"It is the Higher Power which does everything, and the man is only a tool. If he accepts that position, he is free from troubles; otherwise, he courts them."
― Ramana Maharshi
It's great to be King...
It was a dark and stormy night.
The air was thick and tensions were tight. The Universal Title was on the line and the entire world watched as Gator defeated Morbid Angel and became the XWF Universal Champion. All the hard work. All of the Television Title defenses. All of the time Gator committed to the XWF and, prior to the XWF, J-Pro Wrestling. Everything that Gator has done in his career built up to this moment. Gator's moment.
Quote:DISASTER DROP! From the top rope!
Both men hit the mat hard! They’re not moving.
Gator is stirring.
He throws an arm over Morbid Angel! The referee goes for the count!
1…
2…
THREE!
Justin Roberts: The winner of Fall Number Three and NEW Universal Champion… GATORRRRRRRRRRRR!
The crowd is going nuts! The referee walks in with the title belt. Gator slowly gets to his feet and the referee hands him the belt and raises his hand! He climbs the turnbuckle and begins pumping his fists!
Morbid Angel slowly gets to his feet.
Gator and Morbid Angel are standing after a phenomenal match. The two men nod at each other, but neither looks ready to extend a hand. Gator’s theme song begins to play as he holds the title belt up over his head!
The Doctor smiles as he remembers that very night. It shocked thw world around him and sent waves throughout the entire XWF. Everyone that expected of of the two men in the ring to walk away the champ that night, were extremely disappointed. As everyone stood on their feet and cheered on their anti-hero Gator, the arena went black, and the Asylum emerged from the back. An army of misfits surrounded the two men and picked them apart. Gator, a beaten and battered mess after the long match with the Universal Champion, stood in the ring and nearly defended the attack from the Asylum. But the numbers were too great and he fell to their power in numbers, which shortly after led to the loss of his title due to a cash-in. Morbid Angel, betrayed by his 'followers', has not been seen since that very night. LH Harrison, the man behind the mask of Hysteria, revealed not only his true identity, but the actual Higher Power. Someone he has been working very close with since Morbid Angel destroyed LH's life back when they joined forces at War Games. Someone he knew could aid him in his revenge. The Doctor. The King. The new Universal Champion, Doctor Louis D'Ville.
The Doctor stood proudly atop a hill that looked out across the small town. The population couldn't be made up of much more than a couple hundred people. Few outsiders ever ventured into the town, as most of the people who still reside here have lived here their entire lives. Farming was the thing to do in this town. If you weren't a farmer, you're job was one of the things needed to run the town. Trader, mechanic, bank teller... All of the remaining townsfolk traveled ten miles to the neighboring town for work in the factories, which made up nearly sixty percent.
The Doctor took one step towards the town passed a large billboard welcoming anyone traveling that way to the town.
As simple and as harmless as the town looked from a distance, judging by the looks of the sign, even towns like this one are not free of certain riff raff. The law enforcement cannot amount to much here. Due to the population, one would not be surprised if other towns in the surrounding county wouldn't just consider this small town among their own jurisdiction.
As the Doctor continues to walk towards the town, a dark clound hovers over him and with haste begins to shadow over the entire town. The wind picks up behind him and the skies begin to boom and crackle. A church bell can be heard echoeing throughout the town.
DING!
DING!
DING!
As if it was calling to them, every person in this quaint little town stopped what they were doing immediately and stepped outside of their homes. Mothers, fathers, daughters, and sons alike. Grandparents, aunts, uncles... As if they were in a trance, they all gathered out in the street in admiration of the bell they heard every single night around the same time.
Like clockwork.
Hundreds of people, like a thick wave, all marched down the street in unison towards the church in the center of the town. The few street lights that provide the town with a bit of light during the night all shatter and burst as the crowd walks passed them, leaving them walking in near complete darkness. The bell continues to toll until everyone is gathered inside and the two large doors to the church close behind them.
As if it was Sunday Mass, the people of the small town all lined up in the pews and sat down, awaiting for the weekly lesson about the Lord and his mysterious ways. It was even darker inside that it was outside, and as confused as all of these people should have been, not a word was said. Not a question was asked. They herded together like cattle, all coming in from their last trip out in the grazing fields.
A large flame ignited just behind the large pedestal at the front of the hall. From each side, men with long black cloaks covering them slowly walked out in a line and met on each side of this large flame.
"Omnia superioris grando,
ignis spiritus libertatis.
Omnia superioris grando,
purgo mentium.
Omnia superioris grando, rector..."
The men continue to pray as one of the dark hoods steps forward towards the podium. After standing there alone for a few moments, the men behind him grow silent. He speaks.
Brothers and sisters.
Followers of the almighty Higher Power. He has brought you all here tonight, to share with you his wisdom. To share his blanket of love and invite you all into his world of peace and tranquility.
You may ask yourself, why has the Great Higher Power chosen me? Why has he chosen our town? Why now?
It's because you are all damned. Damned to live your lives for nothing but a false hope that you fill your hapless lives with day in and day out.
You're damned to march under the shadow of He Who Never Shows His Face. He who shows not love for his people. He who never goes as far as reaching out to help his beloved followers. He who has watched you all fall into this world of repetitious hard work and agony. You've broken your backs every day of your life and for what? To remain in the good graces of He Who Cannot Speak?
Allow me to elaborate. I've been saved, brothers and sisters. I have been cleansed through his treatments and through his presence I can again walk among you as myself once again.
The man removes the hood from his head, revealing him to be none other than LH Harrison.
The Higher Power gave me the strength to overcome my demons and extinguish their flame. To outcast the ones that have hurt me and my loved ones.
The Higher Power reached his hand out during my weakest state and pulled me back to my feet. Not only did he have the faith in me that I needed to stand, but he had so much faith in me that he took me under his own wing. So much faith that he gave me a mission. An important mission to share his wisdom and his treatments with the entire world! You see, that I am not alone.
The Prophet turns around and holds his arm out to the rest of the men standing behind me. They all remove their hoods and stand silent, beginning their chant again.
"Omnia superioris grando,
ignis spiritus libertatis.
Omnia superioris grando,
purgo mentium.
Omnia superioris grando, rector..."
The Prophet steps back and they all throw their hoods back around their heads. The Prophet slowly begins chanting along with them as the flame in the building grows higher and higher. As the flame gets higher, the chanting gets louder as the people in the crowd throughout the hall begin chanting as well. They all stand and the chants get louder and louder. The flame reaches the roof of the building and begins to crawl down the walls. As if it was following a trail of kerosene, the flames followed a straight path to the back of the church where the doors blew off of their hinges and fell to their side. From the darkness outside, the Higher Power emerged.
The flames immediately died down and the smoky inside of the building was replaced with a glowing red haze. It seemed swealtering hot in the building, but no one seemed to be bothered by it. Other than the chanting, everyone there remained silent as the Higher Power slowly walked between the pews and up to the pedestal. The men in cloaks behind him all lowered themselves and bowed at his presence. They were followed by all of the people standing in rows throughout, they did their best to hide their eyes and lower themselves below the Higher Power.
The Doctor glanced throughout the church, smiling ear to ear as he puffed away at a nearly dead cigar. He looks out at the crowd of hundreds in front of him as the all stay hushed, awaiting for him to speak.
And he does just that.
Hello, my friends.
Is anyone surprised? Is anyone shocked? It doesn't seem so much. It seems that more of you are disappointed with what I've done than proud that a new face has risen the ranks of the XWF and taken over by force. It seems that no one appreciates what the Doctor has done to this fine federation. Friends, I've saved you from an inevitable fate which would lead to an unfit Universal Champion. Jacob won his match at Madness, he did indeed become the new XWF Universal Champion. He pinned Morbid square in the middle of the ring and completed his dream.
Then he woke up.
Dream's over, Jacob, my boy. Time to head back to reality! Reality where your position in the XWF is a few rungs lower than we tried to have them set. Buying your way to the top, I see. It's a good strategy, I suppose. I paid for a shot at the X-Treme Title. Then I managed to hold the X-Treme Title for longer than five minutes, earned a briefcase, and you know the rest of the story. Here I am, not only your King, not only your Higher Power, but the XWF Universal Champion. Your good pal Mister Sane seemed to have made out on this whole ordeal, as well. Right place at the right time, I suppose. He was handed the very title that opened the window for me in the first place.
They just handed it over.
How absurd.
I believe they could have searched a bit harder for a better candidate than Mister Sane, to be honest.
Who am I to judge though? There's no arguing the man has some skill, but to give him a title for losing in a tournament... What is this? The first grade? You know, where everyone wins? The company has obviously placed you Defiance members on a pedestal as of late. Shane returning and putting his own neck on the line to get rid of the Duke. Then praising you as if you actually were victorious and handed you a vacated championship. Jacob, on the other hand, had his title revoked due to management 'retiring' his title from under him. In my opinion, the man got exactly what was coming to him. Perhaps, the XWF believed that there was no one in this fine organization that could keep up with Gator... Repeated matches of Gator versus Knight week in and week out.. You you fellows thought my career was boring and uneventful? I don't think defending that title three times a month was what it was all cracked up to be. Knight has lost to nearly everyone in the XWF at least once, yet, Jacob allowed him to be coerced into title defense after title defense. No wonder you have that boost of confidence, Jacbo. You've been fighting the same man for a month for the same title you've basically had since August. I don't consider that little hiatus of yours too much of a big deal, because you simply came back and proved you can step back into your old slot and not miss a beat.
Well, good for you.
My question, if someone is raised so high above the rest and placed on this pedestal, why was Mister Sane never part of a title match for you precious Television gold? Was that title good enough for you Gator and not Justin Sane? Does Sane consider him higher than the Television Title after receiving a briefcase for accomplishing nothing out of the ordinary? That's silly to think about.
Mister Sane, all of your efforts and all of this talk along side Jacob will do neither of you any good in the end. Carry around your little briefcase, carry around the title that I brought more prestige to than anyone else who has previously held it. The Doctor D'Ville X-Treme Championship. Do you believe in your own abilities, Mister Sane? There's a lot of responsibility behind that title, if you're not focused and stay focused, it will be gone before you even realize it.
So, prior to winning the Universal Title last week, I signed up for the Lethal Lottery.
Now, this is something that I've personally been looking forward to since becoming a member of this fine organization. I've heard many stories of the previous events... And who else to host the drawing than Mister Peter Gilmour. Now, what lucky name was drawn from the lunchbox of this former champion? What lucky person is standing next to the Doctor in Round One of Lethal Lottery III? Who I say?
Thunderbolt X.
Lethal Lottery, indeed. Mister X, it would seem that our match is just filled with new meat. Yourself, a young man making his very debut in the XWF at Lethal Lottery. Partnered up with not just the XWF Universal Champion, but the King of the XWF! You've won the lottery, my friend. There couldn't have been a better pick for you throughout the entire XWF, Mister X. So allow me to extend my congratulations to you ahead of time, because I'll most likely see you in Round Two.
Of course, let's not get ahead of the game here, am I right? Our opponents...
Another new comer, Coco Mojo... Did you catch his story, Mister X? Some tragic beginnings for this young man. I wouldn't wish that type of sorrow on anyone, to be honest. Perhaps you and I could have a sit down once this is all said and done, Mister Mojo.
It's kind of what I do around here.
Gosh.
What am I thinking? I have even introduced myself yet. Mister Mojo, Mister Washington... My name is Doctor Louis D'Ville, gentleman. I am the King of the XWF. The current reigning XWF Universal Champion. Winner of the XWF's very own Royal Rumble. And the longest reigning, undefeated XWF X-Treme Champion in the modern era.
So you, gentleman, are on the opposite end of the stick when it comes to this lottery. Not so lucky. No luck at all. Mister Washington has been around for a few weeks, about a month actually. He's had a match here and there. Not really sure. I haven't exactly paid much attention to that part of the card in quite some time now. My point is, he may not be as green as my partner and one of my opposition, but we might as well say I'm surrounded by newbies around here. It's almost like I'm the one who's out of place here. My friends, this tournament is for those who are capable of becoming something in this company... It seems between the two of you... Hm.
A man running from his past... so cliche, is it not? Why are you here, Mister Mojo? Trying to redeem yourself for something? Trying to fill the voids? Are you feeling... violent?
You know, I never really believed in all of that hocus pocus involved with "voodoo". An old wive's tale, if you ask me, to stay clear of any weirdo's lingering about the swamps. I'm occassionally hailed from Louisiana, myself, Mister Mojo... And I'm the only thing good to come from it. Don't get me wrong, it's an interesting way to spread the word of KARMA and weird out some of your opposition. But those head shrinking, witch doctor games don't work on a real doctor, my friend. My treatments are true and actually help the people. Look around me. Hundreds have gathered to fall under my grace. They bow to me and are loyal to my every word. While you sit alone in a tent, knitting little dolls to strike harm into your enemies, I surround myself with an army and use brute force to take my enemies down.
So this is what you've become.
Your childhood paved the way for your entire life and you did nothing when it was taken from you. Were you so heartbroken? Were you so lost? Were you SO dedicated to keeping your original alumni that you couldn't transfer schools? Surely, with the expertise you had playing your little games, a greedy school SOMEwhere would've considered a rapist playing on their team. Surely. It happens ALL THE TIME, my friend. You just gave up hope too quick. It led you to the bottle, the very thing that caused you pain in the first place. You still had your family. You still had your life. But it wasn't enough. Your failure in the past haunted you so much that your grip on reality was slipping and you poured yourself another drink every time you felt empty.
Which was ninety-nine percent of the time, wasn't it?
Sad, sad story. Your emptiness led to the death of a loved one, as well. Your ignorance, led to more pain. Your hopelessness, led to more emptiness. What a viscious cycle. Stuck in a rut that you just can't get out of.
Sad, sad.
Let's hear another sad story. Elijah Washington... Like I said, he's not as green and at least knows his way to a microphone... But I'm not sure if the gentleman is going to last much longer. I don't mean in the XWF, my friends, I mean in this world. Look how unhealthy the poor man is. He's as tall as an Asian house wife and weighs over three hundred pounds.
Three hundred.
There are tests out there these days that can tell you whether you're healthy or not, Mister Washington. You know? Bragging about your mass is one thing, but indulging like you do... How do you perform everyday tasks? Surely you can fit through a standard door way, but how do you expect to accomplish anything here when you're winded after walking down the ramp to the ring? I normally don't pick at a man's size, to be honest, I do apologize. I'm just looking out for my patients is all.
What is it that makes you the glutton that you are? Is something eating away at you from your past like so many patients of mine? As I've said countless times, my friend, my doors are ALWAYS open. Feel free to stop by any time at all and we could have a chat. Perhaps there's something the Doctor can do to help. Or perhaps, Mister Mojo could cast one of his voodoo curses on you and help you lose a little bit of weight. In your case, I'd be willing to try anything if I was you. I'd hate to here you crawling out of the bed of a truck one morning and you fall over after suffering a massive heart attack.
Honest. I would feel bad if I heard that. I look forward to all of my sessions here in the XWF, including these types of ones. No matter the opposition, I feel it necessary to come and bring my all. To prove to you, and you, and you, and yes, you... that I belong where I am today. High above the rest. High above everyone. The King. The Champion. The Higher Power. I've made history here in the organization and now I'm writing it. My time here is far from over and I've proven time and time again if anyone here chooses to stand in my way, I simply blow through them. And now, I have an entire army of followers backing me. A little unstoppable? Hm. Indeed.
The Doctor looks back at his Prophet, who steps forward. The Doctor steps back into the flame that began before his session and vanishes into the flame as the Church of the Higher Power begins the chant over and over again. The bell from above in the tower begins to ring again as the people bow up and down to their new found leader.
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