Post by Doc Henry on Aug 19, 2016 14:27:48 GMT -5
Tuesday, 16th of August... Doc's back patio...
Doc is sitting in a floating lounger in his pool, glass of whisky in the cup holder and a cigarette in his mouth. Floating near him, looking decidedly uncomfortable is venerable WCF ace reporter Hank Brown.
"Doc, it was great to see you return to the WCF family and Slam. What was going through your mind during and after your unsuccessful return match?"
Doc floated a few seconds, seemingly asleep under his Ray Bans. Just as Hank looked to ask the question again, Doc puffed on the cig and took a sip of his whisky.
"Hank, that wasn't a question of your usual caliber... Did you go back to journalism school?
Anyway...
Many things were coursing through me, and it all started when the fans welcomed me back as I entered the arena. I tell you Hank, and I've tried several, but there is no product, pharmaceutical or natural that gives you a high like that. It filled me with so much joy, how the hell did I leave?"
"Well Doc, yo..."
"It doesn't matter really though, because as the match started and wore on, I went from excited to concerned to finally frustrated and confused. You see, I fell into some old ways without knowing it. I got so used to getting by on who I was and what I did, that I let that do the talking for me. I know, it sounds like a cop out, but my focus just wasn't there. Well, guess what, I'm not making that mistake again, because the next time I'm walking out with my hand in the air..."
A loud splash caused Doc and Hank to look up, to which Doc smiled. It was his wife Mary diving into the pool.
"Doc, is your wife skinny dipping with company around?"
Doc simply bust into a hearty belly laugh, "Lord no Hank, it's Topless Tuesday... Didn't you get the memo?
Hank, quite simply, me and Chaos should have won that match, even with the artist formerly known as Teo Del Sol on the other side. All my accolades aside, I am the man who kicked out of a Torture's Device. How many men have you seen do that Hank?"
"To be perfectly honest Doc, I don't recall that ever happening. Maybe in the distant past..."
Hank trailed off as Mary climbed up on an inflatable raft, the yellow thong shining wetly against her mocha skin.
"It's a beautiful sight isn't it Hank...
Kinda cool though how a woman's tits enlarge when they breastfeed..."
Doc smiled as Hank only nodded in silent approval.
"As I was saying...
There really was no excuse on Sunday why me and Chaos lost. Except for one simple factor. I shit the bed. The match was ours, we had the win in sight and I left a steaming pile of half rotten pig shit all over. What's worse, as it was a tag match, I wallowed in that mess and drug my partner for the week down with me. Let me tell you something though Hank, I learned as a young child, half rotted pig shit is a stench that doesn't just wash away. No it takes hard work and effort to scrub that foulness off..."
"So why aren't you in the gym wo..."
"Working it off? Seriously Hank? How long have you been in this business?
No, don't answer that...
The reason I'm not in the gym or working in my own ring with a trainer is quite simple. You need periods of rest and recuperation for your body. Constant work without the proper time off leads to injuries, over developed muscles with not enough power and small genitals...
Besides with the match I have coming up this next Slam, mental preparation is just as important."
Doc deftly grabbed Mary's boob as she floated by, causing her to slap it away and wag her finger playfully...
"I hate to cut this interview short Hank, but look at the time..."
Friday 19 August...
Columbus Zoo, Powell, Ohio
We catch up to our intrepid couple as they are spending the day as a family at the zoo. Mary is holding little Katherine, and Doc has little Johnny on his hip. They are at the lion enclosure watching the big cats sleep on the plane wing against the glass...
"Look Johnny, look at the big kitty cat..."
As only a nine month old can Johnny tapped on the glass giggling...
"Yeah, this guy is known as the King of the Jungle, the King of Beasts. Do you know what sound a lion makes?"
Johnny smiles at his dad and does a very cute growl/roar, causing Doc to laugh. Johnny rubs his eyes and leans his head into daddy's shoulder. Looking over at Mary, he see's her smiling as Kat is doing the same. Placing both of the kids into their side by side stroller, Doc and Mary make for the Mapori restaurant just a couple hundred feet away.
***************
Polar Bear Exhibit
Doc normally doesn't use his celebrity status for special favors very often, however, when a member of the management of the Columbus Zoo offered his family a free VIP pass, and private viewing of the new cub Nora, well that is something you don't pass up.
As they watched the little white fluffball play, Doc couldn't help but smile. The twins, well they were mesmerized...
The zoo staff member acting as their guide smiled. "Isn't Nora just adorable?"
Doc looked at the young woman and nodded, "Yeah, Kinda reminds me of Henry Spearman..."
"Oh? How so?" Doc is taken aback a bit, as she smiles, "What, my boyfriend and I watch Slam every week..."
"Well, I look at Nora here and I see parallels with Henry. Nora here is a little cub, a cute little ball of fur. Some day she will grow up to be an apex predator. But for now, she is still learning and bumbling around. Still making those little mistakes that could get her injured or killed. Granted she is here in the protective environs of the Columbus Zoo, instead of being like one of her counterparts in the wild.
Henry is in the same boat. Here we see a cub of a man, still new to the WCF, still with his virginal eyes wide open taking it all in and learning. Henry has the potential to be the apex of the superstars here, but that remains to be seen. Right now he is set up to face me and Oblivion in a triple threat match, a Menage a trois of pain as they say. Henry is eager to get out there to prove himself a capable wrestler in his own right. The problem is he is facing a man who has no compunction of killing his rookie ass. No I'm not talking about Uncle Obli. I'm talking about me, The Southern Rogue himself. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not really gonna kill him, nor am I gonna kill his career, if he is really the man we all see him becoming in the future. However Henry is not alone in being a rookie who has grown too big for his britches. I look out at the roster and see several of these rookies that need culled. They need to be metaphorically killed. Too often have we seen over time hot young stars come into the dub, they'll rise to great hights. Then that's where it all goes wrong, tell me, if you can how many of the hot young stud stars over the last couple years are still around?"
The zoo employee, Sarah, just shakes her head, "I honestly couldn't say..."
"That's the rub, dear. Almost every single one. Why do you ask, they have success, their heads and ego's get big, and they think they have nothing left to prove. That they have reached the Apex and there is nowhere else to go. Take the Beach Krew for example. Those guys coulda ran the place for years... But I don't see them around. They were so dominant, everyone tried to beat them. No one, myself included however took them behind the woodshed and flat out murdered them. I'm gonna do that to Spearman. I'm gonna beat him down, tear him apart piece by precious piece. Not like some murdering psychopath, like a surgeon, with swift and clinical precision.
One thing I will not do though, I will not build him back up. That part, that path is his. No one can build you stronger than yourself, and if Henry or any of these other snot-nosed, wet behind the ear rookies wants to be the next top dog of this crazy pound called the WCF, that is a path they have to forge themselves..."
Doc looked up as Mary started strapping the twins in. They were starting to crash, and this wasn't no quick nap. "Well, looks like we are done for the day..."
Sarah nodded and the group exited the building. They didn't go out through the public area, as Doc had scored parking in the private staff lot. "Well it sounds like you have a plan for Spearman. I don't envy him... But what about Oblivion?"
Doc shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know what to think about the monster honestly. All I've ever known him as is a sick, demented evil monster. Someone who wouldn't hesitate to feed his opponents to the Gathering. Now I look and see he's some good guy now? What the holy fuck happened is what I'd like to know.
Oblivion will always be someone to watch for in the ring, his skills and experience alone mark him as someone who cannot, under any circumstances be overlooked, and unaccounted for in the ring. I don't know what the problem with Fauxblivion is, but I'm not convinced this good guy swing is anything more than an act. I think Fauxbli needs the same treatment as all these rookies. I'll be more than happy to dish it out as well. Until I am convinced otherwise, with undeniable proof to support that Fauxblivion is now a face, I will unleash a beating on him to knock some sense back into that brain damaged head of his."
They reach the parking lot and Doc's Charger, Mary begins to load the twins and stroller. Doc waves goodbye to Sarah and turns to the camera, "This week at Slam, Spearman and Fauxblivion are gonna find out what happens when you find yourself in the wrong place at the wrong time. Look don't misunderstand what I've been saying. I like Henry, for what I've seen so far in his career. I think he could be one hell of a World Champion someday, but he is not ready yet. To me he has yet to prove himself, and I have no real reason to respect him... Yet.
Henry, you want respect? You want to be taken seriously, then fucking bring it. Bring everything you have, but it won't be enough. I'm gonna take you and kill your rookie ass in the middle of the ring; right next to this untrue evolution of Fauxblivion. Take this gift, and after you wake up from your in ring execution, do what a real champion would. What I did to Torture, stand up and ask for another. What matters is not that you get knocked down, but that you get back up.
You two are facing the only man who ever kicked out of the Torture's Device. The only man who ate one, popped back up and made the Legend himself have to cheat to win..."
Doc got into his car, leaned over and kissed Mary passionately, "Let's kick this...."
Doc is sitting in a floating lounger in his pool, glass of whisky in the cup holder and a cigarette in his mouth. Floating near him, looking decidedly uncomfortable is venerable WCF ace reporter Hank Brown.
"Doc, it was great to see you return to the WCF family and Slam. What was going through your mind during and after your unsuccessful return match?"
Doc floated a few seconds, seemingly asleep under his Ray Bans. Just as Hank looked to ask the question again, Doc puffed on the cig and took a sip of his whisky.
"Hank, that wasn't a question of your usual caliber... Did you go back to journalism school?
Anyway...
Many things were coursing through me, and it all started when the fans welcomed me back as I entered the arena. I tell you Hank, and I've tried several, but there is no product, pharmaceutical or natural that gives you a high like that. It filled me with so much joy, how the hell did I leave?"
"Well Doc, yo..."
"It doesn't matter really though, because as the match started and wore on, I went from excited to concerned to finally frustrated and confused. You see, I fell into some old ways without knowing it. I got so used to getting by on who I was and what I did, that I let that do the talking for me. I know, it sounds like a cop out, but my focus just wasn't there. Well, guess what, I'm not making that mistake again, because the next time I'm walking out with my hand in the air..."
A loud splash caused Doc and Hank to look up, to which Doc smiled. It was his wife Mary diving into the pool.
"Doc, is your wife skinny dipping with company around?"
Doc simply bust into a hearty belly laugh, "Lord no Hank, it's Topless Tuesday... Didn't you get the memo?
Hank, quite simply, me and Chaos should have won that match, even with the artist formerly known as Teo Del Sol on the other side. All my accolades aside, I am the man who kicked out of a Torture's Device. How many men have you seen do that Hank?"
"To be perfectly honest Doc, I don't recall that ever happening. Maybe in the distant past..."
Hank trailed off as Mary climbed up on an inflatable raft, the yellow thong shining wetly against her mocha skin.
"It's a beautiful sight isn't it Hank...
Kinda cool though how a woman's tits enlarge when they breastfeed..."
Doc smiled as Hank only nodded in silent approval.
"As I was saying...
There really was no excuse on Sunday why me and Chaos lost. Except for one simple factor. I shit the bed. The match was ours, we had the win in sight and I left a steaming pile of half rotten pig shit all over. What's worse, as it was a tag match, I wallowed in that mess and drug my partner for the week down with me. Let me tell you something though Hank, I learned as a young child, half rotted pig shit is a stench that doesn't just wash away. No it takes hard work and effort to scrub that foulness off..."
"So why aren't you in the gym wo..."
"Working it off? Seriously Hank? How long have you been in this business?
No, don't answer that...
The reason I'm not in the gym or working in my own ring with a trainer is quite simple. You need periods of rest and recuperation for your body. Constant work without the proper time off leads to injuries, over developed muscles with not enough power and small genitals...
Besides with the match I have coming up this next Slam, mental preparation is just as important."
Doc deftly grabbed Mary's boob as she floated by, causing her to slap it away and wag her finger playfully...
"I hate to cut this interview short Hank, but look at the time..."
Friday 19 August...
Columbus Zoo, Powell, Ohio
We catch up to our intrepid couple as they are spending the day as a family at the zoo. Mary is holding little Katherine, and Doc has little Johnny on his hip. They are at the lion enclosure watching the big cats sleep on the plane wing against the glass...
"Look Johnny, look at the big kitty cat..."
As only a nine month old can Johnny tapped on the glass giggling...
"Yeah, this guy is known as the King of the Jungle, the King of Beasts. Do you know what sound a lion makes?"
Johnny smiles at his dad and does a very cute growl/roar, causing Doc to laugh. Johnny rubs his eyes and leans his head into daddy's shoulder. Looking over at Mary, he see's her smiling as Kat is doing the same. Placing both of the kids into their side by side stroller, Doc and Mary make for the Mapori restaurant just a couple hundred feet away.
***************
Polar Bear Exhibit
Doc normally doesn't use his celebrity status for special favors very often, however, when a member of the management of the Columbus Zoo offered his family a free VIP pass, and private viewing of the new cub Nora, well that is something you don't pass up.
As they watched the little white fluffball play, Doc couldn't help but smile. The twins, well they were mesmerized...
The zoo staff member acting as their guide smiled. "Isn't Nora just adorable?"
Doc looked at the young woman and nodded, "Yeah, Kinda reminds me of Henry Spearman..."
"Oh? How so?" Doc is taken aback a bit, as she smiles, "What, my boyfriend and I watch Slam every week..."
"Well, I look at Nora here and I see parallels with Henry. Nora here is a little cub, a cute little ball of fur. Some day she will grow up to be an apex predator. But for now, she is still learning and bumbling around. Still making those little mistakes that could get her injured or killed. Granted she is here in the protective environs of the Columbus Zoo, instead of being like one of her counterparts in the wild.
Henry is in the same boat. Here we see a cub of a man, still new to the WCF, still with his virginal eyes wide open taking it all in and learning. Henry has the potential to be the apex of the superstars here, but that remains to be seen. Right now he is set up to face me and Oblivion in a triple threat match, a Menage a trois of pain as they say. Henry is eager to get out there to prove himself a capable wrestler in his own right. The problem is he is facing a man who has no compunction of killing his rookie ass. No I'm not talking about Uncle Obli. I'm talking about me, The Southern Rogue himself. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not really gonna kill him, nor am I gonna kill his career, if he is really the man we all see him becoming in the future. However Henry is not alone in being a rookie who has grown too big for his britches. I look out at the roster and see several of these rookies that need culled. They need to be metaphorically killed. Too often have we seen over time hot young stars come into the dub, they'll rise to great hights. Then that's where it all goes wrong, tell me, if you can how many of the hot young stud stars over the last couple years are still around?"
The zoo employee, Sarah, just shakes her head, "I honestly couldn't say..."
"That's the rub, dear. Almost every single one. Why do you ask, they have success, their heads and ego's get big, and they think they have nothing left to prove. That they have reached the Apex and there is nowhere else to go. Take the Beach Krew for example. Those guys coulda ran the place for years... But I don't see them around. They were so dominant, everyone tried to beat them. No one, myself included however took them behind the woodshed and flat out murdered them. I'm gonna do that to Spearman. I'm gonna beat him down, tear him apart piece by precious piece. Not like some murdering psychopath, like a surgeon, with swift and clinical precision.
One thing I will not do though, I will not build him back up. That part, that path is his. No one can build you stronger than yourself, and if Henry or any of these other snot-nosed, wet behind the ear rookies wants to be the next top dog of this crazy pound called the WCF, that is a path they have to forge themselves..."
Doc looked up as Mary started strapping the twins in. They were starting to crash, and this wasn't no quick nap. "Well, looks like we are done for the day..."
Sarah nodded and the group exited the building. They didn't go out through the public area, as Doc had scored parking in the private staff lot. "Well it sounds like you have a plan for Spearman. I don't envy him... But what about Oblivion?"
Doc shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know what to think about the monster honestly. All I've ever known him as is a sick, demented evil monster. Someone who wouldn't hesitate to feed his opponents to the Gathering. Now I look and see he's some good guy now? What the holy fuck happened is what I'd like to know.
Oblivion will always be someone to watch for in the ring, his skills and experience alone mark him as someone who cannot, under any circumstances be overlooked, and unaccounted for in the ring. I don't know what the problem with Fauxblivion is, but I'm not convinced this good guy swing is anything more than an act. I think Fauxbli needs the same treatment as all these rookies. I'll be more than happy to dish it out as well. Until I am convinced otherwise, with undeniable proof to support that Fauxblivion is now a face, I will unleash a beating on him to knock some sense back into that brain damaged head of his."
They reach the parking lot and Doc's Charger, Mary begins to load the twins and stroller. Doc waves goodbye to Sarah and turns to the camera, "This week at Slam, Spearman and Fauxblivion are gonna find out what happens when you find yourself in the wrong place at the wrong time. Look don't misunderstand what I've been saying. I like Henry, for what I've seen so far in his career. I think he could be one hell of a World Champion someday, but he is not ready yet. To me he has yet to prove himself, and I have no real reason to respect him... Yet.
Henry, you want respect? You want to be taken seriously, then fucking bring it. Bring everything you have, but it won't be enough. I'm gonna take you and kill your rookie ass in the middle of the ring; right next to this untrue evolution of Fauxblivion. Take this gift, and after you wake up from your in ring execution, do what a real champion would. What I did to Torture, stand up and ask for another. What matters is not that you get knocked down, but that you get back up.
You two are facing the only man who ever kicked out of the Torture's Device. The only man who ate one, popped back up and made the Legend himself have to cheat to win..."
Doc got into his car, leaned over and kissed Mary passionately, "Let's kick this...."
