10-09-2013, 11:01 AM
Wednesday, October 9, 2013 – 2:07 PM EST – The Compound – Old Saybrook, Connecticut
I'm a beaten and battered mess. I'm in a lot of pain but I can assure you, John Madison is still feeling the wrath of Sebastian Duke. John Madison is technically the winner, technically the King of the XWF, but that doesn't stop me from knowing the truth. The real truth. The truth is, I had John Madison beat. Not once, but twice. I pushed John Madison passed his limits, and he knows it. In fairness, he definitely pushed me to my limits as well. For fans watching, it was a battle for the ages. A match that could have gone either way.
Unfortunately for me, I am now without John Madison's my crown.
John Madison was right about one thing. I do, at least in a sense, envy him. He has my crown. It is evident that I did not do a good enough job of becoming John Madison. Next time, and there will be a next time, I won't become John Madison. I will become everything he fears. The only thing John Madison fears is someone that is better than him and can legitimately beat him. I know I can beat him. I did it twice the other night. Of course, I have nothing to show for it.
I sit here in my office. The same place I've been since my meetings with both Peter Gilmour and Hunter Payne. My Messenger, Jacob enters.
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “What's up?”
THE MESSENGER: “Sebastian, Father Asmodeus has asked me to come get you.”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “For what?”
THE MESSENGER: “Well, the men are in services and he requested that you make an appearance.”
I'm not sure why. I never attend services. I always have more pressing matters that need dealt with. Nevertheless, when your father wants to see you, you should go see him. So, I get up from my chair and follow Jake out of my office and then down the hall. Toward the end of the main hallway, we make a right through the large double doors into the chapel.
As I enter, my Illuminatus Brotherhood rises to their feet. More then 200 men stand in silence, staring as their leader walks by. I reach the altar and my throne is vacant. Asmodeus is dressed in full regalia for some kind of ceremony that I'm completely and totally unaware of.
THE MESSENGER: “ALL HAIL!”
As ordered, the Brotherhood yells out: “HAIL DUKE!”
I then take a seat in my throne and turn toward my father.
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “What is the meaning of this?”
ASMODEUS: “You'll see. Just go with it.”
I nod my head as Asmodeus, the High Priest of the Brotherhood of the Illuminatus stands and walks behind the podium.
ASMODEUS: “Gentlemen. Less then 48 hours ago, your leader came within an eyelash of becoming the King of the Xtreme Wrestling Federation. Our sworn enemy, at least in that part of our world, was successful at regaining his crown.
“So, gentlemen, I stand before you a man determined to get that crown onto my son's head.”
THE MESSENGER: “Men, we've come up with a plan. A plan we will discuss in its entirety at a future time. Today, we crown our faithful leader as the next, and rightful King of the XWF!”
They are going to do what?
ASMODEUS: “Sebastian, please rise.”
I look on, slightly confused. Partially because I wasn't really listening. But I do rise to my feet.
ASMODEUS: “Come here, son. Kneel before me.”
As I begin to kneel, I notice something I hadn't noticed previously. There is a tall, narrow table beside Asmodeus. On that table, is an object concealed with a blue colored velvet sheet.
ASMODEUS: “My son! If anything became clear Monday night, it is that you are the true heir to the throne of John Madison. Not Luca Arzegotti. As much as John Madison fills that boys head with lies, it just is not the case. It is time, my son! It is time you stepped back into the Darkness and reclaimed your evil ways!”
I look up and Asmodeus has the ceremonial dagger in his hand. He drags the dagger down from the top of my head, down my face, and stops at my naval. Then, he drags the dagger across my heart.
ASMODEUS: “Sebastian Duke, with the power vested in me by the Brotherhood of the Illuminatus, and as its High Priest, I now anoint you...”
He removes the velvet sheet revealing a crown.
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Is that my...”
ASMODEUS: “Shhhh. You'll ruin the moment.”
My father lifts this crown with both hands. The crown is an exact copy of my crown that sits on John Madison's head. He then gently places the crown on my head.
ASMODEUS: “I now anoint you as the future King of the XWF, and the eternal King of Darkness!”
THE MESSENGER: “ALL HAIL!”
THE MEN: “HAIL DUKE!”
THE MESSENGER: “ALL HAIL!”
THE MEN: “HAIL DUKE!”
THE MESSENGER: “ALL HAIL!”
THE MEN: “HAIL DUKE!”
I'm touched.
ASMODEUS: “Now.... stand up.... Your Highness.”
I stand up and begin to walk toward the doors.
ASMODEUS: “Where are you going?”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “To make a visit.”
ASMODEUS: “To whom, exactly?”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “To ensure my Prince is safe!”
Jacob follows me down to the Dungeon. I burst through the door into the Chamber. We walk through the torture chamber and I burst through the wooden door that leads to the cells. It is pitch black inside the cell room and my Caitlyn can not see a thing.
CAITLYN: “Wh-Who's there!?”
THE MESSENGER: “I'm just the Messenger, darling.”
CAITLYN: “Whe-Where am I?”
She asks through obvious tears.
THE MESSENGER: “You're in a safe place. What's the last thing you remember?”
CAITLYN: “I was with my boyfriend in Central Park. The last thing I remember was stepping off a horse drawn carriage.”
THE MESSENGER: “Your boyfriend. What is his name?”
CAITLYN: “Sebastian. Sebastian Duke.”
THE MESSENGER: “Do you feel safe here?”
CAITLYN: “I feel scared.”
THE MESSENGER: “Do not fear me, my child. I'm only here to keep you safe. Rest well. You must stay stress free, my dear.”
CAITLYN: “Is Sebastian okay?”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “I'm fine.”
Jacob turns to look at me. I can't see his face, but I can guarantee he's 'mother fucking' me in his head right now.
CAITLYN: “Sebastian!? Can you get me out of here!?”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “I'm sorry Caitlyn. That it has to be this way.”
CAITLYN: “What way?”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “I can't let you out.”
She begins to cry again.
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “I have to do this to ensure the safety of my unborn child...... My Prince.”
CAITLYN: “Your... your Prince?”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Yes, of course. The heir to my throne, my love.”
CAITLYN: “I don't understaaaaand.”
She says during sobs.
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “I'm the King of Darkness and the future King of the Xtreme Wrestling Federation, Cait. My child that you carry is the heir to a different throne.... He's the Prince of a secret society.”
CAITLYN: “What do you meaaannn? Why are you doing this to me? I thought you loved meeee!”
More crying.
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “I do love you, Caitlyn. It's just that it'd never work out between us. We're from different backgrounds, you could say.”
THE MESSENGER: “Go on. You may as well tell her now!”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “You are Catholic.”
CAITLYN: “What the hell does that have to do with anything!?”
She cries out in anger.
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “I'm the Grand Master of the Illuminatus!”
An eerie silence falls upon my cell room.
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “That child you carry, is my child, Caitlyn. After his birth, he will one day become the Prince of Darkness! He will one day become the Grand Master of the Illuminatus. Just like his father, and his fathers father.”
CAITLYN: “Prince of Darkness!? You won't make my child a Satanist!”
THE MESSENGER: “That was a bad choice of words.”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Yeah, I guess so. No, not a Satanist. Illuminatus! And he'll be proud of that!”
CAITLYN: “The Illuminati ARE Satanists! You son of a...”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “No, no we are not. A common misconception purposely orchestrated by your beloved Catholic Church, my love. The way I see it, you have two options. Two ways you can leave this cell.”
Jacob lights a torch attached to the wall.
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Accept the King of Darkness as your leader, and your husband. Or...”
CAITLYN: “Or what!? You son of a bitch!? Enlighten me!”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Hmm. Nice choice of words, considering Illuminati translates to the Enlightened One. Anyhow, your second option, is in a body bag. The choice is yours!”
CAITLYN: “Fuck you! I'll kill my child before I ever let him be raised by Satanists!”
She jumps to her feet and charges toward me. She stops at the bars and spits in my face. I wipe the spit from my face.
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Very well. Jake, open the cell.”
Jake unlocks the cell and I step in. Caitlyn backs up as far as she can. I grab her by the throat and hold her against the wall.
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “That will be the last time you ever disrespect your King! Do I make myself clear!?”
She nods her head. I then backhand her across her mouth. She falls onto the bed and begins sobbing again as I exit the cell.
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Have her restrained. It's too risky. She may intentionally try and harm my child.”
I start to leave and stop at the door way.
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Your time is running out, Caitlyn Nguyen. You have until the very moment that you give birth to my Prince, to change your mind. If you choose to remain defiant, I can assure you, you'll never see the light of day again.”
Fade to Darkness.
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