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((The Nightmare: Trapped...cornered like an animal...he thinks to himself. Of course like an animal...that's how I'm treated. Now the blow. The cruel, crippling force of a nightstick, properly wielded, to smash against his side. Jed Davis thinks to himself how badly it hurts. But he is determined never to let it show. Did he deserve his time? Yes...did he deserve this? No...another shot. Another. A steel-toed boot seemingly forcing its way through his stomach, out his back. He kneels and looks with a feral, malicious look in his eyes. But then, the gauntleted fist comes his way and...))
 
(("GET AWAY FROM ME!!!!" ))
 
((Morning. The creeping sunlight into his relatively new room is the first thing that Alcatraz-escapee Jed Davis became aware of. The next was the fact that the lavishly furnished room in which he was staying was not his own. It took him a few minutes to realize where he was, and what he had been doing. He was staying in the guest quarters of DRWF Legend and SCW Creator, Mr. Late Nite. He had been there for about a week; a reprise one could say from the "training" that another DRWF Legend Seth Calvert had given him. In truth, Seth had only taught him ring basics. As he got up, he idly wondered why he was being cooped up with a professional wrestler, when he remembered what the DRWF was. The Death Row Wrestling Federation. To hurt, injure, maim; to completely take out all of his frustrations and angers at the world whilst retaining his Sociopathic mind state - all completely legal. There would be no SWAT teams. There would be no beat downs of foolish, mocking guards, toying with him as if he were a ball of string to their cat. No more of that, Jed thought to himself. No more of that...))
 
((Jed went downstairs, and crossed the lawn to the house of Mr. Late Nite. By the position of the sun, he guessed it was around 9:30 in the morning. Entering the amazing house of the Talk-Show-Host-turned-Wrestler, he noticed the smells of breakfast being cooked fresh and still could not get over smirking at how wonderfully he was being treated, as notorious as he was. His host came down the stairs mere moments later...as if on cue.]]
 
{MR. LATE NITE} - Ah there you are.
 
{JED DAVIS} -  Yeah...I guess.
 
{MR. LATE NITE} - Look, after breakfast, I want you to come down to the basement with me huh? I want to see just what my old friend taught you.
 
{JED DAVIS} - Sure.
 
((Davis watched Late Nite stroll away to wherever he went to. He wasn't worried about anything. Davis wasn't either. Calvert had told him that this ring was a place to cripple opponents. That's just what he would do then. He would take out his anger at the world on his opponents in the ring. And his first opponent was Cortez Prodigy. He hissed at the thought of that name; a name that would be little more than a footprint in his way. He would show Late Nite his moves, but they would be like none Late Nite had ever seen...]]
Later that morning...
((As he wandered down the stairs to the basement, Jed Davis wondered to himself (not for the first time) exactly what it was that the Legends wanted from him. When he got to the ring area, he found Late Nite and some idiot dressed up in a colorful costume waiting for him.]]
 
{MR. LATE NITE} - Good Jed, you're here. Are you ready for this? Good. This here is Danger. He's collected a few bruises and scratches here and there, but nothing he couldn't handle right Danger?
 
((JD watched as Late Nite clapped the young man called Danger on the shoulder. Danger let out a cough, and stumbled forward a bit. Jed cocked his eyebrow. Late Nite must not give a shit about this guy, he thought with a smirk.]]
 
{MR. LATE NITE} - Okay you two, let's go. Danger, get in the ring. Jed, I want to see your approach to the ring.
 
((Danger clambered into the ring, nearly tripping on the bottom rope. Jed shook his head and gave a little laugh. More of this bad-ass stuff I'm supposed to exhibit. Well...might as well enjoy some semblance of respect from these fans while I'm having fun. He chuckled again at the thought of the fans cheering for this Sociopathic killer as he slinked into the ring and leaned against the ropes. He calmly extended his right arm and middle finger and watched as Danger's face grew in rage.]]
 
{MR. LATE NITE} - ...Okay then. Jed, let's see what suplexes Calvert taught you. Go for it.
 
((Davis sighed. Seth did say something about this guy being all technicalities. Ah well, the fun will come later. He picked up Danger in a vertical suplex position and brought him down hard on his back. Getting up again, he spun Danger around and delivered a somewhat-nicely executed belly-to-back.]]
 
{MR. LATE NITE} - All right then. How about slams? Body Slam, Front Slam, Powerslam...in that order. Go.
 
((Jed took on a confused look for just a second, then shrugged. Body Slam? Okay then... Jed ran at Danger, and threw the whole of his body weight onto the unfortunate. He then locked both hands together (Polish Hammer) and brought them down onto Danger, Slamming his Front. He then picked up Danger, threw him against the turnbuckle, picked him up and dropped him down hard in an actual Front Slam. With a grin of satisfaction, he looked over at Late Nite...only to find him with a look of horror on his face.]]
 
{MR. LATE NITE} - Uhm...uh...gosh uh...
 
{JED DAVIS} - What?
 
{MR. LATE NITE (composing himself)} - Ahem...nothing. Okay now. Stand the lad up. Try a BackBreaker.
 
((Does he want me to kill the kid? Eh...who cares... Standing Danger up, he turned him around and slammed his knee into Danger's back. A sickening crack is heard as Danger crumples to his knees. Late Nite meanwhile watched this in shock, praying profusely that Davis softened that blow and made the crack with his knuckles.]]
 
{MR. LATE NITE} - Right then...Neckbreaker......
 
((As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Late Nite wished he had taken them back...but could only watch as Jed Davis measured up Danger, and drove his elbow straight into the back of his neck. Danger cried out and slumped to the floor.]]
 
{MR. LATE NITE} - JESUS! Uhm...Jed, take a break...I'll be back.
 
((Late Nite ran out of the room, sweat rolling down his cheeks as Jed stared at him questioningly. Then he shrugged, looked at the youth who lay unconscious, not dead under his feet and grabbed a bottle of water upon exiting the ring.]]
 
((Meanwhile, Mr. Late Nite dialed the phone number of the one and only Prince of Old School.]]
 
{SETH CALVERT} - Hello?
 
{MR. LATE NITE} - Seth, what the hell did you give me?
 
{SETH CALVERT} - What it arrived already?
 
{MR. LATE NITE} - Yes you imbecile, you dropped Jed off personally you idiot!
 
{SETH CALVERT} - Oh, you meant Jed...right....Isn't he great?
 
{MR. LATE NITE} - Cut the shit Calvert! You stuck me with the frickin' Amelia Bedelia of all wrestlers!
 
{SETH CALVERT} - What?! What're you talking about?
 
((Late Nite went into the details of what just happened.]]
 
{SETH CALVERT} - Late Nite, I told you this guy was not going to be a technical wrestler, no matter how bad you want to spruce him up to be one. He was a frickin' murderer you get that? He spent 15 years in the Alcatraz crazy cell, starting at the age of 15! I don't know what he did, and I don't want to know what he did, but look, this guy should just be told to go out there and cripple! I told him that! Sure, I gave him a few moves to throw someone off, but nothin' too deep okay?
 
{MR. LATE NITE} - ...Right. Okay. I got it. Thanks; I have a better idea of what to do now.
 
((Late Nite hung up and went back into where Jed Davis was, sitting on the apron. Medics have been attending to Danger now, and Jed looked positively bored. C'mon...when's the fun gonna start? I'm bored out of my mind here!]]
 
{JED DAVIS} - Well, what's the story. Am I goin' toe-to-head with this guy again?
 
{MR. LATE NITE} - No...not at all. I have just realized that you are ready for your match with this killer Cortez Prod...
 
{JED DAVIS} - Killer?! Don't disgrace my good reputation Late Nite. So what if he shot some kid in the face. The horrors I committed are far worse than that. He thinks he's a criminal, a true convict...but my resume is how shall we say...more advanced.
 
{MR. LATE NITE} - Jesus...you were only fifteen Jed. What did you do?
 
{JED DAVIS} - Hmph. That's for me to know.
 
{MR. LATE NITE} - And me to find out?
 
{JED DAVIS} - No.
 
((Late Nite went to protest, but then a butler came in.]]
 
{BUTLER } - Sir...a phone call. It sounds urgent.
 
((As Late Nite picked up the receiver, Jed started walking out of the room. Suddenly, Mr. Late Nite's eyes grew wide with terror. He slammed the receiver down and dashed away...]]
 
{MR. LATE NITE} - JED! GET TO THE ARENA AND TAKE CARE OF CORTEZ! TELL MORO I WON'T BE THERE!
 
{JED DAVIS} - ...what the...
 
((Jed shrugged and started walking back to the guest house. He saw Late Nite getting into his car and speeding off. As he got into the shower, Jed started thinking about his match...and smiled.]]
 
Chosen Ring Attire Crimson and Black Muscle Shirt; Black Pants
Final Thoughts *Evil, Malicious Grin*
Number of Victims None...Yet...