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Doctor Louis D'Ville · **04-26-2015, 05:54 PM**

"Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment."

â€• Buddha

You're Broken.

The last time you'll see this place . . .

The Doctor sits high upon his throne with his crown sitting on his head and his XWF Universal Title lying across his lap. With his fist in his mouth he stares off into space. With an eerie smile pressed on his face, he leans back and breathes deep.

Hello, my friends.

Hello, Mister Mastermind.

It comes to my attention that you are still, so very confused. It also comes to my attention that this 'bad side' of yours always seems to find himself in very confusing situations.

For example.

Why on Earth would you run off like you did when you discovered you had a Universal Title shot? Did you think I'd be angry? Did you think I'd remove you as one of the great generals of my army?

You presume far too much, my friend. You should know that I've faced many, many competitors here in this fine organization, Mastermind. You, now, for the second time. And I've remained the greatest friends with each and every one of those competitors.

Like Gator! We've fought tooth and nail several times!

We're still pals.

Mastermind, I know you've been feeling a little frisky as of late because of your new ambition here. But understand that I'm the one who talked you into being such an 'aggressive fellow' now. Yes, talked you into it.
I've told you countless times about your little . . . 'condition' here.

You're not two different people.

You're the same person, Mastermind. There's no sides of you, besides your mood. You want to be an asshole? My friend, you've definitely taken the cake on that! The funniest part about it is, I've noticed you being more of a bad ass to sweet Maria than anyone else. You can't talk tough to anyone else around here, because everyone here knows exactly what you're capable of. You're past the bottom feeder stage, but you're barely holding on. The only reason you get the recognition you DO have around here is because of the time you've put in. You're on your second year here and you're still the same old Mastermind. Barely evolved, barely noticeable, and barely a threat. I, on the other hand, have evolved. I am surely the most recognized player in the game right now, and I am, without any doubt, the largest threat walking around here to this day. You seen the opportunity when I extended my hand in friendship, you made the smart move and accepted. You liked the way I ran things in the Asylum.

If you liked the way 'the Doc' was running things when you 'joined' the Asylum, then why question so much? The Doctor and his army sits at the very top of the mountain. Anyone who questions is a fool. You, Mastermind, were requested and recruited. There was a respect there even after I defeated you for your precious X-Treme Championship. What happened to it? If anything you should be on your knees, thanking me, for making you half noticeable in the past couple of weeks. Another thing that's been quite noticeable is I don't lose. You on the other hand, I've watched you lose countless times and it didn't start mid August when I stepped through the ropes for the first time. I don't need ammo, Mastermind. I know how to beat people and, as I've displayed once before, I know how to defeat you.

Ammo.

If I wanted to bring up certain losses, Mastermind. I wouldn't bring up losing to a former Universal Champion like Morbid Angel, or even the current Hart Champion Mister Loverboy. Not the Intercontinental Champion, Sebastian Duke. I have thirty other's to choose from. But I wouldn't do that.

You fell into our ranks and we were there to encourage you and lead you to victory and you walked out on all of us. You ran to your jet plane and flew back to your stupid island. You believe you're ready for me this time, Mastermind? I believed you were ready for me LAST time. The long awaited Doc versus Mastermind match. How dare you doubt yourself.

Regardless of whether you think you're ready for the Doctor this round or not, Mastermind, it doesn't matter. You're not good enough to take me down and that's common knowledge around here. This opportunity you've been given is a great one. But this isn't you're first title shot recently and you're still empty handed. Why not throw you into a Universal Title match then?

Lucky dawg.

In a sense the opportunity is pretty lucky, but on the other hand it's not helping your plus minus rating either. You pass every loss off as 'what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger' and claim that you have indeed become stronger. I brought you to my side because I found a potential brute in you and wanted to exploit it. Unfortunately, no matter what mood you're in, good or bad, you're still the same Mastermind. You're still the same weak, kind-hearted, soft-spoken fool that I passed by just weeks after my arrival here. Someday, your stagnant career here in the XWF will come to an end and you'll have nothing but a few short accolades to show for it. Mainly, being the XWF's punching bag for years and years and, maybe even, yeeaaars.

Something has been bothering me though, Mister M. I understand the way your word things are slightly different from some other fellows, but I must still clarify something. The way you said two Asylum members are pitted against each other for the Universal Title . . . I'm not a member of anything, my friend. One thing that I don't think you've grasped onto since you've joined us is that I'm am the Higher Power. Not just some leader of a stable. Not a God to the people. The few that remain know and respect my power and those that did not have perished. Our relationship, Mastermind, has been a roller coaster since our first encounter a few months ago. Things heated up after you tried telling me how to be the X-Treme Champion. That's right, the same title I beat you for. Now, we reverse roles. I continued to climb the ladder, using the X-Treme Title for exactly what it is meant for. A step ladder to the Universal Title. I'm the champion coming into a match where surely the wagers are one sided. One should bet their entire chattel on the Doc for this one.

Ha ha.

I'll admit when I first learned about this match, after you ran out the door with your tail between your legs, I thought it was going to be a waste of everyone's time. Does anyone really want to see Doc D'Ville versus Mastermind one more time? Then I thought it over a bit. And thought.

And thought.

I realized, my friends, we're running out of options here. Unless I hop down to the newer entries, I'm fighting the same people over and over again. So, we don't have much of a choice in the matter. It may as well be Mastermind. I'm looking forward to the match now, as I usually do all of my sessions. Sharing a battle with you once more will be a treat and I have no problem help make you a little bit stronger.

The Doctor holds a cigar up and holds it in his teeth as he smiles. Smoke begins to surround his throne and he's engulfed within it. The darkness around him begins to slowly fade into the compound that Mastermind left the Doctor and the Prophet. The compound that Mastermind provided for the Doctor's army.

Besde the Doctor are several fifty gallon barrels filled with gasoline. Lying across the top of a couple of them is the Violator. A small lid is unscrewed and thrown aside and replaced with his face buried in it. The Doctor snickers at the sight. He walks over to him and grabs him by the back of the hair. The Violator slowly opens his eyes and looks at the Doctor.

"Shophvvv . . . Whah . .... D .d d.d."

The Doctor drops the Violator's head back into the hole. He then wakes up and slowly crawls off the barrels. He shakes back and forth like a dog would as it attempted to dry itself. He stands up and follows the Doctor out of the room.

Still a bit groggy, the Violator asks the Doctor:

"So are we torching this place or what."

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