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**Doctor Louis D'Ville** · **11-08-2014, 10:49 PM**

Feeding the Beast.

"Hello, my friends."

"Quite an interesting week it has been, don't you think? Eventful, for myself anyway, to say the least."

"Monday Madnesss is behind us along with the King of the Ring Tournament. Many competitors came and sought the crown, but only one remained at in the end, but we'll get to that in a moment. First, allow me to explain to you how the tournament went, from my perspective."

"Round one, as you probably know, was a wash for nearly everyone who advanced to the second round. I defeated my two opponents with much ease, Lucius Fyre and Lucifer Kage. Two gentlemen I believe entered the tournament for the sake of entering it and nothing more. By barely putting up a fight, I advanced to the second round and awaited my next opponent. Who on paper, was surely going to be my dear old friend Jacob. Well, he did not disappoint. That is, until we were actually supposed to meet."

"Jacob, I appreciate your kind gesture of allowing me to preserve my energy for later in the tournament, but what an awful decision on your part. I understand you had a big five-way title defense just a few short days later, but to pass up another session with the Doctor? How absurd. We could have easily stolen the show and it was only the second round! Instead, you chose to come to the ring, shake your doctor's hand, and be counted out. What a sacrifice on your part for that piece of tin you've had around your waist for months now. Your five opponents, however, didn't give you the fight you expected though, did they? Well, if you were unaware, the four other men you fought in your title defense were all in the tournament as well. Surely a few were a bit more rested come the title match than others, say Maverick and Gein, after losing in the first round. The Knight made it to the second round and lost to the smurf, and Justin Sane who was also defeated by Mister Frodo in the third round. Honestly, I did not and still don't see the purpose of stepping away from this tournament. But, of course, it is behind us now. Just promise me that someday down the road, whether you have that title or not, my friend, you'll stop in for another visit. Another session with the Doctor is much needed Jacob. Be sure that you have no other contests scheduled for the entire month following, if you must. There will be no walking away from the Doctor this time. Do not disappoint me, my friend."

"So, after the two first rounds were quite a wash for your doctor, I moved onto the semi-finals. If I was a gambling man, which I am, I would've placed money on how the tournament and it's winners have gone thus far. The semi-finals including myself against Tony Santos and Mister Frodo facing Justin Sane. Now, Mister Santos is no where near a newcomer here in the XWF. He's been around for quite some time, indeed. Of course, he acted like a newcomer. Looking too far ahead in the tournament, he overlooked the obvious threats along the way. Foolish, my friend. At least you knew who your opponent was most likely going to be. Or well, you broke it down to at least Gator or myself. But all it took was calling in a '302' and you were out like a light. So, after everyone doubted the Doctor. After everyone just read into our previous match well over a month ago. After they all assumed that Gator would advance to the finals. It was me. Excluding the dwarf, who I believe, had his fingers crossed the entire time for you Tony Santos. Sorry you had to let him down. Perhaps he could seek his vengeance another day."

"As I entered the ring for my final match of the evening, none other than Brock Lesnar comes out to spectate. I hope you enjoyed watching me destroy that hobbit in the middle of the ring, Mister Lesnar. Proclaimed to be the 'Match of the Week', it must have been quite the show indeed. After a full week of having to put up with Mister Frodo's never ending book of insults, I did exactly what I said I was going to do from the start. Win the tournament. So you may remain as the King of Dwarves. The Jarl of Faeries. The Prince of Puny. But, you will never be the King of the Ring, Mister Frodo. The XWF has long awaited for another King to rise and he is here. Not the joke that currently holds that crown, Peter Gilmour, but Doctor Louis D'Ville! The Doctor King! The King Doctor! The King of Doctors! However you wish to exclaim it, please do, and say along with me... 'Long live the King!'"

"Indeed, my last match against Mister Frodo was quite trying. The tiny man surely wanted the prize. Unfortunately for him, I did as well. Once the match was over and I buried the dwarf, my night was far from over. As it was announced from the beginning of the night by the Madness GM, Mister Fairfield, Brock Lesnar would fight the winner of the tournament. So, the winner of the tournament would have a shot at the crown. How VERY interesting."

"So while Mister Lesnar made his way to the ring for his match with the Doctor, I was attacked from behind, not randomly, but in a well planned attack from one of my long, lost patients, Luke Gunnar."

"Mister Gunnar, your timing could use some work, my friend. It's been a long time and although I've promised you as many sessions as you need, there is a time and place for that. Coming after me as you did that night is certainly a way to grasp my attention, but you've made a grave mistake. Not the attack, that was well planned and couldn't have come at a worse time for me, so 'kudos' to you, my friend. But, to think that I've forgotten about you? Come now, Mister Gunnar! The Doctor never forgets about a patient. I know you've been itching to get yourself back here for quite some time now. Whether you wish to admit of lurking in the shadows and hiding behind the curtain, your rodent-like ways have never changed. Go back to your cold, dark alleyways. Sit on top and look depressingly down over cities. Pull your hood up over your head, sneak through the crowd, and pick your opportunities. Although I may disagree with you methods of avoiding a true fight, I must give you credit. It was highly unlikely but, what if I would have failed earlier in the tournament? Would you have been waiting for me then, as well? Or were you just around to spoil my victory as Brock Lesnar and his friend did? Would you have attacked me from behind if Gator left me face down in a puddle of my own flesh and blood? Would you have came to shatter the pieces even more? Or was your entire attack based on me winning the tournament. Do elaborate for me, friend. I'm simply curious of how you had this all planned out, if you did. Certainly you didn't just buy a ticket to enjoy the show. You had a plan all along. Which leaves me with one question. Was the attack linked with Brock Lesnar? According to the two of you it was not. Just a coincidence then? That's one crazy coincidence. Maybe I should check that large target on my back, one more time."

"Judging by your actions then, Mister Gunnar. It would seem obvious that your crying out for help once again. As you did once before, but unfortunately the XWF did not grace us with another chance to settle what differences we once had. It does date back quite far, doesn't it? I believe it was both of our debuts here in the company. A battle royal where, you did not lose, but the three of us, including Kristen Silver were all victorious in the match! Am I correct? Goodness, I remember it like it was yesterday..."

Quote:"Replay: Relentless-Day 2 The Battle Royal"

There's the final three! Kristen Silver, Luke Gunnar, and...

DR. LOUIS D'VILLE! RIGHT BEHIND THEM!

A little out of it initially, he sneaks up on both Silver and Gunnar, before dumping them both over the top rope! Being that this attack was incredibly unexpected, neither think to catch the rope and instead fall to the ground.

Kristen Silver and Luke Gunnar - Eliminated

Winner: Doctor Louis D'Ville!

"It seems we're both anticipating title shots in our future, are we not? Do not get your hopes up, my friend. I'm still awaiting the GM's for a 'GM decision'..."

"Surely while you sat at home over the past couple of months, going through your rehabilitations and your therapies, you have kept a close eye on the happenings here in the XWF. It may seem I had quite a busy schedule while you were gone, but a doctor never forgets his patient, my friend. It may be past your ken, but you never once left my mind. I anticipated the day that you would return so that we could pick up where we left off. You and Mister Lesnar both made it clear that your actions during Madness were not linked. To set the record straight, I believe you. Both of you had different missions in mind, both involving my destruction, but different motives indeed. Plus, I do not believe it is your style to allign yourslelf with someone so openly. You live out of garbage cans and feast off the remains of whatever the bigger beasts left behind. Your analogies comparing me to the carcass and you to the lion is just silly. You are a rodent, Mister Gunnar. You scurry through alley ways and shadows and disguise yourself in your surroundings. Waiting for all of the real threats to subside to make your move. I believe Mister Lesnar was humored by the fact you needed to get your say in that night and let you be. Why wouldn't he? You volunteered yourself to take care of his dirty work. He's obviously a man of opportunity and a man with a little bit, if not the entire, of this company behind him. If you were not helping his cause that night, you would've been destroyed as well, Mister Gunnar. You displayed great courage doing what you did, even though it was foolish to cross me again."

"The XWF has not hesitated for us to settle this dispute over the crown, have they Mister Lesnar?"

"Not to strike a nerve right off the go here, but I must say I did not expect such a verbal response from you. Without Paul Heyman around to act as your puppeteer, I figured you would be lost in your thoughts, unable to communicate. It's good to know you've explained that you, indeed, have a mind of your own. A mind of your own... Yes sir. A mind that you barely have a use of. Do you use your mind, your thoughts, your speech to claim what you want? Of course not. You use your size and intimidation. I'm not sure what type of relationship you have with the General Manager of Madness, Mister Jeff Fairfield, but I doubt it's very mutual. Unless we begin talking about money. Mister Fairfield is obviously looking for some type of credentials for signing you to another bogus contract, and you, Mister Lesnar, are obviously here for a bit of extra cash in your pocket, are you not? After months of missing the action here, off doing whatever it is you do... WWE? Ultimate Fighting? Just living it up at home with the wife and kids? Regardless, you are back in the XWF."

Quote:"Monday Night Madness- 10/22/2014"
JEFF FAIRFIELD: "November 3rd. Monday Night Madness. King of the Ring. Tommy, you wanted in the tournament? You got it! Who knows, you may be facing this man... BRRRRRROCK! LESSSSSNAR!!!

"And you said you're not an enterainer."

"Quite the opposite if you ask me. You come in like a hail storm, claiming you wish to be part of this King of the Ring Tournament. However, after the brackets and card were posted, you and Mister Gunn were no where in sight. Surely, there was room for you on there, but like the coward that you are and Mister Fairfield seemingly in your back pocket, much like Mister Gunnar you had different plans and a way to elude the challenges involved. Was it another signing bonus in your contract? Perhaps you just threatened until you got your way. None of my business. My business is what became of a tournament that was supposed to end with my coronation as King of the Ring."

"Mister Fairfield came out for his normal little introduction for his show and explained to us all that you were to be the final opponent for the winner of the tournament. Well, isn't that something?"

"I did catch your ear when I claimed that you receive everything on a silver platter these days. Struck another nerver, perhaps? Let me explain something to you, Mister Lesnar. I am quite aware of your accomplishments that date back to you being a young buck in college. Winning amateur wrestling tournaments left and right. Your time in the WWE. Even your time here in the XWF. Your reputation definitely preceeds you. Indeed, you have worked for everything you've ever won or received. Until now. You see, it is your legacy as the 'Beast Incarnate', the former Heavyweight Champion of the World, and if we must go there, the current WWE Heavyweight Champion, that provides you a free ride to this day. You worked for years to become a legend in your own aspect and you use it daily to your advantage. A contract signed and designed by Mister Fairfield, surely including the stipulations you demanded during this tournament. You fooled us all when you and Mister Gunn approached me in the ring. Working together, after the long night that I had, after the attack from Luke Gunnar, and your little associate took me down. So after four matches and two attacks, yes, you pinned the King of the Ring. This Wednesday, my dear friend, history will not repeat. Continue your training and your interviews. Continue believing that this hold you may have on this company is relevent to stopping me. The months you've had off here will surely be your weakness, because I am not one to be beckoned with. Perhaps my accomplishments in this XWF world cannot match up to yours quite yet, but I am not far behind, Mister Lesnar. If nothing I've done till now makes you turn your head, then this Wednesday will be the moment you realize it. The few losses you've experienced in your past are nothing for me to gloat about. Everyone loses at some point. Even I, the Doctor, hold a loss under my belt here. Has it stricken me as a fault? Of course not. There will be a day where I get my redemption. The Television Title may change hands before I get back to Gator, but no matter. It is no longer something that I desire. What I desire is what I deserve right now. If you believe so much that you deserve the crown of King of the Ring without competing, then so be it. I disagree and, lucky for you, Wednesday we will have the chance to settle our little dispute."

"Unfortunately, the dispute over who is the rightful King does not end with you, Mister Lesnar. We have our current 'King' to deal with as well. Peter Gilmour. From what I understand Mister Gilmour, I don't believe you've ever won the title "King of the XWF". Correct me if I'm wrong of course, I've been known to neglect a bit of research in my past, so if I'm missing something do speak up."

"Are you sure this is something you want to get yourself involved with, Mister Gilmour? After all, the little 'Love Triangle' you've formed with Mister Loverboy and Morbid Angel seems to be taking up quite a bit of your time. You have the Three Kings to concern yourself with now. I'm sure your two new partner would frown upon you having the slightest bit of distraction going into a title defense, don't you think? You seem to be the type of fellow to not care about what others believe though, are you not? 'Suck My Dick'? Is that it? Your basic rebuttle for anything anyone has to say to you in the negative manner."

"I can understand why your a bit sour about this whole thing as well, Mister Gilmour... After all, you were never awarded a shot at the crown before were you? Well, perhaps, the former three Kings of the XWF didn't see you fit to be a King. As I share the same feelings with them. Sure the accolades you present are impressive. Former Hart Champion. Former eleven-time Xtreme Champion. FORMER five-time Tag Team Champion... Need I go on? That sure is a lot of 'formers' there, my friend. Those three alone... One, two... Fourteen... Nineteen losses. My, oh, my. Well not counting the other titles you've FORMALLY held, we need a few more hands to count the losses, don't we? The crown you carry so proudly now was given to you because they either felt sorry for you or wanted to continue a joke that's been going on since the title itself has been exempt. You've brought shame to it, claiming your worth and calling yourself such a thing. As well as that Trios Title you carry around now. Hand picked by Mister Loverboy himself. My goodness, you must be proud. Surely it was your reputation and your talent that brought Mister Loverboy to his decision. Well that, or perhaps Mister Loverboys failure to make friends around here and your constant lust for gold was the perfect match. He needed a friend and you needed something to make yourself feel a tad bit higher than the rest of us. Congratulations, Mister Gilmour. You've tainted another XWF Title."

"I'm not stupid, Mister Gilmour. It's obviously made you bitter that there is a new King here in the XWF. The likliness of you just handing over the crown is unimaginable in my mind. You have a message for me this Wednesday? Well, I cannot wait. I cannot wait to see what you have in store for the Doctor during his 'coronation'. I'm sure it will involve those three magical words that you constantly shout about to everyone you meet. I'm sure that I'll have to watch myself because following this little ceremony, I'm proving to Mister Lesnar that it takes a lot more than his previous actions to get what he wants around here now. The XWF may have been your playground for months, even years, before my induction. Play time is over, Mister Gilmour. If you wish to cause trouble over this whole thing? So be it, friend. I can assure you that things will not pan our for you in the end. All you're doing is risking what prizes you do have now. If the Trios Title is that precious to you and if you wish to continue defending it with your new found friends. Then I suggest you walk to the ring on Wednesday with my crown, place it before me, and bow to your King. Any other route will, I promise, lead you to your demise."

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