TBC: Anyone

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"Doctor Smooth is in the house!"

As he cheered those words, Dr Smooth pushed open the locker room door. He was presented with a current EHWF Superstar. He grinned and tilted his designer shades onto the runway of his nose.

"Check this. My names Doctor Smooth, I have a doctorate in funk... the girls love my singing, they also love my junk. I'm the real deal, player, you better believe... I'll slice through the competition like wenslydale cheese. You may be a superstar, but I'm a super rapper... the girls love my vibe, they think I'm kinda' dapper. I'm here for one reason, and that's to win the gold, it wont take long till this doctor leaves you OUT in the cold. Smoooooooth."

TBC: Whoever received this rap.

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David blinked. Frowned. Finished stuffing his newly-gotten North American Championship into his duffel bag, zipped it up, and turned to face the man he assumed was a recent EHWF signee, though he'd neither seen nor heard anything of him to say such for sure. He looked the kid up and down, the frown on his face deepening by the second, and he had to replay the kid's words in his head a few times before the reality of the situation set it.

A rapper gimmick. More specifically, a wannabe white rapper gimmick.

DGS: You've gotta be kidding me...

He just wanted to go back to his hotel and sleep. Was that really too much to ask?

TBC: Smooth

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Dr Smooth was in awe. David Gideon Smith... THE David Gideon Smith. Former EHWF Champion, current North American Champion. He couldn't believe his luck. No sooner had he entered the locker room, he was already face to face with the sovereign. The great king, the last king. Word.

"Yaw, yaw, yaw!" He exclaimed, offering his fist to David. Of course, the first was turned down. "David Gideon Smith, I cant believe my luck... I thought you'd gone lame but that titles restored your pluck. Your the former world champ, a former sovereign king, your the GREATEST to have STEPPED inside the EHWF ring. I'm so happy to meet you, I'll be so happy to beat you, however, I cant, coz' that couldn't even BE true!"

He grinned at David.

"This is sick, like sick as in real, not the kind where you regurgitate your meal. Your the last king, the great ONE, whereas my story has just BEGUN. I hope one day to emulate your ass, maybe i'll add some class, like cutting the grass, like smashing some glass, i'll be the next king, watch it bitch, do the maths!"

TBC: David.

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David arched an eyebrow. What else could he do?

DGS: ... right. That... thanks. That's... that's nice.

He looked back down at his duffel bag, discreetly rolling his eyes as a suppressed sigh briefly puffed out his cheeks.

DGS: So...

He faced Smooth again, doing everything he could to keep his mounting irritation in check.

DGS: Is there anything I can do for you?

TBC: Smooth

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Dr Smooth grinned.

"Your David Smith, the sovereign, the champ, I guess what I'm saying is... I need your approval stamp. Teach me a move, show me your groove, together baby, we can be team smooth!"

tbc: David

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Widening his eyes as if enduring some sort of pain, David muttered to himself.

DGS: You've called me bitch and baby so far... it's a wonder I haven't taught you a few moves already.

He forcibly regained his composure, rubbing at his brow with one hand and eyeing Smooth with something akin to the disdain an adult might show someone else's unruly child.

DGS: Listen... buddy. I don't... I'm not really the teaching type. But hey - you can talk, and you'll do well on the mic, which is good. As far as the in-ring aspect of it goes, though, you'll live and die by your own merits. I work alone unless the card says otherwise, and most of my moves... well...

He shrugged. What was he supposed to do? Impart a technique the guy would inevitably fuck up, possibly crippling or killing someone in the process?

DGS: If we're being honest, I think they might be a bit above your paygrade.

TBC: Smooth

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Dr Smooth looks quite sad for a second. Dejected. He begins the usual rhythm and rhetoric with a slower, more subdued pace.

"David Smith...doesn't think I can hang... doesn't want me to be in with the sovereign gang. Well, that's cool, I guess I can take it... I guess I'll have to prove that this rapper can make it. I'll spit bars, spit rhymes, drive fast cars, ill leave the whole world wishin' that they were dishin' out the funk while im gone fishin'"

He picks up the pace.

"I'll show you the real smooth, show you the patented moves, bust a grove, i'll show you dude. I mean it, I don't mean to be rude. It's like this, check it, you dig it? Allow it. I'm the next big thing, with a spear of my own, although it's a reverse leg hook ddt... ill send the opposition home. I'll hit the smooth move driver, like Lady Godiva, ill run through the challengers, not naked, make them passengers. Knock their block off, get my rocks off, make you feel odd, feel crazy, like you've drank some fuckin' Smirnoff. I'm the real deal, I make the deal real... i'll slice you up like BRITISH slow cooked veal. You may have the spear, but I have the fear... FACTOR, I aint no ACTOR, i'll make your whole career seem like a fuckin' disaster!"

tbc: David

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David nods along, cracking a wry grin.

DGS: Yeah, that's good. I like the enthusiasm. Now...

The grin morphs into a frown in less than a second, and he points past Smooth to the open door behind him.

DGS: Get out. Telling me all this, no matter how eloquently, does nothing. Less than nothing. Seriously, I have had it with people not backing up what they say around here. I will take your words seriously - I will take you seriously - when you start showing me, and not one. Second. Sooner.

He furrows his brow, looking the newcomer dead in the eye.

DGS: Understand?

TBC: Smooth

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Dr Smooth looks at the door, he then looks back at David. Like in Ferris Bueller's day off, you know, when his sister tells Charlie sheen to suck a dick...

"Heard David Smith was here, got all excited... so I rolled into his locker room, yeah, uninvited. I offered my partnership, I offered my bond, I'm wearing my there be dragons t-shirt, bitch, you know I be fond."

Dr Smooth continued.

"You want evidence, you want facts, stats...about my acts, ill give you that. Friday night, mayhem, in front of ALL of them... i'll go out and put on a show... maybe... maybe you'll like me then..."

A slightly dejected Dr Smooth turns around and slowly exits the room. The scene fades to black.

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The scene abruptly fades back in from black, on David still standing where he was; one eyebrow arched, his facial expression is one of utmost confusion as he stares at the now-empty doorway.

DGS: I... look forward to it?

He blinks, shakes his head, and goes back to packing his things, muttering to himself as he does so.

DGS: ... why the hell's he care if I like him or not? ...

The scene fades back to black.