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Doctor Louis D'Ville Away
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(heel alignment but liked by many; has earned respect despite breaking the rules often)


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12-03-2016, 02:47 AM





                                                                                                                              





































































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012

S E E D




Trevor sits alone in a pancake house, shoveling a stack of flapjacks in his mouth like he was digging for gold. After Doc and Soldier found him in the woods back in Norway, when the team won the XWF Tag Team Titles, Doc took the liberty of sending him back to the states where he hoped Trevor could fit in the best while in his current state. Not a fat ugly Irishman, of course, but a lost soul on some serious borrowed time.

It's been a couple of weeks since then, and Trevor wasn't happy to continue the whole body snatcher crap, but he didn't really have a choice. He didn't know what Doc or the man in black had planned for him, but he knew there was definitely some certain shit brewing.

He accepted Doc's offer to fly back to the states. Not completely because he grew tired of following him and that psycho tag team partner of his around everywhere, but because now he had a mission of his own now. A gamble that will hopefully free him from what ever-living HELL this is that the Doc has him trapped in. Trevor's rolling the dice on some fucked up vision he had.

The fat physique was still something Trevor was getting used to. The plane ride over here was amusing, to say the least. Now, he sits against a bar while his fat ass completely absorbs the barstool. As he digs through the flapjacks, he ponders about his vision and the white room. At the time, he was totally convinced he was dead. He was running through the woods, this body in no condition for this bullshit couldn't take anymore, and it fucking quit. Everything went white. Plus, the life flashing before the eyes, the guy... It was all like one of those really... REALLY vivid dreams.



"i need you to do something for me, Trevor."

The man in black's voice echoed through the white room and into Trevor's brain. He shutters for a moment then stares back at his host.

"I need you to die."

The hair on the back of his neck and across his arms stiffen up and a cold streak blasts through his spine. He remains expressionless but shakes as he reaches inside his pocket for his smokes.

"Ya mind?"

The man in black laughs and shakes his head as Trevor lights up a cigarette. Trevor starts to laugh as he talks through the smoke.

"Ya know, it's funny."

"What's that, my son?"

"It's funny that when this asshole FIRST started fucking with my life... That's all I ever wanted..."







The Doctor managed to barely rescue his tag team partner, Unknown Soldier, from the clutches of Soldier's ex-girlfriend, Hillary Clinton. With precise planning and cunning actions, Doc nabbed Soldier and escaped via train hijacked by none other than Bill Cosby. Unfortunately, the team was left stranded again as Soldier shoved Cosby from the window to his death and derailed the train from the old abandoned track.

The two blasted out of the wreckage like a couple of grenades going off and brushed the dust from their clothes. It made no difference for Soldier. His clothes were ripped and he looked like absolute shit after the hours upon hours of torture.

"What the fuck, Doc?! I was having a fucking blast dude!"

"There's more on the table at the moment than your little torture games, my friend! We have the Tag Team Titles to defend, remember?!"

"Yeah, but.. Did you see the shit they had?! I felt like a P.O.W. for SATAN! sake, Doc. It was like a dream come fuckin' true....."

Doc and Soldier went on to successfully defend their titles against Dolly and Luca just as they planned to, which brings us all right into Wild Card Weekend. A two night extravaganza which involves the answer to Vincent Lane's card games and a session that the doctor has INDEED been drooling over. Thaddeus Duke now stands opposed to the good ol' Doc. A match brewed up by none other than Vinnie himself to fill some seats and bring the house to the ground even before his huge Elimination Chamber match; the MAIN EVENT where Unknown Soldier will claim the UNIVERSE for Doctor SATAN! and become the XWF UNIVERSAL CHAMPION.

After the most recent Warfare, even though they were both destined for Jersey, the Doctor and his tag team partner went their seperate ways. Doc was determined to catch up with his good friend Trevor Dedtnik and Soldier had his own thing with the Universal Title match.




Doc wasted no time arriving to Atlantic City for the next XWF event, WILD CARD WEEKEND. Weeks before the event Doc was there roaming the streets, adrming the people in and out of the casinos, hotels, and restaurants. The world was like in fast-forward around him... Everything happened so fast and it all completely ignored the doctor. He made his way inside a small pancake house hidden between a laundromat and a Tai restaurant. It had a small bar and a few booths open along the window. Doc made his way back and sat alone in the back corner booth.

"Well, there you go, my friends. The XWF Tag Team Champions have one on their belt. That's one more than a several month long reigning Universal Champion. Soldier and I have proven even before this match that we are a strong, well-functioning machine of destruction, hate, and rape. Gather 'round, all of you, take your partner by the hand. Take a chance with Doctor SATAN! It matters NOT who stands before us, these Tag Titles STAY."

"Things are different at Wild Card Weekend, however. Doctor SATAN! is placed on hold and the two of us have DIFFERENT agendas at hand."

The doctor reaches into his pocket and lights up a cigar. He watches the entrance as a fat, sloppy Irish man walks into the diner and waddles over to the bar. Doc smiles as he makes his cigar glow in the dark as he focuses back to his words.

"Hello, Mister Duke."

Doc chuckles.

"Apologies. Mister Duke is your father, am I right?"

He chuckles some more.

"Fear not, my young lad, the doctor knows just how much you've stressed that you are NOT Sebastian Duke. You're not your father, or your grandfather, for that matter. You know, to be honest, I barely have anything to compare the two of you to anyway. I never had much time with your old man during his most wonderful time here. I do respect the fact that you obviously don't wish to ride on any coat tails or strive on an already known legacy. Starting from absolute scratch is the best way to make yourself known and respected around here. Look at your new little girlfriend, for example. Miss Dolly came out of the woodwork once poor ol' Muddy just couldn't take anymore. She's not exactly our level, but don't get me wrong, she's doing a hell of a job, my young friend. She and her pal Luca couldn't get it done last week, but those were certain circumstances, right? "

"Like I said before, you've seemed like a pretty modest fellow, so far. At least towards ME anyway. Real competition? Well, I would hope so. Don't make me fucking blush. All of this coming from a fellow who's 2-0, I feel absolutely fucking blessed and thankful for your gratitude, Young Mister Duke. What about my real competition? Why don't you say something and stick to it? Are you Sebastian Duke's son, or not? Do you deserve to be placed better on cards? Do you deserve to be in Main Events? Your girlfriend likes to brag about Main Events too, champ, that's one peg she's been bumped now. After hearing your bitching and moaning about descent competition this week, I don't suppose your track record here, win or not, is very impressive. So, I'm not sure what you deserve and what you don't. The way you've been vulturing around the title scenes lately isn't just creepy, but a little absurd too if you ask the good doctor. Let the men decide who goes where, little buddy. We promise, you'll get what's coming to you. At the moment, it's not very much. It's me showing you what your daddy missed out on. There's another point that you can throw up on your secret little scoreboard that we all know your keeping. You danced with the doc. Then you have that slim, slight chance that you beat me. I've been beaten, I'm not ignorant to that fact, but those tallies come rare. So, one would be curious what comes after such a feat, hm? I'll put your mind to ease and relieve Mister Lane of the thought of it, beause unfortunately for you, the doctor is done giving free sessions out around here. It took a little while but I think I've become hungry enough to be the Big Bad Wolf that everyone liked to recognize me as once before."

"So what does that mean? That means my place does not belong in the Wildcard Elimination Match for the UNIVERSAL Championship. No! Not at all."

"BUT."

"My place IS at the top."

Doc shrugs.

"And you all know that. If I WAS in that match for the title, I'd win it and we'd be right back where we were last year. You know, it's been fun seeing what could happen with me out of the picture for a while. Mister Lane finally got his time in the limelight, Scully became champion, and of course, something that could have NEVER happened while I was champion, Mister Peter Gilmour is your reigning UNIVERSAL Champion. The excitement is overwhelming, my friends. So, looking around as a young child like Thaddeus Duke.... In a place where, whether he likes it or not, he most definitely has roots. I can see where all of this excitement and all of these outbursts could have been coming from. No matter what you've seen here thesee passed couple of weeks, little boy, dreams DO NOT come true. Ever. What Peter is experiencing right now is an absolute nightmare and his title reign is going to be worst the Scully's at this point. Like I mentioned, if I had anything to do with it.... Yeah....."

Doc smiles watches as Trevor destroys a literal mountain of flapjacks before his eyes. The world around Trevor seems to freeze as the doctor rises up out of the booth and walks towards him. Trevor looks up and notices the strangeness around him and his jaw drops before he realizes exactly what's going on and then finishes the bite of food.

"What's up, Doc?"

Trevor yells out loud with a mouthful of food. Doc's steps echo across the floor as he makes his way to the bar and has a seat beside his long-time patient.

"Hello Trevor."

"How are ya?"

Doc laughs and takes another long drag from his cigar. The room around them glows red now and a thick layer of smog hovers over their heads.

"As good as I could ever be, my friend, but this is never about me. You know that."

"Is it?"

Trevor goes for another forkful of flapjacks, but they're covered and half eaten up by maggots and worms. He just closes his eyes and pushes the plate away.

"How are YOU, Trevor?"

"As good as I could ever be, LOU..."

Trevor begins to rush through his pockets searching for something... Unable to find what he's looking for he snaps his fingers a couple times to the doctor, who then presents him with a cigarette.

"Thanks."

Trevor takes the smoke from the doc and borrows a light.

"Well, fuck, man. I'm resurrected from the GOD damn grave, right? My original body was so fucked up that I had to, which is the best way I can explain the shit, body snatch some dickhead from Ireland...."

He leans forward to the doc and points to himself.

"This is fucking bullshit, man. What the fuck are we doing? Is this some fucking game or what?"

Doc smirks and snuffs out the cigar on the bar and gets up.

"You know they have ashtrays."

Trevor watches Doc for another second.

"Are you going to say something?!"

The doctor laughs and pats Trevor on the shoulder. He looks over at Trevor with his puppy dawg eye.

"I think you have more to say than I do, hm..?"

Doc chuckles. Trevor rubs his eyes and tears flood out over his fat fingertips.

"Yeah, I suppose I do. I had a dream."

"A dream?"

"Yeah, after you and your fucked up friend were burning churches and I pissed off the entire Godless Norwegian population? Yeah. I had a fucking dream man."

Trevor explains the white room with the man in black, one of Doc's old friends, for sure. Doc sits and listens with a smile as Trevor explains everything down to every detail.

"You were there the whole time weren't you?"

Doc stands up from the stool, sits on the bar, crosses his legs, and makes a pondering gesture.

"He showed me everything, Lou. On like a some kind of magical God damn video tape. I seen everything."

Doc laughs.

"What the fuck is so GOD damn funny?!"

Doc slides off the bar back to his feet and gets right into Trevor's face with his own.

"Because I know everything you already know, Trevor."

Whatever heart was left beating inside of Trevor suddenly sunk below his stomach.

"You think that asshole isn't just as vindictive and malicious as I? Yes, I'm sorry, you started as PAWN. But.. You're much more than that now."

"it's not even about that anymore."

Trevor cuts off the doctor.

"I know I'm fucked."

A couple of tears roll down Trevor's fat cheeks again.

"I know I am. I fucking shot myself. I shot myself because that's all I ever wanted to do. And I fucking did it."

If you've never seen an extremely overweight Irishman completely lose his shit crying, you'll still be waiting... Trevor sniffles a couple of times then stands up from the bar stool and looks at the doc.

"So can I atleast get out of this fat fucking body?"

Doc laughs and walks away from the bar. hE walks through a fog that has now settled in the diner, the red haze still present, as well. Trevor picks at his dead flapjacks, wishing theY were also revived to what they once were.

"Allow me to explain what happens after this session. Absolutely nothing. Our lives go on as if it never happened. I took care of business like I always do and you, Young Mister Duke, stay in check. This delusion that your better than you think is your demise. You optimism is great though. Win or lose you leave a champion. A true competitor, right? I do suppose I have a tendency of bringing out the best in people. Win or lose. Yes, your optimism is great but it also shows weakness and makes me sick. What would the King of Darkness think of your optimism?! HA! Like you would care. You stupid fucking teenager. How DARE you come this way and snub your nose to anything that's been handed to you in this FINE federation. I'm sick of this self entitlement that's been going around here like a disease. Between you and Trax and all of this nonsense with MY UNIVERSE.... I just can't wait until all of this is settled. Whether Trax wins the UNIVERSAL Title or Peter retains... Or maybe Robbie Bourbon wins? Or Chris Chaos! NONE of those fellows deserve a damn thing. All random drawings in a ridiculous card game conjured up by Vinnie Lane trying to fill the seats. That's ALL this is friends. You and I already have that covered though, don't we Dark Prince? Win or lose we're filling the seats. Win or lose we're tearing the house to pieces. Win or lose we're leaving it all out there. You little fool."







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