Prologue: Okay so we are closing in on Savage, were Mr. Tidbits is suppose to meet the XWF Hart Champion Robbie Bourbon. His main focus has been on Chris Chaos and his Xtreme Rules match on Warfare. He had cut a couple promos for the match. Until his master, manager, trainer, or whatever you want to call him, Father Slathe caught wind and was just about to punish him for his disobedience. Before the punishment took place, he had a few words for “The Chaotic One.” No they weren’t the nicest or remotely friendly, more on the disrespectful side, basically calling him out for being a fraud and a few other things. Father Slathe didn’t really serve up the meat and potatoes. Besides that nothing else, oh wait I almost forgot about the story from the past. When Mr. Tidbits was just a young adult, just graduating from The Truth’s Warrior Spirit Program. When he was told to go meet his new bunkmates and team of well trained warriors to help spread the cause and perish any enemy to stand in their way. Just then the training facility was attacked. Ambushed, Mr. Tidbits was captured, where he was taken prisoner for what he is assuming is some kind of experimentation. He had come to the conclusion because all the needles he had been injected with. He then attempted an escape after his visit with who is known as Dr. D and some mysterious voice. His escape was a fail, a giant man named Gumphrey stopped him. Thanks to some of his captors’ guards. Who had made Gumphrey aware of his presence. Mr. Tidbits was on a chain attached to a stake that was forced through the elephantiasis-swollen hand of Gumphrey. Gumphrey roared like a lion and smashed Mr. Tidbits into a pillar knocking him unconscious...

Continued from Mad Men Making Madness Prt. Two...

My breaths were faint, my body felt like it was carved from stone, my veins solid and bulging from my skin, something was different about my blood flow, something I didn’t like. The dark feeling it was giving me made me go to wipe my face, my arms were restricted at the wrist, the coldness made me believe it was some sort of metal clamp, probably to a hospital bed of some sort. Could I be in the laboratory of Dr. D once again or did they feel my escape attempt wouldn’t be the last? I had thought to myself while I attempted to open my eyes, feeling my eye lids peel open, but to my surprise, nothing but darkness, as if my vision was completely gone. How could this be, what the hell did these freaks do to me. Clearly, my eyes were open but it was as if I was in a completely dark room, maybe that’s all this is, a mind game, something to try and scare the wits from my soul?!

“Father Slathe, please give me guidance through the darkness, allow The Truth to guide me through these circumstances, give me the strength to stay sane.” Trying to take my mind off of the whole situation of my eyes not working, I continued to pray inside my mind. “Please reach back with some kind of sign, right now is when I could use your presence, your teachings, The Truth my father, my master, my lord, I’m losing faith, please bring my soul back to the path for it is steering away!” My hands grasped what seemed to be rails to the bed, I must have been lying on for days, from the stiffness of my body, and my lungs exhaust a massive amount of air from my mouth. My body began to pulsate uncontrollably, my chest rising off of the thin padding beneath my back, as it slammed back down, my head would then yank up and then it happened. Some sort of darkness of lies spewed from my mouth, non-visible to the human eye, some sort of soul like force, pushing me through the lies, and gracefully guiding me back to The Truth.

My Vision did not return like I was hoping, but I had the faith in my strength, in The Truth. Now wasn’t the time to show weakness, now was the time to stay strong. My whole childhood, I was weak, Father Slathe guided me through The Truth. He showed me I was capable of being strong and in control of my life. Now I must honor his teachings and stay focused through whatever these wretched fools are up to. Slowly and deeply I inhale through my nose, obtaining as much oxygen as I possibly could. Knowing the key to staying focused is not to panic. Slowly I exhale out my dry and chapped mouth. My heart rate starts to slow as I continue my breathing rhythm. I could tell not just because the feeling of my heart slowing but also because the beeps from the electrocardiograph slowed as well. Soon I was focused so much I was able to slow my heart beat just enough to fake a flat line.

Beep!

Beep!

Code White!

Beep!

Beep!

It worked the machine registered me as dead and it triggered an alarm. For some reason, I was very important to my captors. With my eyelids closed now, the sound of a hydraulic and air powered mechanism is heard. It had been the door opening with sprits of cleansing gas. Followed by a slightly familiar voice, it was Dr. D again.

Dr. D: “No, no, you can’t be dead, it is impossible. Your heart was just racing like it was about to have a minor attack. How? All of my dedicate research, trial and error tests, the man hours. All wasted because of this cheap medical equipment!”

The sound of what seemed to me at the time Dr. D began to throw a tantrum. Smashing equipment, stomping around, making a mess, you know acting like a tired two-year-old. Then static, white noise begins piercing my ear, almost making me lose focus. Lucky for myself I didn’t, still faking my death like some assassin ninja. The white noise suddenly stops and a voice simulator begins to echo throughout the sealed room.

Simulated Voice: “Dr. D could you be any more naive? You foolish genius! He was trained by Father Slathe himself to be a Spirit Warrior for The Truth. I assure you he is controlling his heart rate, he has very impressive talents and skills. They want the perfect assassin and they will receive. Please, Dr. D just go ahead and attach the mask, his heart will peek back up. I mean since he is dead, no need for anesthetics, right Doc?”

Dr. D: “Sir this procedure is a one-time deal, it isn’t just any medical procedure. If we proceed and he is dead it will all be wasted!”

Simulated Voice: “Do as I said, even if he is dead, it is wasted. He is the only one capable of harnessing the power of the mask! Proceed Dr. D and please just have a little faith.”

Dr. D: “As you request sir. This shouldn’t take any longer than an hour!”

Simulated Voice: “Thank you, doctor, may your hands stay steady.”

The white noise pierced my ears again for about five seconds before it faded. Then the sound of Dr. D rummaging through drawers and cabinets replaces the white noise. Probably looking for all of the tools he will need. You know to perform whatever it is involving me and the now mask that is surgically attached to my skull. At the time of this incident, I hadn’t really known what they meant. I was able to keep my calmness under control that was until something was pulled over my head. Which, really wasn’t that bad besides what felt like small shards of glass or little hooks with barbs piercing my face all over. It left a little burning sensation like my face was being eaten by thousands of fire ants.

Dr. D: “Oh I really hope you are dead because the pain you are about to feel. Well, I am almost certain it is going to be worse than giving birth to an elephant. I’m almost sure it will only last a brief moment before you go unconscious in shock.”

After Dr. D finished his statement, everything he said started to come to life. As he must have turned on a few machines, as the rumbling of small engines and what sounded like blades rotating at extreme speeds. Surgical equipment sounds, should I break focus and plead for the anesthetic? No, I swore I’d never give up again. Just then one of the blades was pressed to my temple. Feeling every rotation, about one hundred every ten seconds, ripping through my flesh and bone like nothing. Dr. D then proceeds to outline the mask on my outer skull. The doctor was right; the pain was nothing I had ever felt. Nothing I went through at the compound was this intense. Many times over the twenty minutes it took him to cut through some mask and my skull. He must have looked at the monitor because I remember him speaking.

Dr. D: “Huh? If you aren’t dead you are one tough son of a bitch! Even if it had knocked you unconscious we would then pick up a heartbeat. All, though, there is nothing. God, I love this job! If you are alive, no way you block out the pain of my homemade laser skin-graphing device!”

Dr. D then lets out a very maniacal laugh, just when the room goes silent, the sound of gears grinding echoes throughout the room. Then a pain that I would imagine giving birth to an elephant began. My whole body soon felt as if it was slowly floating toward the sun. Maybe my soul falling to the depths of the Underworld would be a better way to describe the feeling. Then suddenly about halfway through the laser tracing where the mask was rototilled into my skull. It happened.

Young Adult Mr. Tidbits: “FFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKK YOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!”

Screaming in pain, my body rises from my waist, ripping the metal clasps from the bed and the leather strap wrapped around my torso. Suddenly everything goes blank.

The End.

Fade out.
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Fade in...

My chin slowly lowers almost to the cement floor of my locker room in Arena Zagreb. Finishing up a quick set of one hundred pushups. I leap to my feet in a single bound, spotting Father Slathe reading the newest edition of Playboy. I shake my head while he isn’t looking. Then I walk over to the chest that sits in the center of the locker room, removing the unhinged paddle lock. I flip the buckle up and slowly raise the lid, about half way.

Wham.

The very playboy Father Slathe was just balls deep into, smacked me in the back of the head. The chest lid smashed down on both my hand's fingertips. Quickly I lift the lid back up and yank my slightly damaged hands out. Allowing the chest to close tightly shut. Slowly I bend down and grab the rolled up playboy and toss it gently back over toward Father Slathe who has a goofy grin on his face.

Father Slather: “Fuck now I remember why I rarely visit our chapter here in Croatia. This place is boring as balls that aren’t slapping against ass or pussy. The tail in pornographic magazines is sliding down the toilet. Seriously there was a broad in that magazine. I swear I couldn’t tell if she was Miss Piggy or Robbie Bourbon without his mask and a wig. Sloppy talent, I miss them seventies and eighties subscriptions, you know I love a bushed out muff son! Why don’t you go for a lap around the arena? Keep that mind focused and sharp. Show Mr. Chaos tonight you aren’t a dummy. Plus I need to address some other matters that need not concern your attention, for now, my son.”

Nodding my head is my confirmation to my Father I will proceed as he asked. Something Father rarely did, usually, when business was to be conducted without my presence, he would just demand. Normally I would question the strangeness, have spent almost the last week in a cage. My hand grasps the locker room door handle opening the door, taking off at a slow jog pace to get my legs stretched meanwhile in the locker room Father Slathe is addressing the XWF Universe via Satellite live feed to the XWF website.

Father Slathe: “Oh this sickens me to have to even speak to such vile beings. Like the majority of the XWF Universe, for the ones who follow The Truth, well my unkind words aren’t directed toward you. Now as Mr. Tidbits and myself wait for Warfare to kick off live here in Croatia, I became bored. So by Odin’s beard why not discuss some things that seem to be happening around the XWF that concern my son and myself. See the suits on Savage think that we want the Hart Championship or should I say, Mr. Kato. Why? We don’t have any clue. If you see heart in my pet, well sorry you’re flat wrong child. See Mr. Kato, Mr. Bourbon, my pet, Mr. Tidbits doesn’t have a heart. So why even put the title on the line? The Truth is we just are pleased to have a legit match against the Hart Champion Mr. Bourbon. Last time on Savage after my pet won a triple threat out of nowhere he is thrown in a title match. Where if you remember right he laid one hell of a beating on the one most of these fools watching idolize. Yeah, I am talking about you Robert boy.

Robbie dear you may believe that small package rollup was because of the massive glob of meat that pumps your life stream through your body. You’re wrong; The Truth is my pet was unfocused. This time around he will be very focused, even if I have to beat it into him. Don’t worry though if your title is precious to you and you're still breathing you can keep it. We have no use for such silly trinkets, like the Hart Championship, if anything we’d want the Xtreme. What did he say? Why not the Universal? I’ll tell you why we aren’t here for the gold or glory! We are here for guts, blood, and tears. The XWF is going to submit to The Truth or bleed ever slowly until it dies. That goes for you Mr. Bourbon and the rest of the whole damn roster that doesn’t want to accept what is fate, which is The Truth.

See Mr. Kato I see what you are doing, I see that this company is doing. It seems that my pet is a force very few are going to be able to slow down, let alone stop. You see the fans roaring to see a hero step forth and slay the man known as Mr. Tidbits. You see a man who can destroy men for other men to come and claim responsibility. That is fine with us. Just know one thing when you keep feeding the beast eventually it will outgrow even its master. Especially when it isn’t treated very well.

Another reason why you Mr. Bourbon should worry about the cage match come Savage. See The Truth is very displeased with XWF suits and well since we can’t quite yet wrangle their necks. Well, you my fine sir are in our arms reach and well we feel like strangling away. It’s nothing against you personally; well yeah it is. Unless you want to submit to The Truth and confess all the lies your spirit has festered throughout your life. I know men like you though Robbie; you have your own agenda. You’d never join some religious nut job and his pet to end sins. That is all fine and dandy; Mr. Tidbits enjoys the larger victims anyways. Plus we don’t have room for men with so much heart. It is a very cruel and deadly world out there.

I’m sure you already knew that, though, huh, Mr. Bourbon? You’ve been around the world and you’ve seen things. Yet you still are a man of the people, the feeble minded sheep. Still to this day being kept asleep from the art of gladiators colliding in the ring. XWF sheeple probably knows how many hotdogs a day Mr. Bourbon stuffs down his hollow hole. How many naps it takes Chris Chaos to not be such a fussy little shit. Yet they still don’t realize their own government is literally fucking them in their gaping ass holes! You Mr. Bourbon are one of the biggest culprits of this, showboating, getting the people to believe in these lies. Sins, the people choose because it is easier than admitting to The Truth.

Easier to be led blind then discover with one's eyes open. Well, tonight, the impact my pet is going to leave here in Croatia, just may open some eyes. Maybe some of the people will realize it is best to be on the side of The Truth than against it.

Oh yes, and before I forget Mr. Bourbon, my pet and myself would like to bid you good luck tonight with your Lethal Lottery bout. Hopefully, you dominate and are very fresh for Savage. I know Mr. Tidbits will be, it would be unsatisfying seeing broken Mr. Bourbon staggering around the ring Saturday, like a paraplegic to the sharks! The Truth is everywhere, just open your eyes.”

Fade out.