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Doctor Louis D'Ville · (01-30-2017)

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WHEN DOC MET SOLDIER

It's no mystery that the good doctor, Louis D'Ville, has had countless adventures throughout all of his travels across this UNIVERSE. His winded tales from his past, haunted chronicles from his sessions, and legendary archives from his many encounters on the battlefield. Some have been shared, while others remain as skeletons until they day they'll finally be brought to light.

Across time, it's no mistake that he's encountered numerous foes. Enemies that he would forever be the thorn in their side, or worse, their undoubted, undisputed KING. Where they would never escape the imprisonment and the fact that they are no where near his equal, but petty peasants that can hardly withstand the cast of his shadow. It was rare for anyone to get under the doctor's skin, however. It was his duty, after all, to take each troubled individual under his wing as his patient and cure them of their ailments. Becoming IMpatient or angry with his patients would not only go against a once sworn oath, but would take him several steep steps backwards.

Along with his long list of foes, his good gestures have not left him absent of some of the most dearest friends. You all remember the Ex-Detective, don't you? What about Benjamin? The doctor loves to travel and has rarely gone without a companion to do so with. Based from what we've recently learned about Doc, it's like his existence was all based off certain rules and stipulations. At one point required the presence of the former mentioned. Lately, the doctor has seemed to have been on a 'free ride', somehow appearing outside his office walls without the need of an 'anchor'.

As friendly as he is, though, he's never truly locked himself into the tag team division in his long XWF campaign. With Doc's success and constant participation in singles competition, it was hardly necessary for him to seek a partner or even look towards a Tag Team Championship run. Everyone was eager to step forth and try to prove they can dance with the Doc, but no one ever seemed attracted to his corner.

This is the tale of how two of the most dangerous, most successful, and most renowned XWF competitors joined forces and took the tag team division by hellstorm. Yet to be defeated, the team now known as Doctor SATAN! swept a tournament which rewarded them the tag team gold and followed through flawlessly with one title defense and now they plan to do the same with the one around the corner.

It was late August and Unknown Soldier was the current and undeniably showing as the best XWF Xtreme Champion ever. He acquired two briefcases in his six month reign that wouldn't end for another two months, which he still carries around with him today. Literally destroying anyone and everyone that even crossed him, he appeared on the very top of the XWF for several months, but even while sitting on top of the world... Something troubled him.

Unknown Soldier became extremely fascinated with Ghost Tank and Clostridium difficile, or C.diff. Actually, it was less of a fascination and more of an obsession and less about GT and more about C.diff. He was obsessed with becoming infected with the disease.

After several failed 'attempts' to gain the disease, he became convinced there was some kind of conspiracy preventing him from doing so. A conspiracy involving the Russian government not only using their greasy paws to meddle with the Presidental election his girlfriend, Hillary Clinton, was running in, but more importantly, somehow preventing Unknown Soldier from getting the disease. Either that, or it was completely psychological. One way or another, Soldier was bound to find out.

Unknown Soldier looked to the good doctor to dig deep into the dark crevaces of his own mind and discover what ever it was, if ANYTHING, that was going on inside Soldier's head... Or at the very least find out IF he has the virus in his body; and/or why he couldn't get infected. Doc's doors were, of course, open to new patients and once the doctor realized the distress was in, he did his best to make himself easy to find.

This flashback takes us a couple weeks later. The XWF Tag Team Titles were vacated due to a breach in the XWF Laws in regards to being a cunt and were going to be awarded to the winners of a one night tournament being held on Warfare. Now, like we talked about, the doc never really jumped into a relationship with anyone in the XWF, .... besides his beloved ASYLUM, of course, but that's a ANOTHER story... so he was slightly skeptical of the whole thing. He was most definitely bored. With Scully as the reigning, non-defending UNIVERSAL Champion at the time, there were enough dogs barking up that tree... Besides, it was inevitable that, someday, the doctor would most definitely be in that hunt again. He was patient. What to do NOW though?

Unknown Soldier speeds down route 666 at 66 mph at approximately 6:66PM. He weaves around around the cars, trucks, and tractor trailers like they were going in slow motion and flips each one off as he goes by. Greggo sits naked in shotgun and tries to mushroom stamp every windshield as they drive-by, but even with his massively large hard-on, Soldier never seems to get close enough for him to do so. It still creates some amazing reactions from the occupants of the other vehicles, though.

Soldier is a skilled multi-tasker. As he drives, he steers with one hand, shifts with another, and cuts up exactly 66 lines of crystal meth in between shifts. He pulls an empty paper towel roll out from the backseat that's been secured and stabilized with laminant and shoves it up one nostril and in one fell swoop sucks the board dry of all of it's narcotics. Soldier let's out an old Comanche war cry and slams the vehicle in 9th gear (?!) and speeds to speeds that make each passing vehicle a blur. Only a moment goes by before Soldier loses control of the vehicle after the slightest bump against another car. It spins uncontrollably around and flies down a bank off of the highway. It's airborne for most of the ride down, but when it is grounded, Soldier and Greggo's heads are bashing together and off the roof of the inside of the car.

They come off the bank and onto an abandonded train depot where the car continues to barrel over a series of railroad tracks towards the old building. It smashes through the brick and finally stops after half of the vehicle ends up in the building.

Soldier and Greggo are fine. They sit and look at each other for a moment as the smoke and debris clears, before Soldier kicks out the windshield in one, perfectly-efficient donkey kick to send it flying down the hood of the car in one piece. The duo crawl out and stand on each side of the vehicle.

"What the fuck is this place?"

Soldier walks to the front of the vehicle and admires the huge blaze in the far side of what appears to be a small, quaint office. Marble floor that echoes with every step. Thick, oak bookshelves that reached a mile high and stretched the same distance across the room. A desk and couch placed by themselves near the center of the room.

The blaze stretches out across the floor and in a gust a shadowy figure emerges from the flame. The figure forms into a man in a bright, white suit and a derby hat.... His footsteps unheard, he approaches the Greggo and Soldier and steps out from the shadows.

"Hello, my friends!"

They look at each other and wave to the good doctor. Doc laughs and motions for them to sit on the couch facing his desk as he makes himself comfortable behind it.

The environments completely different from the one they left on the outside. Soldier glances around, confused at the immaculate setting before him, then looks over his should to see the car, still indeed, lodged into the brick wall. No daylight peaks through the destruction now, however, a red haze, even heavier than the one that occupies this very room, blinds the naked eye to see beyond the wall itself. Soldier and Greggo oblige and take a seat on the couch as the doctor generously pours three drinks the tosses two to each of them. They perfectly reach their hand without spilling a drop.

Soldier smells the concoction while Greggo dips his exposed wang into it and somehow sucks the juice up with it.

The doctor looks in near amazement at the feat, but directs his attention back to Unknown Soldier, his most honored guest. Soldier holds the drink in his hand and stares back at the smiling doctor before finally setting it back on the desk.

"And who the fuck are you?"

"Say what? Don't tell me you don't recognize me, my dear Soldier."

Soldier squints and ponders for a minute. Even through the excitement of crashing through an entire brick structure and probably causing several accidents on the highway... he was still pretty fucked up from all those drugs he piledrove not a few short minutes ago. His vision and mind sync for a moment and Soldier's eyes light up.

"Fuck! I've been looking for you!"

"Have you now?"

"Doc, I need a doctor!"

The doctor smiles even wider. Greggo is now off the couch and wondering around the office admiring all of the good doctor's sculptors and paints scattered sporadically around.

"What ails you, my friend?"

Soldier stands up and stretches across the table.

"C.diff."

Doc cocks an eyebrow.

"I beg your pardon?"

"C.diff, Doc. I need it!"

He looks his newest patient up and down.

"Well, it's already obvious to me that you don't shower... That's probably a decent start."

The scene is not a scene your used to seeing. Most definitely, not. The mahogany furniture, the fire a blaze in the corner... The quiet, peaceful setting within the walls of Doctor D'Ville's office. This is nothing like that. Instead, we're taken by surprise with a laboratory of some kind. Large devices and robotics work diligently as some transport chemicals from beakers to other beakers and from those beakers to tubs where several other robotic arms do their part to mix everything together. Across the room, Doctor D'Ville stands over a completely nude Unknown Soldier, who lies flat on a cold, metal bench. Doc's wearing a long white lab coat with a pair big black rubber gloves on his hands. He looks closely at Soldier eyes via flashlight and walks away pulling the gloves from his hands one by one.

"Well, it seems the time is upon us now, isn't it?"

He throws the gloves down onto the table and rests his hands, leaning down onto it.

"After two straight weeks of the doctor not only beating but DESTROYING these two members of Havoc, here we are. Just a few short days of not a repeat. No, not at all! I've told you boys once that I HATE reruns. This Wednesday, it's going to be totally different from the previous encounters that you two have had with me, or with Doctor SATAN! for that matter. You walked into this FINE federation with chips up on your shoulders. You're walking into Rio knowing you're in far, FAR over your heads. If I didn't knock them off of you during our first session, well, you can guarantee there's going to be nothing left of them after our next one."

Doc pulls a cigar from inside his lab coat and lights it up and walks back over to his lifeless partner on the bench.

"As you can see, I have a little issue here myself. Bringing a fellow like this, demi-demon or not, back to their fullest potential after 666 overdoses of methamphetamine is a jaunting task, even for the GREATEST doctors, and well, I'm not that kind of doctor. Know this, though, even if my tag team partner isn't to his fullest potentional at Warfare, you're still up against the wall. You're still just two tiny little bugs crawling across the floor avoiding to be squashed. It has shocked me though, after all of the hooting and hollering that went on even after I cradled in my arms a bleeding, hollow Ronnie Cage, that neither of you have stepped forth yet. Against all odds or not, I thought you guys were IT? Huh? Where is the champion calibur? The awesome collaborations? The years upon YEARS of teamwork? Where are the BAD ATTITUDES? Where is the HAVOC?! I'll tell you where they are, my friends, they're home. They're home because they know the facts. And facts are facts. There is no need or any reason to be preparing for a beat down. No need to train for a suicide mission. Facts are facts. They've been beaten once, beaten twice, and now I'm going to take Havoc out once and for all."

He pinches the cigar between his teeth and returns to the table where his gloves lie and throws them back on each hand.

"I'll follow up with this, too, because I seem to have been on a roll with you all. You should phone your pal David Stone, because once he pokes his head out of the rabbit hole again, I'm hacking it off, too. You boys have definitely put yourselves in a predicament and I think you're well aware of that."

Doc begins plugging in IV's into the arms, legs, and chest of Unknown Soldier. He then walks over to a refrigerator and opens the door. Inside are assorted jars filled with fluid and floating organs... Everything from hearts to lungs to kidneys... The doctor looks over the selection and looks back to his patient lying on the bench across the room...

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