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Steve "KingSlayer" Davids · (04-20-2017)

Here’s your winner: Chris Chaos!

I hobbled to the back. Anger rushing through my mind. Anyone can win that way… Anyone. That didn’t make the rough pill of defeat any easier to swallow though, I was furious. XWF officials scurried out of the way as I made my way down the hall ways, begging to speak to Vinnie Lane. He was nowhere to be seen though. I grabbed the next XWF official that didn’t move out of the way in time by the collar and swung him up against a solid wall.

“You, you there! You let any of management know, Lane, Kato, any of them, you let them know that I want the biggest dog they’ve got next week, because Steve Davids doesn’t get turned over like that, not in that way. And I want a match where I won’t be screwed, no special guest referees, no one at ringside, give me a steel cage match, fuck it, give me hell in a cell, I don’t give a shit, but you tell those suits upstairs that shit doesn’t fly like that anymore, not now that I’m back. Do you understand me?”

The suited man in his mid-forties looked like he might have pissed and/or shat himself, but he was too shell shocked to answer.

“I SAID DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!”

The guy simply nodded, so I let go of him. He fell to his knees before running down the corridor. This side of me hadn’t come out in so long. Was I letting go too easily again? Could I afford to be this angry? The XWF brought out my best and worst traits, but fucking hell, I felt alive again.

I turned, looking at anyone who would listen, as I tried to explain what happened.

“Last week, last week, I was framed for murder. This week, I am put in a match with Chris Chaos, and for some god damn reason his dumb bitch of a girlfriend is assigned as the special guest referee. I want to know who booked that god damn match. I had him BEAT. Not once, not twice, three times. Anyone can see that. So tell me now, why am I stood here with a loss under my belt while that cheating lump of arrogance gets to glide about like he’s the greatest thing ever created? Why is that?”

The wrestlers and officials in the back simply stared at me, in fear and confusion, but I was really struggling to let this lie. How could I let that punk ruin my homecoming like that? Well enough of the excuses, yes I should have won, but I should have made certain of it when I had the chance.

The official I sent off to speak to management earlier came scurrying back, sweaty and nervous like a lamb on its way to slaughter.

“Mr KingSlayer, Davids, sir. You have a match next week.”

“Yeah, and who might that be against?”

Suddenly the sweaty man’s face becomes calm and collected. He was an insider. His grin told the whole story.

“You asked for the best Mr. Davids, well you’ve got the best. You’re going one on one with THE UNIVERSIAL CHAMPION, RADICAL GABE RENO… Be careful what you wish for, Steve, it’ll be in a tables match.”

How has that fat cunt just done me like that? He scurried off laughing, and it really pissed me off. I stared down the corridor, he turned and looked back, walking quicker when he realised I was still locked in on him.

This was it. This was the match I demanded, and it’s the match that I received. It was the perfect opportunity to put my name at the forefront of a title challenge, after a disappointing result against Chris Chaos, albeit one surrounded in controversy… I headed to my changing room, and I had a missed call from Cindy. We hadn’t spoke since she helped me out the other night besides a few casual texts. I wondered what she wanted but I decided the call could wait until tomorrow.

“I told you that you would lose,” the familiar voice echoed around my brain. I looked up to see what I thought was Blaine, but again, it couldn’t be, because Blaine died a long time ago.

“You saw how I lost out there, it hardly counts does it Blaine?”

“You did yourself proud, but in a month, what will the history books say? Will they say that Steve Davids put up a valiant fight? No. They will say, HERE IS YOUR WINNER: CHRIS CHAOS. He is the FUTURE, you’re the PAST. And now you’ve decided to challenge the PRESENT Universal Champion, Gabe Reno. Is that wise Steve? Maybe you should spend some time battling with the mid-cards who you might actually stand a decent chance against…”

“Are you fucked? I had Chris beat. Easily. The last time I hit TWO Game Overs on one person I nearly god damn murdered them. Chris showed resilience, and he is the future of this company, but there’s room for more than just Chris Chaos. I AM THE PAST, PRESENT AND FUTURE. Yes I am a former Universal Champion, but I am so much more. I can give so much more. And if you think that this loss is the end of the road for me then perhaps you should get the fuck out of my head just like you got out of my life…Because I have got so much more!”

“Ha. If you want me out of your head then stop thinking about me Steve. You see, you’re alone, so you’ve replaced loneliness with the one person who always accepted you for what you are, and always protected you no matter what. Sure you’ve had other friends, but none were with you for as long as I was. That loneliness is eating your insides, and that’s the real reason you lost your concentration against Chris Chaos. He had his eyes on the prize, and that’s why he’s in front of you in the pecking order for the championship.”

“I just got back, give me a break. I’ll be at the top again when I defeat Gabe Reno. That’s a fact. Maybe I am lonely, but I can’t hop on Tinder and find someone, besides it’s not important. I have the whole XWF universe cheering me on, I have a locker room full of talented wrestlers to talk to. Really, I am the least lonely person in the world.”

“Then perhaps you don’t need me anymore.”

“Maybe.”

The man made of mist and memories looked into my eyes, a single tear trickled down the side of his cheek, but it rolled into a smile as he began to fade into nothingness. However, he looked down at my phone that began to ring.

I shook my head, waking up from whatever sick day dream that was. Cindy was calling me, but I am not sure if I’m ready for this.

I took a deep breath and answered the phone.

“Hello.”

“Steve.”

“Cindy?”

“Yeah,” I felt her smile on the other side of the phone, I know that’s physically impossible, but she was definitely smiling.

“How are you?”

“I’m good, I just…”

“Yeah me too…”

“Yeah…”

“You wanna go out some time?”

“Yeah, I’d like that… When is good?”

“I’ll be over tomorrow morning, if you’re not busy?”

“Sounds good to me, hehe. By the way, I saw Savage and well, it was a travesty, how the hell could they let him get away with that? It was robbery!” Her sweet giggle seemed to send a feeling down my spine I hadn’t felt since Lacey died. I’m not sure I liked it.

“We’ll talk about it tomorrow, I’ve gotta dash.”

“Come out, come out, wherever you are.” My silhouette was the only thing visible on the camera, a single beam of light shone upon me.

I turn and move closer to the camera, my details become clearer, my sleek red jacket glistens along with my gleaming devilish grin.

“You seem like a very arrogant man Mr Reno, and I have a transcript of your latest promo, if you can call this glowing piece of nonsense a transcript that is. Tell me, did you transcribe it yourself or is this the work of an epileptic 12-year-old who has had a fit while using paint for the first time? You’re so assured, you’re so confident, and you need that if you want to walk around this place and call yourself the Universal Champion, but there’s one too many problems here for me, and this transcription kind of sums it up. You think you’re a big man because you can make your words glow? Well no one gives a fuck. It just goes to show that you’re 99% style, and 1% substance. When you look at me, what you see is what you get, and if you’re naive enough to underestimate me then perhaps you haven’t been paying attention.”

“I get it. You must fancy your chances this week, because you beat Chris, and Chris just beat me. Well, my ring rust has gone now, mate. You see… now… I may not have slain the former king last week, but what better way to make amends than by slaying the current king this week? Chris Chaos got lucky, I don’t need to explain to you what happened, you saw Savage… And well, I talked myself into this match with you, but it’s not a punishment, it’s a reward. You see when I defeat you this week, I immediately jump to the front of the line. Anyone in that locker room can try to tell me other wise but that’s what will happen, and that’s a fact. Thadeus Duke, Chris Chaos, even Caedus, they can all watch as I launch you through a table this week, and then when I am granted the opportunity I will have earned, they can all watch as I take YOUR championship which all of them believe they deserve to hold. Well let me make something clear, none of you deserve anything. You get what you take, and trust me, I will take the championship that I was screwed out of by Theo Pryce over two years ago. I am still the best thing in this industry today, and you will see that, you will have to comprehend that when I throw you around the ring like a rag doll… Last week, was a one off. This week, the real king will be slain.”

“You may have got the better of Chris, but so did I. And the difference is, you haven’t got a wench to hide behind. You can’t hide behind some glamorous codes that make your words light up when we get in that ring. Why? You might ask, why would Steve Davids go out of his way to get a copy of my transcript? Well you see Gabe, it gives me a chance to see the finer details of a person’s character. I can see that really, you aren’t anything that special. You’re dog shit, wrapped in cat shit, with a fuck load of glitter sprinkled on top. The fact of the matter is, it doesn’t matter how you dress it up, you’re still just a pile of irrelevant, non-consequential, animal feces. I’ll get into the finer details of your recent promo shortly Gabe, but I’m running out of time now. I just want you to know that, behind your tricks, kicks, and fancy flicks, lies nothing other than a shell of a man who cannot for the life of him work out how he has ended up fortunate enough to hold the Universal Championship. I thought Scully dragged it through the dirt, but now the title’s held by a pile of shit, and that, while it may be funny, is actually quite sad.”

I turn my back to the camera as the shot fades.

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