Post by Doc Henry on Jul 16, 2011 10:28:04 GMT -5
The camera fades in on a nice quiet morning in the woods, the birds chirping and critters moving around in the underbrush. As the camera pans across the land, we find out that it is situated inside an elevated platform. We see Doc Henry sitting inside, dressed in camouflage with an M110 Sniper system propped against the corner. Sipping on a cup of coffee, he looks at the person sitting next to him. "This really cant be your first time Hank. Imagine that, all the people you've interviewed over the years here at WCF, and not once have gone hunting."
Hank just shrugs his shoulders, "Too early, too cold, and I'm too much of a city slicker. What are we hunting this morning Doc? You were quite tight lipped about it when I came by last night."
Doc set his mug down and looked at Hank before shaking his head. "It's not even 6AM yet Hank and it's already 79 degrees. If that's too cold you are a pussy." Before Hank could protest Doc grabbed his rifle and brought it to ready, extending the bipod. "To answer your other question Hank, nothing is in season at the moment. However I am out here to take care of a nuisance animal. Look off to the west there about 200 yards out."
As Hank did, Doc set the bipod up in the window sill, and began looking down the scope. Sure enough there was a large wild hog off in the distance. "Don't people raise pigs Doc?"
Doc made a few adjustments to the dope on his scope, and nodded his head slightly, never losing the animal in his sights. "Yes they do Hank, however feral animals like that razorback there do a lot of damage to crops and wildlife. That's why we are out here, those damn things have been rooting the hell outta my cotton fields." Hank nodded his head as Doc began to slow his breathing down, as he slowly squeezed the trigger. With a loud bang, Doc's rifle sent the .308 calibre round downrange, hitting the hog before it even knew what happened. Hank silently mouthed wow as Doc watched through the scope. The hog was still moving a little, when the rifle sang out again, this time the round blowing through the hog's head and spraying brain matter out the opposite side.
Doc folded the bipod back up, and flipped the scope covers back down as be stood. Hank just looked at Doc, standing as well. "That was some good shooting there Doc, now I see why you like to hunt so much, maybe next time I could give it a try?"
Doc smiled as he slung the rifle over his shoulder and began to descend the ladder, "Maybe we'll hit the range sometime first, it's a whole lot different shooting paper targets than killing a living thing."
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Some time later...
The hog now hung from the rafters in a cooled shed, it's front legs cut through and through them an a-frame. The hog was a nice size specimen at around 250 pounds. Doc had already removed the non-edible parts and left them in the field, great for baiting more wild pigs. Now he was finishing skinning the carcass. Turning, he pointed, "Drag that trash can over here Hank, ol' boy." As Hank did, he just looked on, his face ghost white, and stomach empty. Doc however just whistled as he hung the hide over a clothesline. Walking back to the hog, he began to butcher the animal into various cuts. Wrapping each in wax paper, and placing in the large freezer. "Now Hank, no need to lose your lunch again, this is all a part of the experience. Besides, this slab of ribs is yours." Doc placed the ribs into the freezer, and wrote on the paper wrapper, Henry J. Brown(noser). Doc chuckled as Hank read what he had wrote. "Just remember, this isn't your farm raised store bought pork, let this marinate overnight, then slow cook it for the best fall off the bone flavor."
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That evening...
Doc is sitting on the second floor porch, his feet up on the railing. With a glass of whisky in one hand and a fine rolled Cuban cigar in the other, he relaxes as he gazes out over his property. "Ultimate Showdown. Such a random match I'm thrown into for this PPV. I should be in the Ultimate Showdown match, but something went awry. Maybe I planned too much, became a schemer, maybe I lost focus, and then maybe something is missing. Whatever the problem is, it's gonna get fixed this week. It's been over two years now since I came to this company, and I'm just hitting my stride. Well, Monday night, I'm gonna hit some strides on others. I'm not gonna dwell in the fact that I should be the one rightfully fighting for the World Championship. Instead, I'm gonna go in there and put a beatdown on Aubrey and Santi so epic that whoever is run in the place will realize that I should be the one going after the World Championship."
Doc turns and looks directly into the camera, "Now, here's the part of the promo where I would tear into my opponents, and tell you all the good an bad things about them. Well, I'm not gonna do that, be like everyone else. I'm just gonna say what I think, and if it distinctly fits, well, bonus for you fans.
First there is Aubrey Summers, one of the new women that we have. Sure she's another fine price of ass, but I'm not gonna be like many of the others we have here, and fall all over myself like a damn fool just for the chance to get a shot at pussy. Hell, I got better things to do than chase tail, like winning titles and kicking ass. Besides I don't need to chase ass, hot chicks flock to the Southern Rogue. You fans probably think that because her little 'boyfriend' Speede has been lucky against me that the luck will translate over. Well, sorry to say, but that ain't gonna happen. It's kinda funny though to watch as Kaylyn keeps trying to steal her away from Roy boy, as he keeps trying to get his cherry popped. Once you get tired of chasing sheltered little boys Aubrey, come see me, and I'll show you all the sexual pleasure you'll ever need. I bet your little love petals are nice and juicy. Yes, I can almost see them now, pinked up, puffy, with just the right amount of that sweet nectar dripping off the smooth opening to heaven. I bet your aroma is the sweet succulent kind that will make any man hard as a diamond in an ice storm... Wait, where was I? Oh yeah, Aubrey, you've had some success, and have done a commendable job as a rookie, but this time, your gonna come up short, just like your little Roy toy. I bet the poor little sap couldn't even give you a proper orgasm if he tried. No one is born with that ability, it's a skill acquired through practice and understanding of the female anatomy.
Speaking of female anatomy, my other opponent this week is Micheal Santiago. What can I say about Santiago? No, seriously what can I say? I'm not even sure if'n he's a regular member of the roster or not.
My final thoughts, Aubrey, Michael, scheme and plan all you want, it's a futile effort, and all it will bring you is pain and heartache. I'm coming to that ring with one thing in mind, a win. I don't care how I get it, nor do I care what happens in that ring. Your gonna get a violent, evil man with no agenda but to cause pain. Bring your doctors with you, because you'll need them."
Doc stands and stretches as he extinguishes what is left of his cigar, and empties his whisky. Turning he begins to enter his mansion, he pauses and looks over his shoulder, "All this talk about two pussy's has gotten me ready..." The door closes behind him, and a few moments of silence pass before we hear the orgasmic moans of Mary inside...
Hank just shrugs his shoulders, "Too early, too cold, and I'm too much of a city slicker. What are we hunting this morning Doc? You were quite tight lipped about it when I came by last night."
Doc set his mug down and looked at Hank before shaking his head. "It's not even 6AM yet Hank and it's already 79 degrees. If that's too cold you are a pussy." Before Hank could protest Doc grabbed his rifle and brought it to ready, extending the bipod. "To answer your other question Hank, nothing is in season at the moment. However I am out here to take care of a nuisance animal. Look off to the west there about 200 yards out."
As Hank did, Doc set the bipod up in the window sill, and began looking down the scope. Sure enough there was a large wild hog off in the distance. "Don't people raise pigs Doc?"
Doc made a few adjustments to the dope on his scope, and nodded his head slightly, never losing the animal in his sights. "Yes they do Hank, however feral animals like that razorback there do a lot of damage to crops and wildlife. That's why we are out here, those damn things have been rooting the hell outta my cotton fields." Hank nodded his head as Doc began to slow his breathing down, as he slowly squeezed the trigger. With a loud bang, Doc's rifle sent the .308 calibre round downrange, hitting the hog before it even knew what happened. Hank silently mouthed wow as Doc watched through the scope. The hog was still moving a little, when the rifle sang out again, this time the round blowing through the hog's head and spraying brain matter out the opposite side.
Doc folded the bipod back up, and flipped the scope covers back down as be stood. Hank just looked at Doc, standing as well. "That was some good shooting there Doc, now I see why you like to hunt so much, maybe next time I could give it a try?"
Doc smiled as he slung the rifle over his shoulder and began to descend the ladder, "Maybe we'll hit the range sometime first, it's a whole lot different shooting paper targets than killing a living thing."
***************
Some time later...
The hog now hung from the rafters in a cooled shed, it's front legs cut through and through them an a-frame. The hog was a nice size specimen at around 250 pounds. Doc had already removed the non-edible parts and left them in the field, great for baiting more wild pigs. Now he was finishing skinning the carcass. Turning, he pointed, "Drag that trash can over here Hank, ol' boy." As Hank did, he just looked on, his face ghost white, and stomach empty. Doc however just whistled as he hung the hide over a clothesline. Walking back to the hog, he began to butcher the animal into various cuts. Wrapping each in wax paper, and placing in the large freezer. "Now Hank, no need to lose your lunch again, this is all a part of the experience. Besides, this slab of ribs is yours." Doc placed the ribs into the freezer, and wrote on the paper wrapper, Henry J. Brown(noser). Doc chuckled as Hank read what he had wrote. "Just remember, this isn't your farm raised store bought pork, let this marinate overnight, then slow cook it for the best fall off the bone flavor."
***************
That evening...
Doc is sitting on the second floor porch, his feet up on the railing. With a glass of whisky in one hand and a fine rolled Cuban cigar in the other, he relaxes as he gazes out over his property. "Ultimate Showdown. Such a random match I'm thrown into for this PPV. I should be in the Ultimate Showdown match, but something went awry. Maybe I planned too much, became a schemer, maybe I lost focus, and then maybe something is missing. Whatever the problem is, it's gonna get fixed this week. It's been over two years now since I came to this company, and I'm just hitting my stride. Well, Monday night, I'm gonna hit some strides on others. I'm not gonna dwell in the fact that I should be the one rightfully fighting for the World Championship. Instead, I'm gonna go in there and put a beatdown on Aubrey and Santi so epic that whoever is run in the place will realize that I should be the one going after the World Championship."
Doc turns and looks directly into the camera, "Now, here's the part of the promo where I would tear into my opponents, and tell you all the good an bad things about them. Well, I'm not gonna do that, be like everyone else. I'm just gonna say what I think, and if it distinctly fits, well, bonus for you fans.
First there is Aubrey Summers, one of the new women that we have. Sure she's another fine price of ass, but I'm not gonna be like many of the others we have here, and fall all over myself like a damn fool just for the chance to get a shot at pussy. Hell, I got better things to do than chase tail, like winning titles and kicking ass. Besides I don't need to chase ass, hot chicks flock to the Southern Rogue. You fans probably think that because her little 'boyfriend' Speede has been lucky against me that the luck will translate over. Well, sorry to say, but that ain't gonna happen. It's kinda funny though to watch as Kaylyn keeps trying to steal her away from Roy boy, as he keeps trying to get his cherry popped. Once you get tired of chasing sheltered little boys Aubrey, come see me, and I'll show you all the sexual pleasure you'll ever need. I bet your little love petals are nice and juicy. Yes, I can almost see them now, pinked up, puffy, with just the right amount of that sweet nectar dripping off the smooth opening to heaven. I bet your aroma is the sweet succulent kind that will make any man hard as a diamond in an ice storm... Wait, where was I? Oh yeah, Aubrey, you've had some success, and have done a commendable job as a rookie, but this time, your gonna come up short, just like your little Roy toy. I bet the poor little sap couldn't even give you a proper orgasm if he tried. No one is born with that ability, it's a skill acquired through practice and understanding of the female anatomy.
Speaking of female anatomy, my other opponent this week is Micheal Santiago. What can I say about Santiago? No, seriously what can I say? I'm not even sure if'n he's a regular member of the roster or not.
My final thoughts, Aubrey, Michael, scheme and plan all you want, it's a futile effort, and all it will bring you is pain and heartache. I'm coming to that ring with one thing in mind, a win. I don't care how I get it, nor do I care what happens in that ring. Your gonna get a violent, evil man with no agenda but to cause pain. Bring your doctors with you, because you'll need them."
Doc stands and stretches as he extinguishes what is left of his cigar, and empties his whisky. Turning he begins to enter his mansion, he pauses and looks over his shoulder, "All this talk about two pussy's has gotten me ready..." The door closes behind him, and a few moments of silence pass before we hear the orgasmic moans of Mary inside...
