The Greatest Story Ever Told

[Madison Cox]

This story begins during the final hour of Devil's Night 2016, and concludes on January 5th, 2017. A special thanks to Gentleman Jack, Versus, Dennis Black, Seb Abbot, and Dustin White for making this possible. Most of the content is not safe for work, please be advised.

 

 

I

 

 

 

 

"You made a fool out of both of us. You know that, don't you?" Dennis Black said in annoyance as he leaned his head back to rest against the warm leather coated seat of Madison’s limousine, his arms crossed stubbornly.

 

Madison continued to stare at the arena as their vehicle traveled farther and farther away until it was no longer visible. The duo were on their way to visit Gentleman Jack, who had all but died in the ring early on during the Pay Per View.

 

Madison rolled her eyes. "Oh please, Leon is an old fool. A dishonest old fool.” she scoffed. “He was mad about K.D. and took it out on you. Nothing more, nothing less.” She was seated next to Dennis, one hand resting on her knee, the other wrapped firmly around the glass of champagne she had poured herself. The sound of Devil’s Night’s main event could be heard on the tablet that occupied the space between them.

 

"Maybe so, but I hardly think Leon’s sudden growth of balls is a coincidence. He attacked me after my match with Pugh and gave the belt to you. Only days after he tells his wife you two slept together. What am I supposed to think?” Young Douglas asked.

 

"That he wants what's yours. The title, among other things. We are practically a younger version of he and Alex during the time when he was on top. Only we are more united and successful than they ever were. This is nothing more than another case of an OCW star using me to get in your head. You, Dennis Black are completely transparent," Madison retorted. “If anyone even so much as looks at me, you're glaring. Like that one fan you threatened to Kick in the face. Not that I minded...he was mexican.”

 

Dennis: That was completely different!

 

Dennis defended himself angrily: And it wasn't because he was Mexican. That dirty old man didn't have to ogle you. He deserved the stares. And don't pretend as if I'm the only transparent one.

 

Madison: Okay, so maybe he wasn't Mexican. But Sophia is. She's Mexican AND finds it entertaining to flirt with my boyfriend all night to get under my skin. She's lucky we’re stablemates, otherwise I'd give that jumping bean a piece of my mind.

Madison huffed as she took another sip of her champagne. To her dismay, their limo hit a pothole and caused a small splash of the clear liquid to spill over onto the red fabric of her dress. She glared first at the little round stain it was creating, and then at the front of the limo. If looks could kill, the driver would be dead.

 

Madison: For the love of Versus!

 

"Kneesus Christ!," Dennis said in annoyance before pressing the intercom button. "Excuse me, can you please try and avoid the potholes that are the size of Porker Nevins?"

 

"I'm sorry, King Black," the young man said with a heavy Scottish accent. "I will be more careful."

 

"Thank you," Dennis responded shortly before turning his attention back to Madison.

 

Dennis: Boyfriend?

 

Madison: What?

 

Dennis: Called me your boyfriend.

 

Madison: I did no such thing. And if I did...you're a friend, that's a man. So technically I wasn't wrong. I'm never wrong. White is right.

 

Dennis: Uh huh...

[Madison Cox]

Madison groaned in frustration. Just then, the limo hit another pothole and Madison found herself being jerked to the side and ramming into Dennis. Her champagne glass slipped from her grasp and shattered on the floor. Dennis grasped her leg with one hand and the door handle with the other as the limo skidded to a halt.

 

Already angry from his argument with the leggy blond, a livid Douglas reached over to press the intercom button. Before he could reach it, the tinted window between the driver and passengers began to roll down. Madison felt herself grabbing Dennis’s hand to restrain him from strangling the poor driver.

 

Driver: My apologies King and Que-

 

Madison: Queen and King.

 

The driver spoke shakily: You see, I have never driven these roads before and I knew not that they were in such bad conditions. It is very dark and there are no lights but my own –

 

Madison affirmed, irked: No shit. This is Detroit. There's nothing good here, other than their coke.

Dennis: The soda?

 

Madison: Uh...sure. Anyway! Do you even have your license?

 

Driver: Not on me…

 

Madison: Oh? And what if we were to get pulled over? Did you think about that?

 

As the Driver spouted off apologetic response after response, the audience on the tablet erupted as Nate Ortiz triumphed over the Overlord of OCW. Dennis and Madison stared at the tablet. Frustrated, picked up the tablet and threw it at the Driver’s babbling face.

 

Madison: Shut up! I don't care how many sheep your wife slept with to get you into this country. Just get us to the hospital!!

 

The tinted window rolled up and the limo started to move once more.

 

Madison: I swear, OCW can't seem to find any useful Scottish people.

 

Dennis: We should have been there for Nate.

 

Madison rolled her eyes: In 2016 a hall of Famer just won the world title. This is exactly why I went out of my way to make sure Versus ended up stuck in Tibet. Nate Ortiz, Drago, Versus...you’re a dual Champion that's still stuck in their shadow. Both in the company and in our faction.

 

Madison: The disrespect is getting even more blatant. You become one of the few men to survive a perfect circle and Pugh steals your Thunder. You and Pugh are promoted for three weeks and Nate Ortiz just Strolls down a Riot ramp on Tuesday and is stealing the main event slot from you only five nights later. And earlier tonight, Ortiz just shuts me down as i'm trying to motivate our troops. When does it end?

 

Dennis: Nate is our friend. So is Versus. You can't blame them for OCW being unwilling to build new stars.

 

Dennis: We need to make this right. If we go to Tibet and help Versus get home, I'm sure he’ll forgive you. This is all just one big misunderstanding.

 

Madison: And If he doesn't? What if he and Nate wants me gone? Out of Revolution Inc.?

 

The limo came to a stop in front of the hospital where Gentleman Jack was staying.

 

Dennis: You should already know the answer to that.

[Madison Cox]

II

 

 

 

 

 

 

Our scene opens inside Gentleman Jack's hospital room in the same ghetto medical facility he was taken to during Devil's Night. Jack is in a body cast and up in traction. The room itself hasn't been updated since the 1960s. The only ray of sunshine in this dreary scene is Jack's close friend and confidant, Dustin White. Dustin sits at Jack's bedside, singing him lullabies that his own dear sweet mother used to sing to him as a child.

 

 

Dustin: Yo bro, I think I had too much Hennessy man

This Hennessy getting to me

I ain't gonna lie, I’m a little smizz

I'm a little drizz

But we in the club man, OOOUUU

Yea they hate but they broke though (They broke though)

And when it's time to pop they a no-show (Where they at?)

Yea I'm pretty but I'm loco (Yeah I'm loco)

The loud got me moving slow-mo (Shhh)

Ayo Tweetie, where the hoes bro? (Where the hoes bro?)

Ayo Keys, where the hoes tho? (Yo where the hoes tho?)

That other nigga, he a bozo (He a bozo)

It's M.A, you don't know hoe? (You don't know hoe?)

We got liquor by the boatload (That Henny)

Disrespect the Lyfe that's a no-no (That's a no-no)

All my niggas dressed in that rojo (Redlyfe)

I ride for my guys, that's the bro code (That's the bro code)

Baby gave me head, that's a low blow (That's a low blow)

And she make me weak when she deepthroat

I need a rich bitch not a cheap hoe (Not a cheap hoe)

They be on that hate shit, I peep tho (Yeah, I peep tho)

My brother told me fuck 'em, get that money sis (Yo fuck em')

You just keep on grinding on ya hungry shit (Uh-huh)

Ignore the hating, ignore the faking, ignore the funny shit

'Cause if a nigga violate, we got a hunnit clips (GLLLAATTT)

And we go zero to hunnit quick

 

 

Hearing these classic Irish lullabies stirs something deep in Jack's soul. As Dustin's angelic voice continues to deliver these delicate melodies, Jack begins to quietly hum along. Sensing his music is curing his friend, Dustin launches into more.

 

Dustin: Ayo tweetie where the hoes bro?

 

Overcome with emotion, a single tear begins to fall down Dustin's cheek as he gently sings.

 

Dustin: (where the hoes though?)

 

Suddenly, Jack begins to click the morphine button Dustin so graciously super glued into his hand days ago. Seeing this display of Jack's will to live, Dustin launches into another stanza.

[Madison Cox]

Dustin: I need a rich bitch not a cheap hoe!

We just them niggas you ain't fucking with (No!)

Pockets on a chubby chase and still could bag a thottie in some bummy shit (OOOUUU)

Yerr Eli, why they testing me?

Like I don't always keep the hammer next to me?

Like I ain't got a hitter to the left of me?

Like we ain't in these streets more than sesame?

If that's ya chick, then why she texting me?

Why she keep calling my phone speaking sexually?

Every time I'm out, why she stressing me?

You call her Stephanie? I call her Headphanie

I don't open doors for a hoe (Not at all!)

I just want the neck, nothin' more (Nothin' more)

Shawty make it clap, make it applause

When you tired of your man, give me call (Give me a call)

Dyke bitches talking out they jaw (Yo what you say?)

Next minute calling for the law

This 9 will have them calling for the lord (GLLLAATTTT)

They ain't getting shmoney so they bored (Man they bored)

I could never lose, what you thought?

M.A got it on lock, man of course (Man of course)

They say I got the juice, I got the sauce (I got the sauce)

These haters on my body shake 'em off (I shake em' off)

Pussy I'm a bully and a boss (man I'm a boss)

I'm killing them, sorry for your loss (R.I.P)

POCKETS O NA CHUBBY CHASE AND STILL COULD BAG A THOTTIE ON SOME BUMMY SHIT

 

 

 

Jack is now feverishly clicking the morphine button, clearly infused by the spirit of fellowship brought forth through these ancient songs that have calmed so many restless souls before.

 

 

Dustin: Shawty make it clap, make it applause

Dyke bitches talking out they jaws.

Wait Wait

This 9 will have hem calling for the lord

 

 

Jack, filled with the spirit of Versus and fueled by the music of his ancestors, is able to muster enough to strength to speak for the first time in days.

 

Jack: GLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAATTTTT

 

Dustin, overcome with emotion, begins to run around the room in celebration.

 

Dustin: Jack! You're okay, man!

[Madison Cox]

Before the celebration can continue, our scene takes a drastic turn. The buzz of helicopter blades can be heard from outside the hospital. With little warning, the glass in the room is shattered as a group of mercenary commandos in full combat gear smash through the windows.

 

Merc 1: Tango Foxtrot Charlie, we have eyes on the package. Moving to intercept. ETA to full extraction, three minutes. The candle is lit, repeat the candle is lit.

 

The team of mercenaries quickly go to work on Jack. They unhook the myriad of cables, tubes, and other equipment attached to Jack and quickly replace it with their own, more modern, less urban equipment. Dustin meanwhile just stares at the men in amazement as they carry out their task.

 

Dustin: Whoa! You guys are cool! Can I hold your gun?

 

Dustin, full of wonderment and innocence goes for one of the mercs guns. The armored man swiftly gut punches Dustin with the butt of his rifle.

Merc 2: Stand down sir! You aren't mission critical!

 

Merc 1: Easy Sanchez, the boss wants him in one piece too.

 

Merc 2: Of course sir! Sorry sir!

 

Through the commotion, only one hospital staffer has the fortitude to check on the situation. A bruised Courvoisier storms through the door. The nurse is slightly banged up, though her ego took the brunt of the punishment handed out by the Butcher.

 

Courvoisier: No sir! Uh huh! No more of this! Not on Courvoisier's watch! You white boys just need to pack up this nonsense and get on up out of here now!

 

Everyone in the room stops their mission and just stares at the obese nurse.

 

Merc 1: Take her down.

 

One of the mercenaries fires a beanbag shot directly into Courvoisier's torso. It fails to bring down the mammoth beast however.

 

Courvoisier: Uh huh honey! It's going to take more than a little bean bag to shatter this glass of Courvoisier!

 

Each of the mercenaries load non lethal ordinance into their firearms and unleash hell upon this poor woman who only wanted to heal the sick... and steal prescription pads. The scene goes into slow motion as bean bags and rubber bullets impact the hundreds of pounds of fat that envelope this sweet child of God. The rolls of fat jiggle in remarkable detail, each shot staggering the nurse. Finally the barrage is too much as dear sweet Courvoisier finally topples to the ground.

 

Merc 2: Clear.

 

The mercenaries go back to their work, prepping Jack for evacuation.

 

Merc 1: Alpha Sierra Echo One Niner Niner, this Bravo Company. The package is secured. The bowl has been packed. Repeat, the bowl has been packed. Outbound eta, ninety seconds.

 

Dustin begins to gather himself from the blow at the hands of the mercs. He looks around the room, regaining his senses somewhat.

 

Dustin: Whoa! Can I ride in your helicopter?

 

One of the men fires a single beanbag, dropping Dustin instantly. Now ready for transport, the men whisk Jack out of the hospital on his gurney and into the arms of a waiting helicopter outside. As the chopper flees the hot zone, Dustin once again regains consciousness. He reaches for his cell phone and dials Madison Cox.

 

Dustin: Madison, some guys just stole Jack. They had a helicopter and everything! It was soooo cool! I even got shot! I'm gonna look so rad!

 

Though we can't hear Madison's end of the conversation, her replies are yelled so loudly we can easily pick them up.

 

Madison: WHAT?! WHO TOOK HIM?! WHAT'D THEY LOOK LIKE?!

 

Dustin: They were these really cool dudes! They had like guns, body armor, walkie talkies, I already mentioned the helicopter.

 

Madison: WHAT DID THEY SAY?!

 

Dustin: Man, I don't remember all of it... Did I mention they had a helicopter?! Soooo cool! Man I wonder if Drago would let me take his lion for a helicopter ride?! That would be amazing!!!!

 

Madison: FOCUS YOU MORON! WHAT'D THEY SAY?! DID THEY SMELL LIKE WEED?!

 

Dustin: I dunno man, something about the bowl is packed and inbound or something... And of course they smelled like weed. We're in Detroit, everything smells like weed! And failure...

 

Madison: VERSUS!!!!!!!

[Madison Cox]

Madison hangs up the phone in a fit of rage, leaving Dustin to fend for himself. Dustin, being the survivalist and street savvy man that he is, begins to poke Courvoisier.

 

Dustin: Hey man, can I like get a ride?

 

Courvoisier is still unconscious, unable to answer. Not understanding, Dustin continues to poke the woman a bit longer.

 

Dustin: Please????

 

Dustin, annoyed the knocked out black chick won't give him a ride, begins to wander the hallways asking anyone he sees, be it patient, guest, or staff, for a ride.

 

The sound of helicopter blades cutting through air could be heard as Dennis and Madison exited the limo. She was already furious and hoped Dustin’s imagination and frequent drug use had gotten the better of him. She was wrong on so many levels. Madison shrieked as Dennis quickly shielded her from falling glass. Falling glass that didn't come anywhere near landing on her.

 

The duo stared in awe at the final moments of the elaborate extraction. Madison screamed ‘Versus!’ as the helicopter flew away from the hospital. Before Dennis could get a word in, he was being pushed back inside the limo by Madison. The limo sped off in the helicopter’s direction.

 

Moments later, Dustin comes rushing out of the hospital. He gets there just in time to see what was left of the smoke left behind by the limo.

 

Dustin: Well...shit.

 

Dustin trudges back inside the building, surveying the damage. Through the haze of broken glass and smoke he spots a vision. Perhaps it's the multiple concussions talking, but as Dustin's eyes fall upon the crumpled heap of humanity known as Courvoisier once more, his heart skips a beat. No longer annoyed that she won't answer, Dustin is now enthralled by the bbw's silence. Dustin, through a miraculous show of strength, is able to hoist the much larger woman onto his shoulders.

 

Mr. White, with his Nubian Queen in tow, exits the building. He notices an overturned little red wagon sitting by the building. Ever the resourceful one, Dustin loads his ebony trophy into the wagon and sets off to find Jack.

[Madison Cox]

III

 

 

 

Days Later...

 

 

 

 

Our scene now opens on an old, gothic building in NYC. As the camera pans around the building we see signage indicating that this building was once a sanitarium during a darker time in our nation's history. The building appears to be abandoned and in poor repair.

 

Suddenly, the whirl of helicopter blades is heard once again as the chopper carrying Gentleman Jack and his rescuers is seen swooping into the view. The craft lands on the roof of the sanitarium and the mercenary team goes to work unloading their precious cargo. As the mercs work, a team of doctors scurry onto the rooftop to aid the process. From the looks of things, these are no ordinary doctors. Each one is male, much older, with long gray hair and scruffy facial hair. Every one of these men look like they were a part of a failed C.I.A. LSD experiment in the 1960s and just never returned to society.

 

The men rush Jack off the rooftop and into the building. Once inside, we see that while the exterior of the building has seen better days, the interior has been spared no expense. Everywhere you look you see elaborate set ups of lights and equipment. Everything looks as if it came from a science fiction movie.

 

The medical team takes over, transferring Jack from his gurney onto an operating table. The mercenaries, satisfied with their jobs, head back to the rooftop for celebratory cigars and Canadian whiskey. As the doctors prep Jack for surgery we hear the beginnings of an argument being held off screen. The camera pans over to reveal what we can assume to be the lead physician yelling feverishly at a computer screen.

 

Dr. Gonzo: We can't do it! We don't have the resources!

 

The camera zooms in closer to reveal the man on the other end of the conversation as being none other than OCW Hall Of Fame member and Jack's personal savior, Versus. The OCW legend is still stuck in Tibet, it's a pure miracle that the line of communication is even open.

 

Versus: Are you high?! Do you have any idea how much money we've sunk into Project Thunder Snatch?

 

Dr. Gonzo: You blew it all on pinball machines, Italian coffee makers, and cheap sci fi movie props! Look at this!

 

Dr. Gonzo reaches for a piece of medical equipment. He turns on the device and it emits a green glow and whirling sound.

 

Versus: Yeah that looks totally badass. Now save him!

 

Dr. Gonzo: Yeah this is sonic screwdriver. Instead of buying real medical equipment, you bought us a child's toy.

 

Versus: Bullshit! You can do anything with a sonic screwdriver! You have any idea how many times the universe has been saved with one of those babies?

 

The good doctor holds it up to his head and hits the button.

 

Versus: NO!!!!!

 

Nothing happens.

 

Dr. Gonzo: See? Toy. I can't do anything with this.

 

Versus: What about that thingy over there? Now I paid damn good money for that.

 

Dr. Gonzo: Ah yes, we've been meaning to talk to you about that.

 

The doctor picks up a poorly made Star Trek replica Tricorder.

 

Dr Gonzo: I remember these. My child got one in a happy meal back in the 80s.

 

Versus: So it's not futury, life saving, miracle type stuff?

 

Dr. Gonzo: Nope, not at all.

 

Versus: So what do we have?

[Madison Cox]

Dr. Gonzo: Well... after all the money you spent on the building, the helicopter, the mercenaries, their equipment, these poorly made children's toys, the movie props, the 37 pounds of marijuana, the indoor pool, hot tub, and sauna... we've got $69.

 

Versus: Sixty nine million, ok we can work with that.

 

Dr. Gonzo: Not sixty nine million, just sixty nine.

 

Versus: Oooffff. Ok, he won't be a superhero but with six hundred, ninety thousand dollars you can at least return him to fighting shape right?

 

Dr. Gonzo: You really aren't getting it are you? Not sixty nine million, not sixty nine hundred thousand, just sixty nine!

 

Versus: Ok but for sixty nine thousand he can at least walk again right?

 

Dr. Gonzo: Put down the pipe and listen. Sixty nine! Sixty nine! Sixty nine!

 

Versus: What that poor Denega Douglas Blek has been fighting foooooooor!

 

Dr. Gonzo simply stares at Versus.

 

Versus: So what can you do for $69?

 

Dr. Gonzo: Well, it's not pretty. We can put him in this old wheelchair we found in a dumpster and maybe rig up one of the Stephen Hawking voice thingies for him. I know we have a see and say around here. That should work.

 

Versus: He can't even move his arms! How's he going to power it?

 

???: I got that covered ya lot of sorry cunts.

 

The Wildcard of Turmoil, Seb Abbott himself comes into screen.

 

Seb: Jackie boy here trusts me with his life. If any man is going to push him through the jungles of El Salvador it's me!

 

Versus: SEB!!!!!!!!

 

Seb: Aye? Who's saying that? You watching some of that kinky shit on your iPad boys? Well let ol Seb mosey up to the bar!

 

Versus: SEB!!!! It's me! It's Versus!

 

Seb walks over to the screen and sees a blurry vision of Versus.

 

Seb: Versus! How you been? How's that El Salvadorian strange treating you mate?

 

Versus: Listen to me very carefully. I'm not in El Salvador. I'm in Tibet. Madison has me stranded here. You need to come get me the hell out of here before she ruins everything! Get Jack patched up and then get over here! You have the full backing of all the resources you see around you. God speed Seb! God speed!

 

The link to Tibet ends, cutting Versus off from the outside world once again.

 

Seb: Alright you miserable cunts, you heard the man! Let's put him back together!

 

A montage kicks in showing the doctors strapping Jack, still in a body cast, into the half broken wheelchair. Another doctor comes over with a Fischer Price See N' Say and sticks it into Jack's hand. The montage then cuts to the doctors and Seb smoking weed in a hot tub with a group of questionably young women, then quickly back to working on Jack, then to the group of doctors and women doing cocaine off of Jack's body cast. The montage wraps up with the doctors, the hopefully legal women, and Seb looking at their handy work.

[Madison Cox]

Outside of the gothic building, Dennis and Madison’s limo was slowly coming to a stop. As Madison was exiting the limo, the vehicle was immediately surrounded by the crew of well armed mercenaries. Being the Saint that she is, the young Queen was unfamiliar with being in a position where she's surrounded with several men ready and willing to unload in her direction at once.

 

Seb exited the gothic building with two questionably aged scantily clad women around his arms. Madison’s eyes immediately locked onto him.

 

Madison: Why aren't you back in Detroit with the others?

 

Seb: Because I wanted to see you get shot in the face? Like that video you did in college.

 

Dennis quickly exited the limo, wearing a black lives don't matter shirt with Smythe’s face on the front, asking what Seb means. Madison rolled her eyes at Seb and looked to the armed mercenaries.

 

Madison: How this even being funded?!

 

The mercenaries speak among themselves for a moment. Eventually, they lower their weapons after realizing there wouldn't be anymore money. Seb’s jaw drops when the mercenaries scatter as quickly as they arrived.

 

Seb: You have a way of getting people to bend to your will, I'll give you that.

 

Madison: While rarely, if ever, bending myself. Glad you see me for what I am.

 

Seb: A greedy whore…?

 

Madison: Just Tell me where Jack is and I'll leave you to your felonious behavior.

 

 

 

The scene shifts to Dennis, Madison, Seb, and Seb’s questionably aged companions gathered around the damaged leader of the Gentleman’s club. Madison pinched her own nose due to the stench of Drugs and Sex. Meanwhile, Dennis LOVED it.

 

Dennis: Is someone cooking? That smells amazing! I want some.

 

One of the hopefully not so questionably aged harlots walks up to Dennis and brushes against him. Seb winks at The naive King.

 

Seb: I'm sure she’ll help you find that glorious stank, mate.

 

Madison quickly turns to the harlot and pushes her away.

 

Madison: No the hell she will not. I'll have her deported. I have the president on speed dial! Do you honestly think I'll let our champion be tainted?! What do I look like to you?

 

At that moment, Jack’s speak and say utters ‘Mooooo’.

 

Madison: Eat a dick.

 

Speak n Say: Cock a doodle doo.

 

Before this spat can continue, a commotion is once again heard from outside the building. A security camera feed is shown just feet from our group of unlikely heroes. On the screen we see Dustin White pulling his little red wagon with his large ebony goddess Courvoisier in tow.

 

Dustin: Hello??? Anyone home?

 

Madison: Oh you've got to be kidding me...

 

Dennis: Can we get back to that smell?

 

Madison: No!

 

Seb: Dustin! You hairy cunt! I knew you'd make it! Open the doors!

[Madison Cox]

Dustin and his little red wagon full of ebony pussy enter the building and join the rest of the group.

 

Dennis nudges his Queen, whispering that she needs to do the right thing. Madison folds her arms, sighing loudly.

 

Madison: Fine! Alright, you three. Well, two and a half. Jack is damn near retarded now. As The Queen’s Guard, there will be times you'll need to undergo the most dangerous of missions. Take Devil’s Night for instance, Jack almost lost his life for the war. He's a brave man.

 

Dennis: Stupid…

 

Madison steps on Dennis’s foot as she continues.

 

Madison: I need the three of you to rescue the Prophet, or as you common folks say… ‘Versus’. Last I hear, he's been volunteering at a monastery in Tibet. If these mercenaries and low rent doctors are truly provided by Versus, they may have more incite on narrowing down his exact location.

 

Madison stares at the men after they nodded. Jack continued to drool, Dustin picked his nose, and Seb sniffed under his left arm.

 

Madison: This is the part where you go and ask questions to the doctors and mercs. I'll stay here with Jack. Don't look concerned, i won't him stroll down a flight of steps.

 

Dustin: That DOES sound fun.

 

Madison: Go…

 

Dustin and Seb both shrugged before departing to speak with doctors. Well, Seb didn't. He went searching for another hand job. The man was insatiable!

 

Dennis: You're doing the right thing, Madison. Thank you.

 

Madison turned to Dennis and held out both of her hands. The two joined hands and locked eyes.

Madison: A Queen’s job is to please her King, even if it means associating with the commoners from time to time. Seb Abbot and Dustin White are crucial assets for the war to come, my King. If ensuring that your beloved Prophet returns safety...then that is what I will do. Versus will be back in New York soon enough.

 

Madison stood on her toes and kissed her King on the cheek.

 

Madison: Please tell the our driver we are ready to depart.

 

Dennis nods and releases her hands before departing to do her bidding. Madison watched Dennis until he exited the gothic building. A grin formed on her lips as she returned her attention to Jack. The Queen kneels at the side of her crippled friend.

 

Madison: Jack. Your Queen is beyond disappointed. You promised me the Butcher’s mask, yet here I am without. But I am a forgiving Queen. So I'll give you another Chance. Succeed, and you'll have all the whores you desire.

 

Madison looked over her shoulder as she slowly pulled a Beretta Pico from her purse. The slid the small pistol into a pocket attached to Jack’s wheelchair.

Madison: Find Versus With your friends, and ‘handle’ it when the time is right. Do You understand me?

 

Madison narrowed her eyes at the drooling Gentleman until his speak and say made a beeping sound.

 

Madison: Glad we understand each other. Every great revolution has had casualties...