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Steve "KingSlayer" Davids · (02-01-2014)

The room is blacker than the night's sky and the stench of death lingers around the eerie corridor. A body is perched against the wall, he is placed in a body bag and Davids evidently does not want the identity to become clear. Stewart, his new manager, smiles behind Steve encouraging his wickedness. The old fierce man strolls out of the camera shot and takes a seat on the sofa, he takes a sip of a glass of whisky on the rocks that he had previously made as he watches on. As Davids talks he begins to rip pieces of his hair and beard out, pushing it behind him so his face can remain clear. He loosens his tie for a moment, and a light flickers. All that the shot can now see is the Psycho Sensation, who is now sat at the bottom of some mysterious stairs, holding his Xtreme Championship tightly to him and looking at it as if it was his own son. He speaks with sadness but ferociousness.

“You know, every day people ask me: why are you filled with so much hate? Why can you not forgive? Where is your compassion? Where is your love?”

Steve caresses the golden belt smiling like an evil Bond villain.

“You want to hear about my love? My love is with the company I fight in, the rebellion I fought for and the championship that I defend each and every week. Why am I filled with hate? Oh you have me all wrong, I am a man who meant so well but did so wrong. You see I was never like other children, I was humiliated and embarrassed from the offset, is it my fault that I forced the boy's face into the water after he tripped me over? Is it my fault that I nearly damn killed a boy at the age of eight. My Father brandished me a murderer from the word go and it seemed like that would forever be my destiny. To be nothing more than a petty murderer who would kill and destroy anything that embarrassed him. Then my uncle put me into a wrestling ring and I could hurt people for a living. That's what this place is to me, it is my life. It is my way out. It is my paradise.”

He laughs for a moment, but then gets very serious once more.

“I laugh, but it's actually not funny at all. People continue to bicker, they continue to pick sides, as I have and as I shall. When you think about it though? Does it really make a difference to this world who leads this company into the flames? Of course it does. All men want what they believe that they deserve. We aren't fighting for what's right or what we really believe in. We're fighting for what's best for us, personally. Sebastian Duke calls for me to fight by his side and as a friend, a brother I come running before you know it. A brother. You see, my brothers are... were very different to I. They looked up to my Father and they begged for his appreciation, but why? The man was sick and twisted from the moment I was born. I ripped my mother apart when I came out of her but how on Earth is that my fault? I knew nothing, I did nothing other than come onto this planet and my Father wanted nothing more than to be rid of me. Yet, how wrong he was. The man who I fought for years is finally going to be six feet under thanks to my new friend, Stewart.”

Steve looks behind him at the body bag, and gently chuckles.

“That would have been me in that body bag, but for... justice.”

Stewart strolls into the shot for a moment and stares down the camera. His old age certainly did not effect his fearsome mannerisms. He spoke four words briskly before exiting the shot.

“Justice to Steve Davids.”

Steve nodded in approval.

“You see, I've been wronged multiple times throughout my life. The kid who was laughed at, the kid who was bullied. The teenage boy who was forced into a mental asylum. If you'd been through what I've been through do you think you would be stable? I'm strong enough to still be on this planet but every single one of you would have fallen by now, because all men must fall. Some of us stay standing longer and stronger. I am a lucky man, I have had few friends in my life but there are men like Stewart here who are worth my time. Mark, Lacey, I know you're out there, you won't receive the same punishment as my Father and my brothers did but you will receive the rightful justice that you so clearly deserve. I'm not a man of faith, but I am a man who believes that what goes around comes right back around. Justice to Steve Davids.”

Stewart walks back into the shot and sits next to Steve he begins to passionately discuss Shove It.

“This past Sunday at Super Shove It, It was finally made clear that the XWF will forever be broken. This mayhem will never truly end because people never give in fighting for their selfish ways. Did you see anyone sacrifice themselves for Shane

or The Administrator. Never. This world is dark and it is the people who you believe will help you most that you support. Unless, you no need help to glory. Your time is past such as mine. Now it is about helping the men who deserve it, the honourable men who stick to their word.”

Steve looks at him for a moment and nods. Stewart leaves the room once more. The room darkens and it is as if all happiness has been sucked from the room. Steve's voice becomes more high pitched, more intense, and more devilish.

“These games are just beginning and at the end all men shall fall, because all men must fall. That much has always been true. The games have just begun I'm sure. Eli James cannot wait to play this game of chess and I wonder what this means for all of us. For those, who are not him but are not against him either? He has made it clear, he has no compassion for those who lose. Maybe this is a land of opportunity for those who appreciate the opportunity that arises when chaos calls. That's where will be you know, complete and utter chaos. And you know something, it sounds cruel. In a cruel world only the strong survive.”

He holds the Xtreme Championship and cradles it, falling down the two stairs and laughing psychotically. He was evidently satisfied with those twisted words.

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