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Doctor Louis D'Ville · (07-30-2016)

The desert is dry and the air is stale and thick with the smell of rotting, decaying human flesh. Half buried in this dry wasteland lies the corpse of the XWF X-Treme Champion, Unknown Soldier.

Several scavengers pick and gnaw at the skin of this buffet of death until the darkest of shadows covers them and they quickly scurry away.

Standing above the champion is an old, frail figure in the brightest and most immaculate of white suits. He smiles down at the corpse before changing it to a scowl, pulls back, and punts the side of the corpse's head sending Unknown Soldier flying out of the ground and landing on his face.

A few short moments later, Unknown Soldier begins to stir and rises to his feet and approaches the gentlemen whom awoke him from his dirt nap.

"Hello, my friend."

The old man says with a sneer.

"In case you don't recall, my name is Doctor Louis D'Ville."

The Doctor reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small box of cigarettes.

"Would you care for a cigarette?"

Unknown Soldier takes the Doctor up on his offer and pulls a single cigarette from the box and places it in his disgusting mouth.

"I suppose you could use a light, as well."

The Doctor laughs as he pulls a match from his pocket and strikes a flame with his knee. He reaches out carefully and lights the ghoul's cigarette.

"How are things in this FINE federation as of late? I see you're still the X-Treme Champion, am I right? What tales to be told, hm?"

As Unknown Soldier pulls his second drag from the cigarette, it sparks and explodes in his face. After the smokes clear, half of his head is blown off and his face is even more indistinguishably ugly than before. The once again lifeless bag of age-old-nothing falls to the ground in a disturbing fashion, which allows the Doctor to approach it and place his foot upon it's chest.

One.

Unknown Soldier · (07-31-2016)

Soldier kicks out. As hard and as vigorous as a corpse can, which doesn't really make sense because he's actually alive and breathing, but I guess will just have to go with it since that's the term that this Doctor, a man with a doctorate, can't even tell whether or not someone is living or not. What kind of Doctor is he then anyways? Did he fail his anatomy classes? At least he's observant enough to notice and say that I am STILL the Xtreme Champion. He certainly didn't fail his XWF history class at least.

"Hello, my

!"

Doctor D'Ville gets enraged after hearing Soldier disgrace his catch phrase in such a way, until Soldier points to the ground where the exploding cigarette lay.

"You'll have to excuse me, Scully has been teaching me British slang so that he can make excuses for his own blubbering idiocy. That way he can use his inability to sound coherently correct as a scapegoat, using British slang as an excuse for being dumb as fuck."

Soldier knocks the entire pack of cigarettes out of Doctor D'ville's hands. The good doctor then prepares to fight the demon dicked defiler as Soldier reaches into his pocket, to pull out a gun? A knife? His dick? No! He pulls out a dusty light bulb. As dusty and thick and stale as the dessert air, smelling even worse of rotting flesh and battery acid then their immediate surroundings. Soldier loads the light bulb with some crystallized substance that everyone knows, including the Doctor, what Soldier's known smoke of choice to be. He lights the bottom of the light bulb with Doctor D'Ville's lighter, sparking the methamphetamine and turning it into smoke, then he sticks a straw down the end of the bulb and inhales an enormous cloud of smoke, exhaling it directly into the good Doctor's face.

"I know it's bad for your health Doctor, but why don't you smoke something with me that will ACTUALLY blow up in your face."

Doctor D'Ville shrugs his shoulders and figures, what the hell, and begins smoking the crystal meth. Soldier sees the opportunity while the Doctor has his face huddled over the light bulb, then reaches under the bulb while the Doctor is smoking, and SMASHES IT INTO HIS FACE. The Doctor's face is cut up and bleeding badly as the bulb explodes into tiny glass pieces.

"Goodbye, my

!"

Soldier walks off while D'Ville is screaming and writing in pain, his face bleeding all over the fucking place.

"And this time I don't mean the cigarette!"

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