03-13-2015, 10:59 PM
OOC - Prior to Gator's recent roleplay - "The Fuck is a Roleplay?"
"I am not afraid of an army of lions led by a sheep. I am afraid of an army of sheep led by a lion."
― Alexander the Great
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A few moments passed Wednesday Warfare...
The war can wait, can it?
The Doctor flips off the television.
It doesn't seem that way to me...
He picks himself up off of Mastermind's Thinking Chair and lights up a cigar. He blows a large puff of smoke out and it pollutes the air around him. From outside of the room, he can here a woman yelling and, what sounds like, the Violator yelling right back at her. The door swings open and in walks Maria pulling the Violator by the ear and basically throws him into the room.
"Would you keep your little troll on a leash, please?!"
FUCK you bitch! I was jus trying to help!
"You're disgusting!! I CAN'T WAIT until you people are OUT OF MY HOUSE!!"
Yes, when would that actually be, my dear?
"......"
My dear?
"I spoke with M, he's on his way to the show in Calgary and then he's going to send a plane for you. It couldn't come any quicker."
I do apologize for the inconvenience, Miss Maria. This was your Mastermind's idea, however. Please do not hold it against us.
"Just keep your pest away from my staff and away from .... anything. The plane should be here in a couple of hours."
Maria walks out the door and slams it shut behind her.
What a bitch.
What exactly where you doing that set her off?
The parking garage has like... no color to it. I shit in a bucket and was painting the walls. The brown was going really good. Then one of her fucking drivers must have seen me and went and told her. Next thing I know, she's pulling my fucking ear off and dragging me up four flights of stairs to get to you.
I see.
So, what's up, Doc? You watch Warfare?
Indeed. It was an interesting program.
Good show then?
Ha. It depends how you look at it. Mister Harrison was eliminated from the Lethal Lottery and from competing for a bit.
LH is done? What the hell happened?
CorVus entered the ring after the match, Mister Sane handed him his briefcase, CorVus cashed in on Duke and became the Intercontinental Champion. After that, CorVus and Sane turned to Mister Harrison and beat him over again and used a stun gun. He was a bloody mess by the time he quit. He'll need some time to recover.
Son of a bitch.
He spoke as well.
CorVus spoke??
He spoke.
What did he say?
I believe...
Now witness the monster you've unleashed.
Cheesy.
Ha. Ha. Indeed.
So, what now Doc? We going to rescue the rest of the Asylum from the Poe Poes?
I've already made arrangements, Mister Frodo.
A few days prior...
"You've reached the Central Intelligence Agency. How may I direct your call?"
The woman answers after the Doctor waits on hold for several minutes and goes through a few prompts.
Mister Theo Pryce, please.
"Umm. I'm sorry, sir. Mister Pryce can't be reached at the moment."
His cell number would be fine then.
"I'm sorry sir, but you're going to have to call back or I could take a message for you, have him get back to you?"
That won't be necessary.
The Doctor hangs up the phone and places his fist under his chin. The Mastermind's Thinking Chair was just that. The Doctor sat in it more times than he didn't while staying at the mansion. He did a lot of thinking there as well, just as it was made for.
Across the room, he can hear a vibrating noise on the floor. The Doctor rises up from the chair and walks across the room to it. It's a phone. Frodo's phone.
The Doctor picks up the phone and sees an incoming message is what's making all the racket. He glides his thumb across the front of the phone and unlocks it. Clicking the message, it opens up.
It's a candid photo of John Madison bending over with his penis wedged between his ass cheeks standing in the shower. Frodo must have sent the picture to Vinnie Lane and is now getting a reply.
Dude, what the fuck?
The Doctor closes the message and goes to Frodo's contact list and scrolls down to Theo Pryce's name.
Bingo.
The Doctor clicks 'Call' and the ringing begins.
I told you to lose my number.
Hello, my friend!
.................
Doctor.
Mister Pryce, it's been a long time.
It has. What do I owe this pleasure?
Well, I'm seeking a bit of legal advice, or assistance, for that matter... Call in a favor, from a King to a King?
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"I'm Gail Gigello and this is the Channel 10 News."
The camera focuses on the blonde woman behind the desk.
"Our top story, has Hell broken loose in the small town of Pleasant Valley?"
The screen switches to outside a church where hundreds of cops are outside with the entire town restrained behind them. They are all lined up outside on the sidewalk, including several of the Doctor's Asylum members. The screen switches back to the blonde anchor-woman.
"The entire town was taken into custody after local police were tipped off about drug activity which has taken over the little town. After the church was searched, hundreds of bags of methamphetamines were recovered."
The screen switches to several men carrying out bags upon bags of crystal meth from the church.
"As the police continued their search, Father Charles Midway, was found in the basement bound to a chair barely clothed. According to witnesses, a group of men stormed the town and took refuge in the town's church. After incapacitating the preacher, the men---"
The woman stops midsentence as she is handed a few more papers from off camera.
"This just in. The CIA has recently involved themselves in the investigation. Sources say that Father Charles Midway is actually retired mob boss, Boris Ivankof. He supplied the town with drugs for several months, basically controlling the entire population of Pleasant Valley with force. He has been placed in custody after the group of men have been claimed to be "undercover" operatives in a long going investigation to take Ivankof down. The men, to remain unnamed, have been released."
The Doctor clicks off the television and places the remote back on the table beside Mastermind's Thinking Chair.
Splendid.
Well, that was easy.
............
Can I have my phone back now? I was waiting on a text.
The Doctor reaches into his pocket and tosses the phone over to the Violator. Frodo swipes his thumb a few times then smiles. He immediately unlatches his belt and drops his pants and takes a selfie of his penis. He continues to fiddle with his phone with one hand and pulls his pants up around his waist.
Gator and Pals did another podcast, Doc. Want to have a listen?
Spare me, Mister Violator. The first one was enough for me.
If you say so.
The Violator buckles his pants and still staring at his cellphone he exits the room.
The Doctor stands up and once again makes his way over to the balcony. He opens the large glass windows and steps outside. As he leans over the railing, the Violator has already made his way to the outside. Something's not right though, he runs out and turns around flipping someone the finger. A large glass vase comes flying towards his head and flies past him as he ducks out of the way. It was Maria. The Doctor can't quite here what is exactly being said, but it would seem the Frodo has maybe done something else to make her angry. She was out for blood.
The Doctor laughs to himself a bit and lights a cigar.
Another podcast, Jacob? So, this is how you're spending your time is it? Making little radio shows with your friends, playing XBox without me, and going on double dates with your hunnies? You're certainly the confident one approaching the weekend. I pointed out before and you can't deny that I took you to your limits before. You can claim to be better than me all you want, Jacob, but taking me as a joke right now will only result in you failing. The Defiance does seem to be on a roll here lately. I believe everyone of you just seems to be in the right place at the right time as of late. Mister Sane having a match with the new Intercontinental Champion while holding a briefcase... Handing it over to someone else... Ha. Ha.
Defiance. The most dominant group in the XWF, helping each other out. What a team. What an alliance. Do you think that hoarding all of the titles is going to make all of you any better? They already call Sane a "Paper Champion", which means to me, no one really respects him as the X-Treme Champion. Well, if I could ever trust the Defiance, I would assume that all of my threats are depleted. However, I don't think I could ever trust them.
The Doctor yawns.
You're bored of me, are you? Bored of me. Bored of me?
Jacob, we've barely spent that much time together, my friend. You and I deserve as many matches as you and Knight have had! Bleh. That WOULD get boring. You and I at least deserve more than what we've had. Honestly, you and I are the best of frineds, right? I thought that all of this was just bantering back and forth? I know you're just being cute with all of your Defiance friends when you mock them and make them feel lesser than you. I know what bantering is. I'm sure they take no offense to your pokes here and there Jacob. I certainly don't. The connection you and I have is different from the connection you have with Mister Sane, CorVus, and Mister Fernando. You guys are like this
And you and I, are like this
See the difference? Best friends that truly test each other, Jacob. Your pals in the Defiance, they're just their to cushion your skill, not test it. They're there to, like I've pointed out before, make you look better. What are you guys planning next? Helping Mister Fernando through the battle royal to get the Hart Title? Well, duh, huh? Of course that's your plan, along with taking the Universal Title from me. Fernando is not ready to be champion, Jacob. Just as you've pointed out to me back when you and I clashed for the first time. Maybe it wasn't my time! Maybe it wasn't time for the Doctor to be champion. I was okay with that. Like you said a few short months later I was King of the XWF. Then I was X-Treme Champion. That title got me a lot further than the Television Title would have. I doubt they would have implied that "three title defense rule" if I was the champion.
No matter.
I'm the Universal Champion now, just as I will be tomorrow, Monday, Tuesday, and so forth. Am I being delusional? Was that... not a victory over you? Was that not....
The Doctor licks the tip of his finger and strikes the air with it.
... one for the Asylum? Or did winning the Universal Title mean nothing? You claim when I was the X-Treme Champion it meant nothing because of who I faced. I'm facing you now for the most prestige XWF title in the universe. Does that mean nothing? You're aware of my accolades and I'm aware of yours, and you and I are going in the history books, Jacob. The retired XWF Television Championship's last holder. It looks splendid dangling from the wall of your tophy room...
Oh no, I just realized something. I could have redeemed myself after cashing in a day early by trying a tad bit harder during my Lethal Lottery match... Oh, snap.
Right?
After all, you get a briefcase for winning right? The briefcases are getting old in my opinion... I mean honestly, sure I cashed one in, but legitimately. The way that your new boss is handing them out these days, this Universal Title I'm holding right now is starting to lose it's value. It's like an extended game of 'Hot Potato'.... No pun intended. Like I said before, to hell with Lethal Lottery. To hell with the briefcases. I should have asked your advice before I decided to go for hanging onto the X-Treme title for eleven weeks and six days, Jacob. Maybe I should have just asked for a title shot, just like you did. Well, you bought a "time slot", right? Maybe that's all I needed to do. I had title shots, not sure what they could be used for. Hell, I still have them. So in case anything happens and I miss out this Monday, I'll be back for more, you can count on that.
Are you still reading down through the transcripts? It seems like your reading a line then responding. I don't know. I think you're reading a bit too far into what I'm saying at times, Jacob. For example, I don't mind swearing. The "pardon my French" thing was a joke... Forgive me for trying to be polite to not only our viewers but to our staff in the back, sparing them from the poor vocabulary that you've obviously brought to the table. Goodness, I've heard the word "cunt" and "fuck" so much this week, I'm not sure this is going to be suitable for our family oriented segmented show or not!
Ugh.
Ha. Ha. It just seems like your trying to make fun of me some more, Jacob. Are you bantering me? A friendly nudging of the elbows
Ha.
Come now. This is a match between perphaps, the two greatest fellows to stumble into this fine federation and you're down to picking on the way that I speak? Jacob, seriously you're better than this. I'm sure of it. There's much more about you than dressing up in a full body costume of your favorite comic book character.... every single day... I'm sure of it. Dig deeper!
Past the gimmicks!
Past the glass eyes... which I no longer possess, by the way. Talk about a guy who does nothing but complain about a guy not doing his research! I haven't had the glass eye since I fought Mister WGWF you ignorant prick! Do your own research! So now you can pick on the Doctor about being a pirate.
Arrrgh, matey.
Still being cute?
All you are is a bully, Gator. From the second I came into the XWF, all you've done is put everyone behind you as you had victory after victory.
Are you going to rewind that for us too?
We heard you..... They heard me....
The first time.
Maybe this match has needed to happen longer than we've thought.
You've beaten a lot of guys in the past, Jacob, including me. But it's a new time. Have I changed? Maybe. Am I better? Perhaps. It's for you to find out, my friend. It's for everyone to finally see what we've been up to these couple of months.
"I am not afraid of an army of lions led by a sheep. I am afraid of an army of sheep led by a lion."
― Alexander the Great
Slowly and eventually bought out....
A few moments passed Wednesday Warfare...
The war can wait, can it?
The Doctor flips off the television.
It doesn't seem that way to me...
He picks himself up off of Mastermind's Thinking Chair and lights up a cigar. He blows a large puff of smoke out and it pollutes the air around him. From outside of the room, he can here a woman yelling and, what sounds like, the Violator yelling right back at her. The door swings open and in walks Maria pulling the Violator by the ear and basically throws him into the room.
"Would you keep your little troll on a leash, please?!"
FUCK you bitch! I was jus trying to help!
"You're disgusting!! I CAN'T WAIT until you people are OUT OF MY HOUSE!!"
Yes, when would that actually be, my dear?
"......"
My dear?
"I spoke with M, he's on his way to the show in Calgary and then he's going to send a plane for you. It couldn't come any quicker."
I do apologize for the inconvenience, Miss Maria. This was your Mastermind's idea, however. Please do not hold it against us.
"Just keep your pest away from my staff and away from .... anything. The plane should be here in a couple of hours."
Maria walks out the door and slams it shut behind her.
What a bitch.
What exactly where you doing that set her off?
The parking garage has like... no color to it. I shit in a bucket and was painting the walls. The brown was going really good. Then one of her fucking drivers must have seen me and went and told her. Next thing I know, she's pulling my fucking ear off and dragging me up four flights of stairs to get to you.
I see.
So, what's up, Doc? You watch Warfare?
Indeed. It was an interesting program.
Good show then?
Ha. It depends how you look at it. Mister Harrison was eliminated from the Lethal Lottery and from competing for a bit.
LH is done? What the hell happened?
CorVus entered the ring after the match, Mister Sane handed him his briefcase, CorVus cashed in on Duke and became the Intercontinental Champion. After that, CorVus and Sane turned to Mister Harrison and beat him over again and used a stun gun. He was a bloody mess by the time he quit. He'll need some time to recover.
Son of a bitch.
He spoke as well.
CorVus spoke??
He spoke.
What did he say?
I believe...
Now witness the monster you've unleashed.
Cheesy.
Ha. Ha. Indeed.
So, what now Doc? We going to rescue the rest of the Asylum from the Poe Poes?
I've already made arrangements, Mister Frodo.
A few days prior...
"You've reached the Central Intelligence Agency. How may I direct your call?"
The woman answers after the Doctor waits on hold for several minutes and goes through a few prompts.
Mister Theo Pryce, please.
"Umm. I'm sorry, sir. Mister Pryce can't be reached at the moment."
His cell number would be fine then.
"I'm sorry sir, but you're going to have to call back or I could take a message for you, have him get back to you?"
That won't be necessary.
The Doctor hangs up the phone and places his fist under his chin. The Mastermind's Thinking Chair was just that. The Doctor sat in it more times than he didn't while staying at the mansion. He did a lot of thinking there as well, just as it was made for.
Across the room, he can hear a vibrating noise on the floor. The Doctor rises up from the chair and walks across the room to it. It's a phone. Frodo's phone.
The Doctor picks up the phone and sees an incoming message is what's making all the racket. He glides his thumb across the front of the phone and unlocks it. Clicking the message, it opens up.
It's a candid photo of John Madison bending over with his penis wedged between his ass cheeks standing in the shower. Frodo must have sent the picture to Vinnie Lane and is now getting a reply.
Dude, what the fuck?
The Doctor closes the message and goes to Frodo's contact list and scrolls down to Theo Pryce's name.
Bingo.
The Doctor clicks 'Call' and the ringing begins.
I told you to lose my number.
Hello, my friend!
.................
Doctor.
Mister Pryce, it's been a long time.
It has. What do I owe this pleasure?
Well, I'm seeking a bit of legal advice, or assistance, for that matter... Call in a favor, from a King to a King?
"I'm Gail Gigello and this is the Channel 10 News."
The camera focuses on the blonde woman behind the desk.
"Our top story, has Hell broken loose in the small town of Pleasant Valley?"
The screen switches to outside a church where hundreds of cops are outside with the entire town restrained behind them. They are all lined up outside on the sidewalk, including several of the Doctor's Asylum members. The screen switches back to the blonde anchor-woman.
"The entire town was taken into custody after local police were tipped off about drug activity which has taken over the little town. After the church was searched, hundreds of bags of methamphetamines were recovered."
The screen switches to several men carrying out bags upon bags of crystal meth from the church.
"As the police continued their search, Father Charles Midway, was found in the basement bound to a chair barely clothed. According to witnesses, a group of men stormed the town and took refuge in the town's church. After incapacitating the preacher, the men---"
The woman stops midsentence as she is handed a few more papers from off camera.
"This just in. The CIA has recently involved themselves in the investigation. Sources say that Father Charles Midway is actually retired mob boss, Boris Ivankof. He supplied the town with drugs for several months, basically controlling the entire population of Pleasant Valley with force. He has been placed in custody after the group of men have been claimed to be "undercover" operatives in a long going investigation to take Ivankof down. The men, to remain unnamed, have been released."
The Doctor clicks off the television and places the remote back on the table beside Mastermind's Thinking Chair.
Splendid.
Well, that was easy.
............
Can I have my phone back now? I was waiting on a text.
The Doctor reaches into his pocket and tosses the phone over to the Violator. Frodo swipes his thumb a few times then smiles. He immediately unlatches his belt and drops his pants and takes a selfie of his penis. He continues to fiddle with his phone with one hand and pulls his pants up around his waist.
Gator and Pals did another podcast, Doc. Want to have a listen?
Spare me, Mister Violator. The first one was enough for me.
If you say so.
The Violator buckles his pants and still staring at his cellphone he exits the room.
The Doctor stands up and once again makes his way over to the balcony. He opens the large glass windows and steps outside. As he leans over the railing, the Violator has already made his way to the outside. Something's not right though, he runs out and turns around flipping someone the finger. A large glass vase comes flying towards his head and flies past him as he ducks out of the way. It was Maria. The Doctor can't quite here what is exactly being said, but it would seem the Frodo has maybe done something else to make her angry. She was out for blood.
The Doctor laughs to himself a bit and lights a cigar.
Another podcast, Jacob? So, this is how you're spending your time is it? Making little radio shows with your friends, playing XBox without me, and going on double dates with your hunnies? You're certainly the confident one approaching the weekend. I pointed out before and you can't deny that I took you to your limits before. You can claim to be better than me all you want, Jacob, but taking me as a joke right now will only result in you failing. The Defiance does seem to be on a roll here lately. I believe everyone of you just seems to be in the right place at the right time as of late. Mister Sane having a match with the new Intercontinental Champion while holding a briefcase... Handing it over to someone else... Ha. Ha.
Defiance. The most dominant group in the XWF, helping each other out. What a team. What an alliance. Do you think that hoarding all of the titles is going to make all of you any better? They already call Sane a "Paper Champion", which means to me, no one really respects him as the X-Treme Champion. Well, if I could ever trust the Defiance, I would assume that all of my threats are depleted. However, I don't think I could ever trust them.
The Doctor yawns.
You're bored of me, are you? Bored of me. Bored of me?
Jacob, we've barely spent that much time together, my friend. You and I deserve as many matches as you and Knight have had! Bleh. That WOULD get boring. You and I at least deserve more than what we've had. Honestly, you and I are the best of frineds, right? I thought that all of this was just bantering back and forth? I know you're just being cute with all of your Defiance friends when you mock them and make them feel lesser than you. I know what bantering is. I'm sure they take no offense to your pokes here and there Jacob. I certainly don't. The connection you and I have is different from the connection you have with Mister Sane, CorVus, and Mister Fernando. You guys are like this
And you and I, are like this
See the difference? Best friends that truly test each other, Jacob. Your pals in the Defiance, they're just their to cushion your skill, not test it. They're there to, like I've pointed out before, make you look better. What are you guys planning next? Helping Mister Fernando through the battle royal to get the Hart Title? Well, duh, huh? Of course that's your plan, along with taking the Universal Title from me. Fernando is not ready to be champion, Jacob. Just as you've pointed out to me back when you and I clashed for the first time. Maybe it wasn't my time! Maybe it wasn't time for the Doctor to be champion. I was okay with that. Like you said a few short months later I was King of the XWF. Then I was X-Treme Champion. That title got me a lot further than the Television Title would have. I doubt they would have implied that "three title defense rule" if I was the champion.
No matter.
I'm the Universal Champion now, just as I will be tomorrow, Monday, Tuesday, and so forth. Am I being delusional? Was that... not a victory over you? Was that not....
The Doctor licks the tip of his finger and strikes the air with it.
... one for the Asylum? Or did winning the Universal Title mean nothing? You claim when I was the X-Treme Champion it meant nothing because of who I faced. I'm facing you now for the most prestige XWF title in the universe. Does that mean nothing? You're aware of my accolades and I'm aware of yours, and you and I are going in the history books, Jacob. The retired XWF Television Championship's last holder. It looks splendid dangling from the wall of your tophy room...
Oh no, I just realized something. I could have redeemed myself after cashing in a day early by trying a tad bit harder during my Lethal Lottery match... Oh, snap.
Right?
After all, you get a briefcase for winning right? The briefcases are getting old in my opinion... I mean honestly, sure I cashed one in, but legitimately. The way that your new boss is handing them out these days, this Universal Title I'm holding right now is starting to lose it's value. It's like an extended game of 'Hot Potato'.... No pun intended. Like I said before, to hell with Lethal Lottery. To hell with the briefcases. I should have asked your advice before I decided to go for hanging onto the X-Treme title for eleven weeks and six days, Jacob. Maybe I should have just asked for a title shot, just like you did. Well, you bought a "time slot", right? Maybe that's all I needed to do. I had title shots, not sure what they could be used for. Hell, I still have them. So in case anything happens and I miss out this Monday, I'll be back for more, you can count on that.
Are you still reading down through the transcripts? It seems like your reading a line then responding. I don't know. I think you're reading a bit too far into what I'm saying at times, Jacob. For example, I don't mind swearing. The "pardon my French" thing was a joke... Forgive me for trying to be polite to not only our viewers but to our staff in the back, sparing them from the poor vocabulary that you've obviously brought to the table. Goodness, I've heard the word "cunt" and "fuck" so much this week, I'm not sure this is going to be suitable for our family oriented segmented show or not!
Ugh.
Ha. Ha. It just seems like your trying to make fun of me some more, Jacob. Are you bantering me? A friendly nudging of the elbows
Ha.
Come now. This is a match between perphaps, the two greatest fellows to stumble into this fine federation and you're down to picking on the way that I speak? Jacob, seriously you're better than this. I'm sure of it. There's much more about you than dressing up in a full body costume of your favorite comic book character.... every single day... I'm sure of it. Dig deeper!
Past the gimmicks!
Past the glass eyes... which I no longer possess, by the way. Talk about a guy who does nothing but complain about a guy not doing his research! I haven't had the glass eye since I fought Mister WGWF you ignorant prick! Do your own research! So now you can pick on the Doctor about being a pirate.
Arrrgh, matey.
Still being cute?
All you are is a bully, Gator. From the second I came into the XWF, all you've done is put everyone behind you as you had victory after victory.
Are you going to rewind that for us too?
Doc Said:victory after victory..
the Higher Power Said:victory after victory..
Universal Champion Said:victory after victory..
UNIVERSAL CHAMPION AND KING OF THE XWF Said:victory after victory..
We heard you..... They heard me....
The first time.
Maybe this match has needed to happen longer than we've thought.
You've beaten a lot of guys in the past, Jacob, including me. But it's a new time. Have I changed? Maybe. Am I better? Perhaps. It's for you to find out, my friend. It's for everyone to finally see what we've been up to these couple of months.