LH Harrison stands across the room staring at the bald-headed doctor sitting behind the desk. His icy eyes locked on LH's.

The room is very dark as the doctor draws the blackout curtains down. The only thing providing light is the fire that crackles beside him. He rises up and looks all around him, he sees to his right the Doctor sitting back in a chair, waiting for him.

Wh-… what’s going on?

Well you’ve been given another destiny, my friend! You once thought that an angel entered your dreams and told you to Cleanse Madness did you not? Well I’m afraid to say that that angel… wasn’t quite who you thought it was.

It… wasn’t an angel?

The Doctor invites LH to take a seat in the chair in front of the desk. LH stumbles over as the doctor smiles that twisted smile at LH while turning his icy eyes towards the legs of LH. LH staggers over to the chair and takes a seat. A look of great interest is frozen on the face of the doctor.

The legs seem to take the longest to recover. They were dead when he woke up and he nearly fell on his face.

The doctor leans back and seems to be dissecting the man in front of him with his eyes.

The doctor’s smile resumes as he continues looking him over.

Yes. Yes that was something I came up with. What better way to rid my brand of three pretend-demons? And you did an admirable job, my patient. You defeated Cain and banished him to the other brand. You competed competitively against Enigma and nearly eradicated him as well. As soon as you made your intentions known, Sebastian Duke has been nowhere to be seen. All of that thanks to you. So job well done, my friend.

You… you controlled me?

Did I? I merely nudged you in the right direction my friend! You were completely under your own accord. Then you seemed to be unfocused. Well… unfocused here. Although elsewhere you seemed awfully busy.

LH looks at the doctor as if not understanding the doctor. The doctor smiles and meets his gaze.

Don’t think of me as a fool Mister Harrison. There are few things I do not know of. Especially not when it deals with a patient of mine. Oh, I knew there was something special about you ever since we first crossed paths. That battle royal was fate for us. A doctor meets his patient.

So you’ve been in my head from the get-go? Why me? Why target me?

Something about your innocence, Mister. But I think we both know that that innocence isn’t quite what it is, is it? Shall we go into what you’ve been upto the entire time you’ll been in the XWF? Or why it is you’re actually so nice?

LH looks at the floor and realizes the doctor knows what he’s tried so hard to hide.

However, this is more about the future. I care not for what you did in your past unless it pertains to our future together.

And what is our future together, doctor? Why have you brought me back from…

The Doctor smiles.

LH chokes on it and nods.

Well, you were a viable asset in the match against Team Theo. Even if the captain of the other team did jump ship before it began to sink. But… after the tragedy with your family… I felt it was imperative I tracked you down againfor another round of treatments. This time, you’re in my debt. As my patient you shall be not controlled by me, but merely… advised.

LH and the doctor meet gaze and stay there unblinking. LH looks away momentarily before nodding.

Now let’s get down to business. There are some… issues we must handle. Now I believe there was a list in which you hadn’t yet completed?

That’s right. There’s one name yet to cross off of it.

Good. Considering I already know the name, that one will take some time to build up to. However, there are two others that we must deal with first. Both of which you already have issues pertaining to. Care to guess?

Peter Gilmour and Morbid Angel.

The doctor smiles.

I’m glad we’re on the same page. I believe this will be a beautiful friendship.

I must say that this is so surreal. I… I’m not sure how to react.

You're welcome, friend.

Harrison sneers at the doctor before gripping his chair arms until his knuckles turn white.

Hey Doc?

The Doctor looks over to Harrison.

You brought me here... I was dead. Is it possible that you could --

Dead? Mister Harrison you were far from 'dead', my friend. You were only trapped somehwere lacking the key to get out. I just provided you with a key.

What I really want is my wife back…

The doctor’s stare bores a hole through the head of LH Harrison.

What's done is done, Mister Harrison. We've all made sacrifices along the way for a great good on the horizon. It's you're time to shine now with NOTHING in the world to hold you behind. Just one thing left.

The doctor reaches into a drawer in the desk and pulls out a huge contract and drops it on the desk. The papers hit the table with a thud. Dust flies off the contract and table. The doctor pulls out large feather... He points to a place on the second sheet.

Let's just sign off on a few things to be sure that when our mission is complete, you will get everything you're entitled.

LH Harrison goes to sign it, but nothing comes from the feather... He looks at the point of it and tries again. Nothing once more. LH looks at the doctor expectantly. The doctor is smiling devilishly at him.

Try one more time.

LH looks around before trying again. This time it writes in a dark red ink. The doctor watches as LH Harrison signs his life away on this binding contract. As soon as Harrison dots his "I" the Doctor snatches up the contract and throws it back into his desk and slams the drawer closed.

Now. With that out of the way. Could I offer you a drink?

The scene fades to white...

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PRESENT DAY

Well, well, well... if it's Mr. Gilmour himself. How are you doing, Gilmo? Enjoy your holidays? Enjoy filling your chipmunk cheeks full of nuts and sweets? I hope so. I hope you had the best holidays ever. I hope your wife/fiance/girlfriend gave you everything you wanted for Christmas including a pair of nuts. After all, I've been patiently awaiting your first promo. Since you've decided not to open your gullet, let's discuss things we know about Peter Gilmour.

First off, he has a superdick. That's right folks, a super dick. His little Peter is now hanging around the neck of Morbid Angel because he was too much of a whiny twerp to bother putting up a fight. He knew Morbid Angel would kick his butt so rather than take the challenge on head-on... he curled up into a ball and pleaded for Morbid to stop hitting him so hard. You'd think a man would try to keep his manhood a little more.

But enough about the fallacy of Peter actually having man-parts, let's talk about why I'm going to beat you black and blue, Gilmo. The fans of the XWF will never forget, but Peter Gilmour may have forgotten this next issue. You see, Peter Gilmour killed LH Harrison. He didn't just beat me, oh no. He buried me under the foundation of a building with a group of deranged lunatics. A murderer! I would've gladly raced you outside and then pinned you there, but no. You wanted to bury me under a haunted house. Who does that? What kind of person just buries someone under a mountain of rubble and smiles while he does it?

You thought you had gotten rid of me, Peter Gilmour, but let's face it. I'm not going anywhere except straight to the top of this federation. Oh, Gilmo? You're a stepping stone for the returning dominance of LH Harrison. Bow down, Gilmo. Bow down before I have to eradicate the XWF of your very existence. Not that anyone will truly care if you're gone. In fact, I know many people that wish you would just tuck your tail between your ham-like thighs and take off for the hills. However, I don't see a brickhead like you taking a hint like that.

So now it's your turn, Gilmo. Tear into me. Give me something good to watch. Entertain me, you little cakewalk. Whoa, calm down Peter. I know I said 'cake,' but it's no reason to have that boner at full staff.

See you soon, Gilmour.