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"Shadow...." Foley says, not bothered about Esoteric at all. "....I wasn't expecting him to do what he did to me. I thought after, Shadow, saved me and Heyman from The Damones on Burn that we were all on the same wavelength.....obviously, Shadow, has something else going on in his warped little mind."

Tavarius was about to speak before Eso's outburst. While security dragged Eso's a** to inject him with some tranqulizers, Tavarius stuck a hand on his head while he shook it in defeat. "God damn-it, you just HAD to say his name. I have to call the Office now for extra weed."

Tavarius then jumped back to questioning Mick.

"We all know that Smelly MoFo's a crazy b*****d but what was the deal you cracked with him? Was it money? A title shot? Power? Women?" He then gave Mick a weird look. "Men?"

"Everyone's unsure of that guy. Except for Eso, who is sure that he hates him like burning sensations."

"So one more question about our shadowy figure and then we'll get onto better things, like us. Do you think Shadow will become EEW's new World Champion?"

Tavarius gave Foley a stare

"Of course you'd say something like that."

Then he turned to the camera with mock enthusiasm.

"WELL! WITH ANY LUCK, ESO SHOULD HAVE CALMED DOWN BY NOW, RIGHT?!"

A figure in a green hooded cloak walked onto the stage. He spoke in a slow, low voice.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I am the druid. Next week, I shall be answering any questions you might have. Send them in. If you want answers. I can guide you onto the path of divine kings. All you must do is join the Gathering led by the Inquisition."

Druid turned his head to Foley

"Heh..."

The Camera faded out.

((Sorry Cart. Time for the next episode))

A man walked onto the set, dressed in a crimson, velvet robe. His hood covered the entirety of his face, and his hands were well hidden inside the robe itself. He took off the white sheet covering his throne, revealing a throne made of inter-woven vines and tree branches, capped with a red satin seat. Sitting down in his throne, the man took down his hood, revealing himself to be Tavarius with a tree of life tattooed on the right side of his face, extending from his neck all the way up his jawline and around his right eye.

"I am the Prophet, bestowing upon thee a holy message, blessed by a thousand flaming tongues and fueled by divinity. If thou shall listen, thou shalt be lifted high to reap the spoils of which has been promised."

He turned his head to the Druid and spoke, "But thou spoke true of crowns, and indeed that is what we seek, for crowns bring followers, and followers bring atonement in the guise of blessings." Then he looked back at the cameras. "But while kindness may be rewarded, heracy will bring judgment, swift and deadly as the thief in the night to strike thee down and to be trampled to the ground like a flower on the road of merchants, its seeds to never be scattered across the open field. Heed this warning, for I am the Prophet, and my sight is not blind."

Druid placed his hood back on his head as Prophet ditto'd.

"Now back to our regularly scheduled program..."

The scrren went to static, and when it cleared out the image turned to the normal set of God's Angry Men, With Eso and Tavarius sittong in thier bean bag chairs, a 3 foot purple bong between them. Nobody fresh sat quietly on his stool as Eso hopped up. He back a bowl into the Bong's stem and looked at the crowd.

"Ladies and Gentlemen welcom to God's Angry Men. I'm Esoteric and as always my homie Tavarius. Tonight we got a special guest, and this ***** is about to get the green on my weed which is an honor. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome this week's suprise guest!"