::Head wound scrubbed clean, stitched and bandaged, cursory once over complete, an unconscious Caedus is once more lifted by the hands of the EMS techs onto the same stretcher he was carted out of the ring on.

They roll the Star Killer through the castle; we catch glimpses of several familiar XWF superstars and crew along the way combined with the occasional how-the-fuck-did-a-douche-like-that-get-backstage juiced-in male fans doing their best job of fuckin' up the moment as they beam and "hi mom!" wave to the camera like idiots.

Guiding Jim on the stretcher out the opening massive castle doors, a sudden staccato THWUP-THWUP-THWUP is heard and we spy Jim's swift ticket off the top of Castle Rock: an emergency evac chopper.::

I come to, the machine gun hum of a grounded helicopter's blades and the mostly inaudible conversation of EMS techs greeting me along with the unfocused haze of vision before my eyes.

The fuck's goin' on here, I muse, blinking my eyes against the fuzz dominating my pov. It clears in moments. And then...I recall...

Rage suddenly boils from within, what heart I've left combusting in the flames of the furious. I sit up.

"Whoa, easy there Jimbo," an EMS tech advises.

I ignore the man, swinging my legs over the edge of the stretcher with such force I topple along with it to the ground.

I growl out:

"GRAVES!!"

"Micheal Graves left immediately following the attack, bud," announces another tech.

I pull myself angrily to my feet, shrugging off the help and slapping away the hands of the techs aiding me. I shove the closest out of my way, he falls ass first.

Surprising myself with it's volume, rumbling like thunder, audible even with the spinning chopper blades, I roar out:

"GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVES!!!"

(ooc: I knew a Kings card would be a hoot and you guys didn't disappoint. Amazing job bros, special kudos to the writer of the Gilly/McCoy/Caedus match, thank you that was kickass. Graves, excellent attack seg!)