OOC: See Previous Work for Build Up. (Madness)

Prologue (First Person)
Entrapment is a horrible thing. It allows thoughts to spiral around your mind like spirits in a graveyard. You are stuck with those thoughts. No way to vent them. Having your freedom taken from you by something that has little or nothing to do with you from your own knowledge. Do you know what it feels like to have what is closest to you taken away from you for what seems to be nothing other than your mere existence? Nobody knows what that feels like. Nobody except me. Memories are constantly being thrown back into my mind whilst I stare into the walls that I thought were just that, a memory. No. The torture of this evil building will always rise to make me suffer. Flashes and glimpses of my horrific past will strike through my mind faster than the speed of light. People constantly question my actions. I want this to explain them. I do what I do because of the suffering I have been through. I never meant the harm that I claim but the fact is you people do not need false hope and false Gods. You are all better than that and if you believe in yourself then I will not need to fight against you because you can fight those evil thoughts for me. Remember these words of wisdom. For wisdom comes to you freely. Freedom is something that must be appreciated. I should know. I am trapped against a wall with a shackle on my leg like a slave or a wild dog that has been captured. So bear in mind, that whatever anyone tries to do to me. I have already been through a lot worse. Remember, I murdered my own Mother on birth. I was abandoned my Father on doing so. My Brother’s did not even put up a fight. Yet if I lose a match anger still flies through my body. My life is a constant battle that cannot be won. Vietnam all over again. For the U.S that is. I cannot cower and I cannot cry. For a beast does not bow to anyone. My mind will remain in tatters. My heart will remain as strong as ever. For fury belongs to those who have been put through the apparent hell and back. See the fire in my eyes and watch them burn. This will always be my emotion. For as long as I live… Till Death Do We Part.?

End of Prologue

After Monday Night Madness. (Third Person.)

Steve Davids
“Get off of me! I can walk proudly without you grappling onto me.”

Pride
“I am afraid that Envy will not allow that. Now just get in the god damn car, or your precious little uncle is going to get what’s coming to him. Do you understand me Steve you fool? We do not wish to put you through such torment as to actually inflict pain on that weasel you call an uncle… Or the other two of your pathetic friends.”

Steve is thrown into the back of the car, and forced into his seatbelt, two of the other seven deadly sins sit next to him, whilst Pride drives with another deadly sin in the passenger seat. Their masks still strongly placed over their heads. He is still in his wrestling attire, after his no disqualifications match against Chris Legend, in which he was victorious after a deadly sit-down choke slam. Blood oozing down from his forehead. His beard the one symbol of him that truly remained intact. The car revved as they began to long journey, that what Steve assumed would be Hellington Asylum. The route proved otherwise

Steve Davids
“Where are we going?”

Pride
“Well, we sure as hell aren’t going all the way back to Hellington Asylum are we? Didn’t you hear? You’ve got a Wild Card match on Wednesday against Mark Flynn. You’re in the main event. The people at XWF clearly have you placed highly above your station but we need you to win nonetheless I am afraid…. No pressure.”

Steve Davids
“You guys could have at least told me. Flynn is no easy fight you know. He’s certainly going to put up a fight unlike Chris Legend. If we aren’t going to Hellington though, where the hell are we going?”

Pride
“You could say just that, (The rest of the ‘sins’ cackle)…. Hell. In all seriousness tonight we will sleep in an old abandoned house, and on the morrow we will travel to Michigan in preparation for your huge match up. ”

The car came to a sudden halt as Steve was thrown out of the back car door. A tatty car it was, a ford escort. They don’t even still make them. Looking around there was nothing worth noticing to Steve. The trees were Evergreen and he was unsure of their location. The lights beamed on the sidewalks as they were supposed to, but after being thrown down a back alley, his knees grazing and cutting. He noticed the abandoned house. It was ruined, the roof half broken in, as if lightning had struck it. Windows were no longer there and the winds howled through it like a wolf. That would never be anyone’s first choice of location. Steve never seemed to have a choice anymore though. Upon entering, bats flew out, their wings flapping gave a fright to two of the sins. They sat Steve down on an old wooden chair that was barely able to stand, whilst two of them sat on the tattered sofa, Pride and Envy strolled up and down, interrogating Steve.

“I wonder why you have not tried to escape. Perhaps, it is fear. Or perhaps you have finally realized what would happen to that little family of yours if you tried to. It is such a shame that we are not the seven friendly sins isn’t it? Speaking of it, where have the other three gone you are wondering? Well if we’re all here, who would be torturing and looking after your family? Someone has got to do it after all.”

Steve Davids
“It’s ironic that you are in fact not CM Punk. You speaking is having the same effect as his finisher after all. Making me go to sleep.”

Pride laughed briefly. He took a couple of steps back and entered the hallway. A grin beneath his mask. He picked up a baseball bat and began to laugh again. Smacking Steve to the floor by the side of the head.

Pride
“Enough of the smart talk aye Steve? It’s really not that interesting you see. The fact of the matter is, we have you under our control. Every time you make a little blip like that, means you will get hurt. Every time you make a large blip, say try and run away, or lose a match… The suffering of your loved ones will be increased. Who knows, they may even end up limbless if you continue the way you are. So why don’t you just wise up Steve? You’re not the fool you’re pretending to be.”

Steve Davids
“It seems like it’s too late to pretend that I am anything else. There is no way of winning. You people have plotted against me, and I will never know the reason why. You have my loved ones, so I cannot fight back. Why would you hurt them? Those three people have never done anything to you.”

Pride
“On the contrary Steve. They made the error of putting their faith in you and for that they need to be taught a lesson. Can you not see that this is much bigger than hurting a delirious man, with no straight mind, no will. There is a much bigger picture that eventually you will see. For now though you remain under our entrapment. You were right about something though Steve. There is no way of winning. You have already lost. This ongoing story of yours simply doesn’t have a happy ending. Vengeance is a horrible thing. Much like Pride. Yet vengeance is something that is carried out because of a sin, but is not a sin itself. I know. All of this must be oh so difficult for that mind of yours to comprehend. You can barely think straight without me corrupting it even more. Yet corruption, is a beautiful thing though isn’t it? Perverting your mind to the point where it breaks and develops evil motions is something that we do intend on doing. You see… I mentioned six of the seven deadly sins. Isn’t it interesting though that no one has thought to mention Anger to you. Do you know why that is Steve? People tell me that despite the fact you are delirious, you are actually intelligent. I am sure you can work it out.”

Steve squints his eyes as it becomes clear that thoughts flow through his mind. It is hard for the man though. His head has been beaten and battered a lot.

Steve Davids
“Are you telling me that I am in fact your seventh deadly sin?”

Pride simply laughs and nods. The others join in the laughter.

“Well you are wrong. God is false. Satan is false. Your reborn Satan may be an evil man. Yet he is not truly Satan. No one is. Cut your crap, and face the truth. You are all deluded men who need false hope to lead the way or what would be worth fighting for? You enjoy watching me suffer. You enjoy the theory behind this man’s motives. You enjoy pain. You enjoy anguish. Maybe it is true after all. You are the seven deadly sins. Surely if that were true though, Greed would have taken all of the glory by now? He’s greedy after all. You can all claim to represent what you want. The truth is that you are 6 men who are looking to make a difference through this because you have failed in whatever trade you were in beforehand. It is such a shame, that you would all give up on yourselves like that. I never gave up on justice. I have had to do what is wrong plenty of times. I do not encourage evil. Yet sometimes it is the only way to get what we seek. I seek vengeance. I seek to reach the top so that I can wipe it in my Father’s face. Yet how can I do that when I have the six of you torturing me? I cannot. You enjoy this. I know it. Well unfortunately for you lot. All Men Must Fall.”

Pride shook his head, gagged Steve and kicked him in the ribs. Steve went to sleep. Preparing for the shock that was yet to come.

Epilogue
Truth. Torture. Anguish. Horror. Death.

The facts remain. Steve has suffered a lot. Getting out of a hopeless situation is all that matters to him right now. Mark Flynn. Do your worst. It will never live up to what he has been through. That is the fact.

3x Xtreme Champion
1x Briefcase Holder
1x Television Champion
1x Universal Champion