Post by Doc Henry on Sept 28, 2014 12:00:08 GMT -5
"Timekeeper..."
Indeed the Timekeeper sits upon his 'throne', an Esheresque clock which is actually spinning, the hands actually bending and changing length as they spin. "Doc, I trusted you to keep the Bell safe... Tell me why I shouldn't make you my time bitch."
"Well, for one, I never asked you, and you never told me the Bell was hidden in my home. Not to mention, yer the one who looks like someone's bitch at the moment..."
The Timekeeper stands and steps up to Doc, "Your lack of respect for beings well beyond your feeble existence is getting on my last nerve... You could at least be as helpful as Johnny has."
Doc simply pulls out a cigarette, "Well TK, you only have his services because yer hangin' his time crimes over his head. You only dragged me into this, it seems, to keep him under yer thumb. I've noticed since you started really meddlin' with me and Reb, our careers have suffered. If'n you think I'ma let that slide, you got another thing comin' my friend..."
The Timekeeper's anger is now visible, as people rarely of ever talk to him like this. It's as if his hold is vanishing because of the Bell being stolen. "Maybe you need to be taught a lesson. Perhaps you should be given a task to suit my plans to get the Bell back..."
Doc poked his finger into the Timekeepers chest, "This is what I'm talkin' about. War is in just a few short hours, and instead of preparin', I'm here in your cuckoo clock from hell. You really need to man up and get yer mother fuckin' bell back. I thought you were some big badass in the whole time game..."
The Timekeeper grabs Doc's hand and removes it from his chest, "I've had enough of your insolence today Mervin. Don't worry, you won't miss War, however you may well be exhausted after this little mission. Consider it training, since you claim I'm ruining your careers..."
The Timekeeper grins as the air begins to ripple, but nothing happens. A puzzled look crosses his face as Doc looks around. "Ummm, so what's the trainin' then? Clock repair?"
Timekeeper this time grabs Doc's lapel, "I guess I'll just have to take you there myself..." Again, the air starts to ripple, but dies out like a car that won't start. "What the hell?"
Doc looks around, and shrugs at the Timekeeper, "Hey, it was only a matter of time man, yer how old? Everyone eventually has performance issues. You know they make all kinds of medicine these days..."
The Timekeeper looks at Doc, "I am NOT having performance issues!!!"
"If'n you say so skippy..." Doc just smiles, and checks his watch. "I have some contacts at Pfizer, maybe they can come up with somethin', call it Timeagra. You know, for when yer ability to the send people tumblin' through the time space continuum is not as firm as it used to be..."
The Timekeeper now looks like he is about to explode in furious wrath. "No look..."
Doc holds his hand up in a domineering fashion, "Look, you need to calm yer ass down. Seein' as how yer havin' issues, just get me back to Phoenix. O have a match to win."
The Timekeeper simply nods, he is going to have to look into this further... Maybe employ one of his various 'violators'. Concentrating hard, the Timekeeper place a hand on Doc's shoulder and the air ripples as Doc is sent back to War...
***************
A few hours until WAR, Doc's locker room in the US Airways Center
Doc is sitting reading the Sunday Funnies, as Mary lays on his lap. "It's almost here dear. Your sixth time through War. You started hot, but the last couple were disappointing."
Doc nodded, "Yeah, I don't know exactly what happened in those, but I'm not going to dwell on those performances. This year at War, I'm bringin' my cerebral superiority to bear. This is more than just an ass kickin' fiesta. Think of it like a giant game of chess, only instead of a two sided contest, there is 30 crazy bastards, myself included, all moving pawns and risking queens."
Mary rolls onto her side and looks up at Doc, "Well, it's going to be one long match if your drawn first."
Doc set the paper down and just shrugged, "I'm not gonna worry about that though. As much as I want to win War, and as much as I am gonna be positionin' myself to win, I have a few other goals in mind. There are a few guys in this match that if I get the chance to eliminate them, I will do it, even at the expense of losin' War. Take the Godfather himself. Now Bobby Cairo and I have been both friends and enemies, and you know as well as I do how much I respect the man. Hell, we even share a predilection for 'smashin' poon' as he calls it. Bobby is a legend in the ring, and the last few times him and I went at it, things just weren't handled honorably enough. This is a way for me to rectumfy this."
"Rectum?"
"Damn near killed 'em too..." Mary winces as she realized she walked right into that one as Doc continues. "Corey Black is another that comes to mind, since it doesn't look like ol' Adam Young is gonna be here to pin him out of the Match, I might as well... Hell, we had quite the battles there at one point, and if it takes eliminatin' him to get a pinfall, then so be it..."
Doc leans back against the wall and lights up a cigarette, "As for that other feather in my so called cap, I noticed Torture is in this match once again. Talk about legend, this is the guy that should be Mr. WCF. Of all the big names in this company, Torture is the one man I have never faced one on one. It's an itch I need to scratch. See, he seems to be under some impression that I care for vindication for him taking that cheep tin of a GWC World title off Reb. Sure GWC is where I got my start, but that was the most corrupt and overrated promotion. It was nothing more than a place for Danny Vice to stroke his ego and cover himself in his own corpulence...
When I came to the WCF over six years ago, Torture was the one guy I saw that I respected instantly. His was the one I wanted my career to emulate. Torture is one of those guys who no matter if'n you love or hate him, you respect him. Time and again he has shown himself to be the pinnacle of this company, he see's what he wants and he goes and gets it, and it doesn't matter who or what gets in his way. Well, Torture, your in my way. I want that title shot, and I will pin you. Even if'n I don't walk out of War with a chance at the World Title, I will have sent a message. I will have pinned the one man remaining on my bucket list. Sure I bet your asking, 'Isn't Black on there too?' and the answer is no, pinning Corey would be cathartic because of our feud we had, but it's not some big milestone for me. I won't be going home despondent if that doesn't happen, but you Torture, you are that itch, that one thing I have wanted to get past, and for some reason we have never been across from just each other... Maybe, just maybe when I pin you tonight, I'll get that match..."
Doc's eyes roll back in his head as it becomes apparent Mary is no longer listening. Doc stands, pulling Mary up with him and they usher the intruding cameraman out of the locker room...
Indeed the Timekeeper sits upon his 'throne', an Esheresque clock which is actually spinning, the hands actually bending and changing length as they spin. "Doc, I trusted you to keep the Bell safe... Tell me why I shouldn't make you my time bitch."
"Well, for one, I never asked you, and you never told me the Bell was hidden in my home. Not to mention, yer the one who looks like someone's bitch at the moment..."
The Timekeeper stands and steps up to Doc, "Your lack of respect for beings well beyond your feeble existence is getting on my last nerve... You could at least be as helpful as Johnny has."
Doc simply pulls out a cigarette, "Well TK, you only have his services because yer hangin' his time crimes over his head. You only dragged me into this, it seems, to keep him under yer thumb. I've noticed since you started really meddlin' with me and Reb, our careers have suffered. If'n you think I'ma let that slide, you got another thing comin' my friend..."
The Timekeeper's anger is now visible, as people rarely of ever talk to him like this. It's as if his hold is vanishing because of the Bell being stolen. "Maybe you need to be taught a lesson. Perhaps you should be given a task to suit my plans to get the Bell back..."
Doc poked his finger into the Timekeepers chest, "This is what I'm talkin' about. War is in just a few short hours, and instead of preparin', I'm here in your cuckoo clock from hell. You really need to man up and get yer mother fuckin' bell back. I thought you were some big badass in the whole time game..."
The Timekeeper grabs Doc's hand and removes it from his chest, "I've had enough of your insolence today Mervin. Don't worry, you won't miss War, however you may well be exhausted after this little mission. Consider it training, since you claim I'm ruining your careers..."
The Timekeeper grins as the air begins to ripple, but nothing happens. A puzzled look crosses his face as Doc looks around. "Ummm, so what's the trainin' then? Clock repair?"
Timekeeper this time grabs Doc's lapel, "I guess I'll just have to take you there myself..." Again, the air starts to ripple, but dies out like a car that won't start. "What the hell?"
Doc looks around, and shrugs at the Timekeeper, "Hey, it was only a matter of time man, yer how old? Everyone eventually has performance issues. You know they make all kinds of medicine these days..."
The Timekeeper looks at Doc, "I am NOT having performance issues!!!"
"If'n you say so skippy..." Doc just smiles, and checks his watch. "I have some contacts at Pfizer, maybe they can come up with somethin', call it Timeagra. You know, for when yer ability to the send people tumblin' through the time space continuum is not as firm as it used to be..."
The Timekeeper now looks like he is about to explode in furious wrath. "No look..."
Doc holds his hand up in a domineering fashion, "Look, you need to calm yer ass down. Seein' as how yer havin' issues, just get me back to Phoenix. O have a match to win."
The Timekeeper simply nods, he is going to have to look into this further... Maybe employ one of his various 'violators'. Concentrating hard, the Timekeeper place a hand on Doc's shoulder and the air ripples as Doc is sent back to War...
***************
A few hours until WAR, Doc's locker room in the US Airways Center
Doc is sitting reading the Sunday Funnies, as Mary lays on his lap. "It's almost here dear. Your sixth time through War. You started hot, but the last couple were disappointing."
Doc nodded, "Yeah, I don't know exactly what happened in those, but I'm not going to dwell on those performances. This year at War, I'm bringin' my cerebral superiority to bear. This is more than just an ass kickin' fiesta. Think of it like a giant game of chess, only instead of a two sided contest, there is 30 crazy bastards, myself included, all moving pawns and risking queens."
Mary rolls onto her side and looks up at Doc, "Well, it's going to be one long match if your drawn first."
Doc set the paper down and just shrugged, "I'm not gonna worry about that though. As much as I want to win War, and as much as I am gonna be positionin' myself to win, I have a few other goals in mind. There are a few guys in this match that if I get the chance to eliminate them, I will do it, even at the expense of losin' War. Take the Godfather himself. Now Bobby Cairo and I have been both friends and enemies, and you know as well as I do how much I respect the man. Hell, we even share a predilection for 'smashin' poon' as he calls it. Bobby is a legend in the ring, and the last few times him and I went at it, things just weren't handled honorably enough. This is a way for me to rectumfy this."
"Rectum?"
"Damn near killed 'em too..." Mary winces as she realized she walked right into that one as Doc continues. "Corey Black is another that comes to mind, since it doesn't look like ol' Adam Young is gonna be here to pin him out of the Match, I might as well... Hell, we had quite the battles there at one point, and if it takes eliminatin' him to get a pinfall, then so be it..."
Doc leans back against the wall and lights up a cigarette, "As for that other feather in my so called cap, I noticed Torture is in this match once again. Talk about legend, this is the guy that should be Mr. WCF. Of all the big names in this company, Torture is the one man I have never faced one on one. It's an itch I need to scratch. See, he seems to be under some impression that I care for vindication for him taking that cheep tin of a GWC World title off Reb. Sure GWC is where I got my start, but that was the most corrupt and overrated promotion. It was nothing more than a place for Danny Vice to stroke his ego and cover himself in his own corpulence...
When I came to the WCF over six years ago, Torture was the one guy I saw that I respected instantly. His was the one I wanted my career to emulate. Torture is one of those guys who no matter if'n you love or hate him, you respect him. Time and again he has shown himself to be the pinnacle of this company, he see's what he wants and he goes and gets it, and it doesn't matter who or what gets in his way. Well, Torture, your in my way. I want that title shot, and I will pin you. Even if'n I don't walk out of War with a chance at the World Title, I will have sent a message. I will have pinned the one man remaining on my bucket list. Sure I bet your asking, 'Isn't Black on there too?' and the answer is no, pinning Corey would be cathartic because of our feud we had, but it's not some big milestone for me. I won't be going home despondent if that doesn't happen, but you Torture, you are that itch, that one thing I have wanted to get past, and for some reason we have never been across from just each other... Maybe, just maybe when I pin you tonight, I'll get that match..."
Doc's eyes roll back in his head as it becomes apparent Mary is no longer listening. Doc stands, pulling Mary up with him and they usher the intruding cameraman out of the locker room...
