"The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask."
- Jim Morrison


Munich, Germany
Wednesday



Doctor D'Ville- Haben sie diesen mann gesehen?

The Doctor speaks in the smoothest German tongue. He's speaking with an extremely overweight man selling meat along the street. The Doctor shows the man a photograph and the man shakes his head, "nicht".

The Doctor continues walking down the street puffing from his large cigar. He stuffed the photograph in his inside coat pocket and began his search once again.

He knows his way around quite well, he's been in Germany countless times. But then again, is he ever lost? He continues down the street until he reaches a crosswalk where he stops with the mass of people. It's later in the afternoon and most of the patrons are either walking or using the public transportation available to take them home. The Doctor sees another man selling cigarettes near the other corner of the street. He approaches the man.


Doctor D'Ville- Haben sie diesen mann gesehen?

The Doctor pulls the picture again from his pocket and shows the man. The man looks and shakes his head, "Nicht."

Doctor D'Ville- Danke.

The Doctor thanks the man, stuffs the photograph back in his pocket, and walks away. You could say the Doctor's way of tracking someone down in such a large and populous city is like finding a needle in a hay stack, but this particular patient shouldn't be too hard to find. He's American, he should definitely stick out, and he walks around with a 6'4" man wearing a mask.

Doctor D'Ville- Hallo , meine freunde! Monday Madness is once again closing in, and your doctor, Doctor Louis D'Ville is your Main Event. Gator versus Doctor Louis D'Ville for the XWF Television Championship. If you're wondering what I'm doing here in Munich, well... It seems my good nature has got the best of me once again. I usually wait for my patients to come and find me, but I've made a special trip for this one. Because I see a man in constat peril and strife. A man under constant anxiety. A man that certainly needs my help.

The man in the photograph is Todd Moschitti. The camerman and sidekick of Doctor D'Villes next opponent, the defending Television Champion, Gator.


Doctor D'Ville- Jacob. Do your friends call you Jacob? You are absolutely right. We could go on for days about the trials you face daily. But should we? Do you seek the help that your partner seeks? I can see it in his eyes. Crying for help every waking moment of his life. In absolute agony and forced to follow a fellow in a disguise to fool himself. Do not be fooled by his mask as well, my friend. Behind it, Todd, is a shell of a man. Is Jacob an idol of yours? Or are you a hostage? I've come to Munich to give you a chance to rid yourself of this burden that goes everywhere you go. I've come to rid you of the headache you surely must endure all of the time. Is Jacob your friend? Or are you just his cameraman? Or are you just his puppy? At any angle I do not see a healthy, friendly relationship at all. A sidekick perhaps? I could be wrong. It's unlikely, unless you perhaps enjoy living in this poor man's shadow.

The Doctor walks across another street puffing away at another cigar. This time there are no masses to join, nor traffic to wait for. The streets of Munich are quiet and empty. He continues to walk and corners a street where a few doors down is an alleyway. It seems darker, almost black and white, compared to the rest of the city. The Doctor walks down the alley and between the buildings, hidden, is a small comic book store. The building is lit up with graphics and artwork that decorate every inch of the window and door. The Doctor approaches the building and opens the door.

The bell hanging slams against the door giving the signal that new company has arrived. There is already a young man sitting behind the counter staring into a comic book. The Doctor paces around a bit looking at the different artwork displayed around the shop. He approaches the counter and stands before it.

Doctor D'Ville- Haben sie diesen mann gesehen?

The young man looks at the picture presented to him and responds the same as all the others, "Nicht." The Doctor smiles and looks around.

Doctor D'Ville- I'm surely on the right track though, am I not? I've searched nearly every comic book store, every cigarette stand, and every food parlor in the city. With no sign of you, Todd. I suppose having a picture of Jacob would work a bit better or asking about a man in a red mask, but then again, I enjoy the hunt. Now, Jacob, in fairness. If you wish we discuss your issues with your father, we can, my friend. Does it date back before J-Pro? Where you admitted to being an under achieving, low carder that amounted to nothing in your father's shadow? Hm. Perhaps this is the reason you have, Todd. Another disguise! A man you keep as a personal camerman is to you nothing more than a "piss bucket." The same piss bucket that you were and still are to your father. I'm sorry for the aggression, my friend. I am not normally like this toward a patient, but you are in far too deep for any normal treatments. Taking that burden from your shoulder is the first thing, Jacob. Trust me, in your state of mind right now, you have no reason to carry that. With the XWF Television Title my word and name will stretch out and scream across the organization and everyone... EVERYONE will want to come and see the Doctor. It's an exhilerating feeling to be this close to what we've been looking forward to. The XWF officials toy with me with these "Wild Card" Tag Matches with the only purpose is to dispose of the ones that I've disposed of already. But the wait is over, my dear Jacob. The end of the week as well as the end of your title reign is upon us. I just hope my treatments can help you as well. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm still looking for someone...

The Doctor peers back up to the vendor who's head is still buried inside the comic book. The book ignites into flame and burns through the vendor as he continues to read. The other materials hanging on the walls and around him begin to catch fire and before long the entire store is a flame. The Doctor looks down and sees a Deadpool comic lying on the ground. He reaches down to pick it up and stuffs it inside his coat pocket and walks out of the store. The door slams behind him and he walks back out into the bustling streets of Munich.