Post by Doc Henry on Jan 17, 2010 18:24:32 GMT -5
Camera opens on Doc, sitting in a sauna, a towel around his waist, and one wrapped around his neck as he lounges. Sitting next to him in a suit and tie is Hank Brown.
"Doc this week The New Confederacy teams with K-Hard and Alex Jones from the Big Time Jerks, who want those tag titles back. To add to that your opponants are D-Day, The Royal Family, who say they are gonna take your titles, and the United States Champion, Ace Slaughter."
"Yes, it'll be quite the match won't it?"
"So your not to worried?"
"No Hank, we're not. Firstly the Titles are not on the lines, secondly, well Reb and I are the best team there is." Doc leans forward, "Speaking of teams, let's look at them. On ours we have Kevin Hardaway, a damn fine wrestler, and obviouosy he's got a bone to pick with Ace Slaughter. Then we have Alex Jones, part of the BTJ's... Apparantly Lerch thinks it'd be a good draw what with us liberating the Tag Titles from them..."
Doc looks at Hank and smiles, "As for our opponants, well, we have first D-Day, don't know why he's in it, a jobber filling the team out I guess... Ace slaughter, as I mentioned earlier, him and K-Hard have their own thing..."
doc lays back closing his eyes, and several beats pass before Hank speaks up, "And the......"
Doc kicks Hanks shin, "Another Jobber and a Bobby Cairo wannabe. I've seen some of the crap they have been spewing and it's quite histerical. First they think they are in the same league as me and Reb, which is laughable..." at which point Doc does laugh, "Then it gets even better, they talk about the size of their junk. Since when did that have anything to do with talent in the ring? Never, hell if that was the case John Holmes woulda been the best ever. Still I mean really, the only time people brag that much about their size is when they aren't packing more than a toddler, am I right there Hank ol' boy?"
Hank's face gets red and he drops his head, as Doc continues. "Now, pay attention, as this week we show why we are the best Tag Team ever, and that noone poses a threat to oilur belts..."
Doc stands and grabs Hank by the arm, escourting him out of the sauna, before slamming the door in his face. Hank looks sheepishly at the camera as it fades to black...
"Doc this week The New Confederacy teams with K-Hard and Alex Jones from the Big Time Jerks, who want those tag titles back. To add to that your opponants are D-Day, The Royal Family, who say they are gonna take your titles, and the United States Champion, Ace Slaughter."
"Yes, it'll be quite the match won't it?"
"So your not to worried?"
"No Hank, we're not. Firstly the Titles are not on the lines, secondly, well Reb and I are the best team there is." Doc leans forward, "Speaking of teams, let's look at them. On ours we have Kevin Hardaway, a damn fine wrestler, and obviouosy he's got a bone to pick with Ace Slaughter. Then we have Alex Jones, part of the BTJ's... Apparantly Lerch thinks it'd be a good draw what with us liberating the Tag Titles from them..."
Doc looks at Hank and smiles, "As for our opponants, well, we have first D-Day, don't know why he's in it, a jobber filling the team out I guess... Ace slaughter, as I mentioned earlier, him and K-Hard have their own thing..."
doc lays back closing his eyes, and several beats pass before Hank speaks up, "And the......"
Doc kicks Hanks shin, "Another Jobber and a Bobby Cairo wannabe. I've seen some of the crap they have been spewing and it's quite histerical. First they think they are in the same league as me and Reb, which is laughable..." at which point Doc does laugh, "Then it gets even better, they talk about the size of their junk. Since when did that have anything to do with talent in the ring? Never, hell if that was the case John Holmes woulda been the best ever. Still I mean really, the only time people brag that much about their size is when they aren't packing more than a toddler, am I right there Hank ol' boy?"
Hank's face gets red and he drops his head, as Doc continues. "Now, pay attention, as this week we show why we are the best Tag Team ever, and that noone poses a threat to oilur belts..."
Doc stands and grabs Hank by the arm, escourting him out of the sauna, before slamming the door in his face. Hank looks sheepishly at the camera as it fades to black...
