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Doctor Louis D'Ville · (06-24-2017)

The last time we visited the good ol' Doc, things weren't exactly going the way he had planned. After he popped in to see an old friend of his, Mastermind, and the lack of a welcoming he received, Doc appeared to be fresh out of good luck and favors.

Little did Mastermind know that Doc had something up his sleeve long before their meeting at the mansion. After being denied his requesting use of the almighty Thinking Chair of Mastermind, the doctor left the premises without batting an eye or causing any sort of fuss. Mastermind knew Doc was always very decent at keeping his composure and hiding his true emotions. He also knew there was a good chance there was something more going on what appears that he perhaps missed. After rummaging through his halls and through his treasures, it did not take him long that something much more valuable was taken. A golden pocket watch that could alter space and time with a simple winding of the clock. How the doctor somehow attained this was unknown to him, but it was more important how he was getting it back.

MM had a back up plan already in the works by the time Doc used the watch. It didn't matter to him what it was the doctor was going after, nor did he truly care. However, HE was not going to be responsible for whatever destruction or mayhem it was most certainly going to bring. He again, wanted no part of it.

To Doc's surprise, the Master of Minds crafted a medallion which hung from his neck and enabled him to follow Doc to whatever time he would set. In perfect timing, as well, because it didn't take him long to use it. He found the doctor in the first place he looked, miraculously enough, and it was the old compound (or abandoned church) where Doc hid his precious Asylum.

After destroying it via helicopter, Mastermind chased Doc down the highway. They didn't go far, because Doc, with his amazing abilities, managed to board the chopper when it got close enough and cause it to wreck into the sea below along with it's crew. Mastermind and Doc fell onto the highway, where the Master of Minds was not the Master of Landing and had nothing but his own bones breaking his fall. Doc was just about ready to finish off Mastermind when Trevor, Doc's first and most important patient, found the watch along the road and used it for his own benefit. Risking life itself, once again and again and again, Trevor wound the watch back further in an attempt to escape the doctors most crippling strangle hold forever.

It's dark. Pitch black. So much that it hurts your brain trying to convince itself that you just can't fucking see. No sound. Pitch silence. So much that your busy little mind creates sounds just to accent your new found insanity. There are many, MANY things in this UNIVERSE that fail to provide us the proper insight. Many things to fall between the black and the white.

A spark flickers and a bright red cherry burns, illuminating the face as it glows brighter behind it. An exhale of smoke follows and clouds what little vision we've been given. Another spark flashes behind the figure igniting a large flame which brings light to the surrounding area. We are once again find ourselves within the walls of the offices of Doctor Louis D'Ville.

We've all seen it in this state of decay before. The books thrown from the shelves and scattered across the charred floor. The walls painted with blood, cracked and split in several places, and also charred from a previous burning. His desk flipped on it's side and a shattered window behind where the chair must have made it's exit through force.

We've all seen the doctor in this state of dishevelment before. He sits alone, in the middle of the floor, puffing at his cigar with his pearl-white suit dirtied, tattered, and torn from head to toe. He rises to his feet, locks his hands together behind his back, and slowly steps towards the shattered window behind him. Looking out, the doctor's office sits high upon a dark tower that overshadows a burning city below. All of the buildings around him are a crumbled mess with flames engulfed on every inch from the ground to what's left of the peak. A small populous of people, residents of the good doctor's city, gather below him in displeasure and revolt against the disarray and destruction they've become victims of. Doc takes a long, soft drag from his cigar before he flicks it out the window and it falls into the crowd gathered below.

Across the room, there is a knock at the door.

Enter!

Doc's voice is soft and raspy, but booms across the room. The door creaks open and a short, stout man walks through. He seems nervous as he walks across the room, seeing the condition of the good doctor's office it's only safe to assume that Doc's mood is not in any way or shape... better than that.

Sir.

He stops and stands in attention while Doc continues to look out to his broken city.

Sir?

Doc's head whips around and his cold gaze freezes the man in place.

SPEAK, man! I haven't all the time in the world, you know.

Sir! The people are restless, sir. After your umm... Ill-tempered return... They've grown a little hostile and assisted in the destruction themselves. Nearly everyone is gathered outside awaiting an explanation... Or maybe your head, sir.

Doc chuckles as he turns the rest of the way to face the man in the suit. He looks the doctor up and down, now truly noticing the state of his leader, and begins sweating more profusely. It's getting hot in here.

DO they now?

Well, yessir. The promises made, the freedom, the paradise... It looks as if you never actually planned to help us, um, THEM at all. They feel you've failed them.A

Failed?!

Doc's voice shakes the building around them. So much that the man in the suit loses his footing and stumbles to the ground in roly-poly fashion. Doc smiles and faces out the window again.

Well, perhaps I DO have a bit of explaining to do, hm?

Alright, boys.

Theo Pryce pops the cork from a bottle of champaign in the KINGS™ Private Quarters just moments after the High Stakes pay-per-view came to a close.

It's time to celebrate!

Theo fills several glasses and passes them around to his fellow KINGS™, and winning partners, John Samuels and John Madison. Cadryn the Jester is there, as well. Samuels sniffs the glass and looks at Theo with a disgusted look on his face.

What the fuck is this cheap shit?

Theo looks back to Samuels then across the room. Maddy drank his as soon as he got it and is taking selfies with the water bottle they used to replenish Doc during the High Stakes Battle Royal, Cadryn spilled half of his out already from swaying it back and forth from the drugs he was given back stage to continue later in the night.

I did good, Tay-oh. I did good. I help Dawk.

Theo closes his eyes after scaling the room.

Shut the fuck up, Samuels.

He opens up and holds the glass in the air and looks out about his men again. Cadryn staring cross-eyed, Samuels looking disappointed, and Maddy pre-occupied.

Here's to the KINGS™ prevailing tonight and paving a solid path to success. We had a job to do tonight, gentlemen, and we did it. Whether Lane wants to keep his end of the bargain or not. He brought in his soldi---

Samuels drinks his and Cadryn is half passed out at this point. Theo looks around again...

Where the fuck is Doc?

Samuels looks around a bit too and shrugs.

I could've sworn he was following us in here. You seen him Cadryn? Maddy?

I luv Dawwwwk.

Madison is now munching on a slice of left over pizza that was left in the room from earlier while flipping through his ChristianMingle.com account. Theo looks down to Cadryn who's eyes are swirling around in his head like a pair of dice in a popper.

Have you seen the medical staff by chance, Jester?

Cadryn giggles and holds up his wrapped up broken arm and squeals from the excruciating pain then giggles some more.

Of course, Tay-oh! Where would I have gotten this funny wrapping paper and this fentanyyyyyyyyyyylllll paaaaaaaaatch.......

Cadryn sings out the last part in a crackly, prepubescent little boy voice and points to the patch on the back of his shoulder. Maddy's head jerks up like a dog being served a t-bone. He rushes over to Cadryn who fails to notice him closing in.

I tell dem I was butt hurt and to poot it on my butt, but day.... AH! AHHHH! OW! OW! OW!!

Madison easily wrestles Cadryn to the ground and pulls the fetanyl patch off the back of his shoulder.

Oh shit!

What the fuck, John?

Maddy bites open the package and begins sucking the contents out from it. He looks at his two fellow KINGS™ and the jester, who is lying on the floor crying and laughing at the same time.

What?!

He continues to suckle the gel from the patch and goes back across the room to prop his feet up and go back to his mingling.

Maybe we should take him to the hospital.

I don't think they'd take him, Theo. Remember the last time we tried helping Madison with the AA? He destroyed the fucking place.

Not him, asshole. Cadryn.

Samuels looks appauled.

The jester?! Man, fuck him. He'll be alright. What? You getting a soft spot for the guy now?

Theo shrugs.

He's like a sick pet, Sammy. We can't just leave him here to die.

Samuels shakes his head, chuckling a bit.

That's on you, Theo. Do whatever you think you have to.

Well, you have to admit, he's shown a hell of a lot of loyalty tonight. To us, to Doc.

Samuels pulls a cigar out and lights it up. He takes a few puffs while staring at the delirious jester lying on the floor. Looking at the cigar then to the door....

Where IS that old fucker?

Hello, my friends.

The good doctor stands before a podium in front of the thousands, perhaps millions, of his disgruntled, irate, yet most precious UNIVERSE of followers. He is showered with boo's from the crowd. The man in the suit steps forward and holds his arms up as if to try and calm them down, but to no avail. Doc continues to speak, even without a microphone in front of him, his voice bellows for miles and miles beyond the outskirts of the ruined city.

I know while you're all here.

"You've failed us!"

"You lied to us!"

"We want answers!"

"You promised!"

A few random things that can be heard being shouted from the rioters.

High Stakes is just a few days passed, and yes, I've failed you all.

The boo's become louder and louder. Random debris, like vegetables, cups, bottles, et cetera is now being thrown onto the stage, and as if there was an invisible force field around the doc, they all miss him him and hit the man in the suit or just land beside him on the stage.

While the KINGS™ appeared to have had the night won with the victory over the Owners and my own victory over Trax... My victory in the High Stakes Battle Royal... It was NOT I that walked out of that arena with the last laugh and my hands raised.

The crowd slowly begins to die down and their rants become quieter and fewer. They all focus in and now listen to what their KING has to say.

Yes, I did succeed in winning my side of the High Stakes Battle Royal and I did advance to the final match. Some complications added up and I took the fall to a ghost from the past. An ace in Mister Loverboy's back pocket, per se. His name is James Raven.

Mister Raven stepped forward after losing in the Triple Threat Match for full ownership of the company and, did just as I did, won his own battle royal. Is this the means for an end, my friends?

The crowd is silent now.

Of course not. To name a couple... Gator.... Chris Chaos.... They all managed to walk away victorious from their very first session with the good doctor. HOWEVER, there was SO much more to their story. Gator never again bested me within the walls of the XWF UNIVERSE. I defeated him along the way to become KING of the XWF during a tournament, which he apparently knew the outcome before hand and simply walked away from the match. I defeated him when I cashed-in immediately after he claimed his first, and only, UNIVERSAL Title. I defeated him again when he tried bouncing back to claim his lost prize. After a few more miserable attempts to redeem his stature here in this FINE federation, he was never, EVER heard from again. He realized that there was never going to be a place for him here that didn't involve my boot pressing down on him.

Chris Chaos had to learn the hard way, as well. This is one that Jame Raven should pay attention to because not only did Chaos defeat me very early in his career, but it boosted his prestige around here about two-hundred percent. It earned him a wild card and it placed him in the Elimination Chamber match which he won and become UNIVERSAL Champion. Of course, everything cycles back around though, and a rematch was made to, at the very least, even the score. Now if you follow the books correctly, you would see that I have scored not ONE, but TWO victories over the boy. A week or so before I pinned him in the middle of the ring, John Samuels and myself watched him die in the middle of the ring during a submission hold applied by my partner to award the KINGS™ their first Tag Team Title defense, against AX3, no less.

Now the difference is that James Raven ISN'T a rookie. Don't think that I'm not aware of that. The man is only breathing right now because he's surviving on the legacy he built LONG before my time or anyone else's besides Barney Green or perhaps Peter Gilmour. So from what I've come to understand this past week, James Raven hardly needed a spring board to advance his career here. He walked in as this LEGEND and apparently has this idea in his head that he's the absolute best around here. I could tell this by first glance, then of course the fan boys that followed made it absolutely over-bearing. The guy was met at the door with about a half-dozen grown men sitting on their knees with their mouths agape, just praying for a chance to suckle from the success dripping from the guy.

Well, I object.

Like I stated above, Trax and Graves can back me up on this, there's a few, not many, fellows around here that managed to sneak one by the old Doc. Which is fine and dandy. Shit happens, people, but I NEVER go down without a fight. There's far more to the story than what's been written thus far and I swear that when this episode cycles back around, the story may not change, but the ending most definitely will. James Raven will find out that the past is behind us. That's where the legends live along with his legacy, along with everything that he stands for. He's managed to steal the thunder from under my feet for the time being, but it's not the first time it's happened, probably won't be the last. I've admitted to my mistakes in the past and I own up to my failures, but as history shows, this is far from over.

The crowd can't help but suddenly start to get behind the good doctor. Their confidence in him is slowly returning, as they have started to realize that haven't many choices on where to stand in this war. Doc's prevailed for them before, he's ruled with an iron fist, and he will once again.

Coming off the pay-per-view, a KING's™ work is never done, is it? We have once again been placed in a match to defend our most precious XWF Tag Team Titles. A bit of a different scenario now though. The freebird rule is in full effect here as we face a few different stipulations this time.

I hate reruns, but here we go again, the KINGS are to face AX3 for the titles.

AX3, now the XWF Trios Champs, have a chance to redeem themselves after getting stomped into the ground by the Senator and I by unifying the Trios with the Tags. That is until Shane

decides to pop out naked from the dark shadows of his grotesque apartment and award them to someone again. I've seen that happen before... A couple of times, in fact. Until then though, the titles will be one and be held by, you guessed it, your's truly. I've been a Tag Team Champion since September, my friends, and even though we've had a few bumps in the road along the way and a few changes were made, I still carry the gold. The world thought this division was a dead end when Unknown Soldier and I carried the belts. They thought there was NO chance for anyone to EVER compete against the two of us. They were absolutely right. Well, things only got worse for everyone when Soldier vanished and I was forced to find a new partner(s) or give the titles up. I've never given ANYTHING up and I was not starting with these titles. If Mister Loverboy allowed it, I would have defended them on my own, but rules be rules and while I've been known to bend them a bit... I did my best to follow them.

Do you know how much grief myself and my fellow KINGS™ have received over the matter? People have called out Theo Pryce, John Samuels, and Madison for just getting the belts handed over to them. We've, of course, defended with not having much of a choice in the matter. The folks bitching were simply trying to put the idea into everyone's head that neither of those gentlemen were worth the titles.

Pffffffft. Hardly.

All of them are KINGS™, two of them are former UNIVERSAL Champions, and ALL have somehow shaped the story books before. They can all rattle our cages, kick over our thrones, and ram the outside gates of our kingdom as long as they wish, but we are left unscathed. Our armor is left intact. We remain at the very top of this UNIVERSE. Untouchable to anyone who steps forth to try and claim what belongs to us.

The crowd now applauds the doctor as if they were at a campaign rally. They appreciate his forwardness and outstanding confidence coming out of the tough loss during the Main Event at High Stakes. All is, perhaps, not lost for them and their dreams of a future paradise.

So let's look at the line-up here for Savage Saturday Night, shall we.....?

Doc pauses for a moment.

Micheal Graves, check. UNIVERSAL Champ Jim Caedus, check. Chris Chaos? Hm, kind of. Special Guest Official, aye? Hmmm.. Robert Main?? Not there. Well, what is all this then?

He scratches his head and looks confused out to the crowd.

We have Trax and a MYSTERY MAAAAN?!

Doc stares off into space and then begins to laugh under his breath. He gives the sheet of paper in front of him a couple double-takes and looks back up with a grin.

Well, now. Isn't THIS an interesting concept. As I mentioned before, I STILL hear discrepancies regarding my choosing of the Tag Team partners that stand with me today. Just HANDING the titles over to my fellow KINGS™ without them earning them or winning them or whatever the fuck everyone has been saying. So, what does AX3 do? The squabbling and fighting and tug of war within the ranks did EXACTLY what I said it would do and crumbled from within. Sure, you still have Graves and JC carrying around their pieces of tin on their shoulders. Sure, they're still strong there... Sort of. Didn't Robbie Main just lose his Hart Title to my jester? Hm, but what's all this about Trax and the mystery guy? Are YOU fellows just handing a Trios Titles over so that you're even eligible to compete this week? Sounds awfully familiar, does it not?

I knew these guys were a joke the second they all gathered in the ring for the very first time and announced their relationship to one and other in front of the entire UNIVERSE. Then, they brought the egomaniacal, apparent or self-proclaimed "mastermind" behind all of this jazz, Chris Chaos into the mix and I knew it was only a matter of time. Then Trax helps the goold old boys out a couple weeks ago. Of course he claimed he had or wanted NOTHING to do with AX3 as a faction and he was just out to get us, but what's the deal now? Same story? WHAT IF they happened to walk away with the unified titles? It's hardly likely, but WHAT IF? Is Trax going to continue and stand by the side of these evil-doers and still claim no ties with them?

He shakes his head from one side to the other.

It's absolutely ridiculous. What makes Trax think he stands a chance NOW after barely a week later. He went on and on here about how Doc is "just as good as they all claim, as well as HE claims". Well no shit. I don't lie. It's against everything I stand for and it would be extremely unprofessional of me. Does he think all of the REAL top tier guys that I've knocked off before were flukes? No, it's all of those top tier guys that managed to knock ME off that were flukes. I have the credentials to prove it to, just as I stated from the beginning here. TRAX was no exception. He's hardly the top tier guy that I'm used to slaying, but I'll give the little guy a little bit of credit, he's won some matches. Yeah. He won some titles too. Yeah. To claim I barely walked away the victor is just a loser thing to say, though. Inch or a mile, whether the score was 2-1 or 10-0, a wins a win. A win is a win is a win is a win. Do you hear me telling James Raven that shit? Hell no. Do you hear me blaming John Madison for using my own shock therapy against me? Hell no. All you hear me saying to that fellow is that there will be a time where he'll have to defend his win against me and THAT is where the Legend of James Raven falls to ashes. Maybe he could rip off Ghost Tank from a couple of years ago and rise as some kind of flaming essence of a bird... uhh.... a ... phoenix!

Doc nods as the people continue to buy into what he's selling. Full support now, some people are even rolling a few cars back onto their wheels in the background and working at putting out some fires.

What was Trax saying about me there? How he RESPECTS me now? After all that old man and washed up crap? Losing my edge? After all of the random attacks after my matches and backstage? After all of the horse shit and stalking and whining and excuses that he put me through? Good grief, I told him long before that I was dropping him on his head and ending all of this. It would have saved us both a headache if he would have just bowed his head and extended his filthy paw in submission like the little doggy he is. I would have accepted that... Since he respects me so much. Geez.... I EARNED his respect, mother fuckers. What a joke. You know, I was great LONG before the fight we had at High Stakes. So, what? He just didn't believe it when he watched all of my old matches? Did he just pawned it off as, "Well if that was MISTER F'N DOMINANCE in there..." Psssshhhh. Give us a break.

Give us ALL a damn break here.

The battle with Trax hardly matched up to some of the battles I've fought in the past. Me coming off that win at High Stakes and, at the very least, winning my Battle Royal... I'm coming in hot, people. After I, Doctor Louis D'Ville, made Trax look like the scrub that HE is, along with anyone else that participated in the battle royal, I am scalding. So are my fellow KINGS™ after making Mister Loverboy look like the childish fool that he is. With the new line-up that AX3 is bringing to the table, I don't mind them shaking it up a bit, but it's not going to matter.

The garbage a debris that the people once grasped in their hands ready to use as projectiles have changed into banners and signs supporting the good doctor. They cheer and carry-on, full of the hope they had recently lost but reclaimed.

Now, I've never been EXACTLY sure who it is behind the scenes pulling the strings with AX3. At first, I thought it HAD to be Chris Chaos. I mean, the guy IS a born leader, am I right? At least that's what his ego would tell you. Ha!

So, we're either talking mutiny or the guy was NEVER actually in charge of the group to begin with. He just thought he was. Regardless, he's out of the picture a bit now, or atleast in a different one, as he's been placed in charge of officiating our title match this Saturday. Whether HE signed up for this or Theo thought it was a great idea to throw him in the mix, or Lane was being a dick, or maybe it was Mister Washington's beautiful idea. I don't know. What I do know is the guy can't walk out of the bakery without a slice of pie for himself. He HAS to be involved in everything going on. Which is fine, but he's going to end up getting hurt eventually. Yeah, eventually, if anyone starts caring. After watching him ride his victory over me into Wild Card weekend and dry hump it until there was nothing left, he's been in nothing but a downward spiral ever since.... Heh, yeah, that's exactly what the guy has. Nothing left. He managed to sneak by me, survive a casket match where I, myself, caused my own demise... He won the UNI, beat some scrubs, then lost it to a rat. His momentum began slowing down then eventually ceased in place, leaving him coughing up dust of the fellows that have skated right past him. Trax seems to think this was some diabolical plan to give the KINGS™ an advantage in our match, but how? Sure, I know there's heat between him and the other AX3 members right now. I mean, they DID kick him out and basically pull that title out of his dead ass grasp, but how is he in relation to the KINGS™ right now? How is he in relation to the doctor? You think he's going to put the ass beating I gave him a while back behind him? Let by-gones be by-gones? I hardly doubt that. In fact, it wouldn't surprise me if HE was this mystery man in their corner this week and they're just trying to throw the veil over our eyes. Well, news flash, boys. You can't fool the KINGS™ and you can't pull a fast one on us. We expect the unexpected. We cheat death. We win regardless of the "no-win" situations we've been placed in. If there's some trick up those sleeves, bring them on. All of them. If there aren't any hidden up there, make some. Surprise us. Entertain us with the foolish confidence and shitty attitudes towards each other. Because no matter how these guys put the pieces together, they'll never fit together as good as the KINGS™ do.

The four of us share the same message AND the same mission as the next guy. Does Micheal Graves, the current X-Treme Champion, share the same mission as the UNI Champ, JC? If he manages to hold the title long enough, he'll be awarded the almighty game-changing briefcase. What happens then? You hold it in your back pocket until or if JC loses the belt? Or do you pull the old Chris Chaos Plan A and face or even cash-in on your own faction-mate, leader, whatever the fuck he is, and continue fighting for the top title as "FRIENDS"? Surely you all noticed, that kind of shit doesn't work around here. What about Trax? Okay, these guys are hypothetically the Unified Tag Team Champions. There's hardly anyone worth competing against around here for those belts so.... They'll probably have them for a while. Well, Trax said for months that these titles don't mean shit to him, so I'm sure his agenda and eyes are still set on that UNIVERSAL Title, too! Of course, this is all assuming that Caedus remains champion throughout all of this, which could happen, so... What happens then? They're all too full of themselves or just psychotic to get anywhere together and, minus JC, they're all too weak to do it all on their own. It's a sad, sad picture. It really is.

Speaking of the miracle man. WWJCD? What WOULD Jim Caedus Do in this situation. Now, I know the guy has had a rough life and all. He's been through hell, he's eaten out of garbage cans, lived in cardboard boxes and vans, and probably has Hepatitis C.... Which we're still working on clearance for this match-up here because I'm not fighting with a bleeder if he's carrying the HEP.

Now, wait a minute. We could always refrain from bloodshed, I suppose. I'm sure Doctor Milton Matthews has surely covered all grounds if not and none of us are at any risk... I don't want old JC to think that I think he's a bad person or anything because of a past life. I can see past his past. I can see through the horrors that he lived and brought upon himself. Things happen and the good doctor can understand that. He's come a long, long way and traveled so very far to finally be reaching the dead end. It won't be this Saturday though, no, no, no. It's coming though. It won't be James Raven, neither. I think Jim Caedus will live on long after James Raven.

You know, I don't think I ever congratulated Jim for chasing that rat from the wood pile a while back when he cashed-in. It's a little belated, but, if you can hear me, congratulations Jim.

The only problem is now, HE is stuck in the woodpile and it doesn't appear he's smart enough to find his way out. He's managed to stomp out of few fires that have started within, but what happens when we start throwing gas on that thing? What happens when he has a real fire to contend with. Chris Chaos, blah blah blah and Young Duke is hardly worth a mention. Things are starting to get real for Jim Caedus now, my friends, and I believe he has YET to see how thick the air is at the very very top. I take no credit away from the man though. He was an UNrelenting Television Champion. JC was like the second coming of Gator, except Gator was better. If you don't know, he was the GREATEST Television Champion of ALL time. Of course most of you have no idea who I'm talking about, but if I wouldn't have destroyed his dreams, his hope, his will to even live... He could perhaps STILL be the XWF TV Champion.

Sorry to drift like that. It was just a better time is all. It was the time that I was still molding the legacy that you all admire so much today.

Doc looks to the hazy, red smog in the sky and closes his eyes.

That you envy. That you gruel and drool over. That you demand that someday you want to be apart of.

He opens them and faces his silent crowd. He stares out into nothingness as if talking to one specific person.

I know if you all could reach me you'd kiss my feet if I let you. I know you respect me. I know that you that you fear me.

I know you, JC. I KNOW that you know how fucked you are. I'm sure James Raven is lodged into the back of that shallow mind of yours right now. I'd suggest you flush that out immediately. He's hardly worth the sweat above your brow or a single hair that's raised on your hairy back. In fact, I think you could take him.

That's beside the point though.

Like I said, clear your mind. Forget everything for a moment. Close your eyes.

Doc takes a long, deep breath. The crowd, the billions, all cheer for the good doctor, some follow along and close their eyes, as well.

Now open them.

You see what I see?

Mister Caedus this is only the beginning, my friend. This is your first taste of what your future holds. You see, like many others, I STILL believe that I have something to prove around here. Constantly. It's why I remain here. It haunts me and is why I haunt your most sweetest dreams and cause your most horrendous nightmares. Let it be known that whether you're holding that most precious UNIVERSAL Title or not, you'll have your session with the good doctor. That mind of yours is wrapped in about a thousand knots right now and it's MY job to unravel that knot. So few of you remember my true purpose in this FINE federation. The cause that I've stood by my entire time here.... I'm here for you, my friends. Feeling unstoppable? I'll stop you. Feeling you've reached the top and there's no where else to go? Look down. Now look up.

Hello, my friends!

My name is Doctor Louis D'Ville.

The trillions of people go nuts. "Doc!" "Doc!" "Doc!" they chant over and over and over again. Doc holds his hand up but the crowd continues to cheer. Doc shouts out to the miles and miles of people.

Saturday Savage will mark another day, another rise, another LEAP for the KINGS™! When myself and my dear fellows Theo Pryce, John Madison, and John Samuels defeat AX3 and HOPEFULLY once and for all end their ridiculous attempt of a tirade.

Let's hear it for Jim Caedus!

BOO!

Micheal Graves!

BOOOOO!!!

Mister F'n Reverence... Trax!!

BLAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!

And..... This mystery guuuuuy!!!!!

The man in the suit leans in and whispers in Doc's ear. Doc listens in and looks back at him as the crowd stands waiting for some news.

Come again?

Doc leans back in and the man whispers whatever it was again.

THE KING SLAYER?!

The man leans in again, but Doc pulls away.

You couldn't have told me this EARLIER?

The man goes to lean back in and whisper, but Doc backs away again.

Go away.

He does just that.

My friends. I have some unfortunate news.

The boo's start up again from a distance. Doc puts his head down an sighs.

The mystery partner for AX3 has APPARENTLY been revealed to us.

More boo's.

It's Steve Davids.

An entire city of boo's.

Micheal Graves woke up one morning and threw away all of his kitty porn thinking he was "A-OK" again. He threw it away again and again and again. Yes, Micheal Graves woke up one day and thought he was okay. Then he brought in Steve Davids.

The city of boos turns to a city of laughter.

Just to bring this out in the open here, in case anyone missed it. Um.. Those guys you all picked to help out AX3 due to lack of a line-up are now not ONE, but two guys that I've faced and beaten with ease within the last month. Both of them. Trax and King Slayer. So, great choices. It wasn't long before that I beat Graves the FIRST time you fuckers tried taking our gold.

Ugh.

Whatever King Slayer's infatuation with the KINGS™ as of late is... It's hardly going to matter because.... Just because. He's proven he's a nothing in the past and, well, I've proven it too. Here's a guy that can't leave his past alone. A true glutton for punishment. Take a lesson boys and girls, years after facing the KINGS™ and he's still licking his wounds.

Look at yourselves in the mirror. That's you. Look at Steve Davids. That's you when you fuck with the KINGS™!

The crowd starts up again and chants Doc's name as he waves at them with a smile from ear to ear. The man in the suit behind him claps and cheers for the doctor as well in the background. The flames in the city are depleting and the massive once unruly mob in front of Doc's tower slowly begins to disperse.

Cadryn wakes up in a hospital bed with IV's pumping into him and his arm slung up and tied in the air so he couldn't fuck with it. He can't remember how he got there and hardly remembers breaking his arm at this point. The force is strong with this one.

In his other hand his holds a remote with two buttons. One would call a nurse to his room and the other would pump him with a quick jab of morphine. He found out quick which was which. He was groggy enough when he just woke up from whatever they used to knock him out the first time with that another shot just put him out.

The KINGS™ drove him here, but ditched him in the ER. They left him with everything he needed, including the KINGS™ LLC insurance information along with some cash for whatever he may have needed.

After a couple of hours he opened his eyes once again and looked around the room. A bit less groggy this time, but in some serious pain. He moans to himself and remembers the fall from the top of the cage and the breaking sound of his shoulder when he hit the floor below.

Dang.

He looks at the button and can actually read it now. He presses the morphine button again. A few moments later a nurse walks in the room. She's wearing the typical scrubs, young, beautiful. She approaches Cadryn and speaks softly to him.

Everything alright, darlin'?

She speaks in the sweetest southern accent. Cadryn, even through the pain, can feel himself accidentally blush a bit.

Um, I'm otay I guess.

The force is still strong.

Then what the hell do you want?!

The beautiful young nurse was suddenly not the beautiful young nurse that Cadryn was enjoying the company of. An old, wrinkled, fat miserable bitch of one stood in front of him. Cadryn screams and presses the morphine button several times and alarms start going off around him. The miserable bitch grabs hold of Cadryn by the waist and good shoulder trying to pin him down!

Shit! We've got a live one in here!

Cadryn snaps out of a deep sleep again and jerks his shoulder. Enough to let out a little girlish, squeamish scream. He breathes heavy and lies his head back on the pillow. He's basically tied down to the bed. He can move freely, but not enough to hurt himself again. He looks at the remote in his hand and the two buttons and tosses it aside.

Fook me....

He whispers to himself and continues trying to catch his breath.

Cadryn!

He bounces up again only to be restrained again. He shrieks out again. A nurse walking by pokes her head in.

Everything alright?

She says softly.

I'm fine! I'm fine!

Cadryn shouts back to her. She gives a surprised look back but smiles and continues along her way. He looks around the room to identify where the mysterious voice is coming from.

CADRYN!!

Cadryn's eyes dart back and forth through the shadows.

Doc?!

He looks and looks.

Is that you?!

Quiet!

Cadryn's lips curl in, voluntarily sealing his mouth shut. Is the voice coming from within Cadryn's head?

I need you to do something for me.

Anything Doc!

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