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The Song Remains the Same -- Reality - Doctor Louis D'Ville - 01-29-2016 "Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results." - Albert Einstein Let's start a riot! i The highway races by the window at the high rate of speed of seventy-two miles an hour. The Ex-Detective flicks a cigarette out the window and reaches behind him and pulls a large bottle of whiskey from the back. After chewing off the wrapper and twisting the cap off with his teeth, he tips the bottle back and takes several gulps. He crosses his eyes and watches the bubbles float upward, staring through the whiskey and down the highway. [Just like old-times], he thought to himself. [Just like, fucking, old-times.] He squeezes the bottle between his legs and relaxes back in the seat. He reaches up and turns on the radio, but, just as it always has, only gives us static. Disappointed, the Ex-Detective turns the knob back to the off position and remains driving in silence. The questions have been swirling in his head for days. Just like before, the time before that, and the time before that, you have to ask yourself... [Why?] ii The Ex-Detective sits alone in a corner booth smoking a cigarette and sipping at a glass of whiskey. A grotesque looking individual walks in the front door and approaches the bar. They're dressed in black from head to toe and as they walk their figure flickers like they were taken from an old film. It's indecipherable to tell the gender of the person, their face is mangled and rearranged to the point you can barely tell they're human. The barmaid stands towards the opposite end filling a drink when she notices him. The cuts up and down her forearms and wrists stick out like sore thumbs through her milky white skin. She drowsily finishes filling the drink and approaches the new visitor. He didn't notice the visitor at first, but took notice when the barmaid reached out and pointed in his direction. The grotesque figure peered over and nodded to the girl and began walking over. The Ex-Detective tips the small glass back and finishes off what whiskey was left. He slams the glass down rattling the ice around the bottom of the glass like a pair of dice. The figure in black walks around a couple of tables and then straight to the corner booth where the Ex-Detective waited. Sitting down across from him, it spoke to to him in tongues. With the natural translator in his mind, the Ex-Detective knew exactly what was said. "You know why I'm here." The voice was just as grotesque as the face the Ex-Detective was staring at. He knew who this was. He knew exactly who it was. It's not the first time they've met. "Yeah." The Ex-Detective fingers the bullet hole in the side of his head and itches his brain. There's a large pucker sound when he pulls the finger out to reach up and light another cigarette. "Do I require an escort this time, or can I just pop in?" "Due to your histories, we think you'll be able to find your way there yourself." It crawls back out of the booth and stands up beside the Ex-Detective. "You know he hates to wait." The Ex-Detective rolls his eyes and shoo's the dark figure away. It glitches it's way through the bar and out the front door. The Ex-Detective leans over towards a window and pulls the curtain away from it. Looking outside, he sees pitch darkness. No sky above and no ground below, as if the building was just floating in space. "At least it's not raining out." iii The bottle drops back down from his line of sight and he places it back between his legs. The bottle is half gone already and the Ex-Detective feels nothing. Almost like the booze was meant to keep him alive, not drunk. The fistful of painkillers he bought from a stranger at the last place he stopped for gasoline relaxed him a bit, but he still felt as if he was on fire. "What do you say, Lou....?" He noticed the Doctor sitting next to him in the passenger seat. Hello, my friend. You always pick the best methods of travel, do you not, Mister Dedntik? "There's a drink limit on trains." The Doctor chuckles out loud and takes the bottle of whiskey the Ex-Detective is handing over to him. "So, where to this time?" The Doctor finishes swallowing a few chugs from the bottle and puckers at the taste. Trade Union Sports Palace. The Ex-Detective stink-eyes the Doctor. "... And where the fuck is that?" Nizhny Novgorod, Russia. The Ex-Detective sighs to himself and shakes his head. "We're already here, aren't we?" The Doctor nods with a smirk across his face. It must've been after the Ex-Detective had stopped to fuel up that the Doctor decided to make his move. We've always been here, my dear Trevor. We've always been right where this fine federation needs us. Well, sometimes it doesn't appear so, does it? Miss Riot, let's talk about the wrong places and the wrong times. The Doctor has never been that. Ever. You coming off of a bad week, being placed in a match with the good doctor, and taking the stipulation we have? Yeah, I should definitely be watching myself. The pink haired little monster needs to learn that she's not the only monster roaming around in this Universe. You've already explained that you know all about me, my dear, so I'll refrain to go into much detail, but I've been around the bend several times. I've won championships JUST like you, although, I carried them a bit differently.... My name is Doctor Louis D'Ville and I am the King of the XWF. KING, my dear. The search party you've sent out, the way you've reached out to the internet, it was all very cute. We can definitely see how excited you were to have a chance to have a session with the Doctor. It's a fine way to step up and show the world how strong you are. There's no need to worry, dearest. The Doctor is on his way to the arena AS we speak and he's prepared for whatever you're bringing to the table. It's unlikely that I'm going to be made an example of after your display against Austin Fernando. Mister Fernando once challenged me for the Xtreme Title, as well. But, as you know, after beating you he is now a ONE-time XWF Xtreme Champion. This Saturday, at Snow Job, is definitely a chance for every single XWF superstar to look strong and win over a little bit more recognition, hm? The gauntlet match later in the night, your chance to be the last entrant.... I can see where your excitement is coming from, my dear. I think your excitement, however, is just a camouflage for relief. Well, it's time to start sweating again. The Doctor was just unaware that he had to check-in everyday on his way to Palace. I'll be honest with you, Miss Riot, the Doctor couldn't care possibly any less about the whereabouts of feelings the fellow XWF'r's have for him. I am the KIng, and whether the good people like it or not, that's just the way it is. It's hard to run into a fellow or lady who doesn't respect the good doctor for what he does though. I've never seen one, anyway. So, here it is, I'm checking in, Miss Riot. Call off the search parties and call off Plan B. The Doctor is in. Unfortunately for you, you'll probably end up being just a random number in the gauntlet match now. You definitely won't be last... For now, my dear, I'll let you poke around my long-awaited comments, and I very much cannot wait for Saturday to finally meet you. As for the rest of my friends, don't be shy and stop by anytime. The Doctor's doors are always open.