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W I T H I N

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There's an essence in the air. An essence of fear. You can smell it. Taste it. Feel it. Trevor can especially taste it because he's puking it up alongside a tree right now. As we wheezes and gasps for air between heeves, he stumbles from tree to tree holding himself up while looking cautiously behind him. It appears that he escaped the unruly mob of metal heads. He wonders where they all went. After all, he is extremely fat and slow and a person with the least amount of conditioning could have chased Trevor down.

After the angry death metal mob began to give chase, he ran his hijacked fat Irish ass as fast as he could away from the church and stage. The massive amounts of alcohol he had ingested just a few minutes ago seemed to have worn off already due to yet another life threatening situation. He heard the roar and death metal cries and refused to look back. Around the field was a long treeline that served as a border around it. He stumbled and wheezed until he finally reached the edge, where he now takes refuge within the trees. He finally checks over his shoulder and notices the masses disappeared. What he didn't know was, right after the incident with the animals and the crowd grew angry, Unknown Soldier, the tag team partner of the one and only, Doctor Louis D'Ville, took the opportunity to cast the first torch into the church.

When the window shattered and the torch landed, the flames began to spread immediately. The band from before takes the stage and begins ripping through some of the most SATAN!C death metal riffs imaginable. The angry mob immediately becomes mesmerized and hypnotized by not just the music, but the flames as they already began to devour the old structure. They cheer and celebrate as the Church Burn is now underway, forgetting all about the fat Irishman that caused such a fuss earlier. Other's begin throwing their own torches through windows and just some just in it's general vicinity.

Trevor dry heaves a few more times and holds his breath for a moment once he hears the music echoing across the hillside. He almost sits down in his own vomit as he begins to be convinced that he's never going to catch his breath again. He rests his head against the base of a tree and looks out towards where he came from. He sees an orange glow bouncing it's light into the sky like the moonlight across a lake. The flames dancing throughout the church are extremely hot and causing it's own ripple effect in the sky. Trevor admires the pretty picture, even though it's source is the opposite of anything nice. He smiles an awkward smile, thinking about what life could have possible been like before all this crap. He continues to struggle for each breath as the world around him becomes darker, darker, and darker, until darkness.

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Inside the burning church, the burning torches continue to shower in from the openings where the most beautiful of stained glass windows once were. Dozens of pews lined on each side of the chapel slowly begin to catch fire and spread that fire on to the next one, then the next one, then the next. The fire reaches the walls which catch flame just as quick, reaching out like a pair of claws towards the ceiling. Standing at the podium facing out at the quickly growing flame, is Doctor Louis D'Ville. He smiles as he pinches a burning cigar between his teeth, admiring the blaze closer than anyone else could manage to do themselves.

"Hello, my friends!"

"It's been a long two weeks, has it not? I can only imagine the anticipation running through all of your veins waiting for Wednesday Warfare to take off! Especially, Chris Chaos. Getting a little ancy, were we? Cat got my tongue?"

The doctor laughs aloud finding great humor in the comment.

"It just goes to show you that you truly do NOT have any idea what kind of situation you are in. What you don't understand is I run things around here. I show up, when I show up. Period. I may sit down to pee, but like I said before, you're kind of acting out like a bitch here. You should have thought everything out before going to Norway a week earlier than you had to. It's a pretty boring place if you just sloth around and hang out in hooka-lounges and stick to the filthy cities. Soldier and I most certainly stayed entertained during our stay. It would have even given you that small taste of history you were craving."

Doc steps down from the podium and begins walking down between the rows of burning pews. One of the cross beams falls from the ceiling and crashes down right where he was standing just a moment ago.

"So, how many different ways can you say, 'I love you'? Probably not as many ways Mister Chaos has said he's better than me. Not only THAT, but the absolute BEST in this FINE federation! Since you like bringing up facts here, like i said before, I never once denied the fact that you've had a.... pretty decent start here. Better than some, not as good as others. But hey, we're all glad you're still trying. I wouldn't so much agree with you about this match defining my career. No offense, but I've faced much bigger giants in much dire situations than this one. As for my credability? Well, I'm not sure that's even a thing anymore. Have you not been around the last few weeks where pretty much everyone and their brother, or even sister, has brought up the doctor being taken down by Miss Riot? Cheese and crackers man, THAT RIGHT THERE should be your shooting star. That should be your wishful thinking. Right there IS a fact, not one that you just made up in your head being optimistic. Can it happen? Of course it can. I'm not so stingy to forget that anyone can be beaten on any given day. I'm much more humble than that, but at the same time I know where I stand amongst the masses. I know how I rank against the very best around here. I know where I belong. You, my friend, are just a lost sheep right now. You're confused on which direction to go and what you truly want out of life and your career. You see, you joke about how I put on some charade about helping people. Not only that, but you completely bashed any speckle of hope that any of those poor Norweigans DO have for medical treatment. You think they care what you think? I'm surprised one of them didn't bite your neck off and steal your silly little device. You joke about my profession and deeds, but I will help you find your way, Mister Chaos. I will show you EXACTLY where you belong here. It's most definitely MUCH lower than where you're thinking."

"Actually, as we had a laugh about your Hart Title dreams last time, I don't think you're SO far off track as I was just saying. I'm surely going to shatter any hopes you have for anything more, but allow me to keep your dreams alive by saying that the competition surrounding the Hart Title right now is RIGHT up your alley. I would love to watch Ghost Tank, especially, take YOUR skull and have his way with it."

Doc continues down between the pews as the structure seemed to burn in slow motion around him as more of the ceiling above begins to crumble to the floor.

"Mister Chaos, one thing that caught my attention and I quickly grew to appreciate about you was that fire within. That bubbly inferno that still boils deep inside of you. The thing is, the more and more I learn about you this week, I feel that YOU are the one playing the charade. You see, this is just another repeat episode for me. You've seen my extensive resume you said, so you've seen the dozens of fellows that I've happily treated. You think you're the first person to call me the Big Bad Wolf? You think you're the first one to throw the doctor gig back in my face? Hardly. Not even hardly, not at all. It's everyone's 'go-to', my friend, but I've proven to them time and time AND time again that I stick to my word. You, on the other hand, are throwing some smoke signals here that are a little weak, but I can make them out. You live your life through chaos. You create it. You crave it. I get the whole murder, rape, arson stuff... Sure, that's chaotic, for sure. It seems like you're lost a little bit of touch lately though. Speaking of out of touch, I'm not as out of touch with regularly screened programs on the television as you think. What, you think I'm THAT old fashion, or what? Ha-ha!"

The flames eating away at the church become so uncontrollable and violent that it begins to speak to the dryer grass around the area. It's far to hot to get close enough to control, so the fire spreads. The hot embers eventually float over to the stage causing it to catch fire as well. The band freaks out and stops playing. They immediately ditch their equipment and abandon the stage. The rest of the masses begin to panic as well as the fire begins to spread everywhere around them. Unknown Soldier, still standing on the side of the stage, pulls a grappling gun from out of his asshole and shoots it into the air. It grabs onto something somewhere and zips him off the scene. The church finally collapses in one loud crash and in the middle of the burning rubble stands the doctor.

"From your previous days as a confused little, murderous teenager to now, it seems you've gone from an 'Unrated' flick you'd find late at night with maybe... Two stars.. Something I'd probably skip over.... To one of those prank television shows you find just as late at night that censor everything anyway. I wouldn't go as far as saying your 'PG' or anything, but where's that fire that I spent so long admiring? Where's the blind rage? Going through the streets outside of the arena handing out tickets to a bunch of homeless folk teaching them how to curse Doctor D'Ville isn't as... Chaotic as the type of chaos you seem to be so proud of spreading. It may take you for a spin here, but I'm not so old fashion to enjoy a few episodes of South Park, as well! I recall a certain episode where one of the little boys was enjoying creating his own chaos. So, why not hit a restaurant and switch a few orders around while you're there? Or, perhaps, sneak into an elementary school class and steam the chalkboard eraser?"

The doctor chuckles to himself recalling the episode.

"I don't mean to be so silly, my friends, but Mister Chaos has forced this upon me. His 'antics', we'll call them, will prove to have no effect come Wednesday evening. Filling the seats with confused patrons that have no clue who are is just... I 'm not sure. Pointless I suppose? You think any of those dirtbags are going to buy any of your tee shirts? Are you even relevant enough to HAVE any tee shirts for sale? That's a big part of the business to pal, merchandise. The XWF suits aren't going to take too kindly to some fellow handing out free tickets to a bunch of broke mountain monkeys? What were you thinking? Do you have ANY intention what so ever to become anything around here?"

The doctor begins walking through the flames still cooking away at the church. A massive portion of his metal head audience are burning alive in the uncontrollable brush fire, where very few managed to even get away.


"THIS is chaos, my friend. THIS is what I want you to bring with you Wednesday evening. Not three hundred some Noogins all shouting 'FOOK DOKTOOR DEVILLL!!" in broken English. Not like they're actually going to show up anyway, but do you think that will discourage or distract me? You think a couple of bad apples thrown at the good doctor is going to swing things in your favor? Face it, Mister Chaos, you have no leg to stand on going into this session. You're out of your element coming to Warfare to fight? You're out of your element because of a little international tour? You're out of your comfort zone? Well, no shit. Keep telling yourself that you're going against the best followed up by the contradiction that you're the best. Just keep repeating yourself, my friend. I want you to be reassured, your heart-filled with the confidence of a thousand vikings pillaging a small town off the bay. I want the fire. Don't disappoint me again with this nonsense. There's a reason everyone around here has been whispering in your ear. There's a million reasons actually. Because if I didn't prove to them by throwing their bleeding faces in the dirt, then they avoided the chance for it to happen to them. Which, believe it or not, has happened on more than one occasion."

"You're so insignificant to the rest of us, sir, that this match actually does NOTHING for me. I'm AM most definitely going to beat you. There's no question. My career can't be boosted any higher, it doesn't matter whether I hold the UNIVERSAL Title or not. Scully even knows he's a false champion right now. He knows that at ANY given moment that title could be ripped from his weak, pathetic grip and his dream would be lost forever. Whether the next challenger approaches him or Unknown Soldier cashes in one of his two, soon to be three, retched briefcases on him. Which is, without a doubt, inevitable. It was good that you've had this opportunity to face someone worth something before you dove head first into the UNI Title circuit. You would just be disappointed in the end, friend. So, consider this a good thing that we're nipping this in the butt right away. I do expect more out of you than your army of Weegees... Do us all a good solid and show us more than just your worst, Mister Chaos. Dig deep and find that fire within."

Doc has now made his way through the field and away from the major parts of the blaze. Like Batman, Unknown Soldier swoops down from darkness and lands beside him.

"Sup Doc."

The doc just smiles at his tag team partner.

"Awesome party."

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Trevor slowly opens his eyes and has to immediately shield them from a bright light so significant he thought was blind. It took a few moments for his sight to adjust, and when it did he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

As he lied bellow-down, he realized, there was no floor, no ceiling, or walls. It was a massive empty, white space that appeared to go on forever. He sat up to his knees and rubbed out his eyes with both knuckles. After the bright darkness faded from the hard pressure, he remained dumbfounded to his location and how he went from some cold wilderness in Norway to this.

It came to an even more surprise to him when he looked down. he was himself again, back in his original vessel; unharmed, unscathed, and whole. He felt phenomenal. He slowly rose to his feet and admired the clean, untattered clothing he was wearing. He looked around a bit, seeing nothing in the wide, empty nothingness before him.

"Hello?"

He jumped when his own echo responded several times over and as quickly as the word left his mouth. He sounded like an announcer a baseball game or if he was shouting while spulunking deep inside some cave.

"Is anyone there?"

He said aloud again getting the same response. Bewildered at the least, Trevor shoves his hands into the pockets of his fancy new pants and starts to take a walk. He doesn't get far when he jumps again after hearing another voice behind him.

"Hello Trevor."

He spun himself around and nearly fell down from the motion and being scared into oblivion. He sees a man sitting behind a large desk right next to wear he woke up. Trevor thought to himself, 'Just WHERE the hell did he come from?!" He stands there for another moment, untrusting of the situation for sure, but eventually approaches the man.

He's dressed in a all black, dark complected, with grayish hair. An older fellow, for sure. Trevor was still amazed at how amazing he felt. No pain, no headache, no cravings, no addictions. The way the man in black called out to Trevor made him feel even more pleasant than he already did. He felt joy for absolutely no reason. None he was aware of at least. Trevor reached the desk, stood there, and the two had a staring contest for a few seconds. The man in black took one of his hands that were clasped together and motioned behind Trevor.

"Please, sit down."

Again, with much remorse his voice hummed it's own song and felt like a drug flowing through the body. A good drug. Trevor took it in until he looked behind him and seen a very nice leather bound chair placed. Trevor chuckles for a minute, reminded of the tricks Doc likes to show everyone. Trevor smiles back at the man and takes a seat.

"How are you, Trevor?"

The man's voice is so deep that it vibrates your insides. So strong that it could pick you up on it's back and walk five hundred miles then back again. Trevor looks around himself, still just like a blank sheet of paper...

"Uh, I'm not really sure, to be honest with ya."

The man in black lets out a small sigh then looks to what would be the floor if there was one. He sighs again and looks back at Trevor with a genuine smile.

"Do you know who I am, Trevor?"

"Nnnnnnnot exactly. A result of whatever was in that mead I was just drinking, I would have to say. Though I do remember vomiting...."

The man in black laughs.

"You know, you ARE an amazing human being, Trevor. I've always liked you."

Trevor's really confused now. Who is this bloke? How does he know Trevor? And, of course, where the hell is he? Trevor thinks hard about it. Some of this just sounds too familiar.

"What is this? Another fucking joke or something? Another trick?! I'm sick of these fucking tricks!"

He stands up out of the chair. He's uneasy, unsettled, and anxious. The man in black barely reacts, just holding his hand out. His voice instantly soothes and calms Trevor.

"I'm sorry, Trevor."

Trevor glares at the man in black and slowly guides his butt back in the chair.

"What?"

"I'm sorry."

"For what, exactly?"

The man in black sighs once again.

"Allowing you to get involved in this mess..."

"What now?"

"There's something you need to see."

The man in black reaches below into a drawer and pulls out an old VHS tape. Trevor stares at the man as he gets up and walks over to an old television on a stand that just appeared out of nowhere... Of course. Trevor is used to things just popping out of nowhere by now.

"A little behind on the times, aren't we?"

Trevor cracks. The man in black just looks back and smiles as he loads the video tape into the VCR. The television shows static as soon as he puts it on and then flashes to an outdoor wedding. Trevor squints at the screen then smirks.

"What's this? You're fucking wedding video, man?"

The man in black finds his way back behind the desk to sit down.

"No."

He gets comfortable in the chair and leans forward on the desk.

"It's your's."

Trevor gives the man in black a double take before getting up out of the chair and approaching the little television. He was definitely right. It was Trevor's wedding video, but from an odd perspective.

"Who's filming this?"

The man in black doesn't even give Trevor a shrug. He just continues to watch the film. Trevor looks back and sees himself, much younger... Much happier. Jessica, his long time lady and, in just a few short minutes, wife.

The camera pans around the crowd as Trevor waits excitedly and nervous by the podium at the foot of the gazebo. Their families and friends all gathered around. A very small wedding from the looks of things as this mystery camera scales the room.

"Wait a minute."

Trevor steps even closer to the television, a foot away maybe, and stares at the screen.

"Pause it! Fucki--- Fuck! Rewind!"

He yells back at the man in black. The screen freezes and then zips back to panning the room again. Trevor gives the man in black another look of bewilderment before turning around and focusing.

He stares at the screen as it passes the people in their seats and folks standing about where they could to surround the area. Far in the background, the camera focuses just for a moment on the drinking table back behind everyone. Standing, drinking a small glass of scotch was... Well, it most certainly looked like Doc.

"Did you see that?"

The man in black looks up to Trevor.

"See what?"

Trevor looks back at the man in black, the television hits static for a second then flips to something else.

"Hey! Where'd it go?!"

The scene switched from a wedding to a graduation. A police academy graduation to be exact. One by one, the young officers to the stage, saluted what not and everything, took their trophy, and walked away. Trevor stared at the television and watched himself get called up and walk across the stage for his own. After it was all said and done, he met up with his wonderful wife and gave her a big ol' kiss on the lips. The camera zooms in past the young, happy, married couple and into the crowd behind them, where Doc is seen staring at them there as well.

"What the fuck is this?"

The man in black says nothing again as the screen flips to static and comes back on again.

"Now, wait a minute! What the fuck is going on here?!"

He screams at the man in black, but just cannot take his eyes from the television.

The scene flashes to Trevor sitting at his desk at work as a detective in Los Angeles, which didn't last very long at all. He sits in front of his computer. He's unshaved, untucked, and a mess all over. He raps hard on the keyboard and talks to himself with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. A half empty bottle of scotch sits on the desk with a glass just the same beside it. The camera zooms in closely on Trevor as he stops typing, sits back in his chair, and rubs his face. He reaches behind to the coat hanging on the outside of his chair. He takes a small ball of powder wrapped tightly with a bread tie in plastic from the inner pocket and spills a little bit on his desk. He slams his face down on the desk and sucks the pile of powder up through his nose. Standing in the darkest corner of Trevor's small office is, again, the doc.

"Now this is getting fucking ridiculous. Really? I didn't fucking see him there?"

The man in black finally looks up to Trevor again and shrugs.

"Apparently, you didn't."

Trevor shakes his head and watches the television some more. If he could, he would have probably went pale when he seen the inside of his old, cozy home. If it could, his stomach would probably ache tremendously if he seen it was Christmas. If he was able, he would probably cry when he seen his young boy sitting in front of the television watching Die Hard.

He's settled with the fact there's no answers on the making of the film itself. Amazingly, he still sometimes forgets the crazy bullshit he's been dealing with for what feels like forever now.

The camera floats through the room and into the kitchen where Trevor's wife is hunched over the counter in the dark, whispering on the phone. She's nearly sobbing, but she's angry at the same time. A nice angry cry. The worst. She takes the phone away from her ear as the other end becomes silent. She sobs and sniffles on her old sweatshirt once more and hangs the phone up on the wall. She walks into the living room and cuddles up on the couch next to her little boy to watch the movie. The camera pans back to the kitchen, where Doc sits on the counter across the room smoking a cigar smiling. He waves at the camera.

"Alright! Just WHAT THE FUCK?! What's he doing there?"

He stomps over to the desk and slams his hands down on the desk as the screen flicks off to another one.

"No, man. No. No. No. I've seen enough. This is bullshit. What's the point of this this?"

The man in black points to the television. The scene shows the outside of Trevor's house, flashing lights from police cars and a couple ambulances light up the neighborhood as there's a dozen of them lined up and down the street. Trevor sits on the curb smoking a cigarette as two bodybags are carted out of the house and loaded into the back of the meat wagons. The camera zooms in on Trevor, but the slowly pans up to show Doc standing against a tree watching all the action while enjoying a delicious cigar.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Trevor, I need you to do something for me."

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"You think he's dead?"

Unknown Soldier and the doc stand over the fat blob known as Trevor Dedntik. Soldier is poking him in the face with a stick.

"I think he's dead."

Trevor begins to stir; feeling the pain, the shortness of breath, the addiction all over again.... He opens his eyes and rises up looking up to the doctor who stands there smiling down at his beloved patient. Trevor regathers his bearings... Was that a dream? He shakes his head a thinks hard for a moment then it all clicks together. He looks back up to the doc and smiles back.

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