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Steve "KingSlayer" Davids · (07-15-2014)

Mist surrounded the 'Davids Household' despite it being a summer's evening.

It was the first bit of warmth I had felt in days, but now it was time to enter the cold once again.

I exited the bath and wrapped myself in a towel in order to feel the slightest bit of heat. It’s odd because Britain wasn’t cold at this time of year but, for some reason, this house seemed to be colder than the outside.

After getting ready, I decided it was time for me to leave these woods for a while, they were so secluded that I forgot what reality was like, plus I needed to go and visit that beach one more time.

On that note, I took the keys to one of Morgan’s many cars - a shitty old Ford Escort in this case and set off for the beach…

I was not even entirely sure where the beach was but for some reason I seemed to know the way, I parked about five minutes away, there was a lake that I wanted to gaze across before I set foot on that torturous beach.

So many fantastic things had happened there but so many dark things that were more fresh in my memory had happened as well.

I was alone.

Well, almost. My briefcase and camera kept me company, it wouldn’t be a trip to the beach without a camera now would it?

I walked rapidly through the elephantine wood with my briefcase in hand. I was scared to let it out of my sight after I lost it last, plus I saw the way that Pierre looked at it. I certainly couldn’t leave the briefcase there.

The lake glistened in the moonlight, I looked up at the sun’s nemesis.. Huge, beautiful, perfect.

Despite my isolation, there was certainly wildlife about, suppressed crackles could be heard from near by hedges and bubbles emerged on the dazzling lake. I glided, side by side with the winds as the light rain begun to soak my long brown hair.

My black skinny jeans begun to soak through and my white tee-shirt begun to get uncomfortably baggy and see through. Not that there was anyone to see such a hideous fashion error.

I walked across the eerily empty road and my foot sunk into the moist sand, I continued to power through the soft sand until I reached the tide line.

There I stood, gazing out into the ocean, a huge ship stood strong amongst the waves on the horizon. White horses crashed down in front of me. A hand grasped hold of my shoulder, I did not need to turn, I knew who it would be.

“You should not be here,” Pierre whispered into my ear as I continued to gaze into the distance.

“I know,” I replied loudly.

“If people were to come looking…”

“Then they would see two men chatting on a beach. Do you see any bodies? Do you see any signs of a killer?”

“Just the one,” he responded rapidly, he took his hand off my shoulder and glared into my eyes.

I turned back, Pierre was gone.

Staring into the distance, I tried to spot him but as if he vanished into thin air, just like that.

I placed my briefcase on a large rock that was about 50 feet away from sea before I went and sat by the damp shore and looked down at the sand in between my feet.

Now I was truly alone, with just my thoughts to accompany me. They rushed through my mind frantically. Could me and Kendall defeat Mystica and Azrael Erebus? I knew no one else thought so but there was something in the air telling me that we stood a chance.

It is true, that I am not as prepared as perhaps I should be but that’s because of all of the mayhem that is currently surrounding me.

At that point, I knew it was time to talk. I got the camera out and placed it on a tripod a few yards in front of me. I stood in the sand, still staring out to sea. My voice was as fierce as the howling winds.

“I feel like I have been overlooked in the recent past due to my damaging losses to the mediocre Arryn Connolly and Griffin MacAllister, well that time has come and gone. Win or lose on Madness, Steve Davids is going to prove that he IS one of the top competitors in this company, if that means stepping on Azrael Erebus and crushing Mystica’s fairytale return then that was the way that it had to be… I like you both, I truly do, but in this business there cannot be any pity or any kindness especially once you’ve entered that ring. As soon as that bell rings a new side to Steve Davids emerges. One that shows no forgiveness. I am as cold as ice yet as furious as the flames that submerged around me when I was a child.”

The passion in my voice forced a certain loudness to emerge. I cleared my throat and looked up for a moment, staring up at the gleaming stars.

“Neither of you have spoken out towards me this week, which is most unlike you in particular Azrael. I know how much you love knocking people down with words. You’re good at it, I’ll give you that. However, you won’t be able to talk yourself out of a beating at Madness. It’s Paul Heyman’s playground and it just so happens that I know Paul very well. I feel that there’s a small chance he’ll have something up his sleeve for the Universal Champion - not that he will need any tricks. Kendall has more than proven herself as a dominant competitor in the XWF now it is just up to me to live up to her standards and that will by no means be easy. You see, I don’t do what you do, Az. I am not arrogant. I do not assume that victory is inevitable because that is what a fool does. We’re on a level playing field now as well aren’t we, Azrael? I know how desperately you used to love reminding us that you were better than us mere humans, well now you’re trapped inside the body of one for the remainder of probably what will seem like a short life. Isn’t it great?”

Sarcasm had never been my strong point.

“Just please, the pair of you know this. That the mountains are about to be moved. Rivers about to be stopped in their flow. And your world will come crumbling down around you because this is going to be the greatest fight that you are likely to experience. Not because we are definitely going to win but because I sure as hell will not be pinned until my body is put through hell and back,” fire burnt through my cold veins.

“Maybe, just maybe, for the pair of you it WILL be Game Over. This will be it… And who knows…”

I turn, and move my head out of the way and look back at my 24/7 briefcase. My sad smile turns into a twisted grin.

“Maybe it won’t just be Game Over for this match… perhaps your title reign, Azrael, is coming to a crashing end.”

The shot fades as I burst into laughter.

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