Post by Doc Henry on Aug 27, 2016 16:47:02 GMT -5
Ty Warner Penthouse, Four Seasons, NYC
Doc is sitting at a grand piano in his darkened suite on the 52nd floor. He is naked as the day he was born, as he plays Alexander Scriabin's Piano Sonata No. 9 Op. 68 in F, also known as Black Mass.
As the song rings through the penthouse, Doc move his head, eyes closed as if he was channeling the spirit of Scriabin himself. As the camera rotates slowly around him, Mary strolls naked opening the window coverings to let the morning light in, a la the Imagine Video.
Doc is continuing to play, speaks, his eyes still shut, as his fingers move with passionate precision. "Oblivion... Once you were known as the monster to fear. You took no prisoners, you left death and destruction in your wake. We even teamed together and caused all kinds of mayhem. Look at you now. Your lost old friend. Could I still call you amongst my friends?
It's no secret the history we share is long and complicated. But I look at you now, and I see a broken lost monster. You showed some flashes last Slam, some bright glimpses of the monster you once were. Every since Phoenix and Morrigana threw you into the pit, well you've not been you."
Doc paused as he finished the Sonata. "I'm worried about you, it's almost as if you won't recover fully. Like the old faithful farm dog that has grown to weak and frail to continue. It may upset the family, but you take the old feller out back and give him the dignity of a quick death."
Doc smiled wryly, and then began to play the Funeral March from Chopin's Sonata in B Flat Major as he continued on.
"I called you Fauxblivion last week, and I will call you that again. Listen, I don't know what I should do. On one hand, I would love to walk out of Revenge with the Hardcore Championship, but on the other, I don't want to be the one to put the metaphorical bullet in your head. Fauxbli, while I know it wouldn't be beneficial to my chances in the ring, I am all kinds of tempted to lash you to the ringpost and just go off on you, beating the holy piss of this fake Oblivion out of you. I want so much to beat the old monster back into you. Unleash the beast that lays dormant and forgotten deep inside on these pretenders. You are an eight time Hardcore Champion. Any other match and the boys in the back should be worried, but against you in a Hardcore Championship match? All of us should be shitting our pants in fear and anticipation of the absolute destruction you will bring down.
THAT is the monster I want to see, THAT is the monster the fans want to see, and THAT is the monster that we deserve..."
Doc finishes the Funeral March and stands, parts hidden in shadow as the camera zooms in on his face while the background appears to zoom out.
"Keep overlooking me Oblivion, because I have your number, I know how to beat you. The big question is, will I beat you and claim the title, or will I beat the monster loose? The answer is simple my friend, I will do both. I'm gonna beat you in the way only you'd like, but your not getting your 9th reign just yet. Revenge will not be yours... It will be MINE!"
Doc turns to smile at Mary, a carnal look of a hunter on his face, but she is holding up an iPad with the video of Crazy J's promo. Doc watches with interest, then begins to laugh meniacally.
"Look at this guy...
Let's see, gay jokes... Check...
Goofy name calling insults... Check...
Bragging about former success... Check..
Where did this guy learn to cut a promo, reading Wrestling Promos for Dummies?
Dude, yes I'll admit you've done well so far, and great you have a victory over ZMac. Get in line brah. Many people have beaten ZMac in non title match... Come back to me when you've beaten him with a title on the line, because I have, and it was for the Internet Championship, the belt he made relevant and elevated into a prestigious rank. But that will not be this week. You ARE still green, and I have news for you, your little love doll Lisa... I saw her sucking off your buddy Cash backstage last week..."
Doc tosses the iPad off to the side and grabbed Mary with a snarl, dragging her off towards the bedroom...
Doc is sitting at a grand piano in his darkened suite on the 52nd floor. He is naked as the day he was born, as he plays Alexander Scriabin's Piano Sonata No. 9 Op. 68 in F, also known as Black Mass.
As the song rings through the penthouse, Doc move his head, eyes closed as if he was channeling the spirit of Scriabin himself. As the camera rotates slowly around him, Mary strolls naked opening the window coverings to let the morning light in, a la the Imagine Video.
Doc is continuing to play, speaks, his eyes still shut, as his fingers move with passionate precision. "Oblivion... Once you were known as the monster to fear. You took no prisoners, you left death and destruction in your wake. We even teamed together and caused all kinds of mayhem. Look at you now. Your lost old friend. Could I still call you amongst my friends?
It's no secret the history we share is long and complicated. But I look at you now, and I see a broken lost monster. You showed some flashes last Slam, some bright glimpses of the monster you once were. Every since Phoenix and Morrigana threw you into the pit, well you've not been you."
Doc paused as he finished the Sonata. "I'm worried about you, it's almost as if you won't recover fully. Like the old faithful farm dog that has grown to weak and frail to continue. It may upset the family, but you take the old feller out back and give him the dignity of a quick death."
Doc smiled wryly, and then began to play the Funeral March from Chopin's Sonata in B Flat Major as he continued on.
"I called you Fauxblivion last week, and I will call you that again. Listen, I don't know what I should do. On one hand, I would love to walk out of Revenge with the Hardcore Championship, but on the other, I don't want to be the one to put the metaphorical bullet in your head. Fauxbli, while I know it wouldn't be beneficial to my chances in the ring, I am all kinds of tempted to lash you to the ringpost and just go off on you, beating the holy piss of this fake Oblivion out of you. I want so much to beat the old monster back into you. Unleash the beast that lays dormant and forgotten deep inside on these pretenders. You are an eight time Hardcore Champion. Any other match and the boys in the back should be worried, but against you in a Hardcore Championship match? All of us should be shitting our pants in fear and anticipation of the absolute destruction you will bring down.
THAT is the monster I want to see, THAT is the monster the fans want to see, and THAT is the monster that we deserve..."
Doc finishes the Funeral March and stands, parts hidden in shadow as the camera zooms in on his face while the background appears to zoom out.
"Keep overlooking me Oblivion, because I have your number, I know how to beat you. The big question is, will I beat you and claim the title, or will I beat the monster loose? The answer is simple my friend, I will do both. I'm gonna beat you in the way only you'd like, but your not getting your 9th reign just yet. Revenge will not be yours... It will be MINE!"
Doc turns to smile at Mary, a carnal look of a hunter on his face, but she is holding up an iPad with the video of Crazy J's promo. Doc watches with interest, then begins to laugh meniacally.
"Look at this guy...
Let's see, gay jokes... Check...
Goofy name calling insults... Check...
Bragging about former success... Check..
Where did this guy learn to cut a promo, reading Wrestling Promos for Dummies?
Dude, yes I'll admit you've done well so far, and great you have a victory over ZMac. Get in line brah. Many people have beaten ZMac in non title match... Come back to me when you've beaten him with a title on the line, because I have, and it was for the Internet Championship, the belt he made relevant and elevated into a prestigious rank. But that will not be this week. You ARE still green, and I have news for you, your little love doll Lisa... I saw her sucking off your buddy Cash backstage last week..."
Doc tosses the iPad off to the side and grabbed Mary with a snarl, dragging her off towards the bedroom...
