Post by Doc Henry on Jan 29, 2016 18:41:41 GMT -5
Slam, after the show, trainer's room.
Doc is laying on the trainer's table, ice pack on his neck and his ribs wrapped.
"Well, Doc, your banged up pretty good, but in a few days you'll be fine... There will even be a few nice bruises...
Doc just smiled, silently chuckling, "Yeah, I figured it wasn't that bad... Reb and I once fell off the 'Tron together. This beat down felt like a tickle fight by comparison..."
"Good lord I remember that fall, we thought you two killed each other. It's a flat out miracle your not six feet under, let alone kept going..."
Doc shrugged as the trainer left the room. Sitting up, he reached for his gear bag and change of clothes. At least the backstage crew was considerate enough to bring his belongings to him. Doc proceeded to change and groaned a bit as he was still a little stiff...
***************
Wednesday, 27 January 2016, Mid morning, Griffin Georgia.
Doc is sitting at a picnic table in Airport Park, Mary and the twins are on the ground on a spread blanket, playing and giggling. This had become a bit of a routine for the Henry family these last few months as they would come early to play as Doc's Gulfstream was fueled and readied on the Tarmac. Today they were joined by an old friend in town for who knows what reason.
"Wow Doc, to think you and Mary would have made such a cute couple, let alone having kids... I thought for sure this business would have chewed you up and spit you out.
Doc just shrugged, "Well, Dixie, you could say we were lucky. I still think you and Johnny would have made a lasting couple..."
Dixie Pride just hung her head, "What can I say hon, I was in a very bad place, and did things I'm not proud of..."
Doc rested his hand on her shoulder reassuringly, "Don't fret too much, if'n you really want to, and put forth the effort, you can change things for the better. The past is the past, and cannot change, but the future is always in motion, and the choices we make today can bring big change later..."
"I doubt he'd ever want to speak to me again, let alone rekindle any flames there might have been."
"Dixie, you'll never know if you go through life too afraid to find out. At least reach out, attempt to bury the hatchet. One thing I've learned, is that Karma exists, and it can be the proverbial bitch. Bare minimum, you'll have made the effort and can lay that burden down. If'n it is reciprocated is beyond your control. Look to your own soul and salvation dear, it could be the thing that sets you free..."
Doc reached into his pocket and pulled out a card. It had just two things on it, a phone number, and some weird symbol Doc didn't pretend to try and understand, "I don't know how to get in touch with him anymore as the new Timekeeper, but this is how I get messages through... Chuy seems to be able to reach him..."
Dixie took the card from Doc and gave him a hug, "I'll do that... It was good seeing you again, go win that match and enjoy your family..."
Waving towards Mary, Dixie makes her way to her corvette and drives away. Doc is about to join his wife and kids when Master Ryushi drives up in Doc's custom golf cart. "A thousand pardons, but the pilot wanted to let me know that they are ready."
Doc nodded, and made his way to the family. "Well, it's time dear. Master Ryushi's on his way home. I'll ring you when we land..."
***************
Somewhere over the Pacific...
Doc and Master Ryushi are reclined back in plush leather chairs fast asleep. 11 hours into a 16 hour flight, and they still have a ways to go before they reach Shanghai, China...
As the plane cruises along above commercial air traffic, Doc's eyes slowly open. Stretching, he sits up and looks around, before standing and heading for the back of the plane. Entering the small lavatory, he doesn't bother to shut the door and we are treated to the sound of a mighty stream hitting the toilet as Doc takes a piss.
One... Two... And three... Oops, can't forget the follow up jiggle...
A shirt stop at the sink as he washes up, and Doc makes his way back to his seat...
"Hard to think, in just a few short days things will be completely different...
Who would've thought. Six and a half years after I first signed with the WCF, and I'm on my way out. Not through injury or being forced, but by my own choice. I tried to think the other day, and I really couldn't figure out just how hard this transition would be. I've spent most of my adult life a traveling vagabond, putting my body on the line night after night for the fans. I once questioned myself after that stint in the GWC. Why, why must you do this to yourself... And for what?
I guess I can thank Reb for that, if'n it wasn't for my brother, well I would never have become who I am today. I am a 12 time champion, and one half of the greatest tag team to come bursting through the doors here. To top it all off, I have achieved a feat that no one else in the world, let alone the WCF has. I not only took Torture to his limits and made him put forth more effort than he was used to, I ate his finisher and asked for seconds...
Don't get me wrong though, that maneuver is completely devastating, and I think any good shot afterwards would have put me down, but good ol' Tort made sure I stayed that way for the three count with a second Torture's Device. That one, that second one was brutal.
Someone asked me the other day if'n I was bummed because I never captured the World Heavyweight Championship... Well, I can't be too bummed, because the only time I ever fought for it, was in a War match. Even after all the money I threw his way to keep the WCF going after Gravedigger shut us down, Lerch refused to ever give me a legitimate title shot...
After his little announcement I now know why, the less than a year I spent at GWC. I don't know what kind of fucked up 'hide the salami' games he and Brad Kane used to have that causes there to be animosity and I frankly just don't care. My time at GWC is hardly worth even caring about to be honest. So to start shouting it from the mountain tops like Lerch did, strutting around trying to prove he is the cock of the walk, and better. Well, Lerchypoo, I have some news everyone else in the world already knows...
You did win, the WCF is miles better than GWC ever was. Now, once again, you feel the need to flop out and stroke your peen and say your redneck is better than any redneck to ever come from GWC...
Well, nothing against Adam, but... Johnny Reb was a Three time WCF World Champion, and a Three time WCF Tag Champion. Sounds pretty successful to me, coming from the GWC as he did..."
Doc pulls a stogie out of the humidor built into the sidewall of the plane next to his chair and cut the ends, before lighting up. "Nothing like a fine rolled Cuban...
Now, for my opponent, Adam Young. The Villain, The Redneck, The Big Time Jerk, The Sick Bastard... Did I miss any??? I don't know, but the fact is as much as I don't personally like the guy, I wasn't the least bit disappointed. Some people laugh him off, some people say he is the furthest from being the man in the WCF. Hell I've even hear people say you aren't an official member of the roster until you have a win over AY. And to be perfectly honest, I may have even said one or two of those in my time, hey you gotta trash talk every now and then...
Still, when it comes to guys who just don't fucking stop, Adam is just that. You have to damn near put a bullet in his skull, and I admire and appreciate that. I hope that AY brings his top game. This last match of mine will be one for the ages, as long as he brings it. So bring it you Sick Bastard! I want to end my career on a match that will be talked about for all time; doesn't mean I will just lay down though. I fully plan on winning my final match, but I'll be as pissed as a blind person looking for a restroom if'n you drop the ball."
Doc puffs away in silence for a while, then looks at the camera, blatantly breaking the sacred fourth wall. "Hey Adam, what say we blow the roof off the place, and not just by sheer awesomeness. I say we give the fans a match so orgasmic in pure unadulterated fuck all, that every man woman and child experience an orgasm so powerful they see God. Then as I lay down and pin you for the 1-2-3, they all reach climax and the combined ejaculations toss that bitch into the stratosphere...."
In western lands beneath the Sun
The flowers may rise in Spring,
The trees may bud, the waters run,
The merry finches sing.
Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night,
And swaying branches bear
The Elven-stars as jewels white
Amid their branching hair.
Though here at journey's end I lie
In darkness buried deep,
Beyond all towers strong and high,
Beyond all mountains steep,
Above all shadows rides the Sun
And Stars for ever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done,
Nor bid the Stars farewell.
JRR Tolkien
Doc is laying on the trainer's table, ice pack on his neck and his ribs wrapped.
"Well, Doc, your banged up pretty good, but in a few days you'll be fine... There will even be a few nice bruises...
Doc just smiled, silently chuckling, "Yeah, I figured it wasn't that bad... Reb and I once fell off the 'Tron together. This beat down felt like a tickle fight by comparison..."
"Good lord I remember that fall, we thought you two killed each other. It's a flat out miracle your not six feet under, let alone kept going..."
Doc shrugged as the trainer left the room. Sitting up, he reached for his gear bag and change of clothes. At least the backstage crew was considerate enough to bring his belongings to him. Doc proceeded to change and groaned a bit as he was still a little stiff...
***************
Wednesday, 27 January 2016, Mid morning, Griffin Georgia.
Doc is sitting at a picnic table in Airport Park, Mary and the twins are on the ground on a spread blanket, playing and giggling. This had become a bit of a routine for the Henry family these last few months as they would come early to play as Doc's Gulfstream was fueled and readied on the Tarmac. Today they were joined by an old friend in town for who knows what reason.
"Wow Doc, to think you and Mary would have made such a cute couple, let alone having kids... I thought for sure this business would have chewed you up and spit you out.
Doc just shrugged, "Well, Dixie, you could say we were lucky. I still think you and Johnny would have made a lasting couple..."
Dixie Pride just hung her head, "What can I say hon, I was in a very bad place, and did things I'm not proud of..."
Doc rested his hand on her shoulder reassuringly, "Don't fret too much, if'n you really want to, and put forth the effort, you can change things for the better. The past is the past, and cannot change, but the future is always in motion, and the choices we make today can bring big change later..."
"I doubt he'd ever want to speak to me again, let alone rekindle any flames there might have been."
"Dixie, you'll never know if you go through life too afraid to find out. At least reach out, attempt to bury the hatchet. One thing I've learned, is that Karma exists, and it can be the proverbial bitch. Bare minimum, you'll have made the effort and can lay that burden down. If'n it is reciprocated is beyond your control. Look to your own soul and salvation dear, it could be the thing that sets you free..."
Doc reached into his pocket and pulled out a card. It had just two things on it, a phone number, and some weird symbol Doc didn't pretend to try and understand, "I don't know how to get in touch with him anymore as the new Timekeeper, but this is how I get messages through... Chuy seems to be able to reach him..."
Dixie took the card from Doc and gave him a hug, "I'll do that... It was good seeing you again, go win that match and enjoy your family..."
Waving towards Mary, Dixie makes her way to her corvette and drives away. Doc is about to join his wife and kids when Master Ryushi drives up in Doc's custom golf cart. "A thousand pardons, but the pilot wanted to let me know that they are ready."
Doc nodded, and made his way to the family. "Well, it's time dear. Master Ryushi's on his way home. I'll ring you when we land..."
***************
Somewhere over the Pacific...
Doc and Master Ryushi are reclined back in plush leather chairs fast asleep. 11 hours into a 16 hour flight, and they still have a ways to go before they reach Shanghai, China...
As the plane cruises along above commercial air traffic, Doc's eyes slowly open. Stretching, he sits up and looks around, before standing and heading for the back of the plane. Entering the small lavatory, he doesn't bother to shut the door and we are treated to the sound of a mighty stream hitting the toilet as Doc takes a piss.
One... Two... And three... Oops, can't forget the follow up jiggle...
A shirt stop at the sink as he washes up, and Doc makes his way back to his seat...
"Hard to think, in just a few short days things will be completely different...
Who would've thought. Six and a half years after I first signed with the WCF, and I'm on my way out. Not through injury or being forced, but by my own choice. I tried to think the other day, and I really couldn't figure out just how hard this transition would be. I've spent most of my adult life a traveling vagabond, putting my body on the line night after night for the fans. I once questioned myself after that stint in the GWC. Why, why must you do this to yourself... And for what?
I guess I can thank Reb for that, if'n it wasn't for my brother, well I would never have become who I am today. I am a 12 time champion, and one half of the greatest tag team to come bursting through the doors here. To top it all off, I have achieved a feat that no one else in the world, let alone the WCF has. I not only took Torture to his limits and made him put forth more effort than he was used to, I ate his finisher and asked for seconds...
Don't get me wrong though, that maneuver is completely devastating, and I think any good shot afterwards would have put me down, but good ol' Tort made sure I stayed that way for the three count with a second Torture's Device. That one, that second one was brutal.
Someone asked me the other day if'n I was bummed because I never captured the World Heavyweight Championship... Well, I can't be too bummed, because the only time I ever fought for it, was in a War match. Even after all the money I threw his way to keep the WCF going after Gravedigger shut us down, Lerch refused to ever give me a legitimate title shot...
After his little announcement I now know why, the less than a year I spent at GWC. I don't know what kind of fucked up 'hide the salami' games he and Brad Kane used to have that causes there to be animosity and I frankly just don't care. My time at GWC is hardly worth even caring about to be honest. So to start shouting it from the mountain tops like Lerch did, strutting around trying to prove he is the cock of the walk, and better. Well, Lerchypoo, I have some news everyone else in the world already knows...
You did win, the WCF is miles better than GWC ever was. Now, once again, you feel the need to flop out and stroke your peen and say your redneck is better than any redneck to ever come from GWC...
Well, nothing against Adam, but... Johnny Reb was a Three time WCF World Champion, and a Three time WCF Tag Champion. Sounds pretty successful to me, coming from the GWC as he did..."
Doc pulls a stogie out of the humidor built into the sidewall of the plane next to his chair and cut the ends, before lighting up. "Nothing like a fine rolled Cuban...
Now, for my opponent, Adam Young. The Villain, The Redneck, The Big Time Jerk, The Sick Bastard... Did I miss any??? I don't know, but the fact is as much as I don't personally like the guy, I wasn't the least bit disappointed. Some people laugh him off, some people say he is the furthest from being the man in the WCF. Hell I've even hear people say you aren't an official member of the roster until you have a win over AY. And to be perfectly honest, I may have even said one or two of those in my time, hey you gotta trash talk every now and then...
Still, when it comes to guys who just don't fucking stop, Adam is just that. You have to damn near put a bullet in his skull, and I admire and appreciate that. I hope that AY brings his top game. This last match of mine will be one for the ages, as long as he brings it. So bring it you Sick Bastard! I want to end my career on a match that will be talked about for all time; doesn't mean I will just lay down though. I fully plan on winning my final match, but I'll be as pissed as a blind person looking for a restroom if'n you drop the ball."
Doc puffs away in silence for a while, then looks at the camera, blatantly breaking the sacred fourth wall. "Hey Adam, what say we blow the roof off the place, and not just by sheer awesomeness. I say we give the fans a match so orgasmic in pure unadulterated fuck all, that every man woman and child experience an orgasm so powerful they see God. Then as I lay down and pin you for the 1-2-3, they all reach climax and the combined ejaculations toss that bitch into the stratosphere...."
In western lands beneath the Sun
The flowers may rise in Spring,
The trees may bud, the waters run,
The merry finches sing.
Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night,
And swaying branches bear
The Elven-stars as jewels white
Amid their branching hair.
Though here at journey's end I lie
In darkness buried deep,
Beyond all towers strong and high,
Beyond all mountains steep,
Above all shadows rides the Sun
And Stars for ever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done,
Nor bid the Stars farewell.
JRR Tolkien
