Post by Doc Henry on Sept 27, 2016 22:04:14 GMT -5
Doc's Penthouse suite, New York Ritz Carlton
Doc is sitting at the mini bar, waiting for Mary to get the twins ready, sipping on a bottle of 'shine. It didn't take long before she came pushing the stroller, still sexy as ever. With a kiss Doc and Mary left the hotel room, a pair of men in suits flanking them.
***************
Statue of Liberty
Life has a way of working out for some people, for instance, the Henry family scoring a day to themselves at Liberty Island. How you may ask, well, a few well placed calls from the Ambassador to the South to prominent government officials, and the park was closed for general maintenance and inspection.
This allowed the Southern Rogue and his family some relative privacy as the facility was on a skeleton staff. Hey, Doc isn't a total asshat, he insisted they all got a paid day off...
Speaking of Doc...
Mary was sitting at a table outside the Crown Cafe sipping on a drink and reading on her Kindle as the twins took a nap. Doc was nowhere to be seen...
Then he appears, coming out of the Cafe, a shit eating grin on his face.
Mary just shook her head, "You did it again, didn't you?"
Doc just shrugs, whistling a cheerful tune as he strode up to plant a huge kiss on his wife's lips...
"You keep that up, and Adam won't be known as the only 'Sick Bastard' anymore... After the meals yesterday, that could be considered a terrorist attack... good lord, the biological contagions unleashed in your upperdeckers is down right evil..."
"Just think dear, that will have all day and night to ferment before the next flush...."
Mary just laughs and goes back to her 'book'. Doc smiles and heads for the gift shop, hey there are some rookies in the War Match who need some welcome gifts...
***************
Doc is pushing a small cart he found just laying around... Well, it did have some restocking items on it, but you know, it wasn't being used...
Doc chuckled as he picked up a sock monkey with the little Statue green crown. "Well, this couldn't be more appropriate, a monkey for the little 'Spot Monkey'. Kidd Krazzy, I tell you this guy epitomizes high flying, so much so that he goes for the big move to the endangerment of himself over winning the match. Guys like this are always a threat in War, your focused on guys who can actually be a threat, and boom some spot whore comes out of nowhere and you find yourself eliminated... I hope he likes this little token, I mean seriously, look at the silly little monkey..." Doc takes the sock monkey and tosses it into the cart, "Oh my god, he just hit a 900 splash off the top ropes to the floor, they are both dead..."
Doc picks up a worry stone and rubs it a bit... "I don't know what to really get for this Koola guy... I mean seriously his a big badass brawler? These guys are a dime a dozen here..."
Doc shakes his head as he continues on, "I just don't know how these guys think they can keep up... kids..."
***************
Doc and Mary are back in their suite, the kids in the other room with their nanny Pelagia. Though the couple love being parents, there is no substitute for alone time. Besides, for a couple hours of low impact cardio... Well for vanilla couples anyway...
Doc puffed on a cigar as Mary lays curled up on his bare chest, the sheets a messy tangle around them.
"So aside from all the souvenirs you got the new guys... which I must say, I think you cleared out the kids section... what exactly do you think you need to do to prepare?"
"The same thing I always do for WAR, I drink, I fuck..." Doc gave her a lewd smile, "and I bust my ass in the gym. Now the World Title isn't on the line this year, but the prize is almost as big, a match at One for said belt. Now everyone knows I am just that one belt away from the Grand Slam. I have one hell of a career, and many title runs. That one has eluded me though, as I have had to watch countless men and women come into this company and get shot after shot. Meanwhile I'm over here just waiting... Waiting on Lerch and the board to reward my years of devotion and loyalty to this company, let alone all that I have done from championships to bailing Seth and the Dub out of financial troubles. Still, through all that, I have always taken the high road. Even when I was the Devil in the Flesh and did things that are still talked about in hushed whispers in the dark corners of the world. I let my body of work stand for itself, under some delusion that I would be rewarded honorably.
Well, enough is enough. I don't care if I have to lie, cheat, and steal. I'm on a mission now, and while I still think I can give the People's Title a go, how can I in good conscious pass up this opportunity?" Doc puffed away in thought... "You know, I got a lot of good comments on the dirtsheets when I did the name associations."
Mary smiled as she traced circles on his pecs, "Yeah, my mother got quite the laugh out of that..."
"Maybe you should give it a shot then... Try your hand at Rookie Killing, verbally so to speak..."
"Sure, hit me with a few names..."
"Brian Paine."
"Comic Book Nerd Toughguy."
"Zoey Ryback."
"Tastes Great."
"El Fuego Del Infierno Eterno Silenciso."
"Zach Davis' worst nightmare..."
"Superstar Steven Singh."
"Mary Catherine Gallagher."
"Bruno Armstrong."
"Who?"
"Jay West."
"Annnnnnd shockingly another Jay..."
"Jaice Wilds."
"Waiting on his tag partner Burter Tames."
"Joe Smarts."
"Thunder from Down Under?"
"JNJ."
"Jack N Jill?"
"Little Tornado."
"Titty Twister?"
"Shay McKay."
"Vanilla with a nine..."
Doc chucked and Mary yawned, "Well that was uneventful, damn, now I gotta find something productive..."
Doc's grin grew as her head went south outta frame, "Mmmmm, that'll do dear... that'll do..."
***************
The next morning...
Doc sat in the chair looking out the big window at the sleepy New York City skyline. With a big steaming mug of coffee in his hand, the Southern Rogue reflected in silence.
The last few weeks have been a bit up and down for Doc, but that all changes on October 2nd. "WAR... THE battleground of all battlegrounds for immortality. The whole roster, with the exception of just a couple guys. Every one of them vieing for the same goal. Each one of us fighting, clawing, and putting it all on the line for just one shot at glory. One shot at immortality. One shot... But it's not really just one shot is it?
No there are many ways one can carve out some measure of greatness in the match. Most eliminations, longest time in, hell just dominating the time your in there... It's easy to argue that one, whether you'd do it by eliminating guys quickly and having a very good elimination to time in match ratio, or just leaving bodies strewn all over the ring. With the exception of three, all the champions will be in the WAR match, hell some have even pulled double duty before, and that could very well happen this time. Regardless, seeking out a champion and staking your claim for the belt they have is always a good plan. That's what I'll do. I will not be putting all my eggs in one basket. Not only will I be gunning for the World Title shot at One, but I'm going to hedge my bets as best as I can. The odds are very much against me in this match, but as a great fictional hero once stated... 'Don't tell me the odds...'
You see, while the World Championship is the end goal, I will be looking for Bishop out there. I have a great track record for stamina in this event, and believe you me that if'n I see Kevin, well it's on like Donkey Kong mutha fucka..."
Doc stands and stretches, the morning light glinting off his naked skin. "Don't thing though that means I will be just focused on him. There will be plenty of champions to take a shot at. Then again, who knows when anyone will be in there at any given time, it's so random that only the WCF can pull off WAR."
Doc walks casually over to the kitchenette area and pours himself another cup of joe. "That is why you see many former stars come back and sign a one time contract. Whether they left for greener pastures, or were given their walking papers, that is one thing Seth will do, give literally anyone a shot to win WAR. It's a chance to prove something. Guys will be coming back to prove why they were good and left, why Lerch should have never fired them, or even on the rare occasion it is a Legend coming back to put us all in our places."
Doc turns to the camera, "I'll tell all y'all this one time, so listen good. War is hell, and the last thing you want is to face someone with..." Doc's voice changes to a very stereotyped Eastern European accent, "Diplomatic Immunity..."
Doc leans down and picks up the Confederate Championship, "That's right boys and girls, the South will be represented in it's fullest glory. Not only will I, the Ambassador to the South rise once more, the South herself will for one night only be back and better than ever." Doc's hand lowers as a devious and almost possessed look comes across his face. "Stand back fans, because you know what's coming next, people are gonna take the easy way out trying to insult me. Claim that I can't win because I am a racist, slave owning, gun nut Trump supporter...
Really...
Me...
I have a sexual MILF Black woman for a wife, mulato children, an Asian Zen guru, and did you see my kids' nanny, she's a Polish born immigrant. So spout off all that you want about me being an inbred racist Appalachian American all you want, because then you will be nothing but liars and at WAR... Losers...
I will win WAR, not because I'm overdue, not because I think it's my time, hell, not even because I think I am better than everyone. No, I'm gonna win WAR because I have something y'all don't...
FADE
IT!
Doc is sitting at the mini bar, waiting for Mary to get the twins ready, sipping on a bottle of 'shine. It didn't take long before she came pushing the stroller, still sexy as ever. With a kiss Doc and Mary left the hotel room, a pair of men in suits flanking them.
***************
Statue of Liberty
Life has a way of working out for some people, for instance, the Henry family scoring a day to themselves at Liberty Island. How you may ask, well, a few well placed calls from the Ambassador to the South to prominent government officials, and the park was closed for general maintenance and inspection.
This allowed the Southern Rogue and his family some relative privacy as the facility was on a skeleton staff. Hey, Doc isn't a total asshat, he insisted they all got a paid day off...
Speaking of Doc...
Mary was sitting at a table outside the Crown Cafe sipping on a drink and reading on her Kindle as the twins took a nap. Doc was nowhere to be seen...
Then he appears, coming out of the Cafe, a shit eating grin on his face.
Mary just shook her head, "You did it again, didn't you?"
Doc just shrugs, whistling a cheerful tune as he strode up to plant a huge kiss on his wife's lips...
"You keep that up, and Adam won't be known as the only 'Sick Bastard' anymore... After the meals yesterday, that could be considered a terrorist attack... good lord, the biological contagions unleashed in your upperdeckers is down right evil..."
"Just think dear, that will have all day and night to ferment before the next flush...."
Mary just laughs and goes back to her 'book'. Doc smiles and heads for the gift shop, hey there are some rookies in the War Match who need some welcome gifts...
***************
Doc is pushing a small cart he found just laying around... Well, it did have some restocking items on it, but you know, it wasn't being used...
Doc chuckled as he picked up a sock monkey with the little Statue green crown. "Well, this couldn't be more appropriate, a monkey for the little 'Spot Monkey'. Kidd Krazzy, I tell you this guy epitomizes high flying, so much so that he goes for the big move to the endangerment of himself over winning the match. Guys like this are always a threat in War, your focused on guys who can actually be a threat, and boom some spot whore comes out of nowhere and you find yourself eliminated... I hope he likes this little token, I mean seriously, look at the silly little monkey..." Doc takes the sock monkey and tosses it into the cart, "Oh my god, he just hit a 900 splash off the top ropes to the floor, they are both dead..."
Doc picks up a worry stone and rubs it a bit... "I don't know what to really get for this Koola guy... I mean seriously his a big badass brawler? These guys are a dime a dozen here..."
Doc shakes his head as he continues on, "I just don't know how these guys think they can keep up... kids..."
***************
Doc and Mary are back in their suite, the kids in the other room with their nanny Pelagia. Though the couple love being parents, there is no substitute for alone time. Besides, for a couple hours of low impact cardio... Well for vanilla couples anyway...
Doc puffed on a cigar as Mary lays curled up on his bare chest, the sheets a messy tangle around them.
"So aside from all the souvenirs you got the new guys... which I must say, I think you cleared out the kids section... what exactly do you think you need to do to prepare?"
"The same thing I always do for WAR, I drink, I fuck..." Doc gave her a lewd smile, "and I bust my ass in the gym. Now the World Title isn't on the line this year, but the prize is almost as big, a match at One for said belt. Now everyone knows I am just that one belt away from the Grand Slam. I have one hell of a career, and many title runs. That one has eluded me though, as I have had to watch countless men and women come into this company and get shot after shot. Meanwhile I'm over here just waiting... Waiting on Lerch and the board to reward my years of devotion and loyalty to this company, let alone all that I have done from championships to bailing Seth and the Dub out of financial troubles. Still, through all that, I have always taken the high road. Even when I was the Devil in the Flesh and did things that are still talked about in hushed whispers in the dark corners of the world. I let my body of work stand for itself, under some delusion that I would be rewarded honorably.
Well, enough is enough. I don't care if I have to lie, cheat, and steal. I'm on a mission now, and while I still think I can give the People's Title a go, how can I in good conscious pass up this opportunity?" Doc puffed away in thought... "You know, I got a lot of good comments on the dirtsheets when I did the name associations."
Mary smiled as she traced circles on his pecs, "Yeah, my mother got quite the laugh out of that..."
"Maybe you should give it a shot then... Try your hand at Rookie Killing, verbally so to speak..."
"Sure, hit me with a few names..."
"Brian Paine."
"Comic Book Nerd Toughguy."
"Zoey Ryback."
"Tastes Great."
"El Fuego Del Infierno Eterno Silenciso."
"Zach Davis' worst nightmare..."
"Superstar Steven Singh."
"Mary Catherine Gallagher."
"Bruno Armstrong."
"Who?"
"Jay West."
"Annnnnnd shockingly another Jay..."
"Jaice Wilds."
"Waiting on his tag partner Burter Tames."
"Joe Smarts."
"Thunder from Down Under?"
"JNJ."
"Jack N Jill?"
"Little Tornado."
"Titty Twister?"
"Shay McKay."
"Vanilla with a nine..."
Doc chucked and Mary yawned, "Well that was uneventful, damn, now I gotta find something productive..."
Doc's grin grew as her head went south outta frame, "Mmmmm, that'll do dear... that'll do..."
***************
The next morning...
Doc sat in the chair looking out the big window at the sleepy New York City skyline. With a big steaming mug of coffee in his hand, the Southern Rogue reflected in silence.
The last few weeks have been a bit up and down for Doc, but that all changes on October 2nd. "WAR... THE battleground of all battlegrounds for immortality. The whole roster, with the exception of just a couple guys. Every one of them vieing for the same goal. Each one of us fighting, clawing, and putting it all on the line for just one shot at glory. One shot at immortality. One shot... But it's not really just one shot is it?
No there are many ways one can carve out some measure of greatness in the match. Most eliminations, longest time in, hell just dominating the time your in there... It's easy to argue that one, whether you'd do it by eliminating guys quickly and having a very good elimination to time in match ratio, or just leaving bodies strewn all over the ring. With the exception of three, all the champions will be in the WAR match, hell some have even pulled double duty before, and that could very well happen this time. Regardless, seeking out a champion and staking your claim for the belt they have is always a good plan. That's what I'll do. I will not be putting all my eggs in one basket. Not only will I be gunning for the World Title shot at One, but I'm going to hedge my bets as best as I can. The odds are very much against me in this match, but as a great fictional hero once stated... 'Don't tell me the odds...'
You see, while the World Championship is the end goal, I will be looking for Bishop out there. I have a great track record for stamina in this event, and believe you me that if'n I see Kevin, well it's on like Donkey Kong mutha fucka..."
Doc stands and stretches, the morning light glinting off his naked skin. "Don't thing though that means I will be just focused on him. There will be plenty of champions to take a shot at. Then again, who knows when anyone will be in there at any given time, it's so random that only the WCF can pull off WAR."
Doc walks casually over to the kitchenette area and pours himself another cup of joe. "That is why you see many former stars come back and sign a one time contract. Whether they left for greener pastures, or were given their walking papers, that is one thing Seth will do, give literally anyone a shot to win WAR. It's a chance to prove something. Guys will be coming back to prove why they were good and left, why Lerch should have never fired them, or even on the rare occasion it is a Legend coming back to put us all in our places."
Doc turns to the camera, "I'll tell all y'all this one time, so listen good. War is hell, and the last thing you want is to face someone with..." Doc's voice changes to a very stereotyped Eastern European accent, "Diplomatic Immunity..."
Doc leans down and picks up the Confederate Championship, "That's right boys and girls, the South will be represented in it's fullest glory. Not only will I, the Ambassador to the South rise once more, the South herself will for one night only be back and better than ever." Doc's hand lowers as a devious and almost possessed look comes across his face. "Stand back fans, because you know what's coming next, people are gonna take the easy way out trying to insult me. Claim that I can't win because I am a racist, slave owning, gun nut Trump supporter...
Really...
Me...
I have a sexual MILF Black woman for a wife, mulato children, an Asian Zen guru, and did you see my kids' nanny, she's a Polish born immigrant. So spout off all that you want about me being an inbred racist Appalachian American all you want, because then you will be nothing but liars and at WAR... Losers...
I will win WAR, not because I'm overdue, not because I think it's my time, hell, not even because I think I am better than everyone. No, I'm gonna win WAR because I have something y'all don't...
FADE
IT!
