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The damp and humid air made me believe we are in the boiler room, almost completely dark behind the bars of my cage as I look out at the camera crew filming like I am some animal at the Zoo! Feeling the rage starting to take over, I quickly turn around and perch down like Golem from “Lord of the Rings” when he is scared or sad. My teeth start to grit under my mask, uh oh, no stopping this shit storm, I suddenly leap from my perch position to the bars. My feet spread out and off the ground pressed to the bars, while my gloved hands grasp two separate bars. Hanging from my cell like a spider monkey in the zoo, I begin screaming and grunting like some barbarian of ancient Germany defending his homeland against the Romans.

Inside my mind, I am laughing as the camera crew jumps back in a startled manner, while physically I am still hanging and howling, Father Slathe not within eyesight. My masked head begins banging on the bars, Bang; stopping for a second I lock eyes with the sound guy, he chuckles a little. Bang! I smash my head again against the cell, only to stop and lock eyes with the sound guy once again. This time he doesn’t even smile, just stares in a daze, slowly my head tilts to the right without my body or neck moving slightly. My mouth opens under my mask and I let out a mimicking chuckle of the sound guy, Bang, my head smashes against the cell again.

Blood now drips down my face and out from under my mask and onto the floor, like a water droplet splashing on the sidewalk, licking the blood trail near my lip my face lights up with a grin ear to ear. My head snaps back toward the direction of the sound guy, he makes eye contact with the eye area on my mask and I slowly begin to turn my head to the left and to the right while whispering.

Mr. Tidbits: “Easy child and let the Truth consume you, allow the righteousness to flow through your blood, feel what is right in your heart... Do you feel the Lord of Truth filling your soul with the Darkest of Holiness?”

Sound Guy: “Yes my friend, I feel the Truth surging through my spirit... I now know what I should do!”

My special ability worked, the sound guy smashes the rest of the camera crew with the boom stick, knocking them to the floor and free of their equipment. Leaping down off the cage I step about two feet in front of the cell door, the sound guy then charges toward the cage keys hanging on a hook next to a throne-like chair. The camera is still filming just on its side and without a person aiming it, catching almost everything from the nipples down. Waiting impatiently, I watch the soundman grasp the keys, clank, clank; clank is the sound of violent freedom! Just as the soundman turns and takes two steps toward my cell, Father Slathe appears from nowhere and sends an overload of electricity through the soundman’s body with his cattle prod walking stick.

My head just falls in complete disappointment staring at the ground for a brief second before my eyes close, no I guess I wouldn’t be feeling free on a violent rampage today. No, now I am most likely going to get electric therapy and maybe some lashes from one of Father Slathe’s followers. Slowly I raise my head to see Father Slathe just smiling as he takes slow steps towards my cage, behind him the rest of the camera crew is collecting their equipment and setting up to continue shooting the Promo they had come to shoot for Father Slathe, well really for an upcoming match I would take part in.

Father Slathe makes it to about six inches from the door to my cell; he slowly taps his walking stick on the cobblestone floor and shakes his head. The irritation and disappointment spewed from his body like the chicken grease smell off a five hundred plus pound man basking in the 100-degree sun of Texas. Suddenly to my surprise Father Slathe starts to chuckle satanically, which kind of frightens me, I step a couple paces backward and take a knee with my head lowered. Father Slathe slams his walking stick harder than the repeated tapping he had been doing and then speaks in a soft, calm, and comforting tone.

Father Slathe: “It is fine my son, I understand, the Truth is surging through your soul, our Lord has chosen you to spread the Truth through violence, it is your nature. You were just acting like a son of mine should so don’t be afraid, no more time for that. It is now time to prepare for combat, if our foes will not bow and proclaim the Truth as their one and only belief and Lord, then you shall eradicate them from existence! You will for sure have one soul to take come Savage for Bobby Blackcoat has already spit in the face of Truth and will not receive any mercy from you! The other two men, Michael McBride and David Stone well they may be shown mercy, that is undecided. So what I am saying is be patient my son, the time is amongst us.”

Slowly I rise to my feet and nod my head agreeing with Father Slathe, I step forward and pound my chest twice before stepping back and standing at perfect attention. My body straight up and down from the bottom of my feet up through my legs, spine, neck, and to the top of my head. My thumbs are aligned with my trouser seems and my fingers tucked tight into my palms, Father Slathe smiles slightly and nods in approval. Turning slowly back toward the camera crew who is all properly set back up minus one sound guy who is still stunned on the floor in a puddle of his own urine. Father Slathe slowly increases his speed until he is about six feet in front of my cage when he stops in his tracks.

Father Slathe: “Sorry XWF employees for what you just endured, my pet kind of has a way with manipulating weak-minded people with aroma, illusions, sound, and of course mind games. Just tricks he learned through vigorous training and studies through our master the Lord of Truth, no out Lord did not personally teach and train Mr. Tidbits, that was my duty, but our Lord did show me the path on which Mr. Tidbits should walk. So to the best of my ability I have molded him into the perfect warrior and have been guiding him since, so please don’t worry your friend will be fine as soon as he comes to from the little shock I had to give him. Just drag him to a bar or something and tell him he passed out from drinking too much, it will be funny!

Any who, why you all are really here, well simply because I asked the suits to send a crew for a little promo, you know to get those fans in those seats for Warfare! You know the show that has probably one of the most grueling tournaments in sports history going on right now. Well, Mr. Tidbits has a match on that show, a best two out of three falls triple threat match against a Mr. Nixon, Thomas and a fellah named Killjoy who we have yet to hear from! I know this is our first time cutting a promo for Warfare ourselves, but we’ve been busy preparing and cutting promotions for Savage. Glad everyone could keep their panties in a bunch, I know most of you pencil dicked nerds watching from your computers at home watch Savage and Warfare!

Just joshing ya! Not really you bunch of pussy farts. So Mr. Nixon, sorry I have been rude and haven’t properly introduced myself and my pet Mr. Tidbits, see we have been busy it seems that the XWF has a bunch of clowns on its roster and well we can only get to one or three or so at a time, so far there is only the two of us and well I don’t get my hands dirty too often. Well of course unless it involves sex with a nice young, smoking hot, tight ass, pretty little thing in the mud. Oh, sorry don’t want to get my mind thinking about that. Any who, so since you seem to not really find my pet, Mr. Tidbits of any concern of yours and you seem to have Mr. McBride on your mind, how about I let you in on a little Truth!?

See before Mr. Tidbits meets you in the squared circle, he actually is in a ladders match with your little obsession, so what I am saying is don’t worry about Mr. McBride, because if he gets in Mr. Tidbits way! Well, let’s just say he may end up in itty-bitty pieces. So Mr. Nixon please keep focus; on the near future and not whatever fantasies you have about Mr. McBride, because that is only going to cause you to be more disappointed when there may not even be any left for you. Plus if you continue on the path of believing your anger and promise to prove to Mr. McBride that when he beat you was a fluke will aid you in a win over Mr. Tidbits, maybe Doc Deville should check you out because you son are ill.

No worries possibly your mind is just poisoned by lies, which if that were the case, my son Mr. Tidbits and myself could free you of the lies, you, your Lizard friend, or whomever else that would like to be freed. Then Mr. Tidbits wouldn’t have to beat on your body so badly come Warfare, see we in the Truth believe in brotherhood, as long as you are willing to give yourself to the Truth. It is your choice, we do not force anyone against their will, but we won’t allow those who stand against or in our way to stand for very long. So please listen to my words, soak them into your ear; let them into your soul.

Your decision Thomas Nixon should be simple, chose to lose the sin and become a part of The Truth and find yourself climbing the ladder to the top. We could see to it that you get revenge on Mr. McBride; I could keep Mr. Tidbits from completely desecrating him. Sounds like a sweet deal to me. Will you dare to gamble with The Truth Thomas? I can tell you this, if you decline our offer and try to meet us at Warfare with force, it will leave us no choice but to remove all gloves. Our enemies will not see mercy ever, but if you are to join our cause, well then Mr. Tidbits could even possibly throw the match for you, he has no desire for win or loss, just to make me happy.

We can’t wait to hear back from you Mr. Nixon; it should really make for a hell of a Warfare either way will be suiting for myself. Either it marks the start of a new alliance or it will be filled with violence! Who the hell am I kidding, either way, it will be filled with violence and blood, it is your choice if it is your blood or not!?

Oh, Killjoy please don't be offended, I have not forgotten about you, even though I don't know much about you besides you seem to love pranks and have a fun loving attitude. Well, of course, you seem to be a man in the shadow's when he is aware of what truths lie ahead for himself on Warfare, it is okay my child if you already know what is to happen. Maybe it is frightening to you, but let me tell you it doesn't have to be that way. You don't need to be afraid of the outcome, it could be a very good one for yourself if you just give in and join The Truth, same offer to yourself as I gave Mr. Nixon. Maybe Mr. McBride is the bargaining chip you would like, but just name your price, I am sure we could work it out. I can promise you together we can all achieve and gain what we all want, it is your choice Killjoy.

You can stay hidden like a coward, you could step out in the spotlight and join The Truth, or you can step out of hiding and have The Truth shoved down your throat! Like I said to Mr. Nixon, it really doesn't matter to me, because there will be plenty of recruiting time when it is permitted. I just figured I should offer a little out for the opponents of Mr. Tidbits who have not said horrific lies about us or have stood in the way of our cause. Who knows maybe the matches were booked for more than paths to just cross and destruction be made, maybe life from a fire built where the two paths crossed is to blaze strong. Sometimes the Lord of Truth leaves things unknown for us to discover on our own, so hopefully soon we will come to the discovery as to why our paths will soon cross!

Until next time XWF Universe have a few beers for me and please if we have one single fan out there who can make a video of himself snorting a line of coke off a strippers asshole, please send that shit to our fan mail address, 666 Slathe Lane, Hell, Michigan 48169, thanks, so long Dicksticks!”

As the camera crew shut down shop and head away from Father Slathe and Mr. Tidbits with their unconscious sound guy and all their equipment, their shadows soon disappear, Father Slathe makes his way back toward my cell with a sickening smile on his face, this pleases me very much. Knowing that he has something very dark on his mind and wants to share it with me.

Father Slathe: "Oh my child how I have starved you for your thirst of violence, I know you are having a hard time holding out, well during that promo, I just had the grandest idea and you are going to love it, just sit tight and I am going to find something out. Then you my pet will get to have some play time!"

Father Slathe then starts toward the same direction the camera crew exited the scene, while I stand in my cell alone with a psychotic smile etched from ear to ear.

Fade Out.

To be continued...