Post by Doc Henry on Jun 29, 2014 12:08:25 GMT -5
We open up to see Doc Henry and Johnny Reb sitting down in the locker room. The two men are sitting back relax preparing mentally for their match tonight.
"I'm still gonna get you back for that prank, you know it's on like donkey kong..."
Reb just laughs, "I look forward to it..."
Doc is about to fire back when the two women from the convention and Chuy show up, "Bernardos, my gift..."
The women giggle and Doc and Reb exchange glances about to protest, when a couple of stage hands drag in a pair of massage tables. Both men smile and jump on the tables, knowing this will hit the spot...
"What a surprise, the Tag Team Champions come at us with the same old tired insults and put downs. Well maybe not the exact ones, they did phrase them just a little. I don't know just why this happens, but every time someone has to go up against the New Confederacy, the same affliction falls upon them. They have nothing better to say, or do than trying to run us down with stereotypes and fifth grade insults.
Doctor Reemed-Ass Michelle, and his dingleberry Nattie Von Laid-In-Ass are forgetting one simple fact. Which is quite funny for a team named Science. Science deals in facts and truths, and uncovering them. These two asswipes are so full of their own smugness that they think hiring a pair of Beavis and Butt-head wannabes to put on an even worse portrayal of us than was done by Knox and El Angelo Obscuro... At least those two put in the effort themselves. You two knew you'd never fit in our jock straps, so you cowered in fear as others did your dirty work. In fact I wouldn't be surprised to see that tonight in our match, except for the fact that you are too stuck up to know better.
No, the two of you will step into that ring to try and put on an ass kicking fiesta worthy of the roman colosseum, only to find yourselves in the way of the best Tag Team in history. I saw your little comments guys, I mean really the best NvL had against us was Reb carrying me??? Seriously? Again with the tired and overused rhetoric, just like any liberal sucking at sweaty ballsack of our president. I mean seriously, you said it your self dude, I beat you one on one, when neither of us was who we once were. Right there, can't be taken back now, the proof that you know deep down you can't win..."
"Yeah, I carried Doc... Just like I carried him to two other tag titles with two separate partners, I must have also carried him to 2 TV, 1 US, 1 Confederate, 1 Hardcore, and 1 Internet Titles..."
You posers don't know just who your dealing with..."[/color]
"Damn straight Johnny, at least Reamed-Ass put some thought and effort into his insults. Still, the so called, 'educated' man just can't seem to understand that he is outclassed, even when it's right in his face. Not to mention the standard insults he tossed, the good 'Doctor' also had to stoop to calling us old and washed up... Wow, your what, five years younger than us at the most?
Yeah, we're washed up, like a nun on Sunday. Oh how fun will it be to stand above your bodies as Reb and I raise the Tag Titles and celebrate two 'washed up' men who just kicked your candied asses.
Reamus, Nathan, go ahead and continue finger popping each other's assholes as you shake in you little pansy booties. You laugh in ignorance that I chose Reb as my partner, but fail to realize that the biggest names in this business all came looking to fill the position he has now...
There have been several teams you pissed off two weeks ago, and then went crying to your mama when we all came in and returned the beatdown favor. The New Confederacy has been in the ring with the rest, because we are the best. Even the Thickness never faced us firing on all eight cylinders. That is the reason why they call themselves the best, just like you, because you haven't faced us, and after tonight, well you know just who the best is as the New Confederacy once again raises the belts above our heads and leads the tag division..."
Fade...
"I'm still gonna get you back for that prank, you know it's on like donkey kong..."
Reb just laughs, "I look forward to it..."
Doc is about to fire back when the two women from the convention and Chuy show up, "Bernardos, my gift..."
The women giggle and Doc and Reb exchange glances about to protest, when a couple of stage hands drag in a pair of massage tables. Both men smile and jump on the tables, knowing this will hit the spot...
"What a surprise, the Tag Team Champions come at us with the same old tired insults and put downs. Well maybe not the exact ones, they did phrase them just a little. I don't know just why this happens, but every time someone has to go up against the New Confederacy, the same affliction falls upon them. They have nothing better to say, or do than trying to run us down with stereotypes and fifth grade insults.
Doctor Reemed-Ass Michelle, and his dingleberry Nattie Von Laid-In-Ass are forgetting one simple fact. Which is quite funny for a team named Science. Science deals in facts and truths, and uncovering them. These two asswipes are so full of their own smugness that they think hiring a pair of Beavis and Butt-head wannabes to put on an even worse portrayal of us than was done by Knox and El Angelo Obscuro... At least those two put in the effort themselves. You two knew you'd never fit in our jock straps, so you cowered in fear as others did your dirty work. In fact I wouldn't be surprised to see that tonight in our match, except for the fact that you are too stuck up to know better.
No, the two of you will step into that ring to try and put on an ass kicking fiesta worthy of the roman colosseum, only to find yourselves in the way of the best Tag Team in history. I saw your little comments guys, I mean really the best NvL had against us was Reb carrying me??? Seriously? Again with the tired and overused rhetoric, just like any liberal sucking at sweaty ballsack of our president. I mean seriously, you said it your self dude, I beat you one on one, when neither of us was who we once were. Right there, can't be taken back now, the proof that you know deep down you can't win..."
"Yeah, I carried Doc... Just like I carried him to two other tag titles with two separate partners, I must have also carried him to 2 TV, 1 US, 1 Confederate, 1 Hardcore, and 1 Internet Titles..."
You posers don't know just who your dealing with..."[/color]
"Damn straight Johnny, at least Reamed-Ass put some thought and effort into his insults. Still, the so called, 'educated' man just can't seem to understand that he is outclassed, even when it's right in his face. Not to mention the standard insults he tossed, the good 'Doctor' also had to stoop to calling us old and washed up... Wow, your what, five years younger than us at the most?
Yeah, we're washed up, like a nun on Sunday. Oh how fun will it be to stand above your bodies as Reb and I raise the Tag Titles and celebrate two 'washed up' men who just kicked your candied asses.
Reamus, Nathan, go ahead and continue finger popping each other's assholes as you shake in you little pansy booties. You laugh in ignorance that I chose Reb as my partner, but fail to realize that the biggest names in this business all came looking to fill the position he has now...
There have been several teams you pissed off two weeks ago, and then went crying to your mama when we all came in and returned the beatdown favor. The New Confederacy has been in the ring with the rest, because we are the best. Even the Thickness never faced us firing on all eight cylinders. That is the reason why they call themselves the best, just like you, because you haven't faced us, and after tonight, well you know just who the best is as the New Confederacy once again raises the belts above our heads and leads the tag division..."
Fade...
