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Doctor Louis D'Ville · **02-14-2015, 06:11 AM**

"My best friend is the man who in wishing me well, wishes it for my sake."

― Aristotle

Feeling blessed.

Hello, my friends.

I am happy to announce that my challenge has been answered. Two of my newest, finest patients stepped up to the plate. Two gentleman that obviously have no clue who I am. Well, allow me.

Goat-Faced Killa, Herod, my name is Doctor Louis D'Ville. I am the King of the XWF. I am the XWF X-Treme Champion. And I am the holder of a 24/7 Briefcase.

Another couple of weeks and I'll have two briefcases.

It's been said, that I would be the first person in the history of this fine organization to complete such a feat. That would mean twelve straight weeks of kick outs, title defenses, challenges, obstacles, and pins. Twelve straight weeks of Ghost Tanks, Wallaces, Loverboys, Pests, and Blacks.

As repetitive and predictable as this has become, it hasn't become old to me. Never once during my reign have I been bored with being the XWF X-Treme Champion. I've enjoyed every moment of it and just so you know, friends, I've always been in control. For every moment that you thought you might have had the slight upper hand. You were wrong. The Doctor can see through the hocus pocus that some need to resort to at times.

Now, on the other hand. As repetitive and predictable as my reign has become, has it become old to all of you?

Are you all bored with the failure that comes with challenging me? I assume if I never spoke up about a challenge for Warfare, none of you would have considered facing the Doctor. Someone would have to be crazy to want to step up against the King.

Hm.

I'm only asking because it doesn't seem like too many of you are interested in trying to come and take this from me anymore. I'm quite leanient and I do have quite an open schedule. I've even switched shows for an opponent.

Bother.

What am I complaining about? Here I am ranting on about who didn't accept my challenge, while there's two fine gentlemen there that did.

Mister Herod. Mister Killa. I commend you.

I don't know what's actually come over me lately... I've just felt like defending the title more and more. Perhaps it's the rush of getting a second briefcase? Perhaps it's the words of Pest and Austin Fernando reflecting back inconspicuously, influencing me to step out from the shadows and show you all, why I am what I am. I can prove to you all that I belong on the top looking down. As I've done for quite some time now, wouldn't you agree?

Now, onto business.

As I said before, one would have to be crazy to want to face the Doctor this day and age. Nuts. Coo-coo. Loony. Well, the truth reveals itself.

Herod, a current member of the group the Asylum, which it's name describes the obvious. It would seem you're troubled, friend. Has your 'Higher Power' done what he's promised you? I'm not sure how cults like that truly work, but from what I understand shouldn't the one being you look up to be able to release you from the demons dancing around in your head? I never looked at Morbid Angel as much of a.. leader of sorts, myself. But it is what it is, I suppose. Your violent temperament certainly makes it appear that you're still the same troubled little lad that you were before you even joined up with the little faction.

I know that state of mind of yours doesn't happen over night. As your Doctor, Mister Herod. I'd like to ask what has made you this way? Where is the source of the violence. What has caused the soul to be so troubled, my friend?

I'm here to do what your 'Higher Power' was unable to do for you or any of your comrades. That is save you. Tell me what ails you. Tell me what hurts you. Your shouting aloud and short attention span... The threats. You've definitely come to the right place, Mister Herod. I can fix you right up.

You know, I can't think of a time that I've actually ran into any one of your friends... Eh, besides a few sneaky pin attempts from your monster and your prophet, other than that, they seem to understand where they sit and where the Doctor sits on this food chain.

The Prophet seems to have his own little war going on, while the Monster has made it clear to me how he feels. Nothing, but insurmountable respect for the Doctor. I believe I spoke recently about the word 'respect' and how it's flung across the XWF as a shield to hide some people's true feelings. It's obvious that it's not the 'respect' that's holding these fellows back, it's the fear. The fear of further embarrassment. The fear of losing. The fear of failing.

The Doctor isn't so naive though. When I look at you, Mister Herod... I see no fear. There is nothing the threshold your anger or your actions. No conscience. No right or wrong. You simply act on impulse. You hurt people for the simple reason to hurt them. So, when the fear kicks in for everyone else and they step back and think before they come after me... You have nothing there. No gut feeling or instinct for danger to tell you to 'Stop!'

I suppose that would fall in as another similarity you have with the third patient in our session.

Mister Killa! Goat Face Killa.

Allow me to be the first to welcome you to the Xtreme Wrestling Federation, my friend, and what a fine organization it is.

Now, similar in a way where you both need my guidance. Similar in ways that neither of you have the basic instinct to recognize danger. But this gentleman is certainly a different kind of crazy. You were certainly excited to accept my challenge weren't you, friend? Even placing a stipulation on the match where if I would walk away victorious, I receive one of your finest goats! Some would look at this as you cracking jokes, but I don't. You wouldn't be the first person to present me with a goat as a gift. I've been receiving such prizes as this for quite some time now.

I understand that you're part of a cult as well, correct? The leader of one, in fact! Well, now that's impressive.

Tell me, what is it that you and your goat army do? I'm not sure what all a goat is capable of besides receiving a knife, so share with us!

As I said before, I commend you both. I thank you for being my friend. I thank you for accepting the Doctor's challenge without much hesitation. I've recently received challenges where my challenger would beg and plead. Ask the Doctor what it is that he could do to impress him enough to give them a shot at his precious gold. I've said many times, my friends, my doors are always open!

Many times. Many, many times.

So, as a good business man, I continue to advertise my expertise. Shouting atop this mountain I sit, 'Come one, come all!'... It's sad.

Thank you for taking advantage of the opportunity I've presented to you gentlemen. I look forward to seeing you very soon.

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