Post by Doc Henry on Aug 24, 2016 11:25:13 GMT -5
Monday evening, Doc's estate, Georgia...
Doc exits his home gym, wet towel around his neck and wiping his face. He makes the short trip to his office and sits at his desk. The rows of Championship belts and bracelets flank shelves full of other trophies, some poker, some wrestling, and a few random ones mixed in.
It doesn't take him long to log onto his computer, and find an email containing his Revenge matchup...
"So, a title shot... Hmm, I wonder, there are Ménage Trois, Four-Way Around the Worlds, and good old fashioned Orgies. But what does one call a five person shuffle? It's not your standard WCF Clusterfuck..."
Opening up his browser Doc begins typing and surfing for the answer...
"Well, shit... That didn't go as I planned... You'd think as clever as people are, there'd be a good witty pun for a five some... Hmmm... Well, the closest I found, and it's quite fitting actually. Five Guys in a circle... Hmmm, malestrom it is then... Gah, I'm gonna hafta try and come up with something better..."
Shutting his computer down, Doc stands with a fuck it look on his face, it's late and he has to prepare well... Revenge is gonna be a fight...
Tuesday Morning, ass crack of dawn...
Doc was in his south pasture, a fence was in need of repair. Sure, he had ranch hands he could have had do the work, but that wasn't Doc. He liked to get his hands dirty. Hell, usually when doing hands on work on his ranch, Doc used that time mentally to prepare. He'd already spent some time over this morning's Irish Coffee brushing up on some of his opponents...
"So this coming Sunday, first PPV back, I'm gonna have an uphill battle..." Don't worry viewers, sometimes our intrepid hero talks while he works, it's like free association writing for authors. It's just how he works shit out from time to time...
"I'm definitely the smaller guy in the match. Well, at least when it comes to mass, we all know the Cock is second to none. These big brutes all have that going for them, size and strength. That's not all that matters though, stamina, speed, resolve, heart. Those and other intangibles are a big difference maker. I gotta laugh a little though... What kinda name is Crazy J... Has got to be a nickname of course...
Basically what I can gather of this guy is that he's some sort of ICP knock off. Come on dude, all you want is to cause violence in this world? Seriously, there isn't anything more than that? I call bull on that one, the way you've been chasing what's her name.... Lisa... Shit son, why don't you just call yourself Screech?
You claim to be a hardcore monster, well I look forward to seeing that man. I hope you live up to the hype your putting out there. The thing is man, in this match there already are a couple bonafide monsters, Oblivion and ZMac. Looks like this Parish guy could be one as well. Hell, I even have a monster out side, it's part of why I tend to stay out of Mexico... Too many questions, too many people looking for answers.
Hey, I'm not gonna knock you J, but quite frankly, I've yet to see much from you, your still green. If you haven't yet already realized it, what you've done elsewhere in wrestling means nothing here in the Dub. The level of guys here is such our Jobbers would dominate other companies. There is a reason we are the best, because we set the tone, we tune up the band, we are the ones calling the shots. This is the W C God Damn F."
Doc takes time out as he singlehandedly uses a power auger and drills new post holes, then sets them in the ground. Using the concrete mixer behind his truck, Doc pours the foundation around the posts and sets them plumb.
Sitting down, he pulls out a cold beer. "J, hey, I sincerely wish you luck with Lisa man, and I hope she makes your life complete. There is nothing like the love of a woman to really put that fire in your step. Don't let your career kill any passion the two of you will share though, you have to keep things in perspective. Look at me, I'm out here getting in some old fashioned training, communing with the natural world. Don't get me wrong though, I'll still hit the weights and gym later. I haven't lost perspective of where I am and where I'm going. That includes Revenge. See, your coming in to this match and company full of fire, full of potential, and overflowing with yourself.
This fence, these posts and planks, I cut and shaped them myself. They started off as a mighty oak. Big, powerful, and full of as much success as could have naturally been garnered from what was once a tiny acorn. Just like your career so far. This oak ran into a saw, a carpenter that took that rawness, that pure unharnessed potential and cut it down. Unlike others who would cut you down to further their own means, I'm gonna cut you down, and make something better, something far more than you could have been made on your own.
With a liberal application of pain, suffering, and a little bleeding perhaps, I'll take you out. I'll cut away what there is holding you back in this world, leaving a shining, well carved block of awesome...
Unlike the tree, I can do only so much. You see where the tree died and lived on only as a lifeless shell, you... Well you 'Crazy' J, will have to take your new form and blaze the trail of success and greatness I will leave your broken, bloodied, and reforged self upon. Don't be scared though, it will be no disgrace if'n after your rookie killing that you look into the mirror and deep in your soul find that maybe you were wrong. Maybe ol' Doc was right. Maybe, just maybe the truth laying deep within you is that you are a sham. You are a charlatan. Can you handle that possible truth? Are you prepared, and I mean REALLY prepared to go to those deepest, darkest recesses of your id and find out?
Because, guess what, I'm on the train to take you there. At Revenge, this train is ready. I am the conductor, and I will be going there, whether you are ready or willing... Or not... You see, once you step into that ring, your choice will no longer be your own. I've got what I takes to be the WCF Hardcore Champion. I've done it before, and I will do it again. It may not have been one of the titles I had in mind, but Revenge will be a sweet, cold dish. It will be mine, and I will once again become a Champion..."
Doc stands up, grabs his now empty beer can, crushing it bare handed.
The camera fades to black as Doc begins to slowly sing, almost chant...
"I hear that train a comin'...
It's rolling round the bend..."
Doc exits his home gym, wet towel around his neck and wiping his face. He makes the short trip to his office and sits at his desk. The rows of Championship belts and bracelets flank shelves full of other trophies, some poker, some wrestling, and a few random ones mixed in.
It doesn't take him long to log onto his computer, and find an email containing his Revenge matchup...
"So, a title shot... Hmm, I wonder, there are Ménage Trois, Four-Way Around the Worlds, and good old fashioned Orgies. But what does one call a five person shuffle? It's not your standard WCF Clusterfuck..."
Opening up his browser Doc begins typing and surfing for the answer...
"Well, shit... That didn't go as I planned... You'd think as clever as people are, there'd be a good witty pun for a five some... Hmmm... Well, the closest I found, and it's quite fitting actually. Five Guys in a circle... Hmmm, malestrom it is then... Gah, I'm gonna hafta try and come up with something better..."
Shutting his computer down, Doc stands with a fuck it look on his face, it's late and he has to prepare well... Revenge is gonna be a fight...
Tuesday Morning, ass crack of dawn...
Doc was in his south pasture, a fence was in need of repair. Sure, he had ranch hands he could have had do the work, but that wasn't Doc. He liked to get his hands dirty. Hell, usually when doing hands on work on his ranch, Doc used that time mentally to prepare. He'd already spent some time over this morning's Irish Coffee brushing up on some of his opponents...
"So this coming Sunday, first PPV back, I'm gonna have an uphill battle..." Don't worry viewers, sometimes our intrepid hero talks while he works, it's like free association writing for authors. It's just how he works shit out from time to time...
"I'm definitely the smaller guy in the match. Well, at least when it comes to mass, we all know the Cock is second to none. These big brutes all have that going for them, size and strength. That's not all that matters though, stamina, speed, resolve, heart. Those and other intangibles are a big difference maker. I gotta laugh a little though... What kinda name is Crazy J... Has got to be a nickname of course...
Basically what I can gather of this guy is that he's some sort of ICP knock off. Come on dude, all you want is to cause violence in this world? Seriously, there isn't anything more than that? I call bull on that one, the way you've been chasing what's her name.... Lisa... Shit son, why don't you just call yourself Screech?
You claim to be a hardcore monster, well I look forward to seeing that man. I hope you live up to the hype your putting out there. The thing is man, in this match there already are a couple bonafide monsters, Oblivion and ZMac. Looks like this Parish guy could be one as well. Hell, I even have a monster out side, it's part of why I tend to stay out of Mexico... Too many questions, too many people looking for answers.
Hey, I'm not gonna knock you J, but quite frankly, I've yet to see much from you, your still green. If you haven't yet already realized it, what you've done elsewhere in wrestling means nothing here in the Dub. The level of guys here is such our Jobbers would dominate other companies. There is a reason we are the best, because we set the tone, we tune up the band, we are the ones calling the shots. This is the W C God Damn F."
Doc takes time out as he singlehandedly uses a power auger and drills new post holes, then sets them in the ground. Using the concrete mixer behind his truck, Doc pours the foundation around the posts and sets them plumb.
Sitting down, he pulls out a cold beer. "J, hey, I sincerely wish you luck with Lisa man, and I hope she makes your life complete. There is nothing like the love of a woman to really put that fire in your step. Don't let your career kill any passion the two of you will share though, you have to keep things in perspective. Look at me, I'm out here getting in some old fashioned training, communing with the natural world. Don't get me wrong though, I'll still hit the weights and gym later. I haven't lost perspective of where I am and where I'm going. That includes Revenge. See, your coming in to this match and company full of fire, full of potential, and overflowing with yourself.
This fence, these posts and planks, I cut and shaped them myself. They started off as a mighty oak. Big, powerful, and full of as much success as could have naturally been garnered from what was once a tiny acorn. Just like your career so far. This oak ran into a saw, a carpenter that took that rawness, that pure unharnessed potential and cut it down. Unlike others who would cut you down to further their own means, I'm gonna cut you down, and make something better, something far more than you could have been made on your own.
With a liberal application of pain, suffering, and a little bleeding perhaps, I'll take you out. I'll cut away what there is holding you back in this world, leaving a shining, well carved block of awesome...
Unlike the tree, I can do only so much. You see where the tree died and lived on only as a lifeless shell, you... Well you 'Crazy' J, will have to take your new form and blaze the trail of success and greatness I will leave your broken, bloodied, and reforged self upon. Don't be scared though, it will be no disgrace if'n after your rookie killing that you look into the mirror and deep in your soul find that maybe you were wrong. Maybe ol' Doc was right. Maybe, just maybe the truth laying deep within you is that you are a sham. You are a charlatan. Can you handle that possible truth? Are you prepared, and I mean REALLY prepared to go to those deepest, darkest recesses of your id and find out?
Because, guess what, I'm on the train to take you there. At Revenge, this train is ready. I am the conductor, and I will be going there, whether you are ready or willing... Or not... You see, once you step into that ring, your choice will no longer be your own. I've got what I takes to be the WCF Hardcore Champion. I've done it before, and I will do it again. It may not have been one of the titles I had in mind, but Revenge will be a sweet, cold dish. It will be mine, and I will once again become a Champion..."
Doc stands up, grabs his now empty beer can, crushing it bare handed.
The camera fades to black as Doc begins to slowly sing, almost chant...
"I hear that train a comin'...
It's rolling round the bend..."
