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**Doctor Louis D'Ville** · **11-19-2014, 12:03 AM**

"Hello, my friends."

"Well, the time grows near and the days grow shorter. Wednesday Warfare approaches. The King versus King match, with a friend to us all, Peter Gilmour officiating the entire match. How. Splendid."

"Mister Samuels, well, I can't say I have too much more to say about you, my friend. It's a shame that your reputation and your accolades in the XWF are the only thing that you have going for you as of late. Oh, yes. The Trios Title, as well. You are a third of the Trios Champions. How pleasant. Unfortunately, I believe that one of your other thirds are carrying most of the burden."

"That's right. Mister Pryce. The Universal Champion. It seems you allow yourself to be carried along by, of course thanks to me, the richest man in this fine organization's shoulders. By placing sixty-grand in front of him, I've been awarded an Xtreme Title shot. A well-deserved one if you ask me. It seems management has slightly forgotten about the title shot they awarded me months ago, but no matter. All is well now. Money means nothing to the Doctor. Money, can be earned back easily. These title shots, however, seem to come with a price attached to them."

"So be it. The price of business works both ways, my friends. Not just for the man behind it."

"Mastermind. You've faced challenge after challenge, my friend. Kudos to you. You've defeated Evertrust. A little too late though, if you ask me. You've allowed this being to receive his briefcase, which from what I've seen, has never failed. These briefcases seem to be the most valuable prizes in the entire XWF. Which is odd, because they're simply the key to the Universal Title. Which on the other hand, never beats a briefcase. Well, I suppose I've taken the correct route then, haven't I? Paying my way to the top just as some of the greats have. Again, I say, so be it. I see you're finally taking a week off as well. How deserving. You've worked and worked and worked... and worked. Nonstop. Atleast as long as I've been around. Enjoy it Mastermind. Enjoy it and embrace it and use it to your hopeful advantage. Because you'll need all the preparation you can get. Whenever our session comes, you will lose that precious gold that you've treasured once, now twice, to my knowledge anyway. The Doctor is ready for you. The King. Is ready for his championship."

"Long before this happens though. We still have a little rodent scampering around in the background. No, not Luke Gunnar. We haven't seen him for a few weeks. Since my match against the Beast. Which is unfortunate. The man continues to tease me. Teasing me with his presence, leaving me to think that our sessions is soon to come. Do wish that I come and find you, Mister Gunnar? Because I will."

"But now, not Mister Gunnar. The rodent I speak of, is Peter Gilmour. The man who claims that I am a false King. Tell me, Peter. Where do you come up with some of this stuff? The tournament clearly stated that the winner, will be awarded the crown. Making them, again clearly, the King of the XWF. I know you're a little slow, but I'm sure it was in plain English. If you'd like a match to finally put your mind to rest, then just speak up, my friend. This week would've been the perfect opporutinity to prove yourself, while I'm fighting a former King, as well. Instead, you're wearing the striped shirt. I'm not stupid either, Mister Gilmour. I know you think that little red lunch box is going to save you from the embarassing fact that you now hold nothing in your possession, but as the crown you held, the lunch box you hold is also a joke. You, my friend, are a joke. If you believe that this briefcase will bring you back to your old false glories, again, you are mistaken."

"Going back to last week, how is your ear, my friend? You're lucky I had the kindness in my heart to spit it out. Onto your sweetheart. I never laid a hand on her, Peter. Perhaps you were blinded by such rage that you didn't realize who you were putting your hands on. Perhaps the nake dwarf had you so flustered, that you didn't realize that your precious wife was standing next to you. I sigh at your blindness. I sigh at your ignorance. I sigh at your stupidity. If you wish, I could easily put that racing mind and ridiculous thoughts of yours to rest. In fact, in due time, once I finish the business I've already started. I'd be glad to do it for you."

"So, please, for the sake of your sweetheart, your hearing, and your well-being, go into this match and just do your job, my friend. Once I lay Mister Senator out, and he's down, just count to three and it will all be over. We can start over again and perhaps, someday, you can make a feeble attempt at redeaming yourself after a very humiliating week. See you in a day or so, my friend."

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