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Last time on "Haunted Chronicles", Doc was still trapped in limbo. His only means of existence was through the body of the KINGS™ jester, Cadryn Tiberius, and it made his mission a bit more difficult. Breaking one of the most primary rules against his influence, he's managed to, darkness willing, take over when he had to.

Cadryn Tiberius sits at the very end of a long bar smack-dab in the middle of the nightclub. The music is loud and the people are dancing, even the barmaid behind the bar decorated in her glowing neon hoops. Cadryn takes a sip and sets it back down and shakes out some jitters in the process.

Eaaaaahuhuhuhuhuhuhuhhhhh.......

How do you drink this shit?

Cadryn's left eye drifts off a bit.

Through my mouth like you just did. You know, I usually prefer a quieter place to have a drink.

The eye shifts back.

It was the closest place and I have, like, NO gas. It could be worse, right?

Cadryn stirs around his drink and looks around then chuckles to himself.

So a doctor walks into a bar... NO! Nightclub. A doctor walks into a nightclub.

Cadryn takes another drink, but it doesn't seem like he really wants to.

Eaaaahuhuhuhhhh......

*Pukey Burp*

He sits down and there's NO bartender....

A few people start looking down at Cadryn as he slews a few words to himself.

To his surprise, a little mouse is perched up on the bar. As the two of them make eye contact the mouse squeaks, "What can I do you for, Dawk?"

The dawk, contemplating hallucinations, YET, fascinated says, "Whatever ya gawt. Make me a drink."

So the mouse leaves and returns with a drink. The doctor takes a sip then immediately spits it ALL OVER THE BAR!

Cadryn shouts and now has quite a few people's attention. He laughs to himself as he continues.

So the dawk says, "Mouse, what is this drink?"

The mouse squeaks back, "It's a hickory daiquiri, Dawk."


PFFFFFFFFFFFT.

Cadryn holds back his outburst and only let's out barely noticible chuckle.

"You alright, buddy?"

A large man towers behind Cadryn and talks in a deep, threatening voice. Cadryn turns his head and looks up to him.

Why of course, dear friend! Why wouldn't I be? What have you heard? What have you seen?

"What?"

You approach me with force, a scowl on your face! Could you tell me what's wrong? What's out of place?

"I asked if you were alright, buddy. You're down here alone talking to yourself, I think you should take off."

Cadryn smiles as his eye drifts away again.

Take off what?

Cadryn laughs. The man was nice enough to ask him to leave and is unphased by the joke.

"C'mon, let's roll."

He reaches out to grab Cadryn by the arm and as soon as he does time around them freezes. The music zips silent and everyone around them freezes in place. The poor fellow looks around for a moment and let's go of Cadryn's arm. The music starts back up like an old record and the people unfreeze. He looks at Cadryn again to get a thumb buried in each eye.

He screams and falls to his knees, but it's like no one even sees or hears him. Screaming out in agony until finally Cadryn plucks his thumbs out of the man's eye sockets. He falls face first onto the ground and Cadryn steps over him and heads to the washroom.

Entering into the restroom he hears a scream followed by several others. He heads to the sink and washes his hands before he walks over to a stall and shuts the door. He sits down, pulls out a phone, and speed dials someone.

Where are you?

At the office, duh? What is---?

Cadryn hangs up and slides the phone back into his inner jacket pocket in exchange for a long Cuban cigar. His eye shifts back to normal.

Dawk? Did I just kill that guy?

The eye shifts again.

Of course not, Cadryn. I did.

The elevator continues to rumble as they descend for what seems like forever.

This a unique week coming up, if I will say so, myself.

By unique, I mean, different. Not special. Nothing spectacular. Just different.

Now, I've been around the bend a few times, even Trax wouldn't deny that. I've done things. I'm capable of anything. I've held the Tag Team Titles since September and unified them with the Trios. I scorched Paul Heyman's stupid battle royal and then.... Oh.

Detour.

James Raven appears from nowhere and wins everyone's heart. The dreamy eyes that this boy puts up with makes me want to murder a puppy. So where does that leave the good doctor?

Just one of those lingering stars that just hang in limbo.

I am a ball of fire on this UNIVERSE made of straw. I admit, my shadow over this FINE federation is all written in history now. Nearly forgotten and only spoken about in story books. I am Doctor Louis D'Ville and I AM the dark cloud. I AM that dying feeling inside when you first learn of your fate. I AM the Big Bad Wolf.

And I hate taking scraps.

Another roll of the dice with another Chris Chaos, I'd imagine, right XWF? If Doc could manage to lock himself into another coffin, maybe Jack Cain will be the next UNIVERSAL Champion. I'm going to eat Jack Cain on live television, bundle him up, and save the rest for breakfast the next day. There isn't a thing that could be thrown at me right now that's going to stop me from retaking what is mine. Whether it's some stupid, STUPID lack of competence or some asshole looking to shine for five minutes, I am here. I am here. I am here. I AM HERE.

I am here.

I am here, Bruce Blingsteen. I am here James Raven. I. Am. Here. Jim Caedus. And I'm right in front of you Jack Cain. How unfortunate for you, my friend. I know you've had a great start and you've turned faces, but the end of the line is in just a few paces. You may look at this as an opportunity, well, so do I. I'm here to prove that I. DO. NOT. DIE. As much as they wish, as much as they pray, as much as they try, I'm going to stay. I will beat whoever they throw my way. I will win again and again, the top is where I stay. You'll all look back, to whom all I have faced, and you'll see for yourself, I can't be replaced.

The elevator dings and the lights kick back on as the elevator doors open. A long hallway leads out of the elevator with a door at the end. As Cadryn approaches the door the nameplate reads, "VINCENT LANE" and in it's own gold plate, "Theo Pryce".

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