"Be sober, be vigilant, because your adversary D'Ville, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour."

- Peter 5:8



The Office of Doctor Louis D'Ville

Doctor D'Ville- Hello, Jacob. I've decided our last session should take place in a more comfortable and subtle environment. Because after this, we begin our treatments. We've had such long sessions the past week together, you and I. We've had our discrepancies. We've had our grievances. But now it comes down to one thing.

The Doctor takes a drink.

Doctor D'Ville- All of this time you've denied me, Jacob. You've pushed my words aside and you claim... I am false. A fake. You've always just assumed sureness in yourself. Well you know, perhaps I'm not a doctor. Maybe, I don't know what I've been talking about. And my claims and diagnosis were just things I made up. Maybe the Red Beauty was right? Perhaps I'm just a monster. A monster here to destroy your life, Gator. Perhaps a beast that's come after you, determined to find out your deepest darkest secrets. Or perhaps, just an old man with a very sore mind.

Or perhaps I'm a doctor. At the beginning of the week, Gator, I knew nothing about you. The day you stepped into my life, all you were, was a shiny piece of gold. Now however? I feel I know... very much about you. I wasn't digging in your mind for answers to the questions I asked, you did the digging for me. Everything from the J-Pro, to your father, to your soul-mate. And by soul-mate, I refer to Mister... M... Mow---shitty. I know you've been much more than a camera to him, Todd, but I feel I've brought you two even closer together with my practices. Trying to find a tear in the fabric of your relationship has sown you two even closer together.

Maybe I am as crazy, if not crazier, than you. I have issues with my father. I've sought out and abducted companionship. And.. Everyone has a vice, right? But then again, I watch and laugh as you dance around in that mask of yours and instigate everyone around you, just to cover it up with a joke every five seconds. Just like how I'm a joke. Are you trying to cover me up too? The Television Title is not something I take lightly right now, Gator. I've yet to be taken down and I will remain ignorant of what it's like. You will not be the one, Gator. My, first, very own match in the XWF, is a title shot against you. So now, after an entire week of wondering, you can tell ME whether I've earned it or not.

The Doctor stands up and walks across the room. A metal door separates him from the outside. He opens it and walks through into a tavern.


Grand Junction, Colorado
Sunday Morning

The Doctor exits from the restroom in the back corner of the tavern and walks back to the booth. He looks ahead and sees his associate has left. He approaches the bar and the Barmaid approaches him.

Barmaid- Your friend sure left in a hurry.

Doctor D'Ville- Indeed madam. He's late for an appointment.

The Doctor snickers as he smiles to the Barmaid and exits the tavern. The streets of Grand Junction are once again as quiet as can be. The Doctor makes his way down the street and approaches a bus stop at the end of Grand Avenue and takes a seat.

Meanwhile, across town, the Ex-Detective argues with a cop in regards to a parking ticket he's just been written.

Trevor- I was only in there FIVE minutes, I swear!

Officer- We have reports this car has been parked here for over twelve hours, sir.

Trevor- Well, I'm here now. You're writing it, I'm here. I'm moving the car! C'mon guy!

The Officer looks inside the vehicle and sees the different liquor bottles that pollute the backseat, front seat, and entire car. The Officer looks at the Ex-Detective.

Officer- You been drinking, cowboy?

Trevor- At eight-thirty in the morning, Officer? Puh-lease.

Officer- Well it's five o'clock so how about putting your hands on the hood of your car for me.



The Doctor sits quietly in the back of the bus as it travels back to a bus terminal. From there he will climb onto another bus to Denver. From Grand Junction to Denver should take about four hours.

When the bus arrives at the terminal, the Doctor steps off one bus and heads towards another ticket booth. He buys another ticket and stands in wait for his time on the road to begin again.

Doctor D'Ville- The contest of time. What will come sooner, fifteen minutes or one of our departures? I think you need to explain to me again the benefits of this. Well, your benefits are obvious, I suppose. No winner, though? That equals no winner to me. And as I said before, I'm a survivor, Gator. Fifteen minutes does not intimidate me in the least. Whether my wrinkly, ugly, old face displays whether I am capable or not. You have NO idea my capabilities. Whether you've DVR'd my previous sessions and studied them through and through. You have NO idea what I'm capable of. Laugh all you want, Gator. Yes. Please. Laugh. Get as much joy out of this as you possibly can. The father. The mask. The Red Beauty. All of those things best not be clouding your mind, my friend. I've tried all week long to prepare you for this, yet... Yet. Well, what can I say. You live it, don't you?

The Doctor scratches his head, looks at his wristwatch and moves on throughout the bus terminal. He catches a young man loading nearly a half dozen briefcases into the trunk and backseat of his small car. He's angry and nearly throwing them back there. There's a young woman from the other side screaming at him at the same time. The Doctor smiles and approaches.


The Ex-Detective wakes up in a jail cell. His head and body rests on a cloth cot placed in a room away from all the other prisoners brought in for public intoxication. He leans up and looks around.

Yep... I'm in jail.

He crawls off the cot and walks across his personal cell to the door. The guard notices him coming back to life and picks up the phone. He dials a three numbers, says something indecipherable, and hangs up. The Ex-Detective holds himself up on the bars of his cell.

Trevor- Hey, uh. You got a smoke, pal?

The guard looks at him a bit bewildered and reaches into his coat pocket.

"Just a moment...!"

The Ex-Detective and guard look around the corner and see the Police Chief standing before them. The guard backs off and stands aside.

Now what

The Chief- Do you realize that this man could rip your head off in an instance, my boy?

The Chief stepped in and looked over the Ex-Detective from outside the cell. Sizing him up almost.

The Chief- Hm.

what

Trevor- What.

The Chief shakes his head. He pulls a cigarette from inside his pocket and reaches through the bars to hand it to the Ex-Detective. He kindly gestures and signals for a light. The Chief reaches down and provides one. He continues to stare at the Ex-Detective as the prisoner enjoys his smoke.

WHAT?!

Trevor- Do you HAVE a fucking problem? Listen, I'm here for public drunkenness! I'm being treated like I've committed murder or something. I want to know what the fuck is going on and I want to know what the fuck your problem is.

The Chief laughs a bit and continues to stare through the Ex-Detective.

The Chief- Well, sonny. I believe I'm staring at a ghost.



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