Post by Doc Henry on Jun 22, 2014 16:51:20 GMT -5
Friday, 20 June, 3:25 PM local time...
Doc is standing outside the Walkabout Creek Hotel in McKinley, Australia. He is leaning up against a rented Range Rover smoking a cigarette. Doffing his hat, Doc wipes the sweat off his brow. He smiles replacing the Akubra The Croc hat he'd bough for just this trip. One couldn't visit the home of one Mick Dundee and not be wearing the hat inspired by the movie.
Extinguishing his cigarette with the heel of his boot, Doc entered the door and strode up to the bar. The woman behind greeted him warmly, "G'day mate, what can I get ya?"
Doc just smiled, "I take a beer."
The woman smiled as she handed Doc his brew, yeah they still get people visiting all these years after Paul Hogan made his movie...
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Sunday, 22 June, 5:00 PM Local...
Doc is sitting in his locker room, covered in sweat from a light workout. Mary is working on massaging his shoulders. "I tell ya Mary, all these blokes wanting a shot at the tag titles with me has me in a bind. There are several good candidates there."
"Suger, you need to not worry about that right now."
"I know I have to concentrate on Chelsea this week, but with Doctor Asshole and his Dingleberry of a protogé demanding to know who it is that will join me next week. I need to make a decision soon so that we can work out how to win."
Mary pushed hard on a knot, causing Doc to moan. "Doc, you know she is a three time champion right?"
"This is what, her 30th match in this company?" Doc stretched a little and sipped on a can of Fosters... Australian for Beer. "That tells me a few things about her. One, that she has had success early, and she is more than capable as an opponent in the ring. It also tells me that she is still a rookie. No matter what else she is, Chelsea will suffer for a while from that early success."
Mary shrugs and comes around to sit on her man's lap. "Your not gonna be taking this for granted are you?"
Doc laughed as he slapped her ass lightly, "You should know better than that, my dear. There are many things I am not, and being overconfident is one of them. Unlike Mrs. Armstrong, I have had enough ring experience to know that anything can and will happen."
Doc stood with Mary in his arms, "Like I have said a few times, my mind is on the bigger picture. Sure, tonight CBA and I will tussle in the ring, and I hope she brings it. Next week at Blast, things will be bigger. I will need a good match to warm up, so to speak."
Doc set Mary down outside the shower, and turned to the camera as she stripped, "Go on sucking at the tit, and drinking the S-PAC Kool-Aid. Ya know, I don't really give two shits if'n you and yer mates think I'm just some inbred, ignorant hick. Ya see, I know quite a bit more than you realize. While I may be distracted with my Tag Title shot coming up. You, well, yer mind is in quite the quandary now ain't it?"
The water turns on as Mary begins her shower, and Doc slips his shirt off, "I like how you see to think that if'n you win tonight I will be humiliated. Again the effects of that special S-PAC juice are showing through. Why, oh why would I take something so? I'm not the vane, attention whore you seem to think people see you as. Wins and losses aren't what matters, what matters is the bigger picture. Fight hard tonight, fight hard to prove your right to be People's Champion. If'n you do that, and I end up losing, well so be it. Wouldn't bother me one bit, however, I do plan on pinning your shoulders for the three count. You see Doctor Asshole, and Dingleberry aren't taking me and my too be announced tag partner as a threat. In my mind there is no better way to show that, then pinning a champion. Sure the beat down they received last week was satisfying and proved one point, it won't ever be as effective as what I will do tonight as I stand with my hand raised in victory!"
Doc dropped his drawers, and slipped into the shower. The camera fades to black as fog begins to condense on the lens...
Doc is standing outside the Walkabout Creek Hotel in McKinley, Australia. He is leaning up against a rented Range Rover smoking a cigarette. Doffing his hat, Doc wipes the sweat off his brow. He smiles replacing the Akubra The Croc hat he'd bough for just this trip. One couldn't visit the home of one Mick Dundee and not be wearing the hat inspired by the movie.
Extinguishing his cigarette with the heel of his boot, Doc entered the door and strode up to the bar. The woman behind greeted him warmly, "G'day mate, what can I get ya?"
Doc just smiled, "I take a beer."
The woman smiled as she handed Doc his brew, yeah they still get people visiting all these years after Paul Hogan made his movie...
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Sunday, 22 June, 5:00 PM Local...
Doc is sitting in his locker room, covered in sweat from a light workout. Mary is working on massaging his shoulders. "I tell ya Mary, all these blokes wanting a shot at the tag titles with me has me in a bind. There are several good candidates there."
"Suger, you need to not worry about that right now."
"I know I have to concentrate on Chelsea this week, but with Doctor Asshole and his Dingleberry of a protogé demanding to know who it is that will join me next week. I need to make a decision soon so that we can work out how to win."
Mary pushed hard on a knot, causing Doc to moan. "Doc, you know she is a three time champion right?"
"This is what, her 30th match in this company?" Doc stretched a little and sipped on a can of Fosters... Australian for Beer. "That tells me a few things about her. One, that she has had success early, and she is more than capable as an opponent in the ring. It also tells me that she is still a rookie. No matter what else she is, Chelsea will suffer for a while from that early success."
Mary shrugs and comes around to sit on her man's lap. "Your not gonna be taking this for granted are you?"
Doc laughed as he slapped her ass lightly, "You should know better than that, my dear. There are many things I am not, and being overconfident is one of them. Unlike Mrs. Armstrong, I have had enough ring experience to know that anything can and will happen."
Doc stood with Mary in his arms, "Like I have said a few times, my mind is on the bigger picture. Sure, tonight CBA and I will tussle in the ring, and I hope she brings it. Next week at Blast, things will be bigger. I will need a good match to warm up, so to speak."
Doc set Mary down outside the shower, and turned to the camera as she stripped, "Go on sucking at the tit, and drinking the S-PAC Kool-Aid. Ya know, I don't really give two shits if'n you and yer mates think I'm just some inbred, ignorant hick. Ya see, I know quite a bit more than you realize. While I may be distracted with my Tag Title shot coming up. You, well, yer mind is in quite the quandary now ain't it?"
The water turns on as Mary begins her shower, and Doc slips his shirt off, "I like how you see to think that if'n you win tonight I will be humiliated. Again the effects of that special S-PAC juice are showing through. Why, oh why would I take something so? I'm not the vane, attention whore you seem to think people see you as. Wins and losses aren't what matters, what matters is the bigger picture. Fight hard tonight, fight hard to prove your right to be People's Champion. If'n you do that, and I end up losing, well so be it. Wouldn't bother me one bit, however, I do plan on pinning your shoulders for the three count. You see Doctor Asshole, and Dingleberry aren't taking me and my too be announced tag partner as a threat. In my mind there is no better way to show that, then pinning a champion. Sure the beat down they received last week was satisfying and proved one point, it won't ever be as effective as what I will do tonight as I stand with my hand raised in victory!"
Doc dropped his drawers, and slipped into the shower. The camera fades to black as fog begins to condense on the lens...
