Post by Doc Henry on Sept 26, 2010 17:28:44 GMT -5
Doc Henry sits on a chair next to Hank Brown. They are in the back stage area of the ARCO Arena, a man pushes an port-a-potty past in the background. As a WCF crew member finishes clipping a mic to Doc's lapel, he sips his White Russian.
"This is WCF Correspondent Hank Brown, I'm here with one half of the Tag Team Champions, Doc Henry. Now, Doc tomorrow night is War, and you are mentioned as being a dark horse contender. Is there anything you are doing differently to prepare?"
Doc scratches his chin, "First of all Hank, it's World Tag Champion, and secondly, yes I'm preparing differently. This is the War match. There is nothing else like it anywhere. This match is more of a marathon than a sprint. 23 competitors all looking for one thing. The right to join a very exclusive club in this business, and to top it off, the World Title goes to the winner. Not a shot at the title, the title itself."
Doc sips his drink as Hank continues, "You seem pretty confident about this match Doc. Is there anyone you are keeping an eye on?"
"Obviously there is the main contenders Slickie T, Creeping Death, Oblivion, Greenfever, Logan, and Jay Price. Any of those men can be considered favorites. Then you have the group of guys who are on the cusp and considered possible winners, Jason Kash, Ace Garrison, D-Day, Johnny Reb, and myself. All of us capable of capitalizing on situations, and vaulting to the top." Doc finishes off his drink and sits back, "Then you have the true Darkhorses, midcarders, and proven talent, Russle Trombone, Fort Knox, Hotdog Mascot, Austin Adams, Adam Young. While the chances these men can win are slim, they can still run the odds and eliminate you, or even outlast. When in a match like War, everyone can be considered dangerous. Even the men left unmentioned."
"So, your saying one of the rookies could win?"
"It's possible Hank, anything can happen."
"But, you fully intend to win."
"That's right Hank, people call me a Dark Horse in this match, and several of the others seem to be overlooking me. That's perfectly ok with me, they won't see it coming until it's too late. In the War match, three seconds is all it takes to end someone's dreams, or in the case of Slickie, a career." Doc lights a cigarette.
"You do know it's illegal to smoke inside in California, right?"
"What are they gonna do? Arrest me for smokin'?" Doc blows smoke right in Hank's face to accentuate his point.
"Good point, why is it you think your more than a dark horse?"
"Well, Hank, let's take a look at things. For one, I'm a Two Time TV Champion, and a Three Time World Tag Champion. Add that to the fact, in only my first War match last year in Madison Square Garden, I entered third, eliminating Anastasia Petrova, and lasting over an hour, Third longest. Unfortunately I made the mistake of getting cocky, and a rookie named Tyler Derden took me out for a 25th place finish. A mistake I will NOT be repeating. As a matter of fact, I was going over the rules for the match, and oddly enough, the only one is pinfall or submission to eliminate an opponent. With men like Greenfever, Price, and Oblivion and his society, it'll pay to have an" Doc 'air quotes' "insurance policy."
"Are you planning something?"
"Hank, I'm not gonna give away my strategy, what do I look like, a rube? No, this War match is mine to win. I just hope that Slickie is still in when my number is called. It would be the ultimate pleasure, and honor to be the man that pinned him, and handed him his final loss. While I have the utmost respect for Slickie, it is now time for a new man to rise to the top, and That man is me."
"What about your tag partner Johnny Reb, will you be going after each other?"
"Hank, regardless of what others say or want, Reb and I are still friends. We are just having a difference of vision, and opinion. If we DO go after each other in the match, it's only business, nothing personal. Johnny understands just as much as I do that this is a singles match, and where if we wanted, we could work together, eventually it'll come down to ONE winner. While I wish him the best of luck, he knows that I'll pin him to win, and I'd expect him to do the same... Now, I need to be going..."
Doc stands and walks off, the camera panning to follow him. As he rounds the corner Dixie Pride appears out of the shadows staring his way, before looking around, a look of shame, concern, and heartbreak on her face before she covers it with a smile and heads towards Doc's dressing room...
"This is WCF Correspondent Hank Brown, I'm here with one half of the Tag Team Champions, Doc Henry. Now, Doc tomorrow night is War, and you are mentioned as being a dark horse contender. Is there anything you are doing differently to prepare?"
Doc scratches his chin, "First of all Hank, it's World Tag Champion, and secondly, yes I'm preparing differently. This is the War match. There is nothing else like it anywhere. This match is more of a marathon than a sprint. 23 competitors all looking for one thing. The right to join a very exclusive club in this business, and to top it off, the World Title goes to the winner. Not a shot at the title, the title itself."
Doc sips his drink as Hank continues, "You seem pretty confident about this match Doc. Is there anyone you are keeping an eye on?"
"Obviously there is the main contenders Slickie T, Creeping Death, Oblivion, Greenfever, Logan, and Jay Price. Any of those men can be considered favorites. Then you have the group of guys who are on the cusp and considered possible winners, Jason Kash, Ace Garrison, D-Day, Johnny Reb, and myself. All of us capable of capitalizing on situations, and vaulting to the top." Doc finishes off his drink and sits back, "Then you have the true Darkhorses, midcarders, and proven talent, Russle Trombone, Fort Knox, Hotdog Mascot, Austin Adams, Adam Young. While the chances these men can win are slim, they can still run the odds and eliminate you, or even outlast. When in a match like War, everyone can be considered dangerous. Even the men left unmentioned."
"So, your saying one of the rookies could win?"
"It's possible Hank, anything can happen."
"But, you fully intend to win."
"That's right Hank, people call me a Dark Horse in this match, and several of the others seem to be overlooking me. That's perfectly ok with me, they won't see it coming until it's too late. In the War match, three seconds is all it takes to end someone's dreams, or in the case of Slickie, a career." Doc lights a cigarette.
"You do know it's illegal to smoke inside in California, right?"
"What are they gonna do? Arrest me for smokin'?" Doc blows smoke right in Hank's face to accentuate his point.
"Good point, why is it you think your more than a dark horse?"
"Well, Hank, let's take a look at things. For one, I'm a Two Time TV Champion, and a Three Time World Tag Champion. Add that to the fact, in only my first War match last year in Madison Square Garden, I entered third, eliminating Anastasia Petrova, and lasting over an hour, Third longest. Unfortunately I made the mistake of getting cocky, and a rookie named Tyler Derden took me out for a 25th place finish. A mistake I will NOT be repeating. As a matter of fact, I was going over the rules for the match, and oddly enough, the only one is pinfall or submission to eliminate an opponent. With men like Greenfever, Price, and Oblivion and his society, it'll pay to have an" Doc 'air quotes' "insurance policy."
"Are you planning something?"
"Hank, I'm not gonna give away my strategy, what do I look like, a rube? No, this War match is mine to win. I just hope that Slickie is still in when my number is called. It would be the ultimate pleasure, and honor to be the man that pinned him, and handed him his final loss. While I have the utmost respect for Slickie, it is now time for a new man to rise to the top, and That man is me."
"What about your tag partner Johnny Reb, will you be going after each other?"
"Hank, regardless of what others say or want, Reb and I are still friends. We are just having a difference of vision, and opinion. If we DO go after each other in the match, it's only business, nothing personal. Johnny understands just as much as I do that this is a singles match, and where if we wanted, we could work together, eventually it'll come down to ONE winner. While I wish him the best of luck, he knows that I'll pin him to win, and I'd expect him to do the same... Now, I need to be going..."
Doc stands and walks off, the camera panning to follow him. As he rounds the corner Dixie Pride appears out of the shadows staring his way, before looking around, a look of shame, concern, and heartbreak on her face before she covers it with a smile and heads towards Doc's dressing room...
