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**Doctor Louis D'Ville** · (06-30-2015)

"Our greatness is found not by chasing our dreams of a perfect life nor from running away from what scares us the most, but by anchoring ourselves deeply in this moment and every moment as it unfolds."

â€• Edwin Memerto

I wouldn't hold onto this this moment, Peter. It may sting a bit.

Good Times . . .

The mansion was bustling more than it ever has. Servants were rushing around, bumping into each other, and accomplishing from technical to the most tedious tasks. All to prepare for the Wednesday Madfare Supershow.

Surely the decision to host the XWF at the Mansion of Mastermind left the XWF world a bit surprised. Even the Master of Minds, himself, was surprised to hear about the event. He thought nothing of it. Mastermind is, of course, back to his old kind-hearted self again, thanks to the good Doctor's assistance.

Mastermind claims to remain at the Doctor's side in the Asylum. A loyal general in the Doctor's army. The last encounter that the Doctor has had with the Master of Minds dates back to the April 29th Wednesday Warfare in a Universal Title defense. Mastermind distanced himself for the week and never really seemed settled afterward. But regardless, never really showed any disdain towards the Doctor or his Asylum.

A few weeks before the match was announced, the Doctor spent some time visiting the Mansion of Mastermind. More of like a retreat, I suppose. After the Doctor's foiled plan in unPleasantville, Mastermind completed his first deed for his Higher Power and rescued them via helicopter during a raid. Their escape wasn't easy, and many of the Doctor's army were left behind, but Mastermind pulled through for his new found friends and took them to his home in New Zealand.

So it's been some time since the Doctor has enjoyed the comfort of sitting in the Chair of Mastermind. He sat with his feet on the wooden table in front of him, a glass of scotch in one hand, and his finest brand of cigar in the other.

Luxurious, indeed.

The Doctor takes a large puff from the large cigar in his hand and exhales it into the air. The smoke cloud hovers above his head and grows thick like a storm cloud as it sticks to the warm, tropical air.

Hello, my friends.

The Doctor takes a short sip from his glass.

It has been far, far too long since I've had the luxury of enjoying a nice scotch, while sitting in this glorious chair of my dearest Mastermind.

How have you been, my friend? It's been quite some time since I've heard from you. I apologize that I haven't written, myself. I understand you've taken a bit of a sabbatical. Well, time to wake up, am I right? If you're not going to the XWF then the XWF is COMING TO YOU!

HA!

Now, I've never really liked the idea of any "Special Guests" during my matches. Whether they be a ring announcer, referee, announcer, or spectator, I disagree. You see, my sesssions, don't get me wrong, are open to anyone who wishes. My doors are always open, folks. However, it's this whole "Special" thing that just makes me cringe a bit. I've seen enough snakes in the grass around this fine federation, and most of them feed from the actions of others. Someone who is, "Special", only means they're someone looking to poke their nose in the Doctor's business. Doctor confidentiality, people. Stay out of it. And I appreciate the cooperation and understanding you've all had when offering your "Special" services during my matches. I kindly decline and you walk away. This time, however, it seems that the decision has been made for me!

Splendid!

I'm glad to see that the XWF-Heads have finally made a decent decision in regards to my sessions around here. I did them a favor and stepped forward on my own and found my own opponent for the event. They, however, went out of their way and found themselves a "SPECIAL GUEST" referee for this event. Our beloved host for this fine event, Mastermind!

Like I said I would normally be against such a thing, but the stars are aligned, my friends. All of this just makes sense and I love it. Mastermind, it would be a pleasure to have you watch over the Universal Title Match. It must be quite a pleasure for yourself, as well! Not only hosting the entire show but also part of this HUGE main event. You won't have to do much, my friend. After all, it is a Buried Alive Match. Not a Last Man Standing Match, as you obviously must have misunderstood.

It's going to be quite simple. Peter and I are going to put on a show for you all. We'll be dancing around that arena leaving a trail of blood everywhere we go. The result? Mister Gilmour six feet underground, buried alive.

So, you're only duty, Mastermind? Ring the bell and raise my hand when you've decided I've thrown enough dirt on my victim. Easiest job on the planet, my friend. I'm glad to see you still align yourself with the Asylum. I'm also glad you're not letting that get in the way of your intentions during the match. Fair and square is fine with me. I've looked forward to putting Peter Gilmour to rest for quite some time now. And I would honestly hate if it was ruined due to some outside interference or an ignorant, one-sided official. I know you're better than that though. That's why I'm glad it's you. No matter what the circumstances, Mastermind, you've always been a very proud individual. It made you a perfect fit as one of my generals, regardless of win/loss records! Your persistence and your committment made you a star in the XWF regardless of what Defiance, or anyone else has EVER said.

Do you remember how they mocked us?

Do you remember how they quivered in fear and laughed at my decision?

Do you remember how they degraded you as they would scroll down the roster of the Asylum.

Do you remember?

Look who's still here, my friend. Defiance is no more and the Asylum remains at the very crest of the mountain. Untouchable. So, who's laughing now? Our time together has not ended quite yet, Master of Minds. I definitely look forward to your long awaited return and I bow to you. This event will be something for the books, and the Doctor is glad you'll be part of it.

Peter.

Peter, Peter, my dear, Peter.

For those of you who may not know, I've been looking forward to a session with Peter Gilmour for quite some time now. If you couldn't tell when I finally challenged, I demanded it was finally time that it happened.

Why now?

I'm not sure I have an answer for that.

It's been eleven months since I've joined this fine organization and, well, I've never had the pleasure of officially sharing the ring with Peter Gilmour. Don't get me wrong, here. We DO, indeed, have a history, my friends. Oh, yes, we definitely do. I'll waste a little bit of time here and explain so no one is left in the dark.

Long before the Doctor was revealed as the Higher Power, there was a little tournament the Suits threw together to name the NEW King of the XWF. Well, a little bit of a history lesson here, the XWF was without a King for a long, long time. Mister Gilmour was just the so-called, "Protector of the Crown". A self-proclaimed "King" with nothing but a crown of shit on top of his head. That's all this crown was when you held it, Peter. I take that back. You didn't "hold" it, when you had it. When John Madison or whoever stopped kissing your ass for five seconds and gave you a prize just for being you. Like in first grade when everyone wins a little trophy. Well, Peter. I think you've noticed as of late that the XWF is out of hand-outs. Your time here in the XWF is so bland and so extensive, I'm not even sure why you're even still booked. Now, I admit, you ARE pretty entertaining, Peter. But one thing I've noticed is that you're at the butt-end of a lot of jokes around here. The first one, in my time anyway, being the crown, which you already had possession of.

So, Peter walks around the XWF wearing this empty crown on his head for months. When the time for a new King arrives, he's no where in sight. What kind of king doesn't defend his crown?! He let the tournament happen, the result of course being the obvious, and begins to whine and complain about giving it up. Not only is that a lack of respect to the newly crown king, Peter, but you are once again ruining what it once stood for by being the pathetic little puke that you are.

Two Wednesdays following the tournament, the XWF and Mister Ozymandias thought it would be cute for Peter to officially present the crown to the new king. What a perfect disaster.

Peter, you must be getting a little loopy after all this time here. Too many shots to the head maybe? Mister Gilmour claims that the Doctor attacked him at this little Inauguration Ceremony. It's a possibility that Peter's just lying, but I think he's just a moron. Everyone seen it, Peter.

Frodo attacked you, my friend. Do you remember? He Gilmour Cutted you and then did some weird naked dance and left. Then it was YOU, who attacked me. After I waited patiently for Frodo to finish whatever Gawd-awful thing he was doing to you, you Gilmour Cutted me.

Lack.

Of.

Respect, my friend.

So I bit your ear off and spit it in the mouth of that wench that follows you around everywhere. Who, it would appear, was the one you actually Gilmour Cuttered. But how? XWF-Mystery . . .

There's not a lot of people that are still active here in the XWF, Peter, that have been here as long as you have. Someone like yourself should be the face of this company with or without a title. Instead, like I said before, you're the joke. It's the complete opposite of what I thought before. Upon my arrival, Peter Gilmour was someone that I HAD to meet. I HAD to encounter. And HAD to beat. As time went on, I realized that beating you wasn't a special feat at all. Hell, there's fellows that have faced you three or four times over and I haven't had the chance a single time. Yet, here I am. Not only the prestigious KING of the XWF, but also, the XWF Universal Champion. A title that you've NEVER been able to call yourself in all the years you've spent here.

So, onto current events. You seem a bit torn between reality and what the little strong man in your head is telling you. In one hand your walking out of Mastermind's Estate the Universal Champion. Yet, on the other your unsure whether or not you'll be the man to finally take me down. Let's dumb it down a little bit more Peter.

I'm a great champion? Yes. I agree. You'll be a greater champion? Let's see you be a champion first, Peter. The thirteen times you've held the X-Treme Title? None of those times were during my tour here in the XWF. As for the other accolades that you think make you some kind of ICON around here? Don't waste my time. Do you know why I'm short on awards and accolades, Peter? Because I've been XWF Universal Champion for nearly half of the time I've been here. There's really not much more to chase after once you have it all, my friend. It must really get old staying hungry ALL the time. Fighting week in and week out. Competing in matches to prove you can stand above the rest and go for some gold. Those days are far behind me. Those days, are your life. As many foes that you've had to have blown through in the past, Peter, I'm far different from any other. And you know this. Through your ignorance. Through your mind numbing ignorance, you see the true threat that lies before you.

And it scares you.

You've been looking for this opportunity for a long time, have you? Then why did it take an extreme amount, even DAYS, of convincing for you to accept?! And it was the Dimallisher that even came up with the idea! You are indeed a foolish fool, my friend. If I wouldn't have stayed after you, this would have been completely forgotten about and you would have gone on with your life. You would have come out the very next day and said how you are the best and will be the best Universal Champion some day. Well, this will put an end to those foolish rambles.

You are NOT the best, Peter. You are NOT going to be champion. And you are most definitely NOT the king of anything. This should be a wake up for you, Peter, but I know you all too well. All this is going to do is mark another tally along the Doctor's wall and leave you, once again, forgetting anything ever happened. At least I'll get what I want out of this whole thing. I have a strong belief that, even though you really pose no threat to anyone here, you are, indeed, a pillar to the XWF. Part of it's very foundation. I'm not saying the XWF wouldn't be here without you. But surely, when people think of the XWF, I'm sure Peter Gilmour is one of the very first names that come to mind. How is one to ever become a legend around here without taking down one of the XWF's own pillars? Well, I'm not about to find out.

I'm sorry to spare of you of any "fat" or "

" jokes, Peter. I know it's right down your alley, but it's not really my thing. Another reason why we've waited far too long to finally meet. You know absolutely nothing about me.

The Doctor snuffs out his cigar in the the glass he emptied during his monologue. He reaches for a close remote control and points it a the large television that seemed to have appeared out of thing air. He clicks and the television lights up to a black and white screen. He watches as a small girl dressed in a rags runs through heavy rain across a street and down a dark alley. She seeks shelter inside a large cardboard box lying on it's side. She pulls her legs together while holding a small, stuffed bunny-rabbit tightly in her arms.

The Doctor smiles as he pulls another cigar from inside his jacket. As he lights it the door to the office swings open.

"Doctor?"

The Doctor holds the match inches away from his cigar and takes his attention away from it for just a moment to see his visitor.

Maria, my dear! Long time, no see?

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