Post by Doc Henry on Sept 27, 2014 11:26:32 GMT -5
It is a nice September afternoon, not to hot, with a nice breeze moving through the trees as Doc Henry is sitting on his porch enjoying a fine cigar and glass of Whisky. This isn't the Doc we are used to seeing as his hair is cut short and he is sporting his classic 'stache and Soul Patch, his face looking a few years younger... Laying his head back, Doc doesn't notice as Hank Brown pulls up in a shitbox 1969 Ford Pinto.
Hank exits the car causing Doc to raise his head. "Well, Mr.. Brown, what brings you to this end of the country today?"
Hank just smiles and sits in the chair across from Doc, "You know how it is Doc, I got to earn my living somehow. I came to get your thoughts about War."
Doc just smiled in that crooked gamblers way, "I'm look on' forward to it. War has been a staple of the WCF for years, and it's about time this southern gentleman made his mark. All the great names in there, and the name of Doc Henry will be added to such an esteemed list. Besides, Reb unfairly lost his title and we intend to put it back around his waist. Add in that I am the #1 contender for the US Title and there will be a Southern Reclamation..."
"Is there anyone in the match in particular your worried about?"
"Guys like Logan, Greenfever and Slickie T are always a threat in a match like this. You also have to worry about guys like the Superfans, and Ace Slaughter coming from nowhere. Then there are any number of unknowns who could really make a name. No one is a safe bet to be overlooked." Doc pauses at this point to look over at a very confused Hank. This causes him to pause for a second. "You look like someone just farted in your face..."
Hank sits for a second, "Doc, I think your a little confused... How do you plan on surviving against guys like Johnny Fly and Steve Orbit?"
Doc just shrugged as Hank takes a sip of the offered Whisky, "I'm not exactly sure who your talking about... New hires would be my guess, but I'll take them on just like anyone else. Keep my back to the ropes and look for any opportunity to to score a pinfall and thus an elimination. The saying War is Hell comes to mind... Whomever it was that coined that g hit the nail on the head..."
Doc is distracted as the sound of a bell chimes out, "I didn't know there was a clock tower so...." He stands up as the latest chime seems to slow down and drop in tone, almost as if... Yes time has slowed to a sudden stop and our Southern Rogue is now outside the constraints of time as we know it, his face and hair back to how we are familiar with it looking.
Glancing in Hank's direction, he notices the intrepid reporter's mouth is open in preparation to ask another question. A Devilish smile crosses his face as a familiar rumble stirs in his abdomen. Backing up to the seemingly frozen Hank, Doc bends forward ever so and let's rip on of the most foul, pants checking farts ever witnessed. As he laughs stepping away, he is a bit puzzled as the smell hasn't dissipated...
As he sits to try and figure out just what has happened the chime and the time continuum come back like an old record starting back up.
"Doc, Joh... Fucking hell man, did you shit in my drink???"
Doc just stares an icy dagger into Hank. He is now clean shaven and his eyes have a darkness to them that seems to absorb all around. "Hank, how dare you accuse me of such. Your drinking the Devil's own brew and I would never desecrate my own work..."
Hank is now more confused than before, "Doc, I don't mean to change the subject but, when did you shave?"
"I shaved this morning like I always do, now focus or I'm gonna feed you to my demons...
This will be my third War, and it will be the charm, so to speak. I have performed excellently in my previous two and I fully intend to win this one. Since embracing my inner power and strength, I have only become more of a threat to those who stand in opposition. With the World Championship on the line, I will be bringing even more of my evil. There is nothing stopping me from walking out War as the new World Heavyweight Champion!"
"Doc, I think your miss informed, the winner gets a World Title match. The Champion Natural Ice is in a match for the Tag Titles..."
"Now dammit Hank, you knock on the devil's door and I will head slam you through the wall. Everyone knows that Lerch Vacated the title off of Odin when he returned, which means it is anyone's to claim... Scratch that MINE to claim. Just think about it, this will be the third time I will be a dual champion. This is my third War, the only other place I've finished was third, my number is THREE sixes which is what again? Three plus three... All these threes lining up is a sign, a sign of change and my rise to power within the WCF..."
As he stands up, the mysterious clock tower rings out again. "See that Hank, it's destiny, and three..." As the third chime rings out and slows to a stop, Doc's current form and memories return.
Now he was pissed, there was someone fucking with the time lines again and he was going to get to the bottom of it, and Oblivion. Leaving Hank, Doc steps off the porch but stops in his tracks as the air becomes wavy. Without hesitation, Doc wiggles his fingers as he moves his hands up and down. "Diddley doo, Diddley doo, Diddley doo..."
The air around him begins to turn to normal and as Doc recognizes the room he is now in, a voice calls out from behind. "Doc, grow up..."
Doc turns and simply shrugs, "Timekeeper..."
TO BE CONTINUED...
Hank exits the car causing Doc to raise his head. "Well, Mr.. Brown, what brings you to this end of the country today?"
Hank just smiles and sits in the chair across from Doc, "You know how it is Doc, I got to earn my living somehow. I came to get your thoughts about War."
Doc just smiled in that crooked gamblers way, "I'm look on' forward to it. War has been a staple of the WCF for years, and it's about time this southern gentleman made his mark. All the great names in there, and the name of Doc Henry will be added to such an esteemed list. Besides, Reb unfairly lost his title and we intend to put it back around his waist. Add in that I am the #1 contender for the US Title and there will be a Southern Reclamation..."
"Is there anyone in the match in particular your worried about?"
"Guys like Logan, Greenfever and Slickie T are always a threat in a match like this. You also have to worry about guys like the Superfans, and Ace Slaughter coming from nowhere. Then there are any number of unknowns who could really make a name. No one is a safe bet to be overlooked." Doc pauses at this point to look over at a very confused Hank. This causes him to pause for a second. "You look like someone just farted in your face..."
Hank sits for a second, "Doc, I think your a little confused... How do you plan on surviving against guys like Johnny Fly and Steve Orbit?"
Doc just shrugged as Hank takes a sip of the offered Whisky, "I'm not exactly sure who your talking about... New hires would be my guess, but I'll take them on just like anyone else. Keep my back to the ropes and look for any opportunity to to score a pinfall and thus an elimination. The saying War is Hell comes to mind... Whomever it was that coined that g hit the nail on the head..."
Doc is distracted as the sound of a bell chimes out, "I didn't know there was a clock tower so...." He stands up as the latest chime seems to slow down and drop in tone, almost as if... Yes time has slowed to a sudden stop and our Southern Rogue is now outside the constraints of time as we know it, his face and hair back to how we are familiar with it looking.
Glancing in Hank's direction, he notices the intrepid reporter's mouth is open in preparation to ask another question. A Devilish smile crosses his face as a familiar rumble stirs in his abdomen. Backing up to the seemingly frozen Hank, Doc bends forward ever so and let's rip on of the most foul, pants checking farts ever witnessed. As he laughs stepping away, he is a bit puzzled as the smell hasn't dissipated...
As he sits to try and figure out just what has happened the chime and the time continuum come back like an old record starting back up.
"Doc, Joh... Fucking hell man, did you shit in my drink???"
Doc just stares an icy dagger into Hank. He is now clean shaven and his eyes have a darkness to them that seems to absorb all around. "Hank, how dare you accuse me of such. Your drinking the Devil's own brew and I would never desecrate my own work..."
Hank is now more confused than before, "Doc, I don't mean to change the subject but, when did you shave?"
"I shaved this morning like I always do, now focus or I'm gonna feed you to my demons...
This will be my third War, and it will be the charm, so to speak. I have performed excellently in my previous two and I fully intend to win this one. Since embracing my inner power and strength, I have only become more of a threat to those who stand in opposition. With the World Championship on the line, I will be bringing even more of my evil. There is nothing stopping me from walking out War as the new World Heavyweight Champion!"
"Doc, I think your miss informed, the winner gets a World Title match. The Champion Natural Ice is in a match for the Tag Titles..."
"Now dammit Hank, you knock on the devil's door and I will head slam you through the wall. Everyone knows that Lerch Vacated the title off of Odin when he returned, which means it is anyone's to claim... Scratch that MINE to claim. Just think about it, this will be the third time I will be a dual champion. This is my third War, the only other place I've finished was third, my number is THREE sixes which is what again? Three plus three... All these threes lining up is a sign, a sign of change and my rise to power within the WCF..."
As he stands up, the mysterious clock tower rings out again. "See that Hank, it's destiny, and three..." As the third chime rings out and slows to a stop, Doc's current form and memories return.
Now he was pissed, there was someone fucking with the time lines again and he was going to get to the bottom of it, and Oblivion. Leaving Hank, Doc steps off the porch but stops in his tracks as the air becomes wavy. Without hesitation, Doc wiggles his fingers as he moves his hands up and down. "Diddley doo, Diddley doo, Diddley doo..."
The air around him begins to turn to normal and as Doc recognizes the room he is now in, a voice calls out from behind. "Doc, grow up..."
Doc turns and simply shrugs, "Timekeeper..."
TO BE CONTINUED...
