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Steve "KingSlayer" Davids · (05-19-2017)

The shot opens, and I am again, as ever, sat in a dark and empty room. I am cross legged again, but this time I have a small music box in front of me, it seems burnt, as if it had survived a fire. Also beside me, a stapler. I looked deep into the camera, passion flowing through my veins along with the reddest and most fiery blood. This means so much to me, people think it is strange that I care as much as I do, well no, they’re the unusual ones. The music box plays.

Ring-a-ring o' roses,
A pocket full of posies,
A-tishoo! A-tishoo!
We all fall down

“You think, this battle is already won. You think that this fight is over. You think that victory will be that simple, Well win or lose, victory certainly won’t be simple. I know you have the backing of your cronies, John Madison, John Samuels and Theo Pryce, but I have more heart and passion than the four of you combined. Doctor D’Ville. Doctor D’Ville. In the hottest fires and the deepest seas, there is a passion like none other than mine for fighting. When the blood inevitably oozes from our skin, do you think that that’ll be it? Do you think being blinded by red will stop me from getting up? If you do then you’re a fool. You want to beat me, well you’re going to have to god damn kill me.

The Kings always had it in for Steve Davids. And why is that? Well of course it was because I outsmarted Theo Pryce when I cashed in for the Universal Championship, and being the intelligent manipulator that he is, he forced me into a buried alive match against John Samuels, where disqualifications are null. I do not regret the stipulation though, being buried made me forced to be reborn, stronger. However, what I did not account for was that cheap shot, and perhaps it was naive of me to think that I had it under control once I planted Samuels with the Game Over, but that would have been that, if it wasn’t for Theo fucking Pryce.”

Davids walks over to Samuels and starts prodding him with his foot. Slowly inching him towards the end of the stage and thus the coffin. Samuels grabs Davids by the pant leg and slowly pulls himself up. Davids takes a step back and smiles.

Kick to the stomach.

GAME OVER!!!

Samuels is finished after that move. Davids grabs Samuels by the arm and pulls him to the end of the stage. He pulls him back up and then Guerilla Press Slams John Samuels into the open coffin.

This is it.

All Davids needs to do now is shovel the dirt onto him.

Davids looks out into the crowd taking it all in for a minute.

THUMP!!!

What the hell?

Out of no where Theo Pryce pops into the scene and takes Davids out with the Dead Drop.(Zig Zag)

"Remember this the next time you want to cash in on someone bitch."

Down at the coffin John Madison is there helping Samuels out of the coffin.

Theo grabs Davids and tosses him onto the stage and into the coffin.

"Finish him."

Samuels picks up Davids and just for good measure puts him down for good with the Filibuster.

Samuels slams the lid of the coffin shut just as John Madison hands Samuels a shovel.

Samuels jams the shovel into the massive pile of dirt next to the coffin and in one motion shovels the dirt onto the top of the coffin. Rinse and repeat until the ref signals for the final bell ending the match.

Steve Davids has been buried alive.

"And then people have it in them to ask me, why Steve Davids? Why? Why is it that you must rebel against the monarchy of the XWF? Why is it that you want to see the kings burn? I want to get back what is mine, and to do that I must destroy the manipulators and I must make their world crumble, as they did mine. If the Doctor thinks he is so intelligent, to bring up the fact I lost my first title defence, perhaps he should look at how it happened. Samuels reign was a farce, all 47 seconds of it. Morbid Angel cashed in on him just moments after the match was done, intelligently, because he knew the damage was done, and if it wasn’t for a vintage Theo Pryce cheap shot, he would still be whimpering in the ground… If only.

Speaking of Theo Pryce, does he even count as a competitor? I mean sure, he manipulated his way to another championship reign, through no hard work, through no responsibility of his own, he’s piggy-backing off of you, D’Ville, just he has piggy-backed off others in the past. When is the last time he had a match? When is the last time he actually pinned anyone? Yet there he stands with a championship upon his shoulder, all because the foolish little doctor was too daft to see that he was being used… AGAIN.

The daft little doctor… who seems to think that I am the one who is chatting nonsense? What was all this shit with Stone Cold. Normally I dissect my opponent’s promos, but that, that shit isn’t worth dissecting. Wasting your time talking about Gilmour, Green and Austin, for some unknown fucking reason. Irrelevant. Just like Theo Pryce if it wasn’t for the kings. Yet you D’Ville, you’ve always wanted to fight me. All those Warfares ago when you startled me, this was what you wanted. Well now you have it, and be careful what you wish for D’Ville because I’m not just another patient. I am not sure if you wanted to fight me because of your own twisted imagination or whether you want to see what it’s like to step in the ring with a psycho sensation, either way, I promise you this, it will not be as straight forward as you think it will be. Perhaps you ought to return to open heart surgery, it would be easier for you to execute.

When the Kings of old buried me in the coffin, in hope to contain me to the dirt forever, they should’ve known better. They should’ve finished the job. If you truly want to heal, Doctor, perhaps you should kill me for this soul is poisonous, like the thoughts that Theo Pryce planted in your mind. I thought doctors were supposed to be intelligent?

The Kings do not matter this week though, I hope you have the decency to leave your brigade at home. Not like at Turning Point. My journey led to Turning Point and Theo Pryce slashed away at my career along with Samuels… For all your mistakes, and there have been plenty, I do not question your ability to wrestle. For all of my mistakes, and there have been plenty more, you cannot question my ability to fight. Through good, and bad, I have continued to get up and fight with the best. There’s a reason we are on the list of greatest ever XWF competitors. So let’s give these people what they want. An absolute gorefest that will be remembered for years to come. Where were you the night Steve Davids and Doctor D’Ville put on one of the greatest matches in Savage history?

This… this right here, Doc. This is just the beginning though. My first chance at ripping apart the king’s piece by piece. Even if I am not the man whose arm is held high, I promise you this, thou shalt not die. I will get up, then when I am down, I will get up again. And just as Ricky Desmond proclaimed to the thousands of people in attendance when I was buried alive, a truer word was never muttered from his mouth than when he said: Steve Davids ALWAYS comes back… STRONGER.”

I pull at where my hair once was, it was like a phantom limb to me in many ways. It felt as though it was there, like soldiers who had lost their legs could still feel their foot itching. I gazed down between my feet, smirked then looked up into the camera.

“Pain, Doctor. I am willing to feel incredible amounts of pain. I won’t pretend I enjoy it, but it does make me thrive… hahahaha.”

I grabbed the stapler and planted staple after staple in my chest. I looked at my back, my burnt, scarred back… I impaled a staple into it and roared out in pure agony, a tear almost trickled from my eye, it was as if I was Chris Chaos after a beat down for a brief moment. I held back the tears, like Chris could not. And then looked down at my music box.

“You see this music box Doctor? This music box was the one toy my parents bought for me that survived the fire the day my Dad tried to kill me. Not long after I had ripped my mother apart to enter this world. The day my brothers were forced to betray me. I would be nothing but ashes if it wasn’t for Blaine, but no. Just like this music box, I survived.”

Ring-a-ring o' roses,
A pocket full of posies,
A-tishoo! A-tishoo!
We all fall down

“For better or worse, I survived. And every day since that day I grew stronger, more dangerous, but also more intelligent. I was a monster as a boy, before I was smart enough to control my strength. Now, I could still be described as a monster, but now I can control it, and unleash it upon those who deserve it. And you see Doc, I’m just as resilient as this music box…

Honestly though, I wish I was scared of you, the fear, the adrenaline that could be the difference. But when I look at you, fear does not strike me. My spine does not tingle, my blood does not curdle, no. I feel nothing. I am numb… And, with time running out until Saturday, I want you to know that once I am done with you, I am going to finally get my revenge on Theo Pryce for what he has done to me, and then, only then, will I be satisfied that the kings have been slain.”

Ring-a-ring o' roses,
A pocket full of posies,
A-tishoo! A-tishoo!
We all fall down

“I pray to God that the lord has mercy on you D’Ville, because I won’t. And remember those four words that will always ring true… ALL. MEN. MUST. FALL.”

I stand and walk away, the camera merely records my shadow before the shot fades.

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