Post by Doc Henry on Oct 9, 2016 16:31:23 GMT -5
Ford Island, Pearl Harbour, Hawai'i
7 October 2016, 7:48 AM
Doc is standing at the end of the pier of the Ford Island Dog Park, his eyes overlooking the remains of the USS Utah. Sure the Arizona was on the other side of the island just ahead of the Mighty Missouri. However, Doc came here first.
"It's amazing to think, but there were technically three battleships that were total losses that sleepy Sunday morning 75 years ago this December. Sure, and deservedly so the Arizona and Oklahoma with their losses of 1,177 and 429 respectively garner the bulk of remembrance, we would be remised if we ignored the sacrifice of the 64 men still aboard their ship just off the shore here who's sacrifice was just as great.
It took just over twenty minutes from the start of the attack before she was a total loss. Sure, the old warhorse had been re-designated a target/AA training vessel, but at her heart, the old girl was still a Florida-class battleship with a distinguished service record.
Doc bowed his head in silence a few seconds before pulling a silk bag from inside his jacket. With slow and deliberate movement, Doc knelt and emptied the contents into the water. Standing he looked out at the wreck as a single red poppy petal for each life lost floated towards their final resting place...
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Waikiki Beach
8 October 2016, 5:45 AM
Doc is running along the waterline, water splashing as the tide rolls in and out. There is something to be said of running in the sand, the resistance, and shifting making each step just that much more difficult, forcing one to push one's body even further...
As Doc crosses some finish line only he knows of, he slows to a walk, hands on head as he lets his muscles cool down. Slam was just a little over a day away, and he wasn't going let up.
Walking into the waves, Doc stopped waist deep, turned to the shore and fell backwards with a splash. Wiping his eyes as he surfaced, Doc seemed to notice the camera for the first time. "Well, color me surprised, seems we can't go anywhere without a Dub camera crew finding us..."
"Come on Doc, you know we're supposed to get your comments..."
Doc just shrugged as he floated, then rolled over and began to lazily swim the direction he just came from, the WCF film crew following on dry land...
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Barefoot Beach Cafe, Waikiki
7:13 AM
Doc is sitting at an outside table nursing a large cup of coffee and awaiting his breakfast. The sun is up, the beauties are out, and the Southern Rogue is on the prowl...
As he gazes out over the Pacific, the waitress serves his Garlic Shrimp and Egg platter as only the Hawai'ians can make. Doc smiles and digs in.
After finishing his meal, Doc leaves a heafty tip with his payment and strolls off down the beach...
"WAR didn't go exactly like I wanted, but at least I didn't get pinned in under two minutes...
Oh, wait...
Lilith did... Yes one of my opponents this week was eliminated faster than a virgin on prom night. When I saw the card for Slam, I'll admit, I was a tad disappointed at first, but then I got over it. You see, my partner for this week, the monster everyone fears, yet no one admits it is Oblivion."
Doc pauses to light a cigar with a match, the morning breeze causing him to hunch over and shield the flame.
"Now, it's no secret Oblivion and I have a past that is both friend and foe. You see, there is a level of respect between us. Where two men can see eye to eye when they are teamed up like this week, or, we can lock eyes in acknowledgement of one another and proceed to have a fight to make the gods jealous.
There is a chemistry there, a brotherhood born of competitive longevity. There are not many who have been in this company as long or longer than the two of us, and we have had many battles with and against each other. You see that is something that Twilight and Lilith lack. Sure they may have been friends once, even lovers if'n the rumors be true. Come Sunday, well, no amount of carnal knowledge of each other's cock sheaths will help them."
Doc stops and watches the waves for a few, and wades knee deep as he works his way back to the hotel.
"Sarah... Sarah is one of those tumbleweed stars. You see she comes and goes with the wind. One minute she is here, wrestling matches, the next to parts unknown. Only every once and a while she shows up in some form of backstage authoritative position, only to get tossed back to the wolves before drifting away again. Seriously, it makes me want to sing...
Give me a beat down boys,
And free my soul.
I wanna get lost
In your lust and trolls,
Then drift away..."
Doc causally bends down to fish out a conch shell.
"Hell, I could go on all day about the comings and goings of Twilight, but that wouldn't really get me anywhere...
Lilith, well what can one say about that chuckleslut?
That woman is a level of crazy that not even Charlie Sheen's tiger blood could save his ass. Lilith is a Life-force killing assnozzle. This thundercunt is so far off the scale that all she wants is a bear.
Lilith doesn't want any of this bear. I'm iron tough, I've got a chest like a rug and I don't take no guff. Look, I saw the notes Frankie took, he wants the cock to be more of a cock huh? Well, guess what I realized at WAR...
Even if nobody believes in me, supports me, or recognizes my effort...
I'll keep going!
That's right, none of you fuckers want to give me a chance then y'all can choke on a bag of dicks because I'm gonna start with the people's title, then finish with the World..."
7 October 2016, 7:48 AM
Doc is standing at the end of the pier of the Ford Island Dog Park, his eyes overlooking the remains of the USS Utah. Sure the Arizona was on the other side of the island just ahead of the Mighty Missouri. However, Doc came here first.
"It's amazing to think, but there were technically three battleships that were total losses that sleepy Sunday morning 75 years ago this December. Sure, and deservedly so the Arizona and Oklahoma with their losses of 1,177 and 429 respectively garner the bulk of remembrance, we would be remised if we ignored the sacrifice of the 64 men still aboard their ship just off the shore here who's sacrifice was just as great.
It took just over twenty minutes from the start of the attack before she was a total loss. Sure, the old warhorse had been re-designated a target/AA training vessel, but at her heart, the old girl was still a Florida-class battleship with a distinguished service record.
Doc bowed his head in silence a few seconds before pulling a silk bag from inside his jacket. With slow and deliberate movement, Doc knelt and emptied the contents into the water. Standing he looked out at the wreck as a single red poppy petal for each life lost floated towards their final resting place...
***************
Waikiki Beach
8 October 2016, 5:45 AM
Doc is running along the waterline, water splashing as the tide rolls in and out. There is something to be said of running in the sand, the resistance, and shifting making each step just that much more difficult, forcing one to push one's body even further...
As Doc crosses some finish line only he knows of, he slows to a walk, hands on head as he lets his muscles cool down. Slam was just a little over a day away, and he wasn't going let up.
Walking into the waves, Doc stopped waist deep, turned to the shore and fell backwards with a splash. Wiping his eyes as he surfaced, Doc seemed to notice the camera for the first time. "Well, color me surprised, seems we can't go anywhere without a Dub camera crew finding us..."
"Come on Doc, you know we're supposed to get your comments..."
Doc just shrugged as he floated, then rolled over and began to lazily swim the direction he just came from, the WCF film crew following on dry land...
***************
Barefoot Beach Cafe, Waikiki
7:13 AM
Doc is sitting at an outside table nursing a large cup of coffee and awaiting his breakfast. The sun is up, the beauties are out, and the Southern Rogue is on the prowl...
As he gazes out over the Pacific, the waitress serves his Garlic Shrimp and Egg platter as only the Hawai'ians can make. Doc smiles and digs in.
After finishing his meal, Doc leaves a heafty tip with his payment and strolls off down the beach...
"WAR didn't go exactly like I wanted, but at least I didn't get pinned in under two minutes...
Oh, wait...
Lilith did... Yes one of my opponents this week was eliminated faster than a virgin on prom night. When I saw the card for Slam, I'll admit, I was a tad disappointed at first, but then I got over it. You see, my partner for this week, the monster everyone fears, yet no one admits it is Oblivion."
Doc pauses to light a cigar with a match, the morning breeze causing him to hunch over and shield the flame.
"Now, it's no secret Oblivion and I have a past that is both friend and foe. You see, there is a level of respect between us. Where two men can see eye to eye when they are teamed up like this week, or, we can lock eyes in acknowledgement of one another and proceed to have a fight to make the gods jealous.
There is a chemistry there, a brotherhood born of competitive longevity. There are not many who have been in this company as long or longer than the two of us, and we have had many battles with and against each other. You see that is something that Twilight and Lilith lack. Sure they may have been friends once, even lovers if'n the rumors be true. Come Sunday, well, no amount of carnal knowledge of each other's cock sheaths will help them."
Doc stops and watches the waves for a few, and wades knee deep as he works his way back to the hotel.
"Sarah... Sarah is one of those tumbleweed stars. You see she comes and goes with the wind. One minute she is here, wrestling matches, the next to parts unknown. Only every once and a while she shows up in some form of backstage authoritative position, only to get tossed back to the wolves before drifting away again. Seriously, it makes me want to sing...
Give me a beat down boys,
And free my soul.
I wanna get lost
In your lust and trolls,
Then drift away..."
Doc causally bends down to fish out a conch shell.
"Hell, I could go on all day about the comings and goings of Twilight, but that wouldn't really get me anywhere...
Lilith, well what can one say about that chuckleslut?
That woman is a level of crazy that not even Charlie Sheen's tiger blood could save his ass. Lilith is a Life-force killing assnozzle. This thundercunt is so far off the scale that all she wants is a bear.
Lilith doesn't want any of this bear. I'm iron tough, I've got a chest like a rug and I don't take no guff. Look, I saw the notes Frankie took, he wants the cock to be more of a cock huh? Well, guess what I realized at WAR...
Even if nobody believes in me, supports me, or recognizes my effort...
I'll keep going!
That's right, none of you fuckers want to give me a chance then y'all can choke on a bag of dicks because I'm gonna start with the people's title, then finish with the World..."
