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((Jed Davis walked into the Showtime Mansion carrying a very special piece of camping equipment. He was searching around, looking for someone special. The tag had one single word on it; a name: Danger. Oddly enough, Davis looked rather much like he was in a good mood. It was only a facade however, masking the intense hatred beneath it. After asking around the household, Jed finally was able to find his intended recipient.))
 
{JED DAVIS} -  Danger! Hey there buddy.
 
{DANGER} - GAH! What? Please don't hurt me...I'll do anything, just don't hurt me!
 
{JED DAVIS} - Aww pal, don't worry about that. I got you something to make up for the mishaps in the ring. Hey, don't you know you could have gotten that neck brace in different colors?
 
{DANGER} - *sob* I know...I just *sob* wanted it plain *sob*.
 
{JED DAVIS} - Calm down buddy. Here, I got you a special sleeping bag. It's big and comfy and feels great. I tried it out myself before I got it. I hear ol' Late Nite's giving you a camping trip as a way of saying sorry for putting you into training with me. Here...try it out...
 
{DANGER} - Gee...thanks a lot. Hey, maybe if we're lucky we'll get to train again huh? Maybe before your big match with Khalil Johnson? C'mon, I'll show you hell!
 
{JED DAVIS} - Yes...I'm sure...now, go ahead, try out the bag.
 
((Davis watched as Danger climbed into the bag on the floor. His face lit up with joy as he felt the comfort of the bag. Just as he pulled the top half of the sleeping bag over his head, Jed Davis' face took on a dark, forboding look.))
 
{JED DAVIS} - That's it my friend. And then you just zip it up like this........
Two Hours Later...
((The door bell rang, echoing throughout the house. Belvedere, Late Nite's personal butler glided to the door and opened it for the person. It was the same person who had mysteriously appeared to Jed Davis in his locker room.))
 
{BELVEDERE } -  Ah, an unexpected surprise Master...
 
{VOICE} - Where is he.
 
{BELVEDERE} - Perhaps you refer to Master Davis? He is downstairs, I believe training for his duel with Mr. Johnson.
 
{VOICE} - Belvedere?
 
{BELVEDERE} - Sir?
 
{VOICE} - I don't care how British you are...learn to speak American.
 
{BELVEDERE} - Whatever...
 
((Satisfied with that at least, the enigmatic speaker walked off towards the basement gym.]]
 
{BELVEDERE (muttering)} - Sir.....
 
((As he entered the gym area, Jed Davis had been wailing away at an oddly shaped punching bag. From the sweat glistening off of his bare upper torso, and the intensity in his face, it would appear that he had been hacking away at this bag with his bare hands for the better part of two hours. He noticed the Speaker and ceased his rampage on the bag.]]
 
{JED DAVIS} -  What the hell do you want?
 
{VOICE} - I decided to see what you were doing in preparations for this match. You've been training hard it seems.
 
{JED DAVIS} - Hmph...I always train hard, bitch. Are you prepared to watch me beat the tar out of Khalil Johnson?
 
{VOICE} - Define "beat the tar out of".
 
((Jed wordlessly unzipped the makeshift punching bag. The fragile, neck-braced mishap who had been its inhabitant crumpled to the floor. He was bloodied, most definitely broken, and there was part of a bone poking through the skin in his arm.]]
 
{VOICE} - Jesus...
 
{JED DAVIS} - Not exactly. I didn't crucify him.
 
{VOICE} - God Dammit Jed...Danger, why did you get in that bag?
 
{DANGER} - *sob* He...said that it...was a gift...bastard...
 
{VOICE} - Gift for what Jed?
 
{DANGER} - He said Late Nite was going to give me...a vacation...camping trip...
 
((Davis delivered a crushing kick to Danger's temple, rendering him unconscious. He looked up at the Speaker and shrugged.]]
 
{JED DAVIS} - I lied.
 
{VOICE} - My God...you really are going to incapacitate him aren't you?
 
{JED DAVIS} - Without a second thought. You might want to get a medic in here.
 
{VOICE} - You could have killed him asshole!
 
{JED DAVIS} - Such is the price of being the person who I put the face of my victims on.
 
{VOICE} - You're telling me you just tricked this kid into being your personal shit-on doll because you needed to imagine Khalil Johnson?
 
{JED DAVIS} - Yes...so?
 
{VOICE} - You could have used that bag over there!
 
((He looked to where the Speaker's finger was pointing. It was a classic Foreman Punching Bag, in excellent condition, bright cherry red in color. Davis looked at the damp (not just from sweat), dark blue sleeping bag in front of him. Then he looked at Danger.]]
 
{JED DAVIS} -  He' screams well.
 
{VOICE} -  Man...you're serious aren't you?
 
{JED DAVIS} - Is it that surprising? Lookit "Legend"...I will rip through that nineteen-year old bitch just as savagely as I ripped through that chain of protesters in front of the abortion clinic. You know what I did then? Heh...I avenged the protestors by lighting that clinic up. And I am telling you right now, without your help, I am going to do just that to Johnson. I am going to light his ass on fire.
 
{VOICE} - You mean that metaphorically right?
 
{JED DAVIS} -  Maybe. I have made people stop entering buildings that have the same letters as my name does because of my atrocities. I will mess this kid up so badly that he can't step out of his house because the memory of his beatdown will be as fresh as a flower in his mind every single day. You better believe I'm serious. You had a point back there in the locker room. I do deserve respect. And I do have the ability to gain it. I want that respect. And I will get it. You can watch me gain the respect that you never had.
 
{VOICE} - You piece of...
 
{JED DAVIS} - Shut up. I can send you back to Johnson's locker room, gift wrapped with a bright pink bow, stuffed in a three by two by three box. Literally. You know why? Because I can. I will hurt Khalil Johnson.
 
{VOICE} - Hurt? That's it?
 
((Davis looked down at Danger. He picked up a kendo stick lying in the corner and prodded the bone sticking out of Danger's skin, touched every raw nerve in the marrow.]]
 
{JED DAVIS} - Hurt brings pain does it not? And pain...pain is such a strong feeling.
 
{VOICE} -  Leave him alone.
 
((He cocked a quizzical eyebrow at the Speaker. Then, he shrugged and threw down the stick onto Danger's arm.]]
 
{JED DAVIS} -  Whatever. I'm done with him. Just watch the fight this Sunday.
 
{VOICE} -  DOCTOR! MEDIC! SOMEONE TO THE GYM!
 
{JED DAVIS} - It would probably be better if you either went upstairs and got one, or used the intercom. Provided of course that I didn't accidentally destroy that little mechanism dragging my friend here.
 
((And so it was. Davis sat down on a nearby bench and grabbed a SODA! from Late Nite's icebox while the Speaker ran for help upstairs. Jed smiled.]]
 
Chosen Ring Attire Black A-Shirt, Black Leather pants (jacked from Late Nite's Closet)
Final Thoughts Khalil will know the true meaning of a raging sociopath on the loose.
Number of Victims A soon to be replaced Zero.