Post by Doc Henry on May 23, 2011 9:17:38 GMT -5
The camera opens on a men's bathroom, and several stalls. As the camera moves down the wall we hear someone whistling Dixie. As the camera passes the middle stall, the whistling stops and the door swings open. Doc Henry is sitting on the toilet, pants around his ankles and a folded newspaper in his lap. "Now, welcome to my throne room. Logan you could never even attempt to cut a promo good enough so I thought I'd parody myself real quick like." Doc begins to sing, "Doc is a prick, Doc is a fag, Doc takes it in the ass like coke whore hag. Boudle this, Boudle that, the 'Scot fucked Logan in the ass with a baseball bat..." A couple splashes echo out, as Doc reaches for the door, "Now, I'm gonna finish taking the Browns to the Superbowl, wait outside." The camera cuts to black as the stall door is slammed shut.
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Doc is standing in the rafters of the arena, below him hangs the steel cage."Boudle this, Boudle that, the 'Scot fucked Logan in the ass with a baseball bat..." Doc turns around his eyes hooded by his hat. "So, Logan, you think you are so clever don't you. I could care less what sick games you and the 'Scot like to play. Whore his ass out on the street all you want, I'm sure you can use the money. You ain't got what it takes to last in the cage with me. So, you can keep your ticket. I've been to Connecter City before. I wasn't at all impressed with what I saw. Just like you, Connector City is a waste if perfectly good space. Keep saying the same things over and over again all you want, you'll never beat me. You see Logan, you may have once been the shit in this company, but now your just another one trick pony. A washed up hack, lookin to reclaim the glory of your youth. That's why I'm gonna bury you. I'm tired of guys like you and Torture. Old farts who can't let go and fade into the nothingness." Doc begins to walk along the catwalk, his boots ringing out an ominous tempo. "-Boudle this, Boudle that, the 'Scot fucked Logan in the ass with a baseball bat..." Doc stops, and begins to hook himself into repelling gear. "You once were called The Face Of Treachery, and to this day you try to keep that mantle. Really? Really Logan? Really??? Tell me, when was the last time you were treacherous? Don't you dare say against your brother. Why don't you do something really treacherous, like kicking the shit outta your little butt smuggling friend." Doc tosses the rope over the railing and it flutters to the floor. Doc smiles as he kicks his feet over the rail and descends to the ring below. "Boudle this, Boudle that, the 'Scot fucked Logan in the ass with a baseball bat..." Doc unhooks himself from the rope and sits against the turnbuckle. "Now Logan, I see you, and I Don't see Mr. WCF, no, I see an old tired bitch. I don't see man who has won the most Wars in history, let alone a five time WCF World Champion. I don't even see the Boudle spatting, Shut Up! yelling man with the most overall title reigns in WCF History. What happened Logan, did you lose your balls? Is that why you didn't let the 'Scot get a sex change? You still wanted a pair of balls to play with? No, I'm not making a gay joke, because for it to be one, you and the 'Scot would have to have the same genitalia." Doc pulls out a cigarette, and flips his zippo open to light it, "Logan, I can tell you are scared, because you never once addressed the comments I made. You only commented on my actions, rather poorly in fact. You liked seeing my package in my tights didn't you?" Doc grabs himself through his pants, "Yes, you want to touch this, feel it, the lust is flowing through you now. I'm sure you already flicked your clit in anticipation of seeing me in person. I have bad news for you though, I'm not coming into that ring to sexually gratify you, I'm coming to stomp a proverbial mudhole in your ass and walk it dry."
Doc rolls out of the ring and makes his way to the top of the ramp. Looking back at the ring silhouetted in the soft lights. "Boudle this, Boudle that, the 'Scot fucked Logan in the ass with a baseball bat...
Come tonight on Slam I'm gonna beat the fuck outta you, Logan. I'm gonna tear into you so bad, the 'Scot is gonna hafta nurse you again, but you'd like that wouldn't you. I AM a freak Logan, a creak of nature, and you haven't seen the likes of my kind before. Tonight, after I leave your broken body laying in that ring, I'm gonna climb the cage, and I'm gonna win. Not because you are the opponent, no, because it's the year of the Devil. Then after I win, I want my title shot! That's right, I want my golden opportunity, afterall, I have repeatedly beaten Johnny Reb, and shelved him. Johnny Reb, a former two time World Champion, and the lesser half of the Greatest Tag Team Ever, the New Confederacy! Not only that, but I have multiple victories over the current #1 Contender D-Day. It's MY time now!" Doc flicks his cigarette at the camera and disappears to the backstage area...
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Doc is standing in the rafters of the arena, below him hangs the steel cage."Boudle this, Boudle that, the 'Scot fucked Logan in the ass with a baseball bat..." Doc turns around his eyes hooded by his hat. "So, Logan, you think you are so clever don't you. I could care less what sick games you and the 'Scot like to play. Whore his ass out on the street all you want, I'm sure you can use the money. You ain't got what it takes to last in the cage with me. So, you can keep your ticket. I've been to Connecter City before. I wasn't at all impressed with what I saw. Just like you, Connector City is a waste if perfectly good space. Keep saying the same things over and over again all you want, you'll never beat me. You see Logan, you may have once been the shit in this company, but now your just another one trick pony. A washed up hack, lookin to reclaim the glory of your youth. That's why I'm gonna bury you. I'm tired of guys like you and Torture. Old farts who can't let go and fade into the nothingness." Doc begins to walk along the catwalk, his boots ringing out an ominous tempo. "-Boudle this, Boudle that, the 'Scot fucked Logan in the ass with a baseball bat..." Doc stops, and begins to hook himself into repelling gear. "You once were called The Face Of Treachery, and to this day you try to keep that mantle. Really? Really Logan? Really??? Tell me, when was the last time you were treacherous? Don't you dare say against your brother. Why don't you do something really treacherous, like kicking the shit outta your little butt smuggling friend." Doc tosses the rope over the railing and it flutters to the floor. Doc smiles as he kicks his feet over the rail and descends to the ring below. "Boudle this, Boudle that, the 'Scot fucked Logan in the ass with a baseball bat..." Doc unhooks himself from the rope and sits against the turnbuckle. "Now Logan, I see you, and I Don't see Mr. WCF, no, I see an old tired bitch. I don't see man who has won the most Wars in history, let alone a five time WCF World Champion. I don't even see the Boudle spatting, Shut Up! yelling man with the most overall title reigns in WCF History. What happened Logan, did you lose your balls? Is that why you didn't let the 'Scot get a sex change? You still wanted a pair of balls to play with? No, I'm not making a gay joke, because for it to be one, you and the 'Scot would have to have the same genitalia." Doc pulls out a cigarette, and flips his zippo open to light it, "Logan, I can tell you are scared, because you never once addressed the comments I made. You only commented on my actions, rather poorly in fact. You liked seeing my package in my tights didn't you?" Doc grabs himself through his pants, "Yes, you want to touch this, feel it, the lust is flowing through you now. I'm sure you already flicked your clit in anticipation of seeing me in person. I have bad news for you though, I'm not coming into that ring to sexually gratify you, I'm coming to stomp a proverbial mudhole in your ass and walk it dry."
Doc rolls out of the ring and makes his way to the top of the ramp. Looking back at the ring silhouetted in the soft lights. "Boudle this, Boudle that, the 'Scot fucked Logan in the ass with a baseball bat...
Come tonight on Slam I'm gonna beat the fuck outta you, Logan. I'm gonna tear into you so bad, the 'Scot is gonna hafta nurse you again, but you'd like that wouldn't you. I AM a freak Logan, a creak of nature, and you haven't seen the likes of my kind before. Tonight, after I leave your broken body laying in that ring, I'm gonna climb the cage, and I'm gonna win. Not because you are the opponent, no, because it's the year of the Devil. Then after I win, I want my title shot! That's right, I want my golden opportunity, afterall, I have repeatedly beaten Johnny Reb, and shelved him. Johnny Reb, a former two time World Champion, and the lesser half of the Greatest Tag Team Ever, the New Confederacy! Not only that, but I have multiple victories over the current #1 Contender D-Day. It's MY time now!" Doc flicks his cigarette at the camera and disappears to the backstage area...
