Post by Doc Henry on May 25, 2014 16:45:02 GMT -5
Outskirts of Zihuatanejo, Mexico 23 May 2014, 11:23 AM
Doc pulls up to the gate of an elaborate estate, one belonging to the so called El Guappo. Stepping out of the car, he looks around. The grounds show little to no use in a while and the place looks abandoned. With only his revolver, Doc locks the car and scrambles over the gate.
"All right you sum bitch! Let's end this now!!!"
Nothing.
What the hell was going on here?
Now confused and even more pissed off, Doc walks up to the main house and is ready to kick the door in, when a scream from his right makes him turn. What he see's makes him laugh. A man who could very well be Adam Young's Mexican doppelgänger is charging full steam ahead.
Doc simply meets the man with a boot to the face, and sets upon him with savage punches. "Well, if'n this is the way it's gonna be... Adam..."
Punch.
"...seriously dude, you think you ever stood a chance in this match?"
Punch.
"We've been in the ring against each other more times than most anyone, there is no way in hell your in my league..."
Punch.
"Your dad's condom is bigger than your personality...
Punch.
"Crow all you want like a little bitch about BTJ's still being together..."
Punch.
"...and asking for the New Confederacy to reform and feud again..."
Punch.
"Sad fact is that we don't need to regroup to whoop your hillbilly asses."
Punch.
"Either one of us could do it by ourselves..."
Punch.
"I can't say I'm surprised you are proud that you have screwed me over in matches a few times. You can't beat me, and don't worry your frilly little pink panties, I won't over look you. In fact I'll pay extra attention, say 10 seconds sound about right?"
Punch.
Mexi-Adam is now bloody and unconscious, causing Doc to simply shrug his shoulders and stand. "Well, just like Sunday will be, you'll go down easier than a ten penny whore at a sex workers convention..." Doc just shakes his head, and pulls his .45, burying a lead slug in the man's head mercifully ending his suffering...
Turning back to the door, he kicks it in and re-holsters his pistol as it swings open to an obviously abandoned building. However there is a note laying upon the floor. Picking it up, he reads what has been scrawled in blood, Come find us.
The back of Doc's neck reddens as his ire rises, and he bellows out to no one in particular, "This asshole is playing games, and has no idea the measure of vengeance he has unleashed by calling down the thunder!"
As Doc's foot comes to rest on the bottom step, a hand grabs his elbow and spins him around to reveal the next doppelgänger, who clocks him with a stiff elbow to the jaw. Looking up from the floor, Doc shakes his head, "I shouldn't be surprised... Night rider..."
Mexican Rider moves in and kicks at Doc's gut. However the Southern Rogue has been in too many brawls, and captures the kick, rolling into a grappling fight across the floor. "So, you think you know me, eh?" Doc maneuvers into a reverse chin lock. "Did you get this knowledge from the grand total of, what, three times you have ever faced me in the ring?"
Mexi-Rider worms his way out of the chin lock and gets Doc in an abdominal stretch. Doc grunts, and looks up at the man, "So all that grand experience has taught you all about how good I am? My limitations, and what I am capable of?" Doc holds up his left fist, then with a grin pops his pinky finger up. Quickly he jabs it into the man's throat. "Didn't see that coming did you? You don't know fuck!"
Doc grabs Mexi-Rider's waist from behind as he holds his throat gasping for air, "Your right about one thing, I don't take shit from anyone. Especially all that shit which you spewed..." With a grunt, Doc executes a belly to back suplex, holding on and rolling through. "So, a dangerous state of mind, eh? I know all about 'dangerous states of mind', if'n you recall. So bring your shattered focus, I'll bring my centered self."
Doc hits a second suplex, rolling through, and Mexi-Rider is damn near out. "Unlike you, I will have recovered my wife from her kidnapper, and she will be at my side in Mexico City. Just one more proof that I am more of a winner than you..."
Doc tosses the man over his head in a release suplex, hitting the trifecta. Landing with a sickening crack, Mexi-Rider doesn't move. Standing Doc kicks the man's leg. "I think I broke his fucking neck..." Bending down, Doc checks on Mexi-Rider, getting no pulse, "Yup, broke his neck... Poor bastard..." Doc dusts himself off and see's that the back door is open. Looking down at the fresh corpse, he shakes his head in contempt, "You don't know diddly poo about being an underdog. Look at me, 11 WCF title reigns, and people still say that I was carried to 5 Tag Titles by 3 different partners... I'm the ultimate underdog bitch! It's sad that you lost your focus, looking too far ahead to regaining the tag titles to see what lies before you, in having to earn a title shot first..."
Doc made his way towards the door, and carefully looks out, he'd already been attacked by Adam, and Night Rider's Mexican twins. He was gonna be Damned if Chase's snuck up on him.
Seeing the patio clear, Doc made his way to the now empty poolside and looked around. "Alright you sick bastard, here I am! Bring me my wife, NOW!!!"
Doc turned around just in time to see, what a shock, Mexi-Chase right before getting speared. Doc is Damned...
The two men crash hard into the empty pool. Doc and Mexi-Chase roll in pain for a few minutes, and get up to their feet, and begin trading punches. Finally Doc gets the upper hand, backing him into the wall. With a hard whip, Doc sends Mexi-Chase into the deep end, crashing into the wall.
"What kind of mind fuck is this, the Lone Wolf competing for a shot at the Tag Titles? I mean do you even have a tag team partner? Now granted I don't right at this moment, but there's about five or six different guys I've teamed up with in the past I could give a call that love a shot at the tag titles" Doc takes a couple running steps and launches himself into the deep end, dropping an elbow into Mexi-Chase's gut. Not escaping getting hurt himself, Doc rolls for a minute, standing up.
"Can you say that Chase? You really think you have what it takes, don't you big man. Now I ain't gonna lie, you are someone I have to watch out for in this match. But that still won't change a goddamn thing. You'll have much more pleasurable time finger bangin' ol' Mary Jane Rottencrotch." Doc moves back to the shallow end, and is using the ladder to climb out, when Mexi-Chase smashes a double axe handle into the back of his head. This causes Doc to fall and the ladder to break off. Doc stands and looks at Mexi-Chase, "Yeah, you have a victory over me, big fat hairy deal. I could care less. Individual victories are not as important to me as the big picture, but, that doesn't mean that I don't take it one week at a time either."
Doc and Mexi-Chase fight, and brawl, rolling out of the pool, and back to the patio. After a few seconds, Mexi-Chase plants Doc with a DDT. Laying there, with birds chirping in his head, and everything spinning, Doc watches as Mexi-Chase grabs a machete. Sizing him up, he charges a now standing Southern Rogue.
Doc does what comes natural, and catches Mexi-Chase in a back body drop, right into the pool. Staggering a bit as he turns, Doc finds a surprising sight. Mexi-Chase had landed on, and been impaled by the broken pool ladder. Doc just laughed at the absurd unlikeliness of what had happened. "Look at you just now, you rushed into this shit. People constantly fail to realize that when you mess with the Southern Rogue, somethings going to break. It doesn't matter whether it's your heart or your hymen, the Cock is going to leave you panting, and laying there with your ass the air begging for more."
Doc sat by the pool for a few seconds to catch his breath, as he looked around. "Some parting thoughts... It doesn't matter if'n you want to regain the tag titles you just lost, make an impact on this company, or simply try to get the best tag team in history to reunite. At Asensinato de Mayo, the three of you will be in for the fight of a lifetime. Now, I'm not gonna guarantee victory for... Well, wait, yeah I am. You see, you trio of assholes fail to realize that I am one of the best in this business. I however, have been on a bit of a slump, but let me clue you punks in on something, when it comes to big matches, especially at Pay-Per-Views, something happens. There is this extra switch that gets flipped, almost like an extra gear. Not only is this match for a shot at the Tag Team Titles, it will be my 190th match in WCF. You see I'm just a few short weeks away from the 200 match milestone, and I will be damned if'n I hit a funk and lose that match. No, I will begin my countdown this Sunday. A countdown to greatness as I prepare and eventually win my 200th match. Starting that countdown with a win is the only acceptable outcome..."
Up on the balcony overlooking the pool area, Doc see's Mary strapped to chair, and gagged. Doc cursed and made his way for the stairs up, and didn't bother to look for danger as he untied and ungagged Mary.
"Doc!" she called out as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "It's about damned time you made it. I thought you would have just fucking flown in..."
Doc embraced her and finally noticed she was wearing a skimpy bikini. "Well, I figured there might be a need for a fast get away, so I drove the Aston..." Doc pulled off his saddle coat and slipped it over her shoulders. "I'm glad to find you unharmed dear..."
Mary simply smiled, "All part of the master plan my love..."
Doc now wore a completely confused look... Before he could ask, she pointed over his shoulder, "El Guappo is right there, he wanted to make sure you were properly prepared and ready to go for the pay per view..."
Doc turned to look and was reaching for his pistol to end things, when he recognized El Guappo...
"YOU'RE El Guappo?
" Still confused, Doc turned to look at Mary who smiled big, and then back at the man he knew well. "I never anticipated it to be you. Get prepared, now I owe you a set up like this as well..."
The camera switches to an over the shoulder shot from 'El Guappo's' shoulder, showing Doc bolstering his pistol and moving in for a bro-hug before fading to static overlaid with a waving Confederate Battle Flag...
Doc pulls up to the gate of an elaborate estate, one belonging to the so called El Guappo. Stepping out of the car, he looks around. The grounds show little to no use in a while and the place looks abandoned. With only his revolver, Doc locks the car and scrambles over the gate.
"All right you sum bitch! Let's end this now!!!"
Nothing.
What the hell was going on here?
Now confused and even more pissed off, Doc walks up to the main house and is ready to kick the door in, when a scream from his right makes him turn. What he see's makes him laugh. A man who could very well be Adam Young's Mexican doppelgänger is charging full steam ahead.
Doc simply meets the man with a boot to the face, and sets upon him with savage punches. "Well, if'n this is the way it's gonna be... Adam..."
Punch.
"...seriously dude, you think you ever stood a chance in this match?"
Punch.
"We've been in the ring against each other more times than most anyone, there is no way in hell your in my league..."
Punch.
"Your dad's condom is bigger than your personality...
Punch.
"Crow all you want like a little bitch about BTJ's still being together..."
Punch.
"...and asking for the New Confederacy to reform and feud again..."
Punch.
"Sad fact is that we don't need to regroup to whoop your hillbilly asses."
Punch.
"Either one of us could do it by ourselves..."
Punch.
"I can't say I'm surprised you are proud that you have screwed me over in matches a few times. You can't beat me, and don't worry your frilly little pink panties, I won't over look you. In fact I'll pay extra attention, say 10 seconds sound about right?"
Punch.
Mexi-Adam is now bloody and unconscious, causing Doc to simply shrug his shoulders and stand. "Well, just like Sunday will be, you'll go down easier than a ten penny whore at a sex workers convention..." Doc just shakes his head, and pulls his .45, burying a lead slug in the man's head mercifully ending his suffering...
Turning back to the door, he kicks it in and re-holsters his pistol as it swings open to an obviously abandoned building. However there is a note laying upon the floor. Picking it up, he reads what has been scrawled in blood, Come find us.
The back of Doc's neck reddens as his ire rises, and he bellows out to no one in particular, "This asshole is playing games, and has no idea the measure of vengeance he has unleashed by calling down the thunder!"
As Doc's foot comes to rest on the bottom step, a hand grabs his elbow and spins him around to reveal the next doppelgänger, who clocks him with a stiff elbow to the jaw. Looking up from the floor, Doc shakes his head, "I shouldn't be surprised... Night rider..."
Mexican Rider moves in and kicks at Doc's gut. However the Southern Rogue has been in too many brawls, and captures the kick, rolling into a grappling fight across the floor. "So, you think you know me, eh?" Doc maneuvers into a reverse chin lock. "Did you get this knowledge from the grand total of, what, three times you have ever faced me in the ring?"
Mexi-Rider worms his way out of the chin lock and gets Doc in an abdominal stretch. Doc grunts, and looks up at the man, "So all that grand experience has taught you all about how good I am? My limitations, and what I am capable of?" Doc holds up his left fist, then with a grin pops his pinky finger up. Quickly he jabs it into the man's throat. "Didn't see that coming did you? You don't know fuck!"
Doc grabs Mexi-Rider's waist from behind as he holds his throat gasping for air, "Your right about one thing, I don't take shit from anyone. Especially all that shit which you spewed..." With a grunt, Doc executes a belly to back suplex, holding on and rolling through. "So, a dangerous state of mind, eh? I know all about 'dangerous states of mind', if'n you recall. So bring your shattered focus, I'll bring my centered self."
Doc hits a second suplex, rolling through, and Mexi-Rider is damn near out. "Unlike you, I will have recovered my wife from her kidnapper, and she will be at my side in Mexico City. Just one more proof that I am more of a winner than you..."
Doc tosses the man over his head in a release suplex, hitting the trifecta. Landing with a sickening crack, Mexi-Rider doesn't move. Standing Doc kicks the man's leg. "I think I broke his fucking neck..." Bending down, Doc checks on Mexi-Rider, getting no pulse, "Yup, broke his neck... Poor bastard..." Doc dusts himself off and see's that the back door is open. Looking down at the fresh corpse, he shakes his head in contempt, "You don't know diddly poo about being an underdog. Look at me, 11 WCF title reigns, and people still say that I was carried to 5 Tag Titles by 3 different partners... I'm the ultimate underdog bitch! It's sad that you lost your focus, looking too far ahead to regaining the tag titles to see what lies before you, in having to earn a title shot first..."
Doc made his way towards the door, and carefully looks out, he'd already been attacked by Adam, and Night Rider's Mexican twins. He was gonna be Damned if Chase's snuck up on him.
Seeing the patio clear, Doc made his way to the now empty poolside and looked around. "Alright you sick bastard, here I am! Bring me my wife, NOW!!!"
Doc turned around just in time to see, what a shock, Mexi-Chase right before getting speared. Doc is Damned...
The two men crash hard into the empty pool. Doc and Mexi-Chase roll in pain for a few minutes, and get up to their feet, and begin trading punches. Finally Doc gets the upper hand, backing him into the wall. With a hard whip, Doc sends Mexi-Chase into the deep end, crashing into the wall.
"What kind of mind fuck is this, the Lone Wolf competing for a shot at the Tag Titles? I mean do you even have a tag team partner? Now granted I don't right at this moment, but there's about five or six different guys I've teamed up with in the past I could give a call that love a shot at the tag titles" Doc takes a couple running steps and launches himself into the deep end, dropping an elbow into Mexi-Chase's gut. Not escaping getting hurt himself, Doc rolls for a minute, standing up.
"Can you say that Chase? You really think you have what it takes, don't you big man. Now I ain't gonna lie, you are someone I have to watch out for in this match. But that still won't change a goddamn thing. You'll have much more pleasurable time finger bangin' ol' Mary Jane Rottencrotch." Doc moves back to the shallow end, and is using the ladder to climb out, when Mexi-Chase smashes a double axe handle into the back of his head. This causes Doc to fall and the ladder to break off. Doc stands and looks at Mexi-Chase, "Yeah, you have a victory over me, big fat hairy deal. I could care less. Individual victories are not as important to me as the big picture, but, that doesn't mean that I don't take it one week at a time either."
Doc and Mexi-Chase fight, and brawl, rolling out of the pool, and back to the patio. After a few seconds, Mexi-Chase plants Doc with a DDT. Laying there, with birds chirping in his head, and everything spinning, Doc watches as Mexi-Chase grabs a machete. Sizing him up, he charges a now standing Southern Rogue.
Doc does what comes natural, and catches Mexi-Chase in a back body drop, right into the pool. Staggering a bit as he turns, Doc finds a surprising sight. Mexi-Chase had landed on, and been impaled by the broken pool ladder. Doc just laughed at the absurd unlikeliness of what had happened. "Look at you just now, you rushed into this shit. People constantly fail to realize that when you mess with the Southern Rogue, somethings going to break. It doesn't matter whether it's your heart or your hymen, the Cock is going to leave you panting, and laying there with your ass the air begging for more."
Doc sat by the pool for a few seconds to catch his breath, as he looked around. "Some parting thoughts... It doesn't matter if'n you want to regain the tag titles you just lost, make an impact on this company, or simply try to get the best tag team in history to reunite. At Asensinato de Mayo, the three of you will be in for the fight of a lifetime. Now, I'm not gonna guarantee victory for... Well, wait, yeah I am. You see, you trio of assholes fail to realize that I am one of the best in this business. I however, have been on a bit of a slump, but let me clue you punks in on something, when it comes to big matches, especially at Pay-Per-Views, something happens. There is this extra switch that gets flipped, almost like an extra gear. Not only is this match for a shot at the Tag Team Titles, it will be my 190th match in WCF. You see I'm just a few short weeks away from the 200 match milestone, and I will be damned if'n I hit a funk and lose that match. No, I will begin my countdown this Sunday. A countdown to greatness as I prepare and eventually win my 200th match. Starting that countdown with a win is the only acceptable outcome..."
Up on the balcony overlooking the pool area, Doc see's Mary strapped to chair, and gagged. Doc cursed and made his way for the stairs up, and didn't bother to look for danger as he untied and ungagged Mary.
"Doc!" she called out as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "It's about damned time you made it. I thought you would have just fucking flown in..."
Doc embraced her and finally noticed she was wearing a skimpy bikini. "Well, I figured there might be a need for a fast get away, so I drove the Aston..." Doc pulled off his saddle coat and slipped it over her shoulders. "I'm glad to find you unharmed dear..."
Mary simply smiled, "All part of the master plan my love..."
Doc now wore a completely confused look... Before he could ask, she pointed over his shoulder, "El Guappo is right there, he wanted to make sure you were properly prepared and ready to go for the pay per view..."
Doc turned to look and was reaching for his pistol to end things, when he recognized El Guappo...
"YOU'RE El Guappo?
" Still confused, Doc turned to look at Mary who smiled big, and then back at the man he knew well. "I never anticipated it to be you. Get prepared, now I owe you a set up like this as well..."The camera switches to an over the shoulder shot from 'El Guappo's' shoulder, showing Doc bolstering his pistol and moving in for a bro-hug before fading to static overlaid with a waving Confederate Battle Flag...
