"That's my girl, always being better than them or me. Ill admit today's not been a nice day for me. So I'm a bit on edge," the Doctor said with a small frown before sighing gloomily. "I loose my friends, fail to save the humans, fail to save Robin, I get blasted through the chest twice, I get blown up and for a good while my previous forms get to have the time of there lives, it's not really fair."
"Save me the chatter Doctor and answer my questions!" Yelled the Master, so very nearly blasting the Doctor with the laser screwdriver. "And while you're at it, enlighten me as to how you'll stop me, the Silence and every enemy currently gathered on Earth, because I'm fascinated to know what hair brained scheme your going to think of." The Master said mockingly before gesturing around them. "I have gathered every single one of your enemies to this place. If you care to look to your left you will see the Supreme Dalek, ready to exterminate you. If you look to your right you'll see the Cyber Commander preparing to delete you."
The Doctor looked left and right at the oncoming threats. The large white Dalek had his cannon fixed on the Doctor, watching him cautiously through his eye scope, whilst a large Cyberman with a black faceplate, wielding a large black gun that looked like it belonged on a tank, turned to face the Doctor with his hollow sockets.
The Doctor just smiled at them and gave them a polite wave, as if greeting old friends.
"So tell me, please tell me, Doctor..." The Master began, grinning smugly at the man as he spoke every patronising word. "Just what are you going to do?"
"Well, its simple really," The Doctor replied before absentmindedly tossing the button into the air again, watching it flip in the air with fascination before he caught it. "I'm going to scare the pants off you and at the same time use the psychic beacon to send out the counter message whilst herding all remaining forces off of Earth."
There was a moment as the Master processed his response. His brow furrowed and he chuckled in disbelief as he watched his enemy continue to juggle with the button. "Are you serious?"
"Very," the Doctor replied before catching the button one last time and turning his gaze on the Master. His expression was stony but there was a hint of a smile creeping off either corner of his mouth as he watched his old foe. "You shouldn't have messed with my planet. You could have battled me anywhere you wanted to, but you couldn't resist it could you? You had
to make it Earth. You had to hurt and kill my friends. You could have travelled with me and Robin after surviving the Time War, but instead you decided to start a fight you can't win."
"And that's why, I'm not going to let you off today," the Doctor growled before waggling the device before the Master. His smile turning genuine as he presented the odd red button. "So let me let you in on my secret. This, is a teleporter!"
"And?" The Master asked, failing at keeping the scathing laugh out of his voice. "You have a teleporter so what? Are you planning to escape with the girl? I'll just hunt you down all over again!"
"I wasn't done, because this isn't just a teleporter. Oh no it's so much more than that" the Doctor said brightly, his pearly grin growing wider by the moment. He began to pace up and down the aisle and he began to explain, moving with a little spring in his step, obviously enjoying the chance to move and prattle after hours of being sealed in Time.
"You see when you crippled my TARDIS you created a state of fractured time and the only way to solve it was to repair the TARDIS manually. That's some tricky business, repairing a TARDIS can take time and effort. And I didn't have time and wasn't really up for putting in a whole lot of effort considering I'm just that little bit cross with you for stealing my girl," the Doctor explained before winking at Robin and twirling on his feet to face the Master once more.
"So you know what I did?" The Doctor asked innocently, his cheeky grin practically shining with excitement as he looked around the room, as if asking the killer audience to take a guess. "I convinced myself to jump into the wound at the heart of the TARDIS."
"You did what?!" The Master cried, his mouth falling open in shock, genuine fear crossing over his face before he regain his composure and snarled. "That's madness, you could have shattered the time vortex and ripped yourself apart!"
"But I didn't. Oh no, instead something far more interesting happened," the Doctor said smugly before he lifted the button in front of him and began to slowly lower his finger towards it. "Something very interesting, almost incredible really, that is going to make you run screaming like a little girl. Something that was made possibly through my irregular condition and the power of this paradox dimension that you so brilliantly decided to swipe from the Time War. Something that is going to make you wish you had never trifled with this planet and even laid eyes on Robin."
The Master was trying his best not to look uneasy. The Silent agents were looking at each other with concern, unable to decide if shooting the Doctor was worth the risk. Every enemy of the Doctor seemed to be considering whether joining the tournament and coming to this mad event had been a good idea. Even the resistance themselves looked a little nervous as they watched the Doctor's plan unfold.
"You spent so much time raising the stakes that I resorted to something drastic," the Doctor growled. "You wanted me to fight you with an army? Wish, granted!
The Doctor pushed the button and light exploded around him, every windows shattered as the church violently rocked side to side as if it had been hit by the blast of an atomic bomb. The master let out a cry of alarm and shielded his eyes as the light blinded him and the rest of the foes who had gathered, that now seemed to let out individual cries of alarm as wind began to blow harshly through the church.
At the centre of the explosion, the Doctor's grinning face could just be made out, surrounded by the golden light as the device carried out its function and tore at the church with an unearthly force as it transported matter from the very heart of the TARDIS. The matter crossed the paradoxical planes and ripped through the fabric of Time and Space effortlessly before hammered into the grounds of the church as seemingly the impossible thing in the Universe took place within its walls.
"Stop it! Whatever you are doing!" The Master roared, trying to retain control despite being blinded by the harsh light. "I order you to stop! Do you hear me? You are to stop!" The Master yelled, just before the light died away. He raised his screwdriver and prepared to let loose a bolt of hot death into the Doctor's head...and then immediately dropped it on the ground as he witnessed what stood before him.
The Master was frozen to the spot. His eyes wide, his mouth open, gawking at the sight before him with shock unlike anything anyone had ever seen plastered on his face.
The room was full of people, eccentrically dressed men and women who out numbered the residents of the church five to one. They varied in height, age, gender, skin color and fashion sense, but yet they all seemed to share the same indescribable aura that made the world seem so much more intense. All of them stared down the Master with varying looks of anger and amusement as each of them raised different models of Sonic Screwdriver in his direction.
At the front of this gang of strange humanoids stood twelve figures, all of which had been seen by Robin that day, for her Doctor, who stood proudly at the front of this army with a cocky smile on his face, had transformed into each of them at some point or another.
The frail old man in black with a cane, the menacingly staring old man with bushy eyebrows, the dandy looking old man in velvet, the weirdo with the long stripped scarf, the blond in the cricket gear, the odd man in patchwork, the umbrella wielding man in white, the Victorian dressed man with a deep bottomless stare, the vengeful warrior in leather, the chatty thin man in blue, the dork in tweed and a bowtie and of course the surfer in a duffel coat and wellingtons, all stood with the crowd of strange warriors, staring down the Master with burning intensity.
The Doctor smiled warmly before he and the crowd spoke at once...
"Hello, we're the Doctors from Gallifrey."