In a dark room, DeShawn laid motionless on a cold, hard table. He could hear a soft hum, and could make out illuminated panels along the walls, but that was the extent his senses could calibrate to his surroundings.

He struggled to move his arms, legs and even his head because he was stuck in place by some invisible force. Suddenly, the table begin to silently raise and tilt forward, allowing him to get a better view of the room.

But it wasn’t the room that caught his eye, rather it was the tall, imposing being standing before him. Its long, dark hair was flowing over his shoulders, and its black eyes stared directly at DeShawn.

“Hu-mahn,” the Draconian stated in a deep voice. “You are the one they call DeShawn of Memphis.”

DeShawn was unable to speak.

“Other hu-mahns listen to you,” it continued. “You choose to undermine my existence, and this will be no longer allowed.”

The Draconian took a step forward and scowled at Golden Pro Wrestling’s color commentator.

“I have brought you aboard my vessel in order to convince you of my legitimacy.”

The table DeShawn laid upon silently turned 180 degrees so that he was facing the other way. Looking in a new direction, DeShawn was now gazing out of what appeared to be a window.

Outside the window was the planet Earth.

Beautiful, majestic, and amazing. Earth.

The Draconian walked to the side of DeShawn so that he was also looking outward toward the blue, green and brown globe. Large systems of clouds sporadically held place in its atmosphere.

“Pathetic, isn’t it?” the Draconian asked. “You hu-mahns spend so much time worrying about yourselves and each other. Completely devoid of perspective.”

The Draconian stood silently for a moment before turning to DeShawn, still frozen in place on the tilted table.

“DeShawn of Memphis, during future competition, you will not undermine my legitimacy. Do you understand?”

DeShawn could feel his head become movable.

“Do you understand?” the Draconian repeated.

“Ye… yes,” DeShawn struggled to reply.

“Then I shall return you.”

What light there was in the room disappeared and it became pitch black. DeShawn lost all sense of space and self for a moment before realizing he was no longer on that table.

He could feel the soft mattress underneath himself, and realized he was back in the bedroom of his Memphis home.