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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 IN REAL-TIME AGAIN.

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

The scene opens up picking up where we left off outside of a casino. It's flashy lights can barely be appreciated on this bright, sunny day. The voice over, provided by Doc D'Ville again, crisply and aggressively attacks our ear drums, accompanied with the typical cold streak up the spine, as we watch the floods of people come and go from the building.

I can understand how your confidence can swell up like it is. I can see how easy it is for you to compare yourselves and look down to everyone.

The limo slowly drives up and parks in front of the building.

To us.

We switch to the inside where the crowds gather around the machines and tables gambling their lives away... Pushing themselves further and further into the financial and mental debts that they've dealt themselves.

I can see where you look beyond the obvious career threatening situation you've put yourselves in. All of this considering that repuations mean jack for four men who were once realized as pillars to this FINE federation.

Traveling through the casino, we work our way to the back room. A thick layer of cigar smoke rests above the few heads that gather around a small table in the barely lit chamber. It's quiet. The six men around the table study the few cards in their hands and one after another throw more and more money into the center. None of them say a word and continue to play their game, each anting up appropriately when it was their turn to. The camera focuses in on one fellow, and when we're close enough, we realize it's the Senator, John Samuels. He wears a cowboy hat and the finest suit around the table with a thick cigar lodged out of the side of his mouth.

Has-beens.

Jokers.

Just then, a door opens and someone in a casino uniform steps into the room. His steps echo across the floor as he approaches the table. He walks directly over to Samuels, leaning down he whispers something into his ear.

After this hand, nigga.

The man leans down again and whispers.

I said, IN A MINUTE! Damn.

Samuels looks across the table at his now apparent guests and taps his cards on the table.

Well, I apparently have a some important business to attend to. I'm sorry, gentlemen, but you'll have to excuse me. So, quit fuckin' around and let's do this shit.

He points to the fellow leading the deal, who then submits his cards to the center.

Pair of sixes? What the fuck are you playing mother fucker?

Samuels screams at the guy who sits back and just shrugs. The next fellow throws his cards down, he has a full house with three kings and two nines. Samuels looks down at his own cards. He had the full house... Queens and threes.

What the fuck. You cheatin' mother fucker.

The few men around the table stare back at the Senator. He looks pissed over at the guy who beat his hand and tosses his cards in the middle.

Bitch ass. I'll be back for my money.

He gets up and follows the gentleman across and out of the room.

What you boys need to realize is that we're not trying to valiantly ride on the white horses of our pasts. Whether you like it or not, our reputations precede us and our actions have always justified that. That's why we HAVE those reputations. If you were smart, you'd read at least read the warning signs BEFORE you get to the dead end and have to turn around. Or crash and burn. You even admit to doing research into the endless archives of the XWF, Mister Chaos, to find out what the hub-bub was all about. What was it? What was it about? Were you checking on which prizes were on the list you weren't counting this week?

I mentioned last time how you have both done a fine enough job on your own looking stupid and weak. Michael Graves attacking one of the suits in the back and moments later getting hospitalized by Little Miss Dolly is a KODAK Moment, itself. Followed by, Chris Chaos leading an attack on a gimp and his pimp after selling his soul for a lesser cause. Priceless. You've surrounded yourself with all of these top tier superstars and champions in hopes of what? Well, I know what you're doing... I can't say I can stand behind the choices made, especially in Michael's favor. It's like when a prettier person hangs around an uglier person. When you and Cadryn were still an item, Mister Graves, at least his flops made you look that much better. Now that you've joined forces with the Hart Champion, the Universal Champion, and a former Universal Champion.... Michael Graves just kind of falls in the background behind everyone else. A few weeks ago you were fighting tooth and nail for the UNI, and now look at you, you're Chaos's, maybe even Caedus and Main's shadow now. Well, from that hospital bed your a pile of crap. Seriously though. Look at yourself. You have nothing to bring to that team.. If I could pick the weakest link out of all the chintzy ones....? It's be Michael Graves. It gets me wondering then... What is it? What is it that Michael Graves is going to bring to the table this Saturday besides Dolly's left overs?

The man door opens up and we find ourselves in a parking garage below the casino. John Samuels walks forcefully across the empty lot, he cuts the corner and finds his party. Two cars, six men in suits all standing around. Samuels approaches the crowd.

Now, it's clear to me that Chris Chaos is the one 'leading' this little faction... He's made that clear already. Is he the brains behind this entire operation, as well? Or was he recruited along the way after everything was in motion and just handed the reigns because his lust for chaos was SUCH a perfect match for AX3's mission of dominance?! Phew.

Ugh. Regardless, this entire idea that you boys have created was never meant to last. The second that spark of life ignited within, it was damned. A ticking time bomb ready to blow up in all of your faces.... Or maybe just some of your faces. None of you can be trusted, so, I wouldn't doubt that after a few weeks Chris Chaos decides that it's time to get that title back from Mister Caedus. After the Senator and I shut him down this week when we defend the Tag Team Titles, he'll be starving for some gold. If you don't realize there's something in the works here, Mister Caedus, than you're dumber than you look, my friend.

Gentleman! Glad you could make it!

Samuels shouts out to them as he approaches.

"Herro, Mista Samrules."

Samuels must be dealing with some Yakuza stuff or something because all six men are Asian and well armed. It's doubtful that Samuels is unarmed, but he's still alone in a pretty hairy situation. Whatever it is. The others congregate in whatever kato-san hibbidy they're slaying.

The Asian man that spoke to Samuels, the apparent leader, approaches him and takes a bow. Samuels does the same and extends his hand as well, which his associate takes.

Again, glad ya could make it. Are ya ready to view the product?

"It is why we are here, sir."

Samuels already has the phone up to his ear.

Bring 'em in.

Samuels throws the phone back into his pocket and folds his arms. Within a few seconds, a box truck is zooming down towards the group of men. It screaches to a halt in front of them and John Madison jumps out of the driver's seat. He walks over to Samuels with a blank look on his face.

What the fuck are you doing here?

Bidness, bitch!

There's several large bangs heard from inside the back of the truck

What the fuck man? You're fucking something up here! Who's in there?

The Asians become restless and begin chattering with one another. The leader steps forward.

"What is going on?!"

Nuhthin'. Just keep it together there Short Round...

The banging can be heard in the back again and the Asians stir even more.

Alright, let's just get on with this shit.

Samuels walks around to the back of the truck and pulls open the door. Paul Heyman practically falls out of the back gasping for air.

What the fuck?!

He picks himself up from one knee and pulls his collar apart. The Asians are really agitated now and surround Heyman as he stands up all pointing their rifles at his head.

Umm...

Paul slowly raises his arms slowly into the air as Samuels steps past them all right into his face.

Mother fucking, Heyman?! NOW is not the time, you bitch!

Heyman rolls his eyes and lowers his arms.

Do ANY of you guys check your VOICEMAILS?!

The leader of the Asian gang taps Samuels on the shoulder and points to the truck blurting out what-not.

Yeah, yeah! I got you.

Samuels walks over to the back of the truck where Heyman flew out and looks in. He hops up on the tailgate and takes an unnecessary closer look.

Heyman!

He jumps off and stomps over to Paul.

Where the FUCK are my Asians?!

Samuels grabs Heyman by his open collar as several different weapons, all cocked, rise up and point at the two of them. The Asian leader man steps forward with his pistol pointed at Samuels and screams at him in Asian.

Mother FUCKER, I'm working it out! You need to speak some English!

Just then the sound of squealing tires echoes through the garage. The limo that brought Paul and Madison to the casino zooms through the parking garage and heads straight for the group of men gathered around the box truck. Samuels throws Heyman onto his ass and grabs the little shit pointing the gun at his head, immediately breaking his wrist dropping the gun on the ground. Madison climbs on top of the box truck and starts screaming at them all like a monkey and the other gang members are occupied by the speeding limo heading directly at them, which they've opened fire upon. The silly Asian bullets were no match for the bullet proof glass and armor around the vehicle as it continued to zoom at full speed at them and mowed through them and then screaming to a halt in front of the truck.

So, while the world watches the inevitable collapse of AX3 from within, the KINGS™ will do what they do. We're going to do the thing that has MADE us KINGS™ to begin with. Conquer. Mister Chaos... I want you to lean on the fact you survived a session with the doctor this weekend. Not the broken, frustrated, scared former champion that you've become. I know you're carrying an ACE in your back pocket, but I want the hungry Chris Chaos. I want the Chris Chaos that was still clawing for recognition. I want you to want this just as much as you wanted it the first time. Come for my titles, come for my legacy, and come and claim what little pride you left on the floor after I took you further than anyone without you realizing it.

Samuels still has hold of the one as it screams in agony from it's broken wrist.

"You madda facka!"

It screams at the senator, swearing revenge!

Samuels drags him over and throws him into the back of the box truck and closes it up, right as two other vehicles filled with more Asians zips down into the parking garage guns blazing...

I think we should be going, don't you?!

They all rush into the back of the limousine as it burns tire then takes off with a small car chase ensuing...

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