Post by Doc Henry on Nov 13, 2015 12:05:13 GMT -5
Sunday 8 November, 11:55 PM
Doc exits the shower and wraps a towel around his waist. "Once again I proved my doubters wrong Master. Everyone said that me and Adam Young stood no chance. Well, look who's still standing, me Doc the Cock."
As Doc leans into his locker to begin to dress, Master Ryushi yanks the towel off and snaps it across Doc's butt cheek leaving a red welt...
"You mother fuc..."
Doc is stopped mid-curse as he turns around and feel's the breeze of another snap just missing his assets...
"Next time I won't miss." Master Ryushi tosses the towel back at Doc and sits down, "You still have much to learn, if proving doubters wrong is your motivation."
"That's not my motivation, it's a happy byproduct. Are you saying I can't take just a little pleasure in that?"
"If it takes your eyes off your goal, yes."
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Tuesday 10 November, 2:35 PM
Doc's Home Office
Doc was sitting at his desk, feet up with a notepad studying his computer. Every few minutes he'd scribble and rewind the footage. "Interesting... I wonder if'n he even knows that little pattern..."
The camera pans around and we see Doc is intently scouring footage of his XIII opponent, Torture...
Doc stops the video playback, "I finally get a match against the ultimate dodger. Sadly it's not because of Lerch or whoever is making the decisions right now in the WCF. No for this I have to thank a man I hate. Corey Black.
It's no secret that the two of us don't like each other. To be honest one would question his motivations in booking me against the reigning Hardcore Champion at an event known for it's violence and career shortening matches... Could it be that he thinks this will finally get me out of the Dub? Who knows really, and frankly I don't really give a shit. This is an opportunity you don't pass up."
Doc lowers his feet and turns his chair to face his 'trophy wall'. "I have collected quite the collection over the last few years. Hopefully enough to have been considered influential on the company as well as the business.
One thing is for certain though, the man I face has done just that. Still, he's not done yet. Torture is one of the three big names one thinks of in the WCF. Just ask anyone out there and they will mention him beside the likes of Logan, and Bobby Cairo as the greatest to grace a WCF ring. He deserves, and earned his slot in the Hall of Fame. Sure, everyone out there knows that he is the boss's golden boy. Seth rarely books him, and when he does... Well, it's usually to protect him.
Not that he needs it, Torture would be successful even without the constant felating by Seth Lerch. It's a love hate relationship...
Still though, with all the accolades, the victories, is he really happy? I don't think he is, the man has a hole right through the center of him. I don't know if it is because of the loss of his family, or because of other reasons, but the big, bad, great Torture will just keep coming at me hard. He won't stop, this is what he lives for. Glory, Titles, and being THE name in the WCF.
Sadly the great and powerful Torture has been reduced to a shell of what he once was. He's hanging on tighter and tighter each day to the last vestiges of what made him the man, the myth, the legend..."
Doc stood and walked around to sit on the front of his desk, "The tale of Torture isn't a common one, but in our business it surprisingly is. A guy blessed with talent, charisma and that special X-factor to make him a huge star. Then time and ego takes it's toll. Don't fear for him though, Torture will be just fine. CoolWear Inc. will keep him nice and fat...
Want further proof that Torture isn't the man he was? That he is stuck in the past? Just look at the company he keeps. No, I'm not talking about Price, that guy is a mess in his own right, daddy issues and all.
No I'm talking about Daniels, Avery, and Tank. All three former WCF stars, all now retired, and conveniently all three men once feuded with... Me.
Maybe it's a coincidence, and maybe it isn't. The simple fact is these men are filling a spot in Torture's life. There is nothing wrong with this, I won't call a man's friendships into question. I'm sure they are all good friends and keep a constant steady influence. Unlike his current partner.
Jay Price is a man I will have to look out for. He's attached his star to that of a legend in hopes of becoming one himself. Therein lies one of the dangers of facing a man like Torture, the company he keeps. Always someone or a group of someone's who are fully capable of big things themselves. Sooner rather than later, at least in Price's case, his hunger will overcome any allegiance to Torture. When you attract people like him, that is the sort of thing that will occur..."
The Door to Doc's office flew open as Master Ryushi came barreling in, "Your wife, I think it's time..."
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Tuesday 10 November 11:38 PM
Spalding Regional Hospital Maternity Ward, Griffin, GA
Doc and Master Ryushi are waiting outside near the nurses station. "Well Master, looks like it was a false alarm this time. Guess it's back to the house and get some sleep..."
"Don't worry, the child will come when he is ready..."
Mary emerged from her room, pushed in a chair by a nurse, "And not soon enough..."
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Wednesday 11 November 4:55 AM
Doc is standing in his kitchen, a cup of coffee in his hand. "Torture, Torture, Torture... For the past couple of years, I just wanted a match against you. Of all the legends in this company, you were the itch I most wanted to scratch but could never reach. Sadly that itch became a rash, that rash an infection, that infection led to a raging fever. This fever wasn't helped by you, Torture, the King of Dodging. It's not been just me though, you have a panache for this sort of thing. Call it what you will, and say what you want. Everyone knows it's not like you claim, only fighting those you deem worthy. Torture, your protecting. Protecting your career and legacy, something I do admire, and once tried to emulate. Funny how that works though..."
Doc poured himself a second cup, and sat at the bar. "Only once have I been in a match against this stalwart of the company, way back on The 14th of September 2009. I hadn't been with the WCF but for a few months at that time. It started as an ordinary night in Memphis, Slam I believe. The match was a good ol' staple here, a six man tag. Me, Johnny Reb, and Mikami took out Torture, Havic and Death. Now granted we pinned Havoc with a boot each on his chest, it was still a notch in the W column for me and a L for the great Torture.
Since then, any time I tried, begged, cajoled or threatened for a match against Torture, the only response I got was the sound of one hand clapping." Doc took a big sip of his coffee, and decided that it wasn't enough, topping off the mug with some 'shine. "The sad part of this whole story, I finally get my shot when he is on the downslide. I know this, because Torture is grasping at straws to stay relevant. Not that being the Hardcore Champion would do that in and of itself. Ask yourself why, why would a legend and Hall of Famer feel that being a successful Hardcore Champion isn't enough to stay relevant.
I can tell you why, there is something coming, and it is looming on the horizon. Think hard Torture, think real hard. Let your ego go and think... You've been set up, and the only thing next is the fall. You bastardized the Hardcore Championship by trying to make it more than it is. That is why you call yourself the World Heavyweight Hardcore Champion. Trying to make a title of your own, carve out a new little niche? Start a new division?
That seems familiar to me, like I've seen it somewhere befo.... Oh, right... Torture, you took a page from my own little playbook. I don't know whether to be offended or flattered. You see there Torture, ol' buddy. I had the approval of Lerch, I created a fresh new belt, and had rules set up to govern the matches. Matches I actually defended the title in, oddly enough while emulating you to a bit, by hedging the odds in my own favor. Now, you doing this means there are only two real explanations, one being that your star is fading. The orbit of your career is degrading. Your falling back to earth, and will burn up upon reentry. OR. You see, but don't want to admit it, that I am on the cusp, right there on the edge of greatness. Where I emulated you in the past, now it's come full circle, and you see it noble enough to emulate me. The Southern Rogue, the real man who carried the New Confederacy, Doc 'the Cock' Henry. I've felt it myself, that cusp, I'm standing at the edge of glory, and all I need is just a little..... Push...
See, that is where you come in, because it is not just one of those explanations, but both. You see, we are both on the edge Torture, your on the edge of the chasm that is the end of your career, while I am just a cunt hair away from my own greatness. That is why you fear me. That is why you have dodged matches with me since all the way back in 2009. You knew then, what it has taken me awhile now to realize. My victory over you signals two things, my rightful place in the main event and World Title picture, and your fall from the top of the heap. There was a man once, from the Carolina's who claimed that to be the man, you have to beat the man. Well Torture, come Friday night, at XIII, destiny awaits. It has been a long time coming, and no amount of friends or partners will stop the fall of the Man. Made. God..."
Doc stands to leave the kitchen, placing his mug in the sink. "Take my advice, your better off not showing. At least then, you can keep your dignity and pride intact behind the facade that I am not worthy of facing. When the reality of it is, your the one not worthy of facing me. Maybe you once were several years ago, but not now. No, now your the old dog, long in the tooth. You know what we do to the old dogs around here? We put them down, so they don't suffer the indignity, the embarrassment, and the ravages of old age..." Doc stands holding the door open, "Benedicat et custodiat te Deus in virtutibus." The door shuts behind Doc as he heads for his gym...
Doc exits the shower and wraps a towel around his waist. "Once again I proved my doubters wrong Master. Everyone said that me and Adam Young stood no chance. Well, look who's still standing, me Doc the Cock."
As Doc leans into his locker to begin to dress, Master Ryushi yanks the towel off and snaps it across Doc's butt cheek leaving a red welt...
"You mother fuc..."
Doc is stopped mid-curse as he turns around and feel's the breeze of another snap just missing his assets...
"Next time I won't miss." Master Ryushi tosses the towel back at Doc and sits down, "You still have much to learn, if proving doubters wrong is your motivation."
"That's not my motivation, it's a happy byproduct. Are you saying I can't take just a little pleasure in that?"
"If it takes your eyes off your goal, yes."
***************
Tuesday 10 November, 2:35 PM
Doc's Home Office
Doc was sitting at his desk, feet up with a notepad studying his computer. Every few minutes he'd scribble and rewind the footage. "Interesting... I wonder if'n he even knows that little pattern..."
The camera pans around and we see Doc is intently scouring footage of his XIII opponent, Torture...
Doc stops the video playback, "I finally get a match against the ultimate dodger. Sadly it's not because of Lerch or whoever is making the decisions right now in the WCF. No for this I have to thank a man I hate. Corey Black.
It's no secret that the two of us don't like each other. To be honest one would question his motivations in booking me against the reigning Hardcore Champion at an event known for it's violence and career shortening matches... Could it be that he thinks this will finally get me out of the Dub? Who knows really, and frankly I don't really give a shit. This is an opportunity you don't pass up."
Doc lowers his feet and turns his chair to face his 'trophy wall'. "I have collected quite the collection over the last few years. Hopefully enough to have been considered influential on the company as well as the business.
One thing is for certain though, the man I face has done just that. Still, he's not done yet. Torture is one of the three big names one thinks of in the WCF. Just ask anyone out there and they will mention him beside the likes of Logan, and Bobby Cairo as the greatest to grace a WCF ring. He deserves, and earned his slot in the Hall of Fame. Sure, everyone out there knows that he is the boss's golden boy. Seth rarely books him, and when he does... Well, it's usually to protect him.
Not that he needs it, Torture would be successful even without the constant felating by Seth Lerch. It's a love hate relationship...
Still though, with all the accolades, the victories, is he really happy? I don't think he is, the man has a hole right through the center of him. I don't know if it is because of the loss of his family, or because of other reasons, but the big, bad, great Torture will just keep coming at me hard. He won't stop, this is what he lives for. Glory, Titles, and being THE name in the WCF.
Sadly the great and powerful Torture has been reduced to a shell of what he once was. He's hanging on tighter and tighter each day to the last vestiges of what made him the man, the myth, the legend..."
Doc stood and walked around to sit on the front of his desk, "The tale of Torture isn't a common one, but in our business it surprisingly is. A guy blessed with talent, charisma and that special X-factor to make him a huge star. Then time and ego takes it's toll. Don't fear for him though, Torture will be just fine. CoolWear Inc. will keep him nice and fat...
Want further proof that Torture isn't the man he was? That he is stuck in the past? Just look at the company he keeps. No, I'm not talking about Price, that guy is a mess in his own right, daddy issues and all.
No I'm talking about Daniels, Avery, and Tank. All three former WCF stars, all now retired, and conveniently all three men once feuded with... Me.
Maybe it's a coincidence, and maybe it isn't. The simple fact is these men are filling a spot in Torture's life. There is nothing wrong with this, I won't call a man's friendships into question. I'm sure they are all good friends and keep a constant steady influence. Unlike his current partner.
Jay Price is a man I will have to look out for. He's attached his star to that of a legend in hopes of becoming one himself. Therein lies one of the dangers of facing a man like Torture, the company he keeps. Always someone or a group of someone's who are fully capable of big things themselves. Sooner rather than later, at least in Price's case, his hunger will overcome any allegiance to Torture. When you attract people like him, that is the sort of thing that will occur..."
The Door to Doc's office flew open as Master Ryushi came barreling in, "Your wife, I think it's time..."
***************
Tuesday 10 November 11:38 PM
Spalding Regional Hospital Maternity Ward, Griffin, GA
Doc and Master Ryushi are waiting outside near the nurses station. "Well Master, looks like it was a false alarm this time. Guess it's back to the house and get some sleep..."
"Don't worry, the child will come when he is ready..."
Mary emerged from her room, pushed in a chair by a nurse, "And not soon enough..."
***************
Wednesday 11 November 4:55 AM
Doc is standing in his kitchen, a cup of coffee in his hand. "Torture, Torture, Torture... For the past couple of years, I just wanted a match against you. Of all the legends in this company, you were the itch I most wanted to scratch but could never reach. Sadly that itch became a rash, that rash an infection, that infection led to a raging fever. This fever wasn't helped by you, Torture, the King of Dodging. It's not been just me though, you have a panache for this sort of thing. Call it what you will, and say what you want. Everyone knows it's not like you claim, only fighting those you deem worthy. Torture, your protecting. Protecting your career and legacy, something I do admire, and once tried to emulate. Funny how that works though..."
Doc poured himself a second cup, and sat at the bar. "Only once have I been in a match against this stalwart of the company, way back on The 14th of September 2009. I hadn't been with the WCF but for a few months at that time. It started as an ordinary night in Memphis, Slam I believe. The match was a good ol' staple here, a six man tag. Me, Johnny Reb, and Mikami took out Torture, Havic and Death. Now granted we pinned Havoc with a boot each on his chest, it was still a notch in the W column for me and a L for the great Torture.
Since then, any time I tried, begged, cajoled or threatened for a match against Torture, the only response I got was the sound of one hand clapping." Doc took a big sip of his coffee, and decided that it wasn't enough, topping off the mug with some 'shine. "The sad part of this whole story, I finally get my shot when he is on the downslide. I know this, because Torture is grasping at straws to stay relevant. Not that being the Hardcore Champion would do that in and of itself. Ask yourself why, why would a legend and Hall of Famer feel that being a successful Hardcore Champion isn't enough to stay relevant.
I can tell you why, there is something coming, and it is looming on the horizon. Think hard Torture, think real hard. Let your ego go and think... You've been set up, and the only thing next is the fall. You bastardized the Hardcore Championship by trying to make it more than it is. That is why you call yourself the World Heavyweight Hardcore Champion. Trying to make a title of your own, carve out a new little niche? Start a new division?
That seems familiar to me, like I've seen it somewhere befo.... Oh, right... Torture, you took a page from my own little playbook. I don't know whether to be offended or flattered. You see there Torture, ol' buddy. I had the approval of Lerch, I created a fresh new belt, and had rules set up to govern the matches. Matches I actually defended the title in, oddly enough while emulating you to a bit, by hedging the odds in my own favor. Now, you doing this means there are only two real explanations, one being that your star is fading. The orbit of your career is degrading. Your falling back to earth, and will burn up upon reentry. OR. You see, but don't want to admit it, that I am on the cusp, right there on the edge of greatness. Where I emulated you in the past, now it's come full circle, and you see it noble enough to emulate me. The Southern Rogue, the real man who carried the New Confederacy, Doc 'the Cock' Henry. I've felt it myself, that cusp, I'm standing at the edge of glory, and all I need is just a little..... Push...
See, that is where you come in, because it is not just one of those explanations, but both. You see, we are both on the edge Torture, your on the edge of the chasm that is the end of your career, while I am just a cunt hair away from my own greatness. That is why you fear me. That is why you have dodged matches with me since all the way back in 2009. You knew then, what it has taken me awhile now to realize. My victory over you signals two things, my rightful place in the main event and World Title picture, and your fall from the top of the heap. There was a man once, from the Carolina's who claimed that to be the man, you have to beat the man. Well Torture, come Friday night, at XIII, destiny awaits. It has been a long time coming, and no amount of friends or partners will stop the fall of the Man. Made. God..."
Doc stands to leave the kitchen, placing his mug in the sink. "Take my advice, your better off not showing. At least then, you can keep your dignity and pride intact behind the facade that I am not worthy of facing. When the reality of it is, your the one not worthy of facing me. Maybe you once were several years ago, but not now. No, now your the old dog, long in the tooth. You know what we do to the old dogs around here? We put them down, so they don't suffer the indignity, the embarrassment, and the ravages of old age..." Doc stands holding the door open, "Benedicat et custodiat te Deus in virtutibus." The door shuts behind Doc as he heads for his gym...
