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Doc! DOC!!

Cadryn Tiberius screams at the top of his lungs into the nothingness in the desert. No one answers back, including his own in an expected echo, but all was silent. The cracked and chapped ground feels like it's going to crumble and give-way beneath him as he picked up one foot after another. Behind him, lied the buggy on it's side with Roseanna, his mighty steed, pinned beneath it.

Cadryn's leg seems to be injured as he misses a step every other, or so. He drags himself towards the small town that happens to be smack dab in the middle of this wasteland. He looks around, able to see for forever, but nothing but what lies in front of him. Where the doctor was leading him all along.

Where the hell is he?! DOOOOOOOOOOC!!!!

When Cadryn finally reaches his destination, the place looks like a full operating old western town. He can't believe his eyes. He walks down the center road, virtually the only road there, and pauses when he catches something out of the corner of his eye. When he looks over, it's Doctor Louis D'Ville sitting on a barrel smoking a cigar. He looks over to Cadryn and waves with a grin from ear to ear.

Hello, my friend!

Cadryn nearly jumps out of his boots.

DOC!

He rushes, hobbling the best he can over to the good doctor.

What the hell happened?! I think we split an axle or something! The buggy... Roseanna.... Awe... Roseanna.......... What happend to you, Doc?! Where did you go?!

Doc says nothing for a moment, giving Cadryn a blank stare.

If you're good Theo will buy a pony for Christmas. As for where I went? Well, I came here! To wait for you!

Cadryn looks confused as hell. He props his hands to his hips and readies his finger for a chance to stand up to Doc when there's shouting heard from down the street, towards the center of town.

We should be going.

Doc says as he hops from the barrel, cigar in teeth he fixes his suit and the two march towards the ruckus. Up the street a group of men gather, four men to one side and three to the other, all parallel, facing each other.

Ohhh! It appears we have a duel!

Doc starts a faster pace where, due to his injured leg, Cadryn falls back a little.

Hurry now, Cadryn.

Doc says in a teasing voice. The two reach around the neighborhood of the action and climb onto one of the porches to one of the many stores the town had. They walk across it and notice a ton of people gatherered around just as they are. If the entire town's population wasn't out there watching it go down, it'd be a shocker.

What... What the hell are we doing here, Doc? What's going on?

Doc looks over to what looks like a barber standing outside his shop just a few feet away from them. Everyone seems to be ignoring the two strangers that have just wandered in their town. The events taking place must take some high priority right now. Doc thumbs and nods his head the barber's way signalling Cadryn.

Ask him.

Ask him what?!

What's going on.

We can obviously SEE what is going on here, Doc. A bunch of a-holes having a pissin' contest!

Maybe we can get some backstory.

Cadryn stares down to the ground and sighs. The group of men in the street are still yammering back and forth to one another. No one's drawn a weapon or really moved a muscle since the Doc and his jester arrived.

Cadryn shuffles over to the man Doc was motioning towards.

Excuse me! Sir!

The man looks over to Cadryn with concern and looks back to the confrontation in the middle of town.

Cadryn Tiberius, "Itialian Cowboy", could you fill me and my friend here on what exactly is going on?

The man looks at Cadryn, then looks behind him and back.

"Friend?"

Cadryn looks surprised then looks behind him to see the good doctor has vanished once again.

Awe, damn! Not again!

"What brings you here, stranger?"

It's Cadryn, and I'm not sure what brings me here. This is making a whole lotta nonsense bout now and I'm sick of it. I lost my King, I lost my horse, I lost my fuckin' coke!

The man looks pretty bewildered after Cadryn's short outburst, but is intrigued by him.

"Well, you've either come here at the right time or the wrong time, Cadryn. Things aren't looking good for this old town."

How do you mean?

"What you see before you could be the end. Those three men on the left there. They've basically been here their whole lives. I wouldn't say they've built it from the ground up, but they've certainly put in some work to make this place the prosperous place that it is. They've been gone for a while though. Off making other places as great as this one, I bet. Unfortunately, while they've been gone, the four men you see on the left arrived."

Who are they?

"Bad people."

The man spits on the ground along with everyone else in the vicinity. They must know he was referring to them somehow or something...

"They've lived here for quite some time. Gone about their business like normal folk would, minding their own. It may not seem so at this very moment, but this is a pretty peaceful place and we like keepin' it that way. Well, these fellas stopped likin' how a few things were going down around here."

What did they do?!

"Well, like I said, we're quite the peaceful place here. We have laws, but who needs 'em when everyone knows everything they're supposed to do?"

Almost everyone, right?

"Right. They want their own laws, or at least excused of the one's already in place. They've done things, Cadryn. Like, I wish Holy God's mercy on their soul type of things..."

Man....

"Which is why you're here isn't it?"

Cadryn looks back to the man after staring off into the dusk cloud swirling in the middle of the street between the men.

What is?

The man points out to the street where the seven men face.

"To even the odds."

Cadryn is nearly appauled by the suggestion.

Are you nuts?! I'm not involving myself in any duel. Do I even look armed to you?

Cadryn feels the weight of his belt get much heavier. He reaches down and feels two hardwood pistol grip revolvers strapped to his side.

You've gotta be shitting me.

The few people along the porch he was standing begin applauding him and encouraging him to step out on the street and defend the heroes trying to save their town. The learn and chant his name.

"Cadryn! Cadryn!"

It's unreal to him and where the HELL did these guns come from?! He closes his eyes and sighs as he begins walking out onto the dirt past the three men he's going to stand with. He goes on the far left, making four men standing against four men. He takes a deep breath and places his hands around the two grips again, holding them loosely, and looks to his right.

He nearly falls straight on his face when he sees John Samuels standing beside him. John doesn't turn, but his eyes shift over and they look directly and Cadryn.

The fuck you lookin' at?

Cadryn shakes his noggin' and tries to clear whatever dust may have got up there in his venture and looks again. John Samuels is still there and beyond him stands Theo Pryce and John Madison! Cadryn and Theo look into each other's eyes.... He gets a glimpse of Madison in the background licking the barrel of his revolver like a popsicle.

Are you fucking ready for this?!

Cadryn's eyes tear up and he looks straight ahead ready to let out a cry of war when a loud air raid horn begins to blare in his ear. It's absolutely deafening as he falls down, face first, into a pile of horseshit.

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Cadryn snaps up out of the bench seat and his face goes directly into Maddy's asshole nose-first! Doc and Theo are sitting off to the side laughing their asses off as Madison tries to back it up into Cadryn's face again. He backs of into the seat, trying to rub that nasty shit away from his nose. Madison pulls up his pants at takes a seat across from him.

The whistle from the train blows as they pass through a small town in Michigan heading for the Palace of Auborn Hills for the next Savage. Theo and Doc are still in stitches while Cadryn is still trying to wake up and still smelling nothing but Maddy's asshole for the moment.

That never gets old!

Never.

You freakin' guys....

You brown nosing .

Cadryn says with the plugged up nose voice. Doc and Theo finally get it out of their system and rest back in their comfortable reclining chairs while Cadryn lies back down on the bench seat.

Big night tomorrow night, Doc.

Doc chuckles and takes a hoot from his drink.

Hardly.

Awe c'mon. You want to finally shut this guy up, I know it.

I could beat him down, bite off his tongue, bash his head till it's mush, pin him seven times in a ring and he STILL wouln't shut his mouth, my friend.

Theo shrugs, taking a swaggle of his own drink.

You may have a point there.

Samuels is off on sick-leave, which is the reason he's not sitting among his fellow KINGS™. Madison is off in another corner staring down Cadryn, who is also keeping one eye on Madison. Doc and Theo continue to sit and enjoy their concoctions.

I'm actually a bit disappointed this week.

How so?

Well, after the week I've spent listening to that mess of a talent prop me up like some trophy, praise the fact that he knows me, then attempt to cut me down into little pieces is disheartening. He's said that the DOCTOR has changed? I don't think so. I'm still the same guy that walked through the doors three years ago and took the world by storm. I still the fellow that won the UNIVERSAL Title and as the KING™ of the XWF and ruled this FINE federation for a very long time.

Now I understand walking away for a while... Giving up the UNIVERSAL Title.... Blah, blah, blah.. They could have a damper on your image a bit. They could knock you down a peg, maybe. But I don't think anyone looks that way towards ME. Everyone here knows I'm capable of doing it again. Over and over and over again if I have to. Chaos as well. I'm sure he' s more than capable of beating Jim Caedus for the title. That's hardly the point though. Records and titles mean nothing coming into this fight. Whether I've fought ten matches in the last ten days or ten matches in the last ten months... What does it matter? I've been here. What's clever is that whether I'm active in the ring or not, when I DO make an appearance, people gather. They listen. They grovel, my friend. Chris Chaos may be unfamiliar with the groveling and the crawling, but he'll soon be introduced to it. I've admitted my mistake. I've admitted my shortcomings. Do I seek redemption? I do not. I seek to destroy the monster that I've created.

Defeating me did not boost his talent. It did not boost his skills. All it did was boost that stupid, ridiculous ego of his. That boulder on his shoulder that he flaunts to everyone every chance he gets. He said he would've walked away if his chances to be in that chamber for the title was taken from him. He said, HIS words, that if I defeated him. If DOCTOR LOUIS D'VILLE, KING and former UNIVERSAL Champion... The man he looked up to... The man he WANTED TO BE.... If that man defeated him he would have just walked away. In the mind state he was in, he would've just quit. How pathetic is that. The match that defined his career one way could have destroyed it in the other. Stupid. I hope he's in a different state of mind this time around, because things aren't looking to good for him come Saturday.

If he DOES decide to stick around after I shatter his ego, I, honestly, don't expect any of this to end. I expect it to go on and on and on and on, and I'm okay with that. What Chris Chaos fails to see, and perhaps I don't say it enough anymore, but that's why I'm here. To cure what ales them. To fix their lives! As many times as ANYONE needs a reminder of their position and place in life I'd be more than happy to help them discover that again. Chris Chaos, will never be more than just a weasel that walked into an insecure hen house. He made out like a bandit the first time, but was stupid enough to go back.

I'm disappointed, Mister Pryce, because I don't think our weasel is hungry anymore. He's just greedy.

Doc smiles as he watches the landscape pass by. Cadryn, still a bit in shock from either his ...... fantasy? or Madison's ass crack, looks over at Doc with a worrisome look. Doc exchanges it with a wink.

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