Post by Doc Henry on May 11, 2014 15:52:32 GMT -5
Wednesday May 7th, 11:30 AM Pamplona Spain...
Doc is sitting on his vintage 1947 Harley Knucklehead, waiting at an intersection, as Mary sat behind him. It took a little finagling to fly it over on his private jet, and the money used to grease the palms of the local customs agent in France. Sure it wasn't the most economical bike on the planet, but the expert restoration and roaring engine definitely turned heads as they crossed Europe.
As he was ready to crank on the throttle a group of women bikers pulled up around the Southern Rogue. "Maldita sea que es un paseo dulce! Usted debe dejarla ir arriba menos y correr con nosotros ..."
Doc just grinned and looked over his shoulder at Mary, "What do ya say dear? Care to let the puppies loose and run free?"
Mary shrugged, and pulled her shirt off, letting the most luscious pair of chocolate mounds spring forth. The group of women complimented Mary on her full perky set as a few expressed their jealousy that a man, and not one of them got to enjoy such nice assets...
Turning to the woman who spoke, her best signifying her spot as the leader of the group, he smiled, "Well, we've always wanted to run with the bulls, but our schedule won't allow it this year... You mind riding the route?"
The woman laughed, "Te diré lo que mancha, dejas que tu mujercita encantadora allí andar conmigo, y que incluso no importa si bromeas que tienes que correr con los toros... Además, lo que he visto de ustedes dos en la televisión, ella probablemente encanta tener un par de tetas de aferrarse a, no un 'cambio de palo' ..."
Doc just smiled as Mary climbed off the back of their bike, and slide on the BMW behind the woman, and off the group sped...
***************
Friday May 10th, 9:30 PM, Doc's hotel bar, Madrid
Doc is drinking a whisky, and enjoying the evening. Looking up he spies the camera, "Well, here we are one week away from a disappointing loss in the Trios Cup. For all intents and purposes we have the strongest team going in. However we suffered from lack of experience together, almost makes me wish we had asked for a few matches before the Cup started. Now I'm not going to blame Stacy, or Marina for the loss nor am I gonna blame myself. The three of us went out there and gave it our all, unfortunately, it just wasn't meant to be. Good luck to both the members of Sequitas and Panty-On, you guys are going to need it..."
Doc stood from the bar and began to make his way through to the restroom. Stopping at the door he just grinned and waived to the camera to follow along. Inside Doc took up his stance at the urinal and began to take a mighty piss, "This week I am facing Chase Michaels and Jordan Ciserano in a triple threat match. Ya know it just dawned on me, I've been in a lotta multi person matches lately. Apparently our esteemed Mr. Lerch enjoys putting me in cluster fuck style matches. It's okay really, but that's not what I want."
Doc shook himself three times, because anymore and he be playing with himself, and put the monster away. As he began to wash his hands he continued, "To be honest I don't know all that much about Chase and Jordan, and quite frankly right now, I don't care to."
The camera follows Doc as he leaves the bathroom, and then cuts to an outside view of the bar. Doc is now in the elevator on the way back to his room. "Last week Stacy, Marina, and I felt that ugly sting of disappointment. Stacy ended up with a nontitle match against the world heavyweight champion, while for some reason Marina and I find ourselves in matches we have to prove something. Now don't take this as being ungrateful or bitching. Quite simply put, yeah, I'm pissed and my opponents this week, well they're going to see the ugly side of that.
I've been in this company far too long, and held too many titles to be put down and held back like I have been. Lately I've been were I'm not all that comfortable being, in the bottom and openers, and in mid card matches. My legacy should speak for itself and I'm tired and I'm hungry I have all the people's title in the world title and by God I want one if not both.
Hell, who knows, maybe someday I'll become a six-time tag team champion, set a record... That seems to get peoples attention around here, setting and breaking records. I always hear people talking about the Tortures, and the Logans, and the Corey Blacks of the company. Guys who built this place with sweat off their brow and the strength of their backs. Guys who not only set records but broke them as well, needless to say on the next one that is going to be doing that."
Doc exited the elevator and walked the short trip to his penthouse suite, stopping at the door. "Well, here is where I must leave you. There are some last minute preparations I need to make. Ya see not all of those women in the gang where full on lesbian, a couple of them are bisexual and well, the cock needs to crow...
*Fade to black...*
Doc is sitting on his vintage 1947 Harley Knucklehead, waiting at an intersection, as Mary sat behind him. It took a little finagling to fly it over on his private jet, and the money used to grease the palms of the local customs agent in France. Sure it wasn't the most economical bike on the planet, but the expert restoration and roaring engine definitely turned heads as they crossed Europe.
As he was ready to crank on the throttle a group of women bikers pulled up around the Southern Rogue. "Maldita sea que es un paseo dulce! Usted debe dejarla ir arriba menos y correr con nosotros ..."
Doc just grinned and looked over his shoulder at Mary, "What do ya say dear? Care to let the puppies loose and run free?"
Mary shrugged, and pulled her shirt off, letting the most luscious pair of chocolate mounds spring forth. The group of women complimented Mary on her full perky set as a few expressed their jealousy that a man, and not one of them got to enjoy such nice assets...
Turning to the woman who spoke, her best signifying her spot as the leader of the group, he smiled, "Well, we've always wanted to run with the bulls, but our schedule won't allow it this year... You mind riding the route?"
The woman laughed, "Te diré lo que mancha, dejas que tu mujercita encantadora allí andar conmigo, y que incluso no importa si bromeas que tienes que correr con los toros... Además, lo que he visto de ustedes dos en la televisión, ella probablemente encanta tener un par de tetas de aferrarse a, no un 'cambio de palo' ..."
Doc just smiled as Mary climbed off the back of their bike, and slide on the BMW behind the woman, and off the group sped...
***************
Friday May 10th, 9:30 PM, Doc's hotel bar, Madrid
Doc is drinking a whisky, and enjoying the evening. Looking up he spies the camera, "Well, here we are one week away from a disappointing loss in the Trios Cup. For all intents and purposes we have the strongest team going in. However we suffered from lack of experience together, almost makes me wish we had asked for a few matches before the Cup started. Now I'm not going to blame Stacy, or Marina for the loss nor am I gonna blame myself. The three of us went out there and gave it our all, unfortunately, it just wasn't meant to be. Good luck to both the members of Sequitas and Panty-On, you guys are going to need it..."
Doc stood from the bar and began to make his way through to the restroom. Stopping at the door he just grinned and waived to the camera to follow along. Inside Doc took up his stance at the urinal and began to take a mighty piss, "This week I am facing Chase Michaels and Jordan Ciserano in a triple threat match. Ya know it just dawned on me, I've been in a lotta multi person matches lately. Apparently our esteemed Mr. Lerch enjoys putting me in cluster fuck style matches. It's okay really, but that's not what I want."
Doc shook himself three times, because anymore and he be playing with himself, and put the monster away. As he began to wash his hands he continued, "To be honest I don't know all that much about Chase and Jordan, and quite frankly right now, I don't care to."
The camera follows Doc as he leaves the bathroom, and then cuts to an outside view of the bar. Doc is now in the elevator on the way back to his room. "Last week Stacy, Marina, and I felt that ugly sting of disappointment. Stacy ended up with a nontitle match against the world heavyweight champion, while for some reason Marina and I find ourselves in matches we have to prove something. Now don't take this as being ungrateful or bitching. Quite simply put, yeah, I'm pissed and my opponents this week, well they're going to see the ugly side of that.
I've been in this company far too long, and held too many titles to be put down and held back like I have been. Lately I've been were I'm not all that comfortable being, in the bottom and openers, and in mid card matches. My legacy should speak for itself and I'm tired and I'm hungry I have all the people's title in the world title and by God I want one if not both.
Hell, who knows, maybe someday I'll become a six-time tag team champion, set a record... That seems to get peoples attention around here, setting and breaking records. I always hear people talking about the Tortures, and the Logans, and the Corey Blacks of the company. Guys who built this place with sweat off their brow and the strength of their backs. Guys who not only set records but broke them as well, needless to say on the next one that is going to be doing that."
Doc exited the elevator and walked the short trip to his penthouse suite, stopping at the door. "Well, here is where I must leave you. There are some last minute preparations I need to make. Ya see not all of those women in the gang where full on lesbian, a couple of them are bisexual and well, the cock needs to crow...
*Fade to black...*