Post by alycestarchylde on Nov 12, 2017 20:32:51 GMT -5
Two figures who might have, under other circumstances, been familiar to watchers of the WGWF emerged from a dank and dirty forest on the outskirts of Mirror Lake in Columbus, Ohio. They were in shorts and tank tops wearing backpacks and covered in rank sweat.
The man the WGWF knew as MDK, the World Champion and the Mad King, turned to the scruffy Alyce Starchylde and said, in as sweet a voice as possible, “What the fuck are we doing here?”
Alyce shook her head in frustration.
“Look, MDK...,” she began.
“Danny,” he interrupted, “Can't you call me Danny like everyone else?”
“I CAN,” she replied with a smile, “but it seems more kingly to use your initials...but Danny it is.”
“I can't win for losing,” he responded with a smile.
“You always win with me, dear heart,” she replied with a wicked grin.
“And yet, here I am hiking on the ass end of Mirror Lake, just off campus of the University of Ohio heading towards an ancient building to figure out exactly what you do with your time off getting sweaty and smelly in what I can best describe as not quite a swamp,” he said with a wink.
“Not my fault, O Mad King,” she replied, “You did ask what my world is like outside of wrestling.”
“Yeah,” he answered, “but you kind of left out the part where you are part of some weird LARP group and you like playing a good guy even though you are a heel.”
“You are bad at listening, Danny,” she replied, “I've told you about all this before.”
“So break it down for me once more...what are we doing here,” he asked.
Alyce sighed loudly. She took a deep breath and began.
“As I've explained to you numerous times, I was born on the in-between...and that brings with it a curse, I am destined to protect the world without ever having a permanent place in it. I have the ability to see the things that come from other worlds and I have an obligation to fight them, at least if they threaten the denizens of this world,” she began.
“And yet, you are one of the top bad guys in a wrestling promotion. So, how does your lesbian feminist friend fit in,” MDK chimed in.
“Thena isn't a lesbian, she is bi-sexual...and we came up together in the same group home, and she's a different sort of in-betweener...half Greek Goddess/half Norse Goddess all attitude. We're close and frankly as much sisters as friends,” she answered.
MDK only nodded in response.
“Anyway, there is an ancient and crumbling house here in Mirror Lake and it serves as home to Redcaps...and there are rumors that they have been active and I am going to go check on them,” she said.
“Uh huh, what's a redcap, is that a gang thing” MDK asked .
Alyce chuckled and tousled his sweat-slick hair.
“Redcaps are like leprechauns, except taller, angrier and infinitely more likely to kill you and dye their caps in your blood, anyway, they have lived in Mirror Lake for years. Every so often, they grab a human and do him in and every so often, I have to reign them in...they've gone quiet, but there are half a dozen disappearances in the area so since we happen to be in Columbus anyway, I figured I'd check them out,” she replied.
“Uh huh,” he responded, “so just two more questions. How does your fat buddy Cal fit into all this and what do I have to smoke to see all this?”
Alyce laughed. “Cal was my trainer. He is home to the spirit of Lancelot, because all the great warriors come back. His doom is to betray his best friend, so he chooses not to adventure...instead, he has trained many like myself. And seeing these things well, there's two ways to go about it. One is to break your mental conditioning, reduce your psyche and force you to accept the world as it is rather than as you assume it to be...but that takes about a month, requires a lengthy period of poisoning you, a vision quest and a lot of shitting yourself,” she answered with a smile.
MDK went pale. “I think I'm already a fan of option two,” he said.
“That's what I thought you'd say,” she replied. And with that, she placed her hands over his eyes and forced her essence through them. And MDK's response was to scream.
For Alyce, it was like running up a mountain while the mountain fought back. It was an endless slog through snows piled up to her waist and the whole time she could feel something pushing back against her, her breath coming in ragged gasps. For MDK it was like someone plugged a live wire into the center of his brain. His skull felt equal parts melted or exploded. When finally it ended, both collapsed to the muddy ground. A massive headache tore through Danny's skull and he felt violated...the world spun sickeningly beneath him and it was a good long time before he could see or hear and even longer before he felt strong enough to rise to his feet. By the time he managed to get to his feet, he immediately bent in half and vomited loudly, a white pile of mostly bile decorating the muddy forest floor.
Alyce leaned against a tree breathing deeply, as if she had just run a marathon.
The sky seemed full of electric tracers, and his ears seemed to hear sounds from hundreds, maybe thousands of miles away. It was like a whispering cacophony just at the edge of his hearing. Soon he managed to drag himself upright. He lurched towards Alyce.
“Wha-what did you do to me,” he asked fighting off the urge to retch once more.
“I gave you a piece of me...it will let you see the things I see...and interact with them...this will happen a lot more often than you imagine,” she said in a croaking whisper.
“Next time,” he said as his stomach rolled, “warning.”
Alyce managed a pained giggle, “You said option two...”
He shook his head. “And I might not have if you had mentioned it would feel like someone knocked a hole in my skull and then poured in sulphuric acid!”
“Too late now,” she replied, “you ready?”
He shook his head and then forced himself to stand up. He felt a little better and changed his mind. She merely stepped away from the trunk of the tree and walked slowly in the direction they had been heading previously. Somehow, Danny managed to find the strength to follow her. They trudged forward and soon an ancient and dilapidated house appeared on the horizon. It was a two story home with a gambrel roof more common in Maine or the South than in Ohio. It seemed in a sorry state with many holes apparent in the walls and ceiling and not a shard of glass remaining in the few visible windows. A chill wind blew through the woods and something pricked the nape of MDK's neck. He tasted...something and suddenly understood that fear has both a scent and a flavor.
He reached forward and touched Alyce on the shoulder. She grabbed his fingers lovingly and turned to smile at him, her eyes bright in that way that made him feel like he was real only to her...something he quite liked. She continued moving forward and he did not understand how she could do so without the slightest hint of fear. Suddenly she had removed a long bladed sword that she carried in one hand. It was certainly something he had never seen her carry before. And he realized looking at it that it was both clear and shined with an inner light and just seeing it gave him hope.
As they approached the house, the more uneasy he became. Suddenly the door exploded outwards. Two things...and he could call them only things because he had no better words for them, exploded out of the front door. They were thin, skeleton thin...their skin was leathery and brown and they smelled like a mixture of hot copper and cinnamon, their noses were almost flat and their eyes were lidless, large and bloodshot, with red irises in their skull like face. They wore ragged vests and breeches made from scraps of rotting fabric sewn loosely into rough shape...but upon their wispy-haired heads were caps of blood red and they looked wet. The creatures screamed their vocalizations seemed to shatter the country side. Their screeching filled Danny's ears as they raised weapons seemingly forged of solid iron and charged Alyce.
MDK watched as the two charged forward. They raised their irregular looking hatchets far above their head as they ran forward. Alyce met the first with her sword through it's throat causing the creature to drop it's weapon and cough and choke, holding it's bloody throat as it dropped to it's rump. It's partner circled around it's mortally wounded comrade and seemed about to flank Alyce as it's constant screech seemed to rise in anticipation of victory. It was surprised then, when Danny's boot struck it in the cheek as he landed a martial kick that should have sent it's narrow head flying off it's body. Instead, the creature stumbled and took a loose step backwards and seemed shocked. Danny felt like he had kicked an iron plate.
He took a step backwards as the creature turned it's now angry gaze upon him. It shook it's head, raised it's hatchet high took a step forward and suddenly had the blade of Alyce's sword sticking out of his ear. The creature croaked as blood poured from it's mouth...it took one step and then collapsed.
“WHAT WAS THAT,” Danny shouted.
“I told you, Redcap,” she replied as she led the way into the house.
“You could have warned me they would attack us,” he said angrily.
“I had no idea they would,” she replied, “they are nasty, bad tempered and quite Unseelie...but usually they only go after rubes. This sort of aggression hasn't been seen from them in centuries.” She ran in the house, sword leading the way. She went into every room, and in each room the things she saw seemed to make her more and more upset. One room was filled with leaves. Filled with them. Another room contained bloody needles and other sewing supplies including scraps of red fabric and white fur. Another room contained dozens of childrens books mostly about Christmas and Santa Claus.
“This isn't good,” she said out loud.
“They could have belonged to the former owner,” MDK said, attempting to mollify her.
She shook her head. “No, they gathered these. These creatures appear to be preparing for Christmas...but Redcaps don't honor Christmas or Saint Nick...they aren't this organized or smart and they certainly don't travel...something very bad is happening here,” she said.
“What do you mean, travel, we only found two here,” MDK asked.
“In a home like this,” she answered, “there would usually be at least six or more. Something dark has come into our world and this is just a symptom. I have work to do.” Alyce turned to leave but Danny grabbed her by the shoulder.
“Don't you mean WE have work to do,” he said with a smile. And then, quite suddenly, she kissed him. Long and passionately she kissed him. He pulled her close in response and they together celebrated their union. In that moment, she could not love him any more than she did. After long moments their kiss broke and they left the house hidden deep within the woods near Mirror Lake.
Alyce stands against a cozy rock wall, a fireplace burning brightly behind her. She has her bat across her shoulders as she looks into the camera with a wicked smile.
“And here we are...Caged In! Caged in is going to be a GLORIOUS time for me and MDK. You see, there are plans afoot and many of those plans begin to come to fruition. And when we reveal those plans, some of you are going to howl and gnash your teeth and do all in your power to stop us...and by then it will be far too late.
Flash Rotten...I would not refer to me as a goddess of the WGWF, that would be as lame as RAGE once working as a servant of Death back in the XWF...very, very stupid. But here's the thing, while I don't see myself that way...there are those who do and I am not even talking about YOUR World Champion or MY Mad King here. I am not even just referring to our Royal Court. No, there are others who as we speak crawl from very dark holes to make their way to the WGWF where they fully intend on shaking this place to it's very core.
But I am not here to only discuss the future. No, nor am I here to point out how unlikely it is that even a veteran like Chris Page has any chance of removing the title from my Mad King. Frankly, MDK is ready for anything and everything that man might throw his way. Page is a tired soldier and he has bigger problems that will more than likely prevent him from getting his hands anywhere near the belt worn by the Mad King himself. And when he emerges victorious, my sexy stud will hold that title belt high and the people will wail and gnash their teeth and still be as powerless to change the course of these things as Chris Page himself. Meanwhile, me and my Mad King will have much to celebrate and I promise here and now a celebration on the Brawl after this PPV that will be the envy of King Midas himself.
As for me, I get to lay out that ridiculous rooster, Tristan Slater. Oh my, how he does preen and strut and oh my how proud he is...but, at the end of the day he makes zero sense. He could take on MDK the Mad King of the WGWF and try to get “his” title back but he knows that's futile. He knows he can't accomplish it. He knows that he has as much chance of getting the title away from my hero, the King to my Queen, as I have of winning a Miss Manners competition. So, knowing that he can't reclaim his throne...what does he do? He decides to target me, hoping that in the process he can hurt MDK emotionally, and wear him down to the point where maybe he has a chance to gain back his title. This is patently ridiculous.
1) Tristan will not be beating me. For all of his boasting, I am not the least bit intimidated by a glorious turd and second, I never have been. Frankly, I think of Slater as only slightly more evolved than pond scum and really don't see much point to the man's shit splat of a career. Yeah, he did really good for 18 months after a lengthy career as the WGWF's resident jobber. Lost to Vega$, set on fire by Lunacy, beaten by Bryan Jukes somewhere in all that shmozz. See what I mean. Sure, in the mean time he had a high light but that is all over now.
2) Tristan seems to think I am somehow impressed by him. That when I attacked him all those weeks ago, it had something to do with elevating myself at his expense. This is also patently ridiculous. I was attempting to get the attention of MDK and I gave him a present he would like. It didn't matter that you were Tristan Slater...I would have laid out any jobber that was in a program with the Mad King. Just because it happened to be you, you feel all special. That's pathetic. It isn't all about you dude.
3) You may be the single most jealous person I know in this business. You are certainly jealous of Danny who has more talent in one hand than you have ever had, period. You are jealous that he beat you like a red-headed step-kid and took your title and you lack the tools and talent to get it back and you are jealous that he has me while you are forced to tap the large mushy ass of John Cable...and now we know how he got the name Beast, huh.
So tomorrow, it's just you, and just me together in that ring. No cage needed or necessary. I am going to put you down like the sick puppy you are. I will knock you off my ass because instead of being a threat to me...you have become the human equivalent of a dirty diaper. Full of shit and embarrassing and frankly, the WGWF will be a whole lot better off without you.
So to the feebs out there who think they are too good to be our royal subjects, make sure you tune into Caged In. Make sure you watch as we serve up two fools on silver platters. And once the show is over, make sure you tune into the following Brawl because the Mad King and Mad Queen are going to have a party...hell, it might just be a barbecue and the whole of the WGWF might just be on the menu!
With that said, I look forward to Caged In, because Tristan thinks that he understands Wonderland and can walk it with me...but he's about to find out that it gets very, very dark from here.”
The man the WGWF knew as MDK, the World Champion and the Mad King, turned to the scruffy Alyce Starchylde and said, in as sweet a voice as possible, “What the fuck are we doing here?”
Alyce shook her head in frustration.
“Look, MDK...,” she began.
“Danny,” he interrupted, “Can't you call me Danny like everyone else?”
“I CAN,” she replied with a smile, “but it seems more kingly to use your initials...but Danny it is.”
“I can't win for losing,” he responded with a smile.
“You always win with me, dear heart,” she replied with a wicked grin.
“And yet, here I am hiking on the ass end of Mirror Lake, just off campus of the University of Ohio heading towards an ancient building to figure out exactly what you do with your time off getting sweaty and smelly in what I can best describe as not quite a swamp,” he said with a wink.
“Not my fault, O Mad King,” she replied, “You did ask what my world is like outside of wrestling.”
“Yeah,” he answered, “but you kind of left out the part where you are part of some weird LARP group and you like playing a good guy even though you are a heel.”
“You are bad at listening, Danny,” she replied, “I've told you about all this before.”
“So break it down for me once more...what are we doing here,” he asked.
Alyce sighed loudly. She took a deep breath and began.
“As I've explained to you numerous times, I was born on the in-between...and that brings with it a curse, I am destined to protect the world without ever having a permanent place in it. I have the ability to see the things that come from other worlds and I have an obligation to fight them, at least if they threaten the denizens of this world,” she began.
“And yet, you are one of the top bad guys in a wrestling promotion. So, how does your lesbian feminist friend fit in,” MDK chimed in.
“Thena isn't a lesbian, she is bi-sexual...and we came up together in the same group home, and she's a different sort of in-betweener...half Greek Goddess/half Norse Goddess all attitude. We're close and frankly as much sisters as friends,” she answered.
MDK only nodded in response.
“Anyway, there is an ancient and crumbling house here in Mirror Lake and it serves as home to Redcaps...and there are rumors that they have been active and I am going to go check on them,” she said.
“Uh huh, what's a redcap, is that a gang thing” MDK asked .
Alyce chuckled and tousled his sweat-slick hair.
“Redcaps are like leprechauns, except taller, angrier and infinitely more likely to kill you and dye their caps in your blood, anyway, they have lived in Mirror Lake for years. Every so often, they grab a human and do him in and every so often, I have to reign them in...they've gone quiet, but there are half a dozen disappearances in the area so since we happen to be in Columbus anyway, I figured I'd check them out,” she replied.
“Uh huh,” he responded, “so just two more questions. How does your fat buddy Cal fit into all this and what do I have to smoke to see all this?”
Alyce laughed. “Cal was my trainer. He is home to the spirit of Lancelot, because all the great warriors come back. His doom is to betray his best friend, so he chooses not to adventure...instead, he has trained many like myself. And seeing these things well, there's two ways to go about it. One is to break your mental conditioning, reduce your psyche and force you to accept the world as it is rather than as you assume it to be...but that takes about a month, requires a lengthy period of poisoning you, a vision quest and a lot of shitting yourself,” she answered with a smile.
MDK went pale. “I think I'm already a fan of option two,” he said.
“That's what I thought you'd say,” she replied. And with that, she placed her hands over his eyes and forced her essence through them. And MDK's response was to scream.
For Alyce, it was like running up a mountain while the mountain fought back. It was an endless slog through snows piled up to her waist and the whole time she could feel something pushing back against her, her breath coming in ragged gasps. For MDK it was like someone plugged a live wire into the center of his brain. His skull felt equal parts melted or exploded. When finally it ended, both collapsed to the muddy ground. A massive headache tore through Danny's skull and he felt violated...the world spun sickeningly beneath him and it was a good long time before he could see or hear and even longer before he felt strong enough to rise to his feet. By the time he managed to get to his feet, he immediately bent in half and vomited loudly, a white pile of mostly bile decorating the muddy forest floor.
Alyce leaned against a tree breathing deeply, as if she had just run a marathon.
The sky seemed full of electric tracers, and his ears seemed to hear sounds from hundreds, maybe thousands of miles away. It was like a whispering cacophony just at the edge of his hearing. Soon he managed to drag himself upright. He lurched towards Alyce.
“Wha-what did you do to me,” he asked fighting off the urge to retch once more.
“I gave you a piece of me...it will let you see the things I see...and interact with them...this will happen a lot more often than you imagine,” she said in a croaking whisper.
“Next time,” he said as his stomach rolled, “warning.”
Alyce managed a pained giggle, “You said option two...”
He shook his head. “And I might not have if you had mentioned it would feel like someone knocked a hole in my skull and then poured in sulphuric acid!”
“Too late now,” she replied, “you ready?”
He shook his head and then forced himself to stand up. He felt a little better and changed his mind. She merely stepped away from the trunk of the tree and walked slowly in the direction they had been heading previously. Somehow, Danny managed to find the strength to follow her. They trudged forward and soon an ancient and dilapidated house appeared on the horizon. It was a two story home with a gambrel roof more common in Maine or the South than in Ohio. It seemed in a sorry state with many holes apparent in the walls and ceiling and not a shard of glass remaining in the few visible windows. A chill wind blew through the woods and something pricked the nape of MDK's neck. He tasted...something and suddenly understood that fear has both a scent and a flavor.
He reached forward and touched Alyce on the shoulder. She grabbed his fingers lovingly and turned to smile at him, her eyes bright in that way that made him feel like he was real only to her...something he quite liked. She continued moving forward and he did not understand how she could do so without the slightest hint of fear. Suddenly she had removed a long bladed sword that she carried in one hand. It was certainly something he had never seen her carry before. And he realized looking at it that it was both clear and shined with an inner light and just seeing it gave him hope.
As they approached the house, the more uneasy he became. Suddenly the door exploded outwards. Two things...and he could call them only things because he had no better words for them, exploded out of the front door. They were thin, skeleton thin...their skin was leathery and brown and they smelled like a mixture of hot copper and cinnamon, their noses were almost flat and their eyes were lidless, large and bloodshot, with red irises in their skull like face. They wore ragged vests and breeches made from scraps of rotting fabric sewn loosely into rough shape...but upon their wispy-haired heads were caps of blood red and they looked wet. The creatures screamed their vocalizations seemed to shatter the country side. Their screeching filled Danny's ears as they raised weapons seemingly forged of solid iron and charged Alyce.
MDK watched as the two charged forward. They raised their irregular looking hatchets far above their head as they ran forward. Alyce met the first with her sword through it's throat causing the creature to drop it's weapon and cough and choke, holding it's bloody throat as it dropped to it's rump. It's partner circled around it's mortally wounded comrade and seemed about to flank Alyce as it's constant screech seemed to rise in anticipation of victory. It was surprised then, when Danny's boot struck it in the cheek as he landed a martial kick that should have sent it's narrow head flying off it's body. Instead, the creature stumbled and took a loose step backwards and seemed shocked. Danny felt like he had kicked an iron plate.
He took a step backwards as the creature turned it's now angry gaze upon him. It shook it's head, raised it's hatchet high took a step forward and suddenly had the blade of Alyce's sword sticking out of his ear. The creature croaked as blood poured from it's mouth...it took one step and then collapsed.
“WHAT WAS THAT,” Danny shouted.
“I told you, Redcap,” she replied as she led the way into the house.
“You could have warned me they would attack us,” he said angrily.
“I had no idea they would,” she replied, “they are nasty, bad tempered and quite Unseelie...but usually they only go after rubes. This sort of aggression hasn't been seen from them in centuries.” She ran in the house, sword leading the way. She went into every room, and in each room the things she saw seemed to make her more and more upset. One room was filled with leaves. Filled with them. Another room contained bloody needles and other sewing supplies including scraps of red fabric and white fur. Another room contained dozens of childrens books mostly about Christmas and Santa Claus.
“This isn't good,” she said out loud.
“They could have belonged to the former owner,” MDK said, attempting to mollify her.
She shook her head. “No, they gathered these. These creatures appear to be preparing for Christmas...but Redcaps don't honor Christmas or Saint Nick...they aren't this organized or smart and they certainly don't travel...something very bad is happening here,” she said.
“What do you mean, travel, we only found two here,” MDK asked.
“In a home like this,” she answered, “there would usually be at least six or more. Something dark has come into our world and this is just a symptom. I have work to do.” Alyce turned to leave but Danny grabbed her by the shoulder.
“Don't you mean WE have work to do,” he said with a smile. And then, quite suddenly, she kissed him. Long and passionately she kissed him. He pulled her close in response and they together celebrated their union. In that moment, she could not love him any more than she did. After long moments their kiss broke and they left the house hidden deep within the woods near Mirror Lake.
Welcome to Wonderland
Alyce stands against a cozy rock wall, a fireplace burning brightly behind her. She has her bat across her shoulders as she looks into the camera with a wicked smile.
“And here we are...Caged In! Caged in is going to be a GLORIOUS time for me and MDK. You see, there are plans afoot and many of those plans begin to come to fruition. And when we reveal those plans, some of you are going to howl and gnash your teeth and do all in your power to stop us...and by then it will be far too late.
Flash Rotten...I would not refer to me as a goddess of the WGWF, that would be as lame as RAGE once working as a servant of Death back in the XWF...very, very stupid. But here's the thing, while I don't see myself that way...there are those who do and I am not even talking about YOUR World Champion or MY Mad King here. I am not even just referring to our Royal Court. No, there are others who as we speak crawl from very dark holes to make their way to the WGWF where they fully intend on shaking this place to it's very core.
But I am not here to only discuss the future. No, nor am I here to point out how unlikely it is that even a veteran like Chris Page has any chance of removing the title from my Mad King. Frankly, MDK is ready for anything and everything that man might throw his way. Page is a tired soldier and he has bigger problems that will more than likely prevent him from getting his hands anywhere near the belt worn by the Mad King himself. And when he emerges victorious, my sexy stud will hold that title belt high and the people will wail and gnash their teeth and still be as powerless to change the course of these things as Chris Page himself. Meanwhile, me and my Mad King will have much to celebrate and I promise here and now a celebration on the Brawl after this PPV that will be the envy of King Midas himself.
As for me, I get to lay out that ridiculous rooster, Tristan Slater. Oh my, how he does preen and strut and oh my how proud he is...but, at the end of the day he makes zero sense. He could take on MDK the Mad King of the WGWF and try to get “his” title back but he knows that's futile. He knows he can't accomplish it. He knows that he has as much chance of getting the title away from my hero, the King to my Queen, as I have of winning a Miss Manners competition. So, knowing that he can't reclaim his throne...what does he do? He decides to target me, hoping that in the process he can hurt MDK emotionally, and wear him down to the point where maybe he has a chance to gain back his title. This is patently ridiculous.
1) Tristan will not be beating me. For all of his boasting, I am not the least bit intimidated by a glorious turd and second, I never have been. Frankly, I think of Slater as only slightly more evolved than pond scum and really don't see much point to the man's shit splat of a career. Yeah, he did really good for 18 months after a lengthy career as the WGWF's resident jobber. Lost to Vega$, set on fire by Lunacy, beaten by Bryan Jukes somewhere in all that shmozz. See what I mean. Sure, in the mean time he had a high light but that is all over now.
2) Tristan seems to think I am somehow impressed by him. That when I attacked him all those weeks ago, it had something to do with elevating myself at his expense. This is also patently ridiculous. I was attempting to get the attention of MDK and I gave him a present he would like. It didn't matter that you were Tristan Slater...I would have laid out any jobber that was in a program with the Mad King. Just because it happened to be you, you feel all special. That's pathetic. It isn't all about you dude.
3) You may be the single most jealous person I know in this business. You are certainly jealous of Danny who has more talent in one hand than you have ever had, period. You are jealous that he beat you like a red-headed step-kid and took your title and you lack the tools and talent to get it back and you are jealous that he has me while you are forced to tap the large mushy ass of John Cable...and now we know how he got the name Beast, huh.
So tomorrow, it's just you, and just me together in that ring. No cage needed or necessary. I am going to put you down like the sick puppy you are. I will knock you off my ass because instead of being a threat to me...you have become the human equivalent of a dirty diaper. Full of shit and embarrassing and frankly, the WGWF will be a whole lot better off without you.
So to the feebs out there who think they are too good to be our royal subjects, make sure you tune into Caged In. Make sure you watch as we serve up two fools on silver platters. And once the show is over, make sure you tune into the following Brawl because the Mad King and Mad Queen are going to have a party...hell, it might just be a barbecue and the whole of the WGWF might just be on the menu!
With that said, I look forward to Caged In, because Tristan thinks that he understands Wonderland and can walk it with me...but he's about to find out that it gets very, very dark from here.”
THE END