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

It was 11pm in New York city, the moon and stars could barely be seen through the street lights of the city that never sleeps. Yet somehow, at least on Cindy’s road, it was beautiful. It was dazzling. I knew where I was going to take her though, and it was going to be a long night - not in that way. But I needed to tell her a few things. You see, when you’ve done the things that I have done, it’s easier to get these things out on the table early. If they accept it and move on then they must be right for you, but if they reject you immediately then at least you know. Maybe I was overthinking it though? We hadn’t even kissed yet after all. But it just felt right. Besides, she basically saved my life, the least I could do was be honest with her.

Sorry, I realise I am telling the story of my internal debate, but it was hard for me. I’m not going to explain every little detail of what I have been through, it’s well documented if you really want to know about it. But opening up to people, that was something I simply didn’t do. I’ve never been sure if it was because I was scared that I didn’t open up? Or I simply found it easier to move on from people when they eventually died or left me… Most of the people who have got involved in my life have ended up leaving eventually. Now wasn’t the time for self-pity though, I’ve been stood outside of Cindy’s place for a good five minutes debating what I was going to do. There’s no way she’s as nervous as I am right now.

Eventually I plucked up the courage to ring the doorbell, and when she opened it, I did well to keep my jaw in place. She was wearing a stunning red dress that complimented her glistening blonde hair and blue eyes. She shut the door behind her, grabbed my hand and we walked to my car like that.

We drove to the most romantic place I could think of. It was an isolated little square that no one else ever seemed to visit. Flowers surrounded a large fountain. We sat on a long black bench, but looked at each other as we spoke.

“You look beautiful by the way,” fucking hell, when did Steve Davids become an absolute cringe bag? But she smiled.

“You don’t scrub up too badly yourself.” Okay, we’re really attacking the clichés here.

“Thank you for the other night by the way. I’m still no closer to finding out who was behind it though. I still don’t truly know who gave me this XWF contract, OR who it was who tried to frame me for the murder of Mike Stump. All I do know is I keep getting attacked. I have this to show for it.” I showed her my back. That sick son of a bitch really went through burning my back. More on that story later though, this one is more crucial right now, because, well because I’m actually reasonably happy for a short moment okay? Give me a break.

She winced at the scar. It was a deep X impaled across the majority of my upper back. It’s one of those things that I thought might look cool, but in fact it just stings every now and then, makes my tee shirt stick to my back, and is really fucking gross... But I am paying for what I did as a child. For while I do not believe in God, I do believe that eventually you have to pay the price for the bad things in which we have done.

“Oh my gosh, are you okay? Who did this?” She looked full of fear, but i held her hand and told her not to worry just by looking at her.

“I’m fine. But there’s so much I should tell you, really.”

“Like what, Steve, it’s so early? We haven’t even kissed yet…”

I leant in and kissed her, she laughed, cheekily and kissed me again.

“I know, I know. But I feel like I can trust you, and well, I feel I should be honest with you from the start, because these things, these things follow me, they haunt me. And if things between us go any further, they’ll follow you too…”

“It’s fine Steve, honestly. I mean, I don’t know what to say. I’m not perfect either. I can’t say how I’ll react until you tell me, but what I can promise is that whatever you tell me, stays between us.”

I nodded and looked down for a moment but she put her finger on my chin and made me look up. She smiled, and I smiled, but there was a single tear somewhere deep within my eye. This was all a bit cheesy, but it was nice. It is rare that I am in a positive situation.

“Well, firstly, my mother died giving birth to me. My father blamed me for it, him and my eldest brother never truly forgave me. They tried to kill me, not long after the birth. They left me in the living room and set fire to the house before claiming off the insurance. It was all fraud, but we had the money and reputation to get away with it. I was alone, in the flames, when my uncle, Blaine, saved me. He’s dead now. Natural causes.”

She looked up and she tried to smile but a tear rolled down her cheek.

“But this is where things kinda get messy, a lot of my childhood is a blur, but I know I did some unspeakable uncontrollable things as my mind went into freefall. Right now? I can control myself, but not then, not then at all. As I got older I could control myself in parts, but life was tough, people feared me, and I don’t blame them for that. I brought it upon myself by being the way that I was. I just wish I was different. Anyway. Blaine got me into wrestling, I dominated the local wrestling scene in London, England before coming over here. I fell in love with a girl named Lacey, she cheated on me with my former best friend, James. They’re both dead now but not at my hands. That was my Father’s doing. James actually saved me. But that’s not important. The thing is my Father and eldest brother, they tried to murder me. And in retaliation I killed my Father, and my brother. I feel bad every day, and alone, but… but…”

“So you’ve killed?” Her sadness turned into horror…”Your own family!?”

“Yes, but…”

“Steve, this is a lot to take in…”

“I know, but….

“Just give me a minute.”

We sat apart for at least five minutes, in total silence. All that could be heard were the ominous winds of loneliness that shattered against my ice cold heart.

“Okay.” She looked at me and grabbed me by the hand.

“Okay?” I looked hopefully into her eyes.

“I can try to see past this, because, well it’s kinda sweet that you told me this early on, and I guess it was self-defence, but, we need to take things slow okay? Just give me a little bit of time to take this all in. And next time, some time soon, I’ll give you a run through of my imperfections, kay?”

She smiled and kissed me and I kissed back and the moment, for all its faults, was faultless. Perfect.

She had no idea what other things I had done.

You breath
You speak
You fight
You sleep

You drink
You eat
You fight
You treat

You smile
You cry
You fight
You wave goodbye

You fall
You scream
You fight
You dream

You build
You drive
You fight
You thrive

You smell
You hear
You fight
You cheer

You love
You lose
You fight
You choose

You win
You roar
You fight
You soar

The shot opens, and I am sat in the dark and empty abyss. My legs are crossed and I rock back and forward, reminiscent of my early days in the XWF, back when I had a fuck load of hair and a fuck load of beard. Things have changed though. For better, or for worse, things have changed. I spoke fiercely but with an eerie whimper.

“When you awake from the most solace of dreams, what is your first thought? Do you think as I do? Perhaps you had a dreamless sleep, but what is your first thought? When you stroll down the darkest alleyway with a single street lamp gleaming down on you, and an owl’s hoot echoes in the distance, what are you thinking?

A wood, a dark and dusky wood. The gusts of change howl in unison with the wolves and as you step and breath and think and smile, a single twig falls from the highest branch. Do you think as I do? When a patient comes to visit you, and you utter those famous words, “the doctor will see you now”, what is running through your mind like the Thames runs through London?

Is it destruction? Is it chaos? Is it blood? There is only one word that runs through mine endlessly and if you’ve been paying attention you already know what it is… Fight. Fight. Fight.

When I wake, I can’t wait to fight. When I sleep, I can’t wait to fight. When I walk, I can’t wait to fight.

You though, you’re a doctor, of sorts. Your job is to heal, it isn’t to fight. You mend the broken and the weak, prolong the life of those who should long be forgotten, at least, that’s what you’re supposed to do. Of course, you are no ordinary doctor, no. I have seen the things you’ve done, and I wonder what it must be like to betray the profession you adhered to? Maybe it is the same as when you or I walked away from the XWF, did it feel the same? Did it feel like something was missing? Is that how you feel? I do not ask these questions to undermine you, in fact that’s far from what I am trying to do, for a change. I’d like to understand you. Undoubtedly you are a king, but you’re a king of a different sort, one with so many complexities, I am not sure you ever truly suited a crown.

No. Demons do not wear crowns. Kings are usually cowards who fear the demons within their minds. That’s all you really are isn’t it Doc? A demon in the mind of the kings. It intrigues me, it truly does.

My hunt for a partner continues, and when I find the right man for the job I will take the championships which YOU won before you handed them to the Kings. Ah, Kings. Speaking of Kings, have you heard from Gabe Reno? His reign is over, just as Theo's was. I may not be the champion but I am the reason that Reno no longer holds the belt. This much, you know. As for this week, Doctor, just keep asking if you like to fight as much as I do, because, if you don’t, well then… perhaps you should stick to the surgery.

Before I go, please answer me this… If you would rather inflict pain than heal… can you really call yourself Doctor?”

I placed my palms on my face and ran my fingers through where my beard and hair used to be. I could not wait… to fight.

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