Post by Doc Henry on Jan 15, 2012 14:32:07 GMT -5
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As the camera fades in, we see Doc Henry in the back of the WCF Arena. He is in the catering area enjoying a hot cup of coffee. As he sips away reading the newspaper a body falls from nowhere and smashes through the table where he is sitting. With a spit take worth of a Three Stooges movie, Doc stands and looks first at the body, then up at the solid ceiling. "What the fu... How di..." Seeing no hole the body could have come from he shrugs and looks down. At his feet lays a broken and bloody Hank Brown. Reaching down, Doc checks for a pulse to no avail. Looking a bit confused, Doc scans the room. Finding it empty, he turns his attention back to the body at his feet. Remembering what he'd seen in all those crime drama's he keeps his hands off. Spray painted on the back of Hank, is the letters GLS in the style of the old nWo. "And I thought them ripping off midgets was bad..."
Pulling his cellphone from his pocket, Doc goes to dial the police, only to find he has no signal. "That's odd..." Looking around Doc decides to head towards the locker rooms, surely someone is there. As he walks the halls, Doc keeps checking the signal on his phone to no avail. Shaking his head, he rounds the corner only to find Dixie Pride strapped to a crucifix. As he looks closer it is clear her throat has been slashed. Not only that, but smeared in blood across her forehead was the letters GLS. "What the fuck? Dixie? What are these guys trying to do? Closing her eyes, Doc shakes his head and continues down the corridor, "What a waste, Dixie was a good fuck..."
After a little while of bodies laying all over the back of the arena Doc arrives at the locker room labeled 'New Confederacy'. Pulling his Colt .45 Peacemaker, Doc opens the door, and steps in. The sight greeting him sets his skin to puckering. Hanging from their necks are Chuy, Mary, and Johnny Reb, each one with their eviscerated bowls spilled on the floor spelling out GLS...
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Doc sits up violently in his bed, covered in sweat. Looking around, he chuckles and shakes his head. Climbing out of the bed, Doc makes his way towards the large open shower in the master bath, his naked rear glistening in the moonlight. After turning on the water, he notices the camera, "Well, well, well, it seams as if the GLS have been spouting off their crap again. First they started with the damn midgets which would have been funny had it not been done to hell. After that, they decide to just go on running their mouths, claiming to be these big bad mother fuckers. In reality these guys are scared little boys.
Johnny and I have seen guys like them come and go, mostly go. Not only are Johnny and I the best team to ever lace up a pair of boots, we are both successful outside of the tag division. Johnny and I are two of the roughest and toughest son's of bitches out there. You three are gonna find that out soon enough." Doc steps into the shower and the water cascades over his muscled physic.
"Now, don't concern yourselves with any dissension between me and Reb. We have had a conversation about it and while our issues are yet to be resolved, on Slam we'll put those aside to give you fucking asshats the ass whooping you have coming..." Doc smiles as Mary's nude form joins him, "You kids go watch Spongebob or something, it's time for the adults to have our privacy..."
The camera fades as Doc and Mary begin to soap each other up...
As the camera fades in, we see Doc Henry in the back of the WCF Arena. He is in the catering area enjoying a hot cup of coffee. As he sips away reading the newspaper a body falls from nowhere and smashes through the table where he is sitting. With a spit take worth of a Three Stooges movie, Doc stands and looks first at the body, then up at the solid ceiling. "What the fu... How di..." Seeing no hole the body could have come from he shrugs and looks down. At his feet lays a broken and bloody Hank Brown. Reaching down, Doc checks for a pulse to no avail. Looking a bit confused, Doc scans the room. Finding it empty, he turns his attention back to the body at his feet. Remembering what he'd seen in all those crime drama's he keeps his hands off. Spray painted on the back of Hank, is the letters GLS in the style of the old nWo. "And I thought them ripping off midgets was bad..."
Pulling his cellphone from his pocket, Doc goes to dial the police, only to find he has no signal. "That's odd..." Looking around Doc decides to head towards the locker rooms, surely someone is there. As he walks the halls, Doc keeps checking the signal on his phone to no avail. Shaking his head, he rounds the corner only to find Dixie Pride strapped to a crucifix. As he looks closer it is clear her throat has been slashed. Not only that, but smeared in blood across her forehead was the letters GLS. "What the fuck? Dixie? What are these guys trying to do? Closing her eyes, Doc shakes his head and continues down the corridor, "What a waste, Dixie was a good fuck..."
After a little while of bodies laying all over the back of the arena Doc arrives at the locker room labeled 'New Confederacy'. Pulling his Colt .45 Peacemaker, Doc opens the door, and steps in. The sight greeting him sets his skin to puckering. Hanging from their necks are Chuy, Mary, and Johnny Reb, each one with their eviscerated bowls spilled on the floor spelling out GLS...
***************
Doc sits up violently in his bed, covered in sweat. Looking around, he chuckles and shakes his head. Climbing out of the bed, Doc makes his way towards the large open shower in the master bath, his naked rear glistening in the moonlight. After turning on the water, he notices the camera, "Well, well, well, it seams as if the GLS have been spouting off their crap again. First they started with the damn midgets which would have been funny had it not been done to hell. After that, they decide to just go on running their mouths, claiming to be these big bad mother fuckers. In reality these guys are scared little boys.
Johnny and I have seen guys like them come and go, mostly go. Not only are Johnny and I the best team to ever lace up a pair of boots, we are both successful outside of the tag division. Johnny and I are two of the roughest and toughest son's of bitches out there. You three are gonna find that out soon enough." Doc steps into the shower and the water cascades over his muscled physic.
"Now, don't concern yourselves with any dissension between me and Reb. We have had a conversation about it and while our issues are yet to be resolved, on Slam we'll put those aside to give you fucking asshats the ass whooping you have coming..." Doc smiles as Mary's nude form joins him, "You kids go watch Spongebob or something, it's time for the adults to have our privacy..."
The camera fades as Doc and Mary begin to soap each other up...
