Post by Doc Henry on Oct 19, 2009 4:49:57 GMT -5
Doc Henry sits on a chair in a darkened lockerroom, lacing his boots. Looking up, he sees the camera.
"Well Slam is just a few hours away. Tonight Logan you will be leaving the arena a few pounds lighter. You want me to bring it, well, consider it brought."
Leaning back, he lights a cigarette. "You see Logan, you just don't get it. The US Title is no longer your concern. Your holding on to your past, and that is never a good thing. I will be taking that title and I will pin you, hell I may even make you tap out to the Jackpot. Yeah that'd work, I haven't used that on anyone yet, I'll break the move in on you."
Standing he walks to the bathroom, and shuts the door, we hear his muffle voice over the sound of his pee. "Logan, it's almost a shame you have nothing bad to say about me. After slam you will, after I beat you in that ring." The toilet flushes and the sink runs a few before Doc reemerges. "You see Logan, I do respect you, hell, you've made it possible in a way for me to be in this company. But that is where your assistance to my career stops. You want me to take that Title, ok fine I will. I'll take it, because it's mine. You've just been a place holder. I thank you for that, really I do."
Pouring himself a glass of premium malt liquer, he smiles. "Even after I take the title, I'll be more than happy to join you in that ring at Helloween as we take out Torture's little buttplugs. Yeah that's right, me the US Champ, you the man that'll be known as the guy who ended Torture's reign, and Either Petrova or Rodriguez as TV Champ. Four of the best this business has to offer taking out the Team of Trash.
Take heart, Logan, times change, and it's now time for me to be carrying gold. Yes the awesomeness of Slam when I win will go down as a career match, not only for me, but you too. The man, that's you Logan, who Doc Henry beat to begin his glorious rise to to pinacle of this industry. Be ready, that's all I have to say, be ready..."
"Well Slam is just a few hours away. Tonight Logan you will be leaving the arena a few pounds lighter. You want me to bring it, well, consider it brought."
Leaning back, he lights a cigarette. "You see Logan, you just don't get it. The US Title is no longer your concern. Your holding on to your past, and that is never a good thing. I will be taking that title and I will pin you, hell I may even make you tap out to the Jackpot. Yeah that'd work, I haven't used that on anyone yet, I'll break the move in on you."
Standing he walks to the bathroom, and shuts the door, we hear his muffle voice over the sound of his pee. "Logan, it's almost a shame you have nothing bad to say about me. After slam you will, after I beat you in that ring." The toilet flushes and the sink runs a few before Doc reemerges. "You see Logan, I do respect you, hell, you've made it possible in a way for me to be in this company. But that is where your assistance to my career stops. You want me to take that Title, ok fine I will. I'll take it, because it's mine. You've just been a place holder. I thank you for that, really I do."
Pouring himself a glass of premium malt liquer, he smiles. "Even after I take the title, I'll be more than happy to join you in that ring at Helloween as we take out Torture's little buttplugs. Yeah that's right, me the US Champ, you the man that'll be known as the guy who ended Torture's reign, and Either Petrova or Rodriguez as TV Champ. Four of the best this business has to offer taking out the Team of Trash.
Take heart, Logan, times change, and it's now time for me to be carrying gold. Yes the awesomeness of Slam when I win will go down as a career match, not only for me, but you too. The man, that's you Logan, who Doc Henry beat to begin his glorious rise to to pinacle of this industry. Be ready, that's all I have to say, be ready..."
