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Doctor Louis D'Ville · (09-24-2016)

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PROVIDENCE

"You, you shot me! Why did you fucking SHOOT me?!"

Trevor shrieks from across the room, still bound by his hands around the chair. He coughs up a bit of blood and looks down to admire the huge hole in his stomach.

"Oh, just great. JUST fucking great!"

He struggles for just a second then looks up at the doctor and Unknown Soldier.

"You think you fuckers could untie me?"

The doctor laughs and Soldier walks over to him, flips Trevor around, and rips the ties on his wrists apart with one hand. Trevor falls out of the chair flat on his face and crawls over to the headless guard sprawled out on the floor.

"I know this fucker has some smokes."

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out an off brand pack of smokes and a lighter. As he puffs on the cigarette, the smoke just pours out of the huge hole in his abdomen.

"Awesome."

Soldier says as he looks over from digging his Cockasawkee from all the rubble.

"Fuck you, man. This IS all your fault! If you weren't driving like a fucking maniac, I would have never been in this mess!"

Soldier ignores Trevor and continues throwing rubble while Doc just laughs and approaches his favorite patient.

"Trevor, my boy, so glad to finally see you."

Doc throws a hand on his shoulder. Trevor looks confused and stares back at the doctor.

"Lemme guess? Doc, right?"

A grin stretches across the doctor's face.

"Indeed! I've been expecting you!"

"So I hear. What do you want with ME? What's the deal?"

"We have much to discuss, my friend, but not the time nor place."

"Uh, okay? Listen, man, this has been a long ass confusing fucking day. I understand the circumstances right now and everything, but at the same time, I could really use a sit-down. If you're catching me?"

Soldier finds his cockcycle and rips it out of the rubble. Doc walks with his arm around his patient over to his tag team partner.

"You fellows just meet me over at the office. We'll share a drink and discuss our plan there."

"Plan?"

Trevor looks down at the huge hole in his stomach and the smoke spewing out of it.

"Fuck it. I could use a drink."

Soldier revs up the engine to his Cockasawkee, spins a bit of tire, and throws dust and dirt from the rubble all over Trevor. All of which somehow misses Doc.

"Since you fucked up your seat last time, you'll have to sit bitch, bitch."

"Fuck it up? You're the one that was driving, mother fucker! I don't even know how you made that side car work!"

Trevor continues to complain as he saddles up behind Soldier and the two zoom away in a blur. The doctor lights up a cigar and begins to climb over the rubble and takes a seat.

"It's ALL starting to unfold, my friends."

He takes a long drag from the cigar and fills the small area with a thick smog.

"The team of Doctor D'Ville and Unknown Soldier did EXACTLY what everyone expected them to do. They blasted through that ridiculous little tournament on Warfare like a pile of C4. Not a single team stood a chance going toe-to-toe with two of the greatest competitors this FINE federation has to offer. Not Shane

's Blackest Hole. Not Mister Gilmour or Brother McBride. Not Bearded War Pig."

The doctor chuckles a bit.

"And most certainly not Ghost Tank."

"Granted, it took bringing the house down, literally, to keep YOU down, but I wouldn't go as far to start thinking highly of yourself. There is no doubt that you are a very, very big fellow, but your lack of skill makes your size an empty attribute. You've not only failed yourself by not getting up, you not only failed to capture that precious, precious X-Treme Title that you've longed for, but you've also failed your tag team partner, Bearded War Pig, as well. Tell me, friends, is the unity still there? Is there still hope for Bearded War Tanks? Or are we on to bigger and better things? I hope you've at least smartened up and realized the fact that even when you get your chance to squeeze your mammoth hands around my throat, you're still too weak to take on your Higher Power. Just because the time that you have knelt before me has passed, doesn't change what I am and why."

Doc steps down from the pile of rubble and makes his way outside. The sky still glows the bright red that it always has, but that doesn't stop the downtown city lights to blaze brightly and illuminate the streets. With his hands stuffed in his pocket and his teeth bit down on a cigar, he stands straight and looks up at his TOWER which appears to be miles away, the peak just sticking up around the tall buildings in front of him.

In an instant, Doc is flicking his cigar off the balcony on the top floor of his TOWER. He leans over the railing and looks out across the city below.

"It's real simple friends. I've sat on top of the mountain before. Technically, no matter what anyone thinks or says to this day, I still do. There isn't a person here that doesn't recognize my abilities. There's been plenty already that have argued the fact that I alone still stand tall high above you all. They say the good doctor's lost his touch. That silly tournament was full of unbelievers and fellows who thought they could be like little Alexis Riot and catch slip through the doctor's fingertips. If that is the case, allow me to reclaim my relevance, friends. Allow the doctor to prove again that nothing has changed and I am capable of ANYTHING. I told you fools that Unknown Soldier and myself are on our own little quest of dominance. Sweeping through the tournament was JUST the beginning. The tag team tournament is now over, and the obvious outcome played through. Soldier and I move on to fight for the XWF Tag Team Championship. which brings me to say hello, Mister President."

Doc sniffs the air and smiles.

"President Robbie Bourbon! I DO like the sound of that. You're EXACTLY what America needs. You're EXACTLY what the people need. This session is EXACTLY what YOU need. You know I can't believe that after all of this time this is our first. Sure, the doctor appeared to have closed his doors for a small period, but whether in the flesh or in spirit, my friends, the doctor has always been here. No more whining and crying about my work schedule. I could have one session in two months and it would be more of an accomplishment than most of you all do week in and week out. When you fill the seats and are short on defeats, your time is much more valuable then."

"Mister Bourbon, on behalf of this most excellent organization, I must thank you for taking over as the 'keeper' of the Tag Team Titles. Once Miss Kandi and her posse were no longer welcome here, you were in the right place at just the right time. I must say I appreciate your diligence, as well. You're like a Saturday morning cartoon, my friend. Your council of cybernetic jaw-men and robots, antics, and some peppered in whimsical fuckery make it ALL worth while watching you fail and repeat time and time again."

"Now it looks to me like you're taking these new responsibilities of yours quite seriously. I couldn't blame you. You have an entire country to look after. If the PEOPLE didn't look to you before, heh, they would almost HAVE to know."

"I actually think it's kind of cute that you look at things on such a large scale from where you're sitting, Mister Bourbon. It's much like this FINE federation, actually. While you're dancing around in your tiny little oval office, running your tiny little country.... The doctor yearns for his UNIVERSE. That's right, my friend, fellows like my partner and I view things at a much, much larger scale than yourself. With the UNIVERSE at our very fingertips, the very most you've had going for you is a chance at the Intercontinental Championship. I've never swayed that way, to be perfectly honest, but I think that's right at your level. I seen a much brighter future for you, Mister President, something much more fulfilling. Well, after several series of unfortunate events, like being poisoned by your very own crew and hopping back on the train to self-destruction, things just didn't blossom for you."

"There is good news though. OUR own whimsical little fuckeries are now over. The tag team titles that you've happened to pick up in your travels will soon belong to the team of Doctor Louis D'Ville and Unknown Soldier. Like I said, it was no surprise to anyone, even you, that we're here. It will be no surprise when we leave Ireland the Tag Team Champions."

Doc turns around and strolls towards the entrance to the building. The large glass doors swing open with this assist of a gust of wind. The fireplace on the far side of the room ignites and blasts a flame across room revealing it to be Doc's office. Not a moment later, the double doors on the other side blast open and the Cockasawkee flies throw and lays on it's side as it slides across the floor stopping right in front of the doctor. Unknown Soldier is already to his feet while Trevor continues struggling to get the bike off of him. Doc finds himself behind his desk and Soldier easily takes the bike and stands it up.

"Have a seat, gentlemen."

Two chairs appeared in front of Doc and he motions, welcoming Trevor and Soldier.

"I'm sure you have a lot of questions, my dear Trevor."

The doctor spins his chair around and in a few quick motions throws together three small concoctions for himself and his two comrades. The spins back around and deals the drinks like he would from a deck of cards. All stopping perfectly in front of their rightful owner accompanied with a coaster. Soldier leaves the drink and reaches into his pocket and pulls out his crack pipe while Trevor cocks an eyebrow and reaches for his drink.

"You know, back there was the first time I've ever seen you before, but, it doesn't feel like that. Have we met before?"

"In another life, my friend."

Trevor takes a drink and the liquid instantly drains down and pours out of his wound. The liquor patters off the floor and lies in a puddle at Trevor's feet. Soldier looks over with his eyes basically bulging out of his skull and nearly falls out of his chair watching the tiny waterfall coming out of Trevor's abdomen.

"Fuck!"

Trevor springs up after getting soaked, but waves it off, sits back down, and continues to drink.

"That was a time when you were a very important key to fulfilling my agendas, Mister Dedntik. You could say I'm on a quest, so-to-speak."

Trevor chuckles.

"A quest? For what? Global domination?"

Doc just laughs.

"I'm not clueless here, buddy. From the hole in my head to this dickhead blasting a hole in my gut to being kidnapped by Saddam Hussein... I know there's some fucked up shit going on here."

Trevor pulls a pack of smokes from his pocket and fingers the hole in the side of his head.

"So, global domination? I'm guessing you didn't get very far."

Doc just laughs again.

"Mister Soldier and I have our plans, indeed."

Trevor laughs at the doc.

"What makes me so special?"

Doc's eyes brighten up as he leans in towards Trevor.

"It is your destiny, my friend! From the moment you were born, from the second you took your first breathe, you were destined to stand by my side."

".... Okay, and do what exactly?"

"Every hero needs a sidekick, am I right? Due to circumstances, it makes things a bit more complicated and has slowed us down a bit, but it's an obstacle easily conquered."

Trevor looks over at Doc's partner who is still railing on a crack pipe.

"So, you two have a PLAN, huh?"

Doc smiles.

"We already have the ball rolling, Trevor. This Wednesday we'll complete the first chapter of our plan when we travel to Ireland."

"Ireland?! You mean...?"

"That's right. Consider this kind of a... Second chance, I suppose."

"Well, fuck, why didn't you say so, Doc? No offense, but this place kind of sucks."

Doc laughs.

"First thing is first, my friend, we need to get you a new suit."

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