Post by Doc Henry on Oct 17, 2009 20:10:00 GMT -5
Camera opens to show a shot of the Verizon Wireless Center from about 3,000 feet up. Drawing back we pan to see Doc Henry sitting in a jumpsuit and a parachute.
"Here we are, just a couple days out of the biggest Slam this year. Yep, that's right, a turning point for the whole company."
Doc pulls a set of clear goggles over his eyes, and steps to the open hatch. Looking sideways at the camera, he smiles. "This Monday at Slam, I'll be winning the U.S. Title. Anyone thinking that this is my biggest opponant is right. Logan is one hell of a competitor, and not going to be easy. Good! I like a challenge."
Grabbing the sides of the hatch, Doc sinks into a squat. A small light changes from red to green indicating he's been cleared to jump. With a yell of 'Hoo'yah', he jumps out.
The camera follows and watches him from the plane as Doc drops away. After a few moments the camera switches to a ground view as we see a 'chute open. A few minutes pass as Doc decends to land and approach the camera.
"Now I have nothing personally with Logan, and I look forward to our match against the Transexuals Of Torture. It's about time they get put in their place. Here's the good news Logan, at least you won't be losing the belt to that overrated group of hacks."
Gathering his 'chute up, he hands it to a man in a WCF t-shirt.
"Logan you've had a good run, but it's coming to an end. Sure your still one hell of a force in this company, but I'm younger, a hair faster, and more hungry. You have enough to worry about Going after Torture, so I'll do you a favor and alleviate a bit of that stress by taking the Title off your hands."
As Doc grabs a door handle, we find out we're actually on the roof of the Verizon Wireless Center.
"Logan, your of a high enough caliber you should be going after the World Title, 'specially with the number one contender now taking Tort's number one up the number two chute. Hell your a proven Champ. Let's see an XWA US Champ, XWA Tag Champ, HIW World Champ, HIW Hall of Famer, WCF TV Champ, two time WCF Tag Champ, four time WCF World Champ, five time WCF US Champ, WCF Hall of Famer, and two time War winner. Hell your a fucking legend.
Unfortunately all legends suffer loss and Slam will be another one for you. Don't worry though, like all legends that fumble, you'll come back stronger. So feel good that I'm gonna beat you and take that US title that I've rightfully earned. I've proved myself several times and never really lost the last match I had for the belt. That title is mine and it's leaving Wisconsin with ME. It's my time now..."
Doc smirks a cocky triumphant smile and jerks open the door, walking through. Fade out on closed door....
"Here we are, just a couple days out of the biggest Slam this year. Yep, that's right, a turning point for the whole company."
Doc pulls a set of clear goggles over his eyes, and steps to the open hatch. Looking sideways at the camera, he smiles. "This Monday at Slam, I'll be winning the U.S. Title. Anyone thinking that this is my biggest opponant is right. Logan is one hell of a competitor, and not going to be easy. Good! I like a challenge."
Grabbing the sides of the hatch, Doc sinks into a squat. A small light changes from red to green indicating he's been cleared to jump. With a yell of 'Hoo'yah', he jumps out.
The camera follows and watches him from the plane as Doc drops away. After a few moments the camera switches to a ground view as we see a 'chute open. A few minutes pass as Doc decends to land and approach the camera.
"Now I have nothing personally with Logan, and I look forward to our match against the Transexuals Of Torture. It's about time they get put in their place. Here's the good news Logan, at least you won't be losing the belt to that overrated group of hacks."
Gathering his 'chute up, he hands it to a man in a WCF t-shirt.
"Logan you've had a good run, but it's coming to an end. Sure your still one hell of a force in this company, but I'm younger, a hair faster, and more hungry. You have enough to worry about Going after Torture, so I'll do you a favor and alleviate a bit of that stress by taking the Title off your hands."
As Doc grabs a door handle, we find out we're actually on the roof of the Verizon Wireless Center.
"Logan, your of a high enough caliber you should be going after the World Title, 'specially with the number one contender now taking Tort's number one up the number two chute. Hell your a proven Champ. Let's see an XWA US Champ, XWA Tag Champ, HIW World Champ, HIW Hall of Famer, WCF TV Champ, two time WCF Tag Champ, four time WCF World Champ, five time WCF US Champ, WCF Hall of Famer, and two time War winner. Hell your a fucking legend.
Unfortunately all legends suffer loss and Slam will be another one for you. Don't worry though, like all legends that fumble, you'll come back stronger. So feel good that I'm gonna beat you and take that US title that I've rightfully earned. I've proved myself several times and never really lost the last match I had for the belt. That title is mine and it's leaving Wisconsin with ME. It's my time now..."
Doc smirks a cocky triumphant smile and jerks open the door, walking through. Fade out on closed door....
