Well...at least it's not Jabberwocky..!

[Murdoc]

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The sun had not even come up. The man had not been nestled into his warm, inviting bed but for an hour and a half...two hours at the maximum. He had not even been asleep but for a mere forty-five minutes. The light sounds of relaxed breathing mingling with the buzzsaw sound of snoring permeated the otherwise still room. Nothing stirred, save for the window curtains near the bed. The shutters were cracked ever so slightly as to allow a soft breeze to waft in to prevent the room from growing too warm. He HATED being hot while sleeping. He was a hot-natured person by design, much rather preferred for a room to be cool.

The quick, sudden and abrupt sound of heavy thumping against his door led the man to jump to his feet from under his covers. The nightcap tilted ever so slightly as he stood there, wide-eyed out of surprise and a slight tinge of nervousness as he could hear the familiar voice outside his room. Blinking once or twice sleepily, spying the clock on his nightstand.

{5:15 A.M. Blimey, sir...you've terrible timing, you do.}

Opening the door to his room, he looks out and see the familiar sight before him. His employer, dressed neatly in a bedroom robe that was tied around the waist with a small sash that kept the front flaps from whipping open at the first hint of a breeze. The man staring him over for a moment, he watched as the gentleman's eyes came to rest on the nightcap perched upon the top of his head. Shaking his head in disbelief...and perhaps a bit of amusement, he turns his head and begins to head for the stairs.

{Wake a man up at 5:15 in the morn...he's off his bloody nut. And I happen to LIKE this cap. It was a gift from me mum.}

The inner dialogue continuing with himself as he dresses himself halfway decent, in any case. Adorning a simple cloth robe, nothing like The Prophet's silken fabric....he slipped on some bedroom slippers and as a last thought, threw his nightcap to the bed as he shut the door and exited his room.

By the time he reached the area that The Prophet was in, he was already speaking as if someone were there to hear him do so.

"The time has come", the Prophet said
"To talk of many things:
Of blood, of sweat, of tears past shed;
Of title reigns and kings.
And how I'll beat Ace Anderson
...in that PCW ring."

"But wait a bit", I called to him,
"Before we have our chat;
For SOME of us are out of breath,
I'm sure you know of that!"
"No worries", said the Prophet.
I thanked him much for that.

"An ambulance", the Prophet said,
"Is what he'll chiefly need:
Bandages, stitches and tape
will help him out indeed--
Whether ready, or whether not
He and I...we shall bleed!".

{It was at this point that I sat upon the couch in the den area. I had only been awake for a few scant moments, and yet he was speaking at full speed ALREADY. It was almost as if I were nowhere NEAR him. As if he inhabited the room all by himself, as if he were off in his own little private sector of the cosmos. His eyes shone wide with intensity, the wildest fervor I had EVER seen him in. Gods, he was determined.}

{Rubbing my eyes sleepily, I was greatly in need of my morning cup of coffee. The sleep still encrusted onto my eyes, I did my best to free them without scratching myself. I had done it many a time, and wished I had been a little more careful later in the day. Especially when the small welt presented itself later in the day.}

"It was so KIND of you to call
And you were VERY nice!"

{My irritation shone through rather clearly, as usually I was awake long before he was...save for this one instance. My acerbic and sarcastic tone was easily discerned. Most people would become defensive at such a tone, ready to pounce upon the unfortunate soul who dared speak it. Mr. Murdoc was no exception...USUALLY However, on this morning...his mind was elsewhere, and he thought less of it than he normally would have. It goes without saying, however, that he still managed to acknowledge it.}

The Prophet said nothing and
stared at me, cold as ice.

"I wish you were not quite so deaf--
I had to call you twice!"[/center]

{Twice? My GOODNESS, I must REALLY have been sleeping well. The night before had been DREADFULLY busy. Let's see...what was the last thing I remember? The last thing I did last night...}

{Oh yes! Last night was Mr. Murdoc's pre-victory celebration. Two dozen people had arrived early in the evening and they ALL stayed until the wee hours of the morning. I was needed to serve the drinks, the hors d'eurves and the like. Luckily, I had gotten a decent amount sleep the night previous. Nothing spectacular, but enough to keep me going until the party was over. But then afterwards, I grew EXTREMELY tired. All of a sudden, too. It simply hit me like a ton of bricks, and I slept like a babe. No wonder I was so out of sorts upon awaking...}

{While my thoughts were elsewhere, I managed to do a fantastic job keeping tabs on what exactly he was speaking of. Namely, the shocking revelation of what he planned to do AFTER he won the title belt in the coming days. A crass thought, I thought it at first. However, upon considering it, coupled with the knowledge that I had amassed over the past few months in regards to drawing 'heat' and getting such a reaction...I thought it would be the PERFECT way to do it. Still...}

"It seems a shame," I then said,
"To play them such a trick,
After bringing them out so far,
And make them cash so quick!"
The Prophet said nothing but

"Their wallets are very thick!"

"I weep for them", the Prophet said:
"I deeply sympathize."
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.[/center]

{The master's eyes seeming to fill with tears...it was not the case after a moment or so of faux sadness, his wails and sobs turned to hideous yet hearty laughter. And as for 'their wallets', it was true. I couldn't help but agree. The parent company's bankroll was indeed LARGE. What Master Murdoc was suggesting...it was heinous. It was absolutely vile and corrupt. But, it would be an interesting turn of events to see what would come of it all.}

{Mr. Murdoc's laughter echoing off into the night as he retreated to his quarters...I couldn't help but imagine what would happen come the week AFTER the upcoming pay-per-view event. The way he was acting, it was QUITE sure that he would be victorious and be crowned World Champion. And as I retreated to my room, I couldn't help but speak my prediction into the open air for all to hear.}

"O wrestlers", he'd call to them,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be facing off again?"
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
He would beat EVERY one.

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P.S.: In case you didn't know, the lyric parts are based on Lewis Carroll's "The Walrus and the Carpenter", even though tweaked a bit. The original is a must read.