Post by Doc Henry on Nov 22, 2009 0:26:36 GMT -5
Doc stands outrside the Qwest Arena, puffing on a cigarette, a bottle of 'shine in his hand, sipping it lightly. As he looks up at the façade, he blows a large puff of smoke.
"Well, here we go once more, putting our bodies on the line, and for whom? The fans? Our own egos? Some misguided sadistic pleasures?"
Looking out the corner of his eyes at the camera over his shoulder he waves at the building.
"This Monday at Slam, a new beginning will be seen, the South will return, but better. You see what the history books don't tell you is that the little tiff between the states was rather unnecessary, as we were moving away from slavery anyhow."
Downing a large gulp of his drink, Doc smiles, "But I digress, Reb and I will be setting an example, as the future Tag Champs. You see, we do what we want, when we want, and have fun doing it."
Doc's eyes close as his head leans back and he sighs. A few moments later, his buxom wife appears from the bottom of the screen as she kisses him.
Doc smiles like he's the grand master of the Universe. "That's what our opponants Cash, and this failed mascot, or what ever he is don't get. Life is to be enjoyed."
As he walks the camera and Mary follow. Pulling a small cloth from his pocket, he pours the 'shine over it briefly before wicking it into the bottle. Pulling his zippo, he sparks a small flame. "Just like this small flame a new wrestler comes into the business. After some mild success, he blossoms into a small blaze." Doc then lights the cloth as he speaks. "Most careers end here, like that of our opponants." Holding the bottle up, he looks at it for a bit. "Unlike these flash-in-the-pans," Doc gives the bottle a small forward toss and it busts, creating a small explosion. "Reb and I are not just the cream on top, no we're the cherry's at the apex. And we're just getting started."
Doc then sits down, next to a ring of stones, within which contain the blaze started by his molotov cocktail. Picking up a stick with a hotdog on it he smiles as he begins roasting it over the open flame...
"Well, here we go once more, putting our bodies on the line, and for whom? The fans? Our own egos? Some misguided sadistic pleasures?"
Looking out the corner of his eyes at the camera over his shoulder he waves at the building.
"This Monday at Slam, a new beginning will be seen, the South will return, but better. You see what the history books don't tell you is that the little tiff between the states was rather unnecessary, as we were moving away from slavery anyhow."
Downing a large gulp of his drink, Doc smiles, "But I digress, Reb and I will be setting an example, as the future Tag Champs. You see, we do what we want, when we want, and have fun doing it."
Doc's eyes close as his head leans back and he sighs. A few moments later, his buxom wife appears from the bottom of the screen as she kisses him.
Doc smiles like he's the grand master of the Universe. "That's what our opponants Cash, and this failed mascot, or what ever he is don't get. Life is to be enjoyed."
As he walks the camera and Mary follow. Pulling a small cloth from his pocket, he pours the 'shine over it briefly before wicking it into the bottle. Pulling his zippo, he sparks a small flame. "Just like this small flame a new wrestler comes into the business. After some mild success, he blossoms into a small blaze." Doc then lights the cloth as he speaks. "Most careers end here, like that of our opponants." Holding the bottle up, he looks at it for a bit. "Unlike these flash-in-the-pans," Doc gives the bottle a small forward toss and it busts, creating a small explosion. "Reb and I are not just the cream on top, no we're the cherry's at the apex. And we're just getting started."
Doc then sits down, next to a ring of stones, within which contain the blaze started by his molotov cocktail. Picking up a stick with a hotdog on it he smiles as he begins roasting it over the open flame...
