Post by Doc Henry on Sept 29, 2013 13:28:13 GMT -5
Friday September 27, 2013
It's early morning, the sun not even up yet as a lone figure sits upon a horse in the middle street. Tombstone, Arizona, even in the wee hours of the morning, you could still smell the gunpowder from over 130 years prior. The horseman stopped at the site of the famed shootout, and hopped off his horse looking around. As the man squatted, his saddle coat blew in the light breeze. Taking off his hat, we see it to be none other than Doc Henry. Doc ran his fingers through the dirt wistfully and stood, placing his hat back on his head.
As he turned the unmistakable sound of a revolver cocking froze Doc in his tracks, and he turned to see a man dressed as a cowboy from the past.
"I have you now..."
With a flash from the muzzle, and the sound of the gunshot as if it were from miles away rang out and Doc closed his eyes, his only thought, 'This is how I die?'
***************
Doc stood with his eyes shut, waiting for the pain. It didn't come, and he could only think that it was that fast he didn't feel it. Reluctant to open his eyes for fear of what afterlife lay before him, Doc waited.
Suddenly the sounds of boots thumped on the wooden walkway, accompanied by the familiar clang of spurs, oddly loud for an open street. Doc cracked one eye open and was treated to a sight he didn't expect to see. The cowboy was still standing before him, flame and smoke coming out of the barrel of his revolver as if frozen in time. The bullet, well that was hovering in a spot just a foot away from Doc, spinning at a rate of one half revolution a minute. "Well, there's something you don't see everyday..."
As he spoke the boot steps stopped and a voice rang out with an odd echo to it. "Aren't you a daisy..."
Doc turned to look at the man, dressed in a similar manner to the one frozen in front of him. "Who the hell are you, and what is going on? Am I dead?"
The stranger lit up a cigarette and blew a cloud of smoke at the Southern Rogue, "Your very much alive, for the time being. However, the choices you make from here on out determine your fate. My name should be familiar to you, as I am Doc Holliday, and I have been sent to take you on a trip."
Doc's brow furrowed and his eyes narrowed, "Riiiiiigght.... Nice costume, I didn't know the show started this early. Nice effect with the bullet though, it actually looks like time froze." Lighting up his own cigarette, Doc Henry just looked back at what he presumed to be one of the reenactors. "So, what I get some sort of VIP tour?"
'Doc Holliday simply pus his hand on Doc's shoulder, "Not exactly..." An eerie Mia began to swirl around their feet and Doc found himself unable to move. "Don't worry, you'll be just fine..." As the mist rose to block out his view sounds he hadn't heard in years came to him softly...
One stood out more clearly than the others, "Mervin, Mervin, never learnin'. One, two, three, four. Come now baby, cry a little more..."
Doc started, "I know that voice..."
"As well you should, it is your old school bully..."
"But how? That was years ago..."
"I told you, we are on a trip... Martin Hanna plays a key role. You wouldn't be where you are now without that little bully."
Doc looked at the specter and looked back to see a now muted bully taunting his young self. "I was only able to get him to stop by framing him for theft, but that was years after these events." With those words the mist swirled around the pair of travelers once again.
It was now several years later, young Doc was now a teenager. He and Martin were crouched down next to a convenience store in downtown Griffin. It was barely past 2 AM and the town slept. With a smile Martin gave Doc a rough push. "All right Henry, don't fuck this up. Go in and rob the cashier, I'll be waiting here in the car."
As the teen Doc walked into the store, 'Doc' turned to Doc, "So I'm to assume this is the event?"
Doc just nodded, "I knew the owner really well and we had planned this set up. After I left with the money, I threw it into Martin's car and ran off like a bitch. Once he was out of sight I went back inside the store where we waited on the cops. With the two of us as eye witnesses and me telling them where Martin his his revolver, they tracked him down and he ended up spending several years in prison as someone's bitch." Doc scratched his chin, "This isn't what caused me to become a wrestler however.
'Doc' smiled and the mist whirled again. They now stood inside the US Airways Center, staring at the ring. "For reasons that will be clear to you later, Doc, you needed to see that, as well as this."
Mist in the ring swirled and standing there were spectral effigies of a few individuals scheduled to be at war.
All known competitors are listed here, though this list may be editted at any time. However, this is the current list of known entrants, Nathan von Liebert, Jonny Fly, Sarah Twilight, Eric Price, Bobby Cairo, Logan, Gravedigger, Oblivion, Jordan Caliban, Adam Young, Tek, Steve Orbit, Jay Price, and Roy Speede. "All these in the ring are considered the biggest obstacles to you winning war. Most you have history with. Tell me Doc, are you going to let them run all over you like you did little Martin?"
Doc shook his head, "Of course not, none of those standing there are gonna find me a pin on the way to a win."
"Oh do tell..."
Doc slid into the ring and found himself standing in front of Adam Young, "Look, while I have some respect for the villain, let's face simple facts, I could beat him with my cock tied to my ankles. Adam is no threat, talk about the ultimate wasted potential." The effigy faded into an odd gray mist, and Doc moved on, each fading after he said his piece.
"Jordan Caliban, well, I have yet to step into the ring with this man. He seems to be the best of the current batch of rookies we have, and has even offered to put the Internet Title on the line if I were to out perform him at War. This guy has proven to be more than mouth, and I would be glad to face him at war, and even though the Internet Title shot sounds good, the new World Champ sounds better.
Tek, well what can I say about Tek. The man is a beast in the ring and we have had several good matches over the years. However, I proved two weeks straight that when it comes down to it, pinning him is no problem for me. War would be no different, and I will have no issues eliminating him as well.
Oblivion, the monster, we've been on both the same and opposite sides through the years we've been here and you could well be one of the toughest sons of bitches this company has ever seen. I don't know what his deal is anymore, but if he brings his A game, well there could be some trouble. Oblivion is a man who is hard to put down, but it can be done. Why he isn't just declared THE Hardcore Champion and the belt retired is beyond me. With the rules imposed by the current occupant of the WCF Owner's chair, this match could be considered his to lose.
Orbit, Speede and Jay Price... Three men who could be spoilers at War, and yet I have mixed history with them. Jay has been here almost as long as me, but nagging injuries have kept him from becoming the dominant force that the name South Street Menace inspires. Jay and I have been in a few battles, notably a Clockwork Orange House of Fun at Til Death Do Us Part in 2010. Jay is another one of those guys in this match who can excel at the no DQ, no count outs. Sure his injuries are going against him, but he's a very tough barve. Orbit, well, I haven't had a whole lot of time against him, but this player turned champion isn't a push over. We were supposed to have a US Title match to rival all others. Well at End of the World, I'm not sure what exactly happened, but the match wasn't as great as it should have been. Well, Steve, if we happen to meet at War, look to yourself as I will pin you and kick you out of the match as well. Of this trio, the one I have the most time against is the Spawn of Logan himself, Baby Boudle Roy Speede. I could go on and on about the matches we've had, but simply put, Roy Speede ain't worth the Charmin extra soft he wipes his butt with."
Doc smiles as the specters of those three fade as well, lighting up another cigarette Doc looks at the ones left. "Fly, Eric Price and Twilight... Holy shit, talk about a trio of people who can't lead a company. Sure fly did the best of the three, but WCF has always run better under the guidance of one person, Seth Lerch. Say what you will about the guy, but he helmed this company through both periods of great success and debilitating adversity. You three pretenders don't even qualify to be considered asswiping material in comparison. Take each other out and save us all a headache and embarrassment.
Down to the final four... NvL, our current World Champion. Defending your title in a match that has over 40 competitors, and who knows how many surprise entrants is a task that has been done by nobody. Personally Nathan, the writing is on the wall, you lose your title at War. Maybe I'll be the one to pin you and get you eliminated. Afterall I am the ones I took the Hardcore Championship from your grasp, just saying...
Gravedigger, a legend in this ring and company. Tell me, what have you left to prove? Not a damned thing. Sure you can still bring it night in and night out in this ring. It's time you ride off in the sunset before your image is tarnished and you become another one of those sad cases of guys who cannot let go. Maybe that is your plan though, to win the World Title one last time and retire. You've held it enough 'Digger, it's time to step aside and watch someone new be the standard bearer. Hell, I'd be happy to take you out on the way to winning War and the World Championship. People always count me out, but fail to realize that I'm that one pain in the ass that shits in the apple pie. The one, and this isn't a flattering analogy, turd you can flush. 'Digger, step away while you can still hold your head high. You and Logan are the same here two men who just need to hang it up.
Yeah, I know there is only one man who can claim the title of Mr. WCF. The one and only Logan. Everyone has been talking as to this being War XII and that seeing as Logan won Wars III, VI, and IX, it's a lock that he'll do the same as he has won every third one... Logan, the Boudle slayer, your time is up my friend. I know you and I have never seen eye to eye, and despite what people might think, you and I both know you can't beat me straight up. Take out all the matches where it hasn't been just you and me, and your left with two one on one bouts. Both of which you one due to outside help, by a couple of men who are no longer around and I dare anyone to remember their names..."
Doc looks at the last figure in the ring and circles him slowly. "Bobby, you and I have had ups and downs, been friends and enemies. Last week we settled those differences and you know I respect you. It is with that respect that I say these words... I will be the one to win, not you. How is it that a man is in the hall of fame and has only two title reigns to his name? It's quite simple, because he has proven to be so good as to not need title reigns to cement his legacy. Bobby, I say it right now, eliminating you from War would be more satisfying that anyone else out there. There are many in this match who have more accolades, by you Bobby are quite easily the biggest threat to me winning. Sure hanging in to the end of the match with you last week can be considered a highlight and something to be proud of, but you know as well as I do. It doesn't matter how well you hang in a match, it comes to being hungry and wanting that brass ring of greatness."
With the specter of Bobby Cairo fading into the mist, it grows to encapsulate the two Doc's and they fade away. In the blink of an eye they are back to the street in Tombstone. Doc finds himself once again staring at the slow spinning bullet. Looking over at the older, legendary Doc, he smiles as Holliday fades to nothing. As he turns back the bullet flies at and through him as the unknown cowboy fades to mist, and the sun begins to climb above the horizon. "What does War mean to me? Quite simply War is a chance at greatness. Win or not, the important thing is to go out there and put on a show and an effort worthy of earning greatness. The shear odds of winning War are greatly against me, I know that and I accept it. However, that doesn't mean I won't bring everything I have to the match. I do want that World Heavyweight Championship, that goes without question. I will not settle for less, but I am being a practical man and planning to focus on making a statement. If I just tune in on the World Title then I deserve to be eliminated immediately. No, I'm going out there and focusing on one thing and one thing only, who is in the ring with me. Not who gets eliminated before I go in, and certainly not who is left to enter War. Lack of focus like that will leave me vulnerable to some unseen elimination."
Doc hops back on his thoroughbred and smiles once at the camera. "It's time to go fight. That's what I do, I fight. Be ready WCF, because this match is truly about nutting up..." With a yell and kicking his spurs into the horse, Doc rides off into the sunrise and towards an epic War to come...
It's early morning, the sun not even up yet as a lone figure sits upon a horse in the middle street. Tombstone, Arizona, even in the wee hours of the morning, you could still smell the gunpowder from over 130 years prior. The horseman stopped at the site of the famed shootout, and hopped off his horse looking around. As the man squatted, his saddle coat blew in the light breeze. Taking off his hat, we see it to be none other than Doc Henry. Doc ran his fingers through the dirt wistfully and stood, placing his hat back on his head.
As he turned the unmistakable sound of a revolver cocking froze Doc in his tracks, and he turned to see a man dressed as a cowboy from the past.
"I have you now..."
With a flash from the muzzle, and the sound of the gunshot as if it were from miles away rang out and Doc closed his eyes, his only thought, 'This is how I die?'
***************
Doc stood with his eyes shut, waiting for the pain. It didn't come, and he could only think that it was that fast he didn't feel it. Reluctant to open his eyes for fear of what afterlife lay before him, Doc waited.
Suddenly the sounds of boots thumped on the wooden walkway, accompanied by the familiar clang of spurs, oddly loud for an open street. Doc cracked one eye open and was treated to a sight he didn't expect to see. The cowboy was still standing before him, flame and smoke coming out of the barrel of his revolver as if frozen in time. The bullet, well that was hovering in a spot just a foot away from Doc, spinning at a rate of one half revolution a minute. "Well, there's something you don't see everyday..."
As he spoke the boot steps stopped and a voice rang out with an odd echo to it. "Aren't you a daisy..."
Doc turned to look at the man, dressed in a similar manner to the one frozen in front of him. "Who the hell are you, and what is going on? Am I dead?"
The stranger lit up a cigarette and blew a cloud of smoke at the Southern Rogue, "Your very much alive, for the time being. However, the choices you make from here on out determine your fate. My name should be familiar to you, as I am Doc Holliday, and I have been sent to take you on a trip."
Doc's brow furrowed and his eyes narrowed, "Riiiiiigght.... Nice costume, I didn't know the show started this early. Nice effect with the bullet though, it actually looks like time froze." Lighting up his own cigarette, Doc Henry just looked back at what he presumed to be one of the reenactors. "So, what I get some sort of VIP tour?"
'Doc Holliday simply pus his hand on Doc's shoulder, "Not exactly..." An eerie Mia began to swirl around their feet and Doc found himself unable to move. "Don't worry, you'll be just fine..." As the mist rose to block out his view sounds he hadn't heard in years came to him softly...
One stood out more clearly than the others, "Mervin, Mervin, never learnin'. One, two, three, four. Come now baby, cry a little more..."
Doc started, "I know that voice..."
"As well you should, it is your old school bully..."
"But how? That was years ago..."
"I told you, we are on a trip... Martin Hanna plays a key role. You wouldn't be where you are now without that little bully."
Doc looked at the specter and looked back to see a now muted bully taunting his young self. "I was only able to get him to stop by framing him for theft, but that was years after these events." With those words the mist swirled around the pair of travelers once again.
It was now several years later, young Doc was now a teenager. He and Martin were crouched down next to a convenience store in downtown Griffin. It was barely past 2 AM and the town slept. With a smile Martin gave Doc a rough push. "All right Henry, don't fuck this up. Go in and rob the cashier, I'll be waiting here in the car."
As the teen Doc walked into the store, 'Doc' turned to Doc, "So I'm to assume this is the event?"
Doc just nodded, "I knew the owner really well and we had planned this set up. After I left with the money, I threw it into Martin's car and ran off like a bitch. Once he was out of sight I went back inside the store where we waited on the cops. With the two of us as eye witnesses and me telling them where Martin his his revolver, they tracked him down and he ended up spending several years in prison as someone's bitch." Doc scratched his chin, "This isn't what caused me to become a wrestler however.
'Doc' smiled and the mist whirled again. They now stood inside the US Airways Center, staring at the ring. "For reasons that will be clear to you later, Doc, you needed to see that, as well as this."
Mist in the ring swirled and standing there were spectral effigies of a few individuals scheduled to be at war.
All known competitors are listed here, though this list may be editted at any time. However, this is the current list of known entrants, Nathan von Liebert, Jonny Fly, Sarah Twilight, Eric Price, Bobby Cairo, Logan, Gravedigger, Oblivion, Jordan Caliban, Adam Young, Tek, Steve Orbit, Jay Price, and Roy Speede. "All these in the ring are considered the biggest obstacles to you winning war. Most you have history with. Tell me Doc, are you going to let them run all over you like you did little Martin?"
Doc shook his head, "Of course not, none of those standing there are gonna find me a pin on the way to a win."
"Oh do tell..."
Doc slid into the ring and found himself standing in front of Adam Young, "Look, while I have some respect for the villain, let's face simple facts, I could beat him with my cock tied to my ankles. Adam is no threat, talk about the ultimate wasted potential." The effigy faded into an odd gray mist, and Doc moved on, each fading after he said his piece.
"Jordan Caliban, well, I have yet to step into the ring with this man. He seems to be the best of the current batch of rookies we have, and has even offered to put the Internet Title on the line if I were to out perform him at War. This guy has proven to be more than mouth, and I would be glad to face him at war, and even though the Internet Title shot sounds good, the new World Champ sounds better.
Tek, well what can I say about Tek. The man is a beast in the ring and we have had several good matches over the years. However, I proved two weeks straight that when it comes down to it, pinning him is no problem for me. War would be no different, and I will have no issues eliminating him as well.
Oblivion, the monster, we've been on both the same and opposite sides through the years we've been here and you could well be one of the toughest sons of bitches this company has ever seen. I don't know what his deal is anymore, but if he brings his A game, well there could be some trouble. Oblivion is a man who is hard to put down, but it can be done. Why he isn't just declared THE Hardcore Champion and the belt retired is beyond me. With the rules imposed by the current occupant of the WCF Owner's chair, this match could be considered his to lose.
Orbit, Speede and Jay Price... Three men who could be spoilers at War, and yet I have mixed history with them. Jay has been here almost as long as me, but nagging injuries have kept him from becoming the dominant force that the name South Street Menace inspires. Jay and I have been in a few battles, notably a Clockwork Orange House of Fun at Til Death Do Us Part in 2010. Jay is another one of those guys in this match who can excel at the no DQ, no count outs. Sure his injuries are going against him, but he's a very tough barve. Orbit, well, I haven't had a whole lot of time against him, but this player turned champion isn't a push over. We were supposed to have a US Title match to rival all others. Well at End of the World, I'm not sure what exactly happened, but the match wasn't as great as it should have been. Well, Steve, if we happen to meet at War, look to yourself as I will pin you and kick you out of the match as well. Of this trio, the one I have the most time against is the Spawn of Logan himself, Baby Boudle Roy Speede. I could go on and on about the matches we've had, but simply put, Roy Speede ain't worth the Charmin extra soft he wipes his butt with."
Doc smiles as the specters of those three fade as well, lighting up another cigarette Doc looks at the ones left. "Fly, Eric Price and Twilight... Holy shit, talk about a trio of people who can't lead a company. Sure fly did the best of the three, but WCF has always run better under the guidance of one person, Seth Lerch. Say what you will about the guy, but he helmed this company through both periods of great success and debilitating adversity. You three pretenders don't even qualify to be considered asswiping material in comparison. Take each other out and save us all a headache and embarrassment.
Down to the final four... NvL, our current World Champion. Defending your title in a match that has over 40 competitors, and who knows how many surprise entrants is a task that has been done by nobody. Personally Nathan, the writing is on the wall, you lose your title at War. Maybe I'll be the one to pin you and get you eliminated. Afterall I am the ones I took the Hardcore Championship from your grasp, just saying...
Gravedigger, a legend in this ring and company. Tell me, what have you left to prove? Not a damned thing. Sure you can still bring it night in and night out in this ring. It's time you ride off in the sunset before your image is tarnished and you become another one of those sad cases of guys who cannot let go. Maybe that is your plan though, to win the World Title one last time and retire. You've held it enough 'Digger, it's time to step aside and watch someone new be the standard bearer. Hell, I'd be happy to take you out on the way to winning War and the World Championship. People always count me out, but fail to realize that I'm that one pain in the ass that shits in the apple pie. The one, and this isn't a flattering analogy, turd you can flush. 'Digger, step away while you can still hold your head high. You and Logan are the same here two men who just need to hang it up.
Yeah, I know there is only one man who can claim the title of Mr. WCF. The one and only Logan. Everyone has been talking as to this being War XII and that seeing as Logan won Wars III, VI, and IX, it's a lock that he'll do the same as he has won every third one... Logan, the Boudle slayer, your time is up my friend. I know you and I have never seen eye to eye, and despite what people might think, you and I both know you can't beat me straight up. Take out all the matches where it hasn't been just you and me, and your left with two one on one bouts. Both of which you one due to outside help, by a couple of men who are no longer around and I dare anyone to remember their names..."
Doc looks at the last figure in the ring and circles him slowly. "Bobby, you and I have had ups and downs, been friends and enemies. Last week we settled those differences and you know I respect you. It is with that respect that I say these words... I will be the one to win, not you. How is it that a man is in the hall of fame and has only two title reigns to his name? It's quite simple, because he has proven to be so good as to not need title reigns to cement his legacy. Bobby, I say it right now, eliminating you from War would be more satisfying that anyone else out there. There are many in this match who have more accolades, by you Bobby are quite easily the biggest threat to me winning. Sure hanging in to the end of the match with you last week can be considered a highlight and something to be proud of, but you know as well as I do. It doesn't matter how well you hang in a match, it comes to being hungry and wanting that brass ring of greatness."
With the specter of Bobby Cairo fading into the mist, it grows to encapsulate the two Doc's and they fade away. In the blink of an eye they are back to the street in Tombstone. Doc finds himself once again staring at the slow spinning bullet. Looking over at the older, legendary Doc, he smiles as Holliday fades to nothing. As he turns back the bullet flies at and through him as the unknown cowboy fades to mist, and the sun begins to climb above the horizon. "What does War mean to me? Quite simply War is a chance at greatness. Win or not, the important thing is to go out there and put on a show and an effort worthy of earning greatness. The shear odds of winning War are greatly against me, I know that and I accept it. However, that doesn't mean I won't bring everything I have to the match. I do want that World Heavyweight Championship, that goes without question. I will not settle for less, but I am being a practical man and planning to focus on making a statement. If I just tune in on the World Title then I deserve to be eliminated immediately. No, I'm going out there and focusing on one thing and one thing only, who is in the ring with me. Not who gets eliminated before I go in, and certainly not who is left to enter War. Lack of focus like that will leave me vulnerable to some unseen elimination."
Doc hops back on his thoroughbred and smiles once at the camera. "It's time to go fight. That's what I do, I fight. Be ready WCF, because this match is truly about nutting up..." With a yell and kicking his spurs into the horse, Doc rides off into the sunrise and towards an epic War to come...
