Dr. Monologue

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Many villains over the course of comic book history have been known for their grand schemes and monologues, the megalomaniac, that ultimately fail because they reveal a secret when talking to their heroic counterpart. I wanted to take it a step further. Dr. Monologue became that incarnation, though originally Aranoursine, my Bane Spider, I opted to rename him to use the mace as a cane than could convert into a morning star and shoot energy blasts. Though a quirky idea by its own right, keying in on it in an obviously manner should be a fun endeavor. I hope you will as well.

Theatrics

A young man by the name of Richard Freighardt is an entertainer. He's pretty much been all of his life. Starting early, as a child he would perform in front of his parents and guest if they had come to visit his home. Acting became a natural talent, taking it to everything he did throughout his grade school, high school, and college years. While not always the lead role, whatever character he was to play became his own and always memorable.

His theatrical work is his career, he had spend a number of years as an understudy at Paragon City's Theatrical Society. Though his road to villainy would also not be far away. The leading role had become ill and Richard was needed to fill that space, as Hamlet. The critics at that particular showing raved of his performance, the words described were something out of a dream. Richard's delight in the attention really put him on cloud nine, however knowing he would have to relinquish the role if the lead returned. The thought of making sure he wouldn't return ran through his head, but murder was definitely out of the question. Maybe an accident or somehow persuade him to step down.

He brooded for the next several days on a plan.

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The Broadcast

The plan was in motion and the stage was set. This was going to be big, no, unbelievably huge! Richard's time to shine, not as himself, but as the villainous mastermind known as Dr. Monologue.

As you're watching TV some interference fuzzes your screen and changes to black. You check to see if the TV is still on, it is. You hear a snap of a finger from the speakers. A spotlight shines in the center of the screen from above showing a man sitting in a throne-like chair. A black helmet with a golden face-plate adorns his head obscuring the view of his face. He slowly takes off his helmet and places it on the arm of the chair to reveal his slicked back black hair, his pink-pale skin, black eye mask, and a smirk between his pencil-thin curled mustache and goatee. Black pointed shoulder pads cover his form-fitted costume in black and deep purple, showing a large white "M" on his chest, both hands are covered in long white gloves holding his black cane that has a glowing red orb for a handle.

He speaks in a very eloquent manner, "Greeting citizens, heroes, and villains of Paragon City and the Rogue Isles. I am Dr. Monologue." You get a chuckle at his alias, "I can hear you all now laughing at that name, but it's only natural since it's so very cliche." He pauses, "So why have I taken up your time away from your favorite show or a sports event, simple really, it's to show that there is a Renaissance upon us. No more two bit villains that you can scoff at because they lack the ability and drive to be something much greater." His smile becomes much broader on his face, "Even Lord Recluse has failed in his grand scheme of things, his propaganda is pure dribble, and Statesman doesn't bother to deal with him anymore. He gets the likes of you, other heroes, to take care of Recluse. I'm about to fix that," he shifts a hand off of his cane and twirls it around, "well not Recluse, if that's what you're thinking. I'm giving you so much more, I give you," he stands up with arms raised, cane in hand. The camera pans back to show the flicker of a neon sign above his throne and says with pizazz, "the Evildoers!"

"Top hat, please," Dr. Monologue says to someone off camera. Placing the top hat on his head he announces, "Our starting line up tonight is," pausing momentarily additional spotlights shine on others that stand on either side of Dr. Monologue's throne, "Magus Mask, Rockefella, Phanto, Skunkette, Maximal, Bomblast, Mindsplitter, and yours truly, me, Dr. Monologue!"

"Don't assume that we're anything like the long gone Sadistic Seven, they were horribly flawed. A coalition of villains that have their own agendas just doesn't work," he sighs, "It has to be an affair of common ideals and general consensus to have any real legs."

"So what'll it be villains," he asks like a circus ringmaster slamming his cane down on the floor, "that have become disenchanted with Recluse's ideals or tired of doing everything on your own to only be thrown in the Zig once more by Paragon's beloved heroes. I offer you this, work with me and I'll make you into something that will strike fear into the hearts of the citizens of Paragon, and become a thorn in the side of all heroes that oppose us!"

Flinging the top hat like a saucer off screen he sits back down placing his black and gold helmet on his head and puts both hands on his cane once more, "Oh, and heroes out there that are watching this broadcast, you can try to stop us, but we might catch you before you can catch us," Dr. Monologue says breaking out into bombastic laughter, "the ball is in your court, heroes,see what you can do with it." He snaps his fingers. The spotlight flicks off and the TV comes back to the show or sports event that you had been watching.

"Good job, ladies and gentlemen," Richard said to all as he was preparing glasses and wine for everyone, "a toast for our up coming success!"

Richard swirls the red wine in his glass and takes a quick sip, continuing on to the next phase of the plan, "One thing we need to do before we break everything down is to keep watch over the next few days. Rhinode and Blastsmash, will you do the honors of lookouts? I'm sure there will be enough goody-two shoes snooping around because they saw this particular location in our little broadcast. However, I do have one stipulation. Don't rough them up too much, especially if it's a woman. I hate seeing bruises on a pretty face," Richard pauses and take another sip, "but in case you get carried away I do have the proper medical supplies to patch them up."

Nails on the Chalk Board

When You're Evil - Voltaire

Orpheus of the Underworld(the Can Can) - Jacques Offenbach

Hungarian Dance No. 5 - Johannes Brahms

Comedian's Gallop - Kabalevsky

1812 Overture(Finale) - Tchaikovsky

Club Villain - Your Favorite Martian

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