Theo sits up on the side of his bed. On the other side of the bed is a brunette. Her face unseen and her body is covered by a white satin sheet. Theo stands up wearing only a pair of boxers from Barneys. He walks over to a chair and grabs a pair of slacks and one leg at a time puts them on. He then looks up and with a sigh begins speaking.


I get it Hysteria, you think because you and I share the common trait of having worn masks that you think you know me. You wouldn't be the first to make that mistake and I'm sure you won't be the last. But you are the most recent. And while we are on the subject of mistakes allow me to point out a few of yours because that's what I do. I point out peoples fallacies and inconsistencies.

First let me start off by explaining to you the difference between perception and reality.

You said that I faked my own death. That is factually incorrect. I never faked my own death. Hell I never said I was dead. Never even pretended that I was dead.

People perceived and drew the conclusion that I was dead because the plan I was on went missing. But I can't control what people think and what conclusions they jump to.

Do you see the difference between what was perceived and what actually happened?

I hope so, otherwise there is little help for you.

You also made the false assertion that I wore the mask of Enigma to hide what I had done. You didn't outright say it but you made it pretty clear that the "what you did" comment was in reference to faking my own death but the truth is I put on the mask of Enigma several months before the plane I was on got lost over the Pacific.

Now let's talk about the perception that I am the Leader of the Three Kings. Another conclusion you came to all on your own based off of no evidence whatsoever I might add.

Don't mistake the fact that I am the most vocal and the most strategic of the Kings for being their leader. While it is true I am a natural born leader. As evidence by the fact that I lead the winning team at World War X. I lead a multi billion dollar company. I lead the Kings to it's current reign and I lead a team to the slaughter at War Games. But make no mistake about it. I didn't ditch my team when the going got tough because the truth its, it never got going to begin with. Monolith? A bum. Proxy? A bum. Cain, a disappointment. Manson? A bum. I picked that team for a specific reason and it wasn't to win War Games.

You see I picked a team so devoid of talent, so utterly useless and so fucking gullible that they would line up like the little lemmings that they were and do whatever I wanted. But the truth is I didn't want anything except for them to go into War Games and get their faces stomped in. Dare I say, it was a foregone conclusion. Hell, I even said it all week going into War Games. Sure I may have mislead people a little bit but you see I picked who I picked because I knew that I would never be stepping into the ring with them and so me not being there didn't actually sway the result. Team Victory Forever was always going to win that match and not because of how good they are but because of how bad the team I picked was. It's like picking out the shiniest turd.

If you were a True Leader and not just some shitty mouth piece for the supposed real leader you would understand the concept of strategic planning. But it's obvious from the way you speak that you are not privy to your Higher Power's rationale for anything. Simply put you're the man responsible for disseminating his wishes like a mindless drone, programmed not to ask why but simply to nod in tacit approval. I guess when you are lacking any higher brain function you don't see the need to interpret the Higher Power's wishes. You are perfectly happy taking orders rather than giving them. I suppose that works for you. It's never worked for me. That's what makes my arrangement with John Madison and John Samuels so fantastic. We don't have a leader because we don't need a leader. We have a common goal. Much like you guys in the Asylum. The chief difference is that we don't need a book and a man behind a curtain to know what, when and where we can do what we do. We just go out and do it. You'd know that if you stopped talking for a second and payed attention.

Now let's talk about Mick Manson for a second. Mick for reasons I can't even comprehend considered me a friend. Why? I have no fucking idea. Becuase I met him at a Chuck E. Cheese once? I was bored and had nothing else to do. Or maybe it's because I bailed him out of jail? My buddy Mark Flynn bailed me out of jail once so I felt the need to pay it forward. That's all that was. Now Mick I appreciate that your short time in my presence was enough for you to realize that a drastic change was needed. I knew it from the moment I saw you but I felt that you needed to come to that conclusion on your own. And you did and that's great. Unfotunately you had to get thrown off a roof first but you totally survived that...somehow. So good for you.

Now you had a lot of mean things to say about me, and while I heard you physically say the words they really didn't sound like you. Remember you and I did spend sometime together and I feel like I got to know you a little bit and I have to be honest, the things you are saying to me now, they are way too vulgar, too violent and disjointed to possibly be the result of something you came up with all on your own. I know you said you've changed and all but the great Ron White used to say "You can't fix stupid." Having said that let me see what you had to say about me in your most recent installment of "How to be a Fraud"..

Quote:You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt.

I mean really? You aren't even trying to hide it are you?

Oh shit, you really aren't. Intellisult eh? Well that's not the one I used when I mocked people that use such avenues to do their work for them but I appreciate you being honest with yourself and everyone else. At least now we know that in a war of words just like in the ring, you can't get the job done on your own, or at all.

And now last but certainly not least my vertically challenged friend Frodo. I have to say little buddy, you really have disappointed me. Everyone knows that if you want good chicken nuggets you go to Wendys. Consider the fuck up with the fries karma for going to a shithole like McDonalds and not the magical wonder that is Wendys. I bet you Scorpio is turning over in his sea of double stack wrappers just seeing that you betrayed him and your body and went to that fat maker McDonalds. I expect people like Gilmour to go to McDonalds because he can't afford any better. But you? With all your drug money I know you can afford better. Hell I paid you enough to put your kids through college. Assuming your son stays on the Community College track that is.

Now let's move away from family because as much as you may want to talk about mine it really has nothing to do with this match. I'm glad that you were able to grab a pair of my wrestling tights. A true fan like you deserves them. And hey, if the whole drug trade dries out and you get low on cash I'm sure you could fetch a decent amount for them. As for your plans in the match. Well, that's on you. I'm going into the match with one goal in mind, to win. If I have to beat you into the mat to win then so be it. Don't take it personal, or do, that's totally up to you but I'm going to do what I have to do. It's a simple as that. It's not personal. It's just the Pryce of Doing Business.


Theo walks over to the bed, grabs the end of the sheet and with a quick motion yanks the sheet off of the bed revealing that the woman in bed was naked under the sheet. She quickly jostles to cover up her breasts and vaginal area. She looks over at Theo who is now standing at the end of the bed looking down at her.


"Get the fuck out of bed. I gotta go and I don't trust you here by yourself. You have 5 minutes and then I throw you out. "