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**Doctor Louis D'Ville** · (04-29-2017)

EDIT OOC: CLARIFYING THAT THE FILMING OF THIS PROMO WAS DONE BEFORE THE 4/19 WARFARE. DOC'S VOICE OVER WAS DONE PRESENT-TIME. PRETEND DOC IS WATCHING THE FILM WITH YOU TALKING. LOL

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

Have you found it YET?

The one, and only, Paul Heyman leans forward from his seat in the back of the limo. He's holding the button to open the little window between him and the driver as he screams.

"Sorry sir!"

The driver tilts his hat back and looks through the rearview mirror. Paul is looking down at his phone flipping through contacts.

"The directions WERE a bit vague..."

It's a fucking address. Just get us there, PLEASE?!

Paul impatiently blurts out as he slams a finger down on the button to seclude himself again and wipes the sweat from his brow.

AND TURN SOME FUCKING AIR ON!! It's hotter than hell in here...

MEANWHILE . . .

If you were to visit the apartment of John Madison, schedule a tetanus shot shortly after. For being wealthy, the boy lives like a complete piece of shit. One corner to the other is covered in garbage from pizza boxes to liquor bottles.

He's in his typical $18,000 dollar suit, but hasn't looked liked he's showered in days, and is hovering over the stove swirling a pan back and forth with a single raw egg in it. When it's barely over-easy, just they way he likes it, he pulls it from the burner and throws the unborn on a plate. There's a laptop set up right here he decides to dine and he starts messing around.

He logs into his farmersonly.com account and scrolls down a through a few accounts.

"Howdy."

Maddy types into the field and sends and immediately gets a response.

Fuckin' right.

He unbuckles his pants and leans back in the chair.

"Hi."

"You ever fuck one of them horses?"

"No. I don't fuck my horses, or my cows, or my pigs, or my chickens."

Maddy leans up confused for a moment then types.

"Have we spoke before?"

.....

"Hello?"

YOUR MESSAGE HAS BEEN BLOCKED

Fucking bitch.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Maddy jumps up out of the seat and rushes over to the door pulling his glock out from literally nowhere. He unlocks the seven locks down the door and holds the barrel of the gun pointed towards the outside. He slowly opens....

Good morning, John.

What the fuck do you want?

Um... I called you yesterday, remember?

Maddy just looks angrily at Paul. Or confused, it's truly hard to tell.

There's a limo waiting outside for us. We have a lot of work to do and should be going.

Maddy's glock disappears as he allows the door to open the rest of the way and steps away back the hallway. Paul pokes his head in the doorway and looks both ways before entering, and now notices Maddy's pants around his ankles and sighs..

He wears and extra thick, disgusting face as he slowly and carefully steps thoroughly through Maddy's apartment like he was avoiding bear traps. He peers back the hallway.

I really love what you've done to the place.

Just then Maddy is walking down the hallway from the bedroom wearing an even better suit than he was before.

Looking sharp, John.

Paul says with a smile.

What took you so long?

I was taking a Heyman.

Maddy says as he shoulder bumps Heyman on his way out of the apartment. He stops and looks back at Paul.

Fuck you.

Paul Heyman rolls his eyes and follows John Madison out of the apartment. Maddy sends Heyman back down to the limo while he locks up which is about when the voice over kicks in.

There's no reason to fear, boys and girls. There's no reason to cry. No reason to whine. It's not going to be as bad as they're all making it out to be. Trust in the good doctor. After all, how many times have I steered any of you wrong in the past?

Doc's voice carries as clear as day as Maddy stares his door up and down and walks at a high pace, catching up to Paul about half-way down the steep steps to the outside.

I'm not ashamed to admit that the XWF is nearly at the mercy of a single faction. Kind of funny, I don't really see the threat. It's certainly most interesting, though, to watch so many birds of a feather flocking so close together.

Now, what drew these fine gentlemen together, I'm not quite sure.

Madison and Paul reach the street where the limo is parked. Blinded by the sun, Maddy dances around and nearly falls over before Paulie grabbing him. He looks up and down and up through the passenger window at the driver before swearing and opening the door himself.

Hard to find good help around here!

He throws Maddy into the limo and starts driving away as Paul steps inside himself.

What the--!!

Paul falls back in the seat and slams the door as the limo takes off.

The turn of events the last few weeks HAVE been QUITE interesting, have they not? A handful of gentlemen that have done nothing but look impressive since their arrival in this FINE federation.

The Hart Champion, Robert Main. Universal Champion, Jim Caedus. Former Universal Champion, Chirs Chaos.

And Michael Graves.

Maddy seems restless as he shuffles around the different seats in the back like a dog.

Would you relax?! We have a lot to talk about here.

Looking at this on paper you'd think, well now, that's quite an alliance, right? What chaos... What domination this group would force upon Xtreme Wrestling Federation!

Where are you taking me, Heyman?

I have a plan, John. Plan to put some money, lots of it, into your's and my pockets.

I already have money, you fat slut.

I'm aware of that. Look, things are amuck in the XWF right now. Lane just sits back and let's everyone just do whatever the hell they want. It's insane! The place is going down hill fast and there's only one thing that can bring it back up.

Maddy stares out the window and Paul stares at the back of his head. Whether Madison is paying any attention to Paul or not, he continues.

Madness.

Paul Heyman did well enough in his production of Wednesday Madfare to keep the window cracked for us, didn't he? Even with all the activity you had that night... Chris Chaos joining your little group, the attacks on management and other superstars... Oh, and let's not forget the little surprise Miss Waters had for you, Michael..

Jackson has been busy with all of these legal affairs popping up lately that Jane

's been handling things on the show. If I could distract her, which shouldn't be TOO hard, it could turn into the Heyman show in a heart beat.

What are you getting at Heyman?

I've already talked with Theo and Samuels... The Kings are going to make their return and clean up this mess. If you're on board as well, there's only one more... gentleman... I say that loosely, that we need on board.

Maddy shrugs...

The last King, Mr. Madison. Doctor Louis D'Ville.

You think Lane is just going to open the doors and welcome us with open zippers?

No, not at all, that's why we use the back door.

Paul smiles at Madison with his typical 'cat ate the canary' smile. Maddy looks on in horror after Paul's mention to a back door.... The footage now switches to outside the limo, as we watch it drive off into the horizon with Doc's voice over continuing.

Where were your friends when you were getting your face rearranged by a little girl, Mister Graves? You've barely been established a couple of weeks and you've already shown how weak you are without your numbers. So, back to my original question, why you birds are sticking together... It's not about dominance. It's not about destruction. It's not about fear.

It's about protection.

It's about each of you having one another's backs. That's the point of a faction, though, right? Puh-lease. It may seem like a smart move within that little aura of your's, but from the outside it looks absolutely pathetic. After getting nowhere by yourself or with that little piss-pants, broke-back cowboy, Cadryn Tiberius... After falling time and time again you've surrounded yourself with a couple of champions. You've befriended a few guys that know how to spell success within the four posts. It's smart, it really is. You're getting a bit more attention, but this move doesn't make you look any stronger, Michael. It makes you look so much weaker. AX3 is simply a cover for YOUR failure, my friend. Masking it doesn't fool the doctor, either, nor does it fool ANY of my fellow KINGS. I hope you hear our laughter, while you lie there in that hospita bed just as broken on the inside as you are the out. Crippled from your will to your pride.

As I said, on paper, you guys look phenomenal. Who would piss with that? Ahem. Well, according to Mister Chaos, the accolades and accomplishments that myself and my fellow KINGS have piled up in the years aren't being taken into account anymore. Which is perfectly fine. I can start from scratch, piece o' cake. Well, wait a minute, we can't disregard the fact that Chris Chaos and the good doctor HAVE met in the ring before. No, no. Those are important details that could have EVERYTHING to do with the result of this upcoming match.

I can see where you might think you have the upper hand or advantage crawling into this thing, I really do. Surviving, that's right, surviving our last session, Chris, is a feat. It's something that, well, 99% of the folks that have treaded through here can't say. It's worth the brag. You made a good point explaining to us what that one mistake I made did to your career. It projected it further and quicker than anyone else's around here in a long, long time. You're welcome. The problem with that is, look at you now. Your UNIVERSAL Title reign is something of the past that you're already claiming was unlawfully taken from you.

Attribute of a true champ there, Chris. The almighty excuse.

Was I spewing excuses when you walked away from our match? Negative. Not one. You know why? Because I fight for another day, my friend. I always have. I've proved time and time again that one of the hardest, most difficult things to do around here is take me down. Doing it twice? Unheard of. This week, AX3 wll continue their march through five feet of boiling water where they meet not just the good Doctor, but another trophy the XWF produced in one of it's finer times.... KING John Samuels.

It hasn't been a week since the KINGS arrived, and we're already overshadowing everything you boys are trying to do. The take-over? Right, Theo Pryce now owns half the company. Good luck taking over. The titles? Well, I seen long before I even made the decision of my partners what you were trying to pull. It's been. literally, months since the suits upstairs have forced a title defense out of me. In my defense, my partner at the time was a bit out of commission and, well, they never really pushed the issue. Hmm. Did you maybe see an opportunity for Mister Lane to either relieve me of my titles or, perhaps, take advantage of the fact I would be forced into defending them alone? Hmm... HMMMMM?

You gentlemen have done a fine job thus far doing the exact opposite of what you've been trying to do. Your flawless plan had more holes in it than Barney Green's finest undergarments... And you've left yourselves with enough rope to hang each and every one of you with. We're called the KINGS for a reason. The same reason that, if you'd watch closely, everyone steps back or looks the other way when we walk into a room. Now bow.

Doc's voice over echoes away as the scene fades to the black limo parking outside a casino...

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