Post by Doc Henry on Dec 1, 2013 14:31:39 GMT -5
The camera opens on a shot of the backstage door to the American Bank Center. A placard has been placed proclaiming WCF talent only. A cigarette is suddenly extinguishes on the sign as the camera pans back to reveal Doc Henry.
"Tonight a new chapter begins. Marco, and Jorge each want a shot at ZMac. They can have it as far as I'm concerned. Sarah said that is a worthless title in a worthless division. To me that means this match is worthless."
Doc pulls out a bottle of Ladymark Single Malt Whisky. "Take this Whisky for example, only 300 bottles are made every year, commanding a price tag of $4,700 each." Doc brakes the seal and opens the bottle. Taking a big swig, he exhales an 'ahhh' as it burns fire down to his belly. "This fine beverage is a class far beyond that my competitors will ever achieve in this life. Just like me."
Doc recaps the drink and slides it into one of the pockets of his trenchcoat. Out of the other coat pocket comes a bottle of McAdams Canadian Whisky. "Take this swill for instance. Only a meager $8 for the bottle..." Doc opens this bottle and takes a drink as well. As the fire burns, his face contorts with disgust and he turns to retch and vomit it out. "Yeah, just as I thought..."
Doc turns and throws the bottle into the door, shattering it and spraying the liquor all over. "For too long have I remained silent. Things are going to change in the WCF. The current regime has no respect for this business, the talent, and worse yet, the fans. Sure I could go out there and do as the great ThunderCunt wishes and lay down a level of violence to make an orgy worth of Satan himself, there in winning the match. Or, I could simply beat the ever loving hell out of both my opponents and have them pin each other.
The point is, if she wants to see violence then I demand better. I demand better opponents, and I demand better title shots. Marco, Jorge, take this to heart... Your just in the wrong place at the wrong time!"
Doc opens the door to the backstage and looks at the camera. "In times of darkness like we find ourselves in now, the truly righteous face that darkness by going dark themselves. I'm not talking just stooping to the same level, I'm talking getting pitch fucking black. I will always be a fighter for you the fans, and for what is still just and good. Please bear with me, as I unleash the darkness that lay deep in the hearts of all mankind for you. It's time you finally had a hero that you deserve, even if that hero isn't the one you want or desire..."
Doc smiles, his eyes burning with a flame, "Dante once said, 'The path to paradise begins in hell...'" With a mighty roar, Doc slams the Door, "NOTICE HAS BEEN GIVEN!!!"
"Tonight a new chapter begins. Marco, and Jorge each want a shot at ZMac. They can have it as far as I'm concerned. Sarah said that is a worthless title in a worthless division. To me that means this match is worthless."
Doc pulls out a bottle of Ladymark Single Malt Whisky. "Take this Whisky for example, only 300 bottles are made every year, commanding a price tag of $4,700 each." Doc brakes the seal and opens the bottle. Taking a big swig, he exhales an 'ahhh' as it burns fire down to his belly. "This fine beverage is a class far beyond that my competitors will ever achieve in this life. Just like me."
Doc recaps the drink and slides it into one of the pockets of his trenchcoat. Out of the other coat pocket comes a bottle of McAdams Canadian Whisky. "Take this swill for instance. Only a meager $8 for the bottle..." Doc opens this bottle and takes a drink as well. As the fire burns, his face contorts with disgust and he turns to retch and vomit it out. "Yeah, just as I thought..."
Doc turns and throws the bottle into the door, shattering it and spraying the liquor all over. "For too long have I remained silent. Things are going to change in the WCF. The current regime has no respect for this business, the talent, and worse yet, the fans. Sure I could go out there and do as the great ThunderCunt wishes and lay down a level of violence to make an orgy worth of Satan himself, there in winning the match. Or, I could simply beat the ever loving hell out of both my opponents and have them pin each other.
The point is, if she wants to see violence then I demand better. I demand better opponents, and I demand better title shots. Marco, Jorge, take this to heart... Your just in the wrong place at the wrong time!"
Doc opens the door to the backstage and looks at the camera. "In times of darkness like we find ourselves in now, the truly righteous face that darkness by going dark themselves. I'm not talking just stooping to the same level, I'm talking getting pitch fucking black. I will always be a fighter for you the fans, and for what is still just and good. Please bear with me, as I unleash the darkness that lay deep in the hearts of all mankind for you. It's time you finally had a hero that you deserve, even if that hero isn't the one you want or desire..."
Doc smiles, his eyes burning with a flame, "Dante once said, 'The path to paradise begins in hell...'" With a mighty roar, Doc slams the Door, "NOTICE HAS BEEN GIVEN!!!"
