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Luke Gunnar · **12-04-2014, 10:22 PM**

Royalty? ... You're talking out of your ass again buddy buddy D'Ville..

I'm gonna treat you right now sicko. I'm gonna tell you all about me. I want you to know why I'm here, why I am on a hunt for you.. You've seen my little hell-town Lowell, I'm sure you're familiar with it at this point. Grew up in this town my entire life. I wasn't always this asshole that's been a blatant pain in your side for weeks, months. I had royalty, Doc. Age 14, I was a smart little kid, streetwise, and book wise. I was bound to go to a great college and live a successful life with a great job and house and a white picket fence and a beautiful wife. My teachers loved me. The scum around Lowell and the kids I went to school with? Not so much. Beatings in an alley way walking down the street were routine.I didn't have any friends like those thugs though to help me...

I rephrase that, there was one.

His name was Brad, he was my father. He was also my role model. See he and I both had no idea where my mom ran off to so it was just me and him. And let me tell you, he was the hardest working, toughest son of a gun I knew. When someone tried to mess with him, or take something away from him, he didn't take it lightly.He would fight tooth and fucking nail to get what he had to. He worked to gain what he needed, everything he and I had, he fought for. No help, from anyone, he was loner, an outlaw, but he got by. That was my royalty Doc.

...The next year he lost a fight for the first time in his entire 48 year life.. liver cancer.. see as much as I loved him, as much as I looked up to him, he had another friend other than me and that was the bottle, when my mom wasn't there when he woke up, a shot was. When he needed a woman's touch to help him sleep at night, the bottle sang him to sleep. All the way to his grave.. And when I lost him I lost everything, my grades fell, I switched schools, I had to stay in a shelter home for the next 4 years of my life before I could work. As the schoolyard dogs got bigger, the fights got more severe. I lost everything, I had everything.. taken away from me.

So what did I start to do? The only thing I was taught to do when something was taken. Fight, fight, fight, work my ass to the bone to get it back. The bullying stopped, because I put it to an end with my fists. The schooling was a trade school so I could learn to work harder and harder to get back to my 'kingdom' Call me a rodent but fuck, even a rat has to work hard all day and all night to find food, all day and night to survive.

Here I am now, I've worked my way up to having a place to sleep at night, a job to maintain that home. And I know you don't forget Doc, you know what happened months ago. I had bodies piled up upon bodies in stacks, during that first match. The victory was mine... and you took it away from me. I don't know if you caught on yet D'Ville but I don't like when people take things away from me, it's instinctive. And those instincts are telling me to fight back. I don't care what jobbers I have to go through to get to you. I will make it happen. You want to call yourself royalty? Good. But I know that sick headed doctor is still inside you.

You want to know how I'm 'feeling' Doc? I'll show you. That royalty you have? That crown, that title.. I want to show you what it feels like to have everything you have holding you up, taken away. Your status as king, I want to make you feel like you rule a throne of feces. And that title that you hold... I want to see how you feel, when it's taken away from you. I don't care when I don't care how. I want to take you down face to face, and get back my dignity that you tried to take away bit by bit.. and then I want to take something of yours, and see how mad it drives you.. Take a step into my shoes Doc. You won't like what you see and you'll realize, you can't cure me, I'm unfixable and will break everything in my path.

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