The Golden Touch

 :: In the Vegas Golden Knights locker room:: 

Laurent Brossoit: "I haven't been in the League for almost a year, I'm feeling the emotions, coach.:

Bruce Cassidy: I understand. We'll keep the pressure off as best we can and let you get settled in there.

LB: Thanks for saying that coach, I'm sure when I get in there I'll mellow a bit.

BC: You'll do great. Hey, I need to go do some press, I'll leave you with your thoughts.

{From the steam room, a robed figure emerges }

Robed Figure: Good day, newly christened Knight of Vegas.

LB: Um....It's the Golden Knights...

RF: NAY! You are merely the Knights, but it is I, King Midas who make you truly Golden.

LB: Have you... been here the whole time?

Midas: YES. How do you think that this team immediately played for championships? It was my Golden Touch!

LB: Uh huh. Didn't you kill people with all that gold? 

Midas: I've gotten very good at this. Pacioretty was only injured, I didn't kill him. Now, let me deign you a Golden Knight to make you greater than you have ever been! 

:Before Brossoit can move Midas taps him on the pads, turning them and his jersey a brilliant gold:

{2 games later}

BC: I don't know what it is, Laurent, you've come in and been sharp since you returned. You've really kept us in these two games. 

{Brossoit sits with a small smile on his face. Midas bursts forth from the steam room}

Midas: GOLDEN KNIGHT! I could see that before, you held doubt, but now do you see that I am the key to your success?

LB: I'm a believer now! But what's in it for you?

{Midas squints}

Midas: I need soldiers to help me overthrow Caesar. The time is coming nigh to storm his Palace.

LB: Wait.... you want to raid... Caesar's Palace? 

Midas: YES! 

LB: And if I said no?

Midas: Then I shall banish you to the hinterlands!

{Meanwhile, in Buffalo}

Midas!