When most people think of Las Vegas they think of the casino’s, hotels, live shows, gambling. They think, “The Strip” but what most people don’t realize is that The Strip is actually located a few miles outside of the city limits. As famous as The Strip is for it’s entertainment value there are also businesses located on that famed stretch of road. One of those businesses is Decima. A private security firm started by Theo Pryce. And it is there, inside the offices of Decima that today’s edition of “Life of A King” takes place.

As the scene fades in we see Theo Pryce sitting behind his desk typing on a small laptop. The top of the desk is made of a black marble while the legs are metal. Theo is sitting in a high back black leather chair. The exterior walls of the office are a series of windows with a view of The Strip and the interior walls are glass panels which gives Theo a view of the entire Decima operation. Seated to the right of Theo’s office is that of his secretary, Jessica Salizar, a recent graduate from UNLV. During the day Jessica handles a myriad of tasks for Theo, when he’s actually in the office that is. At night she takes classes at UNLV towards getting her MBA.

Decima operates with an open floor concept, which basically means everyone is seated out in the open at their moderate work spaces. No offices and no walls. Outside of Theo’s and a few areas that are set up as conference rooms. And even those rooms have interior walls made up entirely of glass paneling. Everything is out in the open. That’s the way Theo prefers it.

And it is because of that concept that Theo Pryce was able to see John Madison approaching his office at a pace that said “man on a mission”, rather than, "I'm here for an appointment." As is often the case with John Madison he completely ignores the repeated attempts by Jessica to find out who he is and what he was doing and instead just walks right past her as if she weren't even there. Once John made his way into the office Jessica quickly got up from her work area and began to follow him in but Theo waved her off, letting her know without speaking the words that the man who just entered the office was a friend.


”What can I do for you John?” Theo asks as he closes his laptop.

“I need your help with something. I need to sue someone and I have no idea how.”

”I’m not even going to ask who you are suing but the first thing you need to do is hire a lawyer.”

“I can’t afford a lawyer Theo. Wanna spot me a couple grand? I’ll pay you back after I win my suit.”

”What do you mean you can’t afford a lawyer? You live in that big mansion. You’ve obviously got some money.”

“Oh that? That ain’t even mine.”

”What? What are you talking about?” Theo says as he looks up from his laptop. (Side note: Did you ever notice that laptops are never, ever plugged in when you see them on TV or in movies? If not, pay attention next time, you’ll be amazed.)

“I was out for a nice brisk walk one day when I came upon this big ass mansion. As my former best friend Luca would say, I was high AF and so I decided to walk up to the mansion and knock on the door. Knocked a few times and no one answer so I did the next logical thing…” Madison says as he walks over to the Ficus plant in the corner.

”You turned around and walked away?”

“What? Fuck that. I checked the door knob, it was unlocked so naturally I went inside. Made myself a sandwich, sat down on the couch and took a nap. Woke up the next day and did the same thing. I might have taken a shower, that’s not important. Anyway one day turned into two days, two days turned into a week, a week turned into a month and now here we are a few years later and no one’s ever come home.”

”Let me get this straight, you’ve been squatting in that mansion all these years?”

“Squatting is such an ugly word. It’s the right word but it’s still ugly. Anyway I’ve been there a couple years and haven’t had any problems. Except for that smell…”

”What smell?” Theo says as he begins loosening his tie before removing it completely and placing it on his desk.

“What do you mean what smell? You’ve been there. You know. The smell…”

”No John I don’t. The few times I’ve been there I’ve only ever been in the living room. You’ve never offered to give me a tour. Now I get why.”

“Are you insinuating that I’m a bad host or something? Fuck you Theo. Tours are for miserable housewives who want to show off all their petty shit like shoes and hats. I’m a busy man Theo. I don’t have time for galavanting around the house and making panini for you ungrateful bitches.”

”Right…So about that smell. How would you describe it?”

“I’d say it smells like a combination of rotting flesh and shit. Basically it smells like the last thing your wife made for dinner.”

”John, did it ever occur to you that the reason you’ve been able to live in that house for years now, rent free is because the owner is a decaying corpse somewhere within the house?”

“What!?! No!! Why would that thought occur to me? Jesus Christ Theo, you are one morbid son of a bitch you know that?”

”I’m just curious John but what happens to all the mail that is delivered to this house that you’ve been living in?”

“I don’t get mail. I got rid of the mail box years ago and then stole some family’s dog to be my guard dog. Mail men won’t even approach my front door now. It’s great.”

”I’ll be honest with you John this is all very disturbing.”

“Yeah not to mention off topic. I came here to ask you about suing someone and somehow you spun the conversation to be about me and my mansion.”

”It’s not your mansion.”

“Possession is nine tenths of the law Theo.” Madison says as he reaches into his pants and reaches inside the crotch opening to whip out his dick.

”What the fuck are you doing John?”

“I’m about to possess this lovely plant over here. Looks like you haven’t watered it in days. I’ll take care of that for you. No need to thank me.”

Theo begins to stand up from his desk when a voice can be heard over his desk’s intercom.


“Mr. Pryce there are two visitors here to see you. They said you were expecting them but I don’t see anything on your calendar.” The voice of a female says.

“Thank you Jessica. Send them in.” Theo replies to the voice on the other end.


A few seconds later the glass door to Theo’s office opens up and in steps John Samuels and Doctor Louis D’Ville.


“What are they doing here?” Madison asks as he stuffs his massive meat stick back into his pants and then zips them up.

“Nice to see you too John.” Samuels says as he makes a beeline for the dry bar in Theo’s office.

“Seriously what are they doing here?” Madison shouts.

”They are here for a meeting. The same reason you are here.”

“Meeting? What meeting? I came here to ask you if I could borrow some money for a law suit and now these two show up for some secret meeting?” Madison asks as he walks over towards Theo’s desk.

”I left a message on your cell to let you know we were gonna have a meeting here in Vegas and then go out on the town for a little bit. Hit up a show, let Samuels gamble some of my money away. Etc. I figured that’s why you showed up.”

“No Theo. I already told you why I was here. I don’t know anything about a meeting. Wait a minute…” Madison pauses for a few seconds to gather his thoughts. ”Are you guys kicking me out of our super special male bonding group? Is it because of the Russian jail thing? Or cause I accidently cost Doc that match at High Stakes? Look it was an accident. The fucking taser just went off. I didn’t even click the button. Man fuck you guys.” Madison yells.


Madison doesn’t even wait for a response instead he just storms out of the office and disappears from view.


”What just happened?” Doc asks as he too walks over to the dry bar to pour himself a drink.

"The hell if I know." Theo responds.

“You want one?” Samuels asks Theo as he holds out an empty glass.

”Yeah actually I do. Make it a double."

"Rough day?" Samuels asks as he pours Theo a double whiskey, neat.

"Not yet." Theo responds as he gets up from his desk and walks over to where Samuels is standing. "But I feel like it's about to be."

"Should we go after him?"

"He'll be back." Samuels says as he hands Theo a glass 3/4's full of whiskey.

"How do you know?" Doc asks as he too receives a glass full from Samuels.

"Years of experience my Good Doctor." Samuels remarks as he walks over to the couch off to the side of the room. He places the glass down on the small glass table in front of the couch and then takes a seat. "Theo did you hear who the big mystery partner is for Ax3?"

"I sure did. Came upon that information after I suffered through Trax's promo. Which I had to watch over and over again trying to determine the exact moment that he stroked out because a stroke would be the only logical explanation for that abortion of a promo."

"Oh no what did he say now?" Samuels asks as he takes a sip of his whiskey before putting it back down on the table in front of him.

"Well first he went off half cocked about me turning down his challenge because as I said, I only wrestle at Pay Per Views, which, what do you know, I've been back two months and the first match I have is part of the main event at a Pay Per View, so yeah. I'm a busy man, I can't oblige every fanboy as much as I may want to. Truth is I've done all I need to do in the singles scene. Won all the titles. Beat legends like Maddy, Eli James, Sid Feder, and Lane, to name a few, what does beating Trax really accomplish for me? The answer is nothing. I'm sure Trax does want to face me because even when he loses he can tell everyone he gave it his all, pushed me to my limits but ultimately he lost to a legend. I've heard that line before from him and others like him. It's tiring.

Honestly Doc I don't know how you made it through a week of having to watch this stuff without blowing your own head off."

"It wasn't easy my friend."

"He have anything else to say?

"It's Trax. The day he doesn't have something to say is the day he's put in the ground. He seems to think I had something to do with Chris Chaos being the ref of this upcoming Ax3 and Kings match. That I installed him as the ref because he was recently fired by Graves. Nevermind the fact that Chaos has gone on record, several times I might add and talked at great length about his strong dislike for me. So why would I put that guy in as the ref of our match? Why would I do that?" Theo says as he takes a healthy gulp of his drink.

"Did Mr. Trax have a theory?"

"You know he did. You ready for it? Because this one is a doozy. He thinks that as the sole owner of this company that I have the power to decide who refs what matches, that I could book whatever matches I want. Which were true if I were the sole owner of the company."

"But you aren't. Did he miss the part where Lane refused to give up his 50% of the company?" Samuels replies.

"Apparently he did. I don't know how. It was kind of big news. Even Peter Gilmour knew and that guy is half ]

"Did I hear Peter's name?" John Madison says.

"Well look who decided to come back. What you got in your hand there John?" Samuels asks as he points to the bottle in Madison's hand.

"It's a bottle of booze. A peace offering if you will. Look I feel bad about the whole taser thing. It was an accident. The fucking thing just went off. That's why I wanted to borrow money from Theo so I could sue the mother fuckers who made that piece of shit thing."

[theo]"John you've been gone like two minutes. Where did that bottle come from because there is no way you had time to go and buy one and make it back here that quickly."

"I didn't. I've had it with me the entire time."

"Had it where?" Samuels asks.

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to John. So what were we talking about?”

"Theo was giving us a rundown of Trax's latest effort at trash talking."

"Oh Jesus Christ that thing? I watched it. It made me wish I was on whatever drugs Trax is on." Madison says as he yanks the cork out of the bottle in his hands and spits it across the room.

"He's a special kind of stupid John that much is clear. In one sentence he's trying to throw shade on me, on us and how we do business. Talking about how we are crooked and corrupt. How we are these awful people and in the next breath he is accepting an invitation from his main squeeze Jim Caedus to join the match this week. You can't make this stuff up. He is literally sitting there, dick in his hand, tugging away at the thought of facing us in the ring acting like we are the biggest cheaters on the planet all the while he's perfectly happy to once again align himself with Ax3. The very same Ax3 that during the Pay Per View tried to gang up on Dolly Waters. I mean for the love of God, how is Trax going to sit there and act like he's standing up for the honor of the company and the forgotten man while at the same time jumping at the first chance he gets to join up with a squad that tried to 4 on 1 a 14 year old girl? How? What brand of logic is Trax using here? I'm honestly asking because for the life of me I don't get it. Even Peter Gilmour whose ability to talk himself into a corner is unrivaled in this business isn't this bad."

"Peter is unrivaled. You guys want a swig?" Madison says as he puts the bottle to his lips and takes a sip.

"We're good thanks." Samuels responds for the group.

"Suit yourselves. More for me."

"It's bad enough that Ax3 already has one guy who is completely unhinged but you add the man once upon a long time ago known as Mr. F'N Dominance to the equation and well, having to watch promos for a week becomes a chore instead of something I do when I'm on the toilet to pass the boredom. That Graves promo, boy that was something. I would say it was the worst promo I've seen in a long time but it wasn't even the worst one I've seen this week. This guy spent far too long talking about why Ax3 and friends are going to win the match and it wasn't because of anything they did or can do and everything to do with someone who isn't even in the match has done. This guy spent so much time talking up James Raven you'd think the guy was his long lost father.

I get it. James Raven is every bit the XWF legend he says he is. He's certainly one of the best I've ever seen and I don't think any of you would disagree. Micheal seems to think that because James Raven almost beat us that that somehow translates into Graves, Caedus, Trax and Davids having a chance of actually beating us. But the truth is quite the opposite in fact. Wrestling, like sports in general isn't about how much you win by. No one remembers if you win a football game by 30 points or by 1. Just like no one remembers if you won a wrestling match in a one sided affair or if you squeak by. They only remember if you win. One of the headlines after the PPV wasn't that James Raven almost beat the Kings™ it was that The Kings™ defeated Vinnie Lane, James Raven and Jon Brown.

On James Raven's absolute worst day he is still 150% better than any member of our opponents and probably about 99% better than all of them combined. Graves seems to think that because he has Jim Caedus on his team, a champion who he claims is almost unbeatable, except for the time he lost to Robert Main, and the time he lost to Trax that that gives them an edge. It doesn't. In fact, I would go so far as to say that it is very likely that Jim Caedus costs them the match. He may not be the one to take the pin. No that right is reserved for the self proclaimed "Kingslayer" who I will get to in a moment but Jim Caedus, you see he has a habit of allowing his mouth to write some really big checks and so far his ass has been able to cash them.

Until now. Because now Jim Caedus has to face competition that is every bit as good on the mic, if not better than he is. To say nothing of our combined dominance inside the ring."

"Caedus might be the most overrated shit talker this place has ever seen. Scratch that, IS the most overrated shit talker this place has ever seen. But I guess that's not completely his fault, not like he is responsible for the lack of talent around these parts." Samuels says as he polishes off his drink before getting up for a refill.

"Yeah Theo. When are you going to go out and find some hot new talent? Isn't that part of your job?" Madison asks as he again offers his bottle of booze to Samuels who again declines.

"That's not part of my duties as one of the owners of the XWF but I suppose I could go out there and find some talent. But that's next week's concern. Right now my focus is on the guy with the hair-trigger temper. Then again I'd probably be angry too if most of my teeth had rotted out from my meth addiction. To say nothing of the fact that guys father hated him so much he literally got his son to roll him into another room so he could die alone rather than being with his family. Basically the exact opposite of what every human being does. His mother? She went out and got cancer just so she could die semi young so as to not have to live with the shame of having Jim Caedus the nonstop disappointment as a son any longer. Imagine that, being the first person in history to voluntarily get cancer because that is somehow less painful than having to live with the shame of knowing your cock cave gave birth to Jim Caedus. Honestly she should be commended for her bravery. But even if we wanted to pretend like Jim has gotten over all of that. That he was able to put his past behind him. At the end of the day he still gets to go home to this...





"Is that Mama June before the lap band or a displaced and very angry sea lion? The answer may shock you....

It is neither.

That my friends is Jim Caedus's significant other. And I say significant other because I do not want to do either gender a disservice and assume that it is a male or a female. What I do know is this. If I had to come home to that everyday I would be miserable too. Instead I get to go home to a wife so smoking hot that Chris Chaos had his girlfriend surgically altered so she could look just like the Mrs."

"Seriously Theo, get that fucking picture off screen. It's making me want to vom..." Before finishing his sentence John Madison quickly gets up, runs over to the poor lonely innocent Ficus in the corner and throws up all over it.

'God dammit." Theo says in disgust.

"This is you're fault. No one told you to put that picture up there but you did and now look. You're plant didn't deserve that. We didn't deserve that. Can't you talk about Davids or something and leave making Jim Caedus go full to the professionals like Samuels?"

"You know what? I will. But only because I am actually excited about facing Steve Davids?"

"Really? Why is that? I defeated him just a few short weeks ago. It was, how do I put this nicely? One of my less intense sessions."

"That sounds about right to be honest. Steve Davids is a prime example of what happens to someone when they overachieve even just a little bit. Suddenly they think that they are leaps and bounds better than they really are. I like to all it Ghost Tankitus. Steve Davids, was an excellent X-treme Champion and truthfully that's where he should have stayed. That's his rightful place in the hierarchy of the XWF. Steve Davids, the self anointed Kingslayer. Slayer of Kings. But is he really? A slayer kills right? I mean in the strictest sense that's what they do. I'll allow Davids some leeway here and assume that he is using the term to mean defeated. As in he defeated a King. But even that isn't really true. Sure he cashed in on me. Attacked me after I successfully defended my title against not one but two opponents in a triple threat elimination match. In fact not only did I win the match I pinned both Peter and Eli James. Then and only then did Steve Davids decide to cash in on me and claim the title. Now as I said countless times before I was glad he took the title, I never wanted it in the first place. And honestly I don't even care that he cashed in on me. I'd be a pretty big hypocrite if I did right? Seeing as how that is exactly what I did to Eli James. My issue is with the notion that Steve Davids slayed anything other than ugly girls at the local bar.

You see Steve may have pinned me 1...2...3 but slay me? Come on now. I'm still here. And since that cash in, that "slaying" I've won multiple titles. What has Steve Davids done? Not a damn thing. Except talk about me.

Again.















And again.


























And again.

I mean Jesus Christ. You'd think I was the one that cashed in on him with the way he can't stop talking about me. We haven't even had our match yet and he's already talked about me in virtually every promo he's done since his return. Though I shouldn't really rag on him for that I guess. He did call all of us legends in one of his promos. Of course he also put himself in that same group so I don't know if he was being serious or sarcastic. So I helped Samuels end his match with Davids a few years ago? Big deal. Not like Samuels wasn't going to beat him anyway. We had dinner reservations and I hate being late. So I gave Davids a well deserved shovel shot to the head and we called it a day. Davids act's like he's never attaked someone with a weapon before? Come on now. We all know that's not true. Steve thinks I stole the title from him. Well if that's the case then he should have the same feelings about how he won the the title in the first place but something tells me he doesn't.

Steve has me on his little hit list, people that for some reason he has some vendetta against. Funny though, one of the other names on that list is one of his partners this week. Trax. I'm curious but did Graves or Caedus even consider that when they two of them went dumpster diving for replacements for the recently fired Chris Chaos and the suddenly missing Robert Main? Speaking of Main, how about our little Jester™ that could taking that smacked ass to school and claiming the Hart Title. I don't know about you fellas but that was as proud a moment as any I've ever had and it wasn't even me winning. I imagine it felt something akin to a parent seeing their child grown up and making something of their life. But enough about Cadryn and Main.

Steve Davids has made it known that he's had this little blue pill aided hard on for me for years. I offered him and a partner of his choosing a tag title shot weeks ago just so I could get this little stalker off my back. But of course Vinnie had to go and muck everything up. But hey, don't say I didn't offer. I tried. Blame Lane.

I guess Graves thinks that adding a guy who hates me as much as Davids does, and has such a boner for me that maybe Davids being on the team somehow gives them an edge. I would agree that in a perfect world that might actually help them. But this is Steve Davids we are talking about. I could name 5 people off the top of my head that could help them more in this match than he could. And 4 of them are dead. The other one is Graves former bff and our current Jester™ so yeah, they're screwed."


CRASH!!!!


"What the fuck?" Theo shouts as he looks over to hundreds of pieces of broken glass on the floor about 15 feet from him. "What the hell did you do that for?"

"Well you kept going on and on and on, like a boring ass Trax promo and so I decided to drink all my booze and then because I was bored, throw the empty bottle against the wall. Maybe if you had been considerate and stopped talking like 15 minutes ago none of that would have happened. Ipso facto, your fault. Anyway are you done yet? Or do I have time for a power nap?"

"I'm done. I've said all I need to say. I'm sure they will each come back with something sleep inducing, like "Theo only wrestles in tag matches or trios matches." Which is fine. By all means. Go that route. And then I'll point out how in 2/3's of those matches I'm the one securing the win for the team. So it's not like I'm Vinnie Lane, sitting on the sidelines letting my partners do all the work so I can hog the glory at the end. I'm out there doing my job as well, if not better than most. Or maybe they'll talk about how i'm crooked and like to make matches and stipulations that favor us. Even though I've literally never done that once. I didn't hear anyone complain when I held up the sanctity of our business when I had to take the Television title away from our friend Cadryn Tiberius even though he technically won the match, thanks to help from Jim Caedus. No one said a word then. Or I know, maybe our opponents will surprise me and go the totally original route and just make something up all together. I guess it's difficult to try and trash talk people so clearly better than you. I honestly wouldn't know. It's rare that I run up against someone who might be better than me, and when I do like say a James Raven, I still walk out the winner. I guess that's what makes us Kings and everyone else soldiers."

"I thought you said you were done?"

"Has anyone ever told you that you are a massive asshole?"

"Only everyday of my life Theo. So are we gonna go chill downtown or what? This is hella boring."

"I don't know how to break this to you bud but we haven't even had our meeting yet." Samuels says with a laugh.

"What? What the fuck? Come on Theo. I thought that was the meeting. Come on. We don't need to have a meeting. Meetings are for executives and I ain't no executive."

"Tell you what John, since you listened so patiently we can go, but before we head downtown we need to go visit Cad in the hospital. The poor guy's been down in the dumps since his match."

"Tell me about it. I called the guy up the other day by mistake and he went on and on about play doh and ramen noodle."

"Yeah it's ugly. That's why I had him transferred out here so I could monitor his situation."

"I heard the XWF Insurance Policy has lapsed. Something about Lane using the money to pay off some old debts."

"I hadn't heard that bit but I did know about the insurance. Either way, Cad, like all of us are covered under The Kings™ LLC. So our good friend won't be responsible for a single penny of that hospital bill. That's the least we can do for our friend. Slayer of Omega's, or whatever."

"Excellent."


Theo walks towards the door to his office, he opens it up and waits for the rest of The Kings™ to walk through it. He mentions something to Jessica about having maintenance come upstairs to take care of some broken glass and then the four men disappear out of the camera's view.