaning and groaning, reaching after their victim, but can get nowhere. Madison is on one of the counters fighting everyone back with a mop stick.

Paul wrestles the unconscious homeless man off of him and fights back to his feet. He brushes the dirt from his suit and looks at the two KINGS standing outside with him.

Aren't you guys going to DO something?

Theo looks at Samuels who paid no attention to what Heyman said apparently. Theo shrugs.

If I had some popcorn, I'd make some.

Paul turns beat red and pulls at what little strands of hair remain on his head. Just then, the driver's side door of the limousine opens up and black smoke pours out of it and out comes Doctor Louis D'Ville.

Doc sniffs the air and smiles with a cigar pinched in his teeth, as he slowly makes his way past Paul, ignoring him, and approaching the door. He stops and gives Theo a nod as he pulls open the door and enters.

Looks like you knew where he was all along, huh?

Theo looks at Paul who's face went from beat read to completely white in an instant.

But I didn't.

"That's it! I'm calling the cops!"

One of the volunteers scream out as a large kettle of soup hits the floor and spills everywhere and all over everyone. She heads to the back to use the phone, but right as Doc takes one last drag of his cigar and flicks it high into the air. The soup on the floor acts like gasoline to a spark and engulfs in flames. The people surrounding Madison all panic as the flames crawl over their rags and begin to burn them all alive! Maddy is trapped within the crowd of flaming homeless, but Doc manages to squeeze between them all (his suit must be flame ) and grabs his fellow KING by the pantleg. With a big swing Doc throws Maddy across the room and out of the door which swings open before Madison can get there. He flies out of the buidling and onto the ground next two the other two KING's™ and Paul's feet. Doc steps out of the building as well, marking the first time that the four KINGS of the XWF would stand side by side as a unit.

Glad you could join the party, Doctor.

I love parties.

Doc smiles.

It IS a magic moment, isn't it.

Paul wears that stupid shit eating grin that he's famous for as fire whistles and sirens can be heard in the distance now.

I think we would be able to discuss this a bit more on the road, don't you agree?

You worry too fucking much. Holy shit.

I'm driving!

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NOW

I thought after a week you boys would at least have SOME understanding of what is going on around here. Well, here we are, gentlemen, the end of the road, and I can see you're still pretty clueless.

It's not your fault though. I can understand how all of this change at once can be so blinding for a guy THAT full of himself. First, let me clarify what my business is with the KINGS™ here. This group isn't here to stroke or protect anyone's ego. It's not here to buff or fluff up any careers. I was required to find a tag team partner to defend my Tag Team Titles with and they wanted to have some fun. Simple as that, and I have to admit, it's been a blast.

I like how you spun that dagger in your back pocket around like that, Chris. Claiming that my fellow KINGS™ are just going to get what they want out of me and leave me for dead, real cute. Are you familiar with the term keep your friends close, but your enemies closer? That phrase should be tattooed on the back of every piece of AX3 merchandise that you boys ever end up peddling out. It's your mission statement. To believe that you and Mister Caedus will spend the rest of your time here battling over that UNIVERSAL Title is a fantasy that even Walt Disney couldn't bring to life. I don't know what you see in the guy, but I don't know how you think that greasy little rat is going to comply with stepping out of the spotlight for a moment just to accommodate his "leader's" own desires. I'm not sure where you get off thinking that the UNIVERSAL Champion, or Hart Champion even, being associated with you would do ANYTHING for them, either. Get over yourself.

You need a few lessons in how to run a business there, Chris. You're too wrapped up in all of this stupid 'CHAOS' that it's going to cost you all of this work in the end. The KINGS™, we know a thing or two about chaos. We've spread some wildfires of our own back in the day. But we're also excellent in putting them out in certain business affairs, which has been the true key of getting everything we've ever wanted. You have to do what's best for the group, for business, rather than yourself sometimes. Nothing could hold us back then and nothing is going to stop us now. It will be business as usual and the KINGS™ will walk away with all of the gold in their pockets just like it's meant to be. You'll get what you wish too, sir, oh yes. You'll be left in your own chaotic wasteland that you've created yourself, alone. This Saturday, we'll press our boots to the tops of YOUR crowns and force you back into the watered down, luke-warm bullshit that you've been spewing. Wallow in your own ruin, Chris, don't try dragging us or your poor, clueless followers, down there with you.