Recovering Mary Jaya from Mexico Pt. 1
May 22, 2014 10:54:19 GMT -5
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Post by Doc Henry on May 22, 2014 10:54:19 GMT -5
Tuesday May 20th, 5:23 PM - Doc's foyer, Henry Ranch, Ga.
The European tour was officially behind the WCF superstar as he dropped his bag next to the marble topped table. On it was his stack of mail from the past few weeks. Mixed in with the bills and random junk was a small handwritten postcard from Fort Hancock, TX. Flipping it over he read it and his face dropped...
Dear Mr. Henry,
You were foolish to let your wife travel home a day earlier. Some associates of mine collected her from the airport and brought her to me in Zihuatanejo Mexico. I haven't forgotten, nor have I forgiven you for the actions you perpetrated against my aunt and uncle in 2011. If you want your precious love back then come find me...
El Guappo
Doc's neck was red and his anger was now in full blown fury. Throwing the post card down, he moved through the spacious home towards his office area, footfalls echoing ominously. None to gently he jerked at a bookshelf, and it swung away from the wall, books falling violently. Behind was a safe in a wall. Doc, meanwhile was speaking to himself, "How dare some lowlife take my wife. He better hope that I don't do half of whatever it was I did to whoever the fuck he is talking about. There are two things of a Man's you don't fuck with, a man's money, and most importantly his wife..."
All the while Doc is ranting, he has opened the safe to reveal an arsenal any self respecting man, or woman, would be proud of. Grabbing a range bag, Doc begins filling it with ammo, a few extra magazines and finally straps a DPMS MOE Warrior rifle to the inside of the top flap. Zipping it closed, he grabs a western style holster and buckles it on, spinning a nickel plated Colt Peacemaker before shoving it in.
Grabbing the range bag, Doc turns and heads for the door...
***************
Wednesday May 21st, 7:09 PM, US-Mexico Border, Fort Hancock, TX.
Doc is inline about three cars back sitting in his 2007 'Casino Ice' Aston Martin DBS V12. As the border agents wave through the cars, Doc is glad he had stored the gun belt and pistol in the trunk. The Border Agent signaled Doc to stop as he pulled up, and approached the driver's door. "Welcome to Mexico señor, where are you going?"
Doc smiled as he handed the Agent his passport before being asked, "I have a wrestling match Sunday in Mexico City, so I thought I'd head down a little early and enjoy what your country has to offer."
The agent nodded as he looked at the passport, "Ah, I thought I recognized you Señor Henry... Say, would you mind snapping a few pictures for us?"
Doc smiled, "Sure, for a few fans, I'd love too."
"Just pull to the inspection area, and I'll call the guys over..."
Doc pulled off to the side inspection area, his smile unhindered by his thoughts, 'Great, that's all I need, some fans who will hold me up, I ain't got time for this shit...' Turning the motor off, Doc exited his car to find the agents had shut the whole Border down, and were walking over talking excitedly.
***************
Two hours later Wingate by Wyndham Chihuahua, Mexico...
Doc was sitting on the bed in his hotel room, the rifle stripped down, and cleaning it. "Asensinato de Mayo, or May Murder to the non-bilingual. This event is one of the biggest to occur here in Mexico. A country who's past time is wrestling, albeit lucha style. Still, every time we come here, we are greeted with open arms, and an almost rabid crowd. I find myself in two battles this week, the reason I came down early, and my match.
Sunday, in the capital city, four men walk into the ring in a battle to earn a shot at the Tag Titles. I know, I know, individuals fighting for a shot, but really, this way the best will win. There is no relying on a partner, one has to dig down deep. With no ability to rest on the side while your partner goes in fresh, it is going to be tough. When you throw in the men I will be in the ring with, that goes up an order of magnitude."
Doc picks up a cleaning rod, and adds a cleaning patch, "Chase, Adam and Night Rider, two of those three would be tough enough on their own." Doc pick the upper up and starts swabbing the barrel. "And the third, well....."
Doc carefully inspect the patch, looking for any signs of residue buildup. "let's begin with Night Rider, one half of the Shadows and up until Sunday held the Tag Team titles. Obviously you and Denise would love to get those back, however my friend that's not gonna happen. If'n you were just a tag team specialist I wouldn't worry so much. Being as you have had success on your own, I know you're a threat in this match. Damn, again I find myself wanting to call Hasselhoff. That's not gonna happen either, what is gonna happen is me keeping you from wining this match by wining it myself."
Doc set the cleaning rod down, and held the upper assembly up to the light, inspecting the barrel. "For the third time in as many weeks, I find Chase Michaels across the ring from me. Now, the two of us have split our bouts so far, and one might think that this was booked so that we could settle who was better. If'n you ask me though, each time Chase and I stepped it up and brought one hell of a fight, and that is something you don't pass up when your making money..."
Satisfied his weapon was now clean and in perfect working order, Doc began to lube and reassemble the rifle. "Chase I think one of the reasons we had such good matches is I see a lot of myself in you. Just when I thought I started like you, I realized, nope I hate ya.
Now, before you go and get your panties all in a twist, just know that hate is a professional and not a personal one. In fact I have a lot of respect for you Mr. Lone Wolf. After I win this contender ship match at Asensinato de Mayo, I had even considered that since the winner chooses his tag partner seeing if the Lone Wolf wanted to team up with the Southern Rogue. That'd be one hell of a force to be reckoned with for sure..."
Sliding the final takedown pin back in the place, Doc gives the rifle a good looking over before working the action a few times. Satisfied, he slaps in a magazine and loads the chamber, closing the ejection port cover and setting it down. "Last and most certainly least, the Villain Adam Young. Normally, I would prepare for a match with him by drinking moonshine off the crack of a hookers ass. Sadly these multi person matches tend to favor him from time to time. There is no way in hell Adam could beat any one of the three of us let alone run rough shod through us all at once. This is where he uses that lump two feet above his ass. All he's got to do is let us beat the holy fuck out of each other, before swooping in to steal the..."
A sudden hard knock at the door stops Doc mid-sentence. "The fuck? Who is it?!"
A voice that could be a woman's replied in a thick accent, "Housekeeping, you want mint for pillow?"
Doc shift his head and just laughed, "No thanks, I'm all good here." Smiling, he added an afterthought, "And no, I don't want you to come jerk me off..."
After a few seconds pause Doc started to continue hacking on Adam, but is interrupted by a hard knock again. This time before he can answer, the door is kicked off its hinges. Doc reacts just in time, grabbing his rifle and rolling off the bed as a round from shotgun tore through where he was sitting.
Popping up, he brought the rifle to bear, flicking off the safety, and unloading on the masked men. Mr. Shotgun fell before he could get another round off and the two guys behind him didn't stand a chance. Obviously these guys weren't expecting any resistance. Doc stood and moved to the fallen would be assassins, and removed their masks. Sure enough, three amigos he would never have recognized...
Flipping the safety back on, Doc stashed the rifle back into the range bag and gathered the rest of his things. A single lead .45 slug to each of their heads as he left the room made sure they wouldn't get up. Commotion was beginning to stir in the area as Doc got into his Aston Martin and sped away in a cloud of dust and smoke.
This infamous El Guappo and his goons had just escalated things to a whole new level...
The European tour was officially behind the WCF superstar as he dropped his bag next to the marble topped table. On it was his stack of mail from the past few weeks. Mixed in with the bills and random junk was a small handwritten postcard from Fort Hancock, TX. Flipping it over he read it and his face dropped...
Dear Mr. Henry,
You were foolish to let your wife travel home a day earlier. Some associates of mine collected her from the airport and brought her to me in Zihuatanejo Mexico. I haven't forgotten, nor have I forgiven you for the actions you perpetrated against my aunt and uncle in 2011. If you want your precious love back then come find me...
El Guappo
Doc's neck was red and his anger was now in full blown fury. Throwing the post card down, he moved through the spacious home towards his office area, footfalls echoing ominously. None to gently he jerked at a bookshelf, and it swung away from the wall, books falling violently. Behind was a safe in a wall. Doc, meanwhile was speaking to himself, "How dare some lowlife take my wife. He better hope that I don't do half of whatever it was I did to whoever the fuck he is talking about. There are two things of a Man's you don't fuck with, a man's money, and most importantly his wife..."
All the while Doc is ranting, he has opened the safe to reveal an arsenal any self respecting man, or woman, would be proud of. Grabbing a range bag, Doc begins filling it with ammo, a few extra magazines and finally straps a DPMS MOE Warrior rifle to the inside of the top flap. Zipping it closed, he grabs a western style holster and buckles it on, spinning a nickel plated Colt Peacemaker before shoving it in.
Grabbing the range bag, Doc turns and heads for the door...
***************
Wednesday May 21st, 7:09 PM, US-Mexico Border, Fort Hancock, TX.
Doc is inline about three cars back sitting in his 2007 'Casino Ice' Aston Martin DBS V12. As the border agents wave through the cars, Doc is glad he had stored the gun belt and pistol in the trunk. The Border Agent signaled Doc to stop as he pulled up, and approached the driver's door. "Welcome to Mexico señor, where are you going?"
Doc smiled as he handed the Agent his passport before being asked, "I have a wrestling match Sunday in Mexico City, so I thought I'd head down a little early and enjoy what your country has to offer."
The agent nodded as he looked at the passport, "Ah, I thought I recognized you Señor Henry... Say, would you mind snapping a few pictures for us?"
Doc smiled, "Sure, for a few fans, I'd love too."
"Just pull to the inspection area, and I'll call the guys over..."
Doc pulled off to the side inspection area, his smile unhindered by his thoughts, 'Great, that's all I need, some fans who will hold me up, I ain't got time for this shit...' Turning the motor off, Doc exited his car to find the agents had shut the whole Border down, and were walking over talking excitedly.
***************
Two hours later Wingate by Wyndham Chihuahua, Mexico...
Doc was sitting on the bed in his hotel room, the rifle stripped down, and cleaning it. "Asensinato de Mayo, or May Murder to the non-bilingual. This event is one of the biggest to occur here in Mexico. A country who's past time is wrestling, albeit lucha style. Still, every time we come here, we are greeted with open arms, and an almost rabid crowd. I find myself in two battles this week, the reason I came down early, and my match.
Sunday, in the capital city, four men walk into the ring in a battle to earn a shot at the Tag Titles. I know, I know, individuals fighting for a shot, but really, this way the best will win. There is no relying on a partner, one has to dig down deep. With no ability to rest on the side while your partner goes in fresh, it is going to be tough. When you throw in the men I will be in the ring with, that goes up an order of magnitude."
Doc picks up a cleaning rod, and adds a cleaning patch, "Chase, Adam and Night Rider, two of those three would be tough enough on their own." Doc pick the upper up and starts swabbing the barrel. "And the third, well....."
Doc carefully inspect the patch, looking for any signs of residue buildup. "let's begin with Night Rider, one half of the Shadows and up until Sunday held the Tag Team titles. Obviously you and Denise would love to get those back, however my friend that's not gonna happen. If'n you were just a tag team specialist I wouldn't worry so much. Being as you have had success on your own, I know you're a threat in this match. Damn, again I find myself wanting to call Hasselhoff. That's not gonna happen either, what is gonna happen is me keeping you from wining this match by wining it myself."
Doc set the cleaning rod down, and held the upper assembly up to the light, inspecting the barrel. "For the third time in as many weeks, I find Chase Michaels across the ring from me. Now, the two of us have split our bouts so far, and one might think that this was booked so that we could settle who was better. If'n you ask me though, each time Chase and I stepped it up and brought one hell of a fight, and that is something you don't pass up when your making money..."
Satisfied his weapon was now clean and in perfect working order, Doc began to lube and reassemble the rifle. "Chase I think one of the reasons we had such good matches is I see a lot of myself in you. Just when I thought I started like you, I realized, nope I hate ya.
Now, before you go and get your panties all in a twist, just know that hate is a professional and not a personal one. In fact I have a lot of respect for you Mr. Lone Wolf. After I win this contender ship match at Asensinato de Mayo, I had even considered that since the winner chooses his tag partner seeing if the Lone Wolf wanted to team up with the Southern Rogue. That'd be one hell of a force to be reckoned with for sure..."
Sliding the final takedown pin back in the place, Doc gives the rifle a good looking over before working the action a few times. Satisfied, he slaps in a magazine and loads the chamber, closing the ejection port cover and setting it down. "Last and most certainly least, the Villain Adam Young. Normally, I would prepare for a match with him by drinking moonshine off the crack of a hookers ass. Sadly these multi person matches tend to favor him from time to time. There is no way in hell Adam could beat any one of the three of us let alone run rough shod through us all at once. This is where he uses that lump two feet above his ass. All he's got to do is let us beat the holy fuck out of each other, before swooping in to steal the..."
A sudden hard knock at the door stops Doc mid-sentence. "The fuck? Who is it?!"
A voice that could be a woman's replied in a thick accent, "Housekeeping, you want mint for pillow?"
Doc shift his head and just laughed, "No thanks, I'm all good here." Smiling, he added an afterthought, "And no, I don't want you to come jerk me off..."
After a few seconds pause Doc started to continue hacking on Adam, but is interrupted by a hard knock again. This time before he can answer, the door is kicked off its hinges. Doc reacts just in time, grabbing his rifle and rolling off the bed as a round from shotgun tore through where he was sitting.
Popping up, he brought the rifle to bear, flicking off the safety, and unloading on the masked men. Mr. Shotgun fell before he could get another round off and the two guys behind him didn't stand a chance. Obviously these guys weren't expecting any resistance. Doc stood and moved to the fallen would be assassins, and removed their masks. Sure enough, three amigos he would never have recognized...
Flipping the safety back on, Doc stashed the rifle back into the range bag and gathered the rest of his things. A single lead .45 slug to each of their heads as he left the room made sure they wouldn't get up. Commotion was beginning to stir in the area as Doc got into his Aston Martin and sped away in a cloud of dust and smoke.
This infamous El Guappo and his goons had just escalated things to a whole new level...
