"Hello, my friends! My name is Doctor Louis D'Ville."

Doc sniffs the air.

"You know, I've been getting some real strange vibes lately."

He sniffs again. Harder.

"Ya smell that?"

Doc shakes his head and pulls the motionless body of his tag team partner, Unknown Soldier, from nowhere and Doc's half of his XWF Tag Team Championship and throws them on the ground. Unknown Soldier's grasp is still tight on his own half of the titles.

"I smell a fire. I smell shit burning miles away. I know you're there. Where ya at?"

Doc reaches down and grabs hold of the belt and steps on his partner's head as he rips it out of his hand. He holds the two titles up and smiles from ear to ear........

"Come and get 'em."

He applies pressure to his foot and smashes his partner's head like a pumpkin.

"Because I'm here."

Danny comes out from some bushes to the side, pulling up the zipper of his neon green trousers. Danny sniffs at the air, unable to smell what the Doc seems to be cooking. He cocks his head to the side, giving the underside of his chin a scratch.

"I'm not quite sure what I'm supposed to be smelling, or who it is you're talking to."

Glancing at the body of the dead Unknown Soldier:

"There's a dead guy by your feet by the way."

"Of course you wouldn't."

Doc's still scraping the head from his boot.

"... And I know..."

He pulls a cigar from inside his coat pocket and lights it...

"Why are you here again?"

Danny squats low, observing the gunk being scrapped Doc's boot.

"Well, I heard an old old man talking to himself, waving his belt about and dragging a body about... I was curious. Aaaannd maybe a little worried for yer' health."

Danny glances up from his position, with a smile on his face.

"Aren't you the little boy scout? Shame the distress you sensed was actually aggression. You'd make a terrible dog."

Danny lets out a little giggle, raising up to his full length, which isn't much really.

"Well with all the wonderful sniffing of difficult to smell things and soiling of the underside of boots you're doing... You'd probably make a really good doggie."

Danny, takes a hand to stroke the Unknown Soldier's slightly grimy title.

"I could really use one of these, my pants never seem to want to stay up"

Doc continues to hold on tightly to his belt as it suddenly bursts into flames.

Doc keeps hold of the flaming title belt, as he and his other tag title belt burn up and blow away as ash.

The ash forms into a flame again which then forms into Doctor D'Ville who now stands nose to nose with Danny Imperial.

"Let's slow down here a bit. Do you even know where you are right now?"

Doc just happens to be finishing squirting the last bit of mustard on a hot dog before looking up to Danny Imperial.

"Well then..."

Doc hands the hot dog towards Danny Imperial.

Doc stands, memorized at the amazing deep-throating ability that Danny Imperial has. While wide-eyed, the corpse of Unknown Soldier suddenly RISES UP! He unbuckles his belt and his tattered jean shorts drop to the ground revealing his rotted demon cock!

Doc pulls another hot dog bun out from the bag and grabs Unknown Soldier's cock with it and squirts and unSatanly amount of mustard on it and hands it to Danny Imperial as well!

"Plenty to go around, my friend! Have another!"

Taking the second dog from Doc's hands, Danny gives it a little sniff. The familiar scent of rotting flesh drifts to his nostrils. Glancing at the shining belt, and with a grumble of his belly, Danny chomps down on the dog.

"Not quite as succulent, but your friend could really use a belt to keep his pants up. See, shouldn't have set it aflame should ya?"

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"Glad you could join us, Mister Blaq."

Doc, still a bit mesmerized by Danny Imperial's love for cock, scratches his head.

"Are you lost, as well?"

Cadryn pulls the reigns back on his trusty steed Roseanna, slowing her to a stop in front of Doc and Danny.

Cadryn: Fellas.

Cadryn tips his hat to the gentleman in typical cowboy fashion.

Cadryn: Beautiful weather today.

"So you're a cowboy now?"

Doc pulls an unopened box of Trix out from inside his jacket and tries handing it up to Cadryn shaking it....

"Trix are for dicks anyway, right?"

Cadryn smiles at Doc.

Accepting the gracious gift of Trix he hath bestowed upon him.

Cadryn: Everybody loves cereal, Doc. Regardless of their sexual preference.

Poof.

Purple and gray smoke blow away, Father Slathe and I appear from the shadows. I am in a haji squat position with my neck shackled to a tow chain that rests over Father Slathe's right shoulder and grasped by his right hand. His old redwood walking cane in his left hand he is smiling, my eyes stare at the ground. Even more now so after losing my shot for the Hart Championship a third time. Father Slathe treats me like a feral dog, can't say I blame him. The discipline and skill he has taught me. Hasn't stained my soul yet. Father Slathe takes a few steps forward. I follow on all fours like an ape. He then stops slamming his walking stick into the ground and resting my chain through it like a post and chain.

Father Slathe: "Well well, look what we have here some good old fashioned dick dogs? So who's throwing the party and why weren't we invited? Just teasing. My pet and I were just on a little shadow stroll and well I sensed a little fun in this area right here. So what are we getting into Gentleman?"

"Not sure how calling you a dick was a shot at your sexual preference, but I figured you were still the 'Cereal Man' regardless of your new achy breaky bootin tootin horse ridin' something worth my time wannabe fuckin' attitude today."

"And Mister Slathe, unfortunately for you and your pet, there is no party here. I just believe these men are hungry."

Father Slathe: "Oh well too bad, I'll leave yah to feed the children then good sir. Salutations Doc."

Poof.

The same purple and gray smoke from our arrival appears. Spiraling around the both of us Father Slathe and I. Completely covering our bodies from any of the other men in the area. The smoke clears and we are nowhere to be seen.