Pissen auf den Führer(Pissing on the Führer)
May 18, 2014 13:55:15 GMT -5
Chase Michaels, Bonnie Blue, and 2 more like this
Post by Doc Henry on May 18, 2014 13:55:15 GMT -5
5/16/14 11:23 PM, Berlin...
Doc is in a local bar in Berlin, in the midst of a pint of beer. As he sets the glass down a fellow patron approaches him, "Hey, I know you.. Du ist Doc Henry, Ja?"
Doc set turns to the man, who isn't drunk yet, but well on his way. "Yes I am, how can I help ya?"
"This ist a great day for Berlin, die Southern Rogue himself, trinken with us!" The man clapped his hand on Doc's shoulder, "Hey, Barkeeper, ist nächsten Drink dieses Mannes auf mich!(Hey, bartender, this man's next drink is on me!)"
The two men got to know each other, and stumbled out of the bar at near 2 AM. Both men were now barely able to walk and really enjoying their new found inebriation. Flagging down a cab, the German man, Josef Kuhn, slid in after Doc, "Nehmen Sie uns die Holocaust-Gedenkstätte bitte.(Take us to the Holocaust Memorial please.)"
Doc turned, "The Holocaust what? Just where are we goin' Josef?"
"Don't worry mein freund, es the Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe, a really breathtaking site at night."
Doc just shrugged, and opened his flask of moonshine he kept on him. "Here, try this on for size..."
Josef swigged hard on the flask, and the firewater burned hard. "Gott verdammt, das ist Scheiße stark ...(God damn, that shit is strong...)"
Doc just laughed, "Pure American moonshine at it's finest. Careful though, it'll put enough lead in your pencil to get us all in trouble..."
"Yous Americans and your colorful euphemisms..." The cab pulled to a stop outside the American Embassy, across the street from the memorial. The two made their way across to the memorial. The lighting cast a somber feel over the area. Doc and Josef looked on in reverence.
"You know Josef, my granddaddy fought and died on Utah Beach during D-Day as a member of the 101st Airborne. Told my grammie, he was gonna come kill Hitler and piss on his grave."
Josef looked over at Doc, "Mein Großvater also fought in the war. Though he didn't follow Hitler's ideals, he was still proud to serve Germany in the Afrika Korps. Sadly, he ran afoul of an SS officer who found that his mother was Jewish. Großvater was executed and buried in an unmarked grave somewhere in Lybia."
Doc put his arm around Josef, "Well then, what do you say we drink to their memories... Prost!"
Josef and Doc downed the last of the moonshine and Josef looked over at Doc, "Hey, I got an idea to honor them even more... Follow me..." Josef took off walking eastward around the memorial to the next street, and turned south. Doc followed his new friend to a small parking lot two blocks away. Josef pointed to a sign and Doc walked over. Doc read the sign and his face took on a serious look, they were at the site where the Führerbunker was, be some remains were left underground.
Josef stepped next to Doc, "Now, I'm not sure just where exactly it was that Arschloch and his Hündin were burned, but this is as good as a grave for me..."
Doc looked confused then smiled as Josef pulled out his penis. Doc did the same and the two proceeded to urinate all over the base of the sign.
"Stoppen Sie, was Sie tun, das ist die Polizei!"
Doc and Josef simply looked up as the pair of flashlights illuminated them. "I have Diplomatic Immunity as the only remaining representative of the CSA..." Doc didn't think this would work, however it was worth a shot...
The two German officers exchanged glances, and the female spoke up as her male partner looked on with a wary eye, "Ok you two, passports please.
Doc fished his passport out as Josef handed his ID over, "Vergib mir und meinem amerikanischen Freund hier, wir waren nur zu Ehren unserer Großväter...(Forgive me and my American friend here, we were just honoring our grandfathers...)"
As the officer looked over their credentials, Doc just shrugged "What he said..."
The male officer just shook his head, "Ok, put them away boys, we're gonna have to take you in..."
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5/17/14 10:23 AM
Doc is sitting across the table in some random Berlin Police station from a representative from the US Embassy. "Mr. Henry, our office has been in contact with the German officials and while they don't disagree with your thoughts about... The official pauses to read from Doc's statement to the police, "As you put it, 'Pissing on Hitler', you and your compatriot did break a few laws. There will be some sort of punishment levied..."
Doc scowled, "I knew I should have called David Hasselhoff..."
The US Official just sighed, "As I was saying, being as you are somewhat of a celebrity..."
"Somewhat???"
"... Leniency will be given to you and your local friend. You will be released later today and for gods sake, beat Chase Michaels tomorrow night, and make this whole ordeal worth it..." With that the bureaucrat gathered his things and left the room.
Doc looked down, and thought for a few moments before he noticed the camera. Looking into it, he spoke softly, "Well Mr. Michaels, I bet yer lovin' this, ol' Doc sitting in a ferrin police station... Don't think for one second that I'm not going to be ready for you. Last week in Española, you got the win. Well, simply put, there was another in the match. The odds were against us all in that match and the gods favored you.
Tomorrow night, at Slam however, things will be different. Chase you are one of the better guys here in this company and there is a bright future ahead of you. Note the key word there, future. This week I get mine.
I would think that after our little three way last week we would be holding a higher spot on the card. Well, get ready Chase, because after the beatings we will undoubtably lay upon one another, there is only an upwards movement. I got a good measure of your skills and abilities last week, and have since studied more of your matches of the past. There are some glaring weaknesses, and I will be happy to show them to you, by using them to pin your shoulders for the 1... 2... 3..."
The female officer that had arrested Doc the previous night came into the room with a bag containing his personal effects and clothing. "Heir Henry, I have brought your items and will be transporting you back to your hotel so that you may rest before your match... Please get changed..."
Doc began to strip out of the jumpsuit, and noticed the officer still standing there, shrugging, he continued. "Chase, I've got some bad news for you, to steal a catch phrase I heard somewhere before that I can't recall... The two of us will walk into the Velodrom Arena, but only I will be the one walking out.
Your not that much younger than I am, and I still have many years left in the tank. However, you still have a long way to go yet, so don't disparage. There is about 20-30 pounds of good in my immediate future, yes two belts worth, and I fully intend on strapping them to my waist before the year is over. Too many times have I let the others overlook me, too many times have I taken things for granted. Lerch, you and your boys better get ready, there is another rebellion getting ready to over take your Yankee ass... The South will rise again, and I'm not just talking later tonight when officer Batdorf here frisks the Southern Rogue..."
Doc finishes getting ready, as Officer Batdorf hungrily watches. Opening the door, she gestures for Doc to walk through. "A parting thought, what will you do, when the Southern Rogue fucks wildly in celebration???" As Doc leaves the room, the female officer smacks his ass, "Ich weiß, was ich tun werde, ist schwer Cumming auf dieser südlichen Rakete ...(I know what I'm going to do, be cumming hard on that Southern Rocket...)" A playfully evil smile crosses her face as the door closes behind them and the camera fades to static overlaid with a waiving Confederate Battle flag...
Doc is in a local bar in Berlin, in the midst of a pint of beer. As he sets the glass down a fellow patron approaches him, "Hey, I know you.. Du ist Doc Henry, Ja?"
Doc set turns to the man, who isn't drunk yet, but well on his way. "Yes I am, how can I help ya?"
"This ist a great day for Berlin, die Southern Rogue himself, trinken with us!" The man clapped his hand on Doc's shoulder, "Hey, Barkeeper, ist nächsten Drink dieses Mannes auf mich!(Hey, bartender, this man's next drink is on me!)"
The two men got to know each other, and stumbled out of the bar at near 2 AM. Both men were now barely able to walk and really enjoying their new found inebriation. Flagging down a cab, the German man, Josef Kuhn, slid in after Doc, "Nehmen Sie uns die Holocaust-Gedenkstätte bitte.(Take us to the Holocaust Memorial please.)"
Doc turned, "The Holocaust what? Just where are we goin' Josef?"
"Don't worry mein freund, es the Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe, a really breathtaking site at night."
Doc just shrugged, and opened his flask of moonshine he kept on him. "Here, try this on for size..."
Josef swigged hard on the flask, and the firewater burned hard. "Gott verdammt, das ist Scheiße stark ...(God damn, that shit is strong...)"
Doc just laughed, "Pure American moonshine at it's finest. Careful though, it'll put enough lead in your pencil to get us all in trouble..."
"Yous Americans and your colorful euphemisms..." The cab pulled to a stop outside the American Embassy, across the street from the memorial. The two made their way across to the memorial. The lighting cast a somber feel over the area. Doc and Josef looked on in reverence.
"You know Josef, my granddaddy fought and died on Utah Beach during D-Day as a member of the 101st Airborne. Told my grammie, he was gonna come kill Hitler and piss on his grave."
Josef looked over at Doc, "Mein Großvater also fought in the war. Though he didn't follow Hitler's ideals, he was still proud to serve Germany in the Afrika Korps. Sadly, he ran afoul of an SS officer who found that his mother was Jewish. Großvater was executed and buried in an unmarked grave somewhere in Lybia."
Doc put his arm around Josef, "Well then, what do you say we drink to their memories... Prost!"
Josef and Doc downed the last of the moonshine and Josef looked over at Doc, "Hey, I got an idea to honor them even more... Follow me..." Josef took off walking eastward around the memorial to the next street, and turned south. Doc followed his new friend to a small parking lot two blocks away. Josef pointed to a sign and Doc walked over. Doc read the sign and his face took on a serious look, they were at the site where the Führerbunker was, be some remains were left underground.
Josef stepped next to Doc, "Now, I'm not sure just where exactly it was that Arschloch and his Hündin were burned, but this is as good as a grave for me..."
Doc looked confused then smiled as Josef pulled out his penis. Doc did the same and the two proceeded to urinate all over the base of the sign.
"Stoppen Sie, was Sie tun, das ist die Polizei!"
Doc and Josef simply looked up as the pair of flashlights illuminated them. "I have Diplomatic Immunity as the only remaining representative of the CSA..." Doc didn't think this would work, however it was worth a shot...
The two German officers exchanged glances, and the female spoke up as her male partner looked on with a wary eye, "Ok you two, passports please.
Doc fished his passport out as Josef handed his ID over, "Vergib mir und meinem amerikanischen Freund hier, wir waren nur zu Ehren unserer Großväter...(Forgive me and my American friend here, we were just honoring our grandfathers...)"
As the officer looked over their credentials, Doc just shrugged "What he said..."
The male officer just shook his head, "Ok, put them away boys, we're gonna have to take you in..."
***************
5/17/14 10:23 AM
Doc is sitting across the table in some random Berlin Police station from a representative from the US Embassy. "Mr. Henry, our office has been in contact with the German officials and while they don't disagree with your thoughts about... The official pauses to read from Doc's statement to the police, "As you put it, 'Pissing on Hitler', you and your compatriot did break a few laws. There will be some sort of punishment levied..."
Doc scowled, "I knew I should have called David Hasselhoff..."
The US Official just sighed, "As I was saying, being as you are somewhat of a celebrity..."
"Somewhat???"
"... Leniency will be given to you and your local friend. You will be released later today and for gods sake, beat Chase Michaels tomorrow night, and make this whole ordeal worth it..." With that the bureaucrat gathered his things and left the room.
Doc looked down, and thought for a few moments before he noticed the camera. Looking into it, he spoke softly, "Well Mr. Michaels, I bet yer lovin' this, ol' Doc sitting in a ferrin police station... Don't think for one second that I'm not going to be ready for you. Last week in Española, you got the win. Well, simply put, there was another in the match. The odds were against us all in that match and the gods favored you.
Tomorrow night, at Slam however, things will be different. Chase you are one of the better guys here in this company and there is a bright future ahead of you. Note the key word there, future. This week I get mine.
I would think that after our little three way last week we would be holding a higher spot on the card. Well, get ready Chase, because after the beatings we will undoubtably lay upon one another, there is only an upwards movement. I got a good measure of your skills and abilities last week, and have since studied more of your matches of the past. There are some glaring weaknesses, and I will be happy to show them to you, by using them to pin your shoulders for the 1... 2... 3..."
The female officer that had arrested Doc the previous night came into the room with a bag containing his personal effects and clothing. "Heir Henry, I have brought your items and will be transporting you back to your hotel so that you may rest before your match... Please get changed..."
Doc began to strip out of the jumpsuit, and noticed the officer still standing there, shrugging, he continued. "Chase, I've got some bad news for you, to steal a catch phrase I heard somewhere before that I can't recall... The two of us will walk into the Velodrom Arena, but only I will be the one walking out.
Your not that much younger than I am, and I still have many years left in the tank. However, you still have a long way to go yet, so don't disparage. There is about 20-30 pounds of good in my immediate future, yes two belts worth, and I fully intend on strapping them to my waist before the year is over. Too many times have I let the others overlook me, too many times have I taken things for granted. Lerch, you and your boys better get ready, there is another rebellion getting ready to over take your Yankee ass... The South will rise again, and I'm not just talking later tonight when officer Batdorf here frisks the Southern Rogue..."
Doc finishes getting ready, as Officer Batdorf hungrily watches. Opening the door, she gestures for Doc to walk through. "A parting thought, what will you do, when the Southern Rogue fucks wildly in celebration???" As Doc leaves the room, the female officer smacks his ass, "Ich weiß, was ich tun werde, ist schwer Cumming auf dieser südlichen Rakete ...(I know what I'm going to do, be cumming hard on that Southern Rocket...)" A playfully evil smile crosses her face as the door closes behind them and the camera fades to static overlaid with a waiving Confederate Battle flag...