Post by Doc Henry on May 19, 2011 13:31:29 GMT -5
As the camera fades in, we see Doc Henry in his own ring, in his home gym. A Steel cage has been erected, and Doc stands in the center. "Logan, I tell ya, I was happy to see you back. Then you had to go and get in a cheap shot. Well you picked wrong person to piss off. Logan, we have had battles in the past, and I hate to tell you, I'm not the midcarder you remember. I have morphed into something beyond what you have seen before. I could care less how much you spout Boudle or shut up. Posture all you want, it just shows that you are worried."
Doc walks to the cage and grabs hold, "Are you still celebrating XIII? Whoopee, you took out Jay Price. That little twerp put the suck in success, and Lerch loved every second of it. What do ya want for your efforts, a cookie? I see that you liked your ketchup surprise. I'm pretty sure the 'Scot enjoyed it, bitch popped a boner. Now, I'm not gonna go making gay jokes, you covered that, your gay, and your a joke. Speaking of XIII, did you like my match? I did..." Doc begins to scale the side of the cage. Sitting on the corner he looks down at the camera, "Inside these demonic structures, I am a caged nightmare. I didn't even care about the House Of Pain, that was just good old fashioned fun. This cage match, however, my demented evil side will come to play. Logan, you talk about being in this company from it's infancy, and while that is impressive, it also makes you an old dog. You may be a multi time champion of all sorts, and once was the top dog, but there is only two options for when an old top dog like you gets to the point where you just can't hang with the young pit bulls. One is to reward those efforts and put them out to stud, and the other is to tie them to a tree and blow their fucking brains out. That's what I'm gonna do Logan, I'm gonna put you down. You may just be a monster, but I am the purest form of evil. You take every opponent you ever faced, even my former self, and toss them into a blender, and place that into a glass, you'll come up with a pussified version. Kinda like a virgin margarita next to the real thing... Me."
Doc stands up, and smiles, "You start in on me being proud of my heritage, like some punk bitch trying to get under my skin. Nice try, but it makes no difference, trace every person's family heritage back, and you'll find they came either from slave owners or slaves themselves. So for me to wear my pride on my belt is just the start. Unlike the other belts in this company, my belt is made of 24 carat solid gold, with Swarovski crystals inlaid around the states. Not only that, but due to contractual fine print, it is a belt here with this company, and has it's own rules. Thanks to CD shutting us down last year, Lerch needed money, and I obliged... For a price...
Now, I'm not gonna judge you for your sexcapades with the 'Scot. I am a fan of pussy, but I have been in my share of sexually charged orgies. I think most people know that in those situations, sexual openness is required if you want any pleasure from it. But for you to say that johnny Reb was my little ass bandit... HAHAHA!!! I shelved him, and i hope he stays out for his own good. Reb was taken out by me, because he deserved it, he started it back in GWC. The little bitch decided to piss me off and just try to screw me over, and left it unfinished. I bided my time, went and trained extensively and then came here. Under a guise of forgiveness, we teamed up for a reign of dominance on the tag title scene like never before. Even though I consider him a brother, I never forgot, so I finished it. Johnny was World Champion when I got here, and it appears he just couldn't hack it. So what did he do? He rode my coat tails, became a disgrace to himself and his heritage and I took him out. Because I consider him ans love him as a brother, I left him able to pursue another career if he chooses. You Logan, will be lucky if I leave you wheelchair bound, and not a vegetable hooked up to life sustaining machines. You thought Torture made you his bitch, well, I'm gonna own you so bad, that you'll still be Torts bitch as he is mine..." The camera zooms out to show a man taped to a table, wearing the same ring gear as Logan. His mouth is gagged with a rubber dog toy hot dog. Doc smiles as he leaps off the top of the cage, crashing through the man and table back first. As the camera operator moves forward, we see Doc laying on top of the now unconscious man, as he himself is rolling in pain. Speaking through the pain, he looks at the camera, "Now... See... That was... Fun... And just a... Little... Taste of the... Doom you'll face... Boudle..." Doc stands slowly, and the camera fades as Doc turns and pisses on the unconscious man...
Doc walks to the cage and grabs hold, "Are you still celebrating XIII? Whoopee, you took out Jay Price. That little twerp put the suck in success, and Lerch loved every second of it. What do ya want for your efforts, a cookie? I see that you liked your ketchup surprise. I'm pretty sure the 'Scot enjoyed it, bitch popped a boner. Now, I'm not gonna go making gay jokes, you covered that, your gay, and your a joke. Speaking of XIII, did you like my match? I did..." Doc begins to scale the side of the cage. Sitting on the corner he looks down at the camera, "Inside these demonic structures, I am a caged nightmare. I didn't even care about the House Of Pain, that was just good old fashioned fun. This cage match, however, my demented evil side will come to play. Logan, you talk about being in this company from it's infancy, and while that is impressive, it also makes you an old dog. You may be a multi time champion of all sorts, and once was the top dog, but there is only two options for when an old top dog like you gets to the point where you just can't hang with the young pit bulls. One is to reward those efforts and put them out to stud, and the other is to tie them to a tree and blow their fucking brains out. That's what I'm gonna do Logan, I'm gonna put you down. You may just be a monster, but I am the purest form of evil. You take every opponent you ever faced, even my former self, and toss them into a blender, and place that into a glass, you'll come up with a pussified version. Kinda like a virgin margarita next to the real thing... Me."
Doc stands up, and smiles, "You start in on me being proud of my heritage, like some punk bitch trying to get under my skin. Nice try, but it makes no difference, trace every person's family heritage back, and you'll find they came either from slave owners or slaves themselves. So for me to wear my pride on my belt is just the start. Unlike the other belts in this company, my belt is made of 24 carat solid gold, with Swarovski crystals inlaid around the states. Not only that, but due to contractual fine print, it is a belt here with this company, and has it's own rules. Thanks to CD shutting us down last year, Lerch needed money, and I obliged... For a price...
Now, I'm not gonna judge you for your sexcapades with the 'Scot. I am a fan of pussy, but I have been in my share of sexually charged orgies. I think most people know that in those situations, sexual openness is required if you want any pleasure from it. But for you to say that johnny Reb was my little ass bandit... HAHAHA!!! I shelved him, and i hope he stays out for his own good. Reb was taken out by me, because he deserved it, he started it back in GWC. The little bitch decided to piss me off and just try to screw me over, and left it unfinished. I bided my time, went and trained extensively and then came here. Under a guise of forgiveness, we teamed up for a reign of dominance on the tag title scene like never before. Even though I consider him a brother, I never forgot, so I finished it. Johnny was World Champion when I got here, and it appears he just couldn't hack it. So what did he do? He rode my coat tails, became a disgrace to himself and his heritage and I took him out. Because I consider him ans love him as a brother, I left him able to pursue another career if he chooses. You Logan, will be lucky if I leave you wheelchair bound, and not a vegetable hooked up to life sustaining machines. You thought Torture made you his bitch, well, I'm gonna own you so bad, that you'll still be Torts bitch as he is mine..." The camera zooms out to show a man taped to a table, wearing the same ring gear as Logan. His mouth is gagged with a rubber dog toy hot dog. Doc smiles as he leaps off the top of the cage, crashing through the man and table back first. As the camera operator moves forward, we see Doc laying on top of the now unconscious man, as he himself is rolling in pain. Speaking through the pain, he looks at the camera, "Now... See... That was... Fun... And just a... Little... Taste of the... Doom you'll face... Boudle..." Doc stands slowly, and the camera fades as Doc turns and pisses on the unconscious man...
