Post by Doc Henry on May 2, 2011 16:48:44 GMT -5
Fog floats across the ground in Colorado Springs, casting an eerie vibe across the land. The early morning sunlight adding to the atmosphere. As our view of the skyline pans south, we catch a glimpse of the side of the World Arena. Instead of panning up wards, the shot raises up the building. A pair of black boots stands on the edge, as the legs come into frame, we see a black saddle coat fluttering as the camera continues to rise, bringing the face of Doc Henry into frame. As he lights up a cigarette, TnT can be seen behind him, both men nervous to be near the edge. Sure the fall wouldn't be too far, but it was more than they wanted to risk. Doc looked out over the still sleepy city, "John, Justin, you two are doing very well so far. But now is the time to male a statement. Go out there against Club Cool, and show those boys what real southern men can do in the ring."
TnT nodded and looked at each other, "John and I got this Doc, Club Cool wont know what the fuck hit them." John shook his head in agreement, "Those two posers are gonna regret the moment they pissed use off. They got lucky that Oblivion an Greenfever were in the match to divert our focus."
Doc looked over his shoulder and into the very depths of the two men, "Then you are ready. Go, finish your preparations, and send those two to Hell." As the two men gladly made their way to the stairwell, Doc went back to gazing over the populace. "Tonight, well tonight won't be nearly as serene and peaceful as it is up here, this morning. The innocent, the youthful, the old and experienced, all right now blissfully unawares of the fate that lays before them. I have said since One that 2011 was to be my year, and it has been a good start. I don't plan on winning more belts than I did last year, no I plan on winning just one more, the World Championship. Unlike the others out there, I will be holding on to it for the rest of the year. First, I will go into the battle royal, and eliminate the field claiming my rightful spot as #1 Contender."
Doc toes a rock and sends it off the edge to crash into a dumpster below. "13 other souls stand in my way, thirteen WCF stars that will fall. I would say superstars, but let's face it, Captain Punishment, Carnage, SteelToe Joe, Tek, and Eric Price are nothing more than fodder thrown in to make the match a little more fun. These five men are jobbers at best, not even worth the effort to mention, except to point out that they will be going over the top ropes first."
Doc sits on the edge, and pulls out his IPad 2. Setting it down next to him, he looks back as the fog starts to raise and dissipate. "King Jimmy Dean, last time you were here you rode the coattails of Chad Evans. The only thing you have going for you is the supposed size of your genitalia. Just because this is a battle royal, it by in no means indicates you'll be successful. I'll throw your ass out just as fast as a wet fart stains Markman's undies. Your even more pathetic than Ana Valentine. She at least has had some success on her own. Now though the little bitch is to busy getting railed by Bigfoot to be of any concern, as I proved at Explosion. And if your little mystery stalker gets in my way, I'll cut his fucking balls off, and shove them up his sorry ass."
Doc flicks his cigarette butt off the rooftop and it lands on the top of a nice expensive car, causing a burn mark on the paint, before being blown off. "Chris Avery, what the fuck have you been smoking?? Jesus Christ all mighty, the Man is holding you back? Really?? Really?!?! The only one holding your ass back is you, you no talented waste of space. When the fuck have you ever been able to contend for any kind of title where the competition is more than Jobbers. You have your head up Torture's ass so far that the methane is killing what few brain cells you had. You call me a redneck piece of trash, a Racist and claim that i can't muster discuss a wrestling match that I'm in So, I'm all talk, and no substance, is that it? You call my War Match performances into question? In War VII, you were one of the last ones in and got eliminated immediately..." Doc shakes his head, "Then at War VIII, where I entered 3rd by the way, you were 12th in and eliminated just as fast as the previous year. And you say you are gonna win this match??? Yeah, and Osama Bin Laden wasn't actually killed."
Doc stands up and unzips his fly, taking a piss off the building. Sighing with the relief, Doc gives the obligatory two shakes, because three is considered playing with it, before tucking himself away. Turning from the ledge, Doc bends down and grabs his IPad, and watches a vid on it, "Knoxville, obviously all that herbal your on has warped your mind. I am the toughest, meanest son of a bitch this company has ever seen, and just for your insolence, I'm gonna do to you what Kash did. I'm gonna break your fucking leg, then break your neck as I throw your sorry piece of shit ass out of the ring.
FPV, I don't know who the hell you think you are. First off, Ana and I are no lovers, in fact I hate the bitch. The only thing she is good for is collecting the jizz of big old wannabe wrestlers, and laying down with her nasty ass cunt open to the world. Consider yourself tested, you failed, now don't be a tool and show up in that ring tonight, I own it, and I don't want your blood to stain it."
As Doc lights another cigarette, a man bursts through the roof access door, drenched in piss. "You son of a bitch, how dare you piss on me!!! I'm gonna tear you limb from limb!!!" Doc just takes his hat and saddle coat off, and places his IPad on them. "Oh, please... Make my day, please I beg of you..." The man charges Doc, who simply drops to his belly as the man trips over his own feet and goes over the edge, screaming like a bitch until he thuds into the dumpster below. Doc picks himself up off the ground, and looks over the side, "Right where trash belongs..." The camera switches to a ground shot up at Doc as he disappears from view, before panning down to show blood dripping out of the bottom of the dumpster...
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Doc is now just in his wrestling gear, Mary rubbing down his shoulders, as he sits on the bench. As she works on his muscles, a set of triplets with nice sized tits walk up, in just towels. Mary sits on the bench next to Doc, and the trio go to work rubbing down both of them. "Now before that rude jack wagon interrupted me, I was about to comment on the rest of my opponents. Johnny Reb is a man I know better than any of the others, I dare say better than he knows himself. Johnny is a man lost, lost to himself and lost to the title picture. If'n he'd just embrace his inner fire, let the Demon within loose... Well, first He'd still be the World Champion. Until that happens, he's a liability to himself and this company."
Mary moans with pleasure as the woman working her over hits a sore spot and massages it out. "Don't forget about Nate Bishop dear. That man is seriously deranged, I think he has the hots for you. Not that I blame him, you are a sexual dynamo." Doc just shrugged, "Well, then i guess ill wear a buttplug so his skanky ass don't try to rape me..." Mary laughed as she stood when the woman finished. Raising her arms the nubile triplet helped her off with her shirt, and the two woman made their way towards the showers. "The man is sad, and fucking nuts. To think that I put Knoxville up to attacking him in our match. I didn't need it, nor did I ask for it. You see Knoxville stuck his nose into MY business and won't go unpunished. Just because I took full advantage of his actions does not mean I wanted them. Bet ready for a repeat of Explosion, bitch, as I toss you out right after you and Knoxville fellate each other.
D-Day, you I see as my biggest threat in this match. You are a formidable opponent, and despite the momentary lapse of sanity you showed in joining DangerTainment, I still respect you. Don't get all fuzzy and warm feeling though, because I still don't like you. Your right, we have had a storied history here. We signed within a month of each other, and have both risen through the ranks. We have had our own epic battles, and I even had fun playing off your name. You gotta admit, they were quite humorous.
Back to the point at hand, when it's been you and me straight up, I've come out with the W every time, in tag, or clusterfuck matches, well my one win to your seven. Once we add in the war matches, we can consider those a draw, leaving my record against you at 4/7/2. Don't let that go to your head though, because I am not the weak little man I once was. No, I am a cruel heartless monster who would stab his own mother in the eye to get my hands on the World Heavyweight Championship."
Doc looks down as one of the remaining triplets defends in front of him. Looking back at the camera, he gives a cheshire grin as he laughs, letting us know he is in fact getting his dick sucked. "Day, had you not had your head so far up Torture's ass, you'd know full well that my Confederate Championship is it's own belt entirely. I had it ordered to be made before I won the United States Title, and unveiled it the week after I claimed the US Title for my own. I am still the Confederate Champ, and I'll soon be once again a double champion, the World Confederate Champion to be exact. As for Southern Pride, well, your wrong once more, because I'm not 'babysitting' TnT, no I'm taking rookies on under my wing, showing them the ropes, and putting the polish on them to become one of the greatest tag teams ever. I'm making this company better, by helping to train future champions. What are you doing? I'll tell you, retiring old washed up has beens like Torture. Were you half as good as you claim, you would have kicked his ass the first time out. Instead you squeaked out a win against someone whose career has one foot in the grave. That right there proves your, yet again, wrong about winning tonight."
Doc stands and waves the women towards the shower, where moans of pleasure can be heard. "As for El Masturbation aka Pulse II, you so muck as show your face during the match, and I'll end your career before it even begins..."
With that, Doc strips down and makes his way to the orgy already in progress in the shower, his muscular ass and back on display as the scene fades...
TnT nodded and looked at each other, "John and I got this Doc, Club Cool wont know what the fuck hit them." John shook his head in agreement, "Those two posers are gonna regret the moment they pissed use off. They got lucky that Oblivion an Greenfever were in the match to divert our focus."
Doc looked over his shoulder and into the very depths of the two men, "Then you are ready. Go, finish your preparations, and send those two to Hell." As the two men gladly made their way to the stairwell, Doc went back to gazing over the populace. "Tonight, well tonight won't be nearly as serene and peaceful as it is up here, this morning. The innocent, the youthful, the old and experienced, all right now blissfully unawares of the fate that lays before them. I have said since One that 2011 was to be my year, and it has been a good start. I don't plan on winning more belts than I did last year, no I plan on winning just one more, the World Championship. Unlike the others out there, I will be holding on to it for the rest of the year. First, I will go into the battle royal, and eliminate the field claiming my rightful spot as #1 Contender."
Doc toes a rock and sends it off the edge to crash into a dumpster below. "13 other souls stand in my way, thirteen WCF stars that will fall. I would say superstars, but let's face it, Captain Punishment, Carnage, SteelToe Joe, Tek, and Eric Price are nothing more than fodder thrown in to make the match a little more fun. These five men are jobbers at best, not even worth the effort to mention, except to point out that they will be going over the top ropes first."
Doc sits on the edge, and pulls out his IPad 2. Setting it down next to him, he looks back as the fog starts to raise and dissipate. "King Jimmy Dean, last time you were here you rode the coattails of Chad Evans. The only thing you have going for you is the supposed size of your genitalia. Just because this is a battle royal, it by in no means indicates you'll be successful. I'll throw your ass out just as fast as a wet fart stains Markman's undies. Your even more pathetic than Ana Valentine. She at least has had some success on her own. Now though the little bitch is to busy getting railed by Bigfoot to be of any concern, as I proved at Explosion. And if your little mystery stalker gets in my way, I'll cut his fucking balls off, and shove them up his sorry ass."
Doc flicks his cigarette butt off the rooftop and it lands on the top of a nice expensive car, causing a burn mark on the paint, before being blown off. "Chris Avery, what the fuck have you been smoking?? Jesus Christ all mighty, the Man is holding you back? Really?? Really?!?! The only one holding your ass back is you, you no talented waste of space. When the fuck have you ever been able to contend for any kind of title where the competition is more than Jobbers. You have your head up Torture's ass so far that the methane is killing what few brain cells you had. You call me a redneck piece of trash, a Racist and claim that i can't muster discuss a wrestling match that I'm in So, I'm all talk, and no substance, is that it? You call my War Match performances into question? In War VII, you were one of the last ones in and got eliminated immediately..." Doc shakes his head, "Then at War VIII, where I entered 3rd by the way, you were 12th in and eliminated just as fast as the previous year. And you say you are gonna win this match??? Yeah, and Osama Bin Laden wasn't actually killed."
Doc stands up and unzips his fly, taking a piss off the building. Sighing with the relief, Doc gives the obligatory two shakes, because three is considered playing with it, before tucking himself away. Turning from the ledge, Doc bends down and grabs his IPad, and watches a vid on it, "Knoxville, obviously all that herbal your on has warped your mind. I am the toughest, meanest son of a bitch this company has ever seen, and just for your insolence, I'm gonna do to you what Kash did. I'm gonna break your fucking leg, then break your neck as I throw your sorry piece of shit ass out of the ring.
FPV, I don't know who the hell you think you are. First off, Ana and I are no lovers, in fact I hate the bitch. The only thing she is good for is collecting the jizz of big old wannabe wrestlers, and laying down with her nasty ass cunt open to the world. Consider yourself tested, you failed, now don't be a tool and show up in that ring tonight, I own it, and I don't want your blood to stain it."
As Doc lights another cigarette, a man bursts through the roof access door, drenched in piss. "You son of a bitch, how dare you piss on me!!! I'm gonna tear you limb from limb!!!" Doc just takes his hat and saddle coat off, and places his IPad on them. "Oh, please... Make my day, please I beg of you..." The man charges Doc, who simply drops to his belly as the man trips over his own feet and goes over the edge, screaming like a bitch until he thuds into the dumpster below. Doc picks himself up off the ground, and looks over the side, "Right where trash belongs..." The camera switches to a ground shot up at Doc as he disappears from view, before panning down to show blood dripping out of the bottom of the dumpster...
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Doc is now just in his wrestling gear, Mary rubbing down his shoulders, as he sits on the bench. As she works on his muscles, a set of triplets with nice sized tits walk up, in just towels. Mary sits on the bench next to Doc, and the trio go to work rubbing down both of them. "Now before that rude jack wagon interrupted me, I was about to comment on the rest of my opponents. Johnny Reb is a man I know better than any of the others, I dare say better than he knows himself. Johnny is a man lost, lost to himself and lost to the title picture. If'n he'd just embrace his inner fire, let the Demon within loose... Well, first He'd still be the World Champion. Until that happens, he's a liability to himself and this company."
Mary moans with pleasure as the woman working her over hits a sore spot and massages it out. "Don't forget about Nate Bishop dear. That man is seriously deranged, I think he has the hots for you. Not that I blame him, you are a sexual dynamo." Doc just shrugged, "Well, then i guess ill wear a buttplug so his skanky ass don't try to rape me..." Mary laughed as she stood when the woman finished. Raising her arms the nubile triplet helped her off with her shirt, and the two woman made their way towards the showers. "The man is sad, and fucking nuts. To think that I put Knoxville up to attacking him in our match. I didn't need it, nor did I ask for it. You see Knoxville stuck his nose into MY business and won't go unpunished. Just because I took full advantage of his actions does not mean I wanted them. Bet ready for a repeat of Explosion, bitch, as I toss you out right after you and Knoxville fellate each other.
D-Day, you I see as my biggest threat in this match. You are a formidable opponent, and despite the momentary lapse of sanity you showed in joining DangerTainment, I still respect you. Don't get all fuzzy and warm feeling though, because I still don't like you. Your right, we have had a storied history here. We signed within a month of each other, and have both risen through the ranks. We have had our own epic battles, and I even had fun playing off your name. You gotta admit, they were quite humorous.
Back to the point at hand, when it's been you and me straight up, I've come out with the W every time, in tag, or clusterfuck matches, well my one win to your seven. Once we add in the war matches, we can consider those a draw, leaving my record against you at 4/7/2. Don't let that go to your head though, because I am not the weak little man I once was. No, I am a cruel heartless monster who would stab his own mother in the eye to get my hands on the World Heavyweight Championship."
Doc looks down as one of the remaining triplets defends in front of him. Looking back at the camera, he gives a cheshire grin as he laughs, letting us know he is in fact getting his dick sucked. "Day, had you not had your head so far up Torture's ass, you'd know full well that my Confederate Championship is it's own belt entirely. I had it ordered to be made before I won the United States Title, and unveiled it the week after I claimed the US Title for my own. I am still the Confederate Champ, and I'll soon be once again a double champion, the World Confederate Champion to be exact. As for Southern Pride, well, your wrong once more, because I'm not 'babysitting' TnT, no I'm taking rookies on under my wing, showing them the ropes, and putting the polish on them to become one of the greatest tag teams ever. I'm making this company better, by helping to train future champions. What are you doing? I'll tell you, retiring old washed up has beens like Torture. Were you half as good as you claim, you would have kicked his ass the first time out. Instead you squeaked out a win against someone whose career has one foot in the grave. That right there proves your, yet again, wrong about winning tonight."
Doc stands and waves the women towards the shower, where moans of pleasure can be heard. "As for El Masturbation aka Pulse II, you so muck as show your face during the match, and I'll end your career before it even begins..."
With that, Doc strips down and makes his way to the orgy already in progress in the shower, his muscular ass and back on display as the scene fades...
