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Steve "KingSlayer" Davids · (02-16-2014)

The winds and the rains remain strong unlike the evidently drained Xtreme Champion, Steve Davids, who remains leaning against the grand tree above him. He struggles to his feet before beginning to struggle through the marshy woods. Stewart stands under a street light by the road, clearly desperate to try and find some information as of Steve's whereabouts. Stewart turns and he exhales deeply, a sigh of relief. Davids clings onto the lamp post, almost falling to the floor but Stewart grabs him by the shoulder and pulls his arm around his neck so that he can support a struggling Steve Davids. The limping man does not say any words but merely pats Stewart on the chest and looks into his eyes, nodding.

“We need to get you home, you're a mess.” Stewart said softly.

Steve drops to the ground on purpose and the two men sit in the empty eerie street. Both clearly soaking wet, the moon shines down on the gloomy road.

“You know Stewart, no matter how much I pretend it, the Xtreme Championship that I hold couldn't replace my family that now burn. It's a story I have been telling myself in order to make myself feel like the emptiness within me has been filled by glory and by prestige. I have told myself these things for so long that I almost forgot that it was a lie. I am not alone because of my sins or because the world is filled with injustice. I am alone because I am meant to be alone.”

“You're not truly alone though are you Steve?”

“I have you, but with no disrespect intended. You are not my family.”

“Two men left alone on this Earth, does it truly matter?”

“Perhaps not. I have just butchered my own family.”

“We have.”

“They aren't your family.”

Stewart simply took a deep breath and nodded whilst looking left at Steve. Stewart stood and pulled Steve to his feet, the two men began to slowly make their way to Steve's humble abode.

Eventually, they entered the building. The two men went to two seperate showers to clean themselves up. Stewart took their bloody clothes and disposed of them. Steve was unsure of what he did with the clothes but he knew they were gone.

Steve entered the hot shower but he stumbled to one knee, then fell back, leaning against the sleek shower surface. He could barely keep his eyes open as twisted thoughts flew through his mind like an eagle soaring through the clouds.

'Some people are meant to be isolated. Some people are supposed to live this way. Fearful and scared of everything that comes around each corner.'

“Never should anyone be merciful. The most honest thing a man can do is be: brutal, true, just and unmerciful. The wise man may not do what is best to further himself, and may not do what is best for his family. The wise man does what is intelligent, at no matter what cost to himself or to those he loves. What is right is not always what is wise.” Steve mutters words to himself, remaining slumped against the shower wall with warm water pouring onto his naked body.

Steve, clearly deteriated by the events that have unfolded in the recent hours, attempts to wash himself, not even standing. He crawls out of the shower and grabs a towel. He pulls himself to his feet and begins to prepare for something, well so it appears anyway. Stewart pours him a glass of whiskey and prepares a camera. Davids suits up and takes a sip of the whiskey. The camera shot is a simple shot, Davids looks at the camera, then looks away into his house fire that burns and crackles. He speaks weakly, his voice still drained. The X-Treme Championship is placed on his lap.

“Tri Bute, with every word a meaning is developed. Your obsession with the word future may soon come to mean failure after I thwart your attempts at finally becoming a success as an individual. You are a man who clearly shows promise, yet you are yet to truly succeed on your own. I want you to look at me and tell me what you see. You see a mere shell of the man I was a mere 48 hours ago. It does not matter though because on Madness I will be back on my twisted warpath. Indeed I suffered a loss on Warfare, my first individual loss of 2014, it's worth mentioning. Do not think that means anything though. I am still going to do unthinkable things this year. 2014 is my year... You cannot understand what I have been through, no body can no one. Not one. People have done some cruel and awful things in their time but do you know anyone who has murdered their own family out of desperation. The ending that had to come. The ending that was always going to be. I don't do the things I do out of choice, I do what I do out of force. My mercy has been ongoing for too long, and a great man told me that mercy can be the cruellest thing. Right he was. Those undeserving of sympathy, why should I help them? Why should I pick people up from the gutters who do not deserve it? We would all like to pretend that we are the perfect man with our perfect ideology but let's just live on what is true and what is fact. My ideology has always been that people whom cling onto religion and faith are weak because they refuse to accept that death is merely eternal sleep. I think that ideology could have been wrong. If you have done bad, you should have the ultimate punishment. You should be left in darkness with those wrong doings flying through your mind for all eternity. Perhaps that is justice. That's what I live through now and that is why I truly believe that the only hell that really exists is the one we live in now.

Tri Bute, continue to play your video games, have all of the fun you like because come Madness there will be no more fun. No more enjoyment and no more time for play. You will be the victim and I will be the torturer... Oh and future? How you love your future. Your future, will be well and truly up. Indeed.”

Davids takes a final sip of whisky as the camera crackles, flickers and fades.

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