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Sebastian Duke · **02-24-2015, 07:41 PM**

Sunday, February 22, 2015 | 12:05 PM Local Time | Chancellery Building | Berlin, Germany

It's only been about twelve hours since the Illuminatus began their occupation of Germany. The Illuminatus military, joining forces with the German military patrol the streets of every city in the nation. By and large, the German public have been quite docile. Most do nothing more than give a hesitant wave as patrol cars and tanks roll by them. By now, the news is all over the country, Hermann von Hildenburg is dead and an occupying force has landed and bow controls the nation.

Just teenagers during the events of World War Two, many of the nations elderly consider their past. The sacred German promise of “never again” passes through their mind and forces them to wonder if maybe, just maybe, Germany's past chickens have come home to roost. They wonder if the evil atrocities perpetrated by Germany have come full circle, and they are now the ones to be persecuted and eradicated.

The German public heard over the radio that their occupying Governor will address the nation sometime between noon and one in the afternoon. So far, they've only heard his voice. His broadcast, as stated in the looping radio address, will be available on all major television networks throughout Germany. The elderly citizens all fear what is to come while the younger citizens all eagerly anticipate the address. Their curiosity far outweighs their fears.

Finally, the television interruption everyone has been waiting for. ”People of Germany, we interrupt your regularly scheduled programming to bring you the live address from our Occupying Governor, only known as Asmodeus.”

On tens of millions of television screens all over Germany and much of Europe, a bald man sporting a goatee, looking to be near sixty years of age stands upon a platform in front of a podium. He wears a long, heavy looking coat, necessary to brave the chilly, below freezing temperatures. The man walks with the aid of a cane as he approaches the podium.

The platform is staged in front of the Brandenburg Gate. On either side of the podium is a flag. On the Governor's left is a flag unknown to the German people. We know it as the flag of the Illuminatus. On his right, hangs the German flag.

”Good afternoon, Germany,” says the Governor in native tongue. ”I come to you today to ask your forgiveness. I come to speak directly to each and every citizen. Contrary to what you may think when you see tanks and other obvious military equipment rolling around on your streets, I come to you today, in peace.

“I encourage every citizen, young and old, to ignore the military presence on your streets, as hard as it may be at this moment in time, and go about your lives. Return to your loved ones, return to your jobs. Return to business as usual.

“While it's true that the Illuminatus has invaded your land, I hope that you will see us not as invaders or as occupiers, but as friends. I assure each and every one of you that has tuned in to listen to me, that we do indeed, come in peace.

“We are not here to rape your lands and force your children into labor. We are not here to steal from you or to persecute you. We are not here to change your way of life.

“For the last seventy years, the German people have done a great deal to repair the damage done by a maniacal dictator. The German people have become a kinder, gentler population. An ally to the world. We do not wish to ever change that.

“It is regretful that in our mission, a man lost his life. We wish to mourn his passing, just like you. Where I come from, when a leader dies, we lower our flags to half staph. We hold state funerals for the deceased and the nation mourns as one. I will not deprive neither him nor you of that dignity. It is my order, that all flags on government building all throughout the Fatherland be lowered for a period of no less than seven days. Work has already begun on the arrangements necessary to hold a state funeral. My office will issue a statement by the end of the day today to announce when that funeral shall take place.

“One thing I've seen quite clear in the short time that I've been here is the amount of unemployed, able-bodied adults. I'd expect that to change nearly immediately. I've dispatched community organizers in ever city, every town and municipality in the nation. Those of you able to work and that would like to earn a decent living wage may approach these organizers, and take on work for the Provisional German Government.

“I know many of you are weary. I know many of you worry about what is to come. I can say that for the time being, your government and your military now belong to me. Though, I promise you, this is only temporary. When the time comes, your military and your government will be returned to you, and we shall move on to our next destination.

“In closing, to whom it may concern,” the television camera zooms in on Asmodeus. ”You know who you are. You still think we were bluffing?”

Many bystanders applaud their new temporary leader as he makes his way off stage.

One Hour Later

Sebastian Duke, along with his son Thaddeus, sit in an office adjacent to that of the Chancellor's, flipping channels and mostly just killing time.

”I'm so fucking bored!” exclaims Thaddeus as he loosens the collar on his royal wear.

”It's like that sometimes, kid. A lot of hurry up and wait. Oh, and watch you're fucking mouth.”

”I could have told a better speech,” Thaddeus states, reminding his father that he wanted to lead Germany.

”And last year I was wiping your ass, so I win.”

”Damn!”

As the King surfs through the channels, a headline catches his eye, causing him to turn back to the station.

BBC, he notices. The headline on the bottom of the screen reads: “Pope Francis Reacts to Coup in Germany”

He increases the volume in the middle of a female journalists report.

...coup in Germany late last night. A highly militarized group that calls themselves the Illuminatus has seized control of the once beleaguered nation. The leader of the coup, only known as Asmodeus, delivered a speech to the German citizens just about an hour ago.

“In the speech, Asmodeus stated their stay was only temporary and in time, the nation would be returned to whom it rightfully belongs.

“In a rare statement from the Vatican, Pope Francis called upon, quote, 'all nations of the world to condemn this act of terror and to stamp out such acts of aggression. We pray for peace, even when it seems peace is not possible. This Illuminatus Regime is dangerous and if not stopped, could lead not only to a third world war, but also atrocities far worse than the NAZI regime of the 30's and 40's,' end quote.

“It suffices to say that...”

The King of the Illuminatus powers down the television and crosses his feet on the desk in front of him.

”I could kill him, you know,” Thaddeus says with a look of extreme sincerity.

”Is that a fact?” asks the King of his son.

”Indeed.”

”You might just get your chance.”

Fernando, referring to Frodo Smackins as a man makes me completely question your judgment and your manhood. I've seen your promo and its quite obvious that you are young, cocky, arrogant and most importantly, way the fuck out of your league.

Is there a reason you ask so many questions? Allow me to you some things boy. I'll answer some of these well thought out questions. Can you call me Duke? Yes. You can also call me the King of your world. We haven't had a lot to say about each other, have we? I don't know kiddo, you tell me. I've not mentioned you, except in passing, you've only spoke of me now, so I guess that's a pretty stupid question.

Do I think I can put you to the test? Push you to the limit? Why would you need to go above and beyond if you face me? Yes. Simple answer. I've faced the best of the best and there is no mistaking the fact that I will test you like you've never been tested. I will push you like you've never been pushed. Everyone I face needs to go above and beyond against me. That's not some cool phrase I spout off to build myself up. I don't need built. What I've done in this industry pretty much speaks for itself.

This kid gets a few wins under his belt and all of a sudden he thinks he's the greatest thing to ever hit the ring. I have news for you, you're like the Justin Bieber of the XWF. Young and famous with a famous manager, yet the success you have has gone to your head. You've done nothing to back up your claims of greatness yet you still think your shit just doesn't stink. You think you can say or do anything without some veteran walking by and slapping the taste and the arrogance out of your simple minded immature little pea sized brain.

Austin, I beg you to only bring fifty percent of what you got in the tank. Why? So I can beat you down like the spoiled little bitch that you are. So I can crush you and humiliate you before you even realize what's happening. If you come at the King of Darkness with anything less than your best, I promise you son, you will hurt. You will lose.

By the way, we call you a child, and/or a kid and a rookie because you act like a child and you are a rookie. Grown men know very well that if you take on tough opponents, you damn well better be ready for it. You, are not ready. You are still greener than goose shit. You still have a lot to learn.

You point to an example of why we shouldn't call you a kid or a rookie or whatever else we call you, by pointing out the fact that you beat Heartsford. Correct me if I'm wrong, but doesn't he pretty much fail miserably at everything? If you beating him is the best example you have to not refer to you as the rookie bitch boy that you are, then it is you that is a failure. Oh yeah, and Frodo.

It all adds up to nothing.

Fernando, I could not care any less than I do now if I offended you or not by misspeaking your name. Some Goat already tried talking about that. Try something else, kid.

Failure is not something I do often, and never to a loud mouth rookie that I look so forward to shutting up. I will shut you up Austin. I promise.

If one day we meet in a regular one on one affair, I hope that you'll be better then, than you are now. Because if you're not any better, then there's no reason for me to beat you again.

Austin is just insane...

Wait...

I see what I did there.

Justin Sane, the one man in this tournament that I think truly is the future of this business.

Look, I like you. You got a great look. You're big, strong, tough as hell in the ring, please though, spare me the 'I'm not afraid of the dark' shit.

It's always fun and games until Darkness rises.

That's when it gets real. That's when Sebastian Duke, live and in the flesh stands face to face with Justin Sane. That's when that confidence slowly turns against you. It betrays you, and starts becoming fear. That's when the coolness and the cockiness turns deathly cold. That's when the Darkness consumes you.

I'll be in the finals Sane. You need not worry about that. See, what I love about this place is that just because I've been around here for awhile and just because I take vacations, everyone seems to think I just don't have it anymore. The truth is, I still got it. I'm still every bit as tough as I ever was. The fact of the matter is, Sane, I am back and I am better than ever. That's great news for me. Not so good news for you. Even worse news for Austin “Kid Rookie” Fernando.

Until you win something, you're not a benchmark. You're a champion. Of course, you didn't win it, you bought it. I have nothing against that per say, but being a champion is something that's inside you. It can't be bought.

The respect I show Doc makes you jealous. Jealous because until now, I haven't shown you the slightest bit of respect. You might be the future of this business, Justin, but Doc has damn near won it all in a real short amount of time. He gets my respect because he earned it by being freakishly good at what he does. It's impressive, and I'm not impressed easily. Doc has the heart of a true champion. He fights for, and takes what he wants, just like I always have.

Try it some time.

This goes to both of you, Sane and Fernando. You'll get my respect and adulation, when you damn well earn it. Tomorrow night, you will find out exactly what legends are made of.

Has anyone seen Hysteria?

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