A Royal Welcome. November is one of the wettest months in the United Kingdom, more specifically, England. The weather is warm enough now, allowing a steady, very wet rain to accumulate. The streets slowly begin to flood with the few inches of rain suffered in such a short time. Even this being one of the wettest months, the UK doesn't see much rain throughout the year compared to some of the wetter places in the world. Unprepared for the weather, many residents have found shelter through the storm.
The Ex-Detective sits on a bench alongside the street in Birmhingham, waiting and waiting, puffing down several cigarettes in the process. The long flight from the United States is still affecting him, although he did sleep most of the way. The trip was uncomfortable. He's never been overseas before and the flight made him nervous enough to binge drink during every short waking moment along the way.
Why Birmingham? The Doctor recently had a session in Liverpool, the instant it was over, a telegram arrived to the Ex-Detective's hotel room.
My Dearest Trevor,
My session with Mister Lesnar was an absolute success! Peter tried a few shenanigans in an attempt to spoil my coronation, but unfortunately for him, he failed. So in a few short days, you'll be looking at the NEW King of the XWF!
Anywho. You are to meet me in Birmingham Friday afternoon. We'll be driving to Sweden that night for another session. Just do your own thing for a while and try and stay sober for atleast part of the afternoon. I'll find you when the time is right.
Your Friend and Doctor,
Louis D'Ville
Off to Sweden then... I miss the 'States. Man, oh man.
While the Ex-Detective continues to wait on the bench, shielding himself from the rain, an old Englishman walks hastily down the sidewalk towards him. The man is carrying a small leather briefcase and an umbrella. He takes a seat beside the Ex-Detective and closes the umbrella as he shakes the water from it. He looks over at the Ex-Detective and smiles.
"Alright?"
The Ex-Detective raises an eyebrow and peers over at the Englishman.
"You... Talking to me?"
"Well, I don't see any other chaps around, do you, mate?"
"Alright.... What?"
"Jolly good, mate, jolly good. I'm a bit on the dicky, myself. Took a young one out on the piss, turned out to be quite the slapper.. I acted a bit like a sod when I spent a penny and never returned. She WAS crackin', but I wasn't letting her near the ol' bollocks, afterall the topic was bonking this and shagging that. Ended up being quite the dog's dinner..."
The Ex-Detective looked puzzled. He looked away and reached into his coat, pulling his flask from it and taking a big sip.
"I must say, a bit on a bender yourself?"
The Ex-Detective looks over at the Englishman as he returns the flask to his inside coat pocket
"Do you have a FUCKIN' problem guy? Christ, if I want some company I'd ask for it. Bugger off? Ya get me?"
The Englishman frowns at the Ex-Detective as the two floored bus turns the corner and heads their way. He gets up and grabs his leather briefcase and looks at his watch.
"Ah. Forget it pal. I've been under a lot of pressure lately. I know you were just--"
The Ex-Detective looks back over and the Englishman is gone. Standing there instead is the Doctor!
"Doc?!"
"Hello, my friend."
"What the fuck? Where did that fuckin' weirdo go?"
"Weirdo, Trevor?"
"Yeah. The 'chap' that was just sitting next to me rambling about God-knows-fuckin'-what."
The Doctor chuckles a bit at the Ex-Detective.
"Don't be so mug, chap. Open your eyes a bit."
The Ex-Detective rubs his eyes. Am I dreaming agian? He thought.
"Well? What are you waiting for? We must be going. A few short days to reach Sweden for my next session. A rather important one once again, Trevor."
"They're always important, Lou... How long are we spending out of the 'States? This place is driving me fuckin' nuts, man."
"As long as it takes, Trevor. I go where my patients need me most. Lately, the XWF International tour is where I'm needed. This week, I have the 'Senator' John Samuels! A former King of the XWF, himself."
"King? Like you?"
"In a sense. The accolade was treated a bit differently back when he had it, but a King none the less!"
The Ex-Detective rises from the bench and begins walking with the Doctor.
"You see, Trevor. A man of such recognition such as Mister Samuels deserves more of my attention than some of the other patients I've had in the past."
"I must first send my congratulations, Mister Senator."
"Since I've joined up in this fine organization, I've noticed you in two matches. One being a a Triple Threat Match, yourself, Michael McBride, and Maverick... Now let me see. I believe Maverick came out on top on that one. Maverick and I have had a few encounters with each other in the past. We were aligned on Team Victory Forever during War Games, and although we left with the victory, Maverick really didn't have much to do with that. Recently, Maverick and I had a short sessions during a Shove-It a few weeks back, but that's quite inevitable. The highlight of that evening was Tush losing the ability to walk afterwards. Your other match was just one week ago! You are one third of the NEW XWF Trios Tag Champions! THAT is where my congratulations come in. Three very powerful figures here in the XWF have aligned to take down Team Victory Forever II! The match itself was a bit crazy, thanks to a bit of outside interference, but most of it seemed to be in your favor. I really had no intentions of assisting the winners in the match, my presence there was thanks to Mister Gilmour. It seems that no matter what happens to the man, he blindly continues his ranting and raving and his confidence always remains unscathed."
"So following your victory celebration, we're booked in a Main Event for the following Warfare. Quite a spectacle indeed! Two Kings face off for the first time against one another. Now, do not get me wrong Mister Senator, but my focus... I must say, is not soley on you. As yours should not be soley on me. Peter has been inserted as our special guest referee for this event, and if you know Peter, like I've gotten to know him, surely our session will not go over smoothley."
"Peter, how is your ear, my friend? I warned you about your possible actions during this event. If you would have simply handed over the crown I rightfully earned by winning the tournament, all of you body parts would still be fully intact. Buut... That's not how it went down, was it? You had to attempt your stupid little shenanagans. Did you see? Did you see that you cannot best the Doctor? You're playing a game that you cannot win, Peter. Now you've not only put yourself in danger, but Miss Brink as well. Without thinking twice, you knelt down to her aid. Taking your focus off of what monster could be creeping in the shadows, sneaking up behind you."
"With that said, Mister Senator, you could nearly guarantee that Peter has something planned for me. Perhaps, something planned for the both us. Not that I'm worried, I've taken care of Peter before. I doubt there's much of a concern for you either."
"Now, as for what I said earlier, don't think that I believe because you've only had two matches to date since I've been in the XWF, that I believe this is going to be a walk through the park. I know what you're capable. I know of your previous accomplishments, and I know that the Universal Champion simply wouldn't align himself with just anyone. This goes back to War Games, the draft. He chose his team carefully, then left them for dead against Team Victory Forever. So, I say again, he simply wouldn't align himself with just anyone. With the ability to pick and choose your battles in this day and age, I don't blame you for stepping forward and wanting a session with the Doctor. A true test of your abilities, my friend. A true test of my own abilities as well, plus the bonus of Peter Gilmour being in the match as well. Warfare is surely going to be epic. I hope you bring your best with you this Wednesday, Mister Senator. I wouldn't expect any less."
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